In The Heat Of The Night Chapter 7/14
Title: In The Heat Of The Night Chapter 7
Author: TalliW
Characters: James Lester/Connor Temple
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to the wonderful Fredbassett for beta duty.
Summary: Lester and Connor have to fight for survival in a future where a climatic catastrophe has drastically changed the world.
"Everything okay?" Mattie asked Connor on their next lesson.
They hadn't spent much time together except for the tuition Connor was still giving Mattie. It seemed his new job had him somehow set apart from the manual workers.
"Yes, I'm fine. Why?"
"You don't look fine. Is something bothering you?"
"Well, uhmmm... I...," Connor stuttered, blushing furiously. He wasn't sure if he was ready yet to talk about the things that had been disturbing him for over a week.
"Hey, I'm your friend. You can talk about everything with me. I'll not judge."
Mattie's assurance that he wouldn't judge was the key factor that made Connor decide to open his heart to him.
"I’ve had this dream," he confessed quietly. "And other things. First I thought it was the danger of exposure that.... turned me on but then I got hard just thinking... And this morning... Mattie, how did you realise you liked guys?"
Mattie blinked, surprised. He hadn't expected such a question. Connor had told him over and over again that he wasn't interested in blokes generally. So Mattie had placed him in the category of guys who only did it with men out of survival instinct. There were always a lot of such boys in the camps. In fact if you were young and not strong like an ox you had little chance of surviving the first weeks in a camp without a strong protector. And keepers usually expected payment in the form of money or sexual favours. It had been sheer luck that Beacher had no taste for young boys and had left him alone until Mattie had offered to blow him himself.
"I’ve known I'm gay since I turned fourteen," Mattie began to speak deliberately. "There was this girl. Came with the lorries. You could have her for £25. When she heard it was my birthday she offered to do it for ten for me. It was a total disaster. She didn't even charge me the ten in the end. Deeply disturbed, I left the building she used for business, thinking something was seriously wrong with me and suddenly I saw Warren, a former Sotheby worker, bent over to refasten his shoe lace and wham - I had a boner. It didn’t take a genius to know what that meant. Still it took me almost two years to find the courage to approach the guy just to find out that he was totally straight." With a smirk, Mattie added, "However his best friend wasn't."
"So girls never did it for you?"
"Exactly. I'm completely gay. Why do you ask?"
"There's this girl at home, Abby. I love her, I really do. And we have... you know. It was just not so great as I'd hoped. I always thought it had to be so much better than wanking. And now I can't stop thinking about him. Just imagining him walking in on me makes me go off like a rocket. And this morning... Oh God."
"What happened this morning, Connor?" Mattie probed softly, trying to make sense of Connor's babble.
"I'd rolled over to him in the night. Lester, I mean. I've done this before when I was sick. But this time... The friction felt so good. I thought I was still dreaming but I wasn't. When I became aware that I’d humped his backside the whole time I quickly stood up and fled to the bathroom."
Connor gasped for air after speaking the whole sentence without taking a breath.
"Fortunately he didn’t wake up," he added a moment later.
Mattie scratched his head so that some of his hair stood up in little spikes.
"I don't want to rob you of your illusion but there's no way Lester carried on sleeping whilst you humped his arse."
Connor's eyes grew wide then he covered his face with his hands and let out a groan of dismay. "Oh God, if he was awake then he knows. What do I do now?"
"You desire your keeper. So what? I for one would be glad if my keeper was turning me on. It might make things a lot easier. Just tell him. He will probably be chuffed to bits."
Connor didn't even bother pointing out any more that Lester wasn't his keeper. The concept that strong men like Lester who had dared to oppose Johnson openly would protect weaker people without the prospect of any gain was just too alien for Mattie.
Besides, after all the things Lester had done for him no amount of protesting would convince people that Lester was doing it just out of human kindness. Not even Connor understood entirely why Lester was devoting himself to him. No, in people's minds, Connor was offering sexual favours to Lester. Just yesterday he'd heard a worker mutter that Connor had to be a damned good pet boy to be rewarded with such fierce loyalty from his keeper.
