Primeval WIP: Twilight Zone (36/...)
Title: Twilight Zone (36/...)
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Stephen/Lyle, Abby/Connor, Jenny Lewis
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Lyle belongs to Fredbassett.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Nick Cutter pulled out his mobile and pushed speed dial. His old friend answered instantly.
"Stephen, we can cancel the action in the park. Helen showed up here in the car park. I'll come back."
Stephen received him with the question: "Did you get the information you wanted?"
"Some of it. It seems she doesn't know of an antidote either and she's been affected by the drug too."
"Than she must have it as bad as you."
"No, the impact on her is more similar to Connor's reaction. I didn't make love with her after her she came back, Stephen, so the link never strengthened."
"Thank God, you weren't as daft as me. Uh sorry, Nick, that sounded...that's not what I wanted to say," Stephen stuttered, sheepishly. "She is, er was your wife. It would have been understandable if you'd gone to bed with her. I'm just glad it didn't happen.
If that is what you get from a slightly obsessed Helen then I don't want to imagine how bad it would have been if you had slept with her."
"Well, when I consider what she has done already, I guess she would have killed everyone in her way if that had happened."
Nick Cutter cast a worried glance in direction of Lester's office then frowned as he watched Connor approaching the room the civil servant occupied.
Stephen followed his friend's look and said soothingly: "Nick, he just wants to talk with him. Connor certainly isn't interested in Lester. He fancies Abby."
"I know that. I'm not jealous. I'm just asking myself what they're talk about. Connor worked on something the evening we drank the coffee but he was rather secretive about it. Before my life went to hell through the drug, Lester promised me to keep me informed of everything that's going on."
Nick sighed in disappointment. "But I think that has changed now too."
"Don't assume, Nick. Better ask him."
"Doing the relationship counselling again, Stephen?"
The dark-haired man snorted. "I could do with some counselling myself."
"So, the arse wiggling didn't help with Lyle?"
Stephen huffed. "I got my first manly kiss, some groping and a hot snogging session with him before I drifted off into sleep. The next day I woke up alone and later on I was on the receiving end of a speech about staying friends and colleague . So, I'd say the arse wiggling wasn't as successful as I'd hoped."
"Wow, then you got more than I got from Lester at the start. We didn't even kiss for weeks after he'd moved in with me."
"At last he didn't just vanish in the middle of the night or give you a speech. Hell, I've delivered this 'Let's just be friends' nonsense often enough to others but I never realised how terrible it sounds if you get it yourself."
"But he was interested and willing at first, was he?"
When Stephen nodded, Nick looked his friend in the eyes in earnest. "Then don't give up, Stephen. Some things are worth the wait."
"Lester said something similar to me yesterday. I just I hope I'll not waiting in vain."
"Ah, that was the topic you were talking about when I stepped in?"
"You weren't really jealous? Damn it Nick, you nearly scared the shit out of me."
Cutter just grinned. "Ditzy gave me some medication. I'm now able to cope with the jealousy so long as it's unfounded."
Stephen could hear the slight warning tone in Cutter's voice and decided he should speak with his team members so Cutter wouldn't have reason to get green-eyed.
"Stephen, you didn't really wiggle your arse in front of him, did you?"
"Of course not. We got drunk in a pub like real men."
Nick Cutter smirked. "OK. I was just asking. It could work through. A nice arse is always a huge turn on."
"Does it work for you and Lester?" Stephen asked with interest.
A faint blush painted Cutter's face. "Uhuh, it did work in the past, most certainly."
While Cutter observed Lester and Connor in the office, Stephen stretched his arms over his head and wiggled his arse.
"Mmh, perhaps I should do something about my fitness. Gym?" he asked his friend, but Nick shook his head.
"Count me out. I've got to write the report about the Moschops that Lester's been waiting for."
"Slacker! A workout would do you good. You said yourself, a firm arse is always well liked and a flat belly isn't bad either."
"Lester liked me the way I was just fine," Cutter huffed.
