I wrote this for Evenstar Estel, who was feeling a little seasonal-affective now that summer's over. I said I'd write her a little summertime!outdoorsy!threesome!porn to help her feel better. I hope you enjoy the story! It takes place sometime after her fic 'Three Hearts', after the threesome has been together for a year. Just a shameless, plotless bit of porn. (Well, why not?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or any of the characters or themes therein. Nor do I own Eye Patch!Connor, who was originally created in Evenstar Estel's fic 'Cloudy With a Chance of Connors'.
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The cable was out. Some idiot had done some digging around in the grass and empty ground surrounding the apartment building and severed several lines, including telephone and cable lines. Quite a few people in the complex were without telephone and internet service. The Connors were particularly pissed off about it because it kept them out of their 'Halo' group online; not only that, but they couldn't even catch up on work for the Arc, since they couldn't remotely access their work files. Abby was annoyed, too. She couldn't watch TV, though they still had electricity and she could watch movies, and she couldn't go online. They'd been promised that the problem would be fixed within 24 hours.
That was two days ago.
The three of them were getting a little bit antsy. There was little to do with the Arc these days, now that the Connors had things under control and anomalies could be for the most part predicted and locked before they became a problem. They weren't used to being at such a loose end. The obvious solution to their boredom was to remain horizontal until the problem was resolved, but now that no one had their computers or televisions to distract them from the very vocal sounds of the threesome occurring in the Temple's flat, they were getting complaints more often than usual.
The third day dawned sunny and the weather report Abby managed to catch on the radio said that it would be warm and mild, and after a lovely London springtime during which it rained almost nonstop it was welcome news. She had cabin fever in the worst way. She dug around in the loft until she found a picnic hamper and a couple of nice big old striped blanket.
"Boys, get up," she ordered, coming back into the bedroom and giving them both gentle swats on their bare butts to wake them.
"Nnn... still tired," Eye Patch whinged, snuggling back up to Connor.
"Me too," he sighed.
The younger Connor wasn't really much of an outdoorsy type, but Eye Patch was—he'd lived for so many years in his horrible world, and he'd grown to appreciate the nature that was all but extinct there. Spending an afternoon getting lost somewhere woodsy with his lovers definitely piqued his interest.
"A picnic?" Connor asked, screwing up his face as if the suggestion disgusted him.
"Why not?" Abby asked. "We could all do with a day out, and I've got cabin fever."
"But why a picnic?"
"Don't be a spoilsport," Eye Patch drawled, rumpling his already-disarranged hair. "It'll be fun. And get you to stop having a bitchy fit about not getting to play Halo."
"I have hay fever—and so do you!" He pointed out.
"I guess I do, but it hasn't bothered me in years. Come on, let's make some sandwiches and load you up with antihistamines and have a nice afternoon not being bored."
"I don't know..."
"Come on," he purred. He came up close behind Connor and nuzzled his neck, rubbing his shoulder with one hand and circling his waist with the other. He came up close and planted soft little butterfly kisses up the side of his neck. When he reached his ear, he lipped his earlobe and licked a long, slow, wet lick to the soft spot under his ear.
"Ohh..."
"Still think it's a bad idea?" The other Connor asked. It was undoubtedly playing dirty, but he knew what it took to get him to do what he wanted.
"I, uhm..."
He lipped Connor's neck again and flicked over the pulse point with his tongue. "You, me, Abby. Somewhere nice and quiet and secluded. All alone, all afternoon." He breathed hotly in his ear, letting himself get a bit caught up in his own fantasies about being alone with the two of them in the forest where they could be as loud as they liked. The addition of a little cider and maybe some ice cream toppings would make things more interesting.
Connor groaned softly and twisted his head around to kiss his temple, and Eye Patch suspected they were having some of the same thoughts; it happened sometimes.
