In The Heat Of The Night Chapter 9/14
Title: In The Heat Of The Night Chapter 9
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.
Gently, Connor ran his fingers up and down Lester's outer thigh.
After the frantic couplings of the first days, his libido had normalised and he'd actually been able to touch Lester without going off like a rocket in the first five minutes.
By now he'd found out that Lester made the funniest noises when he was touched on the inside of his elbows and that he was ticklish on the sides and the edges of his hip bones.
Whilst Lester always enjoyed Connor's ministrations, he still didn’t ever take the initiative.
Connor strongly suspected that once the returned home, Lester didn’t want to be seen as an lecherous old man who had been taking advantage of him..
The day the lorries would deliver new goods drew close and with it the time they would leave the camp and go looking for a way back home.
Maybe in a week from now Lester would already be laying in his own bed in his city flat whilst Connor would have to return to the flat he shared with Abby. Currently this prospect didn't sound as appealing as it had only a few days ago.
"Lester, what was that about your suit?" Connor asked softly.
That morning, Lester had given Jailbird his suit jacket and made him a very happy man. The fine wool fabric, even in its tattered state, was still a valuable barter object. Besides, with Jailbird still having a crush on Lester, it would probably also be a welcome item to jack off with.
"I was sick of looking at it every time I opened the locker."
"Are you still seeing the blood stains?"
"No, don't worry. I know the jacket is clean. It's just.... I wouldn't have worn it ever again."
"The suit was your armour and now it’s tainted," Connor mumbled, suddenly having an inkling of what was in Lester's mind.
Lester gazed at him in surprise. Apparently he hadn't expected Connor to understand.
"Do you still want me to...?" Lester made a lewd movement with his hand, indicating a handjob.
"Of course. That and more."
Connor had said it off-handedly, hoping his words would encourage Lester to become more active. He was dying to feel those elegant, long fingers everywhere on his body.
He almost couldn't believe his luck when Lester put his hand on Connor's chest, tentatively, as if he was afraid Connor would be repelled by his touch.
Trying to assure Lester that he loved it, Connor pushed his body against Lester's palm.
"Don't stop. That feels good," he added when Lester's hand stilled in its soft, circular motion.
Connor's breathy words had the desired effect. Lester was actually getting bolder. Connor almost jumped when he felt a warm mouth close around one of his nipples.
And then Lester was adding tongue too. He must have died and gone to heaven.
"Oh God," Connor gasped out as Lester moved down his body and dipped his tongue in the hollow of his navel. He hadn't guessed that it was such an sensitive spot.
Closer and closer, Lester moved to Connor's crotch, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his lips. Connor was sure he would be a gibbering mess when Lester finally reached his goal.
"May I?" Lester asked, his nose pressed into the mass of dark curly locks, deeply inhaling the musky scent of Connor's sex.
Connor blinked at the absurdity of the situation. Here he lay, praying that Lester wouldn't change his mind and would turn his attention towards his aching cock and Lester was asking for permission to take him in his mouth.
"Yes, please," Connor forced out with a pant.
Connor's next words were a litany of garbled pleas and gasps, the pleasure too intense to form any coherent thought.
Although Abby had blown him a few times it had never been with the skills Lester applied. Lester knew exactly where to lick, suck, kiss and with what amount of pressure.
Wide-eyed, Connor watched how the last three inches of his cock vanished into Lester's mouth and then emerged again, coated with a fine sheen of saliva.
He felt the familiar tightening sensation in his balls and up along his shaft and knew he was rapidly approaching climax.
Desperately, Connor tried to hold back, wishing to prolong his pleasure. Lester was just too good at sucking cock.
"I'm going too..." Connor groaned, already knowing that he wouldn't be able to fight the urge any longer.
With a last swirl around the crown, Lester released Connor's cock from his mouth and wrapped his fingers around the thick base, circling it with thumb and forefinger, skilfully delaying the inevitable.
