Straight Edge
My inability to write is sadly still on going, but before it hit I had started work on a prequel to my BLT series with Connor and Lester. Because I have no concept of writing in a linear way, I have bits and pieces from all over the place. When I told fredbassett and lukadreaming that I had one complete chapter from somewhere in the middle I was gently ordered to post it. So here it is. All you need to know is that Lester and Connor have had a bit of an argument and Lester has some making up to do.
Title: Straight Edge - a chapter from Blue Rose
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Connor
Rating: PG
AN: Not betad. Sorry.
Connor slipped on a pair of boxers and wandered into the bathroom. He leant against the door frame and watched Lester. The older man was in front of the sink, wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms and splashing water onto his face.
“We need to talk about last night.” Connor said.
Lester looked at him in the mirror and raised his eyebrows in enquiry.
“You don’t trust me.”
Lester braced his hands on the sink and stared at Connor through the mirror, but Connor’s gaze didn’t waver. Lester sighed.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. But I do trust you. Will you let me show you?”
Connor moved then to come and stand behind him. He slipped his arms around Lester’s waist and kissed his shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror again.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I want to.” Lester turned around in Connor’s embrace. “You’ve watched me shave, today you do it for me.”
“What?”
“I want you to shave me.” Lester released himself from Connor’s grasp and moved to sit on the lowered toilet seat. “I’d hurry up if I were you, we need to get to work at some point today.”
Connor nodded. The sink was already full of warm water, but Lester’s face was drying. Connor picked up the shaving brush from the side of the sink and swirled it in the water, soaking the bristles. He knelt down next to Lester and used the brush to dampen Lester’s skin again.
Then he reached back up and retrieved the soap bowl. Connor soaked the brush again and rubbed it against the shaving soap. Then he lifted it to Lester’s face and used small circles to build up a lather on his skin, dipping the brush in the water occasionally.
The motions were smooth and Connor found the process soothing. Lester had his eyes closed and his breathing was slow and even. Connor raised one finger and ran it down Lester’s neck making the other man quirk a smile and fidget.
“Tickles. What are you doing?”
“Checking the consistency. Feels okay to me. Is it okay for you?”
“It’s fine, Connor. Carry on.”
Connor used the brush to re-cover the area he had swiped with his finger before putting it down. He reached for the long razor blade and dipped it in the water before turning back to Lester. Connor readjusted his position and leaned further forwards. Lester’s eyes were still closed and his breathing still steady. Connor wished his was.
He swallowed and placed his left hand on Lester’s face above his cheek bone. He pulled the skin taught and rested the blade on Lester’s cheek. He took a deep breath and ran the blade down. He could hear the distinctive scrape of metal against bristle and he took a sense of satisfaction from the strip of smooth skin that appeared.
He let out the breath he had barely realised he had been holding, and rinsed off the blade. He worked his way around Lester’s face, holding the skin tight, gently running the blade through the lather. Clean, smooth skin glowed behind each sweep of the blade and before long Lester’s face was completely shaved.
As Connor cleaned the blade again he shuffled even closer to Lester, nudging the other man’s knees apart to situate himself between them. Lester opened his eyes to look at him and gave him a gentle, encouraging smile. Connor smiled back and Lester’s eyes closed again.
Connor took another deep breath and guided Lester’s head back and slightly to the side. This time Connor’s spare hand lay against Lester’s neck. He pulled the skin tight again then placed the blade under Lester’s jaw bone. He let out his breath slowly then pulled the razor downwards. Another path was cleared in the lather and Connor ran a finger down Lester’s skin. He felt Lester’s pulse under his finger tip, strong and regular. He moved his hand back, this time near the hollow of Lester’s throat and brought the blade back to his skin.
He continued slowly until Lester’s neck was as clean as smooth as his face. Connor rinsed the blade once more, before picking up a flannel and running it under warm water. He pressed it gently against Lester’s face, soothing the skin and dabbing away the remnants of the foam.
Lester opened his eyes as Connor put down the flannel and traced his fingers along Lester’s jaw. Connor dipped his head and moved close, his tongue following the path his finger had traced along Lester’s neck and over his pulse, tasting the smooth skin. He pulled back and Lester lifted his arms and wrapped them around Connor’s waist, pulling him closer and into a kiss. Connor dropped his hands to Lester’s shoulders and kissed him back until Lester pulled away.
“Do you believe me now?”
Connor nodded.
“Good boy. Now get up so we can get ready for work.”
Connor stood and moved away, letting Lester stand. Suddenly Lester’s arms were around his waist again and Connor felt himself being pulled tightly back against Lester’s body and his mouth pressed against his ear.
