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fredbassettTitle : In the Heat of the Night
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Lester/Nick
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Word Count: 2,323
Summary : It’s hot and Lester desperately needs a run.
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knitekat’s birthday, and for her prompt “In the dark”. This is set in your wonderful Wolfverse, sweetie. I hope you had a wonderful birthday yesterday! And sorry this is slightly late.
The heat wave had settled on London like a heavy and extremely unwelcome electric blanket stuck on its highest setting. The air-conditioning system in the ARC fought an unequal fight and finally gave up, leaving the inhabitants sweltering inside what was, after all, only a very big glass box, thinly disguised as award-winning architecture, while Maintenance did everything they could to coax the system back to life. But after a while even they slapped a Do Not Attempt To Resuscitate notice on it and started scouring eBay for new parts, deeming that course of action faster and more reliable than the Home Office’s procurement systems.
Any windows that could be opened were left that way, day and night. The basement rooms ended up too stuffy for anyone to work there and eventually even the soldiers gave up using the underground shooting range in favour of lounging around, shirts off, underneath any shade they could find in the grounds, too lethargic even to start a fight.
The only anomalies that appeared disgorged nothing more startling than a few overgrown wombats and a rather surprised-looking Gallimimus that took one look at the 21st century and decided to head for home with impressive alacrity. Lester wished all their visitors would display such remarkable good sense.
By the end of the first week of soaring temperatures, even Lester had given up any attempt at maintaining proper office dress and had gone to work in a pair of light chinos and an open-necked shirt, but he drew the line at sandals. Hell would freeze over before he’d commit that particular crime against sartorial elegance. However, after a second week of blistering weather, he was starting to wonder whether it would be worth it, just to see if temperatures would drop as a result.
Replacement parts for the air-conditioning system were rumoured to be being shipped over from China – by sea, judging by the length of time they were taking to arrive – but beggars couldn’t be choosers. In the meantime, the ARC was running up an electricity bill the size of Greece’s national debt to power the free-standing fans that were running throughout the building. Staff had scoured every shop selling electrical goods in a 100 mile radius, if the size of the mileage claims were to be believed, but all the fans seemed to do was move hot air around, rather than having any noticeable cooling effect.
By the end of the second week, tempers were even more frayed than Connor’s jeans and Lester had sent every non-essential member of staff home early, in an attempt to reduce the tension hanging over the building like its own personal thundercloud. The Met Office had kept forlornly forecasting a break in the weather that never deigned to arrive, and now the temperatures for the weekend looked set to soar even higher.
Lester had no desire to get caught in the rush of traffic trying to escape the confines of London on a Friday night, so he’d simply have to make the best of a bad job. When he finally finished wrestling his latest ministerial briefing into submission, he went in search of Nick, finding his lover holed up in his office with four fans pointing at his desk while several large fossils did their best to stop the usual mess of papers fluttering off in the breeze.
Nick looked up, his hair sticking up in damp, sweaty spikes, as Lester knocked lightly on the open door. He looked as hot as Lester felt, with sunburn from an anomaly shout at the beginning of the week now starting to peel from his nose. Nick’s complexion didn’t take well to this sort of weather.
“There’s a gin and tonic with plenty of ice waiting for me back at the flat,” Lester said.
“And a cold beer for me?” Nick sounded hopeful as he glanced at the clock, clearly surprised that Lester was prepared to leave so early.
“As many cold beers as you like.”
“Can I drink one of them in the shower?”
“Now you’re wheedling. But yes, on this occasion, I’ll even let you drink one in the shower.”
Nick grinned. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, James Lester.”
Lester rolled his eyes. “Come on, the worst of the traffic will be over now. It’ll be more pleasant in the car than in this sauna.”
The air-conditioning in Lester’s Mercedes was made of sterner stuff than the system in the ARC, and by the time they got back to the flat, both of them had cooled down to an acceptable level, but that didn’t last long. A cool shower – complete with the promised cold beer for Nick – helped slightly, as did copious quantities of gin, tonic and ice for Lester. After a simple meal of cold chicken and salad, they both retired to the living room to read.
The heat had sapped their energy and by 10pm, Nick was yawning. Neither of them had been sleeping well, but on this occasion, Nick was fast asleep within 15 minutes of getting into bed. Lester gently lifted the book off his partner’s chest and turned the light out, but an hour later, he was no nearer to following Nick into much-needed oblivion.