They shooed Abby from the kitchen to stop her trying to make sandwiches, since they wanted something edible for the day. Instead she cut up some apples and oranges and arranged all of the food and drinks and everything in the picnic hamper with some ice-packs to keep it cool. They said goodbye to Eva, who was getting her sulk on at being left home alone—a day out in the country somewhere would be great for her, too, but the last thing they wanted was a delectable country tryst to be ruined by the dog. It was bad enough that the animals made a habit of watching them when they were at home and had sex anywhere but the locked bedroom.
They picked a road at random and Abby drove it for miles and miles, until the buildings thinned out and the city faded into the distance behind them. They ended up in farm country in god-knew-where, surrounded by little squat houses and big fields. There were walkers out and about with their hiking sticks and massive knapsacks. The three of them knew better than to use any of the well-travelled walking trails—they wanted privacy here.
Eventually they left the car and continued on foot. They took their hamper well off the beaten path and through to a little clearing in the woods. It was grassy and soft and blue-green light filtered down through the canopy and left dappled sunlight on the grass.
"Looks like something right out of Tolkien, doesn't it?" Eye Patch asked no one in particular. He looked a little misty-eyed, the way he looked when he rediscovered something long forgotten. There was so much of the old Connor left in him when he got that boyish excitement—the old Connor that quietly blackmailed himself into her flat and awkwardly suggested they 'huddle together for warmth' when they snuck away on an anomaly search by themselves. "It's like a little bit of Hobbiton."
Connor laughed softly and looped an arm around his shoulders, kissing his neck and shoulder. "You're such a nerd," he teased softly.
"Look who's talking, fanboy." His voice was low and growly, but his expression was all mirth as he turned around and kissed him properly. They leaned heavily into one another, melting into the kiss with their arms wrapped around each other and their eyes sliding closed. One of them—Abby couldn't tell which—made a little mewling sound and she couldn't help but giggle. They were painfully sweet together, and it gave her a serious case of the warm fuzzies that they loved each other just as much as they loved her. Indeed, there was a deep, intimate connection that the two of them shared that she knew she could never hope to equal. As much as they didn't like being referred to as such—they said it made the relationship sound even stranger than it already was—the bond the two Connors shared was one very much like twins.
Just... twins who happened to be attracted to one another and have sex with each other and shared the same woman.
Yeah, the Connors were right, that was pretty weird.
They put out the blanket, the boys picking a big sunny spot in the small clearing because they knew that Abby would quite happily sit and sun herself like a lizard—there was a remarkable temperature difference between the shade and sun in the forest—and they dug into the food they brought. They hadn't bothered with cups and instead passed around jugs of cider and a thermos of water and drank straight out of them.
They ate and talked and laughed well into the afternoon; the longer they were there, and the more cider they consumed, the more warmly relaxed and giggly they became. They knew the older Connor was getting a bit merry when his eye patch came off, followed by all of his clothes from the waist up. For all that he put up a mask of aloof indifference, the two of them knew him better than to fall for it. He was an incredibly self-conscious and insecure man, worried about what the world might think of the scars he carried—both those that could be seen and those that weren't physical. They knew he felt truly comfortable around someone when he felt all right being without his patch and wearing short sleeves so some of his more prominent arm- and hand-scars could be seen. That he'd just taken his shirt off was a sign that he felt they were quite comfortably alone where they were. His pink cheeks were a sign he was definitely a little tipsy.
They turned off their phones and lost track of time and it was wonderful. Abby got a cute little red squirrel to come up to their blanket and take a piece of an apple right out of her hand.
"Look at you," Connor murmured, leaning over his counterpart and draping his torso over his. "And you get cross with us when we let the dog have leftovers."
"That's 'cos the dog lives with us. If we ever see that squirrel again I'm filing a restraining order with the police."
Eye Patch snorted and laughed, then leaned back and sighed. His sigh became a yawn, which turned into a chain reaction between the three of them. With their bellies full of food and cider, they were all more than a little dozy and there was a certain clichéd romantic appeal in napping together in the woods. Abby giggled and slid up close to him, sharing the sunny patch on the blanket and nuzzling his cheek; Connor shifted so he could make room for her, and so he could reach up and kiss the other man's neck.
