Primeval WIP: Kissing (10/...)
Title: Kissing (10/...)
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun. So don't bother me.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Elated, Nick Cutter walked home. He had bought a nice bottle of wine and some snacks.
Today, James Lester and he would at last step over the fine line they had drawn some time ago. Lester had promised he would go along with anything he wanted to do. That showed Nick how much faith Lester had in him.
Therefore Nick would go easy on him. Just a little touching and cuddling to start with. They had enough time ahead to allow themselves to move slowly now.
When Lester arrived, Nick had prepared the table, the wine was ready to be served and he had dimmed the lights.
Lester looked amused. "It seems you are going for romance today."
Nick Cutter sheepishly answered: "I wanted it to be special. Tonight we're finally.... I mean you said I could... Errr, I sound like an idiot.
You know what I mean... I've wanted to touch you for weeks but you've never reacted. I'm just glad you are here with me now and we can spend a nice evening together. No pressure."
"I'm sorry about my restrained behaviour, but there is something I have to tell you first."
Nick didn't like the sound of this. Surely it would not be something good. Lester would not back off, would he? Perhaps he had met someone else or he wanted to go back to his ex-wife and start anew.
As Lester took a sheet of paper out of his brief case, Nick stepped closer, curious.
"Your divorce papers. They only needs your signature and you're a free man again."
"I can't believe it. That was really fast. I had expected it would take much longer." Impulsively he hugged Lester and pulled him over to the couch. "Sit down, I'll fetch the wine. We have to celebrate."
A moment later Nick filled their glasses and said cheers to Lester. Then he took a pen and signed the papers.
Lester watched him with an amused smile. He had removed his jacket and opened up the first buttons on his shirt. Then he sat down on the couch and waited for Nick to calm down again.
Finally Nick sat alongside him and gently touched Lester's cheek. "Thank you, James. Without you I would have been still shackled to that bitch."
For the first time Lester leaned into the touch then said: "I'm glad I could be of help."
He looked Cutter deep in the eyes. "By the way, Nick, that blue silk shirt becomes you. You should wear something like that more often. Of course, it would have been harder for me to resist you then. You don't know how many times I've just wanted to kiss you."
Nick was a little confused right now. He'd been ready to go slowly, starting with some touching so as not to scare the shy man away and suddenly Lester wanted to kiss him?
Nick took a deep breath, all at once he was very nervous in the presence of the other man who watched him intensive.
Nick Cutter had never kissed a man on the lips before. Thinking about doing that felt rather strange. What if he didn't like it? Or if Lester was disappointed. He was glad he'd taken the time to brush his teeth on his trip to the bathroom.
"Why now?" he asked, insecurely.
"Now you are a divorced man." Lester spoke calmly. "I don't like kissing someone else's spouse."
Nick guffawed. "Helen was hardly my spouse anymore. You know perfectly well that, my marriage existed on paper only. I can't believe that was the reason. I thought it was me. I thought you don't want me anymore."
"In some areas I'm an old fashioned man. Get used to it."
Before Nick could say anything in reply, Lester leaned over and touched his cheek, then trailed a forefinger over Nick's lips. Nick unconsciously closed his eyes at the soft feeling.
Then there was a press of lips on his own. It felt strange. After being used to the soft skin of a woman, the fine stubble on Lester's face was a little disconcerting.
Lester deepened the kiss whilst gently touching Nick's back and drawing him closer. To feel the hard, manly chest against his own was exciting. Nick grabbed the other man's head and buried his fingers in the fine hair on James' neck. He liked doing this. In the past digging his hands into a woman's hair to touch her neck had lead to a few awkward moments as he'd pulled some strands of their long hair in the progress.
With Lester's short fine hair he had free access to his neck and he made delighted use of it.
James Lester lost himself in the feelings. Kissing Nick finally, after all so much longing, made him giddy. He leaned over more, hugging Nick and nearly stradling him.
