Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor
Story: Caregiver (2/2)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for 4x04. Not kinky by Denial's standards, but not entirely vanilla, either.
Author's Note: And now, for the porn...
Summary: The walking wounded need some healing
(Continued from Part One...)
Caregiver, Part Two
Becker settled back on the bed, feeling slightly silly for being passive, but letting them undress him as they wished. Connor pulled off his shirt and vest, and Abby carefully took off his trousers, to avoid disturbing his wounded leg. Seeing the blood-soaked bandage, she insisted on being allowed to change it. She shuddered when she peeled back the dressing, a look of worry and regret crossing her face as she realized just how extensive the damage was, and how close they’d come to losing him. Connor turned away, unable to stomach the sight, but held Becker’s hand as he occasionally winced under Abby’s gentle nursing.
After finally taping the wound back up, Abby leaned over and dropped a tender kiss on Becker’s thigh just above the fresh gauze. For a moment, the soft touch of her lips made the pain go away entirely, and he reached for her.
“That’s nice,” he said quietly, stroking her hair to prompt her to continue. She did so readily, kissing and licking the sensitive flesh along his inner thigh and up to his groin.
Connor, meanwhile, knelt on the floor at the head of the bed and began stroking Becker’s chest, weaving slender fingers through the dense thatch of hair and scritching lightly. Becker pulled him close, angling for a kiss.
There was always something about Connor’s kisses, he thought. There was undeniable passion to them, but more than that, there was also emotion. Never good at hiding how he felt in general, Connor betrayed himself even further with each suckle and bite. He needed the reassurance of this, Becker guessed; needed to know that he was still loved.
Getting an idea, he pulled away slightly. “You’re wearing too much.” He tugged the zip on Connor’s jumper.
“I spose I am!” Connor giggled. He settled back and reached for his belt.
Becker stilled his hand. “No.”
“Hey?” Connor looked confused.
Though he was loathe to disturb her, given that she was currently nuzzling his balls in a quite delightful way, Becker touched Abby’s shoulder. “You should help with this.”
She paused and looked up with a curious expression. She glanced over at Connor and their eyes met. “Of course.” She slid down to the floor to join him.
At first, she was slow and hesitant—Becker could tell she was still a little upset, and hadn’t yet fully warmed back up to Connor. In a few moments, however, her reticence started to fade. As she peeled off each layer, her eyes traveled over Connor’s body, taking in the beautiful nuances of the man she loved. Each touch lingered: Her palm across his shoulders, her fingertips trailing the sparse line of hair below his navel. By the time he was down to boxers, she was well into him again. Slipping a hand down the waistband to curl around the hardness there, she leaned forward and caught him up in an open kiss.
Connor gasped at the contact, and began removing her clothes as well. Soon, the pair of them were fully naked and Connor opened his arms to her. She clambered into his lap, wrapping herself around him and returning to their kiss.
Becker gazed on in rapt attention, not minding that he was on the sidelines for the moment. The two were enjoying each other—bonding again—and that was satisfaction in itself. After a time, however, his body started reminding him that touching would be as nice as watching, and he reached over to stroke down Abby’s neck and back.
The extra touch made her shiver, and her eyelids fluttered as Connor began attending to her breasts. Becker joined the caresses, shifting a little on the bed and reaching down to pluck and rub the nearest nipple.
Abby purred happily, and gave him an appreciative look. “Should I bring these closer?” She tilted back, angling her chest up at him.
Becker returned the smile. “I wouldn’t argue.”
Moving fluidly from Connor’s lap up onto the bed, she carefully straddled Becker’s body. On all fours, she hovered over him, a knee on either side of his waist. Her small breasts dangled temptingly above his face. “That better?” She smiled down at him.
“Much,” he murmured, drawing her to him and getting a mouthful of hard nipple.
Connor sat there quietly for a few moments, idly stroking his own hard cock as he watched his lovers please each other. Then he, too, climbed up on the bed, carefully positioning himself on his belly between Becker’s thighs.
Becker raised his head, looking over Abby’s shoulder. “Nice view?” He laughed a little.
“Oh, absolutely.” Connor grinned. “Very nice indeed.” Then his face disappeared as he buried it in Abby’s rump.
