Practical Demonstration
Title: Practical Demonstration
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Connor
Words: 989
Rating,Warnings: 18
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: Started this days ago for echo_fangirl , sorry only just finishing it. She gave me the prompt 'Connor/anyone male and “being unnecessary”'. Unfortunately the boys didn’t listen to the prompt at all and did this instead - sorry about that.
Stephen listened to Connor and Abby banter behind him in the locker room. He had a feeling that Connor’s half of the banter was an attempt at flirtation but couldn’t really be sure. It wasn’t exactly text book.
He heard Abby wrap herself in her coat and the banter turned to mild bicker as she stole something from Connor’s locker. He listened as Abby ran for the door, followed to slowly by Connor. He turned in time to see Abby stop and throw Connor’s hat back at him before running off with a laugh. Connor took a couple of steps back in an attempt to catch his hat, but fell over backwards, tripping on his own bag that he had left on the floor.
Connor crashed to an ungainly pile at Stephen’s feet. He looked down at the younger man.
“Smooth. Really smooth.”
Connor lay on his back and looked up at him.
“You enjoy taking the piss out of me don’t you?”
“Well Connor, you do make it so easy. I’m guessing you were never the sporty type at school.”
“I have other talents.” Connor retorted.
“With computers. Yes. That’ll get the girls every time.” Stephen couldn’t keep the smirk off his face.
“Might not get the girls, but the boys love it.” he muttered.
“What did you say?”
Connor continued like he had never said anything and rolled over, picking himself up so he was kneeling back on his feet. He kept looking up at Stephen.
“I should show you one of my other talents. Then you might stop taking the piss.”
“And what are these talents exactly?” Stephen was smirking again already envisaging the fun he would have watching Connor fall flat on his face in an attempt to impress him. He folded his arms and leant back against the lockers, ready to enjoy the show.
Connor surprised him by shifting forwards suddenly so that he was kneeling up, and reaching for Stephen’s fly. Deftly flicking the button open and pulling on the zip, Connor quickly had them open and was reaching inside Stephen’s underwear.
Stephen gasped in a breath of surprise and moved a hand down to stop him, but it was quickly swatted away. Stephen was too startled to fight back anymore and was slightly distracted by trying to figure out if he was the most surprised by Connor’s actions or that what the young man had just done had caused a flood of blood to rush to his groin.
He was only half hard when Connor’s gentle fingers pulled him free of his boxer shorts. Stephen could do nothing but stare down as Connor took the bulk of his semi erect penis into his mouth. His head thunked back against the lockers as his cock was surrounded by the soft, wet warmth.
Connor ran his mouth up and down once, twice and Stephen could feel himself growing harder on his tongue. Then Connor released him and Stephen looked sharply down, wondering if that was it; if Connor had proved his point and was going to stop now. Conner grinned back up at him and then poked his tongue out of his open mouth.
He started at the base of Stephen’s cock and ran his tongue up along the thick vein, pressing firmly. When he reached the head he swirled his tongue around it, before using his lips to mouth his way back to the base.
Connor tilted his head and swiftly pulled one of Stephen’s balls into his mouth, sucking hard. Stephen gasped and his head fell back again, one hand bracing himself against the lockers, the other knotting itself unconsciously in Connor’s hair.
Stephen lost track of how long it lasted but Connor teased him with his lips, tongue and teeth until Stephen was begging for more. A breathless, incomprehensible litany of “please” and “now” and “more” and “Connor please more now” fell unbidden from Stephen’s lips.
Finally, just when Stephen was convinced that he was going to be driven mad with desire and he was sure his cock had never been this hard or desperate for release, he felt Connor surround the head with his hot, wet mouth again.
Stephen bucked hard but Connor didn’t flinch. Stephen felt his cock hit the back of Connor’s throat, but the young man just swallowed around him, making Stephen groan even more. Stephen’s hand moved limply as Connor’s head bobbed up and down his cock. The younger man sucked and hummed, flicking his tongue around the head and tracing back down the soft skin as he moved.
Stephen’s hips seemed have a mind of their own and they moved backwards and forwards, fucking Connor’s mouth as gently as his lust addled mind would let him. But after Connor’s teasing it wasn’t long before all of Stephen’s self control was lost and his orgasm coiled in the pit of his stomach.
Then Connor moved, taking him even deeper; deeper than Stephen believed possible, and Stephen was coming. Bucking into Connor’s willing, receptive mouth, he came hard, spilling himself down Connor’s throat.
Connor moaned and swallowed, taking down every drop. He kept sucking, milking Stephen dry through his orgasm, before releasing him and sitting back on his heels again.
He ran a hand over his mouth, fingertips lingering over his swollen lips. He pressed the heel of his other hand against his own hard cock as he looked up at Stephen. Stephen still had his head tipped back, his breathing fast and heavy as he tried to recover. He looked down to see Connor grinning behind his hand.
“So, you going to stop teasing me now?”
Stephen spoke, not entirely sure if he could trust his voice, so threw a lazy smile on his face to go with it.
“That depends. Will it earn me another practical demonstration of your abilities?”
“No. Next time I’ll stick my cock in your mouth to shut you up.”
