Home James
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jooles34Title: Home James
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Connor
Words: 1,861
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: I cannot believe it has taken me this long to come up with this idea.
AN2: Thanks to the fab![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
lukadreaming for beta duty.
Connor had been putting the finishing touches to another tinker with the anomaly detector when Lester had been ready to leave so, with a huff, Lester declared that he would collect the car and meet him outside the front of the building. Not wishing to spend the evening with an any-more-ticked-off-than-he-already-was Lester, Connor finished off quickly and was racing out of the front door as Lester pulled up outside.
With a grin clearly borne of foolishness, Connor jumped into the back seat and, slamming the door, proclaimed, "Home James!"
Lester's gaze met his in the rear-view mirror. It was a mix of surprise, something that bordered on contempt and a raised eyebrow that radiated “we are not amused.”
Connor's grin slid from his face. "Sorry. It was a joke. Seemed quite funny in my head."
"Perhaps in the future that’s where your jokes are best staying. Now, get in the front, so I can at least see you properly as you natter all the way home."
As Connor climbed soberly out of the back and slid into the passenger seat he kept his head down, so he missed the glint of mischief that now danced in Lester’s eyes.
A couple of days later Connor bounded up to Lester's office and let himself in. He stopped, retreated, knocked on the door and re-let himself in.
He grinned at Lester. "Don’t give me that glare. I saw you smile."
"It was a grimace of fatigue."
"Oh, and I haven't even got started on trying to wear you out yet."
Lester rolled his eyes and glanced at his watch. "I have to complete this letter of sanction before I leave but it shouldn't take me long." He fished in his pocket and pulled out the car keys, tossing them to Connor. "Why don't you bring the car around and I'll be there in a minute."
Connor glanced at the keys in his hand. He’d only been allowed to drive Lester's car once before after the other man had been involved in an unexpectedly liquid lunch. He grinned again and left before Lester had time to change his mind.
Racing to the car park, Connor found the car in Lester’s regular spot and, opening the driver’s door, slid onto the cool leather seat. He closed the door and swore it made a more satisfying clunk on this side. He gripped the wheel and nestled himself into the seat.
And that's when he became aware of something on the passenger chair. Eyebrows quirking in surprise, he released the wheel and picked up the objects lying there. A black tie, a black suit jacket and a hard-brimmed peaked cap that looked suspiciously like a.... Connor's grin widened along with his eyes and he realised why Lester had been so insistent he wore a shirt today.
Five very hurried minutes later, Connor pulled up outside the front of the building. There was no sign of Lester. He thought hard for a minute before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the car. He straightened his shirt and jacket and stood primly by the car, tie, jacket and chauffeur’s hat all immaculately in place. As he did so, the front door opened and Lester strode out, heading straight for him. Connor's mind raced as to what he should do next, then it suddenly came to him. He opened the back door and held it as Lester approached. Lester's face was determinedly neutral but as he got closer Connor could clearly see the amusement in his eyes.
Lester handed his briefcase to Connor and moved as if to get in the car, but once the rear door was between them, he stopped and turned. He reached up his hands and straightened Connor's tie, looking into his eyes. Connor gave him a small smile and the briefest nod of his head, a silent sign of assent to the game. Lester's hands smoothed down the tie before he stepped back and into the car, gesturing for his briefcase.
Connor shut the door after him and climbed back into the driver's seat. He started the car, put it into gear and pulled smoothly away. Throughout the journey home Connor kept glancing in the rear-view mirror. Lester was staring intently at papers in his briefcase but occasionally looked up and their eyes met for the briefest of moments. Lester didn't speak at all and Connor followed his example, but the shared glimpses and the outfit was enough to have Connor’s body humming with excitement.
Lester finally spoke as they neared the underground car park beneath their apartment. "Not the usual space today please, Connor. Use the last visitors' spot in the far corner." Connor flashed him a questioning look in the mirror. "None of the CCTV cameras cover that spot. What? You’re not the only one that notices things.”
Connor’s stomach did another flip of anticipation and he took the car in the direction Lester had referred. He pulled the car into the space, turned the engine off and reached for his seatbelt.
“Wait,” Lester instructed. “Remove your seatbelt, but then stay where you are.”
Connor nodded, not taking his eyes off Lester in the rear-view mirror, and complied. He watched as Lester put his briefcase to one side and scooted forward in his seat.
“Lean back,” Lester instructed. Again Connor did as he was told.
Lester’s hands came from behind him and reached for his tie. Connor looked down and watched as nimble fingers loosened the tie and left it hanging around his neck. The hands travelled back up to his throat and started to undo the buttons on his shirt.