She squeaked happily, and arched her back, giving him all the access he wanted. Becker took up his side of the task again, redoubling his efforts on her breasts, and crying out himself when Connor occasionally switched his attentions between the two of them.
After several minutes of the tag-team efforts, Abby’s noises began reaching higher and higher pitches. Her hips twitched furiously as she pushed against Connor’s eager mouth and hands, and then, suddenly, she wailed, grabbing a handful of Becker’s hair and tugging hard as she peaked.
But she was far from done. “More,” she gasped breathlessly. “I need more.”
“Which of us do you want?” Becker asked quietly as he caressed her.
She paused, glancing over her shoulder. Connor, still licking her taste from his lips, gazed at her longingly. He was clearly in need of attention of his own. She looked down at Becker again, staring at him thoughtfully. Then a slow smile spread across her face. “Well,” she said, looking between them, “do I have to choose?” She wriggled her arse for emphasis.
A wave of happy surprise washed over Becker as he realized what she was asking for. Though he hadn’t yet taken her that way himself, he figured a year alone together had probably given the two of them plenty of time to experiment. The mental image alone sent a fresh surge through his already-pulsing cock.
Connor, however, looked a little concerned. “Seriously?” He eyed her carefully. “Both of us?”
She nodded. “Both of you.”
He grinned drunkenly at her. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She laughed giddily. It was a nice sound.
In seconds, supplies were retrieved from the bedside table, and then she moved down Becker’s body, rubbing across his cock, teasing, before finally sinking down. He remembered this weight on his hips—remembered how good it felt to be buried inside her hot, tight body. He pulled her close, fastening his mouth to hers, and tried to resist the urge to start thrusting away. In a moment, he felt a bit of different pressure, and Abby gasped.
“You OK, baby?” Connor asked, an edge to his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine, Connor.” She whimpered with need. “Do it. Please.”
Wasting no more time, Connor did so, lining up carefully, and pushing forward against her arse. Abby groaned heavily, burying her face in Becker’s neck and biting at the flesh there as she relaxed and bore the twin invasion.
Becker sucked in a slow, deep breath. The feeling of Connor’s hard, heavy cock slowly sliding in next to his, with just a thin bit of flesh separating them, was both bizarre and amazing. Soon he was buried all the way, and they rested there while Abby got used to the feeling. It was unusual, being locked in so close to both of them, yet it also felt entirely natural to him—like their bodies had been made to be together like this.
After a moment, they began rocking in rhythm, Connor’s usual sharp bucking slowed to meet Becker’s longer, more-solid thrusts. Their hands met at her hips, fingers threading together as they moved with her.
In very little time, it was enough for Abby. Her face hot and her cries muffled against Becker’s shoulder, she writhed, babbling nonsense syllables as her body tightened, clutching at them both. A moment later Connor lost what little control he’d managed to maintain and began fucking her hard, calling out her name in his bliss.
The feeling of Connor’s cock pulsing against his own set Becker off. All remaining traces of pain evaporated as he melted into them, clinging greedily to their bodies as his own surged and throbbed with his release.
Eventually, the echoes of their tryst faded, and they stilled, sweaty limbs entangled, and heartbeats returning to normal. Then they carefully disengaged and Connor and Abby started getting dressed.
Becker burrowed under his sheets and watched them sadly, regretting again that there wasn’t room enough for them to stay. His small bed could sleep two, if they were practically atop each other, but not three, and it seemed unfair to relegate one of them to the sofa in the other room. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” he said quietly.
Abby smiled understandingly. “I know. For what it’s worth, though, we’ve been flat shopping,” she said gently. “Living with Jess is getting slightly mad, to be honest.”
“You could say that, yes.” Connor rolled his eyes. “But, once we get settled into the new pad, you’ll be welcome to come by anytime.”
“Absolutely,” Abby said, perching next to him again. “And we’re making sure we get a place that will fit a big bed.” She smoothed back his mussed-up hair. “Honestly, unless you’re set on staying here, you’d be welcome to do more than sleep over, too.”
Becker laughed a little in surprise. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to barge in and disrupt your happy little home life.”
“Are you kidding? Really, Becks.” Connor leaned over, planting a messy kiss on his forehead. “I think at this point, our home life wouldn’t be quite happy without you.”
