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Isla Nublar had left all of them with nightmares. Almost every night, either Alan or Ellie would wake in a cold sweat and would cuddle into the other for comfort. They would often drive the horrors of night away with kisses and touches, moans and sighs, the heat of passion reminding them that they were alive. Somewhere along the way, Ian had become involved. This had happened after arguably one too many nightmares, and one too drinks on everyone’s behalves, but no one regretted it the next morning and no one stopped it from happening again. Alan and Ellie very soon became Alan, Ellie and Ian, with Ian’s stuff gradually making its way to their place and Ian becoming an ever more present, and pleasant, addition to the household. The days were comfortable and the nights were wild. But the nightmares never stopped.
Somewhere ever further down the line, things began to derail. Alan threw himself back into raptor research, his own unique way of dealing with the trauma of nearly being killed by them. He spent more and more time at new digs, much preferring the sight of dead raptors to the nightmares of living ones. Ian had tried to tell the world what had happened at Isla Nublar, and was mocked worldwide for his efforts, taking a particular blow in losing his university tenure. His ex girlfriend Sarah Harding managed to track him down though, and both Alan and Ellie knew that three were once again becoming two, even as Sarah went off on some other job. When Hammond called, Ian had a good mind to scream at the old man but Ellie had encouraged him to be calm, and to investigate what Hammond needed. So off Ian went, little knowing he’d end up on Isla Sorna to bring Sarah home, and knowing even less that he wouldn’t be going back to Alan and Ellie’s place afterwards.
Ellie, more alone than ever, phoned Alan at the dig. It wasn’t working, and both of them knew it. She needed more than the empty apartment left behind when Alan spent most of his days digging up bones. She had tried to go back with him once, but the sight of raptors, even fossilised ones, was too much for her. She decided instead that she would finally write the books she had planned, and have the baby she had always wanted. And the heartbreaking, yet unavoidable, truth that she wasn’t going to have that baby with Alan led to the tearful parting that they never thought would happen. She moved out of Alan’s apartment, and Alan became an almost permanent addition to the dig site, not able to bear going home to an empty flat full of memories and regrets.
But all three of them kept hold of each other’s numbers, and tried to meet up as friends for a drink or two once every few months. And so it came to pass that six months later, the three of them found themselves in a bar, drinks littering the table. Alan talked about his ideas for a new book, his new research into communication between raptors. Ellie mentioned her new beau, Mark, and her plans for a book. Of course, all three of them were talking about San Diego and the revelation of a second island, with Ian gushing about his relationship with Sarah and his pride in his daughter Kelly. Talk came round to the recent death of John Hammond and after a moment of quiet, they all looked at each other and nodded. Regardless of what happened, he was gone now and had left behind a grieving family. They each picked up a drink, toasted John Hammond and drank, not forgiving the man but having enough respect to mark his passing. Alan thought briefly of Tim and Lexie, sorry for the loss of their grandad, and hoped they were alright. After a few more drinks, they parted ways.
And so it went on, the years passing by with each of them measuring the time by the drinks that came every few months. Alan slowly progressed with his book, uncovering new finds, and touring universities as a highly sought after guest speaker. Ellie also progressed with her book, though hers took a little longer due to her getting married and having the babies she always wanted. Ian, not to be outdone by his two former lovers and now distant friends, also published a book though many thought that he was too preachy in it.
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Alan watched the small boy playing with the toy dinosaurs. He remembered playing with the very same toys as a child, toys he could never quite part with cause they had sparked his love of palaeontology. He’d kept those toys his whole life, even having them on the top of the cupboards in the old trailer he and Ellie used to share in Montana. When she had found out she was pregnant, he had given them to her for her child, since it was looking likely now that he wouldn’t have his own. If he was ever to have children, he would have wanted them with Ellie, a thought which amused him considering how against it he’d been at the start. But now she had children with someone else, and he found that he still wanted her children to have those dinosaurs.
So now he sat with Charlie, Ellie’s three year old, as he made a Triceratops attack a Brachiosaurus.
“Actually, Charlie, those are herbivores,” he said, the teacher in him coming out even with a toddler. “They really wouldn’t be interested in fighting each other.” Charlie looked at him, confused.
He picked up a couple of velociraptor toys. “But these ones here are carnivores and they really like fighting with each other. They use their teeth and their claws to rip each other’s throats out.”
Ellie chuckled as she came up behind him carrying her youngest on her hip. “Alan, he’s three. Let’s wait till he’s five.”
Alan chuckled. “Right, sorry Charlie.”
Charlie, now completely uninterested in Alan, returned to playing with his toys.
