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Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.

FILLING GUIDELINES

As you probably all know - our meme now has it's very own database created and maintained by the great Enigel. It both catalogues each and every prompt that we post and provides links to fills. You can find it here: Google Spreadsheet

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This is a great step forward in making our meme just a little more organised (but not too organised of course. This is Cabin Pressure) which is always a good thing.

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REALLY IMPORTANT ADDENDUM

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‘Your first orgasm with a real alpha inside you, not some toy,’ he growled. He nipped Martin’s earlobe before soothing the tiny hurt with his tongue. ‘How was it?’

Good,’ Martin said. Panted, really; his eyes were still closed, his body still shivery and achingly responsive to every shift of Douglas inside him. ‘Really, really good, I had no idea that … oh, Douglas.’

He wound his arms around Douglas’ neck, kissing him properly, and Douglas hummed in pleasure as he kissed him back before eventually lifting his head, with a last nibble on Martin’s lower lip.

‘Ready for your second?’ he asked, shifting on the bed and pushing in a little, and Martin arched his back.

The vague ache was starting to wrap itself around his hips again, and when Douglas thrust forwards slightly the feeling of relief was matched only by the surge of arousal. Douglas’ hand slid over his erection, wet with fluid and with Martin’s come, and Martin groaned deeply and bit down on his lip uncertainly.

‘I’m not sure I… I’ve never…’

‘I know,’ Douglas murmured, and kissed Martin’s hairline with more tenderness than Martin would have expected from him in that moment. ‘Come on. Just stay with me.’ He started to thrust again, and added ‘Tell me if it gets too much.’

This time everything was more intense, and after a few moments Martin wrapped his arms around Douglas’ back and simply clung to him, hiding his face against Douglas’ shoulder.

‘You alright?’ Douglas murmured against the crown of Martin’s head and Martin nodded wordlessly. His entire skin felt shivery and too-hot, and the steady pulse of Douglas’ cock in his arse and the rasp of his hand on his cock were sending shudders of pleasure through him that were almost as good as an orgasm on their own.

It took longer to come, this time. Martin started sobbing at some point, but Douglas only growled and hitched Martin’s legs higher around his waist and kept on at him, fucking into him steadily until Martin tensed and started to claw mindlessly at Douglas’ back, his nails leaving long scratches.

I’m nearly there, he wanted to say. All that came out was a garbled whimper but Douglas understood, fucking him almost brutally hard and tugging at his cock until Martin flung his head back and wailed, coming hard around Douglas’ cock. The second time felt like being held underwater to drown, like being torn open and gutted, and Martin clutched at Douglas like a dying man to an anchor as he fell apart. He came back to himself to find Douglas kissing his face and muttering ‘Shush, now, you’re alright. Neighbours are going to think I’m killing you, with noise like that.’

Martin sobbed for breath, pressing his face into Douglas’ shoulder. He was shaking like a leaf but couldn’t seem to stop, and Douglas let go of his cock to rub at his side soothingly.

‘You are a screamer, aren’t you?’ Douglas said, his voice curling raggedly around the words.

‘I didn’t…’ Martin gasped, ‘I didn’t know… oh God… no-one’s ever…’

‘I know,’ Douglas said, and bit briefly at Martin’s throat. ‘And I can’t tell you how much I like that.’

Martin only moaned in response, his head falling back. It all seemed like too much effort to think right now; far easier to let Douglas take care of everything, and he rubbed at the long muscles of Douglas’ back as Douglas licked up the length of the tendon in his throat.

‘Let me up for a moment,’ Douglas said, gripping one of the thighs clamped around his waist.

Martin loosened his legs obediently and Douglas leaned up, reaching down to hold himself steady as he pulled out of Martin and sat back on his heels.

Martin moved his legs weakly. He felt impossibly wet and open, the rough fabric of the towel soaked underneath him; everything was so warm and slick that he was sure Douglas must have come but didn’t understand why he hadn’t felt his knot, and why Douglas was pulling away so soon. When he lifted his head, he had his answer: Douglas was still hard, his cock still thick and heavy with blood, and Martin half-sat up, bracing an elbow beneath himself and reaching for Douglas fretfully as Douglas moved away.

‘Where are you going?’ he asked. ‘I’m… don’t you want to–’

‘Damn right I do,’ Douglas said, moving up the bed and lying on his side to curl himself around Martin. ‘But if I knot you in that position then after about five minutes you’ll realise that I’m heavy and you’re uncomfortable.’

He nudged Martin gently onto his side and tucked his chest against Martin’s back, pushing and tugging at the towel to keep it under them.

‘Now then.’ Douglas kissed Martin’s hair. ‘Lift your leg and put it over mine.’

Martin squirmed backwards obediently, until he felt Douglas’ cock pushing hard and wet at his arse. He lifted his topmost leg and draped it back over Douglas’, and at the spreading apart of his buttocks he gasped as his nipples tightened, arousal starting to pool in his belly again.

‘That’s it, good,’ Douglas praised him. He nuzzled the hair at the nape of Martin’s neck. ‘God, you smell good right now.’

