The First Time - Primeval - Connor/Nick
Title: The First Time
Pairing: Connor/Nick
Word Count: 451
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: Connor and Nick's first time together. PWP.
"Oh god," Connor mutters under his breath as he feels Nick entering him. "Oh god. Oh god."
Over and over until Nick hushes him, gentle breath whispering over the skin of his face. Connor's legs are bent up and open, with Nick kneeling in between. Nick silences him with a kiss, breath taking, and despite this discomfort emanating from his ass Connor is glad for it. A distraction, a wonderful distraction.
And when Nick moves, a faint and cautious rocking of his hips as he tests to see if Connor's ready, Connor chokes a moan against Nick's lips - 'cause this is absolutely nothing like it sounds in the erotica he'd never admit to reading (those books under his bed were definitely Abby's, no matter what she says). There aren't words.
"Cutter," he gasps, muffled. "Yes, god, like that."
Nick takes it slow, even with Connor's repeated urges to hurry up. His face is red from the strain of concentration and control, and the expression he wears is something akin to how he looks at each new creature that tumbles through the anomaly: fear, amazement and wonder. It's a rush to know that he brought that out in him.
Nick's hand trails slowly down the outside of Connor's thigh, and Connor reaches out to catch it, moving it between them to his cock instead. At the contact, he has to restraint a whimper. "I'm okay, Cutter," he says, giving a grin even brighter than his usual one. "I'm really okay. You don't need to keep, y'know… Taking it slow? I appreciate the thought and all but-"
"Thank god," Nick mutters, and that's all the warning Connor gets before his body rocks with the force as Nick slams inside him, fast and punishing: claiming him in ways that Connor knows he'll feel tomorrow, marking and taking in just the way Connor wants him to. "Been wanting this for so long, Connor," Nick gasps near his ear.
And, fuck, that's nearly more than Connor can take - it's hard to believe even on his brightest days that Nick actually sees something in him that he wants - and his nails dig into Nick's skin, demanding more, faster, harder, even if he can't form the words any more. Whimpers and moans. That's all.
He's sure Nick's saying something to him now, whispering filth into his ear, but as they move together and his climax approaches Connor can't hear a thing and definitely can't respond. The bedsprings creak and as Nick pumps his cock hard in time with the snapping movements of his hips it finally hits him. Connor comes with a loose groan, his head falling back against the pillow as he spills between their bodies.
Pairing: Connor/Nick
Word Count: 451
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: Connor and Nick's first time together. PWP.
"Oh god," Connor mutters under his breath as he feels Nick entering him. "Oh god. Oh god."
Over and over until Nick hushes him, gentle breath whispering over the skin of his face. Connor's legs are bent up and open, with Nick kneeling in between. Nick silences him with a kiss, breath taking, and despite this discomfort emanating from his ass Connor is glad for it. A distraction, a wonderful distraction.
And when Nick moves, a faint and cautious rocking of his hips as he tests to see if Connor's ready, Connor chokes a moan against Nick's lips - 'cause this is absolutely nothing like it sounds in the erotica he'd never admit to reading (those books under his bed were definitely Abby's, no matter what she says). There aren't words.
"Cutter," he gasps, muffled. "Yes, god, like that."
Nick takes it slow, even with Connor's repeated urges to hurry up. His face is red from the strain of concentration and control, and the expression he wears is something akin to how he looks at each new creature that tumbles through the anomaly: fear, amazement and wonder. It's a rush to know that he brought that out in him.
Nick's hand trails slowly down the outside of Connor's thigh, and Connor reaches out to catch it, moving it between them to his cock instead. At the contact, he has to restraint a whimper. "I'm okay, Cutter," he says, giving a grin even brighter than his usual one. "I'm really okay. You don't need to keep, y'know… Taking it slow? I appreciate the thought and all but-"
"Thank god," Nick mutters, and that's all the warning Connor gets before his body rocks with the force as Nick slams inside him, fast and punishing: claiming him in ways that Connor knows he'll feel tomorrow, marking and taking in just the way Connor wants him to. "Been wanting this for so long, Connor," Nick gasps near his ear.
And, fuck, that's nearly more than Connor can take - it's hard to believe even on his brightest days that Nick actually sees something in him that he wants - and his nails dig into Nick's skin, demanding more, faster, harder, even if he can't form the words any more. Whimpers and moans. That's all.
He's sure Nick's saying something to him now, whispering filth into his ear, but as they move together and his climax approaches Connor can't hear a thing and definitely can't respond. The bedsprings creak and as Nick pumps his cock hard in time with the snapping movements of his hips it finally hits him. Connor comes with a loose groan, his head falling back against the pillow as he spills between their bodies.