"You mean grumpy, unshaven and with a paunch?" Stephen teased and hurried away before Nick could give him a kick in the ribs.
Connor was in a shambles.
First he'd got high praise from Lester about his Anomaly theory and now Abby had touched him for the fourth time in a row.
And the touch hadn't been just in a friendly way so far as he could tell. He usually didn't get much regard from Abby and that Lester had payed him tribute was absolutely extraordinary.
There, she had done it again. Gently touching his arm and caressing his skin with her thumb for a moment.
It was disguised rather than a way to get his attention, but calling his name like she used to do normally would have had the same effect.
And then there was her smile, directed at him and so radiant it was almost blinding.
Connor gulped. His mouth was suddenly so dry like he had run a marathon across a desert. And he didn't ever run marathons nor had he ever been in a desert.
He missed Jenny words entirely and looked confused when she asked him for his opinion.
Abby snickered and winked at him in such a provocative way that his blood shot southward instantly and then found its way north to colour his face red.
There shouldn't be enough blood to do both in the same moment but Connor felt his trousers getting tight in the crotch area and he was glad he had decided to wear loose fitting slacks today.
"I... er, have to go...to...toilet. Yeah, toilet," Connor stuttered and ran away like he was being chased by a terror bird.
Abby and Jenny shared an amused look.
"You should take it easy on him or he'll have a heart attack before the day is over."
Abby smirked: "I've tried slow and easy. The subtle way isn't working with Connor. Now I'm going for the direct approach." Then she added proudly, "With more success."
The hand-to-hand combat training with his men had been trying. Jetrow and the young Privates had kept him on his toes.
Babyface's fast reaction had been impressive and had thrown him for a loop. Private Fergusson and the others weren't bad either.
Jon Lyle rubbed his aching shoulder in satisfaction. The soldiers had all proved again that they belonged in an elite team.
Next time they would carry out some collective training with the science team so he could be sure his men were at their best.
Stephen walked into the locker room, his body slick with sweat after a heavy workout in the gym.
He only wanted a shower and a cold soft drink afterwards.
It was time to get a shower. He reeked of sweat and Jenny Lewis had already wrinkled her nose as he'd passed her. With firm steps, Jon Lyle sauntered into the shower room and then came to a frozen halt.
With wide eyes he stared at the picture before him. Stephen naked and wet, his eyes closed and his face turned up to the shower head.
The water was cascading down his shoulders and chest and Lyle followed its path down, mesmerised, finally stopping on the other man's arse.
Lord, the guy was gorgeous. Seeing him completely naked and relaxed made an even bigger difference.
Now the fine scars on Hart's back made him looking adventurous, a man who liked to take risk and play with fire. Lyle couldn't take his eyes of him.
He wanted to caress the scars and lick the water droplets from his skin.
Suddenly Stephen constricted his arse muscles and Lyle nearly fainted at the sight.
A deep groan escaped his throat as Stephen stretched his arms over his head and started to rotate his hips.
When he finally turned around to Lyle and observed the Lieutenant from head to toe with burning eyes, the soldier was full erect.
Stephen felt arousal soar at the view, filling his cock with blood as he watched, fascinated by the way Lyle's cockhead was getting even larger.
"Lyle, is that a sign?" he croaked, hoarsely.
Instead of answering him. Lyle acted fast. He stepped closer and started to roam his hands hungrily over Stephen's body, only to be stopped by strong hands pushing him powerfully against the wall.
"You damned idiot. Why did you make it so complicated in the first place? Never play games with me again, do you understand?" Stephen hissed and rubbed his hips against the other man.
Lyle was unable to respond properly. The water was still cascading down to the ground but his throat was dry.
He only managed a weak nod but it was enough for Stephen.
Their mouths met and Lyle drunk thirstily from the other man's lips whilst he grasped Stephen's firm buttocks and drew him closer, needing to feel the strong muscles move under his hands and the wet skin slide against him.