He reached down to take himself in hand and started to push in, and Martin moaned shakily.

‘Alright?’ Douglas paused, working an arm under Martin’s chest so he could hug him close, and continued when Martin nodded. He continued until he was fully seated, and Martin arched his back and gasped for breath. No mistake now, he was definitely turned on and ready to go again and Douglas’ hand gripped his hip as he squirmed, pulling him back against the solidity of his body.

‘I’m going to fuck you now,’ he said, lips touching Martin’s ear, ‘and I’m not going to stop until I knot you. Is that what you want?’

‘Yes,’ Martin whimpered. He gripped Douglas’ hand and lifted it off his hip, drew it down between his legs where his cock was most of the way hard again. ‘Touch me. Please, touch me, I want you to – oh.’

Douglas pushed forward once, hard, and Martin’s request tailed off in a gasp.

‘Of course I will.’ Douglas’ fingers curled around his cock, lifting it and stroking slowly, lazily. ‘God, you’re gorgeous like this, I couldn’t not touch you even if I wanted to. Now kiss me.’

Martin twisted his head round for a kiss and Douglas thrust forward, making him cry out and clutch at the arm wrapped around his chest.

Martin lost track of time. Douglas’ knee between his legs kept his thighs spread and Douglas’ hand and cock held him gripped with pleasure until he couldn’t focus on anything else. He just kissed Douglas, and moaned, and dug his fingers into the possessive grip of Douglas’ arm around him while Douglas fucked him and stroked his cock so sweetly and so perfectly that Martin distantly thought he might cry with the perfection of it. He came at some point – a deep, bone-shaking thing that rolled through him and stole his breath – and was limp with pleasure when he felt Douglas tense behind him, his movements growing jerkier and less certain.

‘Almost there,’ Douglas groaned heavily against his shoulder and Martin only moaned, seizing the hand that was still cupped over his groin.

‘Do it,’ he said, soaked in pleasure. ‘Come on, let me have it, I want to feel you–’

A loud noise interrupted him as Douglas stilled, buried as deeply as he could go, and Martin groaned as his knot began to swell.

‘Oh God,’ Douglas gasped, and Martin thrilled to hear him sounding so uncontrolled for the first time since they’d begun. ‘Oh God, oh God, I… I’m coming, oh Christ…’

A shudder ran through him and, faintly, Martin felt Douglas’ cock twitch in his arse. He arched his back, squeezing around Douglas to stimulate him as he came, and Douglas pressed his open mouth hard against Martin’s nape and failed to stay silent.

‘Fuck,’ Douglas said, when he could speak again, muscles loosening. ‘Fuck.’

He didn’t say anything else, seemingly content just to hug Martin close and stroke his chest and stomach, and after a couple of minutes he tensed.

‘Again?’ Martin asked, and Douglas gritted his teeth.

‘Yes,’ he said, clearly finding it difficult to speak. ‘Several times, usually, in one knotting. This is only the second, I’m sure that… oh.’

Douglas pressed his face to the side of Martin’s head as another orgasm shuddered through him, and Martin rubbed his cheek against Douglas’ forehead and squeezed his hand. It was a heady feeling to be so desired, to know that he was the one Douglas wanted, and Martin closed his eyes and leaned back against Douglas’ chest, feeling Douglas gasp and thrust further into him.

‘Next time we do this I think I want it to be face to face,’ Martin murmured. ‘I want to be able to see you.’

And hold you, he thought. Douglas sounded so helpless that Martin wanted to hold him, and stroke his back as he came; omegas were always represented as the weaker sex but now Douglas clutched at him frantically, as though he were the one in need of reassurance.

Martin drifted into a pleasurable doze, and stirred faintly when Douglas eventually softened and slipped out of him. He groaned a little in his sleep, turning over and reaching automatically for him, and felt Douglas’ arms solid around him and Douglas whispering ‘Sleep. No, that’s enough, sleep now.’

***

Martin woke up alone. A glance at the clock told him it was mid-afternoon, and the space in the bed next to him was still warm, so Douglas couldn’t have gone far. He lay there for a short while but, when Douglas didn’t return, he dragged himself out of bed. He’d have preferred to stay there; the ache of want had been banked down to a low burn, but it felt as though it wasn’t going to stay that way for long.

But Douglas must have grown bored with lying there waiting for Martin to wake up, it was only normal that he’d want to get up and do something. So Martin went to the bathroom to clean himself up, shivering faintly at his own touch between his legs, and pulled on T-shirt and pyjama bottoms before going to find him.

Douglas was in the kitchen, standing at the counter with sandwich ingredients spread around him, and Martin lingered awkwardly in the doorway and said ‘Hello.’

Douglas turned.

‘Martin!’ he said in surprise. ‘What are you doing up and about? I was sure you’d still be asleep for at least another half-hour.’

Even though, or perhaps because, Douglas had had his cock inside him not two hours previously, Martin felt suddenly shy, as though he didn’t know how to act around him.

‘I woke up,’ he said, and then inwardly kicked himself for stating the obvious.

