Primeval fic: Misunderestimated -- Connor/Abby/Stephen

Jul 14, 2012 19:17

Title: Misunderestimated
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I'm making no money off this and I don't own it, although I kinda wish I did own Connor.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Stephen and Abby share an interest in Connor. Connor doesn't quite understand that.
Notes: So, I got the request from sandyleepotts, which was apparently the impetus I needed to figure out some way of doing this that did not involve prehistoric sex pollen, which is one of the most overused tropes of fandom smut, anywhere in any fandom. So, here's my best efforts at pulling off a Connor/Stephen/Abby threesome.

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Connor was a lot of good things, but the one most grievous fault he had was that he was totally oblivious. It came through when he didn't know to stop talking about Battlestar Galactica because no one was interested, it came through when he didn't realise his pickup lines, no matter how joking they were, were irritating the object of his affection, but most annoyingly, it came through when he didn't realised the stiff competition going on over him between two people.

It took some time for them both to get to know him better, but once Abby and Stephen both did, they both decided they wanted the nerd for themselves. Stephen loved someone who was as straightforward as he was in terms of interpersonal relations. Connor never said one thing, expecting his interlocutor to know he meant something else, if he wanted something he'd pretty much ask for it. Besides that, Connor was brilliant. Stephen could talk about work without dumbing it down and also rest assured that Connor was interested and would say interesting things about it. He could tell a good funny story, and despite what Stephen would have expected, Connor had actually been on digs and would try any food once, meaning Stephen had company when he went to some of London's more exotic restaurants that sold things like crickets and chocolate-covered ants.

Abby adored Connor's sensitivity. That is, he was oblivious, but if he saw her crying, he'd offer tissues and support, when she went on her period he'd braved the chemist's to get her preferred brand of tampons, and he didn't need to be told more than once that something was irritating her and he'd stop doing it around her. He was fun and funny, he liked her pets, even the snakes and was good with all of them, something she'd rarely found in a boyfriend. He also made a really good cup of tea or coffee, whichever you might be in the mood for, and somehow could always produce scones from somewhere on demand.

Both of them agreed that his dark eyes were lovely, the body that had been trained to run and hide from bullies by dint of climbing and running and vaulting over fences was quite fit, his sense of style, although quirky, fit him perfectly in personality and the fingerless gloves and stubble were dead sexy.

They also both agreed that it was the most aggravating thing in the world that he hadn't picked up on a single hint they'd dropped. It had started subtle.

Abby had showed up to Stephen's hospital room dressed to the nines. Of course, it had been back when she was interested in one or the other, was hoping to get a bead on interest from either of them. Connor had taken the mick about her doing the girl thing and Stephen had brought up his shagging buddy Allison. Connor's attempt to make her feel better after Stephen's rejection still rankled, because it was pretty clear he'd only said it to make her feel better.

When Connor had headed out to the pool and gently chided Stephen for hurting Abby's feelings by mentioning that Stephen always made himself out to be single and hinting Allison being his girlfriend was a lie, Stephen had snapped back at the sting of the (true) accusation. He'd spent days chastising himself for his stupidity.

Stephen's approach had involved a lot of muscle flexion and showing off just how fit he was. Unfortunately, the only reasonable times he got to do this was when they were in the field. Which meant Abby was always there. Which meant Connor pulled him aside and said, confidentially, "I don't think Abby's all that impressed, you know. Maybe you'd do better getting her some of those macaroons she likes. I can tell you the bakery to get them at."

The older man was left gaping at this advice.

Abby found out that Connor loved her homemade chocolate chip biscuits. Well, he'd certainly been taking enough of them all the time. She baked mountains of them, she'd bring them in to the ARC, watching in satisfaction as Connor would walk off with plates of the things. Right after he'd checked out on small arms for the first time, finally allowed a gun in the field, he'd bounded up to her, taking a large share of the congratulatory biscuits and said, "Thanks so much, Abbs! I've been able to bribe Lieutenant Fawcett with the biscuits to teach me to shoot. I'd better go off and give these to her. I promised her a dozen for helping me pass."

She shook her head, staring after him. "Well, that explains why he never gained weight. He wasn't eating them, he was bribing the SFs with them."

Stephen heard this and stepped up his game, thinking that at least he wasn't at a disadvantage to Abby after all, since Connor's obliviousness worked in his favour in that regard. The next time he asked Connor to join him for dinner somewhere the others called weird, he insisted on paying for all the food, agreed to a film after, which he paid for as well and even got Connor back up to his flat, ostensibly for some tea and dessert.

