Oudoor Activities
Title: Oudoor Activities
Author: TalliW
Characters: Nick/Stephen, Helen Cutter, Tom Ryan
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Summary: What has started as a plan to nettle Helen quickly turns in something more.
A/N: Written for the Challenge: teamfest and Challenge: filth, prompt Nick/Stephen - exhibitionism/sex in a public place preferably somewhere that Helen can get an eyeful (Mayakitten)
"She's here," Stephen whispered.
"Where?"
"Over there. Lurking in the shadow of the beech."
"Let's start then."
"Nick, are you really sure about this?"
"What better way to show her that she hasn't succeeded in driving a wedge between us as than giving her an eyeful."
"I never pegged you for an exhibitionist."
"I wasn't until I met Helen. She has quite an adventurous side."
"Don't I know it!" Stephen muttered. It had been Helen's adventurous side that had had her taping their last encounter and keeping the tape in plain sight in her study where Cutter had found it a week after her disappearance.
Cutter had cornered him on the day Helen Cutter was declared dead, already so drunk that Stephen had feared the man would hurt himself in the attempt to punch him.
So Stephen had driven Cutter home, all the while asking himself if his career was over before it had actually started.
When Cutter had pushed him onto his knees and fumbled at his zip to pull his cock out Stephen had taken him into his mouth without preamble, knowing he couldn't afford to be squeamish when an opportunity was presented to get back into the professor's good graces.
Cutter had been so ashamed to find Stephen in his bed next morning that it had taken all of Stephen's powers of persuasion to convince Cutter that he had been willing and that he was eager to repeat the experience. And willing he had really been. Because sex with Helen had been nice but sex with Nick Cutter had been fantastic. And still was to this day.
Stephen grinned as it occurred to him that he had Helen to thank for the last eight years of happiness notwithstanding the fact that the bitch had tried to destroy his relationship with Cutter through her charming revelation three days ago, absolutely sure that her husband hadn't known about the affair.
Well, today they would teach her a lesson and beat her at her own game.
Stephen sank gracefully to his knees and mouthed Cutter's crotch through the fabric of his canvas trousers. Cutter was already half-hard. The prospect of doing it in front of his wife must be turning him on a lot.
"Take it out, pretty boy, and suck me. Nice and slow. Yeah, like that. You are such a good cocksucker, aren't you, Stephen? I bet Helen would be shocked if she could see you like this, all greedy for cock."
Stephen hummed in satisfaction, making Cutter's cock twitch in his mouth. Cutter was a surprisingly good actor. He was currently playing out one of the dom-sub scenarios they had seen in that hardcore porn film they'd found in the ARC's recreation room. Well, if Cutter liked that so much, Stephen was willing to try out one of the more harmless fantasies when they were back in the seclusion of Cutter's house.
"Now turn around, pull your trousers and pants down and prepare yourself for me."
Stephen swallowed heavily. It seemed Cutter was planning to try it out right here in the clearing in the Forest of Dean. He had expected his lover to go for a blowjob or a mutual wanking session, not actually fucking in front of his wife. Ryan and his lads were only a few metres away, guarding the anomaly, for heaven's sake.
"Come on, Stephen, be a good boy and finger yourself. Make your hole nice and wet for me. Or do you want me to fuck you dry? I can do that."
A shiver ran down Stephen's spine. Cutter couldn't be serious about dry-fucking him, could he? In their relationship they had a strict code of conduct regarding any form of violence. Had Cutter grown tired of their vanilla sex?
Quickly, Stephen wetted his fingers with as much spit he could muster up and pushed his forefinger against his sphincter. He was tighter as he should be after last's night activity.
The anxiety made him clench around the small intruder and he bit back a whimper as his fingernail scraped against the delicate mucosa. That wasn't going well. Had he bitten off more than he could chew? He wasn't much into hardcore outdoor sex and exhibitionism.
"What a nice sight. Your sweet arse all ready for me," Cutter said, forcing Stephen in a frenzy of activity, trying to get his hole stretched wide enough for Cutter's girth. He wasn't ready by a long shot but it didn't sound as if Cutter cared.