The answer from one of Johnson's gang that Connor's skinny arse wasn't worth the bother had troubled him more than the fact that people were assuming he was intimate with Lester. That alone had told him his view on the world and particularly his view on Lester had changed a lot since they were stranded in the camp.
"I can't talk to Lester about this," Connor declared.
"Why not? He apparently loves your touch or he wouldn't do everything in his power to keep you around. Unless he is one of those super-dominant men who abhor it if someone else takes control, most men like it when you reciprocate. Even the straight ones."
And that was exactly the crux of it. Lester wasn't his keeper and they'd never touched in a sexual way.
Whilst Connor had found out that he was enjoying touching Lester, and his recurring dream implied to his extreme surprise that he wouldn't mind being touched by a man in return, he'd no clue how Lester was thinking about the matter. There was always the possibility that Lester just saw him as some sort of surrogate son. Propositioning Lester and then getting rebuffed would destroy the fragile bond they had built over the last weeks. Connor didn't intend to risk that.
Besides, the prospect that Lester might actually be interested in a sexual relationship with him was just so scary. Connor could imagine touching Lester and engaging in mutual masturbation; as a teenager he'd explored the pleasure of that with his now-deceased friend, Tom; but his mind balked every time he tried to take the fantasy further.
He knew the basics of gay sex, and sticking his cock up another man's arse, or what was more likely with a dominant bloke like Lester, getting stuffed with cock himself, wasn't something Connor thought he would enjoy. Already, the thought of taking a cock in his mouth boggled his mind.
"Thanks for the conversation, Mattie. I guess I should wait and see."
Connor was about to leave when Mattie said with a wistful tone, "Do you know how lucky you are? It's every boy's dream to find a keeper like Lester. He's someone even I could fall in love with. If you weren't my best friend then I might feel tempted to take him away from you. But others won't be as noble as me. So you’d better not wait too long to make up your mind."
Connor sat on his makeshift bed in Beacher's house and pondered about the talk with his friend.
Mattie's confession had shocked him to the core. After Kyle, Mattie was now the fourth person showing an interest in Lester.
Jailbird and Matterson, the shop assistant, had been subtle but even Connor had caught on that both of them wanted Lester for a lover. Lester had ignored their advances just like he'd ignored Connor's inappropriate touches. Maybe the man was just straight as a board. Somehow that was a most depressing thought.
Lester seemed agitated when he returned from work.
Mattie told Connor in a whisper that a man on Lester's shift had collapsed in the heat and his colleagues had done nothing more than snaffle his water ration instead of calling the doctor. Connor could imagine how Lester had reacted to such behaviour. Water was essential in the camp and especially on the midday shift. Taking it away from someone was identical to sentencing him to a slow, agonising death.
According to Mattie, Lester had made sure the man had got medical attention and that his water ration was returned to him. This way, Lester had gained a new friend and six new enemies. It was high time they left the camp before all of their enemies hit on the idea of ganging up on them.
"Lester, what are you doing?" Connor asked worriedly. Lester had taken his suit jacket out of his locker and was now scrubbing like mad at the woollen fabric in the washroom.
"I'm trying to get the stains out of it."
Connor gazed at the black suit and shook his head in confusion.
"I can't see any stains."
"Here and here." Lester pointed at the spots where Kyle's blood had smudged the jacket some time ago.
Connor had taken it upon himself to clean the jacket. The aggressive detergent he'd bought in the shop had made short work of the big blood stains. But Connor hadn't stopped until the last traces of blood were gone from the fabric. Although the suit jacket had looked a little frayed after the procedure it had been once again been immaculate clean.
"I’ve already cleaned it, Lester. There aren't any stains any more."
"But I can still see the blood."
Fear gripped Connor's heart. Working day after day in the midday heat had apparently damaged Lester's brains.
"No, look, it's clean," he tried to convince Lester again.