The need for air finally forced them apart and both men were panting heavily.
The soldier could feel the hot breath wash over his sensitive skin, giving him goosebumps on his back and he realized he was trembling.
Jon Lyle had been with many men in the past but he had never felt like this.
He had always been the one in charge, taking what he needed without emotional attachment. Now he was quickly spiraling out of control and he didn't even mind.
Connor Temple cursed. Couldn't he get ten minutes by himself without someone disturbing him in the lavatory?
It wasn't very helpful to hear another man taking a piss while he was trying to jerk off.
Now someone stepped into the loo cubicle next to him and Connor gave finally up.
He couldn't go back to Abby in this condition. So a cold shower was in order. And perhaps he could finish his business there.
Connor heard a faint moan. It seemed someone was in pain and needed his help.
Determinedly, he followed the noise and stared shocked at the two naked mean humping each other.
With big eyes he fled the shower room, his erection waning quickly, all the time uttering under his breath. "Oh God, I didn't see that."
Jetrow saw the young man running out like mad and checked for himself what had scared him. The groaned "Stephen" told him enough.
With a grin he got a writing pad and scribbled a message on a sheet of paper which he tacked to the locker room door.
"Oh God, you feel so good." Stephen trailed a finger down Lyle's hips and took a nipple in his mouth.
The lieutenant sighed deeply when his team leader started to suck hard.
Stephen was shivering with need and the taste of sweat on Lyle's skin turned him on even more.
He licked and kissed the muscular chest, desperate to taste more of him.
Panting with arousal, Jon watched under half-closed lids how Stephen cleaned all traces of sweat from his upper body and slowly moved towards the dark patch of hair below his navel leading down to his groin.
He wanted nothing more than to fuck that lovely mouth or bury himself deeply into that fine arse.
But this wasn't the right place for that. Every moment someone could walk in and it would come to an awkward situation.
With his last bit of common sense, he tried to stop Stephen before he could reach his destination.
"Not here, Stephen. Later," he moaned and nearly lost it when Stephen trust his tongue into his belly button.
"Damn it, Hart. Stop driving me crazy." Lyle fisted his hands in the wet strands of dark hair and pulled the man up. "I said, not here."
Stephen stared at him, his face flushed and his eyes dilated. His pleading look nearly broke Lyle's resolve. He wanted it as much as Stephen.
His hand wandered purposefully to Stephen's groin and he closed his fist around the stiff organ.
Stephen instantly did the same with Lyle's cock and with practiced movements they brought each other to the brink.
Lyle came first, splashing his semen on the body in front of him. When the hot goo hit his skin Stephen groaned and squirted in short spurts onto Lyle.
"Now I need another shower," Stephen smirked and touched the semen on Jon's belly with his palm before he rubbed his body against him, mixing their come together.
With a sheepish look, Lyle tore off the "out of order" message on the locker room door and crumpled it up in his hand.
The forceful flourish at the letters "O" and "R" told him who had written it.
'There's nothing like a good friend who helps in time of need,' Lyle thought and smiled thankfully at the Staff Sergeant, who was leaning against the wall, standing guard, some metres down the corridor with a broad grin on his face.
Jetrow and the lieutenant were gone when Stephen Hart exited the locker room, cautiously peering to the right and left, hoping no one would pass him on his way to his office.
He felt different, like a completely new person. Surely everyone could see this and reach conclusions about what he'd just been doing.
A flush spread over his face and neck at the thought.
Jesus, he'd had sex with a man in a freely accessible shower room at work. That was definitely a first.
Connor Temple sat in the staff canteen, nursing a coke and wishing it was something stronger to get rid of the vivid image in his mind.
He wasn't sure he could ever look Stephen or Lyle in the eyes without blushing.
With all that had happened today at the ARC he felt like he'd been transported into some sort of Twilight zone.
All the people around him had behaved rather strangely today.
Hopefully the remaining hours at work would elapse without further excitement before he went mental.