Primeval WIP: Washing (13/...)
Title: Washing (13/...)
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun. So don't bother me.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Nick Cutter flipped through some papers on his desk. He hadn't been in his office on the campus for a while.
Most of the time he was out chasing real dinosaurs now instead of theorising about bones millions of years old.
Nick looked around. The room needed a clean and perhaps he should put up some pictures again. Pictures always seemed to make an office friendlier.
Grinning, Nick wondered if he could get a picture of James, naked, to put on his desk. He wouldn't get any work done here with such a distraction but it would certainly scare the annoying students away. And that was always a good thing.
Thinking about Lester reminded him of the previous night. It had been a hell of a ride, that was for sure. And he had enjoyed it most of the time.
Nick still didn't know what had bothered his lover yesterday but he knew James would tell him soon. They always talked about the important things.
He looked up as the door opened and his assistant walked in, quickly.
Without any greeting, Stephen Hart came straight to the point: "I think I saw Helen yesterday, outside the ARC, talking with someone. It could have been Lester. Maybe they're working together."
"Lester is in charge of the ARC. He'd like to get his hands on Helen and throw her in a cell. He wouldn't be planning something with her.
Are you sure it was really Helen?"
"You don't often see her sort of dress sense around here. So yes, I'm pretty sure."
Nick continued to look skeptical. "And what about the person who was with her?"
"Long and lean, with dark hair, wearing a business suit and standing in front of the ARC. I was too far away to see their faces or understand what they were talking about, but it seemed to be a rather friendly talk."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Your description applies to a dozen other Home office people who go in and out of the ARC on a daily basis. Perhaps one of them was meeting a new girlfriend.
And I'm sure you're wrong. Lester wouldn't touch Helen with a hot stick. He despises her."
Stephen scowled. "How do you know what's going on inside the mind of a bureaucrat? He and the government could have their own agenda."
"Damn it, Stephen, Lester is not the enemy!" Nick yelled.
Stephen's eyes narrowed. He had never seen the man defending someone so intensely. Not even Helen. In the past he'd only got agitated about new theories or findings and mostly just lived in his own little world.
Stephen had the feeling that a totally new Nick Cutter was standing in front of him and he didn't know if that was such a good thing.
Even though Nick didn't believe Lester would betray them, Stephen decided to keep an eye on the elusive Home Office employee. 'Better safe than sorry,' he thought.
There were no more sightings of prehistoric animals the next day and, actually they had no Anomalies either for a whole week.
The people in the ARC breathed a sigh of relief.
Lester was confident Helen had stopped her games and that he had everything under control again.
He was still debating if he should tell Nick about his encounter with Helen, but his immediate boss had been very strict about non-disclosure.
On Tuesday at midday, the Detector signaled an Anomaly in a clay quarry near St. Austell in Cornwall. The rest of the day was mostly spent running away and hiding from a group of Stegoceras.
The two metre long animals from the family of the Pachycephalosauria, meaning 'thick headed lizards' in Greek, showed them they really did have a thick head. A couple of times they stormed against the equipment and cars, chased people and ran around like headless chickens.
The team, including Lester, had to find shelter from the short-tempered animals in the clay pits on several occasions. Now their clothes, skin and hair were looking rather grey.
Only Jenny had been smart enough to stay in the car, waiting until the Stegoceras had finished their attack. The car was solid and the dinosaurs were not that big, after all.
Finally, the Stegoceras were worn out and the team managed to capture them relatively easily. But not without a last attempt from a strong male to break free, which resulted in some nice bruises for Lester and Stephen.
Wearily, Cutter and Lester went home.
"If we take a shower together we could be in bed quicker," Nick suggested and stretched his sore muscles.
Lester was not sure that would be true but the image of a wet naked Nick was most convincing.
In the shower, the clay dust was flushed away by the hot water in long grey rivulets.
Lester took a washcloth, soaped it up and cleaned Nick efficiently from head to toe.
After James was sure his lover was clean again, he went down on his knees in front of Nick and bowed his head towards its groin.
"James, you don't have to..." Nick told him, wide-eyed.
James scraped his fingers over the silk soft skin of Nick's half-erect penis, drawing it down the pulsing vein and then pulling back the foreskin
Nick shivered as Lester puffed faintly on his exposed cock-head.
"Still want me to stop?" Lester asked, wickedly.
Before Nick could answer all his blood flowed down into his cock as Lester took him fully into his mouth.
Cutter could tell the man had never given a blowjob before but his lack of experience was made up for by his enthusiasm.
Nick couldn't resist pushing forward into the hot wet mouth engulfing him. Lester gagged slightly but didn't draw back.
As Lester started to knead his arse cheeks whilst swirling his tongue around the head of his cock, Nick came with a hoarse cry.
Only when the last aftershocks were ebbing away did Lester let him slip out of his mouth as he moved into a crouching position.
Nick looked down to the man in front of him. A feeling of love flowed through him at the sight of James, crouched on his heels, hair wet and spiky, and semen dripping down his chin.
"James, next time, don't try to swallow, just spit," he told him and ruffled his hair.
"MMhOK," mumbled Lester and did exactly that.
"I don't like the taste anyway," he whispered. "It's too spicy."
Nick went down on his knees and drew James in close for a kiss. He could taste himself on the other man's mouth.
"You're right. It tastes spicy. The Kung Po Chicken I had for lunch had a tad too much pepper today."
Both men chuckled.
"Come on, James, stand up! We still have to wash you."
Nick Cutter let his soapy hands roam over the body of the man standing next to him.
His fingers deftly brushed Lester's penis and gently touched the soft sac underneath.
He smiled as James' cock filled with blood and rose up. Slowly, Nick took a nipple in his mouth and started to suck whilst stroking James cock quickly up and down.
It didn't take long for James to reach his peak, splattering them both with spunk.
"Look at you, James. You're a really messy boy. Now I've got to start again."
"Don't know if I'm up for another go," James replied, sated.
"Just let me take care of you. I'll you clean up properly."
Nick Cutter watched as the shower washed away the remains of James' orgasm.
Lester leaned against the wall, spent, trying to keep upright.
Nick grabbed a washcloth and started to clean him up. After he had finished the washing Nick slowly led Lester out of the shower, sat him on the loo and started to rub him dry with a fluffy towel.
"If I'd known you would be so compliant after sex I would have jerked you off in the office right from the start," Nick told him. "And I would have liked to have seen Leek's face at that," he added.
"You have a wicked mind, Cutter."
"I know. That's what makes sex with me so good."
Lester chuckled and closed his eyes, drained.
"Hey, James, try to stay awake here until I've dried you and tucked you up in bed."
"Yes, master!" Lester mumbled.
Nick kissed him briefly on the mouth. "I'm not your master, I'm your lover."
"Sounds good to me too." Lester smiled up at Nick sleepily.
After Cutter had tucked him into bed, James wiggled his body against his lover and slipped into a restful sleep.
Nick enjoyed their closeness and watched his lover sleep. Gently, he stroked James' still-damp hair and kissed him on the small bruise on his shoulder.
"James Lester, I think I'm in love with you," he whispered, then he closed his eyes, in contentment.