Primeval WIP: The Musings of a Lonely Man - Latenight Visits (49/...)
Title: (49/...) Latenight Visits
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Stephen/Lyle, Abby/Connor, Jenny
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.
AN: It has been five months since I posted a chapter of this story. I'm very sorry for letting you all down. But the story hasn't been abandoned by me. I just needed a break. With a little luck and a friendly muse the story will be finished this year.
For earlier chapters look in my Masterlist
Nick tried to concentrate on his work but his thoughts always drifted back to last night's events. He had slept well after Lester had gone and had woken up full of hope that James would move back into the house very soon. His lover seemed to miss Nick just as much as Nick was missing him.
Still, Lester's behaviour this morning had left him very confused. Nick hadn't been surprised that Lester was all business-like in the presence of others. But even in the privacy of Cutter's office later, Lester only had spoken about setting up Connor's project in Lab 8 and that he would prefer it if Nick would do without Connor in the field for some time so the tech wizz was be able to concentrate completely on his new task.
On the spur of the moment, Nick had gently grasped Lester's hand. Lester had given him such a unfathomable look Nick almost had started to doubt last night had been real.
At lunch break Nick finally learned the truth about what had prompted Lester to drop in the previous night. Stephen had taken him aside and told him that Lester and Lyle had accidentally heard parts of their talk in the looker room. So James' visit hadn't had anything to do with longing for him as he had assumed. No wonder the man preferred to act as though nothing had happend.
Shortly before finishing time, Nick had finally gathered enough courage to speak with Lester. When he walked into Lester's office, Lester was occupied with a file and didn't even notice him. At least Lester acted as though he hadn't seen him.
Nick cleared his throat and waited until Lester bothered to look up.
"I'm sorry for the things I said to Stephen in my frustration and that you had the misfortune to hear. I behaved like an idiot. Don't feel pressured by what I said. Even though I enjoyed your visit last night greatly and slept without nightmares afterwards, I don't want you to do things you aren't ready for just to please me."
"All right," Lester said carefully and turned his attention back to the file.
The dismissal couldn't have been any more obvious.
"Good. I just wanted to tell you that," Nick began to babble. "I’ll leave you alone then."
Completely devastated, he walked down the ramp. This time the drug hadn't got a rise out of him despite the fact that he had forgotten to take his medicine on time. Lester's cold look had killed any amorous thoughts instantly.
It was around midnight when Nick was woken up by another nightmare and felt James’ presence in the room. First he thought he was still dreaming but the rustling of clothes in the darkness seemed to be real.
A moment later, Lester climbed the bed and pressed his naked upper body against Nick's side. Clammy fingers skimmed over Nick's skin and shoved the bedcovers down.
"Don't talk. Just feel," Lester mumbled close to his ear.
Nick groaned softly as hot lips traveled down his chest, circled briefly on his left nipple before wandering on to his hip.
He knew something was profoundly wrong with this encounter. But James’ hands and lips on his body made thinking difficult. Nick wasn't sure he could string together a sensible sentence even if he tried and James seemed to be very determined. In the end Nick decided to play it by ear and conform to James' will.
He bit his lips when James found his groin, anxious not to make a sound. He was dying to bury his hands in the fine hair at James nape and whisper his lover's name but was afraid he would scare him off.
When Nick spilled himself in Lester's mouth he couldn't keep quiet any longer. He groaned loudly and earned a muffled groan in response.
The next moment Lester was gone. He probably hadn't even dressed himself properly.
With a sigh, Nick crossed his arms behind his head and stared into the darkness. These shameful encounters in the night were the very reverse of the open and trusting relationship they’d had before the incident. Although the blowjob had left his body sated, he felt empty inside. But if that was how James wanted to handle things, he would play along. He owed James that at least.
After a peaceful sleep, Nick went to work and helped Connor to prepare Lab 8 for the new project.
He wasn't surprised that Lester was behaving distantly again. Nick did his best to avoid him for the rest of the day. He feared that probably gave the wrong signals to his lover but his heart twinged every time James’ indifferent look grazed him.
At the end of the day Nick was close to losing his temper. He called it a day and drove home before he could do something stupid.
Hours later Lester came to him again. Nick had already folded back the bedcovers.
Deft lips closed around his cock and sucked him off like the previous nights.
This time Nick groaned aloud the name of his lover who pleasured him so skillfully and gave into temptation to caress James' nape as he came. He heard the bang of the door while his cock still twitched in the aftermath of his orgasm.
The next morning, Nick was so distracted he almost got trampled by a scared Callovosaurus. Babyface managed to shove him aside at the last moment. The young soldier got a whack from the Callovosaurus’ tail for his efforts and had to see Ditzy for a strained shoulder.