‘So you did.’ Douglas crossed the kitchen and pulled Martin into a loose embrace, and Martin relaxed into it, nerves vanishing. ‘But I hadn’t intended for you to wake up alone. I was making something to eat, since we both missed lunch and you, I suspect, won’t have had much to eat for close on twenty-four hours now.’

‘True,’ Martin said, and Douglas hummed.

‘How are you feeling? I’d wanted to bring you some food but perhaps you’d rather go back to bed?’

Douglas’ hands wandered down to settle in the curve of Martin’s lower back and Martin closed his eyes at the curl of want in his belly. But Douglas must also be hungry, since they’d missed lunch, and so Martin said ‘No, this is fine,’ and forced himself to sit down at the kitchen table.

‘Right.’ Douglas looked at him narrowly, but carried on with his sandwich making. ‘Are you sure you want them here? I could bring them to you in bed, if you like.’

Oh God, the idea of going back to bed with Douglas was definitely doing things for him, and he wasn’t thinking of anything so sedate as eating lunch. But he said ‘No. No, here’s fine.’

‘Right then.’

Douglas carried on with his preparations, and began talking about a book he’d just finished reading while Martin let Douglas’ voice wash soothingly over him and tried not to squirm in his seat. Sitting down like this made him acutely aware that he could feel the after-effects of Douglas fucking him. He wasn’t sore, exactly, just achingly conscious of what they’d just done, and he bit his lip as his cock twitched.

Douglas set a plate of sandwiches in front of him. Chicken and salad, his favourite, but they smelled odd, somehow, and he thanked Douglas with more enthusiasm than he really felt. Douglas sat down opposite him and bit into one of his own sandwiches, stretching his legs out to nudge a calf between Martin’s legs.

Martin picked up a sandwich and took a bite. It wasn’t bad, per se, but they didn’t seem to hold any interest for him, all his attention focussed on the way Douglas’ leg was almost spreading his knees for him. He felt himself starting to grow wet at the memory of Douglas inside him, Martin’s legs hitched up round his waist while he shuddered and came, and couldn’t stop himself squirming a little, trying to ease the sudden twist of want.

‘You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?’

Martin looked up in alarm but Douglas didn’t look annoyed. Instead his eyes glinted with affection, and Martin offered a weak ‘Sorry. You were saying something about your book…?’

Douglas shook his head. ‘Doesn’t matter.’ He glanced at the mostly-untouched sandwiches on Martin’s plate and added ‘And I can’t help but notice that you don’t seem to be hungry, either.’

‘I…’ Martin set down the sandwich he was holding. ‘I’m sorry, they’re very good, I just…’

‘It doesn’t matter.’ Douglas waved his apology away. ‘They’ll keep.’

He stared at Martin, eyes shrewd, and Martin averted his gaze. His face was burning, desire rising in him again, and he squeezed Douglas’ leg between his knees minutely.

‘I think we need to go back to bed,’ Douglas said gently. ‘Am I right?’

Martin nodded, eyes still looking elsewhere. ‘Sorry. I can’t… I’m not sure I can pay attention to–’

Douglas tutted at him. ‘Don’t apologise. To be honest, I’m impressed you made it out here at all, I’d fully counted on bringing you food in bed and you ignoring it in favour of other activities.’

Martin couldn’t find a response. He was growing wetter, he could feel it, and Douglas pushed his chair back from the table and held out a hand.

‘Come here,’ he said. He didn’t get up and, puzzled, Martin got out of his chair and walked around the table until Douglas could take his hand and pull him down into the chair, straddling his lap. Douglas took his face in his hands and kissed him, and Martin sank against him gratefully, too caught up in the kiss to care that it was making him leak and making familiar tension bloom in his lower back.

Douglas pushed his hands up under Martin’s T-shirt, stripping him out of it efficiently, and lowered his head to cover one of Martin’s nipples with his mouth. Martin groaned, clutching the hair at the back of Douglas’ head, and pushed into the touch. Douglas suckled at it, and nipped it gently with his lips covering his teeth, and alternated to give the other one the same treatment until Martin, driven almost to distraction, said ‘Please. Oh God, Douglas, please, fuck me, now…’

‘Stand up,’ Douglas said, voice gravelly, and Martin obeyed. He’d expected Douglas to stand also, and lead him to the bedroom, but instead Douglas tugged his pyjamas down and off and leaned forward to rub his face against Martin’s bare stomach. His hands gripped Martin’s arse, holding him firmly in place, and Martin’s hands settled almost automatically on Douglas’ head.

‘Right,’ Douglas said, when he lifted his head. He raised himself a few inches off the chair, just enough to tug down his own pyjama bottoms, and Martin saw that he was hard already, his cock rising flushed and ready.

‘Here?’ Martin said, as Douglas tugged him back down into his lap. ‘I thought…’

‘I know what you thought,’ Douglas said, reaching around Martin to take himself in hand and push his cock through the slickness leaking from Martin. ‘But this position has a lot to recommend it. Now come on, you know what you need to do.’