rareslash | JURASSIC PARK SLASH

Since people actually liked my other story here's some more Ian/Alan Jurassic slash.
A little higher rated this time... :)
like- R-rated :)

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JURASSIC PARK

Ian/Alan

R to be safe

Notes: don’t own…not even on DVD…wish I did J

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It had been at least an hour since the power in the park had shut off. Dr Alan Grant sat in the car near the T-Rex paddock trying not to panic. What he really wanted to do was run screaming like an idiot and get the hell off the island.

That, or give in to the niggling urge to touch the leather clad leg of Dr Ian Malcolm, which kept brushing infuriatingly against him. It was on purpose, Alan was sure it was. Everyone in the whole world was out to annoy him on purpose.

He threw a little sideways glance at the other man and frowned when the dark eyes caught his own, glinting in the darkness. Their knees touched again and Alan hurriedly shifted his legs into an uncomfortable spot that was however, thankfully out of Ian’s reach.

His thoughts went back to the danger they were in and the kids in the other car for oh, about all of five seconds, before Ian’s leather clad arm somehow brushed his.

Alan scowled…now he just *knew* that was on purpose.

He looked at Ian again and the bigger man smiled at him. A cool easy smile that almost made him believe they weren’t currently in a dangerous, freak-out type situation.

When Ian’s knee somehow hit his again Alan, losing his cool, slammed his hand down on it and then paused, suddenly realising that he was groping the other man’s leg.

Ian smiled at him again and, when the darker man’s hand landed in his lap, right over his half-hard cock (which he totally hadn’t noticed) Alan nearly shrieked like a girl.

But he didn’t, he just struggled to maintain what composure he had left.

He knew he should never have come on this trip, but the chance to see dinosaurs. Real breathing dinosaurs was something, unfortunately, he couldn’t pass up.

“Dr Malcolm,” he said in his best ‘your hand is not on my you-know-what’ tone, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Ian pressed down drawing an unwilling gasp from the smaller man.

“Taking your mind off things,” he drawled, “You know, in case you’re scared.”

Alan glared at him, “I am *not* sacred.”

Ian nodded, suddenly looking uncharacteristically serious, “Good,” he said, “Neither am I.”

Then he leaned forward and invaded Alan’s personal space and pressed their mouths together and suddenly Alan thought that maybe he was scared and maybe Ian was too, and maybe this might help distract them. You know, before everything turned to shit as it inevitably would.

It was frenzied and all of sudden zippers were pulled down and hands were everywhere and Alan could barely breathe but it was *so* good. The heat of the other man, the confidence with which he manipulated Alan’s body annoyed him more than even Tim’s irritating questions. But the car was hot and the windows were steamed up and Alan was gasping and definitely *not* pretending Ian was Ellie.

No, it was definitely Ian Malcolm making him feel like he never had before and oh God, they were still trapped outside the T-Rex paddock but it just didn’t matter anymore.

When he came, his face flushing red, he let Ian guide his hand past the leather pants that so irritated him and jerked the other man off as best he could, seeing as he had never even thought about touching another man before.

After it was over and they had re-zipped their zippers and taken a few deep breaths Alan worried that maybe Ian was going to want to talk about what had just happened. Because he *didn’t* want to, because discussing things like that just annoyed him.

But he didn’t have to worry for long because five minutes later the radio buzzed and everything went to hell.