Not A Fairy Tale Part 2/16
Title: Not A Fairy Tale Part 2
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter!clone
Rating: T - MA
Disclaimer: Primeval is 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.
Part 2:
"Who is Christine?"
"Pardon? How do you know that name?"
"You spoke in your sleep and said: 'You can't take it away from me, Christine.' So who is she?"
"Some government bitch. Just forget about her. But why are you snooping around in my bedroom when I'm asleep?"
"I was worried. Your sleep was restless."
"Next time ignore it. Or do I have to lock myself in to get some peace from you for once?"
The clone mumbled "Sorry" and sat down, pouting.
"Yes, I know. You're always sorry," Lester muttered. "There is food prepared in the fridge. Just heat it up in the microwave. It will probably be late before I get back today with all the trouble I've currently got at work."
"Because of Christine?"
"Cutter, I said leave it," Lester snarled in irritation. "I mean....ah, forget it. See you tonight."
"Why didn't you eat?"
"I ate a little bit but it didn't taste good so cold."
"Lord, I told you to heat it up."
"I don't know how," the clone answered, ashamed. "I'm s..."
"Don't," Lester interrupted him and ran his hand through his hair wearily. "It was my fault. I should have thought about that. I will show you tomorrow morning. Right now, I just want a shower and some decent sleep."
Lester came out of the bathroom with just a small towel around his hips, having completely forgotten he wasn't alone in his flat.
The clone stared transfixed at him as Lester hurried, blushing, into his bedroom and sat down on his bed.
"Please, just leave me alone," Lester begged tiredly when the clone walked in a moment later.
"Shhh, it's all right. I can make you feel good. Just lie down on the bed."
"Cutter, no, I..."
"Call me Nick. Come on, lie down on your belly."
"No, wait...Cu... you..., I don't think...."
"Hush, it will feel good, I promise."
Lester closed his eyes and stretched out on the bed. He was just too worn out to fight against the persistent man. Perhaps it really would help him to forget the trouble with Christine Johnson and the Prime Minister.
The clone moved over him and nuzzled his shoulder blade, his pajamas softly rubbing against Lester's sensitised skin. The soft blow of breath against his neck made James shiver and he missed the soothing weight of the clone's body when the man positioned himself between his legs.
Strong hands started to rub and knead his tightly wound shoulders until he relaxed. Then the touch changed in a gently caressing. Lester was sleeping when the clone stood up and covered him carefully with the bedcovers.
The next morning James Lester didn't know how to behave. He just mumbled a morning greeting and applied himself to the task of preparing breakfast when the clone walked into the kitchen.
"Did you sleep well?" the clone asked, tentatively, sensing the tension in his host.
Lester gave a cold laugh. "Better than I have done in weeks."
"What's the problem then? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable..."
"You shouldn't feel under obligation..."
"Haven't we established by now that I have my own will? I touched you because I wanted to. I liked making you feel good."
"Did you really?" Lester turned around and eyed him, puzzled.
The clone smirked. "Can you show me how to use the microwave, now?"
"I hate those meetings. My feet are hurting and my head is about to explode because I had to listen to the nonsense the Home Secretary was babbling for nearly two hours," Lester grumbled as he walked into his living room.
"Sit down. I can make you feel better."
"Cutt..., Nick, stand up. You don't have to kneel...
Oh my god, don't stop. That feels good," Lester groaned and the clone continued to massage his feet with enthusism.
He was already drifting into sleep as the man stumbled into his room and slipped under the cover to start touching his back under the pyjama jacket.
It was only a brief, gentle caress which lasted no more than two minutes but apparently it was enough to calm the man's jumbled mind.
As the man crept away, cautiously, the clone finally spoke: "What do you think you're doing?"
Lester froze for a moment before he quietly answered.
"I obviously didn't think at all or I wouldn't have come in here. My deepest apology for molesting you. It will not happen again."
"But I want it to happen again. You can touch me everywhere you want. I like it."
"You're just touch starved after your imprisonment and lacking any sexual experience or you wouldn't want that. I hope you can forget my lapse."
"You're wrong. I didn't like doing it with Helen," the clone whispered.
"Oh my God." Lester scrambled out of the bed and hurried into the living room.
When the clone entered the room, Lester had emptied just his first glass of brandy and was reaching for the bottle for a refill.
"Go back to bed. I will not bother you again." he said frostily.
The clone stared at him in confusion. "Why? I told you I want you to touch me and you seem to like doing it. Why are you running away now?"
"Damn it, I'll not touch something Helen has used before," Lester hissed angrily in the direction of the clone and regretted it instantly when he turned around to look at him.
The hurt look in the vivid blue eyes cut through Lester like a knife. He could only watch helplessly as the warm and affectionate look vanished and was replaced with the stony face the clone had shown the first day.
Before he could apologise the clone yelled accusingly. "I thought you would care. I had hoped you didn't just see me as just a thing. You're all alike. Only Cutter treated me like a human being."
The bang of the spare room door made the contents of his glass vibrate and Lester set the brandy glass down on the table. More alcohol wouldn't help to settle his nerves.
There was only one person who could do that, someone he had just hurt badly.
He slowly opened the door and was glad it wasn't locked. "Can I come in?"
"Why do you even ask instead of just walking in. You've made it very clear what you think of me, after all," the clone said bitterly.
"Cutter, er Nick, I didn't mean it that way. I wouldn't have gone to the trouble of taking you in if I thought of you as an object. I'm just a little beside myself at the moment. The day was hell and I had a few drinks at the reception."
"Has Christine caused you trouble again?"
Lester gave a growl. "She and a dozen other power hungry bootlickers around the Prime Minister. You would think I should be used to it by now, " he said, annoyed. "Nick, just accept my apology. It's better that we postpone this talk for a while until I've had some decent sleep. Good night."
"Do I disgust you because I let Helen touch me?" The clone's voice lacked any emotion but his intake of breath told Lester how important that question was for the man.
"I think you had hardly any choice in that matter. I'm sure she just took what she wanted.
I detest Helen Cutter, not you. And I'm sorry I behaved as though I wouldn't respect you or your privacy either."
"Prove it!"
"Pardon?"
"Prove that you don't detest me. Touch me again."
"C... Nick, . Just go back to sleep. It's better this way."
"No." With lightning speed, the clone was beside Lester, looking him in the eye.
"What are you afraid of? Why do you only come to me when you think I'm sleeping? I know you were watching me for the last two nights."
"Leave it. This can only end badly. You do know nothing about me. If you were aware of the things I've done in the past you would recoil from me."
"I know you were coming to kill me in the facility, but instead you rescued me and gave me a refuge. That's more than enough for me. Now come to bed. I will take care of you."
Lester hadn't the faintest idea why he walked into the room or let himself be stripped down to his underwear and pulled into bed by the clone. As he felt the warm, solid body against his own, he stopped thinking about his irrational reaction and just savoured the moment.
He was cocooned in the arms of the clone and lulled into sleep with tender caresses. But whilst he enjoyed the close contact, he didn't once return the clone's touches.