"You said your computer's having trouble?" Connor said as they came through the door. "Look, I really appreciate the free food, but I feel terrible about you paying for everything. Let me just pay you back, yeah?"

Stephen tried to get back some of the mood he'd thought they'd had on the way back. "You don't have to, Connor. Really. It's-"

"It's no trouble," Connor told him, already tapping away on the keyboard and running diagnostics. "Oh. Huh. You know, that particular porn site's not that great," he said absently over a shoulder, causing Stephen to flush. "There's a better one at," he rattled off a url. "I'll leave the addy here and . . . you definitely need to upgrade your antivirus."

It was perhaps not the best ending to a date Stephen had ever had. And after that porn remark, it really wouldn't have been appropriate to try kissing the other man. When Connor was finished, Stephen had never had a computer work better for him. So, he supposed he'd got something for his trouble.

Abby tried a more direct route. She'd dressed up as that blonde woman from Xena: Warrior Princess, miniskirt, knives, cropped top, the whole thing, then arranged herself seductively on the sofa. He'd said he thought the look was hot, especially with the fake tattoos. Connor came in and saw her, and Abby saw his eyes go wide. She smiled, got up and started to sashay towards him. He broke out in a grin. "I didn't really think you'd want to go to the party," he told her, "Where did you get that on such short notice? Nevermind. I'll get my costume and we can go."

That was when she noticed the note on the telly.

Kevin's having a Halloween party. I'm going as Angel from Buffy. You in? -- Connor

She pointedly did not scream and let him drag her out. He'd looked brilliant and sexy in the clothes, but it wasn't what she'd had in mind.

Pub night and Cutter had to hang around and watch the plumber at his house because the pipes had seemingly all burst at once, and Connor was staying late at the ARC, it turned out, because he'd wanted to do something to the computers there. Sighing in a fit of pique, Abby suddenly picked up her beer and said, "To bloody oblivious men who don't notice when a girl's about ready to club them over the head and drag them off to shag."

"Long toast," Stephen commented. Then he sighed, because, well, "Amen to that," and clinked his bottle against a startled Abby's.

"You're . . ." she trailed off. "Well, I feel a little stupid from that time I was flirting with you," she muttered.

"Not recently," he said, concerned. "I mean, not that you're . . . I'd thought you'd moved on and stopped fancying me. You said you did." He was looking a little panicked now.

In spite of how depressed she was over the whole Connor thing and vaguely insulted by Stephen's response, his panic was funny. "I'm sorry," she said when the giggles died down. "I mean, I didn't think Connor was really right that Allison was someone you'd made up."

"She's not," Stephen said sourly. "We're not dating in the traditional sense, but we see each other when she's in town." Then he heaved a sigh. "I just like blokes as well."

Abby blinked a moment, looked at Stephen, then flushed. "That's . . ." she thought about it some more. "As that one berk who wanted me to shag his girlfriend while he watched said, that's a bit of alright."

He choked on his next swallow of beer. "Abby?" he squawked.

"Men can sit about thinking how hot it is seeing lesbians go at it," she pointed out, "Why can't a woman think that about two hot men?"

He pondered this, then said, "That's fair, I suppose." A pause, then he asked, "So who's bloody oblivious?" he asked.

"Connor," Abby said, slouching. "I mean, I think he might be so far in the closet he's found some talking animals."

He snorted. "Why would you say that? He's dead gone on you."

"If you were to see a girl dressed up as one of your favourite fictional characters, who happens to wear a teeny tiny top and miniskirt, holding a can of whipped cream, waiting for you when you got back to your flat, what would you think?"

Stephen's eyes bulged, and despite that he'd never really thought about Abby that way, he shifted uncomfortably at that thought. Then more uncomfortably as he thought of Abby and Connor and whipped cream. "You didn't."

"I did," she said. "And he just got all excited that I wanted to go to a costume party with him that I didn't even know about."

"I took him out to dinner and a film, brought him back to my flat for a nightcap, and he paid me back by fixing my computer," Stephen confessed. "I thought maybe I'd read him wrong." He frowned at Abby. "Do you suppose there's something else going on? Some other . . . issue?"

Abby was still caught up in, "You asked Connor out on a date? You're . . . oh."

"Yes. Oh." Stephen looked sour again. "I mean, how much more explicit can you get?"