After that Nick felt even more miserable and expected a reprimand from Lester.
It had taken them four hours to catch the nervous dinosaur. Considering the whole area around the Park Lane Mews Hotel had to be closed down for the entire time Lester's phone probably hadn't stopped ringing.
The dressing-down came from Abby and Jenny whilst Stephen tried to pry out of Nick what was wrong. Cutter just let their words wash over him.
Almost hopefully, Nick looked up as Lester approached him in his office in the afternoon.
"I just got a memo about two people the police have taken into custody for wrecking a drinks vending machine," Lester said all businesslike. "They blabbered on about friends who are in danger. When the police finally decided to check out their statements they found a group of men in an abandoned building in comatose condition, nearly dehydrated."
"And what has that do do with us?" Nick asked, puzzled.
"William and Brian, that's how these two men introduced himself, mentioned bad people had done this. Their names were Oliver and Helen. On top of it all there men are identical-looking. And I mean identical-looking, down to a birthmark. They even have the same DNA."
"But that isn't possible except... Clones? You think Helen has cloned people, don't you."
"We already know they are clones. The Home Office has transferred them to a secret institution as soon as they were informed. They found traces of the same drug you and Connor were exposed to in the blood of both men. I don't know what Helen intended with the drug but something must have gone wrong and put them in a coma. The two remaining clones haven't been effected by the drug as badly. Still there are the usual side effects. They get aroused and then can't stop touching each other. But there was no evidence they have been violent; except to the vending machine maybe."
"What will happen to them?"
"The clones aren't overly bright and their vocabulary is very limited but apparently they make good nurses. They are happy to be together and to take care of their mates. I wish all new employees of the Home Office would be so modest in their expectations. William and Brian only asked for free meals and lodging. They have now got their own rooms in the instituation."
"Any traces of Helen or Leek?"
"Unfortunately not. There was neither hide nor hair of them. They must have destroyed any evidence leading to them. We only have the word of the two clones that Helen and Leek were there at all."
Lester eyed Cutter from head to toe. "Go home, Cutter. You look knackered."
Turning around, Lester headed for the exit. Before he could step through the door Nick asked quietly, "Will you come tonight?"
Just as quietly Lester asked back, "Do you want me to?"
"Only if you want to."
"Then I will see you tonight, Nick."
A small smile grazed Cutter's lips when he left the ARC and headed home after thanking Marcus Fox for his brave intervention at the anomaly.
"Everything is prepared for Operation Stalker, ma'am," Lyle reported to Jenny Lewis. "Are you sure he will strike today?"
"I just have a feeling. After I ignored all his calls the last few days he is probably so frustrated by now he might forget all precautions and try to approach me directly. Just be ready to snatch him as soon he shows up."
"All the secrets here will drive me crazy one day", Abby groaned as she saw Lyle, Stephen and Jetrow huddled together and talking frantically. Something was apparently up again.
She linked arms with Connor and mumbled, "I'm glad we aren't as secretive as the rest of the teams."
Abby got instantly alarmed when Connor blushed furiously and didn't dare to met her eyes.
"Connor, is there something I should know about?" she asked sternly. "You know I can't take any more nonsense after everything that has happened in the last few weeks. I thought we would trust each other."
"This has nothing to do with you," Connor hurried to explain to her. "I've just developed a new theory Lester is letting me explore. Just physical stuff relating to the anomalies. Lester didn't want to raise hopes up before we're sure my theory could prove to be successful. But if I'm right we might be able to get Geronimo back to his own time just like every other prehistoric animal that has got stranded here."
"Wow, that's fantastic news," Abby said with a smile. "Then what are you waiting for? Go, work on your project. The sooner you’re finished with it the better."
"Want to see my new lab?" Connor waggled his eyes suggestively and grinned as Abby gave him a slight punch on the arm.
But she followed him as he moved in the direction of the labs.
Jenny listened to the man’s steps, which had been following her since she had left the car, and walked forcefully on to her flat. A brief glance to the left told her that Stephen's team was monitoring her and was just waiting for a sign to step in.
"Hello, Jenny," a soft voice said from behind her.
Jenny turned around, fuming. "You..."
Thomas stepped back at the fury in her eyes and grinned sheepishly. "Oh. I see you're angry."
All the anger about her own stupidity and dashed hopes raised up in Jenny. "Of course I'm angry. You use me to get a story and then you have the impertinence to show up here. I thought... Oh damn it. It's unimportant what I thought. But you are the lousiest prick I've ever met."
Jenny took a deep breath to get her emotions under control, which were all over the place right now, before she continued. "If you give any information about the ARC to the press you'll be sorry. You've obtained everything through illegal activities and we've enough evidence to press charges. I'm sure you're clever enough to see reason rather than spending the next few years in prison. And now get lost!"
