Primeval WIP: Actions (39/...)
Title: Actions (39/...)
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Stephen/Lyle, Abby/ Connor
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is 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.
Stephen was wiggling and groaning on the large bed as Lyle explored his body.
"Stop it, stop it! You're driving me mad," he panted and tried to push Lyle away from his ticklish side.
Jon Lyle only grinned and repeated the action, the tip of his tongue slowly drawing circles on the sensitive skin, already covered with goosebumps.
Stephen squealed and started kicking with his legs.
When Lyle finally sat back on his heels, Stephen was laughing and sobbing and gasping for breath.
Lieutenant Jon Lyle observed the younger man on his bed, smiling. The slender, toned body with its dark hair formed a beautiful contrast to the white bedclothes and Stephen's bright blue eyes were sparkling in the evening sun.
He still couldn't believe the younger man was here with him. It was the first time he had taken someone home to his flat. Usually, he preferred the anonymity of a dark corner or hotel room or just followed the other man back to his house.
But this was new and hopefully the start of a long, caring relationship.
With a devilish grin, Lyle bent down over Stephen's body. There was still so much to research and he wanted to learn every little touch which invoked these cute little noises from his lover, reminding him of the mating calls of a guinea pig.
Stephen nearly jumped from the bed as Lyle swallowed his cock all at once. Intense pleasure flooded his body and he begun babbling a litany of, "That's good, oh yeah."
His hips pushed involuntarily up into the hot cavern of Jon's mouth and Stephen whimpered in frustration as Lyle withdraw before the first waves of ecstasy could ripple through his body.
He was so close to the brink he could nearly grasp the first tendrils of bliss and desperately tried to reach his orgasm assisted by his own hands.
But Lyle captured Stephen's hands before he could touch his throbbing cock.
"I want you to come with my cock inside your arse," Lyle whispered.
The deep groan Stephen emitted made Jon whimper. That was the moment he had waited for all evening. His lover was ready to take him.
"Easy, Stephen, soon," he soothed the younger man and opened the top drawer where he kept the lube.
Stephen mewled and rolled onto his front, his cock rubbing against the linen as he pushed his arse up.
He had to come. Everything else was unimportant now and he trusted Jon to make it good for him.
Lyle scooped a generous amount of lube on his fingers and gently parted Stephen's cheeks.
The slick hand touching his hole was strange and outlandish and Stephen exhaled as the forefinger slowly invaded his body. As a second finger was inserted, it started to burn.
Lyle twisted his fingers inside his anus and Stephen's cock twitched. Now his arse was on fire just like the rest of his body.
What had previously sounded scary and strange was now the only thought in Stephen's mind. He had to feel his lover inside, he wanted to come with Jon's cock fucking him.
Suddenly Lyle shoved his fingers forwards and scraped against the hard nub on the underside, close to Stephen's cock.
The lieutenant was sure Stephen's scream must have startled the whole neighbourhood but he didn't care as the younger man pushed back on his fingers and started to utter pleas to be fucked.
Quickly he withdraw his fingers and slicked up his cock, desperate to feel this tight arse around his length.
Lyle eased inside slowly, making sure he had the right angle and shoved forwards, hitting the other man's prostate on the first try.
"Lord, that feels good," Stephen panted.
"Yeah, that's what they always say," Lyle replied, smugly.
Stephen huffed in irritation and clenched his arse cheeks, grinning with satisfaction when he heard Lyle whimper at the squeeze.
He did it again and Lyle griped his hips more firmly. "Are you sure you've never done this before? You're milking me like a pro," Jon gasped, quickly losing himself in the tight arse.
Stephen pushed against him still clenching his muscles and Lyle saw a swirl of colours before his eyes.
"Easy, Stephen, before I'm losing control," he warned the younger man.
But Stephen was deaf and blind to everything but the waves of pure delight running through every fibre in his body.
"Fuck me hard," he pleaded. "Do it!"
"You're not used to it....it's your first time," Lyle reasoned.
"Damn it, Lyle!" Stephen gasped out. "I said fuck me as hard you can. Let go of your control."
Lyle gently drew his right forefinger along one of the fine scars on Stephen's back, reassuring himself that Stephen could take it a little rough. Then he grasped his lover's hips and pushed hard.
Stephen choked at the onslaught. He had the feeling Lyle was splitting him in two.
As Lyle hit his prostate he gave a girlie squeak he would deny later. The next stroke was even harder but the pleasure was just too intense at his prostate.
Stephen tumbled into a sea of bliss and had trouble staying on his knees. All he wanted was to lie down and get some friction on his rock-hard cock.
He slumped forward onto his shoulder so he could grasp his cock but Lyle put an arm around his waist to hold him upright. Then Lyle's hand slid lower to Stephen's crotch and took him firm in his fist.
"I'm close," Lyle panted and let his thumb flicker over the wet, engorged tip of his lover's cock as he pushed deep inside him for a last time and spasmed.
Stephen howled and spurted come onto the bed.
They both sank down on the bed, completely drained and gasping for breath.
"Who would have thought the calm and peacefully Stephen Hart would be such a screamer," Lyle chuckled when he withdraw some minutes later.
Stephen blushed, glad Lyle couldn't see it in his current position.
He'd led down on the bed directly on the puddle of come he had shot there and grimaced at the wet slippery feeling on his belly.
"Ugh, I'd never thought about how messy sex between men could be."
"You don't know the half of it," Lyle snickered and sauntered off to the bathroom.
Stephen closed his eyes. He would be sore tomorrow but it had been worth it. Sex with a man was a messy and a slightly painful affair but it was also damned intense.
