Primeval fanfic: Job Description: Troubleshooter
Title: Job Description: Troubleshooter
Author: TalliW
Characters: Lester, Cutter, Abby Maitland, Stephen
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Inspired by lukadreaming's drabble "Pull" and the expression "troubleshooter".
James Lester was annoyed. Professor Cutter hadn't showed up for the third day in a row.
He hadn't even deemed it necessary to send a short message like Abby Maitland had.
Of course Cutter didn't own a nervy little lizard who could get ill but at least he could have kept up a pretence.
James Lester sighed. His job description didn't say anything about having to manage deranged professors and he definitely didn't get paid enough to deal with that sort of thing.
There was work to do at the ARC and he needed his science team back.
It always came back to him to solve the difficult situations.
He grabbed his suit jacket, put the small bottle and the package from his secret desk drawer in his trouser pocket and walked in a determined manner out of the building.
With a practiced move he picked the lock. The house was quiet and in dire need of ventilation. Clothes were scattered in the living room. A bottle of Scotch, empty except for a small shot, stood on the coffee table.
The man lay in his bed, still clothed and snoring.
With satisfaction James Lester eyed the headboard. This made this business a lot easier.
Professor Cutter woke up to the snapping of the handcuffs, effectively chaining his arms over his head.
"Good afternoon, Professor. It seems someone has to knock some sense into you and unfortunately it has to be me."
Jenny Lewis sends you her greetings and she told me you just need some time-out to relax. So I'm here to accelerate the progress."
Nick Cutter was still too drowsy to understand what had just happened.
His trousers had been opened and shoved down before he'd realised he was chained to the bed.
A wet hot mouth closed around his cock and Cutter thought he was still dreaming. Lost in the sensation he closed his eyes.
The slap on his flank and the cold air on his cock made him snap open his eyes again.
"Did you fuck Stephen Hart or did he fuck you?" James Lester asked.
That woke Nick up quickly. Outraged he struggled against the handcuffs and yelled, "You bastard. He was my best friend. We didn't sleep together."
"You didn't behave like a best friend to him in those last weeks. And I'm sure you wanted him in your bed. Admit it, Cutter, and you'll feel better."
Nick tried to kick out with his legs but he was trapped from Lester's body, who was heavier than he appeared at first sight.
With a stoic face James Lester waited until Cutter stopped his struggle before he moved back to pull off Cutter's trousers and then disrobe himself.
He opened the small packages inscribed with "MANIX Crystal extra sensitive and wet" and sheeted himself in the small layer of hypoallergenic latex.
The bottle of "Boys Own Silky Lube - For men who want a gentle touch" was used to apply a fair amount of lubricant onto his hands.
Nick Cutter watched him with big eyes but didn't resist when his legs were pushed up and a slick hand started to massages his cleft.
James Lester said softly: "Cutter, be honest with yourself. Just this once. Would you've loved to feel Stephen inside you?"
A softly whispered "Yes" was heard.
"Like that, on your back with him above you?"
"Yes."
"Gently or hard and fast?"
"Both! Gently first."
"Close your eyes and think of him. He's here with you. It's Stephen who touches your skin. It's Stephen who moves inside you. It's Stephen who makes love to you."
Nick Cutter closed his eyes and felt the gentle hands of Stephen Hart move over his skin. He felt Stephen's hard cock slide inside his hole and he felt Stephen brush his prostate with every stroke.
When Nick came, in a whirlwind of emotions, he called Stephen's name and cried "I love you. I'm sorry."
And he heard Stephen answer: "I know. Its alright. I love you too," before Nick drifted away into sleep.
James Lester looked down at the peacefully sleeping man on the bed and stowed away the handcuffs in his jacket.
When he walked out of the house there was no evidence left that he'd ever been there.
James Lester popped a blue pill into his mouth and checked the package of condoms in his suit.
There was still time for a quick snack and afternoon tea.
Abby Maitland usually didn't come home before four o'clock from the zoo.
Hopefully the team would be complete at work tomorrow or he would have really a problem.
But James was sure if that happened he would find another solution. After all his job description was troubleshooter and he was really good at his job.