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fredbassettTitle : The Morning After the Night Before
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Nick/Stephen
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
x_bellaitalia_x’s birthday. Many moons ago you gave me a birthday prompt of this pairing and the words Grand Canyon. Remember that? No, well, I did and this is the end result. If you squint very hard, you might even find the resemblance to the prompt. I hope you have a lovely day. Sorry this has taken about two years!! This very loosely follows Knackered.
The sound of movement from upstairs and the flushing of the toilet told Nick that Sleeping Beauty was now awake and would probably be demanding coffee very shortly.
They’d arrived back late the previous night and Stephen had been exhausted, for once failing to protest that he could manage perfectly well on his own as Nick had bundled him up the stairs and into bed. The fact that he hadn’t even woken up when Nick had got up, showered and gone downstairs to the kitchen had told its own tale.
Nick attached the report he’d just written on the previous night’s activities to an email stating firmly that he didn’t want to be dragged into the ARC for anything less than a full scale creature incursion and sent it to Lester. Fully expecting a terse reply, he quickly closed his laptop and went to put the kettle on.
By the time he elbowed open the bedroom door, carrying a tray of coffee and biscuits, Stephen was back in bed, popped up on the pillows, with his hair in even more disarray than usual.
“Were you expecting breakfast in bed, by any chance?” Nick asked.
“Heard you in the kitchen,” Stephen replied with a lazy smile. “I hoped your mother hen act might still be in full swing.”
“Brat.”
Nick set the tray down on the bedside table and eyed the mess Stephen had contrived to make of the duvet. It was heaped up in ridges and valleys and looked like a particularly vivid illustration of the effects of continental drift. He sat down on the bed, squashing the Himalayas and creating something not dissimilar to the Grand Canyon elsewhere as a result of some sort of strange ripple effect. Or maybe Stephen had just moved his legs….
“What on earth are you thinking about, Cutter?” Stephen asked, around a mouthful of chocolate biscuit.
“Geology,” Nick admitted.
Stephen’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m naked in your bed and you’re thinking about geology?” He sighed theatrically. “That’s it, I shall enter a monastery.”
“Well, you’ve certainly got enough bad habits,” Nick remarked, swiping one of the biscuits before Stephen could scoff the lot.
Stephen groaned. “Cutter, that joke was so weak it shouldn’t have been allowed out of an intensive care unit.” He flipped one corner of the duvet back invitingly and stared up at Nick out of ridiculously blue eyes. “Am I going to get a cuddle?”
“Do you deserve a cuddle?”
The pair of pet blackbirds that masqueraded as Stephen’s eyelashes fluttered in a way that would have made most women – and a large number of men – green with envy.
“I take it that means you think you deserve a cuddle.”
He slipped his old, shabby dressing gown off and joined Stephen in bed. His lover promptly snuggled up next to him like a puppy in a basket. Even after eight years, Nick still wondered what the hell Stephen saw in him but a question like that would only earn him a sharp elbow in the guts, so he knew better than to raise the subject.
Nick had long since accepted the fact that he was the luckiest man in the world. And having already incurred Lester’s wrath for the day, he was intending to take full advantage of that fact. He might as well earn the stroppy reply that would be waiting for him when he finally turned his laptop back on again.
And in any event, Stephen always deserved a cuddle.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Nick/Stephen
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for
x_bellaitalia_x’s birthday. Many moons ago you gave me a birthday prompt of this pairing and the words Grand Canyon. Remember that? No, well, I did and this is the end result. If you squint very hard, you might even find the resemblance to the prompt. I hope you have a lovely day. Sorry this has taken about two years!! This very loosely follows Knackered.The sound of movement from upstairs and the flushing of the toilet told Nick that Sleeping Beauty was now awake and would probably be demanding coffee very shortly.
They’d arrived back late the previous night and Stephen had been exhausted, for once failing to protest that he could manage perfectly well on his own as Nick had bundled him up the stairs and into bed. The fact that he hadn’t even woken up when Nick had got up, showered and gone downstairs to the kitchen had told its own tale.
Nick attached the report he’d just written on the previous night’s activities to an email stating firmly that he didn’t want to be dragged into the ARC for anything less than a full scale creature incursion and sent it to Lester. Fully expecting a terse reply, he quickly closed his laptop and went to put the kettle on.
By the time he elbowed open the bedroom door, carrying a tray of coffee and biscuits, Stephen was back in bed, popped up on the pillows, with his hair in even more disarray than usual.
“Were you expecting breakfast in bed, by any chance?” Nick asked.
“Heard you in the kitchen,” Stephen replied with a lazy smile. “I hoped your mother hen act might still be in full swing.”
“Brat.”
Nick set the tray down on the bedside table and eyed the mess Stephen had contrived to make of the duvet. It was heaped up in ridges and valleys and looked like a particularly vivid illustration of the effects of continental drift. He sat down on the bed, squashing the Himalayas and creating something not dissimilar to the Grand Canyon elsewhere as a result of some sort of strange ripple effect. Or maybe Stephen had just moved his legs….
“What on earth are you thinking about, Cutter?” Stephen asked, around a mouthful of chocolate biscuit.
“Geology,” Nick admitted.
Stephen’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m naked in your bed and you’re thinking about geology?” He sighed theatrically. “That’s it, I shall enter a monastery.”
“Well, you’ve certainly got enough bad habits,” Nick remarked, swiping one of the biscuits before Stephen could scoff the lot.
Stephen groaned. “Cutter, that joke was so weak it shouldn’t have been allowed out of an intensive care unit.” He flipped one corner of the duvet back invitingly and stared up at Nick out of ridiculously blue eyes. “Am I going to get a cuddle?”
“Do you deserve a cuddle?”
The pair of pet blackbirds that masqueraded as Stephen’s eyelashes fluttered in a way that would have made most women – and a large number of men – green with envy.
“I take it that means you think you deserve a cuddle.”
He slipped his old, shabby dressing gown off and joined Stephen in bed. His lover promptly snuggled up next to him like a puppy in a basket. Even after eight years, Nick still wondered what the hell Stephen saw in him but a question like that would only earn him a sharp elbow in the guts, so he knew better than to raise the subject.
Nick had long since accepted the fact that he was the luckiest man in the world. And having already incurred Lester’s wrath for the day, he was intending to take full advantage of that fact. He might as well earn the stroppy reply that would be waiting for him when he finally turned his laptop back on again.
And in any event, Stephen always deserved a cuddle.