But Thomas didn't go. That made Jenny even more angry and she demonstrated that she had picked up a variety of cusses in her life. Thomas Barrow stood just there and let the torrent of abusive language rattle down on him.
Finally, Jenny's rant ended and she gasped for breath.
"Are you finished? Perhaps we can sit down now with a nice cup of coffee and I can explain some things to you," Thomas said. "Or perhaps a cup of tea would be better. You're agitated enough as it is."
Jenny gaped at him, lost for words. Smiling, Thomas lead her down the street to the small restaurant he knew was a street further on.
Jetrow scratched his head and watched as Jenny was led away without resistance. He turned around to Stephen and Lyle, who were snuggling on the backseat.
"What now? She still hasn't given the sign."
"We'll just keep watch. It's the first time someone has managed to aggravate her this much since Cutter mellowed. I think I like the chap," Lyle chuckled.
"And not even Cutter managed to make her curse like a sailor," Stephen piped up and patted Lyle's hand away where it had crept close to his groin.
Jetrow put the car in gear and followed Jenny and her stalker slowly to the little restaurant.
"By the way, have you seen his face? If I didn't know Cutter doesn't wear such expensive clothes I might have sworn it's him in disguise," Jetrow muttered as he parked the car opposite the restaurant, praying Jenny had enough common sense left to choose a table near the windows.
"His hair is brown, his face is shaved and he's shorter," Lyle answered whilst starting another attack to get his hand onto Stephen's groin. "I don't see any similarities with Cutter."
Stephen kept his thoughts to himself and enjoyed Lyle’s groping fingers on his thigh. What Jetrow had noticed had some merit, albeit Jenny's stalker was many years younger than Cutter and he lacked the paunch Cutter had developed over the years.
But he certainly wasn't going to tell Lyle he'd checked out the guy in so much detail. Everything was just working so well between them and he'd no intention of alarming Lyle unneccessarily.
Stephen just found it ironic that Jenny had fallen for a man who resembled Cutter. If Cutter ever realised what effect he had on people he would probably run around with a big head for the rest of his life.
"How did you get my books and CD?" Jenny continued her interrogation after she took the first sip of her tea.
Thomas had answered all her questions about his hacking into the ARC's network to her satisfaction. Now she had moved on to more private matters.
"I encountered your charming ex-fiance and got him drunk," Thomas confessed with a lopsided grin. "Originally I just wanted to get some information out of him."
As Jenny bristled at this he added quickly, "No, of course not that sort of information. What do you take me for? I meant just ordinary things like your hobbies or favourite music. The drunken idiot then told me about the books and the CD he'd snatched from you and it wasn't hard to persuade him to sell me the items."
With his blue eyes, which appeared far too innocent for someone who had caused so much trouble for her and her boss, Thomas watched her anxiously as he asked, "Did you like the gift?"
"Everything all right, Miss Lewis?" Jetrow suddenly appeared right next to Jenny and spared her from answering Thomas' question.
"Yes, everything is all right, Jetrow. May I introduce you to Thomas Barrow, thorn in the side of the ARC, since he saw his first dinosaur in Kent."
"Should I accompany him to Sir James?"
"No, I do not think that will be neccessary. We have come to an understanding. Mr Barrows has agreed to sign the Official Secret Act and stop any illegal activity. Haven’t you?"
Under Jenny's menacing look, Thomas nodded his assent.
Right now the guy who had handled Jenny so well a while ago looked rather pathetic. Jetrow had difficulties not laughing out loud.
In the sure knowledge Jenny had the situation under control, he left her alone with Barrows and hurried back to the car, hoping Lyle and Stephen hadn't created a public mischief yet.
Nick Cutter lay awake until two in the the morning. Lester hadn't come and disappointment settled slowly in. Just as he closed his eyes to get at least a few hours sleep he felt Lester nearing the house.
A few minutes later, Lester stepped into the bedroom and shed his clothes completely.
Nick couldn't believe his luck as Lester wriggled his naked body against him. Feeling Lester's cock hard against his hip aroused him instantly. Tentatively he groped for Lester's erection, determined to pleasure him this time.
For a moment Lester went rigid, then he responded with a whimper and thrust into Nick's hand.
Lester's fingers closed around Nick's length, starting to jerk him off with the same pace Nick had set on Lester's cock.
Nick's pleasure was increased tenfold with every sigh and gasp his lover uttered.
When he felt Lester expand in his hand he redoubled his efforts until Lester's come coated his hand. Now Nick stopped holding back and pushed desperately into Lester's fist.
"Oh yeah, that feels good.," Nick croaked out while he chased his own orgasm.
A few minutes later, Nick Cutter lay alone on his bed, sperm still dripping out of his cock, feeling utterly stupid.