Lester found it hard to stop himself tossing and turning. His legs were particularly restless, no matter how much he tried to stretch out and relax. Eventually, worried that he was going to disturb Nick, he got up, and padded naked into the living room, but even walking around brought him no respite. He needed to run, to stretch his legs properly, despite the heat.
Moving as silently as he could, Lester pulled on a pair of light trousers and a teeshirt, left a note for Nick on the bedside table in case he woke up, and slipped out of the flat. It wasn’t yet midnight, but the streets were surprisingly quiet, the hordes of tourists who thronged Whitehall during the day having thinned out at last, although there were a few still out and about, cameras slung around their necks as they headed for the river to take photos of the London Eye and the various river boats festooned in lights.
Lester walked quickly across Horseguards Parade heading for one of the entrances to St James’s Park. The gates would be locked in 15 minutes. He slipped inside and made sure he stayed out of sight until locking up had taken place. Getting out would present him no problems, but he preferred to enter discreetly if he could, moving quickly into the shadow of the bushes around the perimeter. Once there, it was a simple matter to Change, so that instead of a man, a large dark-furred wolf paced out of the undergrowth and set off at a loping run around the edge of the park.
The paths and tracks within the park were as familiar to Lester as the corridors of the ARC. He knew to give the pelicans’ enclosure a wide berth, breaking into a loping run that ate up the ground beneath his paws. The birds had as much of an attitude problem as a classroom full of hormonal teenagers, but without the distraction of the internet, and they were quite capable of making enough racket to wake the dead.
The restlessness had gone from his legs now, as Lester let himself become absorbed in the night time world of the oldest Royal Park in London, concentrating on nothing other than gliding from one patch of concealing shadow to the next. It was never possible to experience true darkness in the city, with the ever-present glow of millions of streetlamps hanging like a yellow fog in the air, but amidst the trees and bushes of the park after midnight, Lester could run freely, his tongue lolling between his jaws, absorbed in a world of smell and taste, where even the parched grass beneath his paws held a scent of its own.
At that time of night there were few prying eyes. The ever-present CCTV cameras that festooned the streets had not yet made their way into the heart of the park. Lester knew which entrances to avoid and when to stay away from the perimeter. Nick worried about this sort of nocturnal excursion but there was a limit to how long Lester could bear to be confined in the city without being able to release his pen-up energy. There were times, like tonight, even though the moon was no more than a thin sickle in the sky, when he simply had allow the wolf to run. It was either that or spend a sleepless night pacing the confines of the flat, and it was by far too hot for that.
A full circuit of the park brought him back to the narrow neck of land that led to Duck Island. The harsh cry of a bird warned him that the pelicans were vigilant to the intruder in their midst. Lester veered away from their territory, knowing that if he kept his distance there would be no problem. With a quick glance around to be sure there were no prying eyes on him, he loped down to the water’s edge and flopped down in the shallows, feeling the cool water seep through his thick pelt and start to cool him down.
He lay there, lapping at the water, and listening to the sounds of the night. Even after midnight, the movement of traffic outside the park was ceaseless. A siren sounded briefly and he heard a snatch of singing from a group of lads on the other side of the fence. For a moment he wondered if they were going to attempt to climb the railings, but they soon moved off, leaving him to share the night with a large vixen, staring at him from the undergrowth near the lake shore.
She cocked her head to one side, staring at him out of dark, intelligent eyes. Animals were always aware of his otherness, some wary, some frightened, some hostile, but it was rare for any creature to challenge him, even when he strayed into their territory. He returned her stare from the shallow water at the lake’s edge.
The vixen shook herself, turned, and trotted away.
Lester stood up and followed suit, sending water droplets flying in a wide arc. It was time to return home before Nick woke up and found the note. Breaking into a loping run again, Lester made his way back towards the Guards Memorial, eyes, ears and nose alert for the presence of any passersby. He took the low fence in his stride, moving quickly into bushes, entering as a tall, dark-furred wolf and exiting as a casually-dressed man of middle-height, smoothing back damp hair.
The lights were still off in the flat as Lester stepped into the hall. Leaving his keys on the half-moon table just inside the door, Lester followed the gentle sound of Nick’s snoring into the bedroom and smiled at the sight of his lover lying in the loose-limbed sprawl of sleep, head pillowed in the crook of one arm. Lester quietly removed the note he’d left on the bedside table. No point in courting a telling-off for taking risks.
Lester undressed quickly and slipped into bed beside Nick, hoping he didn’t smell too much of pond-water. On cue, Nick turned over in his sleep and draped a warm arm around Lester’s waist, snuggling up to him.
“Had a shower?” he murmured, face pressed into Lester’s neck.