Mark came home a couple of minutes later, and the three of them sat down to dinner later that evening. At the cry of the baby, Mark left to feed the youngest, leaving Alan and Ellie to catch up. They chatted, their eyes soft as they looked at each other. Talk turned to Alan’s work, and Ellie talked enthusiastically with Alan about dinosaurs for the first time in years.
She walked him out to his car when he decided it was time to go home, clinging to every moment she could get with him.
“You’re still the best,” she said to him softly, and he searched her eyes looking for the words she hadn’t spoken before pulling out of the driveway. He saw her in the rear view mirror, watching him drive away and it took all his effort not to turn the car around.
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“Ellie! The river! Site B!”
The garbled message was cut off at that moment and Ellie’s blood ran cold. What the hell was Alan doing on Isla Sorna? Did the message cut off cause he was just killed? Was it too late? Had she lost him? That last thought paralysed her and it was Charlie’s little voice asking her if the dinosaur man was ok that made her move again. She smiled at her son quickly, trying not to frighten him, and ran to Mark outside. Come hell or high water, she was going to make sure Mark used every connection he had in the State Department to bring Alan home. She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t bear it.
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“Ian, they were flying. Flying,” he said again emphasising the word. He had phoned Ian shortly after returning from Isla Sorna, needing to talk to someone else who had been on that goddamn island. Ian was happy to talk, needing to get his breakup with Sarah off of his chest. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the counter, and the evening had passed pleasantly.
Ian swallowed his drink and nodded. “Yep. Flying dinosaurs will do that.”
Alan scoffed good-naturedly. “Fuck you Ian.”
Ian smirked with a quirked eyebrow. “Ok,” he said cheerfully, winking at the other man.
Alan rolled his eyes and smiled before downing his drink. “In your dreams.”
“Frequently,” Ian retorted, “and with, uh, great enthusiasm I might add.”
“Oh great, I’m gonna end up one of your future ex Mr Malcolm’s aren’t I?”
“If you wanna be,” Ian winked.
Alan sighed heavily. “I’m going to bed. Without you. I’m not sure my sanity can handle your particular brand of chaos tonight.”
Ian laughed from his place on Alan’s couch, throwing in a little cheeky ‘rawr’ as he did.
Alan rolled his eyes again but smiled at Ian and turned towards his bedroom. A knock on the door stopped him in his tracks and he looked over at the door, and then at Ian.
Ian, who looked from the door to Alan when he sensed Alan looking, shrugged. “Don’t look at me, it’s your place.”
Alan crossed to the door, wondering who would be calling this late, and opened it to find Ellie standing there, tear tracks staining her cheeks. Alan’s eyes widened, and he immediately pulled her inside and into a hug, and she sobbed against his chest. Ian had jumped up and crossed the room as well, rubbing circles on her back as she clung to Alan.
“Ellie,” Alan whispered. “What’s wrong?“
She pulled back sniffing, and fiercely wiped the tears from her eyes. “Me and Mark are done.”
Alan and Ian looked at each other then back at her in surprise. Alan rubbed her arms gently. “What happened?”
“Oh, he’s erm..” She chuckled scornfully. “Age old story.” She sniffed again. “Bastards sleeping with his secretary.”
Alan sighed. “Oh for fucks sake. Honey, I’m sorry.”
Ellie shook her head. “Don’t be,” she spoke defiantly through the sniffs, again wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I deserve better. So at least I know now rather than later. It’s just with the kids….” She sighed again. “Honestly, I think this is more shock than anything.”
“I think,” Ian said with a tap on her back. “A stiff drink.”
“If you’ve got one I’ll have one,” she replied.
“Oh we’ve got one alright,” Ian chuckled.
“You mean, I’ve got one,” Alan retorted, still looking at Ellie. “You’re drinking my stuff.”
Ellie couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “How come you’re here Ian? I was just expecting the find Alan.”
Ian turned to her with a mock look of hurt on his face, coming over to her with a whiskey. “Well if you don’t want me here…”
“It’s nice to see you,” she said, taking the drink from Ian and looking from him to Alan, Alan who hadn’t once taken his eyes off of her, who hadn’t once stopped squeezing her hands. “Both of you.”
Ian wandered back towards the couch and leant on the arm as Ellie downed her drink. “You didn’t answer my question,” she said placing the glass on the small table by the door.
“Alan wanted to bitch about Isla Sorna so I came round and we cracked open the whiskey.”
She looked from Ian and into Alan’s eyes. The mention of Isla Sorna brought back that sharp reminder that Alan had nearly died there. That she had nearly never seen him again. He eyes glistened with fresh tears at the thought. “I could have lost you on that island,” she whispered, the fear evident in the small shake in her voice as a tear slid down her cheek.
