Primeval Fanfic: Waking Up With A Stranger
Title: Waking Up With A Stranger
Author: TalliW
Pairings:Nick Cutter/Male
Rating : M
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
A warm body under him, his head lying on a naked breast...
There had been booze, too much booze last night.
Nick Cutter pressed his cheek against the hairy breast. Wait a moment, a hairy, flat chest and not the soft hills he'd expected. Must be a man he was with this time.
It had been a while since he had been with anyone so it didn't matter much. A man was better than lying alone in a cold empty bed.
And the body under his head was definitely not cold. He radiated heat and the steady beating heart near Nick's ear was calming and made him feel alive.
He clenched his arse muscles. Nothing wrong there. He must have been the one topping this time.
He groped down with his left hand. They were both still wearing shorts. But Nick had always been shy with a male partner. The few times he spent like this back in high school he had insisted on small layers of clothes between their bodies afterwards every time.
He nuzzled his face in the crisp hair on the chest and breathed a kiss on the same spot.
He didn't even know the name of the man he'd spent the night with, and whom he'd probably fucked into the mattress. That really was a first. Too much Scotch did not have a good effect on his brain.
Slowly, he skimmed under the edge of the man's shorts and wiggled his lower body against the stranger's hip. Perhaps he could convince the guy to go for another round and leave him with some new memories.
The heartbeat beneath him got quicker and a tender, well- groomed hand started to caress his thigh.
"Morning, Cutter," he heard a familiar voice speak.
Nick scrambled back from the man he had cuddled up against, his movements slow and uncoordinated. His body still failing to cooperate properly with his mind.
Now he stared in shock at the not so unfamiliar person in the bed next to him.
"In case, you're worried... Nothing happened tonight," the man said. Then added with a gleam in his eyes, "Yet!"
When the man slowly crept closer, aroused and with purpose, Nick Cutter remembered the wise word of advice off his grandfather about not getting drunk and waking up in bed with strangers....
And now somebody's crazy idea of every male fucki... some possible candidates for that scenario:
Lester/Nick:
"You have to be barmy if you think I would let you fuck me, Lester."
"You started it, so deal with it. Just lie down and think of England, Cutter."
Letser dived forwards and landed on top of Cutter, pressing him into the mattress.
Soft lips touched his cheek.
Lester's tongue licked at the corner of his mouth and finally he nipped at Nick's bottom lip.
It felt good, really good. The man knew how to kiss.
When Lester started to kiss him in earnest and slipped his tongue inside his mouth Nick Cutter didn't mind anymore that it was the sarcastic bureaucrat he normally disliked who was shoving his shorts down and settling in between his legs.
Stephen /Nick:
"We can't do this.You've been my friend for ages. It would be a big mistake."
But Stephen shook his head. "I've finally got you where I've wanted you for years. I'll not let you out of my bed until I've fucked you properly. Just close your eyes and let me make you feel good."
When Stephen circled his hole with his tongue, Nick Cutter forgot all the reasons why that shouldn't happen and started to enjoy the ride.
Ryan/Nick:
"You can't be serious. I'll not let you fuck me with that thing." Nick Cutter pointed to the massive erection tenting Ryan's shorts and crawled backwards hastily.
But Ryan just smiled wolfishly. With preternatural speed he moved forwards and grasped Cutter's leg, drawing him closer to his body.
Nick Cutter felt the large hard cock rubbing against his hole and asked himself how he'd got into this mess. When the big cock pushed inside him he closed his eyes and thought of England.
Connor/Nick:
The big puppy eyes didn't match the predatory smile Connor was wearing right now.
Slowly he moved torwards Cutter, licking his lips with excited anticipation.
"Christ, Connor, you're my student and you're way too young for me." Cutter declared, shocked.
"Don't worry, Professor, I know what to do. I was a good student in this subject."
When Connor fondled Nick's cock through the shorts and sucked his nipple into his mouth, Nick Cutter forgot why sex with the boy was wrong and closed his eyes in bliss.
Leek/Nick:
That had to be a nightmare. He couldn't have drunk so much that he'd been willing to go to bed with Oliver Leek. Any moment now he would wake up happily in his own house.
Nick pinched himself on the cheek and swore never to touch booze again.