An answering murmur of what might have been assent but which could equally have been denial seemed the safest response.
He turned and sought out Nick’s lips for what he intended to be no more than a chaste goodnight kiss, laced with an apology for having awoken his lover, but Nick clearly had other ideas. His lips parted, drawing Lester into a deeper kiss. Still pleasantly cool from his dip in the lake, Lester wasn’t slow to respond. He felt Nick’s cock stirring against his and burrowed one hand between them to stroke his lover to full hardness. It had been too hot over the last couple of weeks for either of them to have felt like much in the way of bedroom activities, but with the adrenaline from his nocturnal escapade still thrumming in his veins, Lester’s own arousal was equally swift.
Nick’s hand ran lightly up and down Lester’s back, skimming over sensitive skin and coming to rest on his arse, fingers digging lightly in and kneading his flesh in time with the movement of Lester’s hand on Nick’s cock. Lester shifted position slightly, enabling him to wrap his hand around both of their cocks at once. It felt good and it wasn’t long before Lester could feel his balls tightening. He drew in a shaky breath, trying to prolong the moment, but Nick bucked his hips, driving up into Lester’s fist, his cock, slick with pre-come, sliding against Lester’s hard shaft.
Lester gasped, feeling his climax start to roll over him in a warm wave. Nick kissed him hard, mouth open, using lips, teeth and tongue as he followed Lester over the brink into orgasm. Lester lay with his head on Nick’s shoulder as the small aftershocks coursed through his body. They were both sweating again, but Lester felt too pleasantly lethargic to move.
“Lazy bugger,” Nick commented affectionately as he extricated himself from the tangle of arms and legs and went to the bathroom. He brought back two cool, wet cloths and passed one to Lester.
Following a rapid clean-up, Lester returned to his favourite sleeping position, spooned around Nick’s back. Even in this weather, it was hard to ignore the imperative to bond with his mate.
Tomorrow he’d insist on a long walk outside London, preferably somewhere with trees and water, where he didn’t have to worry about attracting the attention of bloody pelicans.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Lester/Nick
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Word Count: 2,323
Summary : It’s hot and Lester desperately needs a run.
A/N : Written for
knitekat’s birthday, and for her prompt “In the dark”. This is set in your wonderful Wolfverse, sweetie. I hope you had a wonderful birthday yesterday! And sorry this is slightly late.The heat wave had settled on London like a heavy and extremely unwelcome electric blanket stuck on its highest setting. The air-conditioning system in the ARC fought an unequal fight and finally gave up, leaving the inhabitants sweltering inside what was, after all, only a very big glass box, thinly disguised as award-winning architecture, while Maintenance did everything they could to coax the system back to life. But after a while even they slapped a Do Not Attempt To Resuscitate notice on it and started scouring eBay for new parts, deeming that course of action faster and more reliable than the Home Office’s procurement systems.
Any windows that could be opened were left that way, day and night. The basement rooms ended up too stuffy for anyone to work there and eventually even the soldiers gave up using the underground shooting range in favour of lounging around, shirts off, underneath any shade they could find in the grounds, too lethargic even to start a fight.
The only anomalies that appeared disgorged nothing more startling than a few overgrown wombats and a rather surprised-looking Gallimimus that took one look at the 21st century and decided to head for home with impressive alacrity. Lester wished all their visitors would display such remarkable good sense.
By the end of the first week of soaring temperatures, even Lester had given up any attempt at maintaining proper office dress and had gone to work in a pair of light chinos and an open-necked shirt, but he drew the line at sandals. Hell would freeze over before he’d commit that particular crime against sartorial elegance. However, after a second week of blistering weather, he was starting to wonder whether it would be worth it, just to see if temperatures would drop as a result.
Replacement parts for the air-conditioning system were rumoured to be being shipped over from China – by sea, judging by the length of time they were taking to arrive – but beggars couldn’t be choosers. In the meantime, the ARC was running up an electricity bill the size of Greece’s national debt to power the free-standing fans that were running throughout the building. Staff had scoured every shop selling electrical goods in a 100 mile radius, if the size of the mileage claims were to be believed, but all the fans seemed to do was move hot air around, rather than having any noticeable cooling effect.
By the end of the second week, tempers were even more frayed than Connor’s jeans and Lester had sent every non-essential member of staff home early, in an attempt to reduce the tension hanging over the building like its own personal thundercloud. The Met Office had kept forlornly forecasting a break in the weather that never deigned to arrive, and now the temperatures for the weekend looked set to soar even higher.