“And next time I will use to the razor to shave you.”
“But you know I like having a beard.” Connor was confused.
“Who said anything about your face?”
Title: Straight Edge - a chapter from Blue Rose
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Connor
Rating: PG
AN: Not betad. Sorry.
Connor slipped on a pair of boxers and wandered into the bathroom. He leant against the door frame and watched Lester. The older man was in front of the sink, wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms and splashing water onto his face.
“We need to talk about last night.” Connor said.
Lester looked at him in the mirror and raised his eyebrows in enquiry.
“You don’t trust me.”
Lester braced his hands on the sink and stared at Connor through the mirror, but Connor’s gaze didn’t waver. Lester sighed.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. But I do trust you. Will you let me show you?”
Connor moved then to come and stand behind him. He slipped his arms around Lester’s waist and kissed his shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror again.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I want to.” Lester turned around in Connor’s embrace. “You’ve watched me shave, today you do it for me.”
“What?”
“I want you to shave me.” Lester released himself from Connor’s grasp and moved to sit on the lowered toilet seat. “I’d hurry up if I were you, we need to get to work at some point today.”
Connor nodded. The sink was already full of warm water, but Lester’s face was drying. Connor picked up the shaving brush from the side of the sink and swirled it in the water, soaking the bristles. He knelt down next to Lester and used the brush to dampen Lester’s skin again.
Then he reached back up and retrieved the soap bowl. Connor soaked the brush again and rubbed it against the shaving soap. Then he lifted it to Lester’s face and used small circles to build up a lather on his skin, dipping the brush in the water occasionally.
The motions were smooth and Connor found the process soothing. Lester had his eyes closed and his breathing was slow and even. Connor raised one finger and ran it down Lester’s neck making the other man quirk a smile and fidget.
“Tickles. What are you doing?”
“Checking the consistency. Feels okay to me. Is it okay for you?”
“It’s fine, Connor. Carry on.”
Connor used the brush to re-cover the area he had swiped with his finger before putting it down. He reached for the long razor blade and dipped it in the water before turning back to Lester. Connor readjusted his position and leaned further forwards. Lester’s eyes were still closed and his breathing still steady. Connor wished his was.
He swallowed and placed his left hand on Lester’s face above his cheek bone. He pulled the skin taught and rested the blade on Lester’s cheek. He took a deep breath and ran the blade down. He could hear the distinctive scrape of metal against bristle and he took a sense of satisfaction from the strip of smooth skin that appeared.
He let out the breath he had barely realised he had been holding, and rinsed off the blade. He worked his way around Lester’s face, holding the skin tight, gently running the blade through the lather. Clean, smooth skin glowed behind each sweep of the blade and before long Lester’s face was completely shaved.
As Connor cleaned the blade again he shuffled even closer to Lester, nudging the other man’s knees apart to situate himself between them. Lester opened his eyes to look at him and gave him a gentle, encouraging smile. Connor smiled back and Lester’s eyes closed again.
Connor took another deep breath and guided Lester’s head back and slightly to the side. This time Connor’s spare hand lay against Lester’s neck. He pulled the skin tight again then placed the blade under Lester’s jaw bone. He let out his breath slowly then pulled the razor downwards. Another path was cleared in the lather and Connor ran a finger down Lester’s skin. He felt Lester’s pulse under his finger tip, strong and regular. He moved his hand back, this time near the hollow of Lester’s throat and brought the blade back to his skin.
He continued slowly until Lester’s neck was as clean as smooth as his face. Connor rinsed the blade once more, before picking up a flannel and running it under warm water. He pressed it gently against Lester’s face, soothing the skin and dabbing away the remnants of the foam.
Lester opened his eyes as Connor put down the flannel and traced his fingers along Lester’s jaw. Connor dipped his head and moved close, his tongue following the path his finger had traced along Lester’s neck and over his pulse, tasting the smooth skin. He pulled back and Lester lifted his arms and wrapped them around Connor’s waist, pulling him closer and into a kiss. Connor dropped his hands to Lester’s shoulders and kissed him back until Lester pulled away.
“Do you believe me now?”
Connor nodded.
“Good boy. Now get up so we can get ready for work.”
Connor stood and moved away, letting Lester stand. Suddenly Lester’s arms were around his waist again and Connor felt himself being pulled tightly back against Lester’s body and his mouth pressed against his ear.
“And next time I will use to the razor to shave you.”
“But you know I like having a beard.” Connor was confused.
“Who said anything about your face?”