Primeval WIP Emotions (38/...)
Title: Emotions (38/...)
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Stephen/Lyle, Abby/ Connor
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Lyle belongs to Fredbassett.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Abby yawned tiredly. After the adventure with the Baryonyx, she hadn't felt in an amorous mood and had just wanted to crawl into bed. With a job like this, you always could be sure that your best laid plans would be trampled by a dinosaur. But tonight, she wouldn't be stopped from seducing the man she loved and woe betide anyone who dared to interrupt.
With a contented smile on her face, Abby followed the delicate smell of fresh toast and coffee accompanied by exited twittering from Rex who knew Connor always prepared a special bowl of insects muesli for him every Thursday.
"You know, I had hoped for a little more action yesterday and not you just snoring as soon as you hit my bed," Stephen teased the barely awake man sitting up beside him.
"I haven't slept well for the last few day," Jon Lyle mumbled a little sheepishly and looked bleary-eyed at Stephen. "I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise.
Now could you get me a cup of coffee and some food? As your guest I'm entitled to be pampered."
Stephen gave him a brief kiss and slipped into a baggy trousers, sighing, before he went into the kitchen.
Jenny Lewis was on the way to her car when her mobile rang. She frowned at the unknown number.
But she brightened up instantly when the cheerful voice of Thomas Barrow, the teacher of the Junior King's School in Sturry she had met the day before, told her there weren't any problems anymore with time portals, children and unfriendly dinosaurs.
Basend on her past experiences, she hadn't expected a reopening of the Anomaly but she was pleased to get the confirmation anyway.
The talk with Thomas was easygoing and entertaining and she was glad he had called.
Not until a few hours later, Jenny asked herself how he'd got hold of her private mobile phone number, as she only had given the headmaster the official emergency number, but she very soon forgot this little inconsistency.
Nick sat cheerfully in his office. He felt great for the first time in a long while. Just to know James still cared enough about him to stay over the night in his house made him happy.
With a smile, he finished his full report about the Anomaly in Sturry and pressed print. Hopefully James would be pleased with the twelve pages he had written.
James Lester flipped through the report and raised his eyebrows. "It appears to me that you have overdone yourself this time, Professor. But I'm not complaining. A extremely long report is better than a too short one. Besides now the other pen-pushers actually have something to do instead of just playing solitaire on their computers."
Then the civil servant walked over to Cutter who was smirking at him and gave the professor the once-over. "You're looking good. So I take it our date for tomorrow evening still stands?"
"Well, I'd say so! I hope you haven't suddenly changed your mind..."
"Why should I do that? I can't wait to finally visit that Chinese restaurant I've heard so much about.
And I think the company for the evening isn't so bad either. I like a handsome sophisticated man in a suit."
Nick chuckled briefly. "OK, I get it. For you I'll even wear a suit. But you can be sure I'll get out of it the minute we get home."
The short intake of breath from Lester told Nick he had dropped a clanger.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to say I will change in something more comfortable after dinner."
"I know what you intended to say, Professor. Don't worry. I was not shocked. I was just taken by surprise by the image you evoked."
Nick needed a moment to grasp the meaning of Lester's statement, then his eyes started to glitter.
He took a deep breath before he declared: "I think I'll spent the rest of the day at the university and work on some papers. The Dean's been poking me for the timetable for next term."
Smiling to himself, James Lester watched Nick Cutter's arse muscles move in the tight jeans as he scurried away.
With a sigh he loosened his tie a slightly, it was damn warm in the office suddenly, and he still had to face the mound of papers in his in-tray.
Connor asked himself if it wasn't just better to put a paper bag over his head. The number of times he'd blushing today was breaking all records.
It had started at home when Abby touched his arm affectionately to thank him for the delicious breakfast and it had got only worse since he had entered the ARC and met Stephen.
When Jetrow passed by with Lyle, he was blushing so badly that Abby had got worried and had checked his temperature.
Of course her gentle touch hadn't helped him to get back to a normal face colour and his trousers had got tighter again.
For the last hour he had simply hidden in a lab to collect himself again but Babyface had promptly tracked him down even there.
"My place or yours?," Lyle whispered into Stephen's ear in the locker room.
"Yours. You seem to fall asleep before the main course every time we are in my flat," Stephen teased.
"I told you I was tired and I will make it up to you. So, my flat is it tonight."
"OK. Besides, this way I can be sure you'll not run away like you did the first time."
Lyle groaned. "You have a memory like a elephant, Hart. Can you come up with any more reasons why my flat is the better choice?"
"I haven't any lube at home," Stephen grinned wickedly, as Lyle groaned even more but this time for another reason.
Jetrow called from the shower door. "Is it safe to come out, or is there a danger I'll see something I don't want to?"
Stephen blushed and left the locker room in a hurry.
"Don't chase my lover away, Jetrow, or I will chase you around the training ground for a whole week.
But when I think about it, you might even enjoy that." Lyle grinned as Jetrow peeked around the corner carefully.
He felt like an excited teenager having his first crush and he wasn't in the slightest worried about it.
Connor's head was spinning after his friend Marcus Fox had given him a piece of his mind. Who would have thought that someone with no practical sexual experience could be so educated on the subject?
Besides things he never wanted to know in the first place, Connor had been given a crash course about erogenous zones and sexual positions, as well as the advice to go along with Abby's wishes tonight.
As Babyface handed him a package of condoms in different flavours and then left the lab, Connor Temple started to chuckle and he didn't stop until his belly hurt and he ran out of breath.
Stephen was sure that Lyle broke several traffic regulations on his way home. He really shouldn't have mentioned his oral fixation and his talented tongue in the car park.
