Fic, Bloody Students! Nick/Stephen, 18
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fredbassettTitle : Bloody Students!
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Nick/Stephen, The Dean
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Nick is grouchy, Stephen is distracting.
A/N : 1) Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adafrog’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day! 2) The prompt is one for my Primeval Bingo Card: Getting Physical: touching, hugging and cuddling. clea2011 kindly cave me the additional prompt line: “Outside his window at the uni. Bloody students.”
“Bloody students!”
Nick’s irritated exclamation drew Stephen’s attention away from the extremely boring grant submission he’d been ploughing through for the last two hours. He looked up to find Nick leaning on the windowsill, staring down at the grassy courtyard beneath their second floor window, a frown on his face.
“What are they doing now?” he asked, leaning back in his chair and stretching the kinks out of his neck and back.
“Lounging around on the grass wearing nothing bigger than a pocket handkerchief. And that’s the blokes as well!”
“Cutter, you’re starting to sound like your own grandmother!”
Nick turned around, having the grace to look slightly sheepish. “They’re drinking and snogging as well. All over each other like bloody rashes.”
“You mean they’re behaving like normal students?”
“They’re doing it outside my bloody window!”
Stephen sauntered over and stood behind Nick, looping his arms around his lover’s waist. “You’re a grumpy old bugger. Have I told you that recently?”
“You might have done,” Nick admitted.
Stephen turned Nick back around to face the students. “Smile nicely at the children,” he said, bending down to make sure his breath ticked the back of Nick’s neck.
“Stephen!” Nick sounded faintly scandalised, and Stephen knew perfectly well he’d started to blush. Taking advantage of the fact, Stephen let one hand drop down to stroke over the front of Nick’s jeans. A slightly strangled noise at the back of Nick’s throat told him that he’d successfully discomforted the irascible academic.
Pressing home his advantage, Stephen started to stroke the growing bulge between Nick’s legs.
“Someone’s going to notice!” Stephen took pride in the fact that Nick’s voice had risen by at least half an octave.
“No, they’re not. The sun’s shining straight at the front of the building. They won’t see anything other than reflection off the grass.”
“Someone might come in!”
“I put a ‘do not disturb’ sign outside an hour ago and locked the door.”
“They’ll think we’re shagging!”
“They’ll think you’re in a bad temper and I’m tired of cleaning blood off the carpet.” Stephen slid the zip down and insinuated his hand into the front of Nick’s trousers. “They’re snogging but you’re getting a hand job.”
Nick made another rather incoherent noise, but the way he pressed his hips forward told Stephen that there’d be trouble if he stopped. Using his other hand, Stephen opened Nick’s belt and flipped open the button at his waist, making it easier for him to run his fingers up and down Nick’s rapidly-hardening cock.
They’d worked together for three years and been lovers for the past six months. Stephen sometimes felt he knew Nick almost as well as he knew himself, and although Nick was a generous lover, he wasn’t always very adventurous when it came to sex, so Stephen was gradually pushing the boundaries when the opportunity arose. Nick wasn’t usually slow to respond, and Stephen could feel the moisture already starting to bead at the tip of his cock. He gently tugged Nick’s foreskin back and ran the tips of his fingers lightly along the slit, massaging the beads of pre-come into the sensitive head.
Nick’s breath caught in his throat and he gave a slight moan. Stephen nuzzled the back of his neck, knowing how sensitive Nick was there. He could tell that Nick was torn between pushing back into his embrace and canting his hips forward to allow Stephen better access.
Stephen smiled and nipped at Nick’s neck. “Relax and let me do the work, you just stand there dispensing disapproving Calvinist stares.”
“Bloody cheek!” But the protest was half-hearted.
Stephen continued to stroke Nick’s cock, drawing his fingers from root to tip and back again, occasionally pausing to tease at the slit, or dropping lower to cup Nick’s balls and roll them gently in his palm. Nick was breathing faster now, and Stephen knew that the feeling of possibly being watched was heightening Nick’s pleasure in new, and probably wholly unexpected, ways. He quickened the movements of his hand and at the same time moved his mouth to lick and nip at Nick’s earlobe. Stephen could tell Nick was getting closer to the edge when his lover started to thrust up into his hand, rubbing his arse against Stephen’s own erection and then pushing his cock into the tight circle of Stephen’s fingers, chasing his own pleasure now, regardless of where he was or the presence of the students lounging around on the grass below them.