Stephen trembled as Cutter settled in behind him, Cutter's cock brushing against his hand, still buried in his own arse.
"Ssssh, it's all right. Stephen, I won't really hurt you," Cutter whispered into his ear and Stephen relaxed. He should have known his lover was just playing his role. Cutter had always been gentle. He wouldn't hurt him deliberately.
"I'm going to fuck you, Stephen. I'm going to push my cock as deep as it will go into your sweet, tight arse. Would you like that?" Cutter said loudly.
"Yeeees," Stephen panted, incredibly turned on by Cutter's words, once he was assured that Cutter wouldn't cross the line into real pain.
"And then I will pound away in you till I come."
"Oh fuck."
Stephen pushed his third finger into his arse without difficulty, his body now eager for bigger things.
"Take your hand away, Stephen. I have something better to fill you with."
Stephen's cock jutted up between his legs as Cutter nestled his cock into a perfect position to enter him. Just a small move would be needed to push Cutter's cockhead through his tight ring of muscle. Cutter however held perfectly still, upping their excitement level by delaying the moment of penetration.
Stephen was tempted to touch himself, to give his cock some desperately needed friction but Cutter's words stopped him.
"Don't you dare touch yourself! You will come through my cock or not at all. And only if I say so. Do you understand me?"
Cutter's commanding voice raised goosebumps on Stephen's skin and for the first time he felt a spark of pleasure at submitting to his lover’s will.
His response was involuntarily. "Yes, master. I won't come without your permission."
Cutter groaned softly at Stephen's display of obedience and finally gave that little push with his hips that Stephen had been waiting for.
"My God," Stephen gasped out as his little hole was being spread wide when Cutter slid into him. There was the familiar streak of pain, that accompanied every penetration, strong enough to heighten his senses but not intense enough to actually bother him. It was astonishing that even after all these years his body still hadn't got used to the intrusion.
Then Cutter pushed all the way in and a hot flame of pain shot through Stephen to be replaced by pure pleasure as Cutter hit his prostate.
Cutter gave him only a moment to adjust before he started to fuck him hard, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm, driving them both quickly to the brink.
Stephen heard a gasp from the direction of the beech tree and a filthy groan from somewhere to his right, accompanied from the noise of zips being opened.
Self-consciously, Stephen tried to pull away, ashamed to be seen by the troopers taking it up the arse. But Cutter held him in place with more force than strictly necessary. Stephen knew there would be bruises later on his hips.
"There's no reason to be ashamed, Stephen. We look beautiful together. Can you hear how much we’re turning them on?" Cutter said.
Stephen closed his eyes and concentrated on the noises around him. There was no doubt that the troopers watching them were jerking off. Also the rustling of clothes from the place Helen where hiding was quite promising.
It gave him a heady feeling of power that intensified when Cutter grunted behind him as his thrusts became more and more uncoordinated, now completely lost in the pleasure Stephen was giving him.
He was doing that to them. He was making them lose control.
With a new surge of passion, Stephen pushed back against Cutter and wiggled his arse until Cutter's length was tightly pressed against his prostate.
Cutter moaned low and deep in his throat, someone whimpered and there was a shout of completion nearby.
"Now, Stephen! Now!" Cutter cried out and reached for Stephen's balls.
Stephen let out a strangled scream and spasmed around Cutter as his balls were squeezed tightly. Heat filled his guts and Stephen's cock erupted, sending stream after stream of cum onto the grass-covered ground.
Lyle was the first to approach them. "That was a hell of a performance. You should sell tickets," he said with open admiration.
A blushing Kermit and a grinning Finn stepped after him into the clearing.
Ryan came last, dragging a slightly dizzy and dishevelled Helen Cutter behind him.
"Great show," he said laconically.
"Cheating bastards!" Helen spat out.
"Bitch," Stephen and Cutter said at the same time.
Under the whistling of the SF guys Stephen gave Cutter a heated kiss, completely at peace with himself and the world.
