My World Is You
Dec. 3rd, 2011 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jooles34Title: My World Is You
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Connor
Words: 571
Rating,Warnings: 18
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: With LJ's problems yesterday and today I am behind in my advent postings, but as soon as LJ stays stable for long enough I'll post two to make up for it. But for now,m here is some slightly angsty Lester/Connor.
It starts rough and ready; hot, hard and passionate. Anger and frustration from both of them boiling over into grasping, clutching, frantic movements.
They try to do it as quickly as possible, removing only as much clothing as necessary to touch the parts they need to touch in order to get the release they both seek. But then Connor stumbles, waistband of trousers and boxers in a place they don’t belong, and it drags a breathy laugh from both of them. It should break the spell, it should cut through the tension, but somehow, as they pause in their movements and their eyes meet, the pressure only builds.
Connor looks him up and down, then catches Lester’s eye.
“Race you,” he challenges.
This is an even more dangerous game. The door is locked and the blinds are drawn but the chance for discovery is still high. They can limit it somewhat when their games are quick and short and clothed, but this is something else.
Lester smirks and reaches for his tie.
Connor jokes that land speed records have been broken because quickly they are both gloriously and deliciously naked. Standing in front of each other, bared and exposed for the other’s gaze, both panting for breath as they drink each other in.
And then the gap between them is closed. Conner’s exuberance pushes them both back against Lester’s desk and hands roam unhindered across hot flesh; touching, stroking, finger nails grazing, grasping, and squeezing. Mouths find each other and add to the heat; lips, tongues and teeth sucking, biting and licking.
As if drawn by a silent signal, their hands both move to grip each other’s hard cocks, time and passion of equal importance. They move together, hips thrusting, swallowing each others moans, lost in each other yet so horribly aware of the rest of the world.
The world that would have both their jobs lost if they were caught. The world that spews deadly creatures from anomalies. The world that nearly ended for him again today when Connor once again got too close. The world that is so much better for having Connor in it.
But suddenly his mind is close to forgetting it all, as Connor’s hand and emotions pushed to their limits work their magic and he can feel it all falling away. It’s like being stripped from the inside out, and he is coming, pushing into Connor’s hand, gasping into his mouth. He feels Connor jerk against him and his release coats his own hand.
They pause for a moment, panting into each others’ mouths, Lester aware that he is resting heavily on Connor but not caring because he’s here and he’s real and he’s solid and he’s his. But then Connor is making noises of discomfort so Lester pulls back and they share a proper kiss, soft and languid, saying everything that needs saying. Lester pulls back with reluctance, reaching for tissues and with a sheepish look they clean up and retrieve their clothes.
The anger has gone, the frustration has gone and they are back to just being them. Connor helps him with his tie, gives him the “everything’s going to be fine” smile and then is gone, leaving the office empty and bereft.
Lester moves to sit at his desk, fill the emptiness with work. But later, when they are home, he will take his time and the world will be just theirs.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Connor
Words: 571
Rating,Warnings: 18
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: With LJ's problems yesterday and today I am behind in my advent postings, but as soon as LJ stays stable for long enough I'll post two to make up for it. But for now,m here is some slightly angsty Lester/Connor.
It starts rough and ready; hot, hard and passionate. Anger and frustration from both of them boiling over into grasping, clutching, frantic movements.
They try to do it as quickly as possible, removing only as much clothing as necessary to touch the parts they need to touch in order to get the release they both seek. But then Connor stumbles, waistband of trousers and boxers in a place they don’t belong, and it drags a breathy laugh from both of them. It should break the spell, it should cut through the tension, but somehow, as they pause in their movements and their eyes meet, the pressure only builds.
Connor looks him up and down, then catches Lester’s eye.
“Race you,” he challenges.
This is an even more dangerous game. The door is locked and the blinds are drawn but the chance for discovery is still high. They can limit it somewhat when their games are quick and short and clothed, but this is something else.
Lester smirks and reaches for his tie.
Connor jokes that land speed records have been broken because quickly they are both gloriously and deliciously naked. Standing in front of each other, bared and exposed for the other’s gaze, both panting for breath as they drink each other in.
And then the gap between them is closed. Conner’s exuberance pushes them both back against Lester’s desk and hands roam unhindered across hot flesh; touching, stroking, finger nails grazing, grasping, and squeezing. Mouths find each other and add to the heat; lips, tongues and teeth sucking, biting and licking.
As if drawn by a silent signal, their hands both move to grip each other’s hard cocks, time and passion of equal importance. They move together, hips thrusting, swallowing each others moans, lost in each other yet so horribly aware of the rest of the world.
The world that would have both their jobs lost if they were caught. The world that spews deadly creatures from anomalies. The world that nearly ended for him again today when Connor once again got too close. The world that is so much better for having Connor in it.
But suddenly his mind is close to forgetting it all, as Connor’s hand and emotions pushed to their limits work their magic and he can feel it all falling away. It’s like being stripped from the inside out, and he is coming, pushing into Connor’s hand, gasping into his mouth. He feels Connor jerk against him and his release coats his own hand.
They pause for a moment, panting into each others’ mouths, Lester aware that he is resting heavily on Connor but not caring because he’s here and he’s real and he’s solid and he’s his. But then Connor is making noises of discomfort so Lester pulls back and they share a proper kiss, soft and languid, saying everything that needs saying. Lester pulls back with reluctance, reaching for tissues and with a sheepish look they clean up and retrieve their clothes.
The anger has gone, the frustration has gone and they are back to just being them. Connor helps him with his tie, gives him the “everything’s going to be fine” smile and then is gone, leaving the office empty and bereft.
Lester moves to sit at his desk, fill the emptiness with work. But later, when they are home, he will take his time and the world will be just theirs.
