rareslash | MORE JURASSIC SLASH!!!!!!!

Because, for some reason, i just can't stop!! That's either a good thing or a bad thing...i'm not sure.
kind of a sequal to the previous one :)
WARNING!! R-Rated :)

Ian/Alan

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JURASSIC PARK

Ian/Alan

NOTES: ain’t mine don’t sue. Y’know this is the third Jurassic piece I’ve written in like the space of a day. I think I’ve been bitten by the dinosaur bug, but if no one else is gonna write it then I may as well…although I am secretly hoping this encourages others to write more on this pairing!! J J Suspend your disbelief for this one folks…it takes place just after they escape from the park…(because I don’t really know what happened after that)

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CHAOS

Dr Alan Grant, dinosaur survivor extraordinaire, slammed the door of his apartment shut behind him and walked into the kitchen. Already he could see that the dishes hadn’t been cleaned and, for God’s sake, the refrigerator door had been left open.

After they had returned from Jurassic Park they had immediately, as a shell-shocked group, taken Ian to the hospital where he complained obnoxiously for a few hours before Ellie (who was now on Alan’s list of annoying people) suggested that Dr Malcolm could stay at Alan’s while he healed…because he was the only one with a place in the city.

Alan didn’t even know why he had the apartment, he visited very rarely- when he wasn’t working, which was rare indeed.

He had tried his best to scowl so fiercely that Ian might notice and realise hospital was the best place for him after all but the other man had just smiled that easy smile and said something annoying.

And so here they were, Ian was nearly healed and yet he still left his shit everywhere. Alan didn’t want to know what the taller man’s own house was like…probably chaos, utter chaos.

Or maybe Ian was only messy in Alan’s house…that would be something he would do wouldn’t it…something annoying.

“Can’t you tidy up?” he shouted angrily.

A non-distinguishable noise sounded from the living room and Alan slammed the fridge door shut angrily before stalking in there, coming face to face with Ian reading one of his Dig Journals.

“That is mine…” he said, enunciating every word for maximum impact.

Ian grinned, his dark eyes sparkling, “Yeah,” he agreed.

“You can’t read it,” Alan said (childishly he had to admit) and reached out, grabbing the journal but accidentally brushing his hand against Ian’s.

That was the first contact (and Alan had been *very* careful) that they had had since they returned from Jurassic park and suddenly, with that mere brush of skin, some irritating memories came back.

He remembered the fear he had felt outside the T-Rex paddock and the way Ian had annoyed him so much that he hadn’t felt it any more. Then he remembered the way the bigger man had felt over him, touching him like he was some silly woman…but no, definitely not like a woman.

Alan froze and in that split second Ian acted, grasping his wrist and pulling him until he was sat on his knees beside Ian, who was sprawled out on the sofa.

“It’s alright,” Alan said hurriedly, “I’m not afraid at the moment.”

That smile again, the one that made Alan want to swing for the other man, and then Ian was invading his bubble again and kissing him like he had been wanting to ever since they got back.

But he hadn’t…had he?

Surprisingly, because he was actually able to think and not paralysed with fear this time, Alan found himself responding. He placed his hand on Ian’s chest, feeling the fabric of his own black pair of pyjamas (which were slightly too small for the taller man, much to Alan’s amusement) and then he wanted to feel more and so he ripped the shirt, buttons flying everywhere…more mess…and touched the hot skin beneath.

Ian groaned and Alan looked up intrigued, could it be that Dr Malcolm ‘somehow-cool-geek extraordinaire, was losing his cool? And maybe, beneath his irritation that the other man couldn’t keep his apartment from degenerating into chaos, Alan kind of liked it.

He slid his hand further down, pausing at the top of the pyjama bottoms, and watched as the dark eyes closed. Yeah, he was definitely in control this time.

It took Alan a second to gather his courage and stop panicking about the fact that this was a *male* person. Hell he had faced down dinosaurs, facing down possible gayness wasn’t really an issue compared to that.

Besides he could always stuff it into the back of his mind and not think about it- except maybe late at night.

He pushed his hand under the fabric and past some silky feeling boxers and grasped the hard length in his hand, a little more sure of himself this time.

He went by what made Ian moan the loudest, and it sure felt good to have this kind of power over the other man (because he sure didn’t have any power elsewhere), and he watched Ian’s face and, just because he *had* to, kissed the full lips that usually smiled so irritatingly.

As the other man jerked and stiffened before exploding beneath his hand Alan smiled, and maybe it was his first real smile for ages, and then he was pulled forward onto the hot, solid body and then everything got a bit blurry but somehow his trousers were down and Ian’s mouth was around him. And then he accidentally knocked over a vase that was on the table beside the sofa and the water went everywhere (what a mess) but he didn’t care, all he cared about was the heat and madness of it all.

It was almost worth nearly getting eaten by dinosaurs for.

But Alan was still pretty annoyed about that experience.

When he came (proverbial shooting stars behind his eyelids and everything) they flopped on the soft together in a sticky, tangled heap. And later, when they hadn’t had the conversation they probably needed to have, Ian helped him tidy the apartment- top to bottom…and then maybe later they made their way into Alan’s bedroom and stayed there for a pretty long time…until the phone rang the next morning (and it was Ellie calling to see how they were).

And maybe after that they went back to bed again.