Alan smiled at her reassuringly, and brushed the tear from her with his thumb. “Takes more than that to get rid of me.”
She smiled, and stared at him softly before placing a hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes at the contact trying not to cross the line, but wanting to all the same. Her thumb stroked his cheek and he gently turned his head so that he could kiss her palm before glancing back at her questioningly. She gently ran her thumb across his lips and that was it.
Ellie kissed Alan softly, both of them cherishing the feel of each other’s lips again. A gentle clearing of a throat behind Alan reminded them that Ian was in the room, and Ellie looked over Alan’s shoulder to catch sight of the other man. Ian smiled at her, happy his friends had found each other again. “Should I leave?”
Ellie looked at Alan who shrugged at her gently, silently telling her that it was up to her and he didn’t mind either way. She smirked and placed her forehead against Alan’s. “No,” she said softly. “You should stay.”
Alan kissed her, deeper than before. She made a gentle noise in her throat, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. Ian walked behind her, placing one hand on her hip and using the other to sweep her hair to one side. He gently kissed her neck, pressing himself against her, and she sighed again into Alan’s mouth delighted at being caught between her two best friends.
Alan’s hands moved from her waist up her chest, lightly cupping her breasts as he made his way to the buttons of her shirt. He undid them one by one, never breaking the kiss as he went. Ian, seeing what Alan was doing, moved his hands up her arms, and waited for Alan to pull the hem of her shirt from out of her jeans and undo the final button. Wrapping his fingers round the now lose fabric, Ian slowly, tantalising, peeled the shirt off of her. His lips moved to the back of her neck and his fingers worked skilfully at the clasp of her bra. In front of her, Alan felt the bra come lose, and hooked his fingers under the straps to pull it off of her.
Alan broke the kiss for only a moment, and glanced downwards at her bare breasts, not hiding the fact that he had missed the sight of her, before grinning at her and kissing her again. One hand ran down her body back to her hip, while the other took her breast. His thumb circled her nipple and he could feel her chest moving faster as her breath quickened. Moving his lips to her neck, he pinched her nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Ian, who by this point had moved his kisses down her bare spine, heard the gasp and responded by licking his way back up to her neck. He peppered kisses on the side of her neck that Alan wasn’t working on, and she let her head fall back onto Ian’s shoulder.
She put one hand in Alan’s hair, and with the other reached behind her to tangle her fingers in Ian’s hair as well. She held tight to both of them, partly her not wanting to let go of them ever again, and partly the need to stay upright, her legs having turned to jelly due to the feeling of Alan gently grinding against her in front, and Ian matching pace with his grinding behind. She moaned loudly, and Alan pulled away from her neck to look at her. He took her hands from his and Ian’s heads and with a knowing look to Ian, led her to the couch.
He sat down and pulled her down with him, catching her lips in another kiss. Ian sat on the other side of them, and ran his fingers up and down her arm. Alan’s hand ran down her chest and over her stomach, before skirting past where she needed him and going to her thigh instead. She broke the kiss to groan, letting her head fall back against the couch as Alan ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, never quite reaching that sweet spot.
“Alan, please.”
A few more teasing strokes later, he skilfully undid the button on her jeans with one hand and pulled her fly down, slipping his hand into her jeans and running his fingers against her. She sighed, and began to gently buck her hips against his hand. He pulled back just a little, enough to get his hand under her panties and stroke her soft, wet clit. She moaned loudly at the contact, bucking even more than before, desperate to feel Alan’s fingers on her after all this time. Alan watched her with a smile as his finger made circles, alternating the pressure between firm and light strokes, admiring how beautiful she looked with her head back, eyes closed, mouth parted, little beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and relishing in the noises she was making; gorgeous little sighs and moans, and the occasional breathless sound of his name.
He pulled his hand out and she opened her eyes in response. She watched as he slipped his fingers inside his mouth, tasting the wetness on them with a deep moan. She chuckled as he winked at her.
“Delicious,” he said as he slipped of the couch to kneel in space between her and the coffee table. His fingers caught the top of her jeans and he pulled them down, throwing them across the room afterwards. He kissed her legs before repeating the movement with her panties. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw her naked again, just as stunning as she always was. She moved slightly so that she was leaning against Ian who began gently kneading her breasts.