It was like talking to a brick wall. Lester continued scrubbing and scratching at the fabric as if he hadn't heard Connor's words.
Determined to stop the madness, Connor pulled the suit out of Lester's hands, which were already raw from the effort.
"No, let me. I have to clean my suit."
Connor ignored him. With the suit flung over his arm he marched into their room.
As expected, Lester followed him, as if he couldn't live any more without the suit jacket he hadn't looked at in over a week.
"My suit," Lester whispered in anguish when Connor closed the door of the locker to block the sight of the now very tattered suit jacket.
"Everything is all right with your suit. Come on, you need some rest."
Without any resistance, Lester let himself be led to his bed, and lowered himself clumsily to the floor. Connor didn't think twice about joining him.
"It's all right, Lester. Your suit is okay. And you will be too, after a good night's sleep."
Pulling Lester close and caressing Lester's scalp gently with his fingertips came as naturally as breathing to Connor. Lester let it happen, maybe even rejoiced in the soothing touch because he shifted his head slightly, giving Connor better access to the back of his head.
After a while Connor could feel Lester's body go slack and with a satisfied hum he closed his eyes and followed Lester into sleep.
Connor woke up in the middle of the night, still spooned against Lester's back. In sleep, Lester had unconsciously captured Connor's left hand and was now holding it against his chest, above his heart.
Connor would have enjoyed their intimate position if not for the fact that once again he was aroused.
Cursing his treacherous body, Connor tried to put some distance between his crotch and Lester's rear as Lester's laboured breathing was giving away that he was awake.
Connor froze in his movement and waited, expecting Lester to again pretend that he hadn't noticed Connor's condition. Instead, Lester moved subtly backwards until his arse was brushing Connor's erection.
"Lester," Connor gasped out, the spike of lust rushing through his cock at the brief contact making him light-headed.
Connor wished he had the courage to ask what was going on or better still the balls to give in to the demands of his throbbing cock, consequences be damned, but he wasn't so brave.
'Lester, please do something,' Connor begged mentally, afraid he might have read Lester's signal wrong and that he would make an even bigger fool out of himself when he responded. But Lester seemed to be waiting for Connor to make the next move.
After what seemed like hours of hoping that Lester would take control of the situation, Connor couldn't stand the tension any longer. Tentatively, he rocked his hips against Lester's backside and that spurred Lester into action as well.
When Lester pressed his arse full against Connor's crotch and started soft rocking motions, Connor clutched desperately at Lester's hips for leverage. The knowledge that Lester was reciprocating was like a strong aphrodisiac. It took just a few more trusts and Connor was shooting his load.
The intense feeling slowly ebbed and Connor became aware of a few things at once. Lester was jacking off, he had just come in his pants again, and they had gone to bed last night with their trousers still on.
"Let me help you," Connor said boldly, knowing that if he were in Lester's place he would like to be touched on his cock too. Besides didn't etiquette dictate that he should return the favour in some way?
Nervously, Connor groped for Lester's cock. By the time he'd finally managed to close his hand around the turgid flesh, Lester was already on the brink of release. With a garbled groan Lester came all over Connor's hand and his own body. At least Lester had had enough common sense to shove his trousers and pants down his legs beforehand and his shirt out of the way.
"Here, clean yourself," Lester said, still breathing heavily.
Connor quickly grasped the hanky Lester was pushing against his hand and did his best to wipe the come from his fingers. There wasn't much he could do about his soiled boxers, through, so he just slipped out of trousers and pants. After what they had just done Connor doubted Lester would mind if he slept with a naked lower body.
"Uhm, Lester, your hanky."
Connor heard a faint chuckle before Lester replied, "Keep it for next time. Good night."
"Good night to you, too."
Turned away from each other, Lester and Connor drifted into sleep. Soon after Connor started dreaming again.
The only difference to all the other nights was that this time Connor could see the face of the man in his recurring dream. It was Lester who was holding him so gently and whispering words of affection. Involuntarily, Connor started to smile in his sleep.
