Primeval WIP: Weekend Plans 1 (41/...)
Title: Weekend Plans 1 (41/...)
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Oliver Leek
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.
Oliver Leek eyed the green fruit in the fridge. Helen Cutter really must take him for a fool. She had come back late in the night, angry as usual and had ran off in the morning again.
The woman still thought she had everything under control and felt invulnerable with her clone army. But the last weeks had shown that everything was slowly getting out of hand.
He couldn't take a person seriously who still pined for a man she had left eight years ago of own choice.
By now, Oliver knew he was better off alone. Helen's plans weren't his. He had only needed a little back up at the start.
Oliver Leek had been a pawn in the hands of the powerful long enough. It was time to take his destiny in his own hands. Once he was Emperor of the world no one would dare to push him around anymore.
It came in handy that he had been brilliant at analytical chemistry at university. Perhaps if he hadn't stopped his studies to make a career in the Home Office he might have already got the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
It had been a big mistake to leave the scientific world. Oliver hadn't stood a ghost of a chance against arrogant sophomoric people like James Lester who had been born with a silver spoon in their mouths and their title of nobility tattooed on their arse.
Soon Sir James would pay for interfering with his promotion from the start and later sacking him like a criminal.
The chemistry set wasn't a replacement for a real lab but it would have to do. Oliver Leek sliced the fruit in two halves and carefully extracted the yellow flesh of the fruit.
Soon he would have his own minions and Helen Cutter could go to hell.
Nick Cutter was on his way to the kitchen when the mobile rang and he hurried to get it from the coffee table.
It had been late last night before James had left him and he had only had a few hours of sleep.
His breath laboured as the voice of James Lester sounded from the small device at his ear, wishing him a good morning.
"I was afraid the ringing was announcing another Anomaly." Nick answered with relief. "So James, is this a social call or do you want anything in particular?"
Nick heard the fast breathing and waited anxiously.
"Nick?" Lester asked finally.
"Yes."
"What are you wearing?"
Nick Cutter chuckled. "You've gotta be kidding."
"No, tell me! Where are you right now and what are you wearing?" Lester's voice was tinged with a slight desperation.
Cutter gulped and sank down on the couch, ready to go along with the joke.
"I'm sitting on the couch just wearing blue boxer shorts and a teeshirt. I've only just woken up."
"Which colour is the teeshirt?"
"It's just one of the white ones I usually wear to bed," Nick replied. "And you? What are you wearing?" Nick asked with a hitch at the end of the question.
"I'm sprawled across my hotel bed, flat on my back, wearing nothing but my pyjama trousers."
Nick's breath quickened as he imagined James laying half-naked on the bed.
There was a short pause, the sound of Lester's breathing the only noise over the phone line for a few seconds before he whispered,
"Since you answered the mobile, my right hand is touching my groin."
"Oh God," Nick groaned at the image before his inner eye. "Please, James don't play games with me."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called." Lester babbled, his forefinger already moving to end the call.
"No, I'm glad you called. It's just... I'm surprised. How far are you ready to go with this..."
"All the way," James hissed into the mobile.
Nick moaned again and leaned back on the couch to get into a more comfortable position.
"OK, tell me. Tell me what are you doing, James. Are you stroking your cock?"
James Lester blushed and grasped the mobile more firmly. "I'm just fondling my balls right now. And you?"
"I'm sitting on the couch, massaging my cock through the fabric. I'm imaging it's you who's doing it."
Lester swallowed a groan and deliberated what to say. "Nick, I don't know if I can do this," he confessed.
Nick's eyes softened as he heard Lester's slightly insecure voice and he let go of his cock.
"Why did you start it, James, if you aren't ready for it?" he asked.
James' stifled whimper went straight down to Cutter's crotch and he fought down a moan.
"After last night... Damn Nick, I'm aroused... badly. I've tried to masturbate... The first time in weeks. The first time since.... But I can't... It's not working. I can't... I can't come. I had hoped...," James broke off, ashamed and nervous.