Lester had no desire to get caught in the rush of traffic trying to escape the confines of London on a Friday night, so he’d simply have to make the best of a bad job. When he finally finished wrestling his latest ministerial briefing into submission, he went in search of Nick, finding his lover holed up in his office with four fans pointing at his desk while several large fossils did their best to stop the usual mess of papers fluttering off in the breeze.
Nick looked up, his hair sticking up in damp, sweaty spikes, as Lester knocked lightly on the open door. He looked as hot as Lester felt, with sunburn from an anomaly shout at the beginning of the week now starting to peel from his nose. Nick’s complexion didn’t take well to this sort of weather.
“There’s a gin and tonic with plenty of ice waiting for me back at the flat,” Lester said.
“And a cold beer for me?” Nick sounded hopeful as he glanced at the clock, clearly surprised that Lester was prepared to leave so early.
“As many cold beers as you like.”
“Can I drink one of them in the shower?”
“Now you’re wheedling. But yes, on this occasion, I’ll even let you drink one in the shower.”
Nick grinned. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, James Lester.”
Lester rolled his eyes. “Come on, the worst of the traffic will be over now. It’ll be more pleasant in the car than in this sauna.”
The air-conditioning in Lester’s Mercedes was made of sterner stuff than the system in the ARC, and by the time they got back to the flat, both of them had cooled down to an acceptable level, but that didn’t last long. A cool shower – complete with the promised cold beer for Nick – helped slightly, as did copious quantities of gin, tonic and ice for Lester. After a simple meal of cold chicken and salad, they both retired to the living room to read.
The heat had sapped their energy and by 10pm, Nick was yawning. Neither of them had been sleeping well, but on this occasion, Nick was fast asleep within 15 minutes of getting into bed. Lester gently lifted the book off his partner’s chest and turned the light out, but an hour later, he was no nearer to following Nick into much-needed oblivion.
Lester found it hard to stop himself tossing and turning. His legs were particularly restless, no matter how much he tried to stretch out and relax. Eventually, worried that he was going to disturb Nick, he got up, and padded naked into the living room, but even walking around brought him no respite. He needed to run, to stretch his legs properly, despite the heat.
Moving as silently as he could, Lester pulled on a pair of light trousers and a teeshirt, left a note for Nick on the bedside table in case he woke up, and slipped out of the flat. It wasn’t yet midnight, but the streets were surprisingly quiet, the hordes of tourists who thronged Whitehall during the day having thinned out at last, although there were a few still out and about, cameras slung around their necks as they headed for the river to take photos of the London Eye and the various river boats festooned in lights.
Lester walked quickly across Horseguards Parade heading for one of the entrances to St James’s Park. The gates would be locked in 15 minutes. He slipped inside and made sure he stayed out of sight until locking up had taken place. Getting out would present him no problems, but he preferred to enter discreetly if he could, moving quickly into the shadow of the bushes around the perimeter. Once there, it was a simple matter to Change, so that instead of a man, a large dark-furred wolf paced out of the undergrowth and set off at a loping run around the edge of the park.
The paths and tracks within the park were as familiar to Lester as the corridors of the ARC. He knew to give the pelicans’ enclosure a wide berth, breaking into a loping run that ate up the ground beneath his paws. The birds had as much of an attitude problem as a classroom full of hormonal teenagers, but without the distraction of the internet, and they were quite capable of making enough racket to wake the dead.
The restlessness had gone from his legs now, as Lester let himself become absorbed in the night time world of the oldest Royal Park in London, concentrating on nothing other than gliding from one patch of concealing shadow to the next. It was never possible to experience true darkness in the city, with the ever-present glow of millions of streetlamps hanging like a yellow fog in the air, but amidst the trees and bushes of the park after midnight, Lester could run freely, his tongue lolling between his jaws, absorbed in a world of smell and taste, where even the parched grass beneath his paws held a scent of its own.
At that time of night there were few prying eyes. The ever-present CCTV cameras that festooned the streets had not yet made their way into the heart of the park. Lester knew which entrances to avoid and when to stay away from the perimeter. Nick worried about this sort of nocturnal excursion but there was a limit to how long Lester could bear to be confined in the city without being able to release his pen-up energy. There were times, like tonight, even though the moon was no more than a thin sickle in the sky, when he simply had allow the wolf to run. It was either that or spend a sleepless night pacing the confines of the flat, and it was by far too hot for that.