"Naptime, I s'pose," Eye Patch said, snuggling up close and getting quite comfortable.
"I'm gonna be itching like mad later," Connor grumbled, though his husky low tone was more from tiredness than from any actual annoyance.
"Just shush, you. It's romantic. Enjoy it."
"Mmkay, if you insist."
Eye Patch placed slow kisses on their heads, going back and forth between them and each time letting his lips linger against their hair a little longer. He stroked Connor's hair with one hand and lazily dragged his nails up and down Abby's back with the other, petting them like they were cats.
Together in quiet peace, they dozed for some time, warmed by the sun and by one another. They lost track of time, but the clearing was warm and quiet and their bellies were full and they were quite content to stay as they were. Connor reached across Eye Patch's bare torso to twirl her hair in his fingers—she grew it longer because the other Connor had mentioned how much he'd liked his first Abby with long hair, and both Connors liked running their fingers through it. And pulling it in bed. And Abby liked how she looked with longer hair. If she wanted something from her boys, all she had to do was put her hair into pigtails and bite her lower lip and they were totally at her mercy. She sighed and let her eyes slip closed again. She felt both of the Connors shift and heard the gentle smack of lips on lips.
"Love you," Connor murmured.
She felt the other Connor's reply more than she heard it, a low rumble in his chest. "Love you, too."
She opened her eyes to the sight of Connor hovering over his counterpart, their lips locked in a deep, hot kiss. She could watch them forever, she decided. This would never get old.
Abby plucked a little leafy fern frond near the blanket and flicked it ticklishly over Eye Patch's bare stomach and bare chest. She watched him tense and un-tense his muscles as she teased him, twitching like a horse bothered by flies.
It went from being cute to being erotic when she realized Connor had stopped kissing him and was glued to her actions. She flicked the fern over his right nipple, the one with the claw-mark scar that went straight through it, making it harden almost immediately. She replaced the little frond with her mouth, tracing slow, warm kisses along the scar from where it began over his sternum to his shoulder where it ended. She went back and wetly licked the nipple, then blew cool air over it. He groaned, and the younger Connor echoed it with one of his own. She fondled him with one hand, tweaking and licking his nipple, and going back to teasing him with that fern frond, going lower and lower on his abdomen. Three sets of eyes watched the delicate green leaves follow the little treasure-trail of dark hair under his navel to the waistband of his low-slung black jeans.
She paused her actions to lock eyes with her one-eyed lover, and he looked back at her hopefully, expectantly; her gaze flickered over to Connor, who seemed to get the cue and took over, starting from the four long scars on his shoulder, the claw-marks from their lover's time trapped in the earth's distant and frozen past.
Connor kissed the man's neck and kept kissing down to the ball of his shoulder. He went deliberately slowly from there, little slow pecks to the other nipple. He flattened his tongue and licked it; he circled the other with his fingers and his breath hitched and he moaned loudly. Abby idly traced a finger back and forth along the waist of those deliciously snug jeans as she watched. There was already a bulge in those jeans—good.
Eye Patch's practice was to ignore his own arousal and his own need in favour of his lover's. He was dextrous and attentive and very thorough, but they didn't like that he was so willing to dismiss his own sexual needs. After all, giving was just as good as receiving and they were quite determined that this time he was going to be reduced to a moaning puddle of sexual satisfaction.
She dipped her fingers down into the waist of his jeans, enough so he knew what she wanted to do but not far enough that she touched him. When she did it again and trailed her fingers into the wiry thatch of hair, he whimpered and squirmed.
"Wanna touch..." he whined, trying to sit up. Connor held him down with a hand on his chest and kissed him softly.
"Us first," he insisted.
He whined again and wriggled on the blanket, reaching for Connor and trying to get a hand into his jeans.
