In The Heat Of The Night Chapter 8/14
Title: In The Heat Of The Night Chapter 8
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.
"Lester, about last night..." Connor stopped abruptly. It had taken all of his courage to start this conversation.
To Connor's relief, Lester had returned to his former self in the morning. There was no sign that he had mentally cracked up only a few hours ago.
Lester had started his morning routine without deigning to give his suit another glance and he hadn't said a word about what had happened between them either.
When it became clear that Lester was intending to pretend their nocturnal activities had never happened, Connor's relief turned slowly into anger. For him their frantic rutting had changed a lot and Lester wasn't even willing to acknowledge that they'd had done it?
The longer Connor mulled over Lester's behaviour the more he'd got worried. Had Lester only participated because he'd been off his head yesterday evening, meaning Connor had taken advantage of Lester's vulnerable state?
But then, Lester had come. Didn't that mean he must have liked it too?
All day, Connor had practised what he would say to Lester when he came back from work in the evening. But now the right words were still somehow eluding him.
Nervously, he cleared his throat and tried again. "Last night when we..." Connor trailed off, a heavy blush coloring his cheeks. Why was talking about it still so difficult when he had enjoyed it so much and wanted to do it again? "I mean that between us...." Frustrated, Connor broke off the sentence. Lester, standing ramrod-still, his face totally closed off, wasn’t making it any easier for him to talk about his feelings.
"I understand," Lester said. "After all these weeks, without the option of satisfying your urges with someone else, you were horny. There is no need to talk about it at length. I take it you are feeling better now?"
"Yes, simply fantastic," Connor answered perplexed.
"Good, I'm glad I could be of assistance to your well-being."
Lester turned his back on Connor and fumbled around in his locker, apparently assuming the talk was finished.
"What?" Connor called out. "No, that isn't what I wanted to say. Damn it, Lester, would you at least look at me when I'm talking to you?"
Lester turned around and eyed Connor with a raised eyebrow so forbidding that Connor wished he hadn't demanded that Lester face him. It would have been much easier to talk to his back.
"Uhm, I have a question first. Did you like it? What we did last night?" Connor asked tentatively.
"That's irrelevant."
"No, it isn't. I liked what we did. A lot. And I want to do it again."
"Indeed? That will certainly make some young man very happy."
"I mean, I want to do it with you."
"Then I would say you are quite insane."
"Lester, I'm serious."
"So am I."
Connor bit his lips. He hadn't thought it would be so difficult to convince a guy to have sex. But this was Lester, a man in the forties and not a horny teenanger like he and Tom had been back then. Still Connor wasn't ready to give up yet. Lester hadn't actually said he had detested making out with Connor so there was still hope that he might agree to continue their activities. Connor only had to explain himself better.
"Did you know that we’d done it in the Cretaceous, me and Abby?" Connor asked.
He didn't wait for Lester's answer, assuming it had been quite obvious to almost anyone from the way he and Abby had been inseparable for a while after their return.
"It started a week after we got stranded," Connor declared. "I'd waited so long and when it finally happened it was somehow... I don't know. It was nice, but just not... well... not really great. I'd thought there would be fireworks when we finally..., but there wasn't. And now I'm... Bloody hell, I'm more turned on by seeing you in your pants than I've been by seeing Abby naked. Although that was a sexy view too. Seeing Abby naked, I mean."
Somewhat confused by Connor's babble, Lester said, "I still don't understand what that has to do with me? You have apparently just discovered that you have an affinity towards your own gender."
"But that's it. I'm not gay."
At Lester's sceptical expression, Connor hastened to add, "At least not entirely. Thinking of girls still arouses me."
"That's called bisexuality, Connor. Didn't you have sex-education at school?"
Connor answered with a huff. "Lester, what I'm trying to say here is that it isn’t men in generally. Today I went to the communal showers. Looking at other naked men didn't do anything for me.It was the same with Tom. When we brought each other off I always closed my eyes and imagined it was a girl touching me. I don't understand it myself but with you it’s different." Then, after taking a deep breath, Connor whispered, "No one else has ever made me so hot. Only you."
In the twilight Connor couldn't see much of Lester's expression, but that the man hadn't run screaming away after his confession had to mean something.
"Lester, have you heard me? I don't want to do it with another man. I'm not turned on by them. I'm just turned on by you."
"And what do you expect now from me?" Lester asked in a strained voice.
"Maybe we could.... um...well..." Connor stuttered blushing. "...Repeat it. Of course only when you want to."
Lester regarded him carefully for over a minute. Then without another word he started to undress.
"Now?"
"Would you rather make an appointment first?"
With trembling fingers Connor unlaced his boots. He wasn't any less nervous than he’d been before his first time with Abby.