But once they'd arrived at Lyle's flat in record time and he was pulled in a fiery kiss in the hallway, Stephen Hart thought it hadn't been such a bad idea after all.
Stephen was naked before he hit the bed and Lyle was on top of him shoving his tongue deep into his mouth.
"There's nothing better than a bit of adrenaline rush," Jon whispered after he had to come up for air and was rubbing his hard-on against Stephen's groin.
"You're telling me. Why do you think I've been wearing all that baggy trousers since Cutter and I discovered the Anomalies?"
Lyle started to wander down Stephen's throat to his chest, nipping and kissing softly on the skin on his way and was startled as Stephen cried out: "Fuck, Cutter! I've to call him."
"Stephen, you know, it isn't exactly very flattering for a guy when you're think about another man when that guy is sucking on your nipples and humping you dry."
"Sorry," Stephen whispered, sheepishly. "It will only take a moment. I'm afraid Nick has forgotten to talk to Connor after the stress of yesterday's events. It's really important."
Lyle rolled to his side frustrated and watched as Stephen fished for his mobile and called the Professor.
The phone call was short but still too long for Lyle. The younger man couldn't suppress a sigh as Lyle attached himself to Stephen's nipple again.
"Stephen, are you with Lyle at the moment?" Nick asked as he heard his friend groan over the phone.
"Yeah, he's with me and he's very busy now, Professor," Lyle yelled into the mobile and took the phone out of Stephen's hand and threw it carelessly on the pile of clothes on the floor.
Nick Cutter stared at the mobile which had been so suddenly disconnected and shook his head.
Stephen was having fun with Lyle whilst he had to talk a young man out of his amorous intentions. Life was really unfair.
Nick climbed into his car and started the motor, relieved that Stephen had called. Otherwise he would have totally forgotten about Connor. Hopefully he wasn't too late already, Cutter thought, as he drove off in the direction of Abby's flat.
"Lyle, that is a expensive mobile you've just chucked away," Stephen grumbled.
"WIf it's broken I'll buy you a new one which can tolerate rough handling better. Now come here."
Stephen yelped as Lyle pounced on him and pushed him into the mattress ...
Connor nibbled on the last chicken wing and leaned his head happily back against the backrest of the couch. So far the evening had been fun.
Ordering a take-away meal from KFC and watching two episodes of the old Battlestar Galactica series had been Abby's idea and he'd been really surprised.
Now she sat very close to him on the couch and he wished he had more clothes on to pull off, as his body was slowly reaching boiling point. But the fact that he was already sitting in his underwear made it difficult to get rid of any more items.
Connor thought about the pack of condoms currently stashed in his trousers in the bedroom and he wasn't sure if it really was the right time to get physical with Abby.
Perhaps they should take it slowly and make out for a few weeks, but Abby seem to have other ideas.
Connor nearly jumped off the couch as Abby pushed his hair aside and trailed a finger over his ear. The look in her eyes was similar to the expression the black panthers in the zoo had shown at feeding time.
Perhaps he should have left her more of the chicken wings?
'Now or never,' Abby told herself and moved closer to Connor. His unsteady look was rather cute and the gasp he uttered as she touched his lips with her tongue to lick some of the spiced dip away was priceless.
Butterflies swirled in her belly as they shared their first proper kiss, tasting of chicken wings, coke and Connor.
The moment Connor responded to the kiss and pushed his tongue into Abby's mouth the doorbell rang.
Connor was so lost in the kiss he didn't even hear the noise but Abby groaned in annoyance into his mouth and leaned back as the doorbell kept ringing
"Whoever it is, get rid of him as fast as possible," Abby hissed and Connor scrambled to the front door.
Professor Cutter blinked at the flushed young man who was opening the front door only wearing boxer shorts and a teeshirt.
"Connor, we have to talk," he said finally.
"You know, I'm always willing to help you, Professor but this is really bad timing right now. Can't it wait?" Connor whined.
Nick Cutter looked down at Connor's state of arousal, clearly visible in the boxer shorts and sighed with relief.
"I'm glad I arrived in time. Nothing serious has happened yet between you both, has it?"
Connor stared at him in confusion but nodded.
"Connor, you can't make love to Abby. The drug is still active in your body."
Connor drew a breath. "You mean, I'll hurt Abby, if we..."
"No, nothing like that," Cutter soothed the young man. "But if you get intimate then it will bind you to her. You'll get only aroused by Abby probably for the rest for your life."
"That's a bad thing, right?"
Cutter rolled his eyes. "Connor, think about it: No sexy woman in a bar would have an effect on you, not even internet porn and magazines with naked woman, just this one person will be able to turn you on. And it's only one sided. The same won't count for Abby. She could fall for someone else but you wouldn't have the chance to love another person."
"Is that what happened with you and Lester?"
Cutter answered with a short nod, showing clearly his reluctance to discuss the topic.
But Connor's curiosity was aroused.
"Does he know about this?" he asked with interest.
Cutter just snorted. "Just don't get to close to Abby right now. The lab is working on an antidote. I'm sure they will be successful soon. Then your relationship with Abby won't be impaired."
Connor grimaced, disappointed. "But what do I do now? Abby is waiting for me and she wants... you know...
I can't go back, Professor." Connor looked rather scared now.
Nick Cutter rubbed his eyes. "Come with me. You can sleep at my house tonight. Tomorrow, when Abby has cooled down, you can explain things to her."
When Connor moved to follow him immediately, Cutter muttered in annoyance, "For Christ's sake! Get some clothes on first."
"Connor, was that just Cutter at the door?" Abby asked as Connor passed the living room in a hurry the second time.
She only heard the click of the front door falling shut and the revving of an engine a moment later from outside...