fredbassett

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(fredbassett)

Ryan hated meetings at the best of times, and this wasn't the best of times.

Cutter and Lester were snarking like a pair of kids and he'd given up trying to keep score about half an hour ago. Connor was still in full flow on the subject of some gizmo he wanted to build, and Leek kept muttering about Budget Constraints. Ryan contemplated the ramifications of shoving a stapler up the irritating little sod's arse. There was one on the table just in front of him.

What he wanted more than anything was a beer, followed by a fuck, and at the moment he wasn't too fussy about who it was with, or where.

The arguments buzzed round the room like particularly irritating wasps, and Ryan's thoughts drifted off elsewhere ...............

Pairing : Ryan/Stephen

(admiralandrea)

Ryan's thoughts landed on Stephen, sat across from him, looking as bored as Ryan felt. It was fatal. He immediately flashed on a picture of the last time the two of them had been together.

Stephen had been tied to his bed, body flushed and straining, making delicious sounds as Ryan fucked him thoroughly. Stephen's ass had clenched so tightly around Ryan's cock, belying all the other times they'd been together. He really was the sweetest ride...

Pairing: Ryan/Stephen (Nick’s thoughts)

(noxnoctisanima)

As he watched Ryan press a subtle hand against the bulge in Stephen's pants, the jealous bile rose in Nick's throat.

He was utterly jealous of Ryan for having that mouth that was sinfully agile and warm, with a hardness that was utterly alluring.

He was jealous of Ryan for having that body that was all hard muscle and smooth skin and musky scent.

But he was most jealous of Ryan having that ass which Nick bet was still as tight as the first time he'd fucked it.

Pairing: Connor/Stephen (Ryan’s thoughts)

(noxnoctisanima)

Ryan looked back to Connor after a few minutes of staring at the wall, his flow of words were becoming just a little disjointed, which was something he'd never heard happen before.

The pauses between words were getting longer and he was occasionally losing his train of thought. Ryan cocked his head to the side a little, watching Connor's face.

Connor was developing a tick, the muscle behind his right eyebrow was twitching in time with the clenching of his hands. Ryan watched as Connor tightened his hands into fists before realising what he was doing and flattening them purposefully on the table. Then starting all over again.

At first Ryan was confused, not seeing any reason for Connor's unusual behaviour. That was until he noticed Stephen's innocent grin and the subtle flex of his arm where it disappeared beneath the table.

Pairing: Connor/Stephen

(munchkinofdoom)

Stephen leaned back in his chair, casual, glancing around to make sure no-one was watching. No-one other than Connor, that is. He caught Connor's eye and glanced down at his own lap, quickly, then looked up. Spearing Connor's gaze like a deer caught in headlights.

Connor swallowed. Stuttered. Then regained his focus and tried to continue his presentation.

Stephen grinned.

Reached down, below the hard flat surface of the table, and caught his crotch in a firm grasp.

And stared at Connor.

Grasp. Downward shove. Muscles bunching and relaxing with each motion.

Connor blinked, his brow twitching with each twist and push of Stephen's arm.

Stephen reclined further, spreading his legs.

Connor blinked. Reached for his glass of water, never breaking Stephen's cobra-like stare. Gulped a mouthful of water and choked.

Stephen grinned again.

So easy.

(fredbassett)

Pairing: Connor/Stephen (Nick’s thoughts)

Nick watched with amusement.

Stephen was playing Connor like a fish on a line, letting him out a little, just enough for him to think he was off the hook, then reeling him back in, a bit further every time.

Blue eyes deceptively relaxed under those impossibly long, dark lashes.

The words prick-tease could have been coined with Stephen Hart in mind, as young Mr Temple was just starting to discover to his cost.

Pairing: Connor/Stephen

(noxnoctisanima)

Connor knew Stephen was a tease, he'd known that going in, accepted it. In the beginning he'd just been to pleased with semi-regular sex to worry about it to much. That was until Stephen started doing it in public places, places where Connor couldn't jump him, places where Connor had to try and concentrate.

Connor decided to retaliate.

They were out in a wood of some sort, the anomalies seemed to like them. Not much was going on, nothing had come out looking to eat them or any of the local wildlife. The soldiers were off to one side, looking stiffly bored with nothing to shoot at.

