FIC: Letting Go, Stephen/Lester, FRAO
Title: Letting Go
Author: Kez
Fandom: Primeval
Character(s): James Lester/Stephen Hart
Rating: FRAO
Category: Established Relationship, Plot-what-Plot
Summary: Lester needs to let go of things, Stephen makes sure he does.
Notes: Beta'd by the as ever fabulous fredbassett.
Warning: N/A
Word Count: 1930
Lester sighed, rolling his shoulders. He felt like he'd been sitting for days, every muscle protesting against the movement when he forced himself to stand.
As coffee seemed like a good idea, and an excuse to exercise stiff muscles, he headed out of his office and down the ramp towards the rec room.
It was late, after midnight, so only the skeleton crew were around. To be polite, Lester offered a nod to the man sitting at the anomaly but he didn't stop to check up on him. If anything was wrong, he assumed he'd be told and if it wasn't, he didn't need to hear about the minute details involved in running the ADD.
The smell of fresh coffee was wafting out of the recreation room by the time Lester approached the door and he fervently hoped that whoever had made it had already returned to their station. An enclosed space like the rec room encouraged conversation and he just wasn't interested in that at this hour.
"I was expecting you earlier," Stephen said, startling him.
"Stephen? I thought you’d gone home?" Lester said.
"I would have done, but my lover was being stubborn and trying to carry the worries of the world on his shoulders," Stephen said, handing a mug of coffee, already prepared, to Lester.
"I have to..."
"James," Stephen said. "Drink your coffee."
Lester sighed and took a seat at the table, bringing the mug to his lips. "Thank you," he murmured.
*~*~*~*~*
Stephen stood behind Lester, hands going to his shoulders. Lester had taken his jacket of at some point so it made it easier to massage his shoulders. "Just drink your coffee and relax," he told the other man.
Lester's shoulders hunched briefly, before he relaxed, head nodding forward slightly, a deep sigh escaping him.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself every time something goes wrong," Stephen said softly. "If there is blame, there is plenty to go around. Only a very small portion, if any, belongs with you."
"Do you think the ministers see it like that?" Lester asked. "Do you think that will stop them cutting our funding, or..."
"James," Stephen said pointedly. "Right now, I couldn't give a fuck. I'm not going to watch you work yourself into a stroke. So either we go home, or we go to one of the bunk rooms, but either way you are not going back to your office."
"I have too..."
Stephen's fingers dug into a particularly vicious knot and Lester cursed.
"Home. Or bunk room," Stephen repeated.
Lester sighed softly, signalling his acceptance of defeat. "Bunk room," he said. "I'm not sure I can make it home at this point."
Stephen dropped a kiss on the top of Lester's head at the quiet admission. "Come on, let's get some rest."
*~*~*~*~*
Stephen dragged him to the bunk rooms, stripped him of his tie, shirt, shoes, socks and trousers, and forced him into a bed that was really too narrow for two grown men. Stephen followed him in, curling around his back like his own personal human blanket.
"Just sleep," Stephen murmured. "Everything else will keep until tomorrow."
"Or until the anomaly detector starts bleeting at us," Lester offered the suggestion with a hint of humour, but he knew it had fallen flat.
Stephen squeezed an arm tightly around his waist and pressed a kiss against his shoulder. "Or until then," he agreed.
Lester sighed and closed his eyes, trying to relax back into Stephen's embrace and even out his breathing.
It was late. He was exhausted. And he had Stephen wrapped around him like a security blanket. But no matter how long he lay there in the dark, eyes stubbornly closed, counting each breath to keep it steady, sleep did not come.
At home, he might have sneaked out of bed, gone to read, or even to work in his study, but here, Stephen was between him and escape, unless he suddenly developed the ability to drill holes in walls with his eyes. Maybe he could claim to need the bathroom... hope Stephen fell back to sleep before he realised Lester hadn't come back...
"You're supposed to be sleeping," Stephen muttered, like he was reading Lester's mind.
"I am trying," Lester said tersely.
Stephen sighed, but instead of calling Lester on his unnecessary snapping, his hand dropped from its resting place on Lester's stomach and lightly fondled his balls.
"Stephen..."