Author: TalliW
Characters: James Lester/Connor Temple
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to the wonderful Fredbassett for beta duty.
Summary: Lester and Connor have to fight for survival in a future where a climatic catastrophe has drastically changed the world.
"Everything okay?" Mattie asked Connor on their next lesson.
They hadn't spent much time together except for the tuition Connor was still giving Mattie. It seemed his new job had him somehow set apart from the manual workers.
"Yes, I'm fine. Why?"
"You don't look fine. Is something bothering you?"
"Well, uhmmm... I...," Connor stuttered, blushing furiously. He wasn't sure if he was ready yet to talk about the things that had been disturbing him for over a week.
"Hey, I'm your friend. You can talk about everything with me. I'll not judge."
Mattie's assurance that he wouldn't judge was the key factor that made Connor decide to open his heart to him.
"I’ve had this dream," he confessed quietly. "And other things. First I thought it was the danger of exposure that.... turned me on but then I got hard just thinking... And this morning... Mattie, how did you realise you liked guys?"
Mattie blinked, surprised. He hadn't expected such a question. Connor had told him over and over again that he wasn't interested in blokes generally. So Mattie had placed him in the category of guys who only did it with men out of survival instinct. There were always a lot of such boys in the camps. In fact if you were young and not strong like an ox you had little chance of surviving the first weeks in a camp without a strong protector. And keepers usually expected payment in the form of money or sexual favours. It had been sheer luck that Beacher had no taste for young boys and had left him alone until Mattie had offered to blow him himself.
"I’ve known I'm gay since I turned fourteen," Mattie began to speak deliberately. "There was this girl. Came with the lorries. You could have her for £25. When she heard it was my birthday she offered to do it for ten for me. It was a total disaster. She didn't even charge me the ten in the end. Deeply disturbed, I left the building she used for business, thinking something was seriously wrong with me and suddenly I saw Warren, a former Sotheby worker, bent over to refasten his shoe lace and wham - I had a boner. It didn’t take a genius to know what that meant. Still it took me almost two years to find the courage to approach the guy just to find out that he was totally straight." With a smirk, Mattie added, "However his best friend wasn't."
"So girls never did it for you?"
"Exactly. I'm completely gay. Why do you ask?"
"There's this girl at home, Abby. I love her, I really do. And we have... you know. It was just not so great as I'd hoped. I always thought it had to be so much better than wanking. And now I can't stop thinking about him. Just imagining him walking in on me makes me go off like a rocket. And this morning... Oh God."
"What happened this morning, Connor?" Mattie probed softly, trying to make sense of Connor's babble.
"I'd rolled over to him in the night. Lester, I mean. I've done this before when I was sick. But this time... The friction felt so good. I thought I was still dreaming but I wasn't. When I became aware that I’d humped his backside the whole time I quickly stood up and fled to the bathroom."
Connor gasped for air after speaking the whole sentence without taking a breath.
"Fortunately he didn’t wake up," he added a moment later.
Mattie scratched his head so that some of his hair stood up in little spikes.
"I don't want to rob you of your illusion but there's no way Lester carried on sleeping whilst you humped his arse."
Connor's eyes grew wide then he covered his face with his hands and let out a groan of dismay. "Oh God, if he was awake then he knows. What do I do now?"
"You desire your keeper. So what? I for one would be glad if my keeper was turning me on. It might make things a lot easier. Just tell him. He will probably be chuffed to bits."
Connor didn't even bother pointing out any more that Lester wasn't his keeper. The concept that strong men like Lester who had dared to oppose Johnson openly would protect weaker people without the prospect of any gain was just too alien for Mattie.
Besides, after all the things Lester had done for him no amount of protesting would convince people that Lester was doing it just out of human kindness. Not even Connor understood entirely why Lester was devoting himself to him. No, in people's minds, Connor was offering sexual favours to Lester. Just yesterday he'd heard a worker mutter that Connor had to be a damned good pet boy to be rewarded with such fierce loyalty from his keeper.
