Primeval WIP: Nightmares And Happy Places (48/...)
Title: (48/...) Nightmares And Happy Places
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Stephen/Lyle, Abby/ Connor, 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.
For earlier chapters look at my Masterlist
Lyle managed to stagger out of the taxi all by himself, and up to Stephen's flat. The taxi driver looked after him with a shake of his head, glad that the drunk hadn't been sick in his car. He still waited until the man had reached the last step and leaned against the front door before he drove away.
Lyle tried to push the doorbell but every time the button seem to move away from his finger. Finally, he had enough of the silly games the house was playing with him. With his palm, he banged on the doorbell and kept the button pushed down. That whould teach the house not to mess with a Special Forces soldier.
The door was opened forcefully and Lyle lost his balance. He would have toppled over if Stephen hadn't caught him.
"Hi, honey," Lyle slurred against Stephen's neck. Stephen just pulled a face as the heavy smell of alcohol hit his nose.
"You were a bad boy," Lyle whispered drunkenly. "But I forgive you."
Lyle's words made no sense to Stephen so he just ignored them. He was busy enough with steering Lyle into his bedroom.
Lyle was suddenly clinging to him like an octopus. His lips were firmly attached to Stephen's neck and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. That made every single step difficult and it took a while before they reached the bedroom.
Lyle grinned at the sight of the bed. "Oh yesss, you know what I like," he hissed. "Now give me a kiss, sweetie. Then I'm going to fuck you into the mattress."
He grasped Stephen's head between his hands and gave him a sloppy kiss, missing his aim about few centimetre and pressing his mouth against Stephen's nose.
The bed was already prepared for the night, the bedcovers pulled back invitingly. Lyle pushed Stephen forwards and together they tumbled onto the bed with Lyle on top.
Stephen was not in the mood for sex with a drunk, and quickly rolled them around. Lyle's back had barely touched the bed before he passed out and started to snore.
Stephen stared, dumbfounded, at the sleeper and raised himself up from Lyle's body. Lyle didn't even stir. Carefully, he removed Lyle's shoes and socks and pulled the blanket over him. Then he settled down for the night beside his drunken lover, secure in the knowledge that a hell of a talk was in store for the following morning.
"That's for my sweetie. Tastes fine, Ruby, doesn't it?" Leek grinned with satisfaction as the leader of the velociraptor pack snatched the meat from his fingers. Soon he would visit an old acquaintance with his nice pets.
Happily chewing on a banana, Oliver Leek walked over to his couch and plopped down on the tatty piece of furniture he had got from the secondhand shop.
Nick sat up in bed, his breath laboured and his body damp with sweat.
The last few nights he'd woken up from the same nightmare. He'd lost James forever,only the way it happened changed at times.
Forcefully, he shoved the bedcover aside and let the night air cool his heated body. He hadn't bothered with pajamas, knowing he would only wake up again, covered in sweat.
Then Nick sensed a familiar presence in his room. Quickly he sat up and tried to spot him in the darkness.
Before he could reach out to the beside lamp, a voice cut through the nightly silence, "Lay down on your back."
"James?" Nick tentatively asked but only a touch on his chest, gently pushing him down on the bed was the answer.
Nick heard some rustling of clothes before the bed dipped.
A moment later a cooling draught was puffed against his groin before the wet heat of a mouth engulfed his cock, swallowing him whole.
Nick gave a strangled noise as Lester's tongue teased his sensitive skin skillfully. Then Lester started to hum.
Waves of heat and pure bliss rolled through Nick's body. His fingers clenched in the sheets as he fought a futile battle to keep his hips still.
On the edge of his orgasm, he bucked up and trust deeply into the hot cavern of Lester's throat.
Exhausted, Nick sank back onto the bed whilst Lester ghosted soft kisses on his spent cock and belly, slowly working up to his chest.
A ragged breath against his neck, brought the smell of alcohol and fresh sperm to Nick's nostrils.
"Happy now?" Lester mumbled. The mattress bounced when the weight of his body was lifted up.
Nick was incapable of saying a coherent sentence, so he just gasped out: "Stay!"
He couldn't see the shake of the other man's head in the darkness but he heard the softly spoken words, "One of these days, I will, but not tonight. Sleep tight, Nick."
The door clicked shut and Nick closed his eyes, deathly tired. The rest of the night he slept peacefully and dreamed of James coming home and holding him in his arms in the dark hours of the night
"Good morning," Stephen said forcefully in Lyle's ear. He only earned a groan from the other man.
"Time to stand up, Jon. We have to talk."
Lyle cracked an eye open and yawned tiredly.