--End--
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor
Story: Caregiver (2/2)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for 4x04. Not kinky by Denial's standards, but not entirely vanilla, either.
Author's Note: And now, for the porn...
Summary: The walking wounded need some healing
(Continued from Part One...)
Caregiver, Part Two
Becker settled back on the bed, feeling slightly silly for being passive, but letting them undress him as they wished. Connor pulled off his shirt and vest, and Abby carefully took off his trousers, to avoid disturbing his wounded leg. Seeing the blood-soaked bandage, she insisted on being allowed to change it. She shuddered when she peeled back the dressing, a look of worry and regret crossing her face as she realized just how extensive the damage was, and how close they’d come to losing him. Connor turned away, unable to stomach the sight, but held Becker’s hand as he occasionally winced under Abby’s gentle nursing.
After finally taping the wound back up, Abby leaned over and dropped a tender kiss on Becker’s thigh just above the fresh gauze. For a moment, the soft touch of her lips made the pain go away entirely, and he reached for her.
“That’s nice,” he said quietly, stroking her hair to prompt her to continue. She did so readily, kissing and licking the sensitive flesh along his inner thigh and up to his groin.
Connor, meanwhile, knelt on the floor at the head of the bed and began stroking Becker’s chest, weaving slender fingers through the dense thatch of hair and scritching lightly. Becker pulled him close, angling for a kiss.
There was always something about Connor’s kisses, he thought. There was undeniable passion to them, but more than that, there was also emotion. Never good at hiding how he felt in general, Connor betrayed himself even further with each suckle and bite. He needed the reassurance of this, Becker guessed; needed to know that he was still loved.
Getting an idea, he pulled away slightly. “You’re wearing too much.” He tugged the zip on Connor’s jumper.
“I spose I am!” Connor giggled. He settled back and reached for his belt.
Becker stilled his hand. “No.”
“Hey?” Connor looked confused.
Though he was loathe to disturb her, given that she was currently nuzzling his balls in a quite delightful way, Becker touched Abby’s shoulder. “You should help with this.”
She paused and looked up with a curious expression. She glanced over at Connor and their eyes met. “Of course.” She slid down to the floor to join him.
At first, she was slow and hesitant—Becker could tell she was still a little upset, and hadn’t yet fully warmed back up to Connor. In a few moments, however, her reticence started to fade. As she peeled off each layer, her eyes traveled over Connor’s body, taking in the beautiful nuances of the man she loved. Each touch lingered: Her palm across his shoulders, her fingertips trailing the sparse line of hair below his navel. By the time he was down to boxers, she was well into him again. Slipping a hand down the waistband to curl around the hardness there, she leaned forward and caught him up in an open kiss.
Connor gasped at the contact, and began removing her clothes as well. Soon, the pair of them were fully naked and Connor opened his arms to her. She clambered into his lap, wrapping herself around him and returning to their kiss.
Becker gazed on in rapt attention, not minding that he was on the sidelines for the moment. The two were enjoying each other—bonding again—and that was satisfaction in itself. After a time, however, his body started reminding him that touching would be as nice as watching, and he reached over to stroke down Abby’s neck and back.
The extra touch made her shiver, and her eyelids fluttered as Connor began attending to her breasts. Becker joined the caresses, shifting a little on the bed and reaching down to pluck and rub the nearest nipple.
Abby purred happily, and gave him an appreciative look. “Should I bring these closer?” She tilted back, angling her chest up at him.
Becker returned the smile. “I wouldn’t argue.”
Moving fluidly from Connor’s lap up onto the bed, she carefully straddled Becker’s body. On all fours, she hovered over him, a knee on either side of his waist. Her small breasts dangled temptingly above his face. “That better?” She smiled down at him.
“Much,” he murmured, drawing her to him and getting a mouthful of hard nipple.
Connor sat there quietly for a few moments, idly stroking his own hard cock as he watched his lovers please each other. Then he, too, climbed up on the bed, carefully positioning himself on his belly between Becker’s thighs.
Becker raised his head, looking over Abby’s shoulder. “Nice view?” He laughed a little.
“Oh, absolutely.” Connor grinned. “Very nice indeed.” Then his face disappeared as he buried it in Abby’s rump.