"Ah-ah," he scolded gently, pulling away. His lover made a disappointed yelping noise and frowned, and Connor found his attempt at sulking even cuter and he couldn't resist kissing that sulk right off of him. "Oh, don't go all huffy on us. You must be the only man who's disappointed that he's about to be the centre of attention."
Eye Patch arched up and kissed him softly. "Just how I am, love. I just like pleasing you." He reached down and rubbed the inside of his thigh, his hand inching further up until he caressed his clothed groin. Even through the denim and his boxers, his touch made him tremble excitedly—he could still vividly remember their tryst in Lester's office, during which he actually came in his pants just from the attention of his lover's hands.
Abby couldn't help but pause her ministrations to watch the Connors as they kissed fervently. It would always be sexy and delicious and beautiful, watching them together. They were sexy and delicious and beautiful. She saw their tongues tangle and watched their hands on one another—Eye Patch's on Connor's thigh, Connor's making figure-eights all the way down his belly to his jeans—and pulled her skirt up, just aching to be touched. She stopped herself—her boys would be more than happy to help her there. But first...
"I can do that for you, you know," she heard Eye Patch purr. His voice was husky, raspy, the way they both sounded when they were ridiculously turned on. He was sitting up now, still with a handful of Connor-bulge in one hand and reaching with the other to slide into her shirt and tweak her nipple sharply. She yelped.
"I'll hold you to that promise," she said, regaining her self-control and sitting back. "But later."
He reached for her again, putting on his best Kicked Puppy Face. "But I want—"
Connor bit his ear and sucked hard on his neck, leaving a red mark. "Plenty of time for that. Now behave or I'll hold you down."
He grinned lasciviously and gave a delicious little shudder.
"Oh, you like that idea, do you?" Abby purred, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down. He wasn't wearing underwear—rarely did—and at her filthy insinuation his already hard cock twitched.
He moaned and nodded.
"Really?" Connor picked up, tickling his lover's belly and delighting in his ticklish cry and aroused groan. He nuzzled his ear and breathily teased, "You really like that idea, don't you? Held down, helpless. Me and Abby doing our worst to you."
"God yes."
Connor grinned and open-mouth kissed his neck, his skin tangy with sweat. He was pleased to have discovered this particular part of his husband's fantasies. They were constantly discovering things about one another, even between the two Connors—as alike as they were, they were still very much individuals. The idea of tying the other Connor down and doing whatever they liked with him was novel—and arousing—precisely because he wasn't the type to simply sit passively and let them pleasure him. But tying him down so he'd have no choice but to feel...
But there'd be time for that some other time. Right now there was quite a show unfolding before him.
Connor's legs were splayed open and his jeans were down around his thighs and Abby was between his knees, greedily sucking him off. She bobbed her head and then gripped him around the base of his cock, slowly sliding off him until just her lips touched him; she pushed the foreskin back and ran her tongue over the head, making him cry out far louder than he would have dared to do in the flat.
Under her mouth and hands, he arched his back and groaned. He rested one hand in her hair and fisted the other in the blanket beneath him. He panted heavily, and kept his good eye on her, the watching—seeing her mouth sliding wetly up and down his penis and leaving a slick trail on the delicate skin—compounding his excitement.
Abby sat back and slowly licked the droplets of white off her shiny lips. He moaned again, louder this time, and jerked his hips into her hand. She kept her hand tight around his cock and pressed down on his belly with the other hand, silently ordering him to lie still. Her gaze shifted, looking at the other Connor. He was watching them both with hungry eyes, rubbing the bulge in his jeans.
She smiled slyly and jerked her head, silently telling him to come join her, which Connor did in a heartbeat, sprawling next to the other man on the blanket and taking turns with Abby, licking and suckling and making his vocal pleasure grow even louder. They took it in turn to tease him, bringing him close to orgasm and then stopping abruptly and forcing him back onto a plateau before the other took over.
Eye Patch gave a loud, ragged cry as he came, jerking his hips erratically until he stopped and his cock softened. Connor was the one who caught his release, swallowing it down greedily and keeping eye contact with Abby the whole time. She leaned in to kiss him, tasting semen on his lips and tongue and moaning against his mouth.