He watched how Stephen stood up and propped himself against the door frame, his arms folded over his chest.
Shit, Stephen was wearing pyjama bottoms. So it looked really bad. Usually Stephen didn't bother with clothes in bed. He liked the feeling of sleeping naked, cuddled against Lyle.
Lyle's befuddled brain tried to piece together the small parts he remembered from the precious night.
The bar, Lester...
"Oh my good. Lester!"
"What's about him?" Stephen asked confused.
"Er, well, I think I propositioned him last night." As soon as the words had left his mouth Lyle cursed himself for his stupidity. He really should keep his mouth shut if his brain wasn't entirely functioning yet.
"What?"
Lyle cringed under the thunderous look Stephen darted in his direction.
"He looked so lost," Lyle said feebly, whilst he sat up in bed. "He's still so much in love with Cutter but he's afraid of having sex with him again."
"So you offered to sleep with him?"
Lyle rubbed the bridge of his nose, sheepishly. "It made a lot of more sense when I was drunk."
"Let me get this straight. You refuse to have sex with me, but you offer to sleep with your boss."
Lyle could see that Stephen now really had got angry.
"Hey, you were the one who wanted a break from sex and to watch that film together instead," Lyle tried to defend himself. "Besides I wouldn't have gone through with it. I think I was too sloshed to even get it up."
"So you think that makes it better?"
Lyle was getting annoyed now. Stephen had no right to talk to him like that. After all it had been Stephen who had badmouthed him to his friend. He, one the other hand, hadn't done anything wrong yet.
"Hey, I was in a bar beforehand, in a gay bar. If I had wanted to, I could have found at least three young men for a quick fuck or a blowjob."
Stephen swallowed hard at hearing that. A moment ago he had been so mad at Lyle that he wanted to beat him in a bloody pulp, but now his anger was completely deflated. Only a feeling of sadness remained.
"But I didn't do it. While they were flirting with me, I realised that I had no interest in those guys. They weren't what I wanted. So I left the bar."
"And you went back to the ARC instead, to proposition Lester," Stephen said, bitterly.
"Actually I went back to talk to him. After the things we accidentally heard yesterday I thought he might need a drink and some nice company."
Stephen furrowed his brows. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Lyle sent him a dirty look. "Hearing that my boyfriend thinks that fucking is the only thing I'm good for, while Cutter's complaining that Lester doesn't let him have a go only a few weeks after he raped him, is hard to take. Oh, yeah, we heard what you were both gossiping about us."
Now, Stephen looked shocked. "Lyle, that wasn't what I meant. Nor Nick, either. You've got it all wrong. I was just frustrated that you'd ignored me all day."
"It doesn't matter anymore."
Stephen started to tremble. "No! Jon, please don't say that. I overreacted. I'm sure we can work something out. I don't want to lose you."
"Then what is your problem?" Lyle asked sharply.
"I know you didn't promise to be exclusive with me. I just assumed..."
Before Stephen could finish the sentence Lyle interrupted him. "I want us to be exclusive. And what you said doesn't matter anymore, because I already forgave you last night."
"Why did you go out on the pull then?"
"I wasn't on the pull. I went to that bar because Ed, the barkeeper, is an old friend of mine. He's been in a solid relationship for years and I wanted to ask him for advice."
"Oh."
Both men eyed each other warily.
"And what about what happened with Lester?" Stephen asked.
Lyle crunched his face and exhaled deeply.
"Drunken Lyle also means stupid Lyle. You should know that by now," he admitted, contritely.
"And your behaviour the previous evening and yesterday at work?"
Stephen knew that he was taking his questions to extremes. But he wasn't going to stop until everything had been cleared up. Otherwise they would only end up with new problems in their relationship.
"I had something important on my mind. I also was trying to do that understanding boyfriend thing and watch that horrible film with you. But you nearly drove me crazy that night and it took all my willpower not to ravish you. Then yesterday morning I got another call from my cousin who needed to know if I would be accompanied by someone to her engagement party. I told her I would come with my friend before I realised I still hadn't asked you and then I heard you talking with Cutter. And Lester had heard that as well and I got so angry and..."
Stephen's eyes grew wide. It was all too much to take in at once. His emotions were going up and down like a rollercoaster. Suddenly, he began to laugh hysterically, interrupting Lyle's rambling.
"God... we... are... such fools," he panted out between his fits of laughter.
Lyle waited, confused, until Stephen had calmed down again, not quite getting the humour of the situation.
"I have no intention of missing out on the sex, Jon. I guess I just haven't expressed myself very clearly. I think we can manage to do both. Sex and the other coupley things. I wouldn't have minded if that movie night had ended with you ravishing me. I would also have said yes to accompanying you to this engagement party, if you'd asked me nicely."
