From This Moment On - primeval fic
Title: From This Moment On
Rating:NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Stephen Hart/Nick Cutter
Warnings: Slash. Sex, First Times - not betaed, just spellchecked, so apologies for any glaring errors I’ve missed.
Spoilers: Mild ones for episode 6
Summary: Stephen goes to apologise and finds out what he’s been missing for so long.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I’m just playing with the property of ITV, the production company and the actors
Stephen’s hand shook as he knocked on Nick’s front door. He was startled as it was flung open, stumbling back.
He didn’t want to, but couldn’t help looking up into a pair of pale blue eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Cutter asked wearily.
“I had to, to say sorry, really sorry.” He said; every word an effort.
“I suppose you’d better come in then, better than standing out in the street.”
Cutter led him into the living room. The older man stood, silent and unmoving.
Stephen was uncomfortable. What had he done coming here; it had been a big mistake. He’d never be forgiven for what he’d done with Helen. Not that any of it had been about Helen; it had all been about him, and Nick.
Suddenly he was pushed against the wall. Strong hands at his shoulders.
“You really think I didn’t know what all that was about?” Cutter drawled.
“Did you think I was that blind all these years little boy.”
Stephen was shocked, Nick had known. His mind screamed at him, all the feelings he’d thought he’d kept secret flashing through it. The dating of women, even this man’s wife, to try and hide his real feelings.
He felt tears forming behind his closed eyes. Cutter would hate him even more now.
“Open your eyes Stephen,” he said, a hint of mocking in his voice.
“You never even realised how I felt did you. All that time you were with my wife, and all I was thinking about was you.” Cutter wrapped one hand in Stephen’s hair, pulling his head up; the younger man’s blue eyes met his.
“I think you owe me, don’t you.” he sneered, in a way deliberately calculated to keep the other man on edge.
He grabbed Stephen’s wrists and swiftly led him through to the bedroom. Pushing him hard, he fell back on to the bed, a slightly dazed look in his eyes, as though he was slightly unsure of what was going on.
Cutter sat on the edge of the bed.
Although he wanted the younger man to realise how hard it had been for him to keep his feelings locked away all these years, he also wanted him to see what he’d missed out on, and how much he cared about him. This should be something to remember in the best of ways, if all worked out as he hoped it would.
Stephen started to struggle up, not sure what was going on.
“Stay just where you are” Cutter said softly. “Listen to what I’ve got to say, then if you want to leave you can.”
There was a small nod in answer.
He smoothed back the dark hair, stroking his fingers over Stephen’s forehead.
“I felt something for you the minute I saw you, all those years ago. Most of what Helen and I had was convenience. But she was my wife, and I had to know what happened to her, and why she did what she did. All that time though, it was you, you were who I thought about when I made love to her.”
He met the younger man’s eyes, which had widened in astonishment.
“Enough of this.” Leaning over, his warm dry lips finally, forcefully met Stephen’s. Taking what they had been denied for so long.
With a groan of relief the other man couldn’t help but part his lips, and let Cutter take what they both needed.
Their tongues danced and tangled with each other, in their discovery of the unique taste and texture of one another.
“Stand up, “ he said firmly, pressing a swift kiss to the younger mans lips. He drew Stephen to his feet, enchanted by the young mans willingness.
He gently cupped, the beautiful face.
“Are you sure about this Stephen.” He asked, heart in his mouth, because he still wasn’t entirely certain.
“So sure. Wanted this for so long, I’m not even sure what to do, now I’ve got you.” He said sadly.
Cutter smiled.
“Just leave it all to me little boy, ok.” He said, making it a statement not a request.
Stephen nodded and smiled; calm flooding through him, pushing back the anxiety and uncertainty.
Cutter slowly undressed him, piece by piece. Kissing and licking each piece of skin, as it was uncovered. Determined to take his time over this first wonderful unwrapping of Stephen’s body, treating it as the wonderful gift he felt it was.
Eventually he’d divested the young man of all clothing. Stephen’s cock was already erect and leaking; the only sounds heard from him, soft moans of arousal.
Cutter laid him down on the bed and placed a finger over his lips. A soft warm tongue flicked out and licked it. Stephen smiled up at him, blue eyes flashing.
Holding the young mans eyes as he quickly undressed; he watched as those gorgeous lips were provocatively licked.
Unable to hold back any longer he pounced with a growl, ravishing the young mans’ mouth.
“You were teasing.”
Stephen moaned in reply.
“Little boys who tease need to be taught a lesson.”
“Please Sir, teach me a lesson.” Was the quiet reply.
Cutter felt his crotch grinding into his own.