Unable to obey Stephen’s instructions to let him to the work, Nick was thrusting faster now, and all Stephen had to do was just keep the right amount of pressure on the hard, hot cock in his hand, letting Nick set the pace he wanted as the friction mounted with each drag of skin against skin.
“Close?” he murmured, licking the sensitive spot behind Nick’s earlobe.
“Fucking close,” Nick acknowledged.
Footsteps in the corridor outside the door brought the movement of Nick’s hips to an abrupt halt. The dean’s voice was the next thing they heard, talking to someone just outside the door.
Stephen just nipped at Nick’s ear and moved his hand even faster, drawing the taut skin of Nick’s foreskin up and over the head of his cock, increasing the friction to what he knew must be an almost unbearable level. Nick was holding his breath, almost trembling from the anticipation of whether the dean was going to rap on the door or not. Another couple of short, hard strokes later and Nick gave a quiet gasp and Stephen felt his cock pulse in his hand. Catching the thick fluid in his palm, Stephen used it to slick his movements as he stroked Nick through his climax, long practice telling him exactly when to stop before Nick became too sensitive.
Stephen could feel Nick’s heart thudding as he fought to steady his breathing. With a muttered, “Sorry,” he wiped the palm of his hand on Nick’s underwear, quickly tugged his pants back into position, zipped up Nick’s jeans and quickly refastened his belt. Leaving Nick still fighting to regain his composure, Stephen went over to the door, drew the bolt noiselessly back, and then sauntered casually back to his own desk,
A moment later, the door opened and the dean – oblivious as ever to the ‘do not disturb’ sign, strode in. Seeing Nick standing by the window, the dean commented. “Bloody students. They were practically having public sex when I last looked. Place is going to the bloody dogs.”
Nick turned around, a slight flush still evident on his cheeks. “Don’t know what the world’s coming to,” he agreed, studiously not meeting Stephen’s eyes.
Stephen grinned, wondering what it would take to get Nick to agree to being on the receiving end of a blow job in the office.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Nick/Stephen, The Dean
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Nick is grouchy, Stephen is distracting.
A/N : 1) Written for
adafrog’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day! 2) The prompt is one for my Primeval Bingo Card: Getting Physical: touching, hugging and cuddling. clea2011 kindly cave me the additional prompt line: “Outside his window at the uni. Bloody students.”“Bloody students!”
Nick’s irritated exclamation drew Stephen’s attention away from the extremely boring grant submission he’d been ploughing through for the last two hours. He looked up to find Nick leaning on the windowsill, staring down at the grassy courtyard beneath their second floor window, a frown on his face.
“What are they doing now?” he asked, leaning back in his chair and stretching the kinks out of his neck and back.
“Lounging around on the grass wearing nothing bigger than a pocket handkerchief. And that’s the blokes as well!”
“Cutter, you’re starting to sound like your own grandmother!”
Nick turned around, having the grace to look slightly sheepish. “They’re drinking and snogging as well. All over each other like bloody rashes.”
“You mean they’re behaving like normal students?”
“They’re doing it outside my bloody window!”
Stephen sauntered over and stood behind Nick, looping his arms around his lover’s waist. “You’re a grumpy old bugger. Have I told you that recently?”
“You might have done,” Nick admitted.
Stephen turned Nick back around to face the students. “Smile nicely at the children,” he said, bending down to make sure his breath ticked the back of Nick’s neck.
“Stephen!” Nick sounded faintly scandalised, and Stephen knew perfectly well he’d started to blush. Taking advantage of the fact, Stephen let one hand drop down to stroke over the front of Nick’s jeans. A slightly strangled noise at the back of Nick’s throat told him that he’d successfully discomforted the irascible academic.
Pressing home his advantage, Stephen started to stroke the growing bulge between Nick’s legs.
“Someone’s going to notice!” Stephen took pride in the fact that Nick’s voice had risen by at least half an octave.
“No, they’re not. The sun’s shining straight at the front of the building. They won’t see anything other than reflection off the grass.”
“Someone might come in!”
“I put a ‘do not disturb’ sign outside an hour ago and locked the door.”
“They’ll think we’re shagging!”
“They’ll think you’re in a bad temper and I’m tired of cleaning blood off the carpet.” Stephen slid the zip down and insinuated his hand into the front of Nick’s trousers. “They’re snogging but you’re getting a hand job.”
Nick made another rather incoherent noise, but the way he pressed his hips forward told Stephen that there’d be trouble if he stopped. Using his other hand, Stephen opened Nick’s belt and flipped open the button at his waist, making it easier for him to run his fingers up and down Nick’s rapidly-hardening cock.