Connor sucked in a breath as his shirt was deftly unbuttoned and opened, and blunt fingernails ran down the flesh of his torso causing him to shiver. He remained there, pressed back against the seat as Lester’s fingers danced across his skin. They made their way to his nipples and Connor bit his lip as Lester played with them, pinching and rubbing.
Then Lester’s hands continued to wander and Connor watched as his trousers were undone. He gasped and pushed himself further back into the seat as Lester’s hand disappeared inside his trousers and took hold of his already hardening cock. Within seconds Lester had freed Connor from the confines of his trousers and underwear and was stroking him lazily.
“How do you find driving the car, Connor?”
“Um…car…driving…yes. Great. Love the car driving.”
“Smooth, isn’t it.”
“Um…yes. Very smooth.” Connor struggled to talk as Lester’s hand had started to speed up slightly.
“And don’t you find it handles well?” Connor groaned as Lester added a twist to the end of each up-stroke. “I asked you a question, Connor.”
“Y…y…yes, yes. Handles. Well. Yes,” Connor stammered back.
Lester’s movements became firmer and quicker and Connor’s eyes rolled backwards as his head suddenly became too heavy for his neck and thunked back into the headrest.
“And what about the performance? Powerful enough for you, Connor?”
“Enuh huh,” Connor agreed and Lester huffed a laugh into his ear.
“I want you to come for me, Connor, come all over that pretty outfit you’ve got on. Do you like the outfit I left out for you?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“And you do look good in it. I’m enjoying watching you come undone in it. And in a few moments I’m going to enjoy fucking you in it.”
Connor let out another groan and started thrusting up into Lester’s hand, bracing himself by gripping onto the edge of the leather seat. Lester kept up his assault and soon Connor was coming, spurting over his exposed stomach and chest.
Before he had a chance to get his breath back Lester was speaking into his ear. “I’m getting into the passenger seat now and by the time I get there I want you out of your trousers and boxers, understood?”
“Uh huh,” Connor managed. As he heard the back door open and slam shut again he shook his head and tried to galvanise himself into action. He kicked off his shoes and was shuffling out of his trousers and boxers in one go as the passenger door opened. He watched as Lester slid into the seat and reached next to him for the buttons that controlled the chair’s movement. He turned and gave Connor an almost childish grin as the chair lowered, then moved backwards, then the back rest started to recline. Seemingly happy, Lester released the controls and pulled the door shut. Then he reached into the glove box and pulled out a sachet of lube.
“You had this very well planned, didn’t you?” Connor asked.
“You ever doubt my ability to plan for any scenario?”
“No.”
“Good, now get over here.”
Connor moved to comply, climbing over as carefully as he could to straddle Lester in his seat. Lester ripped open the lube sachet and Connor leant forwards, getting their bodies close, but being careful not to get Lester’s suit messy. Lester’s hand reached around and Connor groaned as a finger probed, then breached, his arse. He captured Lester’s mouth in a hot, messy kiss as Lester continued to stretch and lubricate his hole.
“Sit up,” Lester finally instructed.
Connor pushed himself up on his arms just enough to give Lester room to free himself from his trousers. Lester used the remainder of the lube to stroke himself to full hardness and Connor shuffled so that Lester could start to guide himself in. Connor took deep breaths as he felt himself being filled and watched the expression on Lester’s face change as he pushed inside his body.
Connor was already starting to pant as he pushed himself as far off Lester’s body as he could. His head hit the roof of the car and caused the cap to slip over one eye. The tie still hung loosely around his neck and his open shirt was exposing his come-covered chest and stomach to Lester. Connor watched Lester’s eyes darken and felt his fingers dig harder into his hips.
Bracing one hand on the roof of the car and the other on Lester’s chest, Connor started to ride Lester the best he could in the confines of their situation. The car was quickly filled with the sound of flesh on flesh, the soft creak of leather and the litany of moans and curses that fell from their lips as they moved together.
Then Connor started to notice a falter in Lester’s rhythm and he watched as the other man’s back arched and his head tipped back. Connor kept moving, riding Lester through his orgasm, stopping only when Lester’s body finally stilled and he panted, trying to get his breath back.
Connor grinned down at him and received a broad smile in return. He leant down and they kissed for a moment longer until Connor started to squirm.
“Uncomfortable?” Lester asked.
“A bit.”
“Let’s clean up the best we can and get upstairs.”
Connor beamed at him. “Are we going ho…”
“Don’t say it, please, Connor. Don’t ruin it.”
Connor smiled and kissed him again. “Anything you say. By the way, can I keep the hat?”