"You're strung tighter than a violin, so if we're not going to sleep, we're going to fuck," Stephen said.
"I'm quite sure I don't have the energy to get it up," Lester said.
Stephen chuckled. "Oh really? That sounds like a challenge..."
*~*~*~*~*
Lester groaned softly, as Stephen's hand expertly started to tease his cock and balls. It felt good, pleasure tingling along his spine.
"You need to let go," Stephen said, thumb stroking over the head of Lester's cock, which was still not even half-hard. "Let me make you feel good..."
Lester gasped, thrusting his hips slightly. "Stephen..." the name came out as a moan.
He wanted more. Wanted Stephen to keep touching him, but there was a level of frustration because he was so tired and his body just wasn't up to it.
"Fuck me," he choked out.
"James..."
"Please, Stephen..." Lester wriggled back against his lover’s body, Stephen's cock fully hard and resting against the dip at the bottom of his back. "Fuck me."
Stephen muttered a curse, but his warmth disappeared from Lester's back and Lester lay, listening to the rustle of clothes before Stephen was back. "Roll onto your stomach," Stephen encouraged softly, hand on Lester's hip, until Lester complied.
He expected the sharp snap of a cap opening, the cool sensation of gel when Stephen's hands spread apart his arse cheeks and he groaned when what he got instead was a warm, wet tongue, sliding along the crease, teasing lightly back and forth over his hole.
"Stephen..."
*~*~*~*~*
Stephen knew why Lester had asked to be fucked, knew the other man was so tightly wound that he was chasing the pleasure, but not ready to give himself up to it. He didn't even think Lester knew he was in that state, but Stephen was determined he'd make Lester let go before he was done.
Lapping softly at the tight ring of muscle, Stephen felt Lester's moans as much as he heard them, each one joined by shivers down the long expanse of his lover’s back. Stephen knew Lester enjoyed this, the intimacy that was somehow even more than when they were fucking and it didn't take long for the soft moans to turn into long, whining pleas.
"Stephen... please, God please..."
Stephen smiled against Lester's arse, nipping lightly at the fleshy part of one cheek before returning to the task of driving Lester out of his mind, pressing his tongue hard against the tight hole until he could get inside, twirling lightly.
"Please..."
Lester's plea was coupled with a long, helpless groan and Stephen knew Lester well enough, knew how he thought, felt, moved, now after all these months, to know when he had the other man exactly where he wanted him.
Usually, there was a lot more concern for mutual pleasure, Stephen just as eager to get off as Lester, to bury himself inside him and make them both come, but this was all about Lester and he trailed kisses up Lester's spine, nuzzling at the back of his neck.
Popping the cap on the lube he'd retrieved from his gear, he pressed a finger between the cheeks of Lester's arse, sliding one into his hole, feeling the muscles tensing, but not enough to stop him getting inside, twisting deeper, until he could graze lightly against Lester's prostate.
"Oh God..." Lester groaned.
"Relax..." Stephen murmured, pressing a second finger against his arse.
*~*~*~*~*
Lester groaned, trying to do as he was told, need was coiling in his gut. Even his cock was responding more favourably now, twitching every time Stephen's fingers brushed over his prostate.
God, he wanted it. He wanted Stephen inside him. His fingers felt so good. Too much and not enough. But Stephen was steady, a steady presence, warm and familiar, fingers drilling into him, slowly stretching him.
Lester groaned again, wriggling impatiently. "Dear God, please..."
Another finger pressed inside him, three stretching, pulling helpless groans from him, battering down the walls of control, the desire for more overriding everything else until Lester couldn't think of nothing but Stephen fucking him.
"Please... please...."
Stephen murmured softly against his neck, words Lester couldn't quite make out, as the fingers in his arse slipped out, leaving him empty and wanting.
"Up..." Stephen ordered, louder, his tone a little more forceful as he shifted their positions, so that he was on his back, slicking his own cock, while Lester balanced over him.
Lester swallowed. He loved to watch Stephen do this, fuck himself on Lester's cock, but he didn't know if he could...
"Let go, James," Stephen said. "There is no one here but us... and all I care about is making you feel good, no games, no pressure, just pleasure."