"I was going to ask you. Really," Lyle assured him. "I just didn't know how to broach the subject."
Stephen eyes softened as Lyle scratched his head nervously and mussed his bed-hair even more.
"I'm afraid I'm not good at this whole relationship thing," Lyle sighed, defeatedly.
"You don't have to be, Jon. Just be yourself. I don't expect hearts and flowers." Stephen grinned at the thought. "I would probably check your mental state or run like hell if you suddenly got all romantic and sweet. All I want is a little consideration. Don't shut me out like you did yesterday."
"So we are all right again?"
"Yes, we are," Stephen said, sincerely.
"That's good." The relief in Lyle's voice was noticeable."
Lyle got up from the bed and reached out to Stephen. With a soft smile on his face, Stephen stepped willingly into his arms.
"And I thought a relationship with a man would be easier," Stephen mumbled against Lyle's neck. "Shouldn't men understand each other better?"
"You mean cool, tight-lipped blokes?"
Laughing, Stephen disengaged himself from Lyle and vanished into the bathroom, leaving a pouting, aroused lover behind.
Abby stretched out in her bed. Making out was so much fun.
She gently caressed Connor's cheek who mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow.
This time they had actually made it to a bed. Her bed. And she thought Connor's dark head really looked good on her beige bedclothes.
She almost felt bad for waking him from his slumber. But they had to get up to arrive at work on time.
Then Connor rolled around and pulled the bedcover up to his chest, leaving her bare. Suddenly any commiseration was forgotten...
Stephen enjoyed the breakfast Lyle had made without complaints this morning.
As he put the dishes in the sink, Lyle wrapped his arms around him from behind and started to mouth soft kisses against Stephen's neck. "Lord. You smell so good. I missed you and my happy place the last few nights."
"Happy place?" Stephen asked curiously.
"The place I only reach if I'm deep buried inside you."
Stephen huffed, almost succumbing to another laughing fit. "Only you... only you would say something like that."
He turned in Lyle's embracement and grinned wickedly. "We still have thirty minutes left. Do you think it's long enough to reach your happy place?"
Lyle nodded enthusiastically, grasped Stephen's hand and pulled him in direction of the bedroom. He would show his lover that thirty minutes was more than enough time. He always was at his best under pressure.
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Stephen/Lyle, Abby/ Connor, 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.
For earlier chapters look at my Masterlist
Lyle managed to stagger out of the taxi all by himself, and up to Stephen's flat. The taxi driver looked after him with a shake of his head, glad that the drunk hadn't been sick in his car. He still waited until the man had reached the last step and leaned against the front door before he drove away.
Lyle tried to push the doorbell but every time the button seem to move away from his finger. Finally, he had enough of the silly games the house was playing with him. With his palm, he banged on the doorbell and kept the button pushed down. That whould teach the house not to mess with a Special Forces soldier.
The door was opened forcefully and Lyle lost his balance. He would have toppled over if Stephen hadn't caught him.
"Hi, honey," Lyle slurred against Stephen's neck. Stephen just pulled a face as the heavy smell of alcohol hit his nose.
"You were a bad boy," Lyle whispered drunkenly. "But I forgive you."
Lyle's words made no sense to Stephen so he just ignored them. He was busy enough with steering Lyle into his bedroom.
Lyle was suddenly clinging to him like an octopus. His lips were firmly attached to Stephen's neck and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. That made every single step difficult and it took a while before they reached the bedroom.
Lyle grinned at the sight of the bed. "Oh yesss, you know what I like," he hissed. "Now give me a kiss, sweetie. Then I'm going to fuck you into the mattress."
He grasped Stephen's head between his hands and gave him a sloppy kiss, missing his aim about few centimetre and pressing his mouth against Stephen's nose.
The bed was already prepared for the night, the bedcovers pulled back invitingly. Lyle pushed Stephen forwards and together they tumbled onto the bed with Lyle on top.
Stephen was not in the mood for sex with a drunk, and quickly rolled them around. Lyle's back had barely touched the bed before he passed out and started to snore.
Stephen stared, dumbfounded, at the sleeper and raised himself up from Lyle's body. Lyle didn't even stir. Carefully, he removed Lyle's shoes and socks and pulled the blanket over him. Then he settled down for the night beside his drunken lover, secure in the knowledge that a hell of a talk was in store for the following morning.
"That's for my sweetie. Tastes fine, Ruby, doesn't it?" Leek grinned with satisfaction as the leader of the velociraptor pack snatched the meat from his fingers. Soon he would visit an old acquaintance with his nice pets.