He moved back and placed his hands on Stephens’ thighs, forcing him back into the bed.
“In my time. I’ll tell you when you can come.”
All he got was a soft moan in reply.
Nick placed Stephen’s hands above his head.
“Keep them there, “ he said, biting and licking the earlobe.
He was so hard; all he wanted to do was thrust into the beautiful willing body beneath him. The restraint of the past few years made him want to draw this out for as long as possible. He doubted that he would be able to hold back for much longer.
Working his way down, he licked the pert brown nipples; blowing on them, he smiled as they became even more erect.
Licking Stephen’s skin he simply couldn’t get enough of the taste of the young man.
Carefully avoiding the rock hard leaking cock, he reached the perfect, soft balls. Taking one in his mouth, he sucked it and rolled it around with his tongue, eventually moving on to the other one. He sucked with suck intensity as if he wanted to transfuse his love for this man, through his actions.
Pulling away, he reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. Kneeling back he spread the young mans legs. Putting lube on his fingers, he placed them at Stephens hole. As he touched the hot skin he felt the thrusting movement against them.
“Patience” he whispered, as he thrust one finger straight inside.
He almost came on the spot as heat enveloped his finger. Working it around he found the hard nub inside and stroked it.
A loud groan was heard in reply.
“Please, please Sir, I’m going to come”
Cutter quickly worked two, and then three fingers inside; treading a fine line between doing it as fast as he could, and not hurting the young man.
He unwrapped the condom and rolled it on. He placed his cock at Stephen’s entrance
“Stephen. Stephen. Look at me.”
A pair of lust filled eyes looked up at him.
He smiled.
“I want to see those beautiful blue eyes when I make you come little boy.”
Stephen groaned, and Cutter thrust inside him in one swift movement.
A yell filled the room.
“Move please Sir.”
Cutter smiled, and moved.
Each thrust of his cock hit the young mans prostate. Faster and faster, he took them both to heights they never knew they could reach.
He felt himself on the edge and knew he could hold on for no longer.
“You can come little boy.”
Stephen shook, as his cock exploded and lights flashed behind his eyes, which he couldn’t help but close.
Cutter gave was final enormous thrust, and came. He lay down, enclosing Stephen in his arms.
He felt the young man move his arms, where he’d kept them as he’d been told to.
There they fell asleep, holding one another, as they’d dreamed they would.
Rating:NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Stephen Hart/Nick Cutter
Warnings: Slash. Sex, First Times - not betaed, just spellchecked, so apologies for any glaring errors I’ve missed.
Spoilers: Mild ones for episode 6
Summary: Stephen goes to apologise and finds out what he’s been missing for so long.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I’m just playing with the property of ITV, the production company and the actors
Stephen’s hand shook as he knocked on Nick’s front door. He was startled as it was flung open, stumbling back.
He didn’t want to, but couldn’t help looking up into a pair of pale blue eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Cutter asked wearily.
“I had to, to say sorry, really sorry.” He said; every word an effort.
“I suppose you’d better come in then, better than standing out in the street.”
Cutter led him into the living room. The older man stood, silent and unmoving.
Stephen was uncomfortable. What had he done coming here; it had been a big mistake. He’d never be forgiven for what he’d done with Helen. Not that any of it had been about Helen; it had all been about him, and Nick.
Suddenly he was pushed against the wall. Strong hands at his shoulders.
“You really think I didn’t know what all that was about?” Cutter drawled.
“Did you think I was that blind all these years little boy.”
Stephen was shocked, Nick had known. His mind screamed at him, all the feelings he’d thought he’d kept secret flashing through it. The dating of women, even this man’s wife, to try and hide his real feelings.
He felt tears forming behind his closed eyes. Cutter would hate him even more now.
“Open your eyes Stephen,” he said, a hint of mocking in his voice.
“You never even realised how I felt did you. All that time you were with my wife, and all I was thinking about was you.” Cutter wrapped one hand in Stephen’s hair, pulling his head up; the younger man’s blue eyes met his.
“I think you owe me, don’t you.” he sneered, in a way deliberately calculated to keep the other man on edge.
He grabbed Stephen’s wrists and swiftly led him through to the bedroom. Pushing him hard, he fell back on to the bed, a slightly dazed look in his eyes, as though he was slightly unsure of what was going on.
Cutter sat on the edge of the bed.
Although he wanted the younger man to realise how hard it had been for him to keep his feelings locked away all these years, he also wanted him to see what he’d missed out on, and how much he cared about him. This should be something to remember in the best of ways, if all worked out as he hoped it would.
Stephen started to struggle up, not sure what was going on.