Author: TalliW
Characters: Nick/Stephen, Helen Cutter, Tom Ryan
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Summary: What has started as a plan to nettle Helen quickly turns in something more.
A/N: Written for the Challenge: teamfest and Challenge: filth, prompt Nick/Stephen - exhibitionism/sex in a public place preferably somewhere that Helen can get an eyeful (Mayakitten)
"She's here," Stephen whispered.
"Where?"
"Over there. Lurking in the shadow of the beech."
"Let's start then."
"Nick, are you really sure about this?"
"What better way to show her that she hasn't succeeded in driving a wedge between us as than giving her an eyeful."
"I never pegged you for an exhibitionist."
"I wasn't until I met Helen. She has quite an adventurous side."
"Don't I know it!" Stephen muttered. It had been Helen's adventurous side that had had her taping their last encounter and keeping the tape in plain sight in her study where Cutter had found it a week after her disappearance.
Cutter had cornered him on the day Helen Cutter was declared dead, already so drunk that Stephen had feared the man would hurt himself in the attempt to punch him.
So Stephen had driven Cutter home, all the while asking himself if his career was over before it had actually started.
When Cutter had pushed him onto his knees and fumbled at his zip to pull his cock out Stephen had taken him into his mouth without preamble, knowing he couldn't afford to be squeamish when an opportunity was presented to get back into the professor's good graces.
Cutter had been so ashamed to find Stephen in his bed next morning that it had taken all of Stephen's powers of persuasion to convince Cutter that he had been willing and that he was eager to repeat the experience. And willing he had really been. Because sex with Helen had been nice but sex with Nick Cutter had been fantastic. And still was to this day.
Stephen grinned as it occurred to him that he had Helen to thank for the last eight years of happiness notwithstanding the fact that the bitch had tried to destroy his relationship with Cutter through her charming revelation three days ago, absolutely sure that her husband hadn't known about the affair.
Well, today they would teach her a lesson and beat her at her own game.
Stephen sank gracefully to his knees and mouthed Cutter's crotch through the fabric of his canvas trousers. Cutter was already half-hard. The prospect of doing it in front of his wife must be turning him on a lot.
"Take it out, pretty boy, and suck me. Nice and slow. Yeah, like that. You are such a good cocksucker, aren't you, Stephen? I bet Helen would be shocked if she could see you like this, all greedy for cock."
Stephen hummed in satisfaction, making Cutter's cock twitch in his mouth. Cutter was a surprisingly good actor. He was currently playing out one of the dom-sub scenarios they had seen in that hardcore porn film they'd found in the ARC's recreation room. Well, if Cutter liked that so much, Stephen was willing to try out one of the more harmless fantasies when they were back in the seclusion of Cutter's house.
"Now turn around, pull your trousers and pants down and prepare yourself for me."
Stephen swallowed heavily. It seemed Cutter was planning to try it out right here in the clearing in the Forest of Dean. He had expected his lover to go for a blowjob or a mutual wanking session, not actually fucking in front of his wife. Ryan and his lads were only a few metres away, guarding the anomaly, for heaven's sake.
"Come on, Stephen, be a good boy and finger yourself. Make your hole nice and wet for me. Or do you want me to fuck you dry? I can do that."
A shiver ran down Stephen's spine. Cutter couldn't be serious about dry-fucking him, could he? In their relationship they had a strict code of conduct regarding any form of violence. Had Cutter grown tired of their vanilla sex?
Quickly, Stephen wetted his fingers with as much spit he could muster up and pushed his forefinger against his sphincter. He was tighter as he should be after last's night activity.
The anxiety made him clench around the small intruder and he bit back a whimper as his fingernail scraped against the delicate mucosa. That wasn't going well. Had he bitten off more than he could chew? He wasn't much into hardcore outdoor sex and exhibitionism.
"What a nice sight. Your sweet arse all ready for me," Cutter said, forcing Stephen in a frenzy of activity, trying to get his hole stretched wide enough for Cutter's girth. He wasn't ready by a long shot but it didn't sound as if Cutter cared.