He sat up shakily, resting his head against Connor's shoulder and blindly reaching around to touch Abby wherever he could. When he made a little whimpering noise, the little sound he and Connor both made when they found themselves slightly overwhelmed, all three of them laughed. They shared deep, sloppy, wet kisses and patiently waited for Eye Patch to recover. Both men had incredibly quick recovery times, something that all three of them enjoyed.
Two sets of hands caressed her legs, trailing up over her tall socks to her bare thighs and pushing the ragged denim skirt up and bunching it around her waist. She thought briefly to resist at first, wanting to have a little more fun with her boys, but their fingers were pressing into her thighs and going to the lace trim of her knickers and she couldn't think of a reason to stop them.
They went for her neck, kissing her throat and licking up to her ears and making her come out in shivers. It felt so good and disarming and she leaned back into Connor and wriggled against their roaming hands. Eye Patch cupped her clothed sex and rubbed her wet cleft through the gauzy fabric, grinning and playfully nipping her ear.
"You're wet," he purred. He rubbed her a little harder and she gasped.
"What're you gonna do about it?" She'd intended to make it sound light, but her anxiousness and need seeped into her voice. They wouldn't leave her wanting, but that didn't mean they wouldn't tease her mercilessly first. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
"The imagination reels in a number of possible directions," Connor said.
She was going to make some kind of sharp retort, but the words died in her throat before she could voice them. They worked together and fast, her t-shirt pulled up over her head and her bra pushed down, her skirt pulled up, her knickers dragged down her legs—if they ripped another pair of her knickers, she thought, she was going to make them go out and get her new underwear. Their humiliation would be worth it. But then again, they'd probably come back with a lot of crotchless panties, so perhaps it wasn't—
"Oh!"
Callused hands tenderly caressed her breasts, thumbs rubbing over the nipples until they peaked. Eye Patch kissed her, deeply and slowly, thick and syrupy sweet, until she mewled into the kiss and demanded he go faster. He laughed softly and she felt him smile against her lips.
Behind her, Connor shifted. The two of them shared a look and did that irritating conversation-without-words thing again and before she knew it she was pushed forward, on her knees with her upper body in the other Connor's lap—he'd pulled his jeans back up; pity—and her knees spread to brace herself. Connor's hands gently smoothed over her back, up to her round buttocks and over her thighs. His fingers fluttered on the inside of her thighs, close to her wet, throbbing mound but not touching her. She squirmed in anticipation, wriggling and pushing herself back into his hands, but it wasn't until she gave a frustrated little cry that he finally touched her. He gently massaged her folds, wetting his fingers with her arousal and playing with her swollen clit while her breathing turned to shallow panting and then to kittenish little sounds of wordless pleasure.
Then he stopped, far too soon as far as she was concerned, and she turned to try and glare threateningly at him but couldn't see more than his legs, on his knees behind her. Then his jeans were down, puddle around his knees, and he took hold of her hips. She felt him nudge her entrance, the tip of his broad head just barely inside, rubbing het wet slit; his hands rubbed over her arse, playing one thumb against the cleft, teasing her. She'd come prepared for a sexual romp and brought lube and condoms—they could both take her, fill her, and she could scream as loudly as she liked here without getting any of them into trouble.
But Connor had other plans and slid inside her, agonizingly slowly, making her feel every inch until he was buried to the hilt, his hips flush against hers. He kept still, but his hips gave a sharp jerk, making Abby moan loudly into the other Connor's lap; he casually unfastened her bra, then reached down to fondle her breasts. When he stopped, she realized that Connor was still unmoving behind her, just gripping her hips and waiting—but what for?
"Abby," he leaned forward and breathed in her ear. She whimpered in response. "Sit up."