She shook her head with a sigh. "Well, it's not that his plumbing's not working," she said, making the decision to just talk this out with someone. They could get bitter and competitive later. "I didn't mean to walk in on him wanking, but . . ."

"You do have the advantage," Stephen said, clearly having leapt straight to being competitive. "I mean, you live with him."

"Familiarity breeds contempt," Abby pointed out. "Anyhow, that noise he made when he won the eBay bidding for that poster of David Tennant isn't something I've normally heard from straight men."

"I suppose we'll just have to try again and see," Stephen said. "May the best man win?" he offered. Then grinned. "And of course, I do mean just that."

Abby rolled her eyes, but she clinked bottles with him again.

The next week was a morass of flirting for both of them. Stephen 'helped' Connor with his shooting stances until Connor asked quite worriedly if there were some trick to the stances he was just plain missing, and Abby spent so much time leaning over in a low-cut shirt at the breakfast table that Connor wanted to know if she'd hurt her back.

They both accidentally walked in on him having one off at the wrist that week. Stephen in the ARC's showers, where he staggered away and leaned against a wall, aching and trying to block out the image of the wet, slick chest, the look on Connor's face and the furiously moving hand. Abby at the flat, having got home hours earlier than she'd expected stumbled across Connor on his bed, his hips arching up into his hand with a soft moan that made her insides puddle.

Connor had headed in to the ARC that Saturday to do something, Stephen at that moment could care less, as he arrived at the flat Connor and Abby shared. When Abby opened the door, Stephen slid past her. "I can't stand it. The only thing I'm not doing is actually kissing him, and he just asks-"

"'Are you okay? You're looking a little ill?'" Abby said mockingly. "He did that to me too all week. How can he be good looking, fit, brilliant and so bloody stupid!" she ranted. "I caught him at it again, in bed when I got home early."

Stephen groaned. "The showers in the ARC," he said. "He was . . ."

"Yeah."

So, they sat there, commiserating about why Connor had to be so bloody cute and so bloody oblivious at the same time.

Two days later he was dating that Caroline girl and Abby wound up at Stephen's flat in tears. Between the beer and the hugging, the upset and the overstrained libidos, the pair fell into bed together. They sort of fell into a relationship at that point, and if either had been hoping Connor would be jealous, it was a hope soon foiled by Connor's cheerful congratulations to them both.

He broke up with Caroline after several weeks, and came back to a now-familiar sight of Stephen and Abby on the couch, chatting. "How'd the date go?" Stephen asked.

"We broke up," Connor said shrugging. "It just wasn't working." He shook off a bit of melancholy and smiled at the pair. "But hey, I'd been starting to wonder about you two before you finally started," he giggled a little as he said, "Going steady." The use of the slightly anachronistic phrase amused him. "I mean, I was starting to wonder if you two were actually attracted to me," he said, shaking his head. "Stupid, yeah?"

"You wouldn't happed to be talking about those times I was waving my breasts at you so that you'd notice," Abby said. "I thought it was a pretty clear go-ahead signal."

Connor sort of croaked at that.

"Or do you mean on the gun range?" Stephen inquired mildly. "I thought I'd done everything but molest you out there."

"Wha'? You . . . me? What're you . . . I'm not . . . I thought . . ." Connor gaped at them as they stood, sharing exasperated looks.

They both glanced down to see that, while he was looking flummoxed, another bit of him seemed to have cottoned on a bit better. Stephen glided over. "I caught you wanking in the showers at the ARC," he said in a low voice. Connor whimpered and Abby just watched, avidly, as Stephen inquired, "I don't suppose, since it was right after that atrocious shooting lesson, that it had something to do with it?" He was running a single finger up and down Connor's arm, and the younger man seemed fixated on the movement.

Determined not to lose her shot, Abby came over, setting up on Connor's other side. "Of course, I saw you on your bed later that day I was wearing that top with the v-neck you like so much." She slipped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and putting her chin on his shoulder as she stood on her toes.

"I . . . oh . . ." Connor suddenly came back to his senses and scrambled away. "But . . . I thought . . . you and . . . both of you were . . . why me?" he demanded, suddenly plaintive. "I'm nothing special, I'm just-"

"Nice and kind and my animals all like you," Abby told him. "You're funny when you're not telling nerd jokes and you are dead sexy Connor."

"I don't have to dumb anything down for you," Stephen added. "I like that I can talk to you about anything and you understand it." He grinned as he added, "And Abby's right, you are attractive." Then, because he was like that, he took a few steps forward and kissed Connor.