With Leek panting over him, Nick Cutter was still waiting for the terrible nightmare to end.
Author: TalliW
Pairings:Nick Cutter/Male
Rating : M
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
A warm body under him, his head lying on a naked breast...
There had been booze, too much booze last night.
Nick Cutter pressed his cheek against the hairy breast. Wait a moment, a hairy, flat chest and not the soft hills he'd expected. Must be a man he was with this time.
It had been a while since he had been with anyone so it didn't matter much. A man was better than lying alone in a cold empty bed.
And the body under his head was definitely not cold. He radiated heat and the steady beating heart near Nick's ear was calming and made him feel alive.
He clenched his arse muscles. Nothing wrong there. He must have been the one topping this time.
He groped down with his left hand. They were both still wearing shorts. But Nick had always been shy with a male partner. The few times he spent like this back in high school he had insisted on small layers of clothes between their bodies afterwards every time.
He nuzzled his face in the crisp hair on the chest and breathed a kiss on the same spot.
He didn't even know the name of the man he'd spent the night with, and whom he'd probably fucked into the mattress. That really was a first. Too much Scotch did not have a good effect on his brain.
Slowly, he skimmed under the edge of the man's shorts and wiggled his lower body against the stranger's hip. Perhaps he could convince the guy to go for another round and leave him with some new memories.
The heartbeat beneath him got quicker and a tender, well- groomed hand started to caress his thigh.
"Morning, Cutter," he heard a familiar voice speak.
Nick scrambled back from the man he had cuddled up against, his movements slow and uncoordinated. His body still failing to cooperate properly with his mind.
Now he stared in shock at the not so unfamiliar person in the bed next to him.
"In case, you're worried... Nothing happened tonight," the man said. Then added with a gleam in his eyes, "Yet!"
When the man slowly crept closer, aroused and with purpose, Nick Cutter remembered the wise word of advice off his grandfather about not getting drunk and waking up in bed with strangers....
And now somebody's crazy idea of every male fucki... some possible candidates for that scenario:
Lester/Nick:
"You have to be barmy if you think I would let you fuck me, Lester."
"You started it, so deal with it. Just lie down and think of England, Cutter."
Letser dived forwards and landed on top of Cutter, pressing him into the mattress.
Soft lips touched his cheek.
Lester's tongue licked at the corner of his mouth and finally he nipped at Nick's bottom lip.
It felt good, really good. The man knew how to kiss.
When Lester started to kiss him in earnest and slipped his tongue inside his mouth Nick Cutter didn't mind anymore that it was the sarcastic bureaucrat he normally disliked who was shoving his shorts down and settling in between his legs.
Stephen /Nick:
"We can't do this.You've been my friend for ages. It would be a big mistake."
But Stephen shook his head. "I've finally got you where I've wanted you for years. I'll not let you out of my bed until I've fucked you properly. Just close your eyes and let me make you feel good."
When Stephen circled his hole with his tongue, Nick Cutter forgot all the reasons why that shouldn't happen and started to enjoy the ride.
Ryan/Nick:
"You can't be serious. I'll not let you fuck me with that thing." Nick Cutter pointed to the massive erection tenting Ryan's shorts and crawled backwards hastily.
But Ryan just smiled wolfishly. With preternatural speed he moved forwards and grasped Cutter's leg, drawing him closer to his body.
Nick Cutter felt the large hard cock rubbing against his hole and asked himself how he'd got into this mess. When the big cock pushed inside him he closed his eyes and thought of England.
Connor/Nick:
The big puppy eyes didn't match the predatory smile Connor was wearing right now.
Slowly he moved torwards Cutter, licking his lips with excited anticipation.
"Christ, Connor, you're my student and you're way too young for me." Cutter declared, shocked.
"Don't worry, Professor, I know what to do. I was a good student in this subject."
When Connor fondled Nick's cock through the shorts and sucked his nipple into his mouth, Nick Cutter forgot why sex with the boy was wrong and closed his eyes in bliss.
Leek/Nick:
That had to be a nightmare. He couldn't have drunk so much that he'd been willing to go to bed with Oliver Leek. Any moment now he would wake up happily in his own house.
Nick pinched himself on the cheek and swore never to touch booze again.
With Leek panting over him, Nick Cutter was still waiting for the terrible nightmare to end.