For a moment Connor teetered on the edge then the early tremors of orgasm began to subside.
Lester didn't give Connor much time to recover before he started worshiping Connor's cock again with lips and tongue.
On and on the pleasure went. Every time Connor felt close to coming, Lester pulled back and clamped down on a certain point at the base of Connor's cock until Connor reached a nearly painful level of arousal.
"Please, let me come," Connor begged, his eyes half-closed, the pupils dilated with lust and a dash of madness.
And finally, after what seemed to be hours, Connor was granted release.
His orgasm was powerful and raw, and had him trembling from head to curled toes.
His hands still clenched into fists, his lungs still gasping for breath, Connor gazed at Lester with an expression of awe, amazed that his brain hadn't shut down permanently from the sheer pleasure of his climax.
He hadn't be able to give Lester a warning before pouring his come down Lester's throat in a couple of strong spurts. But when Connor prepared to launch into an apology, Lester licked his lips in a rather naughty way and settled down next to Connor with a gleam in his eyes. So Lester apparently didn’t mind swallowing.
Connor flashed Lester a lazy smile, short of asking where Lester had learnt to give head so skilfully then he decided that he didn't really want to know.
"Can we do that again?" Connor whispered, exhausted, before he gave into temptation to close his eyes and drift away before Lester had given him an answer.
"Shit," Connor muttered.
He had straight gone to sleep after his intense orgasm and left Lester horny and probably frustrated beyond measure. That wasn't the way a good lover behaved.
The thought stopped him cold. Were they really lovers or just two horny guys who liked to bring each other off? Lester had never given any indication that he wanted more than casual, no strings attached sex with him.
Connor was still undecided if he should feel bothered by Lester's casual attitude as realization hit him. Last night Lester hadn't treated him like a mere fuck buddy would do.
His heart swelled as he remembered the way Lester had worshiped his body. Every touch had spoken a tale of its own.
Lester had given him pleasure without asking for anything in return and tonight he would repay him properly.
Maybe they weren't lovers yet but they were certainly on the way to reaching that point.
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.
Gently, Connor ran his fingers up and down Lester's outer thigh.
After the frantic couplings of the first days, his libido had normalised and he'd actually been able to touch Lester without going off like a rocket in the first five minutes.
By now he'd found out that Lester made the funniest noises when he was touched on the inside of his elbows and that he was ticklish on the sides and the edges of his hip bones.
Whilst Lester always enjoyed Connor's ministrations, he still didn’t ever take the initiative.
Connor strongly suspected that once the returned home, Lester didn’t want to be seen as an lecherous old man who had been taking advantage of him..
The day the lorries would deliver new goods drew close and with it the time they would leave the camp and go looking for a way back home.
Maybe in a week from now Lester would already be laying in his own bed in his city flat whilst Connor would have to return to the flat he shared with Abby. Currently this prospect didn't sound as appealing as it had only a few days ago.
"Lester, what was that about your suit?" Connor asked softly.
That morning, Lester had given Jailbird his suit jacket and made him a very happy man. The fine wool fabric, even in its tattered state, was still a valuable barter object. Besides, with Jailbird still having a crush on Lester, it would probably also be a welcome item to jack off with.
"I was sick of looking at it every time I opened the locker."
"Are you still seeing the blood stains?"
"No, don't worry. I know the jacket is clean. It's just.... I wouldn't have worn it ever again."
"The suit was your armour and now it’s tainted," Connor mumbled, suddenly having an inkling of what was in Lester's mind.
Lester gazed at him in surprise. Apparently he hadn't expected Connor to understand.
"Do you still want me to...?" Lester made a lewd movement with his hand, indicating a handjob.
"Of course. That and more."
Connor had said it off-handedly, hoping his words would encourage Lester to become more active. He was dying to feel those elegant, long fingers everywhere on his body.
He almost couldn't believe his luck when Lester put his hand on Connor's chest, tentatively, as if he was afraid Connor would be repelled by his touch.