"I understand, James. I'm here for you. Now switch the mobile on loud speaker and put it beside your head. You'll need both hands. Have you done it?" Nick ordered gently.
"Yes."
"Good, now close your eyes, James. I'm with you on the bed. I'm stroking your nipples. Can you feel me?"
Lester moved his hands slowly over his chest and caressed his nipples. "Yes, that's nice."
"Now move a hand down your body and slip it under the waistband."
Lester whimpered and Nick followed suit as he touched himself in the same manner.
"Draw your forefinger along the underside of your cock. Does it feel good?"
The answering groan told him enough.
"Now take yourself in your hand and slide the thumb over your tip."
"No," Lester wailed. "That's not working. I'm so hard it hurts. I need..."
"What do you need, James? I'll do everything for you."
"Nick," Lester whispered hoarser. "I want you naked on your knees."
Nick put his mobile on loud speaker and pulled off his teeshirt and boxers.
Hearing the rustling of clothing over the line, Lester struggled out of his pajama trousers and waited for Nick's answer.
"I'm on my knees on the carpet, completely naked. What should I do now, James?"
"I want... Please, can you...Wiggle your arse for me," Lester panted.
"I am, James. I'm pushing my arse up for you. And it feels so good being watched by you, knowing how much it turns you on."
Lester gasped and squeezed his cock tightly.
"Wet your finger and touch your anus," he whispered, seeing before his inner eye how Nick slid his finger into his arse.
"Oh God, James, I have to feel you inside me. I want you. Please fuck me," Cutter pleaded as he supported himself on his right arm and reached backwards with his other hand.
"Push your fingers inside as deep you can."
Nick shoved two fingers inside and savoured the feeling. "That's nice. Oh yeah."
Lester rolled on his belly and snatched the pillow to put it under his groin, imaging it was Nick he was mounting.
"Please, James. I want all of you inside."
"Nick, I'm lying on my belly, I'm on top of you, slowly pushing all the way in."
"Fuck, I can't get deep enough," Nick sounded frantic and Lester tried to find a solution in his jumbled mind.
"Have you still got the Maglite in the small cupboard by the door?" he panted.
"Yes. But what..."
"Get it!" Lester yelled.
Nick sprung up, confused, and fetched the silver-coloured Maglite LED 2-Cell AA from the cupboard.
"I've got it, James."
"Good," Lester gasped. "Now put the grip inside your arse."
The sudden silence was deafening and Lester feared Nick had cut off the call. He dug his hands in the sheets in despair and pushed his hips helplessly into the pillow.
Tears of relief welled up in his eyes as he heard the panting on the line a moment later as Nick struggled for breath.
"James, I'm doing what you said. I'm shoving it in." Cutter wheezed. "It's... it's in, all the way. Christ, you feel so goooood..."
Lester came with a guttural cry, tears streaming down his face and his hips were bumping into the pillow long after his cock had gone limp.
"James, are you alright?" Nick asked, still a little breathless, into the mobile, some minutes later.
"I'm covered in sweat and I'm trembling," Lester replied, exhausted. "But that was worth it. Thank you, Nick."
"My pleasure."
Lester chuckled.
Grinning, Nick Cutter shook his head "Lord, the things I do for you, James. Yesterday I was wearing a suit and now I'm kneeling in my living room with a Maglite in my arse and a mess on my carpet."
"I didn't tell you to make a mess on your carpet," Lester snickered. "And because of you I've messed my pillow."
"That must be a powerful load, shooting straight through the mattress and upwards again." Nick giggled and removed the flash light from his anus.
Lester huffed in irritation. "I was humping it, you dork, whilst I was visualizing it was your arse."
"Hey, my arse isn't so squashy," Cutter declared, still grinning. "Are you feeling better now, James?"
"I'm so worn out I could go back to sleep immediately."
"Good idea. Me too. Sleep well, James."
Nick Cutter staggered into his bedroom, leaving behind a silver-coloured Maglite ED 2-Cell and a puddle of come on the carpet.