Lester nodded, sucking in a deep breath and manoeuvring so that Stephen's cock was pressed against his arse.
"That's it..." Stephen encouraged softly.
Lester bit his lip as he sank slowly onto Stephen's cock, nails digging into Stephen's arms for balance. Stephen hissed, but didn't say anything and Lester released his grip as soon as he was fully seated, Stephen deep inside him, his arse resting against his young lover’s thighs.
"Do it," Stephen said. "Let me see you..."
Lester groaned softly, as he moved, hands moving to Stephen's chest for leverage as he rose up and slid back down, a soft cry tearing from his throat when Stephen's cock battered his prostate.
It was... oh God, Lester groaned, repeating the movement, over and over, each sound ripping from him deeper, needier, not giving a damn if the entire ARC heard them as he gave himself up with abandon.
This is what he needed, just this, pleasure sparking every nerve, using Stephen for his own pleasure, everything forgotten except the intense need to come, to fly apart and come back together renewed and...
"Stephen!"
Come splattered Stephen's chest and stomach, Lester's cock bouncing with each thrust as he kept fucking himself on Stephen's cock, too good, too good, he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, striving for more, more, more... until he collapsed, shaking against Stephen's chest, gasping for breath, wrung out and fighting the urge to just close his eyes and sleep as Stephen stoked down his spine, his hips still thrusting lightly, cock still hard in Lester's arse.
Lester tightened his muscles, mouth latching onto a perky nipple, biting, sucking using the last dregs of energy to bring Stephen off.
*~*~*~*~*
Stephen watched Lester curl up beside him, face smoothed out in sleep. He was exhausted and Stephen knew he'd sleep through the night, longer if Stephen had any say, although he knew Lester would complain if he let him sleep too late.
Pressing a kiss against Lester's sweaty back, he curled around the other man, smiling at the soft, contented snuffle, Lester made. Lester would be so embarrassed if he knew he made sounds like that, but Stephen liked it. The little things that made him more human, that meant he might need Stephen as much as Stephen needed him sometimes.
Stephen smiled to himself again, pressing another kiss against sweaty skin. "Sweet dreams," he murmured softly.
They both needed them.
Author: Kez
Fandom: Primeval
Character(s): James Lester/Stephen Hart
Rating: FRAO
Category: Established Relationship, Plot-what-Plot
Summary: Lester needs to let go of things, Stephen makes sure he does.
Notes: Beta'd by the as ever fabulous fredbassett.
Warning: N/A
Word Count: 1930
Lester sighed, rolling his shoulders. He felt like he'd been sitting for days, every muscle protesting against the movement when he forced himself to stand.
As coffee seemed like a good idea, and an excuse to exercise stiff muscles, he headed out of his office and down the ramp towards the rec room.
It was late, after midnight, so only the skeleton crew were around. To be polite, Lester offered a nod to the man sitting at the anomaly but he didn't stop to check up on him. If anything was wrong, he assumed he'd be told and if it wasn't, he didn't need to hear about the minute details involved in running the ADD.
The smell of fresh coffee was wafting out of the recreation room by the time Lester approached the door and he fervently hoped that whoever had made it had already returned to their station. An enclosed space like the rec room encouraged conversation and he just wasn't interested in that at this hour.
"I was expecting you earlier," Stephen said, startling him.
"Stephen? I thought you’d gone home?" Lester said.
"I would have done, but my lover was being stubborn and trying to carry the worries of the world on his shoulders," Stephen said, handing a mug of coffee, already prepared, to Lester.
"I have to..."
"James," Stephen said. "Drink your coffee."
Lester sighed and took a seat at the table, bringing the mug to his lips. "Thank you," he murmured.
*~*~*~*~*
Stephen stood behind Lester, hands going to his shoulders. Lester had taken his jacket of at some point so it made it easier to massage his shoulders. "Just drink your coffee and relax," he told the other man.
Lester's shoulders hunched briefly, before he relaxed, head nodding forward slightly, a deep sigh escaping him.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself every time something goes wrong," Stephen said softly. "If there is blame, there is plenty to go around. Only a very small portion, if any, belongs with you."
"Do you think the ministers see it like that?" Lester asked. "Do you think that will stop them cutting our funding, or..."