Connor's mind short-circuted.

Abby spoke without thinking. "That is really hot."

The kiss broke up and Connor was goggling. Stephen looked at Abby, then at Connor, then he went back to Abby and said, "Maybe we should see if Connor has a preference."

Abby considered that a moment, then said. "Maybe. My turn, then."

"Wait . . ." Connor stuttered out. "You . . .  you're not, I mean . . . you're not both thinking that - mmph!" Abby kissed him in midsentence, and Connor's brain went away again. When the kiss broke, he became aware that Stephen had crept up behind him, and that he was now sandwiched between the pair.

"You know," Stephen said contemplatively as he walked his fingers over the front of Connor's waistcoat, making Connor shudder at the implications. "Just out of fair play," he trailed off, and Connor was suddenly trapped between Abby and Stephen as they kissed, feeling Stephen's long fingers trail over Connor's nipples through the layers of waistcoat, shirt and vest, while Abby's hands had found their way to his arse, kneading at the back.

This was so much hotter than anything he'd ever imagined or seen on the internet. Stephen and Abby were both so gorgeous, and Connor just gaped, wondering what was happening. "So, let's try this a bit more explicitly," Abby said. "Connor, we'd like to shag you silly."

"Oh," he said rather faintly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Stephen breathed into his ear.

None of the three were ever quite sure how they made it to the bed, but somehow clothes were shucked off, kisses were distributed to a variety of bits, and soon they were tangled all together on Connor's bed. WIth the kind of tandem partnership that had grown up between them, Abby and Connor tag-teamed to soon have Stephen writhing on the bed. While Abby's mouth was busy with Stephen's cock, Connor was kissing him and playing his hands over any part of Stephen he could reach. Then smoothly they switched, pausing somewhere around the bottom of Stephen's rib cage to kiss before continuing to where the other had been before.

But when Abby was finished kissing Stephen, with a nod of agreement they pulled Connor back between them, putting Connor into a whimpering state of delirium.

After a while, Abby sat back though, just to watch, and while she was taking in the show, it was her turn to get caught between two mouths and sets of hands intent on driving her mad.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Someone fuck me, I don't care who."

And they were at an impasse. Because no matter who was partnered with who, someone would be left out. Connor resolved the issue by digging into his end table and finding the small bottle of lube. He tossed it to Stephen whose eyes lit up and he grinned. "More than I'd expected," Stephen said.

Abby had sat up, saw what they were doing and crawled over to Connor, kissing him fervently. "I'm going to win every single hottest-time-you-had-sex competition on girls' nights out from now on," she declared between kisses. Connor would have responded, but Stephen had a finger crooked against his prostate and all he could do was cling to Abby. Stephen groaned himself as he tried to stay slow and calm and not just ram himself up Connor's arse. Abby's hand, which had made its way from where she and Connor were in a very amourous clinch, to wrap around Stephen's cock, that hand was not helping his concentration in the slightest.

Then Connor was as ready as he was going to be, and Abby was demanding Connor get on with things and Stephen shuddered as the tight heat surrounded him and Connor sounded the same from where he was inside Abby, who didn't seem to notice or care she was buried under the full weight of both men.

A few false starts and then first Stephen and then Connor aligned what they were doing when and it was all a delicious blur until Connor came, then Abby, then Stephen and they collapsed into a heap of very satisfied scientists.

It was Connor who spoke first. The flush of need and want that had driven them all having waned, his doubts had come rushing back. "What now?" he asked. "We can't . . . I mean, you're not . . ."

"I don't know," Stephen admitted. "But I can't regret this." He sighed, readjusting himself, reaching over Connor to lace his fingers with Abby's and pressing a kiss to Connor's sweaty shoulder.

Abby, on the far side of the trio said defiantly. "I'll tell you what. I'm going to tell all my girlfriends that you two are my harem. That's what."

Connor and Stephen exchanged glances. It didn't really resolve things, but maybe they could let it work itself out over time. "I can live with that, Mistress," Connor said with a snicker.

"There are worse fates," Stephen agreed.

Grinning at the pair, Abby said, "It's settled then. I'm in charge, everyone go to sleep."

Connor cracked first, howling, then Stephen joined him laughing. Abby gave a go at looking offended, but broke down laughing too before they finally settled down into a configuration that would let them all sleep. They'd deal with the rest in the morning.

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