Alan hooked his hands under her knees and spread her legs. She placed her feet on the table behind him for support as he kissed up her thighs and finally reached her clit. He traced his tongue firmly but slowly across it, moaning appreciatively at the taste. Her head fell across Ian’s shoulders as she panted, feeling Alan’s tongue lapping at her. He licked at her hard and slow, then fast and light, before sucking at her and then doing it all again. His hands gripped her thighs so hard that she was certain there would be finger shaped bruises there in the morning.
“Is that good?” Ian’s breath was hot against her ear as he whispered.
She nodded in reply, words failing her.
Ian’s voice came again. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Good girl.”
The endearment meant her shudder, and all she could say was “fuck.”
Her legs shook, and she could feel that fire building between them. Ian and Alan both focused their attention on her, Ian whispering into her ear, fingers making her nipples raw, Alan eating her pussy like his life depended on it, holding onto her like she was the only thing in the world, both of them wanting her to come because damn, they had missed her. Ellie couldn’t bear it anymore, and she came hard, arching her back and screaming both their names in turn.
Alan raised his head up, licked his lips and smiled, and he pulled himself back up to sit beside her on the couch, taking her hand in his and pacing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Good?” He asked, smirking cause he already knew the answer.
Ellie scoffed and laughed. “No,” she joked. “It was awful. I was screaming cause of how bad it was.”
Alan laughed at that before kissing her softly. Ian kissed her forehead and stood up. “Well I’m getting another drink. Who wants one?”
“I’m good,” Ellie responded. “I have something better in mind.” She quirked an eyebrow at Alan before standing up and pulling him with her. She made quicker work of his shirt and jeans than he had of hers and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her eagerness as she pulled down his boxers, his hard cock springing out. Ian resumed his place on the couch, glass of whiskey in tow and a smirk on his face.
Ellie pushed Alan down onto the couch, dropping to her knees in front of him. She ran her tongue up the shaft of his cock before swirling it around the head and taking him into her mouth. Alan threw his head back as she sucked, moaning as she bobbed her head up and down, her hot mouth and talented tongue driving him closer to the brink. Her hands stroked his thighs as she worked, and his hand found it’s way to to her hair. He tangled his fingers in the blonde strands, gripping her tight, but not too tight. She pulled off with an audible pop and he groaned at the loss. He looked down at her pleadingly. Her eyes were dark with lust and she was licking her partially swollen lips hungrily, and he knew she wasn’t done with him.
“Ian,” he said breathlessly. “We’re gonna need….” He panted, getting his breath back. “Bathroom, top drawer,” he managed just before a lick from Ellie pulled another groan from him. Ian, needing no more information, sought out what Alan had sent him to find and came back with the pack of condoms. He gave one to Alan who took it with trembling hands. Ian picked up the glass of whiskey he’d put down and settled back against the couch to enjoy the show.
Ellie slid her way back up Alan’s body and he made sure not to break eye contact as he used his teeth the rip open the condom packet. She sighed happily and took the condom from him, slipping it over his cock at a teasingly slow place.
“Ellie, please,” Alan begged and she kissed him deeply as she straddled his hips. She slid onto him with a deep moan and Alan gripped both of her thighs in an effort to control himself. She broke the kiss and began moving, throwing her head back as she did. Alan moved his hands to her ass, gripping her cheeks and pulling her as deep as possible. Her breasts bounced in front of him and his mouth caught a nipple, which he sucked at ardently. Ellie wrapped her fingers in his hair, keeping him pinned to her chest. Ian was panting loudly next to them, and Alan glanced to the side to see that Ian had pulled his pants down and was stroking his cock, his glass of whiskey long since abandoned. Alan moved one hand to Ellie’s lower back and slid the other across to Ian, taking his cock and stroking at the same rhythm that he was fucking Ellie. Alan heard Ian say his name gently and sighed.
Ellie’s moans grew louder and louder, and her movements became faster and faster. Ian’s moans also got louder, and Alan wasn’t even sure which were his and which were Ian’s. Alan threw his head back against the couch again and squeezed his eyes shut. He was close now, and from the sounds and movements coming from Ellie, and the leaking coming from Ian, he knew they were both close too. Alan and Ellie came at the same time, and the sound of Alan’s grunts and Ellie’s scream sent Ian over the edge a few seconds later. Ellie fell against Alan, panting as she caught her breath. Alan ran his hand up and down her back while he used the other to squeeze Ian’s thigh lightly. All three of them sat there comfortably content as they got there breath back, and Ellie looked across to Ian.
“There’s erm.. a problem here,” she said.
Both men looked at her.
“What’s wrong honey?” Alan asked tenderly.
“Ian’s still wearing too many clothes,” she laughed breathlessly.