Although technically speaking this wasn't his first time with a bloke. Or did it only count if you had anal sex? Oh God, what was if Lester wanted to fuck him?
Connor threw a quick glance over to Lester. Lester had just shrugged out of his teeshirt and stood there only glad in his underwear, apparently a little lost about how to proceed. Then Lester squared his shoulders and moved over to their beds.
Connor continued to watch Lester out of the corner of his eyes and noted that Lester's hands were shaking as he lay down on his sleeping mat and tugged the blanket around himself. So Lester wasn't as serene about this as he pretended to be.
While Connor finished undressing, he could feel Lester's eyes on him and that made him even more nervous. He had undressed in front of Lester dozens of times before but had never as an prelude to sex. Was his body pleasing Lester or did he find him too chubby? Involuntarily, Connor sucked in his stomach.
"This is ridiculous," Connor muttered to himself as he almost lost balance because he was trying to cut a good figure as he slipped out of his jeans.
He quickly discarded his shirt and socks, and padded over to Lester, still wearing boxers, and settled down next to him.
An awkward moment followed. Now they were facing each other, Connor felt at a loss how to start. And Lester wasn’t making any attempt to meet him halfway.
Finally Connor asked, "Can I touch you?" and received a curt nod in response.
Lester stifled a gasp as Connor put his hand purposefully on the main attraction and massaged Lester's cock and balls through the fabric of Lester's briefs.
"Do you like this?"
Lester, apparently unable to form words, just gave another curt nod.
Connor slipped his fingers under the waistband of Lester's briefs, eager to feel the bare flesh under his hands.
His excitement mounted when Lester grew hard under his fingers and he started to pull impatiently at Lester's briefs and vest.
"Connor, stop. I will take them off before you damage something."
Lester's highpitched voice broke through the fog of lust clouding Connor's mind and he stilled in his movements.
"Sorry," Connor mumbled, embarrassed, but Lester just gave him an amused smile.
"I should probably feel honoured that you feel the need to rip my clothes off."
Connor couldn't help but grin back. Even in bed Lester couldn't entirely discard his quirky humour.
Whilst Lester got naked, Connor decided it was a good idea to follow suit if he wanted to avoid washing semen out of another pair of boxers. There was no denying the effect Lester had on him. His cock was only just short of drilling a hole in his pants.
Once they were naked, Lester lay down quite passively again, leaving it to Connor to take charge.
Despite Connor's best intentions to prolong their encounter, it ended in another frantic rutting. Just feeling Lester's naked front against his own body drove him wild and probably fried a few of his brain cells as well.
But Lester didn't seem to mind that Connor had lost all control and humped him like a horny dog. With a dazed look and a slightly stupid smile he was still panting against Connor's face.
"That was ...umh..."
"...fast?" Lester finished the sentence with a smirk.
"But still good," Connor said with conviction.
"Indeed!" Lester agreed though his answer was partially garbled by a yawn.
Fighting against a yawn himself, Connor watched how Lester's eyelids started to droop.
Worried that they might get stuck together, he angled for the hanky Lester had given him the night before and quickly wiped over their bodies.
"Good night, Lester. We will do that again, won’t we?"
Lester's muffled reply could have been a no just as much as a yes. But somehow Connor was sure it was the latter.
Stifling another yawn, Connor turned on his back and closed his eyes. It was great to be in bed with someone who didn't expect afterplay and understood the need for a nap after a good orgasm.
"Morning," Connor mumbled when he noticed Lester had his eyes open.
Lester lay still in the same position he'd been in before. He really must have been shagged out the previous night.
"Morning," Lester mumbled back.
Lester seemed more relaxed and open than usual.
'Maybe a good orgasm does that to him,' Connor thought with a certain degree of pride.
"Lester, have you done this before? With a man?"
Now, in the semi-darkness of sunrise, Connor had the nerve to ask the questions he hadn't dared to bring up before.
"I did some experimenting in my youth," Lester answered willingly.
"More than this?"
Lester nodded silently.
"Oh."
"I'm not sure I'm ready for real sex," Connor confessed after a pause. "Can we just continue making out? At least for now?"
"Frottage is real sex, Connor. It doesn't matter how you reach release. As long both parties enjoy it."
Connor was satisfied with that answer. Lester didn't seem to expect more than he was ready to give.
"Want to do it again? Right now?" he asked hopefully, eager to put his morning erection to good use.
"You have to go to work and I have to go to the Counter soon," Lester pointed out.
"We still have over an hour. Even more if you skip the Counter. You’ll be on the midday shift anyway."
"I still have to get the tag. But I suppose there's no need to hurry."
"Brilliant, " Connor said and rolled on top of Lester.
Punctually, Lester stood in the queue at the Counter. He hadn’t needed to worry. He and Connor had been finished in under five minutes.