Happily chewing on a banana, Oliver Leek walked over to his couch and plopped down on the tatty piece of furniture he had got from the secondhand shop.
Nick sat up in bed, his breath laboured and his body damp with sweat.
The last few nights he'd woken up from the same nightmare. He'd lost James forever,only the way it happened changed at times.
Forcefully, he shoved the bedcover aside and let the night air cool his heated body. He hadn't bothered with pajamas, knowing he would only wake up again, covered in sweat.
Then Nick sensed a familiar presence in his room. Quickly he sat up and tried to spot him in the darkness.
Before he could reach out to the beside lamp, a voice cut through the nightly silence, "Lay down on your back."
"James?" Nick tentatively asked but only a touch on his chest, gently pushing him down on the bed was the answer.
Nick heard some rustling of clothes before the bed dipped.
A moment later a cooling draught was puffed against his groin before the wet heat of a mouth engulfed his cock, swallowing him whole.
Nick gave a strangled noise as Lester's tongue teased his sensitive skin skillfully. Then Lester started to hum.
Waves of heat and pure bliss rolled through Nick's body. His fingers clenched in the sheets as he fought a futile battle to keep his hips still.
On the edge of his orgasm, he bucked up and trust deeply into the hot cavern of Lester's throat.
Exhausted, Nick sank back onto the bed whilst Lester ghosted soft kisses on his spent cock and belly, slowly working up to his chest.
A ragged breath against his neck, brought the smell of alcohol and fresh sperm to Nick's nostrils.
"Happy now?" Lester mumbled. The mattress bounced when the weight of his body was lifted up.
Nick was incapable of saying a coherent sentence, so he just gasped out: "Stay!"
He couldn't see the shake of the other man's head in the darkness but he heard the softly spoken words, "One of these days, I will, but not tonight. Sleep tight, Nick."
The door clicked shut and Nick closed his eyes, deathly tired. The rest of the night he slept peacefully and dreamed of James coming home and holding him in his arms in the dark hours of the night
"Good morning," Stephen said forcefully in Lyle's ear. He only earned a groan from the other man.
"Time to stand up, Jon. We have to talk."
Lyle cracked an eye open and yawned tiredly.
He watched how Stephen stood up and propped himself against the door frame, his arms folded over his chest.
Shit, Stephen was wearing pyjama bottoms. So it looked really bad. Usually Stephen didn't bother with clothes in bed. He liked the feeling of sleeping naked, cuddled against Lyle.
Lyle's befuddled brain tried to piece together the small parts he remembered from the precious night.
The bar, Lester...
"Oh my good. Lester!"
"What's about him?" Stephen asked confused.
"Er, well, I think I propositioned him last night." As soon as the words had left his mouth Lyle cursed himself for his stupidity. He really should keep his mouth shut if his brain wasn't entirely functioning yet.
"What?"
Lyle cringed under the thunderous look Stephen darted in his direction.
"He looked so lost," Lyle said feebly, whilst he sat up in bed. "He's still so much in love with Cutter but he's afraid of having sex with him again."
"So you offered to sleep with him?"
Lyle rubbed the bridge of his nose, sheepishly. "It made a lot of more sense when I was drunk."
"Let me get this straight. You refuse to have sex with me, but you offer to sleep with your boss."
Lyle could see that Stephen now really had got angry.
"Hey, you were the one who wanted a break from sex and to watch that film together instead," Lyle tried to defend himself. "Besides I wouldn't have gone through with it. I think I was too sloshed to even get it up."
"So you think that makes it better?"
Lyle was getting annoyed now. Stephen had no right to talk to him like that. After all it had been Stephen who had badmouthed him to his friend. He, one the other hand, hadn't done anything wrong yet.
"Hey, I was in a bar beforehand, in a gay bar. If I had wanted to, I could have found at least three young men for a quick fuck or a blowjob."
Stephen swallowed hard at hearing that. A moment ago he had been so mad at Lyle that he wanted to beat him in a bloody pulp, but now his anger was completely deflated. Only a feeling of sadness remained.
"But I didn't do it. While they were flirting with me, I realised that I had no interest in those guys. They weren't what I wanted. So I left the bar."
"And you went back to the ARC instead, to proposition Lester," Stephen said, bitterly.
"Actually I went back to talk to him. After the things we accidentally heard yesterday I thought he might need a drink and some nice company."
Stephen furrowed his brows. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Lyle sent him a dirty look. "Hearing that my boyfriend thinks that fucking is the only thing I'm good for, while Cutter's complaining that Lester doesn't let him have a go only a few weeks after he raped him, is hard to take. Oh, yeah, we heard what you were both gossiping about us."