"James," Stephen said pointedly. "Right now, I couldn't give a fuck. I'm not going to watch you work yourself into a stroke. So either we go home, or we go to one of the bunk rooms, but either way you are not going back to your office."
"I have too..."
Stephen's fingers dug into a particularly vicious knot and Lester cursed.
"Home. Or bunk room," Stephen repeated.
Lester sighed softly, signalling his acceptance of defeat. "Bunk room," he said. "I'm not sure I can make it home at this point."
Stephen dropped a kiss on the top of Lester's head at the quiet admission. "Come on, let's get some rest."
*~*~*~*~*
Stephen dragged him to the bunk rooms, stripped him of his tie, shirt, shoes, socks and trousers, and forced him into a bed that was really too narrow for two grown men. Stephen followed him in, curling around his back like his own personal human blanket.
"Just sleep," Stephen murmured. "Everything else will keep until tomorrow."
"Or until the anomaly detector starts bleeting at us," Lester offered the suggestion with a hint of humour, but he knew it had fallen flat.
Stephen squeezed an arm tightly around his waist and pressed a kiss against his shoulder. "Or until then," he agreed.
Lester sighed and closed his eyes, trying to relax back into Stephen's embrace and even out his breathing.
It was late. He was exhausted. And he had Stephen wrapped around him like a security blanket. But no matter how long he lay there in the dark, eyes stubbornly closed, counting each breath to keep it steady, sleep did not come.
At home, he might have sneaked out of bed, gone to read, or even to work in his study, but here, Stephen was between him and escape, unless he suddenly developed the ability to drill holes in walls with his eyes. Maybe he could claim to need the bathroom... hope Stephen fell back to sleep before he realised Lester hadn't come back...
"You're supposed to be sleeping," Stephen muttered, like he was reading Lester's mind.
"I am trying," Lester said tersely.
Stephen sighed, but instead of calling Lester on his unnecessary snapping, his hand dropped from its resting place on Lester's stomach and lightly fondled his balls.
"Stephen..."
"You're strung tighter than a violin, so if we're not going to sleep, we're going to fuck," Stephen said.
"I'm quite sure I don't have the energy to get it up," Lester said.
Stephen chuckled. "Oh really? That sounds like a challenge..."
*~*~*~*~*
Lester groaned softly, as Stephen's hand expertly started to tease his cock and balls. It felt good, pleasure tingling along his spine.
"You need to let go," Stephen said, thumb stroking over the head of Lester's cock, which was still not even half-hard. "Let me make you feel good..."
Lester gasped, thrusting his hips slightly. "Stephen..." the name came out as a moan.
He wanted more. Wanted Stephen to keep touching him, but there was a level of frustration because he was so tired and his body just wasn't up to it.
"Fuck me," he choked out.
"James..."
"Please, Stephen..." Lester wriggled back against his lover’s body, Stephen's cock fully hard and resting against the dip at the bottom of his back. "Fuck me."
Stephen muttered a curse, but his warmth disappeared from Lester's back and Lester lay, listening to the rustle of clothes before Stephen was back. "Roll onto your stomach," Stephen encouraged softly, hand on Lester's hip, until Lester complied.
He expected the sharp snap of a cap opening, the cool sensation of gel when Stephen's hands spread apart his arse cheeks and he groaned when what he got instead was a warm, wet tongue, sliding along the crease, teasing lightly back and forth over his hole.
"Stephen..."
*~*~*~*~*
Stephen knew why Lester had asked to be fucked, knew the other man was so tightly wound that he was chasing the pleasure, but not ready to give himself up to it. He didn't even think Lester knew he was in that state, but Stephen was determined he'd make Lester let go before he was done.
Lapping softly at the tight ring of muscle, Stephen felt Lester's moans as much as he heard them, each one joined by shivers down the long expanse of his lover’s back. Stephen knew Lester enjoyed this, the intimacy that was somehow even more than when they were fucking and it didn't take long for the soft moans to turn into long, whining pleas.
"Stephen... please, God please..."
Stephen smiled against Lester's arse, nipping lightly at the fleshy part of one cheek before returning to the task of driving Lester out of his mind, pressing his tongue hard against the tight hole until he could get inside, twirling lightly.