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Connor
Words: 1,861
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: I cannot believe it has taken me this long to come up with this idea.
AN2: Thanks to the fab
lukadreaming for beta duty.Connor had been putting the finishing touches to another tinker with the anomaly detector when Lester had been ready to leave so, with a huff, Lester declared that he would collect the car and meet him outside the front of the building. Not wishing to spend the evening with an any-more-ticked-off-than-he-already-was Lester, Connor finished off quickly and was racing out of the front door as Lester pulled up outside.
With a grin clearly borne of foolishness, Connor jumped into the back seat and, slamming the door, proclaimed, "Home James!"
Lester's gaze met his in the rear-view mirror. It was a mix of surprise, something that bordered on contempt and a raised eyebrow that radiated “we are not amused.”
Connor's grin slid from his face. "Sorry. It was a joke. Seemed quite funny in my head."
"Perhaps in the future that’s where your jokes are best staying. Now, get in the front, so I can at least see you properly as you natter all the way home."
As Connor climbed soberly out of the back and slid into the passenger seat he kept his head down, so he missed the glint of mischief that now danced in Lester’s eyes.
A couple of days later Connor bounded up to Lester's office and let himself in. He stopped, retreated, knocked on the door and re-let himself in.
He grinned at Lester. "Don’t give me that glare. I saw you smile."
"It was a grimace of fatigue."
"Oh, and I haven't even got started on trying to wear you out yet."
Lester rolled his eyes and glanced at his watch. "I have to complete this letter of sanction before I leave but it shouldn't take me long." He fished in his pocket and pulled out the car keys, tossing them to Connor. "Why don't you bring the car around and I'll be there in a minute."
Connor glanced at the keys in his hand. He’d only been allowed to drive Lester's car once before after the other man had been involved in an unexpectedly liquid lunch. He grinned again and left before Lester had time to change his mind.
Racing to the car park, Connor found the car in Lester’s regular spot and, opening the driver’s door, slid onto the cool leather seat. He closed the door and swore it made a more satisfying clunk on this side. He gripped the wheel and nestled himself into the seat.
And that's when he became aware of something on the passenger chair. Eyebrows quirking in surprise, he released the wheel and picked up the objects lying there. A black tie, a black suit jacket and a hard-brimmed peaked cap that looked suspiciously like a.... Connor's grin widened along with his eyes and he realised why Lester had been so insistent he wore a shirt today.
Five very hurried minutes later, Connor pulled up outside the front of the building. There was no sign of Lester. He thought hard for a minute before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the car. He straightened his shirt and jacket and stood primly by the car, tie, jacket and chauffeur’s hat all immaculately in place. As he did so, the front door opened and Lester strode out, heading straight for him. Connor's mind raced as to what he should do next, then it suddenly came to him. He opened the back door and held it as Lester approached. Lester's face was determinedly neutral but as he got closer Connor could clearly see the amusement in his eyes.
Lester handed his briefcase to Connor and moved as if to get in the car, but once the rear door was between them, he stopped and turned. He reached up his hands and straightened Connor's tie, looking into his eyes. Connor gave him a small smile and the briefest nod of his head, a silent sign of assent to the game. Lester's hands smoothed down the tie before he stepped back and into the car, gesturing for his briefcase.
Connor shut the door after him and climbed back into the driver's seat. He started the car, put it into gear and pulled smoothly away. Throughout the journey home Connor kept glancing in the rear-view mirror. Lester was staring intently at papers in his briefcase but occasionally looked up and their eyes met for the briefest of moments. Lester didn't speak at all and Connor followed his example, but the shared glimpses and the outfit was enough to have Connor’s body humming with excitement.
Lester finally spoke as they neared the underground car park beneath their apartment. "Not the usual space today please, Connor. Use the last visitors' spot in the far corner." Connor flashed him a questioning look in the mirror. "None of the CCTV cameras cover that spot. What? You’re not the only one that notices things.”
Connor’s stomach did another flip of anticipation and he took the car in the direction Lester had referred. He pulled the car into the space, turned the engine off and reached for his seatbelt.
“Wait,” Lester instructed. “Remove your seatbelt, but then stay where you are.”
Connor nodded, not taking his eyes off Lester in the rear-view mirror, and complied. He watched as Lester put his briefcase to one side and scooted forward in his seat.
“Lean back,” Lester instructed. Again Connor did as he was told.
Lester’s hands came from behind him and reached for his tie. Connor looked down and watched as nimble fingers loosened the tie and left it hanging around his neck. The hands travelled back up to his throat and started to undo the buttons on his shirt.