Some shifting later, Nick was pinned down on the couch with Lester rubbing his body against him. Feeling the other man's erection against his leg through the cloth of their trousers made Nick freze for a moment. To know James Lester had an erection, because of him, was weird and arousing at the same time. He felt his own penis rising and moved a little so their groins could rub against each other.
That was mind-boggling. He was kissing a man and rubbing against him and he liked it and he still wanted more. Then he felt Lester's tongue against his lips, pleading for access and he lost all control.
"Shit, that was not what I wanted to happen." Nick whispered embarrassed.
"It's all right." James replied, soothingly. "I nearly came myself."
"Why didn't you?"
"I was to busy watching you doing it."
Nick chuckled. "Do you want to come?"
"Yes, definitily." James whispered, aroused and wiggled his lap. "But I think I need some more stimulation. Just rubbing and kissing is not enough for me."
Tense, Nick said: "James, I don't think I'm ready for that, not yet. Perhaps it's enough if..."
Lester interrupted him, slowly straightening up from Nick's body: "Hey, I just want you to touch my nipples. OK? Can you do that for me?"
"Oh, of course, I can." Nick sat up quickly and straddled him, then deftly opened James' shirt and shoved it aside. He tentatively touched Lester's right nipple with his forefinger and circled around it.
James hissed and bucked against him.
"Whoa, you've got very sensitive nipples. I like that." Nick kissed him briefly on the mouth than slid down to his chest, peppering his body with small nips and kisses before he let his tongue glide around the fiery nub.
A loud groaning spurred him on and Nick took the nipple hard between his lips and sucked.
James groaned again, squirmed against him and came.
Nick watched as James sagged back on the couch and closed his eyes.
"Hey, you're not sleeping here. You will get cricks. Come on, James! Stand up and go to bed."
Sleepily, Lester replied. "Just want to rest for a minute."
Nick wiggled against him: "Are you sure you want to stay here in this condition?"
Lester sighed. "I suppose we'd better get cleaned up. Ugh, I've never come in my pants before. It's messy."
"There's a first time for everyhing, James." Nick grinned. "At the moment I don't mind messy. But we should do something about it before it dries."
He stood up and went into the bathroom.
Lester followed him and cleaned up himself. As he walked out of the bathroom forwards in direction of the former guestroom and now his little kingdom, Nick stepped in front of him.
"I want to share a bed with you tonight."
James Lesters raised his eyebrows, but Nick continued:
"Just to sleep. Nothing else. I don't think I'm up for more right now, even if I wanted it. It's been a stressful day and all...
Of course, you can sleep in your own room if you prefer that. I just thought...after we have... It's been so long since someone was in my bed. I just want to feel you close."
Lester smiled, amused: "If you insist," and followed Nick in his bedroom.
There was a awkward moment when they both considered what to wear in bed. Then Lester disappeared briefly into his room and came back clad in pyjama bottoms and a vest. Meanwhile, Nick had changed into a tee-shirt and loose fitting boxer shorts. As Nick slid into bed on the right side, James got comfortable on the left.
Lester felt a warm body snuggle up to him and an arm wrapping around his belly. He closed his eyes in contentment. There was no place he'd rather be right now than in the arms of Nick Cutter, the man he loved.
Helen crept into the guest room. Tonight she could sleep here. Interrupting Nick's sleep was not a way to get into his good graces again. Perhaps tomorrow they would share the marriage-bed. After all she knew what he liked best.
Helen turned around in the bed and tried to sleep. The bed smelled of the musky odor of sweat and a man's aftershave. Not Nick's and definitely not Stephen's.
'Must be Connor's,' she thought.
'The kid probably had trouble at home and Nick let him sleep here. Nick was really too nice for his own good.
But dammit he should have changed the bedding.'
Finally, Helen slipped into an uneasy sleep.
And there in Professor Nicholas Cutter's house, three people dreamt of a bright future ahead.