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.
"Lester, about last night..." Connor stopped abruptly. It had taken all of his courage to start this conversation.
To Connor's relief, Lester had returned to his former self in the morning. There was no sign that he had mentally cracked up only a few hours ago.
Lester had started his morning routine without deigning to give his suit another glance and he hadn't said a word about what had happened between them either.
When it became clear that Lester was intending to pretend their nocturnal activities had never happened, Connor's relief turned slowly into anger. For him their frantic rutting had changed a lot and Lester wasn't even willing to acknowledge that they'd had done it?
The longer Connor mulled over Lester's behaviour the more he'd got worried. Had Lester only participated because he'd been off his head yesterday evening, meaning Connor had taken advantage of Lester's vulnerable state?
But then, Lester had come. Didn't that mean he must have liked it too?
All day, Connor had practised what he would say to Lester when he came back from work in the evening. But now the right words were still somehow eluding him.
Nervously, he cleared his throat and tried again. "Last night when we..." Connor trailed off, a heavy blush coloring his cheeks. Why was talking about it still so difficult when he had enjoyed it so much and wanted to do it again? "I mean that between us...." Frustrated, Connor broke off the sentence. Lester, standing ramrod-still, his face totally closed off, wasn’t making it any easier for him to talk about his feelings.
"I understand," Lester said. "After all these weeks, without the option of satisfying your urges with someone else, you were horny. There is no need to talk about it at length. I take it you are feeling better now?"
"Yes, simply fantastic," Connor answered perplexed.
"Good, I'm glad I could be of assistance to your well-being."
Lester turned his back on Connor and fumbled around in his locker, apparently assuming the talk was finished.
"What?" Connor called out. "No, that isn't what I wanted to say. Damn it, Lester, would you at least look at me when I'm talking to you?"
Lester turned around and eyed Connor with a raised eyebrow so forbidding that Connor wished he hadn't demanded that Lester face him. It would have been much easier to talk to his back.
"Uhm, I have a question first. Did you like it? What we did last night?" Connor asked tentatively.
"That's irrelevant."
"No, it isn't. I liked what we did. A lot. And I want to do it again."
"Indeed? That will certainly make some young man very happy."
"I mean, I want to do it with you."
"Then I would say you are quite insane."
"Lester, I'm serious."
"So am I."
Connor bit his lips. He hadn't thought it would be so difficult to convince a guy to have sex. But this was Lester, a man in the forties and not a horny teenanger like he and Tom had been back then. Still Connor wasn't ready to give up yet. Lester hadn't actually said he had detested making out with Connor so there was still hope that he might agree to continue their activities. Connor only had to explain himself better.
"Did you know that we’d done it in the Cretaceous, me and Abby?" Connor asked.
He didn't wait for Lester's answer, assuming it had been quite obvious to almost anyone from the way he and Abby had been inseparable for a while after their return.
"It started a week after we got stranded," Connor declared. "I'd waited so long and when it finally happened it was somehow... I don't know. It was nice, but just not... well... not really great. I'd thought there would be fireworks when we finally..., but there wasn't. And now I'm... Bloody hell, I'm more turned on by seeing you in your pants than I've been by seeing Abby naked. Although that was a sexy view too. Seeing Abby naked, I mean."
Somewhat confused by Connor's babble, Lester said, "I still don't understand what that has to do with me? You have apparently just discovered that you have an affinity towards your own gender."
"But that's it. I'm not gay."
At Lester's sceptical expression, Connor hastened to add, "At least not entirely. Thinking of girls still arouses me."
"That's called bisexuality, Connor. Didn't you have sex-education at school?"
Connor answered with a huff. "Lester, what I'm trying to say here is that it isn’t men in generally. Today I went to the communal showers. Looking at other naked men didn't do anything for me.It was the same with Tom. When we brought each other off I always closed my eyes and imagined it was a girl touching me. I don't understand it myself but with you it’s different." Then, after taking a deep breath, Connor whispered, "No one else has ever made me so hot. Only you."
In the twilight Connor couldn't see much of Lester's expression, but that the man hadn't run screaming away after his confession had to mean something.
"Lester, have you heard me? I don't want to do it with another man. I'm not turned on by them. I'm just turned on by you."
"And what do you expect now from me?" Lester asked in a strained voice.
"Maybe we could.... um...well..." Connor stuttered blushing. "...Repeat it. Of course only when you want to."
Lester regarded him carefully for over a minute. Then without another word he started to undress.
"Now?"
"Would you rather make an appointment first?"
With trembling fingers Connor unlaced his boots. He wasn't any less nervous than he’d been before his first time with Abby.