Connor caught Stephen's eye and held his gaze purposefully for a moment before casually walking deeper into the forest.

Connor smiled smugly as he heard foot steps behind him, he stopped just out of sight of everyone.

Stephen grinned lecherously at him and Connor stepped closer, raising his hand to cup Stephen's face, pulling his lips to his own.

He stroked his fingers down Stephen's sides, tracing along the muscles and slipping them under the waistband of his pants.

He ran his thumb over the soft skin between Stephen's hip bones, feeling the crinkle of pubic hair as he slipped lower.

Stephen groaned into his mouth and Connor grinned into the kiss. Connor could feel the hardness of Stephen's cock pressing into his hip and pulled back.

He smiled sweetly at Stephen and disentangled himself from his grip.

"I should get back to the anomaly." He turned around and walked back to the others leaving Stephen looking baffled, aroused and increasingly irritated in the middle of the forest.

Pairing: Connor/Stephen

(deinonychus_1)

Breathe.

But he’s not sure he can. Hot water cascades into his face, hot, everything is too hot, in every sense of the word. His body is slick, and he’s not sure where sweat ends and too-hot water begins. He’s burning, and it hurts, but not enough to make him want to stop. He tries to breathe but he’s drowning in the torrent. He wants to move, but that isn’t allowed.

It’s academic anyway, he can’t move far. Despite the heat of the shower, the billowing steam, somehow the steel cuffs around his wrists are still cold.

He can’t breathe, and he can’t help it any more, he tries to move his face out of the water.

Stephen slams hard into him from behind.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

He nods, silently, and stays still.

Connor will breathe when Stephen lets him.

Pairing: Connor/Stephen

(noxnoctisanima)

The first time Connor tied Stephen up he had no idea about how hot it would be. He knew that now though.

The leather straps were almost black even against the tanned skin of Stephen's arms. He was straining against them, not a lot, testing them, just enough for them to cut into his skin.

The line of his neck as he tried to watch Connor, strained, raising cords of muscle and stretching the skin.

The curves of his ass, opened and slicked already, ready for anything Connor wanted.

This was a power he'd never known he wanted and he loved it.

Pairing: Ryan/Nick

(fredbassett)

Cutter.

Ryan wondered what he'd be like to shag. Was it possible to come in a regional accent? If it was, he'd bet Cutter would manage it.

The guy looked good wet, he had to give him that, and he'd sure as hell been wet yesterday. Wet and muddy. Jeans clinging to his hips like a second skin, even tighter than Stephen normally wore his, and that was saying something.

Narrow hips, bones that would bruise nicely, tight ass. Ryan would bet good money on the Professor's ass being tight ............

Pairing: Connor/Nick

(noxnoctisanima)

Connor sometimes thought he'd like to bathe in Cutter's accent or possibly fuck it, he wasn't quite sure where the ideas were coming from, but it was leading to some really inappropriate erections.

(fredbassett)

An hour into the meeting, Connor was starting to wonder what it would be like not just to fuck Cutter's accent, but to be fucked by it, by him. To be fucked by his Professor ......... to be fucked while leaning over the lectern in an empty lecture hall.

After another two hours of listening to Leek drivel on in his irritating nasal whine, he was starting to believe that getting shagged senseless in front of a full lecture theatre would be preferable to this for an afternoons entertainment. And his arse couldn't be any more sore if he'd been fucked by his entire tutorial group in turn.

He was willing to bet Leek had chosen these chairs. Bastard.

Pairing : Connor/Nick

(noxnoctisanima)

Connor couldn't remember whose idea this was, looking back though he'd probably guess it was his.

Note: He had the most excellent ideas.

Connor gripped the sides of the lectern, trying to hold himself steady as Cutter's next thrust sent it rocking forward. He groaned into the wood looking up at the rows of empty seats.

The most excellent ideas.

Pairing: Connor/Nick

(fredbassett)

Connor didn't have a very large collection of porno mags, but he did have a couple, stashed under the bed, next to the packet of condoms he kept in case of emergency, in the hope that he'd get the chance to use them sometime.

There was one line in one of the features that he always remembered, something about the one requirement for being a "glamour" model was the ability to take it up the arse and smile at the same time.