She squeaked happily, and arched her back, giving him all the access he wanted. Becker took up his side of the task again, redoubling his efforts on her breasts, and crying out himself when Connor occasionally switched his attentions between the two of them.
After several minutes of the tag-team efforts, Abby’s noises began reaching higher and higher pitches. Her hips twitched furiously as she pushed against Connor’s eager mouth and hands, and then, suddenly, she wailed, grabbing a handful of Becker’s hair and tugging hard as she peaked.
But she was far from done. “More,” she gasped breathlessly. “I need more.”
“Which of us do you want?” Becker asked quietly as he caressed her.
She paused, glancing over her shoulder. Connor, still licking her taste from his lips, gazed at her longingly. He was clearly in need of attention of his own. She looked down at Becker again, staring at him thoughtfully. Then a slow smile spread across her face. “Well,” she said, looking between them, “do I have to choose?” She wriggled her arse for emphasis.
A wave of happy surprise washed over Becker as he realized what she was asking for. Though he hadn’t yet taken her that way himself, he figured a year alone together had probably given the two of them plenty of time to experiment. The mental image alone sent a fresh surge through his already-pulsing cock.
Connor, however, looked a little concerned. “Seriously?” He eyed her carefully. “Both of us?”
She nodded. “Both of you.”
He grinned drunkenly at her. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She laughed giddily. It was a nice sound.
In seconds, supplies were retrieved from the bedside table, and then she moved down Becker’s body, rubbing across his cock, teasing, before finally sinking down. He remembered this weight on his hips—remembered how good it felt to be buried inside her hot, tight body. He pulled her close, fastening his mouth to hers, and tried to resist the urge to start thrusting away. In a moment, he felt a bit of different pressure, and Abby gasped.
“You OK, baby?” Connor asked, an edge to his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine, Connor.” She whimpered with need. “Do it. Please.”
Wasting no more time, Connor did so, lining up carefully, and pushing forward against her arse. Abby groaned heavily, burying her face in Becker’s neck and biting at the flesh there as she relaxed and bore the twin invasion.
Becker sucked in a slow, deep breath. The feeling of Connor’s hard, heavy cock slowly sliding in next to his, with just a thin bit of flesh separating them, was both bizarre and amazing. Soon he was buried all the way, and they rested there while Abby got used to the feeling. It was unusual, being locked in so close to both of them, yet it also felt entirely natural to him—like their bodies had been made to be together like this.
After a moment, they began rocking in rhythm, Connor’s usual sharp bucking slowed to meet Becker’s longer, more-solid thrusts. Their hands met at her hips, fingers threading together as they moved with her.
In very little time, it was enough for Abby. Her face hot and her cries muffled against Becker’s shoulder, she writhed, babbling nonsense syllables as her body tightened, clutching at them both. A moment later Connor lost what little control he’d managed to maintain and began fucking her hard, calling out her name in his bliss.
The feeling of Connor’s cock pulsing against his own set Becker off. All remaining traces of pain evaporated as he melted into them, clinging greedily to their bodies as his own surged and throbbed with his release.
Eventually, the echoes of their tryst faded, and they stilled, sweaty limbs entangled, and heartbeats returning to normal. Then they carefully disengaged and Connor and Abby started getting dressed.
Becker burrowed under his sheets and watched them sadly, regretting again that there wasn’t room enough for them to stay. His small bed could sleep two, if they were practically atop each other, but not three, and it seemed unfair to relegate one of them to the sofa in the other room. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” he said quietly.
Abby smiled understandingly. “I know. For what it’s worth, though, we’ve been flat shopping,” she said gently. “Living with Jess is getting slightly mad, to be honest.”
“You could say that, yes.” Connor rolled his eyes. “But, once we get settled into the new pad, you’ll be welcome to come by anytime.”
“Absolutely,” Abby said, perching next to him again. “And we’re making sure we get a place that will fit a big bed.” She smoothed back his mussed-up hair. “Honestly, unless you’re set on staying here, you’d be welcome to do more than sleep over, too.”
Becker laughed a little in surprise. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to barge in and disrupt your happy little home life.”
“Are you kidding? Really, Becks.” Connor leaned over, planting a messy kiss on his forehead. “I think at this point, our home life wouldn’t be quite happy without you.”
--End--