“Stay just where you are” Cutter said softly. “Listen to what I’ve got to say, then if you want to leave you can.”
There was a small nod in answer.
He smoothed back the dark hair, stroking his fingers over Stephen’s forehead.
“I felt something for you the minute I saw you, all those years ago. Most of what Helen and I had was convenience. But she was my wife, and I had to know what happened to her, and why she did what she did. All that time though, it was you, you were who I thought about when I made love to her.”
He met the younger man’s eyes, which had widened in astonishment.
“Enough of this.” Leaning over, his warm dry lips finally, forcefully met Stephen’s. Taking what they had been denied for so long.
With a groan of relief the other man couldn’t help but part his lips, and let Cutter take what they both needed.
Their tongues danced and tangled with each other, in their discovery of the unique taste and texture of one another.
“Stand up, “ he said firmly, pressing a swift kiss to the younger mans lips. He drew Stephen to his feet, enchanted by the young mans willingness.
He gently cupped, the beautiful face.
“Are you sure about this Stephen.” He asked, heart in his mouth, because he still wasn’t entirely certain.
“So sure. Wanted this for so long, I’m not even sure what to do, now I’ve got you.” He said sadly.
Cutter smiled.
“Just leave it all to me little boy, ok.” He said, making it a statement not a request.
Stephen nodded and smiled; calm flooding through him, pushing back the anxiety and uncertainty.
Cutter slowly undressed him, piece by piece. Kissing and licking each piece of skin, as it was uncovered. Determined to take his time over this first wonderful unwrapping of Stephen’s body, treating it as the wonderful gift he felt it was.
Eventually he’d divested the young man of all clothing. Stephen’s cock was already erect and leaking; the only sounds heard from him, soft moans of arousal.
Cutter laid him down on the bed and placed a finger over his lips. A soft warm tongue flicked out and licked it. Stephen smiled up at him, blue eyes flashing.
Holding the young mans eyes as he quickly undressed; he watched as those gorgeous lips were provocatively licked.
Unable to hold back any longer he pounced with a growl, ravishing the young mans’ mouth.
“You were teasing.”
Stephen moaned in reply.
“Little boys who tease need to be taught a lesson.”
“Please Sir, teach me a lesson.” Was the quiet reply.
Cutter felt his crotch grinding into his own.
He moved back and placed his hands on Stephens’ thighs, forcing him back into the bed.
“In my time. I’ll tell you when you can come.”
All he got was a soft moan in reply.
Nick placed Stephen’s hands above his head.
“Keep them there, “ he said, biting and licking the earlobe.
He was so hard; all he wanted to do was thrust into the beautiful willing body beneath him. The restraint of the past few years made him want to draw this out for as long as possible. He doubted that he would be able to hold back for much longer.
Working his way down, he licked the pert brown nipples; blowing on them, he smiled as they became even more erect.
Licking Stephen’s skin he simply couldn’t get enough of the taste of the young man.
Carefully avoiding the rock hard leaking cock, he reached the perfect, soft balls. Taking one in his mouth, he sucked it and rolled it around with his tongue, eventually moving on to the other one. He sucked with suck intensity as if he wanted to transfuse his love for this man, through his actions.
Pulling away, he reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. Kneeling back he spread the young mans legs. Putting lube on his fingers, he placed them at Stephens hole. As he touched the hot skin he felt the thrusting movement against them.
“Patience” he whispered, as he thrust one finger straight inside.
He almost came on the spot as heat enveloped his finger. Working it around he found the hard nub inside and stroked it.
A loud groan was heard in reply.
“Please, please Sir, I’m going to come”
Cutter quickly worked two, and then three fingers inside; treading a fine line between doing it as fast as he could, and not hurting the young man.
He unwrapped the condom and rolled it on. He placed his cock at Stephen’s entrance
“Stephen. Stephen. Look at me.”
A pair of lust filled eyes looked up at him.
He smiled.
“I want to see those beautiful blue eyes when I make you come little boy.”
Stephen groaned, and Cutter thrust inside him in one swift movement.
A yell filled the room.
“Move please Sir.”
Cutter smiled, and moved.
Each thrust of his cock hit the young mans prostate. Faster and faster, he took them both to heights they never knew they could reach.
He felt himself on the edge and knew he could hold on for no longer.
“You can come little boy.”
Stephen shook, as his cock exploded and lights flashed behind his eyes, which he couldn’t help but close.
Cutter gave was final enormous thrust, and came. He lay down, enclosing Stephen in his arms.
He felt the young man move his arms, where he’d kept them as he’d been told to.
There they fell asleep, holding one another, as they’d dreamed they would.