Primeval Fanfic: Stephen Strikes Back
Title: Stephen Strikes Back
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Nick/Stephen
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
Nick knew Stephen was evil. Not just nasty or cruel, no, he was downright evil. Something he must have picked up from Helen. Nothing else would explain Stephen's behaviour lately.
First, Stephen had sulked and swallowed all the blame Nick had laid on him after Helen's charming revelation. But two weeks later, after several attempts to apologise, which Nick had brusquely refused to hear out, Stephen had started to fight back. And he fought dirty, using all the tricks he knew which would get a raise out of Cutter.
And rise Nick certainly did. He was now painful hard all the time when Stephen was around, playing his games.
Stephen had just grinned the first time Nick had forgone his tight jeans in favour of baggy cargo-pants after running around half a day with an erection and the worst sort of blue balls he had ever had in his life.
His attempt to speak with Stephen about his lurid behaviour had been met with stoic silence. Stephen had checked his fingernails and ignored him until Cutter had angrily stalked away.
It hadn't helped that Connor had shared a conspiratorial wink with Abby when he had passed them, and that even the corner of Lester's mouth had quirked in amusement.
By now he wasn't just angry with Stephen, he was pissed off with the others as well.
Abby and Connor, who had teamed up with Stephen, Jenny Lewis who tried to have some sort of man to man talk with him despite her gender and Lester who hadn't objected to Stephen's sitting in a meeting with a half-open shirt, playing with his nipple ring.
Nick hadn't even known Stephen had a nipple piercing and now he couldn't get that thought out of his head.
Frustrated, Nick Cutter dodged the corridor leading to Jenny Lewis' office to avoid another 'Told you so'-look and marched right up the stairs into the toilet on the third floor.
He knew that floor was rarely used and he would in all likelihood find somewhere quiet to finish his business without someone interrupting him with distracting noises.
Today, of all days, someone else felt inclined to use that toilet. Cutter cursed under his breath as he heard someone walk into the toilet at the exact moment he had pulled out his cock in the cubicle.
A zipper was pulled down and Nick waited for the obligatory sound of pissing. He was shocked as he heard a soft groan instead. A hissed "Oh, yeees," followed.
The sound went straight down to Nick's groin and he closed his fingers around his cock. A gasp and another groan and Nick was rock hard.
Knowing another man was jerking off on the other side of the door, so desperate he hadn't even the modesty to hide in a stall, was exhilarating and scaring all at once.
Nick squeezed his cock and jammed his fist against his mouth to muffle his noises. He didn't want to scare the other man away.
Softly rocking backwards and forwards with his hips and pushing into his own hand, Nick imagined that it was the tight arse of a handsome man with auburn hair he was fucking. He sighed in annoyance when that image changed into the lean figure of Stephen Hart but Nick was already too far gone to stop.
He came to the exciting groan of the other man, and the image of Stephen bent over his desk with his naked arse invitingly in the air. Biting hard down onto his fist to suppress his cry, Nick Cutter spilled himself over his hand.
"I hope that has been helpful," Stephen Hart said nonchalantly, from outside the stall door, and left the lavatory. Nick pressed his head against the stall door, still panting for breath and cursed.
At the same time Nick had started to wear lose fitting clothes, Stephen had changed his attire too. Nick had never noticed Stephen's clothing style much before but since Stephen wore tight fitting trousers he wished for the return of the baggy things the younger man had preferred in the past.
Nick Cutter knew Stephen just wanted to provoke him and show him he wasn't so sacrosanct either. But at least Stephen had deserved to be treated meanly after what he had done.
Nick had trusted him, with everything. Now he wished he hadn't revealed just so much to him, especially not that he liked both women and men.
The outfit Stephen had chosen today had caused Abby to wolf-whistle and Nick was afraid to look up when Stephen walked into his office. He was sure it had to be bad.
Nick sighed quietly. How had it come to this? Stephen had been his assistant and friend. Nick had always seen him as forbidden territory and had not even dared to fantasise about him. As far he knew, Stephen wasn't interested in men anyway.
Unfortunately Helen hadn't had the same high ethical code as Nick and now Nick couldn't stop wondering how Stephen looked sprawled out of the bed, naked with an enormous erection, waiting to be claimed.
"Morning, Cutter. Here are the papers you needed me to sign," Stephen declared. But Nick had no eyes for the papers. His look was drawn to the black leather trousers, snuggling Stephen's hips and legs like a second skin.