He'd only come so hard once before with a woman and at the time he was stoned out of his head.
He should have tried it with a man years earlier. With Lyle he didn't need a joint. The man was intoxicating enough in his own way.
"You'll not try to run away through the drain now, will you?" he called in direction of the bathroom when Jon didn't come back.
Some minutes later he felt a wet facecloth on his arse, cleaning him up thoroughly.
Stephen was impressed. He hadn't even heard Lyle's footfalls and he usually had a very sharp ear. But perhaps he was just too spent...
"Roll over to the other side. If we cuddle together you won't have to sleep on the wet spot."
With the last of his energy Stephen obeyed and Jon snuggled up to him.
"I liked it, Jon," Stephen whispered drowsily.
"Good, than you won't mind when I fuck you again next time. Except for my first time, I've always been the one who top."
"Oh," Stephen sighed in disappointment. He had hoped to slide inside Lyle firm arse himself. He really should have grasped the opportunity when Lyle had offered himself that one time at the pub.
"I usually don't like to bottom. But I think I can make an exception for you now and then," Lyle whispered when he heard Stephen's sigh.
With a contented smile Stephen Hart slipped into sleep. Nothing but the noise of even breathing filled the bedroom, moments later followed by the soft snoring of Lieutenant Jon Lyle.
"We should call Abby," Connor wailed as Nick Cutter led him into his house. "She'll worry."
"Then call her."
"But I can't just tell her over the phone why I've left her alone. And there's the possibility we're being bugged as well."
Connor shuffled with his feet. "Can you call her?"
Cutter sighed and snatched his mobile to dial Abby's number.
Before he could say something, Abby yelled into his ear. "Cutter, I hope you have a damned good reason for ruining my evening."
"I ... I needed Connor for ... an important research project," he stuttered, perplexed.
"In the middle of the night?"
"It was important. We'll explain everything tomorrow. Bye Abby."
Connor eyed him sceptically. "I don't think that did much to reassure her."
"You don't say!" Cutter huffed and started to prepare the couch for Connor to sleep on.
Lyle pinched Stephen's arse cheek. "Don't forget the bottom always has to make breakfast. Black tea, no milk and bacon and eggs for me."
"Never heard of that rule. What's about me being your guest and entitled to be pampered?" Stephen grumbled and entangled himself from the bedcovers.
"It's a personal rule." Lyle grinned. "Get used to it when if you want to stay. In my flat I make the rules."
"All right , next time we go to my flat and I decide who has to make the breakfast."
Stephen scrambled into the kitchen and banged the cupboard doors extra loudly. With a satisfied grin he listened to the annoyed moan from his lover who had tried to go back to sleep.
Connor stirred nervously in his cornflakes bowl with a spoon. "If Abby is still pissed off at me in the evening, can I sleep here again, Professor?" he asked in concern.
The yelled, "No!" from the man startled him and he looked shocked at the Professor sitting across the kitchen table.
"I've plans for tonight," Nick explained with a slight red tinge in his cheeks.
"With Lester?"
"Yeah," Cutter croaked.
"Oh!" Now Connor blushed as well. The memory of Stephen and Lyle in the shower was still fresh in his mind and he tried desperately to hold the mental picture of Nick Cutter doing the same with Lester at bay.
Both men applied their attention to their breakfast, Connor throwing an awkward glance to Nick every now and then.
Finally the concern for Lester, a man he'd learnt to value just as much as the Professor, won out.
"Do you think he will be interested in going along with your plans?" Connor asked awkwardly, feeling like the one time he'd tried to talk with his father as a teen after he had accidentally walked in on him making love with Connor's new stepmother.
"I hope so," Cutter sighed. "I miss him terribly."
Connor smiled at the open proclamation of affection. Normally Cutter was a private person and didn't like to speak to others about his feelings, at least not to Connor anyway.
And suddenly he felt closer to him than he'd ever felt to his own father. As he stood up to put his dishes in the sink Connor gripped the Professor's shoulder reassuringly.
"I think everything will be all right. He loves you. Everyone can see it. Just take it slow."
Nick looked up to him and smiled gratefully.
"Thank you, Connor. I won't rush anything if that's what you're worried about. We'll probably just sit on the couch and cuddle a bit."
Nick put the dishes in the dishwasher while Connor took a look around in the living room.
Connor's imagination was now going on the rampage. He eyed the couch he'd spent the night, dubiously, asking himself if both men had made out there in the past, just like he had done with Abby yesterday on the couch in their flat.
When the Professor announced it was time to drive to the ARC, Connor was actually glad to leave, already deciding it was better to sleep in the ARC than in the Professor's house again.
There were some things he really didn't want to know about, especially not about his surrogate parents.
Jenny Lewis was greeted by the song For Your Eyes Only, performed by Jose Carreras, as she drowsy answered the phone.
Stunned she looked at the strange number 10101010 on the display then shrugged her shoulders and happily closed her eyes to listen to the music.
It was still one of her favourite songs.
Whilst she liked the version from the original singer, she had fallen for the way the opera singer had performed the song. Back then she even had ordered the CD, "Hollywood Golden Classics", with this song and other fantastic film songs on it, but since her ex-fiance had moved out, that CD and two of her favourite books had been missing.
She knew the CD wasn't available commercially any more and she had keep a look out on ebay but her bids hadn't been successful so far.
To wake up to that song now was a wonderful way to start the day and she was thankful to whoever had done that for her.
Even when Jenny was stuck in stop-start traffic an hour later she was still smiling, much to the annoyance of the other drivers.