The answer from one of Johnson's gang that Connor's skinny arse wasn't worth the bother had troubled him more than the fact that people were assuming he was intimate with Lester. That alone had told him his view on the world and particularly his view on Lester had changed a lot since they were stranded in the camp.
"I can't talk to Lester about this," Connor declared.
"Why not? He apparently loves your touch or he wouldn't do everything in his power to keep you around. Unless he is one of those super-dominant men who abhor it if someone else takes control, most men like it when you reciprocate. Even the straight ones."
And that was exactly the crux of it. Lester wasn't his keeper and they'd never touched in a sexual way.
Whilst Connor had found out that he was enjoying touching Lester, and his recurring dream implied to his extreme surprise that he wouldn't mind being touched by a man in return, he'd no clue how Lester was thinking about the matter. There was always the possibility that Lester just saw him as some sort of surrogate son. Propositioning Lester and then getting rebuffed would destroy the fragile bond they had built over the last weeks. Connor didn't intend to risk that.
Besides, the prospect that Lester might actually be interested in a sexual relationship with him was just so scary. Connor could imagine touching Lester and engaging in mutual masturbation; as a teenager he'd explored the pleasure of that with his now-deceased friend, Tom; but his mind balked every time he tried to take the fantasy further.
He knew the basics of gay sex, and sticking his cock up another man's arse, or what was more likely with a dominant bloke like Lester, getting stuffed with cock himself, wasn't something Connor thought he would enjoy. Already, the thought of taking a cock in his mouth boggled his mind.
"Thanks for the conversation, Mattie. I guess I should wait and see."
Connor was about to leave when Mattie said with a wistful tone, "Do you know how lucky you are? It's every boy's dream to find a keeper like Lester. He's someone even I could fall in love with. If you weren't my best friend then I might feel tempted to take him away from you. But others won't be as noble as me. So you’d better not wait too long to make up your mind."
Connor sat on his makeshift bed in Beacher's house and pondered about the talk with his friend.
Mattie's confession had shocked him to the core. After Kyle, Mattie was now the fourth person showing an interest in Lester.
Jailbird and Matterson, the shop assistant, had been subtle but even Connor had caught on that both of them wanted Lester for a lover. Lester had ignored their advances just like he'd ignored Connor's inappropriate touches. Maybe the man was just straight as a board. Somehow that was a most depressing thought.
Lester seemed agitated when he returned from work.
Mattie told Connor in a whisper that a man on Lester's shift had collapsed in the heat and his colleagues had done nothing more than snaffle his water ration instead of calling the doctor. Connor could imagine how Lester had reacted to such behaviour. Water was essential in the camp and especially on the midday shift. Taking it away from someone was identical to sentencing him to a slow, agonising death.
According to Mattie, Lester had made sure the man had got medical attention and that his water ration was returned to him. This way, Lester had gained a new friend and six new enemies. It was high time they left the camp before all of their enemies hit on the idea of ganging up on them.
"Lester, what are you doing?" Connor asked worriedly. Lester had taken his suit jacket out of his locker and was now scrubbing like mad at the woollen fabric in the washroom.
"I'm trying to get the stains out of it."
Connor gazed at the black suit and shook his head in confusion.
"I can't see any stains."
"Here and here." Lester pointed at the spots where Kyle's blood had smudged the jacket some time ago.
Connor had taken it upon himself to clean the jacket. The aggressive detergent he'd bought in the shop had made short work of the big blood stains. But Connor hadn't stopped until the last traces of blood were gone from the fabric. Although the suit jacket had looked a little frayed after the procedure it had been once again been immaculate clean.
"I’ve already cleaned it, Lester. There aren't any stains any more."
"But I can still see the blood."
Fear gripped Connor's heart. Working day after day in the midday heat had apparently damaged Lester's brains.
"No, look, it's clean," he tried to convince Lester again.
