Forty-two Worlds
Title: Forty-two Worlds
Author: TalliW
Characters: Nick Cutter/ James Lester
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun. So don't bother me.
A hand crept slowly up his hip from behind and caressed his arse cheek.
Lester sighed inaudibly and fought the impulse to move away.
Last night he had been too horny and too drunk to care who was doing what.
Lester had never been in bed with a guy before but somehow he had managed to get him naked beneath him to mount.
There hadn't been any preparation. Nevertheless Lester had slid in easily and had started fucking without giving his partner time to adjust.
He had always considered himself to be a considerate lover. But last night he was simply too reeled up to care.
Maybe there had been also a small element of anger in his actions. The desire to punish this man for everything he had put them through.
Immediately Lester shied away from this train of thought. It hadn't been like this.
Their encounter had been mutual. The slight resistance had smelted away the moment he had hit the man's prostate.
After that there had been nothing but pleasure, soft grunts and whispers of endearment.
Resolutely Lester turned around to face his bed partner.
"Your turn now," he said with a voice lacking conviction.
"Are you sure? You don't sound very enthusiastically."
Lester fought successfully against his raising anxiety. He certainly wasn't going to admit that it would be his first time bottoming. After last night's events it was only fair to offer compensation.
"This is just a bit weird. You know you died in my world, Cutter."
Nick Cutter shrugged and pierced Lester with a look from his bright blue eyes, faintly glistening with unshed tears.
"And you in mine, James."
"Have we been together in your world?"
Cutter shook his head ruefully.
"With all the drama going on with my ex-wife, the increase of the anomalies and our alpha male behaviour it was too late when I realised that I fancied you.
I walked through an anomaly a week after your burial, knowing I couldn't live on in a world where I would never hear your snark again."
Lester snorted. Only someone emotionally so screwed up as Nick Cutter would get turned on by his sarcastic remarks.
"I stayed in the past for months, went a little bit crazy for a while. Not that I have been so stable before anyway. After Stephen's death I got into a funk only you could draw me out. Then you were gone too."
Cutter unconscious started to dig his fingers into Lester's hip as if he needed an anchor. Lester chose not to point out that Cutter's grip already bordered on painful.
"It took me a while to get my marbles together. Then I found out there are forty-two dimensions of our world. In a few of them certain events never happened or had had another outcome. I just had to find the right one."
Slowly Cutter's fingers relaxed and the tension left Lester's body alongside.
Cutter's honesty inspired the wish in Lester to reach out and open up to him. Something he hadn't done since his adolescence. Or just take him in his arms and do other, more pleasurable things.
But first some matters had to be addressed.
"About last night... I got a bit carried away and..."
Lester stopped irritated when Cutter started to chuckle.
"I was not expecting anything else with the strong dose of aphrodisiac you got from the Tallinix. Stop worrying. I came prepared. When I realised what was happening I slicked myself up for you."
Lester stifled the wave of arousal Cutter's words had induced. He had to think with his head not with his dick right now.
"So this Tallinix shall be responsible? I never heard of something like this."
"It's a rhinoceros-like cross between a Cadurcodon and a Juxia with the horns and bony frill from the Triceratops. I call it Tallinix.
There hasn't been any evidence of its existence before, in any of the dimensions I encountered. So it was on me to name it. It's quite aggressive and gives off a glandular secretion that is aphrodisiac to hominids. Your soldiers are probably still fucking each other like mad."
"Not an image I wanted to have in my head, Cutter."
Cutter sent him a dazzling smile. "After last night you still want to call me by my surname, James? Trying to put some distance between us again, aren't we?"
That raised a smile from Lester. His Cutter had learnt much about his defence mechanism and had used this knowledge to get under his skin constantly.
The same seemed to have happened in this Cutter's world.
'How big were the differences actually?'
Remembering the fate of the Tallinix and their conflicting views on dealing with the creatures from the anomalies he and Cutter had argued about a lot of times Lester sobered up again.
"I'm sorry it had to be shot."
Cutter dismissed Lester's apology with a wave of his hand.
"There was no way of stopping it once it got running. It would have killed anyone in his way when Becker hadn't put it down. We will need stronger sedatives for this kind of creature. Helen is already working on it."
"Your wife is here?"
The thought scared the hell out of Lester. Maybe he had been a bit too prematurely to trust this version of Cutter.
"Ex-wife actually. She's safely confined in an asylum in Leeds and gets treated for her psychosis and PTSD. Doing something productive like developing better sedatives will help her with her convalescence. Still, it will take years before she can be released, if ever."
Lester filed the information away for later use. Right now there were more important things to deal with. Like the growing need to touch Cutter and make him whimper with pleasure.
"How long will the aphrodisiac be in my system?"
"It should be gone by tomorrow. By the way, it didn't make you do anything, it just made you hornier and lowered your inhibitions. Considering how restrained you always are I don't think this was such a bad thing. At least the Tallinix didn't die for nothing. I will always remember it fondly."
With a peng Lester recollected that his Cutter would never have spoken so carelessly about the death of an animal.
But maybe this was the reason his Cutter had never been really his, their differences too large to overcome.
"Some changes are for the better, James," Cutter said softly as if he had read Lester's mind. Then he pressed his lips on Lester's mouth.
Before Lester's brain shut down completely he heard Cutter whisper: "I was conquering forty-two worlds for you to find the one version of you who was so miserable and lonely as me."
Suddenly it wasn't important anymore who was in charge.
They both were Alpha males. They might always fight for dominance. That should make for an interesting relationship.
The next morning Lester woke up spooned by Cutter after Cutter had fucked him into oblivion.