Connor sucked in a breath as his shirt was deftly unbuttoned and opened, and blunt fingernails ran down the flesh of his torso causing him to shiver. He remained there, pressed back against the seat as Lester’s fingers danced across his skin. They made their way to his nipples and Connor bit his lip as Lester played with them, pinching and rubbing.
Then Lester’s hands continued to wander and Connor watched as his trousers were undone. He gasped and pushed himself further back into the seat as Lester’s hand disappeared inside his trousers and took hold of his already hardening cock. Within seconds Lester had freed Connor from the confines of his trousers and underwear and was stroking him lazily.
“How do you find driving the car, Connor?”
“Um…car…driving…yes. Great. Love the car driving.”
“Smooth, isn’t it.”
“Um…yes. Very smooth.” Connor struggled to talk as Lester’s hand had started to speed up slightly.
“And don’t you find it handles well?” Connor groaned as Lester added a twist to the end of each up-stroke. “I asked you a question, Connor.”
“Y…y…yes, yes. Handles. Well. Yes,” Connor stammered back.
Lester’s movements became firmer and quicker and Connor’s eyes rolled backwards as his head suddenly became too heavy for his neck and thunked back into the headrest.
“And what about the performance? Powerful enough for you, Connor?”
“Enuh huh,” Connor agreed and Lester huffed a laugh into his ear.
“I want you to come for me, Connor, come all over that pretty outfit you’ve got on. Do you like the outfit I left out for you?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“And you do look good in it. I’m enjoying watching you come undone in it. And in a few moments I’m going to enjoy fucking you in it.”
Connor let out another groan and started thrusting up into Lester’s hand, bracing himself by gripping onto the edge of the leather seat. Lester kept up his assault and soon Connor was coming, spurting over his exposed stomach and chest.
Before he had a chance to get his breath back Lester was speaking into his ear. “I’m getting into the passenger seat now and by the time I get there I want you out of your trousers and boxers, understood?”
“Uh huh,” Connor managed. As he heard the back door open and slam shut again he shook his head and tried to galvanise himself into action. He kicked off his shoes and was shuffling out of his trousers and boxers in one go as the passenger door opened. He watched as Lester slid into the seat and reached next to him for the buttons that controlled the chair’s movement. He turned and gave Connor an almost childish grin as the chair lowered, then moved backwards, then the back rest started to recline. Seemingly happy, Lester released the controls and pulled the door shut. Then he reached into the glove box and pulled out a sachet of lube.
“You had this very well planned, didn’t you?” Connor asked.
“You ever doubt my ability to plan for any scenario?”
“No.”
“Good, now get over here.”
Connor moved to comply, climbing over as carefully as he could to straddle Lester in his seat. Lester ripped open the lube sachet and Connor leant forwards, getting their bodies close, but being careful not to get Lester’s suit messy. Lester’s hand reached around and Connor groaned as a finger probed, then breached, his arse. He captured Lester’s mouth in a hot, messy kiss as Lester continued to stretch and lubricate his hole.
“Sit up,” Lester finally instructed.
Connor pushed himself up on his arms just enough to give Lester room to free himself from his trousers. Lester used the remainder of the lube to stroke himself to full hardness and Connor shuffled so that Lester could start to guide himself in. Connor took deep breaths as he felt himself being filled and watched the expression on Lester’s face change as he pushed inside his body.
Connor was already starting to pant as he pushed himself as far off Lester’s body as he could. His head hit the roof of the car and caused the cap to slip over one eye. The tie still hung loosely around his neck and his open shirt was exposing his come-covered chest and stomach to Lester. Connor watched Lester’s eyes darken and felt his fingers dig harder into his hips.
Bracing one hand on the roof of the car and the other on Lester’s chest, Connor started to ride Lester the best he could in the confines of their situation. The car was quickly filled with the sound of flesh on flesh, the soft creak of leather and the litany of moans and curses that fell from their lips as they moved together.
Then Connor started to notice a falter in Lester’s rhythm and he watched as the other man’s back arched and his head tipped back. Connor kept moving, riding Lester through his orgasm, stopping only when Lester’s body finally stilled and he panted, trying to get his breath back.
Connor grinned down at him and received a broad smile in return. He leant down and they kissed for a moment longer until Connor started to squirm.
“Uncomfortable?” Lester asked.
“A bit.”
“Let’s clean up the best we can and get upstairs.”
Connor beamed at him. “Are we going ho…”
“Don’t say it, please, Connor. Don’t ruin it.”
Connor smiled and kissed him again. “Anything you say. By the way, can I keep the hat?”