It was like talking to a brick wall. Lester continued scrubbing and scratching at the fabric as if he hadn't heard Connor's words.
Determined to stop the madness, Connor pulled the suit out of Lester's hands, which were already raw from the effort.
"No, let me. I have to clean my suit."
Connor ignored him. With the suit flung over his arm he marched into their room.
As expected, Lester followed him, as if he couldn't live any more without the suit jacket he hadn't looked at in over a week.
"My suit," Lester whispered in anguish when Connor closed the door of the locker to block the sight of the now very tattered suit jacket.
"Everything is all right with your suit. Come on, you need some rest."
Without any resistance, Lester let himself be led to his bed, and lowered himself clumsily to the floor. Connor didn't think twice about joining him.
"It's all right, Lester. Your suit is okay. And you will be too, after a good night's sleep."
Pulling Lester close and caressing Lester's scalp gently with his fingertips came as naturally as breathing to Connor. Lester let it happen, maybe even rejoiced in the soothing touch because he shifted his head slightly, giving Connor better access to the back of his head.
After a while Connor could feel Lester's body go slack and with a satisfied hum he closed his eyes and followed Lester into sleep.
Connor woke up in the middle of the night, still spooned against Lester's back. In sleep, Lester had unconsciously captured Connor's left hand and was now holding it against his chest, above his heart.
Connor would have enjoyed their intimate position if not for the fact that once again he was aroused.
Cursing his treacherous body, Connor tried to put some distance between his crotch and Lester's rear as Lester's laboured breathing was giving away that he was awake.
Connor froze in his movement and waited, expecting Lester to again pretend that he hadn't noticed Connor's condition. Instead, Lester moved subtly backwards until his arse was brushing Connor's erection.
"Lester," Connor gasped out, the spike of lust rushing through his cock at the brief contact making him light-headed.
Connor wished he had the courage to ask what was going on or better still the balls to give in to the demands of his throbbing cock, consequences be damned, but he wasn't so brave.
'Lester, please do something,' Connor begged mentally, afraid he might have read Lester's signal wrong and that he would make an even bigger fool out of himself when he responded. But Lester seemed to be waiting for Connor to make the next move.
After what seemed like hours of hoping that Lester would take control of the situation, Connor couldn't stand the tension any longer. Tentatively, he rocked his hips against Lester's backside and that spurred Lester into action as well.
When Lester pressed his arse full against Connor's crotch and started soft rocking motions, Connor clutched desperately at Lester's hips for leverage. The knowledge that Lester was reciprocating was like a strong aphrodisiac. It took just a few more trusts and Connor was shooting his load.
The intense feeling slowly ebbed and Connor became aware of a few things at once. Lester was jacking off, he had just come in his pants again, and they had gone to bed last night with their trousers still on.
"Let me help you," Connor said boldly, knowing that if he were in Lester's place he would like to be touched on his cock too. Besides didn't etiquette dictate that he should return the favour in some way?
Nervously, Connor groped for Lester's cock. By the time he'd finally managed to close his hand around the turgid flesh, Lester was already on the brink of release. With a garbled groan Lester came all over Connor's hand and his own body. At least Lester had had enough common sense to shove his trousers and pants down his legs beforehand and his shirt out of the way.
"Here, clean yourself," Lester said, still breathing heavily.
Connor quickly grasped the hanky Lester was pushing against his hand and did his best to wipe the come from his fingers. There wasn't much he could do about his soiled boxers, through, so he just slipped out of trousers and pants. After what they had just done Connor doubted Lester would mind if he slept with a naked lower body.
"Uhm, Lester, your hanky."
Connor heard a faint chuckle before Lester replied, "Keep it for next time. Good night."
"Good night to you, too."
Turned away from each other, Lester and Connor drifted into sleep. Soon after Connor started dreaming again.
The only difference to all the other nights was that this time Connor could see the face of the man in his recurring dream. It was Lester who was holding him so gently and whispering words of affection. Involuntarily, Connor started to smile in his sleep.