A full circuit of the park brought him back to the narrow neck of land that led to Duck Island. The harsh cry of a bird warned him that the pelicans were vigilant to the intruder in their midst. Lester veered away from their territory, knowing that if he kept his distance there would be no problem. With a quick glance around to be sure there were no prying eyes on him, he loped down to the water’s edge and flopped down in the shallows, feeling the cool water seep through his thick pelt and start to cool him down.
He lay there, lapping at the water, and listening to the sounds of the night. Even after midnight, the movement of traffic outside the park was ceaseless. A siren sounded briefly and he heard a snatch of singing from a group of lads on the other side of the fence. For a moment he wondered if they were going to attempt to climb the railings, but they soon moved off, leaving him to share the night with a large vixen, staring at him from the undergrowth near the lake shore.
She cocked her head to one side, staring at him out of dark, intelligent eyes. Animals were always aware of his otherness, some wary, some frightened, some hostile, but it was rare for any creature to challenge him, even when he strayed into their territory. He returned her stare from the shallow water at the lake’s edge.
The vixen shook herself, turned, and trotted away.
Lester stood up and followed suit, sending water droplets flying in a wide arc. It was time to return home before Nick woke up and found the note. Breaking into a loping run again, Lester made his way back towards the Guards Memorial, eyes, ears and nose alert for the presence of any passersby. He took the low fence in his stride, moving quickly into bushes, entering as a tall, dark-furred wolf and exiting as a casually-dressed man of middle-height, smoothing back damp hair.
The lights were still off in the flat as Lester stepped into the hall. Leaving his keys on the half-moon table just inside the door, Lester followed the gentle sound of Nick’s snoring into the bedroom and smiled at the sight of his lover lying in the loose-limbed sprawl of sleep, head pillowed in the crook of one arm. Lester quietly removed the note he’d left on the bedside table. No point in courting a telling-off for taking risks.
Lester undressed quickly and slipped into bed beside Nick, hoping he didn’t smell too much of pond-water. On cue, Nick turned over in his sleep and draped a warm arm around Lester’s waist, snuggling up to him.
“Had a shower?” he murmured, face pressed into Lester’s neck.
An answering murmur of what might have been assent but which could equally have been denial seemed the safest response.
He turned and sought out Nick’s lips for what he intended to be no more than a chaste goodnight kiss, laced with an apology for having awoken his lover, but Nick clearly had other ideas. His lips parted, drawing Lester into a deeper kiss. Still pleasantly cool from his dip in the lake, Lester wasn’t slow to respond. He felt Nick’s cock stirring against his and burrowed one hand between them to stroke his lover to full hardness. It had been too hot over the last couple of weeks for either of them to have felt like much in the way of bedroom activities, but with the adrenaline from his nocturnal escapade still thrumming in his veins, Lester’s own arousal was equally swift.
Nick’s hand ran lightly up and down Lester’s back, skimming over sensitive skin and coming to rest on his arse, fingers digging lightly in and kneading his flesh in time with the movement of Lester’s hand on Nick’s cock. Lester shifted position slightly, enabling him to wrap his hand around both of their cocks at once. It felt good and it wasn’t long before Lester could feel his balls tightening. He drew in a shaky breath, trying to prolong the moment, but Nick bucked his hips, driving up into Lester’s fist, his cock, slick with pre-come, sliding against Lester’s hard shaft.
Lester gasped, feeling his climax start to roll over him in a warm wave. Nick kissed him hard, mouth open, using lips, teeth and tongue as he followed Lester over the brink into orgasm. Lester lay with his head on Nick’s shoulder as the small aftershocks coursed through his body. They were both sweating again, but Lester felt too pleasantly lethargic to move.
“Lazy bugger,” Nick commented affectionately as he extricated himself from the tangle of arms and legs and went to the bathroom. He brought back two cool, wet cloths and passed one to Lester.
Following a rapid clean-up, Lester returned to his favourite sleeping position, spooned around Nick’s back. Even in this weather, it was hard to ignore the imperative to bond with his mate.
Tomorrow he’d insist on a long walk outside London, preferably somewhere with trees and water, where he didn’t have to worry about attracting the attention of bloody pelicans.
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Date: 2014-08-06 07:34 pm (UTC)Love the descriptions, Lester running in the night and of course Nick would worry about it. And lovely bit of smut at the end too.
*purrs* and *winds round your ankles*
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Date: 2014-08-13 05:17 am (UTC)The restlessness of his legs in the heat was perfect. That's exactly what happens. Luckily he was able to do something about it!
The nighttime run made me quite jealous and the bit with the vixen had me holding my breath.
Mmmmm for lovely lazy sex, and *snorfle* for the last line!
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