Now, Stephen looked shocked. "Lyle, that wasn't what I meant. Nor Nick, either. You've got it all wrong. I was just frustrated that you'd ignored me all day."
"It doesn't matter anymore."
Stephen started to tremble. "No! Jon, please don't say that. I overreacted. I'm sure we can work something out. I don't want to lose you."
"Then what is your problem?" Lyle asked sharply.
"I know you didn't promise to be exclusive with me. I just assumed..."
Before Stephen could finish the sentence Lyle interrupted him. "I want us to be exclusive. And what you said doesn't matter anymore, because I already forgave you last night."
"Why did you go out on the pull then?"
"I wasn't on the pull. I went to that bar because Ed, the barkeeper, is an old friend of mine. He's been in a solid relationship for years and I wanted to ask him for advice."
"Oh."
Both men eyed each other warily.
"And what about what happened with Lester?" Stephen asked.
Lyle crunched his face and exhaled deeply.
"Drunken Lyle also means stupid Lyle. You should know that by now," he admitted, contritely.
"And your behaviour the previous evening and yesterday at work?"
Stephen knew that he was taking his questions to extremes. But he wasn't going to stop until everything had been cleared up. Otherwise they would only end up with new problems in their relationship.
"I had something important on my mind. I also was trying to do that understanding boyfriend thing and watch that horrible film with you. But you nearly drove me crazy that night and it took all my willpower not to ravish you. Then yesterday morning I got another call from my cousin who needed to know if I would be accompanied by someone to her engagement party. I told her I would come with my friend before I realised I still hadn't asked you and then I heard you talking with Cutter. And Lester had heard that as well and I got so angry and..."
Stephen's eyes grew wide. It was all too much to take in at once. His emotions were going up and down like a rollercoaster. Suddenly, he began to laugh hysterically, interrupting Lyle's rambling.
"God... we... are... such fools," he panted out between his fits of laughter.
Lyle waited, confused, until Stephen had calmed down again, not quite getting the humour of the situation.
"I have no intention of missing out on the sex, Jon. I guess I just haven't expressed myself very clearly. I think we can manage to do both. Sex and the other coupley things. I wouldn't have minded if that movie night had ended with you ravishing me. I would also have said yes to accompanying you to this engagement party, if you'd asked me nicely."
"I was going to ask you. Really," Lyle assured him. "I just didn't know how to broach the subject."
Stephen eyes softened as Lyle scratched his head nervously and mussed his bed-hair even more.
"I'm afraid I'm not good at this whole relationship thing," Lyle sighed, defeatedly.
"You don't have to be, Jon. Just be yourself. I don't expect hearts and flowers." Stephen grinned at the thought. "I would probably check your mental state or run like hell if you suddenly got all romantic and sweet. All I want is a little consideration. Don't shut me out like you did yesterday."
"So we are all right again?"
"Yes, we are," Stephen said, sincerely.
"That's good." The relief in Lyle's voice was noticeable."
Lyle got up from the bed and reached out to Stephen. With a soft smile on his face, Stephen stepped willingly into his arms.
"And I thought a relationship with a man would be easier," Stephen mumbled against Lyle's neck. "Shouldn't men understand each other better?"
"You mean cool, tight-lipped blokes?"
Laughing, Stephen disengaged himself from Lyle and vanished into the bathroom, leaving a pouting, aroused lover behind.
Abby stretched out in her bed. Making out was so much fun.
She gently caressed Connor's cheek who mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow.
This time they had actually made it to a bed. Her bed. And she thought Connor's dark head really looked good on her beige bedclothes.
She almost felt bad for waking him from his slumber. But they had to get up to arrive at work on time.
Then Connor rolled around and pulled the bedcover up to his chest, leaving her bare. Suddenly any commiseration was forgotten...
Stephen enjoyed the breakfast Lyle had made without complaints this morning.
As he put the dishes in the sink, Lyle wrapped his arms around him from behind and started to mouth soft kisses against Stephen's neck. "Lord. You smell so good. I missed you and my happy place the last few nights."
"Happy place?" Stephen asked curiously.
"The place I only reach if I'm deep buried inside you."
Stephen huffed, almost succumbing to another laughing fit. "Only you... only you would say something like that."
He turned in Lyle's embracement and grinned wickedly. "We still have thirty minutes left. Do you think it's long enough to reach your happy place?"
Lyle nodded enthusiastically, grasped Stephen's hand and pulled him in direction of the bedroom. He would show his lover that thirty minutes was more than enough time. He always was at his best under pressure.