Clashing

[jooles34]

Title: Clashing
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Connor
Words: 814
Rating: 18
Warnings: Boys do naughty things including bondage and mild D/s
Spoilers: Set during 3.4, but no real spoilers
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval
AN: This is a Christmas present fic facing_the_wind for who demanded to know why Lester would wear a pink tie with red braces at the end of 3.4. Who knew the reason was porn?  I hope you enjoy it hon. Happy Christmas; keep safe, keep happy, keep gorgeous.

 

Connor has come to him again. The young man is upset and angry, which is fine because so is he. Over the last few weeks they have discovered an unexpected, but not unwelcome, way to both relieve the fear and frustrations that now mark every day in the ARC.

Connor’s come seeking and Lester is happy to give him what he needs.

He catches him in a bruising kiss, using his larger size to dominate. Not that he would need his size, they both know that Connor is his to play with as he chooses in these little pockets of alternate reality they steal together.

Conner’s hands rake down his sides but Lester demands complete control. He grabs Conner’s wrists and forces them behind his back. Conner mewls in acceptance. Pinning them together with one hand he reaches for his tie, roughly tugging it loose and free from his neck.

He reaches behind Connor’s back. He’s released the boy’s lips and now Connor’s head has fallen to his shoulder, resting there while his body stills and he catches his breath, welcoming what is to come. Lester wraps the tie around Connor’s wrists, enjoying the feeling of the silk playing through his fingers as he works. He binds them tight enough that Connor will feel it, but with enough play to ensure that he can keep him that way for as long as he likes.

Connor is secure now and Lester grabs his shoulders, pushing him upright and away from his body. He looks him in the eye; brings a hand up and knots it in his hair and pulls his head back, assuming complete control.

“Ready?” he asks, giving Connor his last chance to voice a protest.

He receives a needy whimper in response.

Lester sits back down in his chair, pulling Connor to his knees as he goes. Keeping one hand knotted in the boy’s hair he uses the other to free his hard aching cock from the confines of his trousers. He watches Connor face. Sees his eyes light up hungrily at the sight, watches his tongue flick out across his lips in anticipation.

Hell, he can’t be cruel all the time. If that’s what the boy wants, that’s what the boy will get.

He pulls Conner’s head into his crotch lifting his hips so his cock disappears into Connor’s waiting mouth. He lets out a grunt at the sensation which is heightened by Connor’s responding moan. Lester lifts the pressure on Connor’s head enough that the boy can bob up and down, working his mouth along the full length of Lester’s cock.

He wants to close his eyes and get lost in the feeling of the hot mouth working him, but the sight of Connor on his knees, hands bound behind him, his hand fisted in his hair is too delicious to turn away from. He can feel his release building and he half thinks of stopping, slowing things down so he can draw out his pleasure.

Then there’s a knock at the door; someone demanding entry. The noise pulls him from his pleasure and drags him back to the real world. Connor looks up at him, not removing his mouth, but pausing in his movements, a question in his eyes. But not just a question he sees now. A suggestion; a dare; a challenge for them both.

He pulls Connor off his cock and silently nudges him backwards. With a grin Connor once more complies and shuffles back on his knees to sit under the desk.

Lester tucks himself back into his trousers and reaches into his drawer to remove a spare tie he keeps for emergencies. This is not the type of emergency he had considered, but as he calls out for the intruder to wait in as steady a voice as he can manage, he realises that it is better than many that could befall him in this line of work.

The pink tie clashes horribly with his red braces, but he fastens a tie pin around it while calling for his visitor to come in.

Jenny enters his office and Lester stands, removing himself from what he has just been doing. She deserves that. Connor’s neediness over the last few weeks comes back to him and he finds himself thanking her, offering her praise she has earned.

She jokes in return and Lester knows then that the status quo has returned. He sits back in his chair. He slides forward, pushing himself towards Connor, but sitting sideways in the only space available. Connor’s face touches him, a cheek rubbing along his knee. It offers approval for his actions and is a thank you in itself. He fights to keep his hands above the desk, flipping papers as he finishes his conversation.

He wonders idly if he can get Connor out of the ARC and home still bound.