A Long Time Coming

[jooles34]

Title: A Long Time Coming
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Danny
Words: 1,479
Rating,Warnings: 18 Smut of the porny kind
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: Brief for season three
AN: This was written for Small Fandon Fest, but I cocked up and didn't get it in on time. Prompt was Connor/Danny, handcuffs.

 

It had been a long time coming. A lot of people underestimated Connor; he knew they did. Oh they knew he was clever, some of them even sort of respected him for it, but that was as far as it went.

But he was so much more. He had a long memory for a start and his brains were just as good for planning revenge as they were for building anomaly detectors. And he had been planning this for a while.

Danny had been working with them for a couple of months now and had instigated himself as part of the team. Everyone was happy to follow him and Connor counted himself in that too. But it didn’t take away from the fact that there was unfinished business.

And it was about to get finished.

Connor had a last look to make sure that he had everything prepared and then picked up his phone and dialled.

“Hi, Danny? Yeah, I’m up in lab three and I’ve found something weird. Can you come and have a look? … Yeah, I mean you. … No, one of the other scientists wouldn’t be better; you’re in charge aren’t you? I could ask Lester to come if you pref … right, see you in a minute.”

Connor slid his phone back into his pocket and grinned to himself. He’d anticipated Danny’s reluctance to come up here and had prepared his line challenging his authority in advance. He triple checked everything was exactly where he needed it and waited.

It was just a few moments later when Connor could hear Danny's heavy footsteps coming along the corridor. Connor barely gave the door a glance as it opened and instead peered intently into a specimen dish.

"What is it Temple? What’s so important?"

"Come here and look at this." Connor stepped back and let Danny get closer to the stainless steel lab bench. As Danny went to put his hands on the work top Connor shot out an arm to stop him.

"Don’t! Don’t touch the table. I can't be certain it’s clear of contaminates. You’ll need to put some gloves on."

Connor reached for the box of gloves and pouted when he found it empty.

"Don’t worry. I just won't touch the table." Danny peered at the dish. "I can't see anything."

"Closer," Connor prompted, "look closer."

Danny went to out his hands on the table again to brace himself as he leant forward, but caught himself in time. He ducked a quick look under the bench and instead took hold of the long metal railing that ran the length of the table under the main surface.
Danny’s movements were interrupted by a clatter and Connor flashed him an apologetic grin before bending to retrieve the equipment that had just fallen to the floor.

Once in position under the table, Connor found the rest easy. He pulled the handcuffs out of his pocket, looped them quietly around the bar and while Danny was still grousing above him, snapped the bracelets around both wrists.

"What the...?"

Connor crawled out from under the table as Danny started yanking on the cuffs. "What the fuck Temple?"

Danny dropped to his knees to peer under the table at his cuffed wrists.

"You arrested me. I’m getting my own back."

"I was doing my job!"

"So was I. And you never apologised."

"Apologise? That’s what this is about? You want me on knees begging forgiveness?"

"Well you don't have to beg exactly, but..." Connor was grinning, too lost in his own success to notice that Danny wasn't struggling as much as he would have expected. He looked closer at him. Danny’s face looked funny, his pupils blown and as Connor's eyes travelled down he could see an unmistakable bulge growing in Danny’s trousers.

"Of course, if begging is what you want to do..." Connor would have much preferred it if there hadn't have been an element of a squeak in his voice, but looking down he still thought he was doing better at hiding his feelings than Danny. The other man's face was a picture of anger but there was no disguising the look in his eyes or the way Danny licked his lips whenever his eyes flicked to Connor's groin.

Connor swallowed and turned to close the lab door. He flicked the lock shut and pulled down the blinds on the window. He used the time to take a couple of deep breaths and attempt to get his head to stop swimming. This was not what he had planned. But as all good improvisers do, he was willing to go with the change of plan.
Connor's hand unconsciously went to his hardening cock as he turned back to Danny. He wasn't really sure what to do now so he thought he'd ask.

"So what now Danny? What do you want?"

This seemed to have a profound effect on the other man. While Danny’s mouth took on a hard, stubborn line, his eyes filled with need. Connor took his lead from this and fondled his own cock more obviously and with purpose.

"I said, tell me what you want."

"Your cock. I want your cock in my mouth."

Connor swallowed, not expecting Danny to be quite so forward. Then realisation struck and he grinned. His nervousness was dissipating and he rather thought he was starting to enjoy himself. Connor undid his trousers, pushing them open and freeing his cock from his underwear. He was already quite hard and he began to toy with himself just inches from Danny’s face. He could see Danny staring at him hungrily and Danny's tongue flicked out across his lips again.

"You still haven't apologised," Connor said, slowly and deliberately stroking his length.

"What?" Danny’s eyes suddenly shot up to meet his again.

"I said, you still haven't apologised. I don’t see why I should let you suck my cock when you haven’t apologised yet."

Danny let out a quite feral growl and yanked at the handcuffs. Connor somehow managed to prevent himself from reacting.

"Alright, fine I’m sorry. I’m sorry for arresting you, I’m sorry for locking you up and I’m sorry I ever fucking came up here. Now please can I suck your cock?"

Connor let out a distinctly not-as-in-control-as-he-wanted-to-make-out sound and closed the final gap between them. He fed his hard cock into Danny’s open and willing mouth.

They both groaned in unison and Connor knotted his hands in Danny’s hair. Danny’s position must have been uncomfortable with his head turned away from his locked hands, but he kept up a firm and steady pressure on his cock. Danny took him deep, using his tongue to keep him firmly pressed against the roof of his mouth. He sucked hard, head bobbing and Connor's hands tightened in the ginger strands as his hips worked themselves forwards and back. He was moaning with abandon now, fuelled in part by the quite filthy noises falling from Danny’s lips.

Connor forced his eyes open and spared a look down. The sight of Danny on his knees sucking him down was almost enough to tip him over he edge, but he grit his teeth, determined to make it last. He continued staring and noticed that Danny’s body was also moving, his hips rocking forward into empty space. Danny’s erection was obvious and did nothing for Connor's state of mind.

"Fuck, I’m close, Danny," Connor tried to warn, expecting Danny to pull back. But instead Danny whimpered - there was no other way to describe it - and renewed his efforts.

"Fuck," said Connor again and his hands clenched tighter in Danny’s hair. Then with a gasp he was coming, shooting into Danny’s mouth. Danny let out a low groan and Connor watched transfixed as the other man's hips stuttered in their motion and, as he watched Danny swallow desperately, he saw a wet patch spread across Danny’s crotch.

Connor withdrew slowly and tucked himself back in and Danny turned to wipe his mouth against the back of his cuffed hands. Fishing in his pocket for the key Connor knelt and gently undid the cuffs. Danny was staring down at his ruined trousers and muttering to himself.

"You keep spares in your locker don’t you?" Connor asked.

"Yeah. At least it will make a change to washing out dinosaur mank." He rubbed his wrists and, standing, glared down at Connor. "You don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, understand?"

Connor stood too and nodded. Danny gave him one last scowl and turned to leave.
In for a penny in for a pound, Connor thought.

"Danny. You know no one other than me really uses this lab. In fact this corridor's nearly always empty."

Danny paused, his hand on the door, then looked back over his shoulder.

"Fine, but next time it's your turn to be cuffed."