Primeval Fanfic: Tuesdays in the Storage Room
Title: Tuesdays in the Storage Room
Author: TalliW
Characters: James Lester/Danny Quinn
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is 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.
AN: Written for the Primeval Denial prompt meme. Odegg wanted bloodplay! Danny/anyone and Curia Regis bloodplay! Lester/Danny.
Checking the area a final time for possible onlookers Danny Quinn slipped into the small room and sat down on the old desk.
The arrangement suited him just fine. Every second Tuesday they met in the storage room between stacks of papers, a discarded copying machine and some computer hardware.
Currently it was one of the few rooms not under surveillance despite Becker's suggestion of monitoring the store rooms as well.
Luckily, Connor and Sarah had managed to point out the advantages of unwatched areas to the over-zealous guy in a special session and thankfully the topic had finally been dropped.
Danny Quinn really was not eager to have his Tuesday evening activities on video for everyone to see. And Lester would probably kill him anyway if that happened.
Danny sighed and consulted his watch. His playmate was late as usual.The first few times he'd assumed the man had just had a busy day with lots of paperwork to finish but by now he suspected Lester did keep him waiting on purpose, knowing an irritated Danny was also a horny Danny, ready to play along with the kinky games Lester came up with as long as he got fucked in the end.
As the door opened cautiously Danny was curious what Lester had in mind this time.
Althought the things he wanted to try often bordered on morbid, and were definitely not things you found in a normal sex manual, he had enjoyed the encounters every time.
Even the one time Lester had buckled a belt around Danny's neck and slowly tightened it whilst he fucked him roughly had been fun. The increasing pressure on his throat, pinching off his windpipe, had made him come so hard he'd sprayed the whole photocopier.
Of course cleaning up the damn thing afterwards under Lester's supervision until it was as spotless as before had spoiled the experience a little but he still got hard when he fastened the belt on his trousers every morning.
However, the shiny blade in Lester's hand now sent a shiver of fear through Danny's body, oddly pumping blood to his cock at the same time his heartbeat increased.
A brief glimpse in Lester's eyes dispelled his concerns. Lester wasn't a murdering lunatic out for his blood.
Some minutes later, Danny had changed his opinion. Lester was lunatic and out for his blood. He just didn't intend to kill him, he only wanted to fuck him.
'If I ever wanted the evidence how madly I am, I've got it now,' Danny Quinn thought. Agreeing to this proposal had surely been the craziest thing he'd ever done in his life.
Now he stood naked in front of Lester, who was still full clothed, and shivered in anticipation.
The tip of the blade slid along his hip, nicking it faintly. Then the knife was gently drawn along his hardened cock with the blunt side.
Danny Quinn was panting heavily before the blade had even reached his balls. This was dangerous,this was hot, this was fucking fantastic.
He knew if Lester didn't start soon with the real fucking he would most probably shoot his load all by himself.
Happily, Danny obeyed as Lester turned him around and put his hands on the copying photocopier. He heard the rustle of clothes and felt soft lips on his shoulder. Suddenly an intense pain fired through his body and took his breath away.
'Holy shit, the bureaucratic fuck was actually cutting him, carving his skin like a tree trunk,' Danny realised and winced as the blade pierced his skin again a moment later.
After some minutes the sharp pain had dulled to a throbbing ache. The sickening smell of blood was now filling the room and Danny felt his blood slowly trickling down his own back.
"Lube yourself," Lester ordered and Danny spat on his hand and fingered his hole. He had barely got two fingers inside as Lester pushed his hand away and drove his cock inside.
Danny whimpered as the cock hammered against his prostate and pushed backwards greedily.
The hot tongue on his shoulder, licking the blood away made him cry out in delight. The thought of Lester drinking that blood was so weird it brought him immediately to the brink. Biting his lips to hold another cry inside, Danny came all over the photocopier.
Some strokes later Lester howled at the same time as the Anomaly detector and released his semen into Danny's arse.
Danny grinned as he swiftly slipped into his clothes and ran out of the room. This time Lester could clean up the copier by himself...
Some hours later, after the team had chased an unfriendly pack of Deinonychus back into the Early Cretaceous, Danny Quinn had totally forgotten about the little drawing his fuck buddy had engraved on his shoulder. Thanks to the dinosaurs his whole body was aching now.
But the snickering from Connor and Becker in the locker room reminded him quickly that something had to be seriously wrong.
With growing trepidation, he hurried to the mirror and turned his right shoulder to the plate glass, reading in horror back to front what was now carved on his back.
There was no way he could go to the pool in the next few months. He certainly wouldn't want to show off the big heart on his right shoulder blade with the inscription, "Lester fucks Danny".