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Connor
Words: 989
Rating,Warnings: 18
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: Started this days ago for echo_fangirl , sorry only just finishing it. She gave me the prompt 'Connor/anyone male and “being unnecessary”'. Unfortunately the boys didn’t listen to the prompt at all and did this instead - sorry about that.
Stephen listened to Connor and Abby banter behind him in the locker room. He had a feeling that Connor’s half of the banter was an attempt at flirtation but couldn’t really be sure. It wasn’t exactly text book.
He heard Abby wrap herself in her coat and the banter turned to mild bicker as she stole something from Connor’s locker. He listened as Abby ran for the door, followed to slowly by Connor. He turned in time to see Abby stop and throw Connor’s hat back at him before running off with a laugh. Connor took a couple of steps back in an attempt to catch his hat, but fell over backwards, tripping on his own bag that he had left on the floor.
Connor crashed to an ungainly pile at Stephen’s feet. He looked down at the younger man.
“Smooth. Really smooth.”
Connor lay on his back and looked up at him.
“You enjoy taking the piss out of me don’t you?”
“Well Connor, you do make it so easy. I’m guessing you were never the sporty type at school.”
“I have other talents.” Connor retorted.
“With computers. Yes. That’ll get the girls every time.” Stephen couldn’t keep the smirk off his face.
“Might not get the girls, but the boys love it.” he muttered.
“What did you say?”
Connor continued like he had never said anything and rolled over, picking himself up so he was kneeling back on his feet. He kept looking up at Stephen.
“I should show you one of my other talents. Then you might stop taking the piss.”
“And what are these talents exactly?” Stephen was smirking again already envisaging the fun he would have watching Connor fall flat on his face in an attempt to impress him. He folded his arms and leant back against the lockers, ready to enjoy the show.
Connor surprised him by shifting forwards suddenly so that he was kneeling up, and reaching for Stephen’s fly. Deftly flicking the button open and pulling on the zip, Connor quickly had them open and was reaching inside Stephen’s underwear.
Stephen gasped in a breath of surprise and moved a hand down to stop him, but it was quickly swatted away. Stephen was too startled to fight back anymore and was slightly distracted by trying to figure out if he was the most surprised by Connor’s actions or that what the young man had just done had caused a flood of blood to rush to his groin.
He was only half hard when Connor’s gentle fingers pulled him free of his boxer shorts. Stephen could do nothing but stare down as Connor took the bulk of his semi erect penis into his mouth. His head thunked back against the lockers as his cock was surrounded by the soft, wet warmth.
Connor ran his mouth up and down once, twice and Stephen could feel himself growing harder on his tongue. Then Connor released him and Stephen looked sharply down, wondering if that was it; if Connor had proved his point and was going to stop now. Conner grinned back up at him and then poked his tongue out of his open mouth.
He started at the base of Stephen’s cock and ran his tongue up along the thick vein, pressing firmly. When he reached the head he swirled his tongue around it, before using his lips to mouth his way back to the base.
Connor tilted his head and swiftly pulled one of Stephen’s balls into his mouth, sucking hard. Stephen gasped and his head fell back again, one hand bracing himself against the lockers, the other knotting itself unconsciously in Connor’s hair.
Stephen lost track of how long it lasted but Connor teased him with his lips, tongue and teeth until Stephen was begging for more. A breathless, incomprehensible litany of “please” and “now” and “more” and “Connor please more now” fell unbidden from Stephen’s lips.
Finally, just when Stephen was convinced that he was going to be driven mad with desire and he was sure his cock had never been this hard or desperate for release, he felt Connor surround the head with his hot, wet mouth again.
Stephen bucked hard but Connor didn’t flinch. Stephen felt his cock hit the back of Connor’s throat, but the young man just swallowed around him, making Stephen groan even more. Stephen’s hand moved limply as Connor’s head bobbed up and down his cock. The younger man sucked and hummed, flicking his tongue around the head and tracing back down the soft skin as he moved.
Stephen’s hips seemed have a mind of their own and they moved backwards and forwards, fucking Connor’s mouth as gently as his lust addled mind would let him. But after Connor’s teasing it wasn’t long before all of Stephen’s self control was lost and his orgasm coiled in the pit of his stomach.
Then Connor moved, taking him even deeper; deeper than Stephen believed possible, and Stephen was coming. Bucking into Connor’s willing, receptive mouth, he came hard, spilling himself down Connor’s throat.
Connor moaned and swallowed, taking down every drop. He kept sucking, milking Stephen dry through his orgasm, before releasing him and sitting back on his heels again.
He ran a hand over his mouth, fingertips lingering over his swollen lips. He pressed the heel of his other hand against his own hard cock as he looked up at Stephen. Stephen still had his head tipped back, his breathing fast and heavy as he tried to recover. He looked down to see Connor grinning behind his hand.
“So, you going to stop teasing me now?”
Stephen spoke, not entirely sure if he could trust his voice, so threw a lazy smile on his face to go with it.
“That depends. Will it earn me another practical demonstration of your abilities?”
“No. Next time I’ll stick my cock in your mouth to shut you up.”