Stephen grinned triumphantly when Cutter's eyes wandered up to his white, half-open shirt, covered with his old black leather jacket and stopped on the small patch of hair peeking out of the gap.
He turned around and deliberately pushed against the pen holder. The pens splattered down to the ground and the noise startled Nick out of his trance.
"Oops! Sorry!" Stephen said but his expression indicated he wasn't sorry at all. Slowly he bent down to retrieve the pens and his leather jacket rode up, revealing a naked arse.
Cutter groaned silently. What would be next? A pair of crotchless latex trousers?
Stephen took his time collecting the pens and Nick needed all of his will power to withstand the temptation to put his hands on Stephen's firm arse cheeks and push his arching dick between the inviting cleft.
Nick averted his eyes and flipped through the papers but he couldn't resist watching Stephen out of the corner of his eye, as he had now started to wiggle his naked arse as well.
Finally it was too much to take. Nick sprung up as if stung by an adder and nearly toppled over Stephen. "Excuse me!" he squeaked and hurried, hunched over, out of the office.
Stephen whistled happily and quickly gathered the rest of the pens together.
The next day Nick didn't bother to show up at the ARC. He reasoned that Connor would call him if an Anomaly came up anyway.
He'd had enough of Stephen's games and had decided to go to the university instead. The Dean had been happy as he had promised he would fill in for the sick Dr. Benson and give a lecture for the freshers.
Nick had expected a bunch of nervous young people, taking a place in the last few rows and a couple of enthusiastic girls sitting down in the middle and making sheep's eyes at him. What he hadn't expected was Stephen Hart sitting in the first row left, a faint smile on his lips and a wild glint in his eyes.
Nick Cutter prayed that Stephen would behave, just this once. But if a God existed, it seemed he was too occupied to listen to Cutter's pleading.
When Nick started his lecture Stephen put his hand on the crotch of his impossibly tight black jeans and gripped his balls.
Nick managed to give a general overview oft the different topics the lectures would cover during the term without peering over to Stephen.
He moved on to explain some areas of the field with the help of slides and made the mistake of glancing through the lecture hall and getting caught on the lonely figure to his left.
As if Stephen had been waiting for this moment all the time, he opened his zipper quickly and took his cock out.
Cutter gulped and stumbled over his next few words.
Stephen was stroking his cock with deliberate slowness from tip to root, his smile never faltering and his eyes sparkling, challenging him.
No one else noticed what was going on in the first row. The students scribbled enthusiastically in their notepads, hung on Cutter's words or dozed a little, still tired from the welcome party. No one suspected Stephen Hart was jerking off, under the watchful eye of the professor, in the middle of a lecture.
Nick was nearly drilling a hole into his pants by now. Thank God for small mercies he had chosen cargo-pants this morning.
The next slide was shown and Nick tried to concentrate on his lecture. He turned demonstratively away from Stephen and started to explain the basics of general evolutionary theory, all the time clearly aware that Stephen still fondled his cock whilst he was talking.
Nick Cutter didn't know how he managed to get through the rest of the lecture. He couldn't even remember the topic of the lecture anymore. With burning eyes, Nick watched the students file out of the lecture hall, praying no one planned to stay behind to ask some questions.
The door had barely snapped shut behind the last student when Nick raced down to Stephen, who still sat at his place, properly zipped up now and smiling innocently as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
"What the hell do you want, Stephen?" he yelled and dragged Stephen up from his seat. "Do you want to ruin my reputation and drive me mad? Congratulations, you've nearly accomplished your goal today," he panted.
Stephen looked him deep in the eye and began to open his trousers under Nick's confused look. His cock sprang free, when he pushed his jeans down, still hard and ready. "I didn't want to finish without you," Stephen smirked and turned around, presenting his arse to Nick.
Dumbfounded Nick stared at Stephen's naked arse then fumbled for his own zipper, nearly crazy with lust. Stephen braced his hands on the backrest of the seat as Nick's finger dug roughly into his hips.
A bolt of ecstasy shot through Nick's body as as he plunged between the firm cheeks, wanting to punish Stephen just as much as he wanted to claim him.
When he slid into the snug channel Nick realised the little devil was prepared. Stephen's arsehole was well lubricated and opened easily as he pressed in.
"Finally!" Stephen sighed. "I knew you would come around eventually if I pushed your buttons long enough. Does that also mean I'm forgiven?"
Nick Cutter just buried himself deeper into Stephen's arse...