Alan looked across at Ian and true enough, though his trousers and boxers were pulled down, he was still wearing his shirt. Alan chuckled. “Yes,” he said. “We’ll have to take care of that. But first…should we move to the bedroom? Three of us can fit on a bed better than we can fit on a couch.”
“I like that idea,” Ian said, standing and discarding his trousers and boxers completely, grabbing his drink and the condoms before he walked into the other room. Ellie peeled herself off of Alan with another kiss and both of them followed Ian to the bedroom. By the time both of them got there, Ian had already abandoned his shirt and was finishing the glass of whiskey. Ellie threw herself down on the bed, sprawling herself across the sheets with a smirk. She looked at Ian and beckoned him with a finger. Ian grinned.
“As the lady commands,” he said, pulling a condom from its packet and slipping it over his cock. Alan walked around to the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge and taking Ellie’s arms to pin them above her head. She sighed at the feeling of being restrained by Alan, and Ian’s cock throbbed as he looked at Ellie lying naked on the bed waiting for him, arms held above her head by Alan.
Ian crawled up her body, taking a moment to enjoy the taste of her pussy as Alan had, before peppering kisses up her torso, over her nipples and up her throat before finally catching her lips in his for the first time that night. He thrust into her as he kissed her, making her moan into his mouth. He kept pace with her moans, paying close attention to her reactions. She squeezed her legs around his waist, trying to push him deeper, so in response he pushed harder. She gasped loudly as his name escaped her lips and he couldn’t handle it. He came hard with a cry of her name.
“Sorry,” he said. “It’s been a while.”
“It’s ok,” Alan said. “I’ll take care of her.”
Ellie panted desperately as the men changed position. Alan quickly grabbed another condom before nestling himself between her legs.
“Alan, please.” She begged.
He chuckled darkly. “Hmmm, I like it when you beg.”
Both Ian and Ellie grunted at that, and Alan thrust into her hard. She threw her head back and gasped. He teased her mercilessly to start with, moving slowly and hitting deep. Each of his hands took one of her wrists and he pinned her down as he propped himself up and she begged, softly at first then louder, for him to go faster, harder, deeper. He pounded her into the bed with wild abandon before sitting back on his knees, holding her legs open around him so he could fuck her from this new position.
Ian took advantage of Alan’s new position and kneeled on the bed beside Ellie, making sure her breasts were also receiving attention. A litany of pleases, and yeses, and oh gods, and their names, and indiscernible noises of pleasure poured from Ellie as her hand reached blindly towards Ian’s cock. She turned her head to the side, desperate, trying to indicate what she wanted without words. Ian swept her hair, damp with sweat, from her face and came closer to her, moving his cock to her mouth. She took it eagerly and sucked on it at the same quick, wild pace Alan was fucking her with.
Ian grunted hard at the feeling of her swollen lips and hot, wet, mouth. Her moans were muffled as he thrust into her mouth, harder and harder until he came again with a scream of her name. Ellie felt his cum hit her throat and swallowed hard, taking every drop before he pulled out of her mouth. She didn’t have a moment to get her breath back though cause Alan fell back over her in that moment, taking her lips in his to catch some of Ian’s taste. He was like a man possessed now and he growled deeply and raked his fingers across her as he fucked her. Ellie tangled her fingers in Alan’s hair, gripping him and keeping him close to her.
“Alan, please…”
“Good girl,” he said, his voice deep and dark. “Say my name.”
That was it for her. She came with a scream, clinging to him through her orgasm, and she felt him shudder hard, heard her name fall from his lips as he came with her. They lay there for some time, panting against each other, neither one wanting to let go of the other, Ellie gently stroking Alan’s head. Ian lay next to them, his hand running up and down Alan’s arm, happy and blissed out.
Ellie whispered into the room gently. “I’ve missed you both.” But both men heard the unspoken words behind that, the ‘I love you’ that didn’t need said.
Alan looked to Ian with a smile, then looked down at her, her hair spread out across the sheets. He kissed her softly, so softly she barely felt it. Ian repositioned himself to lie beside her and gave her an equally soft kiss. “We’ve missed you too.” And Ellie heard the same unspoken words, and smiled.
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Alan woke in the middle of the night, the moonlight shining through the window illuminating the people on the bed. They were all tangled together comfortably. Alan lay on his side holding Ellie. She was facing him and he could see her soft features resting comfortably as she slept. Ian lay on the other side of her, his arm across her as he spooned her. He too slept softly.
Ellie moved a little, causing a strand of hair to fall across her face. Alan gently reached out and moved it, careful not to disturb her. He gazed at them both tenderly for a few moments before he closed his eyes again and fell back to sleep, all of them safe from the nightmares in each other’s arms.