So why the hell was he remembering this while he was sitting in a meeting, trying to explain some refinements needed for his anomaly detector to a room full of people?

Maybe it was because at least three of the people in the room had spent the last ten minutes, maybe longer, mentally undressing him? It wasn't his imagination, they really were doing it, and the only trouble was, none of the people concrened were female. Just his bloody luck!

Connor squirmed, uncomfortably.

Would he manage to smile?

He started to get hard.

He might if it was Professor Cutter's cock.

(noxnoctisanima)

Nick watched Connor squirm in his seat, he wasn't so removed from his younger years that he didn't recognise the 'I have an erection in an inconvenient place' wiggle.

The only question was who it belonged to.

Ryan with the dark eyes and long looks across the table.

Stephen with the self-fondling, fingers brushing against his lips and face.

Or Nick himself who when he answered Connor let as much of his accent bleed into his voice as possible and watched Connor shudder.

Nick grinned.

Pairing : Connor/Nick

(noxnoctisanima)

Here was a pen pressing into Connor's face and it dug into his cheek every time Cutter thrust, chest sliding along Connor's back, pushing his face into the desk Cutter had him folded over.

Cutter's hands were sliding down his flanks, slipping in the sweat slicked skin so that with each thrush Cutter would lose his balance and press fully into him, hard and immediate. His fingers would dig into Connor's hips, nails digging little red trails along his skin as he tried to keep his grip.

Connor could say pretty much categorically that he had absolutely no problem with that at the moment.

He had never imagined coming with the word "Professor" on his lips, which he was starting to think was a bit of a miscalculation on his part.

If he was at all coherent he may also have said that this what not how he'd imagined losing his virginity.

Pairing : Nick/Stephen

(dopeydora_67)

Nick:  I glanced across the room at Stephen, who was once again shamelessly flirting with Abby, I watched his muscles ripple and flex under his casual white tee shirt a smattering of dark chest hair showing, and I imagined myself kneeling before him, my forehead resting against the firmness of his belly, his cock in my mouth.

(noxnoctisanima)

Stephen always wondered what Nick was thinking of when he looked at him like that.

He wondered if Nick was thinking of the same thing he was, Nick on his knees, his slightly out of control hair brushing across Stephen's thighs, hands sliding across Stephen's ass as Nick dipped his head to take his cock into the furnace warmth of his mouth.

It was wishful thinking, but he could wonder.

Pairing: Nick/Stephen

(telperion_15)

There's a side to Nick Cutter that only Stephen sees.

It's the side that will yell until he's hoarse when he can't keep his frustration locked away any more.

It's the side that will punch a wall - or perhaps even Stephen - when his anger boils over.

It's the side that sometimes wishes he could kill certain people for the things they've done in the name of secrecy.

And it's the side that currently has Stephen chained to the bed while he fucks him ruthlessly, with no regard for comfort or pleasure.

And yet, as always, Stephen gets off on this. It makes him hard and desperate and shamelessly pliant.

Nick knows this. He knows he can fuck Stephen to within an inch of his life and Stephen will still beg him for more.

That's why he does it.

(noxnoctisanima)

Stephen sometimes feels terrible for what he does.

He flirts with other people.

He loses paperwork and term papers.

He makes Nick late for lectures.

He says cruel things.

And it's all just to watch Nick lose that control and slip into the man only Stephen sees.

(fredbassett)

And every time he feels that cock ramming into him, hard and unyielding, he knows he's going to do exactly the same thing again tomorrow.

Just to prove to himself yet again, that he really is the one Nick wants.

(noxnoctisanima)

Most of the time Nick knows what Stephen is doing, he even knows why, but he can't bring himself to remember when he reacts.

Knowing why when he pushes Stephen to the bed and fucks him like he's property makes him feel sick.

But he needs it, god it needs it, so when he breaks he forgets what he knows and just goes with it.

Pairing: Nick/Stephen

(emmademarais)

"Do you think Helen bought it? The righteous indignation and all?" Nick smirked as a sly smile appeared on Stephen's lips.

"Oh, I'm sure she thought you had no idea of my affair with your wife."

Nick grabbed Stephen by the waist and pulled him in for a bruising possessive kiss.

"Then I doubt she has any idea of your affair with her husband."