"Please..."
Lester's plea was coupled with a long, helpless groan and Stephen knew Lester well enough, knew how he thought, felt, moved, now after all these months, to know when he had the other man exactly where he wanted him.
Usually, there was a lot more concern for mutual pleasure, Stephen just as eager to get off as Lester, to bury himself inside him and make them both come, but this was all about Lester and he trailed kisses up Lester's spine, nuzzling at the back of his neck.
Popping the cap on the lube he'd retrieved from his gear, he pressed a finger between the cheeks of Lester's arse, sliding one into his hole, feeling the muscles tensing, but not enough to stop him getting inside, twisting deeper, until he could graze lightly against Lester's prostate.
"Oh God..." Lester groaned.
"Relax..." Stephen murmured, pressing a second finger against his arse.
*~*~*~*~*
Lester groaned, trying to do as he was told, need was coiling in his gut. Even his cock was responding more favourably now, twitching every time Stephen's fingers brushed over his prostate.
God, he wanted it. He wanted Stephen inside him. His fingers felt so good. Too much and not enough. But Stephen was steady, a steady presence, warm and familiar, fingers drilling into him, slowly stretching him.
Lester groaned again, wriggling impatiently. "Dear God, please..."
Another finger pressed inside him, three stretching, pulling helpless groans from him, battering down the walls of control, the desire for more overriding everything else until Lester couldn't think of nothing but Stephen fucking him.
"Please... please...."
Stephen murmured softly against his neck, words Lester couldn't quite make out, as the fingers in his arse slipped out, leaving him empty and wanting.
"Up..." Stephen ordered, louder, his tone a little more forceful as he shifted their positions, so that he was on his back, slicking his own cock, while Lester balanced over him.
Lester swallowed. He loved to watch Stephen do this, fuck himself on Lester's cock, but he didn't know if he could...
"Let go, James," Stephen said. "There is no one here but us... and all I care about is making you feel good, no games, no pressure, just pleasure."
Lester nodded, sucking in a deep breath and manoeuvring so that Stephen's cock was pressed against his arse.
"That's it..." Stephen encouraged softly.
Lester bit his lip as he sank slowly onto Stephen's cock, nails digging into Stephen's arms for balance. Stephen hissed, but didn't say anything and Lester released his grip as soon as he was fully seated, Stephen deep inside him, his arse resting against his young lover’s thighs.
"Do it," Stephen said. "Let me see you..."
Lester groaned softly, as he moved, hands moving to Stephen's chest for leverage as he rose up and slid back down, a soft cry tearing from his throat when Stephen's cock battered his prostate.
It was... oh God, Lester groaned, repeating the movement, over and over, each sound ripping from him deeper, needier, not giving a damn if the entire ARC heard them as he gave himself up with abandon.
This is what he needed, just this, pleasure sparking every nerve, using Stephen for his own pleasure, everything forgotten except the intense need to come, to fly apart and come back together renewed and...
"Stephen!"
Come splattered Stephen's chest and stomach, Lester's cock bouncing with each thrust as he kept fucking himself on Stephen's cock, too good, too good, he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, striving for more, more, more... until he collapsed, shaking against Stephen's chest, gasping for breath, wrung out and fighting the urge to just close his eyes and sleep as Stephen stoked down his spine, his hips still thrusting lightly, cock still hard in Lester's arse.
Lester tightened his muscles, mouth latching onto a perky nipple, biting, sucking using the last dregs of energy to bring Stephen off.
*~*~*~*~*
Stephen watched Lester curl up beside him, face smoothed out in sleep. He was exhausted and Stephen knew he'd sleep through the night, longer if Stephen had any say, although he knew Lester would complain if he let him sleep too late.
Pressing a kiss against Lester's sweaty back, he curled around the other man, smiling at the soft, contented snuffle, Lester made. Lester would be so embarrassed if he knew he made sounds like that, but Stephen liked it. The little things that made him more human, that meant he might need Stephen as much as Stephen needed him sometimes.
Stephen smiled to himself again, pressing another kiss against sweaty skin. "Sweet dreams," he murmured softly.
They both needed them.