They’d worked together for three years and been lovers for the past six months. Stephen sometimes felt he knew Nick almost as well as he knew himself, and although Nick was a generous lover, he wasn’t always very adventurous when it came to sex, so Stephen was gradually pushing the boundaries when the opportunity arose. Nick wasn’t usually slow to respond, and Stephen could feel the moisture already starting to bead at the tip of his cock. He gently tugged Nick’s foreskin back and ran the tips of his fingers lightly along the slit, massaging the beads of pre-come into the sensitive head.
Nick’s breath caught in his throat and he gave a slight moan. Stephen nuzzled the back of his neck, knowing how sensitive Nick was there. He could tell that Nick was torn between pushing back into his embrace and canting his hips forward to allow Stephen better access.
Stephen smiled and nipped at Nick’s neck. “Relax and let me do the work, you just stand there dispensing disapproving Calvinist stares.”
“Bloody cheek!” But the protest was half-hearted.
Stephen continued to stroke Nick’s cock, drawing his fingers from root to tip and back again, occasionally pausing to tease at the slit, or dropping lower to cup Nick’s balls and roll them gently in his palm. Nick was breathing faster now, and Stephen knew that the feeling of possibly being watched was heightening Nick’s pleasure in new, and probably wholly unexpected, ways. He quickened the movements of his hand and at the same time moved his mouth to lick and nip at Nick’s earlobe. Stephen could tell Nick was getting closer to the edge when his lover started to thrust up into his hand, rubbing his arse against Stephen’s own erection and then pushing his cock into the tight circle of Stephen’s fingers, chasing his own pleasure now, regardless of where he was or the presence of the students lounging around on the grass below them.
Unable to obey Stephen’s instructions to let him to the work, Nick was thrusting faster now, and all Stephen had to do was just keep the right amount of pressure on the hard, hot cock in his hand, letting Nick set the pace he wanted as the friction mounted with each drag of skin against skin.
“Close?” he murmured, licking the sensitive spot behind Nick’s earlobe.
“Fucking close,” Nick acknowledged.
Footsteps in the corridor outside the door brought the movement of Nick’s hips to an abrupt halt. The dean’s voice was the next thing they heard, talking to someone just outside the door.
Stephen just nipped at Nick’s ear and moved his hand even faster, drawing the taut skin of Nick’s foreskin up and over the head of his cock, increasing the friction to what he knew must be an almost unbearable level. Nick was holding his breath, almost trembling from the anticipation of whether the dean was going to rap on the door or not. Another couple of short, hard strokes later and Nick gave a quiet gasp and Stephen felt his cock pulse in his hand. Catching the thick fluid in his palm, Stephen used it to slick his movements as he stroked Nick through his climax, long practice telling him exactly when to stop before Nick became too sensitive.
Stephen could feel Nick’s heart thudding as he fought to steady his breathing. With a muttered, “Sorry,” he wiped the palm of his hand on Nick’s underwear, quickly tugged his pants back into position, zipped up Nick’s jeans and quickly refastened his belt. Leaving Nick still fighting to regain his composure, Stephen went over to the door, drew the bolt noiselessly back, and then sauntered casually back to his own desk,
A moment later, the door opened and the dean – oblivious as ever to the ‘do not disturb’ sign, strode in. Seeing Nick standing by the window, the dean commented. “Bloody students. They were practically having public sex when I last looked. Place is going to the bloody dogs.”
Nick turned around, a slight flush still evident on his cheeks. “Don’t know what the world’s coming to,” he agreed, studiously not meeting Stephen’s eyes.
Stephen grinned, wondering what it would take to get Nick to agree to being on the receiving end of a blow job in the office.
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Date: 2014-05-09 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-05-09 06:22 pm (UTC)Stephen is very good for Nick.
They’ll think you’re in a bad temper and I’m tired of cleaning blood off the carpet.”
*snorfle*
That was some very hot sex. *fans self*
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Date: 2014-05-10 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-09 06:49 pm (UTC)And we definitely need to see the blow-job!
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Date: 2014-05-10 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-09 07:13 pm (UTC)That's awesome! Good for Stephen!
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Date: 2014-05-10 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-09 11:18 pm (UTC)And happy birthday to Adafrog!
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Date: 2014-05-10 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-09 11:30 pm (UTC)LOL. Well, Nick has to reciprocate... Stephen is very good for him *G*
Love the exchange between the Dean and Cutter
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