She turned her head to look up at him, ready to demand to know what the two of them had up their sleeves, but he gave her one of his most adorable smiles—earnest and sweet and dimpled and so goddamn enchanting that she was helpless to do anything except what he said. She struggled to get upright, straddling his lap with her back against his chest. The change of position altered the angle at which he penetrated her, and when he shifted his hips she saw stars, gasping raggedly.
A little more maneuvering—Connor threaded one of his arms through both of hers behind her back, holding her effectively steady and immobile, since she'd tumble forward if she tried to pull her arms away. His other hand grabbed her thigh and held her open. She strained slightly, her muscles ever so slightly overstressed but the pleasure overriding the pain.
Connor sucked hard on her pulse point, then left kisses up and down her neck to her shoulder. He rocked his hips slowly into hers and she cried out. From her position, being held back and open, she couldn't move or take charge of their rhythm and so she had to leave it to Connor. This position was entirely novel to him, too, but after a few moments he found a rocking motion that satisfied them both, as evidenced by their vocal pleasure.
Eye Patch sat before them, watching them both hungrily and reaching into his jeans to squeeze his newly hardening cock. He wasn't going to fit in those jeans for much longer—that much she was sure of. She ached to touch him, wanted to reach down and join her hands with his around him, bring him off with her hands and her mouth while Connor watched and fucked her from behind. She mewled, instantly even further aroused.
His good eye flickered over her shoulder, and she knew he was looking at Connor. Whatever they were coming up with, she knew she was going to like it judging by the wicked smile on Eye Patch's face and the predatory way he licked his lips. He leaned forward and kissed her—she was expecting one of his rough kisses, the ones that left her breathless, but instead it was sweet and strangely chaste. He trailed little kisses and flicks of his tongue down to her chest, lavishing the attention of his mouth and tongue on her breasts. He bit sharply and tugged her nipples with his teeth, adding a sharp jolt of painful pleasure, and then soothing immediately with his soft tongue. Then he went even lower and Abby knew immediately what he was going to do.
She watched as he got down on his belly and looked up the line of her body, his expression rapacious, before he flattened his tongue and began licking eagerly at her and Connor where they were joined. She heard him moan in her ear and tense behind her, and she echoed him with a soft little mewl of her own. He was voracious, lapping the swollen bud of her clit with the flat of his tongue and suckling it gently, heightening her pleasure immeasurably. When he nipped her—actually bit her, teeth closing gently on the sensitive little nub—her whole body tensed and seized as she came with a shriek that echoed in the trees.
Connor stilled, no longer rocking into her but content to simply let their third lave them with his tongue and feel the ripple of muscle as Abby's body clamped around him again with her second orgasm, even more intense than the first. She trembled, now rocking her own pelvis back and forth against his cock and Eye Patch's tongue, desperate for more movement on her already over-stimulated body. He obliged her, the mix of pleasures dizzying and overwhelming. He wasn't going to last very much longer.
Her third orgasm brought about his, wringing so much pleasure from his body that he nearly toppled over. It carried on and on, Abby's cries mingling with his. He let her go and threw his hands out behind him to steady himself, suddenly feeling their combined weight much more than he had before.
It took several minutes for the three of them to disengage; Abby and Connor felt heavy and shaky and utterly spent. She slipped off of his lap and onto her back on the blanket, her inner muscles clenching around the sudden emptiness. The other Connor, too, had that loopy, punch-drunk look on his face, and when he sat up they saw the shiny, slick whiteness on his hand and staining his black jeans.
Connor took his hand and tenderly kissed it clean, then cupped the back of his neck and kissed him lazily. Abby watched them giddily through half-lidded eyes. Their fiery passion was sated, at least for the time being, replaced by giddy, blissed-out love.
They cuddled up close on the blanket, a tangle of arms and legs, and fell into quiet, peaceful slumber.
After that, it became their practice, at least once or twice a summer, to put away their computers and their work and pack a basket of food and comfy blankets and drive out into the country. It reminded them just how lucky they were to have one another, and that sometimes it would do to remember that—getting lost somewhere in the wilds, and in each other.