Trying to assure Lester that he loved it, Connor pushed his body against Lester's palm.
"Don't stop. That feels good," he added when Lester's hand stilled in its soft, circular motion.
Connor's breathy words had the desired effect. Lester was actually getting bolder. Connor almost jumped when he felt a warm mouth close around one of his nipples.
And then Lester was adding tongue too. He must have died and gone to heaven.
"Oh God," Connor gasped out as Lester moved down his body and dipped his tongue in the hollow of his navel. He hadn't guessed that it was such an sensitive spot.
Closer and closer, Lester moved to Connor's crotch, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his lips. Connor was sure he would be a gibbering mess when Lester finally reached his goal.
"May I?" Lester asked, his nose pressed into the mass of dark curly locks, deeply inhaling the musky scent of Connor's sex.
Connor blinked at the absurdity of the situation. Here he lay, praying that Lester wouldn't change his mind and would turn his attention towards his aching cock and Lester was asking for permission to take him in his mouth.
"Yes, please," Connor forced out with a pant.
Connor's next words were a litany of garbled pleas and gasps, the pleasure too intense to form any coherent thought.
Although Abby had blown him a few times it had never been with the skills Lester applied. Lester knew exactly where to lick, suck, kiss and with what amount of pressure.
Wide-eyed, Connor watched how the last three inches of his cock vanished into Lester's mouth and then emerged again, coated with a fine sheen of saliva.
He felt the familiar tightening sensation in his balls and up along his shaft and knew he was rapidly approaching climax.
Desperately, Connor tried to hold back, wishing to prolong his pleasure. Lester was just too good at sucking cock.
"I'm going too..." Connor groaned, already knowing that he wouldn't be able to fight the urge any longer.
With a last swirl around the crown, Lester released Connor's cock from his mouth and wrapped his fingers around the thick base, circling it with thumb and forefinger, skilfully delaying the inevitable.
For a moment Connor teetered on the edge then the early tremors of orgasm began to subside.
Lester didn't give Connor much time to recover before he started worshiping Connor's cock again with lips and tongue.
On and on the pleasure went. Every time Connor felt close to coming, Lester pulled back and clamped down on a certain point at the base of Connor's cock until Connor reached a nearly painful level of arousal.
"Please, let me come," Connor begged, his eyes half-closed, the pupils dilated with lust and a dash of madness.
And finally, after what seemed to be hours, Connor was granted release.
His orgasm was powerful and raw, and had him trembling from head to curled toes.
His hands still clenched into fists, his lungs still gasping for breath, Connor gazed at Lester with an expression of awe, amazed that his brain hadn't shut down permanently from the sheer pleasure of his climax.
He hadn't be able to give Lester a warning before pouring his come down Lester's throat in a couple of strong spurts. But when Connor prepared to launch into an apology, Lester licked his lips in a rather naughty way and settled down next to Connor with a gleam in his eyes. So Lester apparently didn’t mind swallowing.
Connor flashed Lester a lazy smile, short of asking where Lester had learnt to give head so skilfully then he decided that he didn't really want to know.
"Can we do that again?" Connor whispered, exhausted, before he gave into temptation to close his eyes and drift away before Lester had given him an answer.
"Shit," Connor muttered.
He had straight gone to sleep after his intense orgasm and left Lester horny and probably frustrated beyond measure. That wasn't the way a good lover behaved.
The thought stopped him cold. Were they really lovers or just two horny guys who liked to bring each other off? Lester had never given any indication that he wanted more than casual, no strings attached sex with him.
Connor was still undecided if he should feel bothered by Lester's casual attitude as realization hit him. Last night Lester hadn't treated him like a mere fuck buddy would do.
His heart swelled as he remembered the way Lester had worshiped his body. Every touch had spoken a tale of its own.
Lester had given him pleasure without asking for anything in return and tonight he would repay him properly.
Maybe they weren't lovers yet but they were certainly on the way to reaching that point.