Stephen trembled as Cutter settled in behind him, Cutter's cock brushing against his hand, still buried in his own arse.
"Ssssh, it's all right. Stephen, I won't really hurt you," Cutter whispered into his ear and Stephen relaxed. He should have known his lover was just playing his role. Cutter had always been gentle. He wouldn't hurt him deliberately.
"I'm going to fuck you, Stephen. I'm going to push my cock as deep as it will go into your sweet, tight arse. Would you like that?" Cutter said loudly.
"Yeeees," Stephen panted, incredibly turned on by Cutter's words, once he was assured that Cutter wouldn't cross the line into real pain.
"And then I will pound away in you till I come."
"Oh fuck."
Stephen pushed his third finger into his arse without difficulty, his body now eager for bigger things.
"Take your hand away, Stephen. I have something better to fill you with."
Stephen's cock jutted up between his legs as Cutter nestled his cock into a perfect position to enter him. Just a small move would be needed to push Cutter's cockhead through his tight ring of muscle. Cutter however held perfectly still, upping their excitement level by delaying the moment of penetration.
Stephen was tempted to touch himself, to give his cock some desperately needed friction but Cutter's words stopped him.
"Don't you dare touch yourself! You will come through my cock or not at all. And only if I say so. Do you understand me?"
Cutter's commanding voice raised goosebumps on Stephen's skin and for the first time he felt a spark of pleasure at submitting to his lover’s will.
His response was involuntarily. "Yes, master. I won't come without your permission."
Cutter groaned softly at Stephen's display of obedience and finally gave that little push with his hips that Stephen had been waiting for.
"My God," Stephen gasped out as his little hole was being spread wide when Cutter slid into him. There was the familiar streak of pain, that accompanied every penetration, strong enough to heighten his senses but not intense enough to actually bother him. It was astonishing that even after all these years his body still hadn't got used to the intrusion.
Then Cutter pushed all the way in and a hot flame of pain shot through Stephen to be replaced by pure pleasure as Cutter hit his prostate.
Cutter gave him only a moment to adjust before he started to fuck him hard, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm, driving them both quickly to the brink.
Stephen heard a gasp from the direction of the beech tree and a filthy groan from somewhere to his right, accompanied from the noise of zips being opened.
Self-consciously, Stephen tried to pull away, ashamed to be seen by the troopers taking it up the arse. But Cutter held him in place with more force than strictly necessary. Stephen knew there would be bruises later on his hips.
"There's no reason to be ashamed, Stephen. We look beautiful together. Can you hear how much we’re turning them on?" Cutter said.
Stephen closed his eyes and concentrated on the noises around him. There was no doubt that the troopers watching them were jerking off. Also the rustling of clothes from the place Helen where hiding was quite promising.
It gave him a heady feeling of power that intensified when Cutter grunted behind him as his thrusts became more and more uncoordinated, now completely lost in the pleasure Stephen was giving him.
He was doing that to them. He was making them lose control.
With a new surge of passion, Stephen pushed back against Cutter and wiggled his arse until Cutter's length was tightly pressed against his prostate.
Cutter moaned low and deep in his throat, someone whimpered and there was a shout of completion nearby.
"Now, Stephen! Now!" Cutter cried out and reached for Stephen's balls.
Stephen let out a strangled scream and spasmed around Cutter as his balls were squeezed tightly. Heat filled his guts and Stephen's cock erupted, sending stream after stream of cum onto the grass-covered ground.
Lyle was the first to approach them. "That was a hell of a performance. You should sell tickets," he said with open admiration.
A blushing Kermit and a grinning Finn stepped after him into the clearing.
Ryan came last, dragging a slightly dizzy and dishevelled Helen Cutter behind him.
"Great show," he said laconically.
"Cheating bastards!" Helen spat out.
"Bitch," Stephen and Cutter said at the same time.
Under the whistling of the SF guys Stephen gave Cutter a heated kiss, completely at peace with himself and the world.