Although technically speaking this wasn't his first time with a bloke. Or did it only count if you had anal sex? Oh God, what was if Lester wanted to fuck him?
Connor threw a quick glance over to Lester. Lester had just shrugged out of his teeshirt and stood there only glad in his underwear, apparently a little lost about how to proceed. Then Lester squared his shoulders and moved over to their beds.
Connor continued to watch Lester out of the corner of his eyes and noted that Lester's hands were shaking as he lay down on his sleeping mat and tugged the blanket around himself. So Lester wasn't as serene about this as he pretended to be.
While Connor finished undressing, he could feel Lester's eyes on him and that made him even more nervous. He had undressed in front of Lester dozens of times before but had never as an prelude to sex. Was his body pleasing Lester or did he find him too chubby? Involuntarily, Connor sucked in his stomach.
"This is ridiculous," Connor muttered to himself as he almost lost balance because he was trying to cut a good figure as he slipped out of his jeans.
He quickly discarded his shirt and socks, and padded over to Lester, still wearing boxers, and settled down next to him.
An awkward moment followed. Now they were facing each other, Connor felt at a loss how to start. And Lester wasn’t making any attempt to meet him halfway.
Finally Connor asked, "Can I touch you?" and received a curt nod in response.
Lester stifled a gasp as Connor put his hand purposefully on the main attraction and massaged Lester's cock and balls through the fabric of Lester's briefs.
"Do you like this?"
Lester, apparently unable to form words, just gave another curt nod.
Connor slipped his fingers under the waistband of Lester's briefs, eager to feel the bare flesh under his hands.
His excitement mounted when Lester grew hard under his fingers and he started to pull impatiently at Lester's briefs and vest.
"Connor, stop. I will take them off before you damage something."
Lester's highpitched voice broke through the fog of lust clouding Connor's mind and he stilled in his movements.
"Sorry," Connor mumbled, embarrassed, but Lester just gave him an amused smile.
"I should probably feel honoured that you feel the need to rip my clothes off."
Connor couldn't help but grin back. Even in bed Lester couldn't entirely discard his quirky humour.
Whilst Lester got naked, Connor decided it was a good idea to follow suit if he wanted to avoid washing semen out of another pair of boxers. There was no denying the effect Lester had on him. His cock was only just short of drilling a hole in his pants.
Once they were naked, Lester lay down quite passively again, leaving it to Connor to take charge.
Despite Connor's best intentions to prolong their encounter, it ended in another frantic rutting. Just feeling Lester's naked front against his own body drove him wild and probably fried a few of his brain cells as well.
But Lester didn't seem to mind that Connor had lost all control and humped him like a horny dog. With a dazed look and a slightly stupid smile he was still panting against Connor's face.
"That was ...umh..."
"...fast?" Lester finished the sentence with a smirk.
"But still good," Connor said with conviction.
"Indeed!" Lester agreed though his answer was partially garbled by a yawn.
Fighting against a yawn himself, Connor watched how Lester's eyelids started to droop.
Worried that they might get stuck together, he angled for the hanky Lester had given him the night before and quickly wiped over their bodies.
"Good night, Lester. We will do that again, won’t we?"
Lester's muffled reply could have been a no just as much as a yes. But somehow Connor was sure it was the latter.
Stifling another yawn, Connor turned on his back and closed his eyes. It was great to be in bed with someone who didn't expect afterplay and understood the need for a nap after a good orgasm.
"Morning," Connor mumbled when he noticed Lester had his eyes open.
Lester lay still in the same position he'd been in before. He really must have been shagged out the previous night.
"Morning," Lester mumbled back.
Lester seemed more relaxed and open than usual.
'Maybe a good orgasm does that to him,' Connor thought with a certain degree of pride.
"Lester, have you done this before? With a man?"
Now, in the semi-darkness of sunrise, Connor had the nerve to ask the questions he hadn't dared to bring up before.
"I did some experimenting in my youth," Lester answered willingly.
"More than this?"
Lester nodded silently.
"Oh."
"I'm not sure I'm ready for real sex," Connor confessed after a pause. "Can we just continue making out? At least for now?"
"Frottage is real sex, Connor. It doesn't matter how you reach release. As long both parties enjoy it."
Connor was satisfied with that answer. Lester didn't seem to expect more than he was ready to give.
"Want to do it again? Right now?" he asked hopefully, eager to put his morning erection to good use.
"You have to go to work and I have to go to the Counter soon," Lester pointed out.
"We still have over an hour. Even more if you skip the Counter. You’ll be on the midday shift anyway."
"I still have to get the tag. But I suppose there's no need to hurry."
"Brilliant, " Connor said and rolled on top of Lester.
Punctually, Lester stood in the queue at the Counter. He hadn’t needed to worry. He and Connor had been finished in under five minutes.