Fic, Firelight, Nick/Lester, 12
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fredbassettTitle : Firelight
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Nick/Lester
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lester finally gets some time to relax.
A/N : For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
knitekat's fandom stocking last year and set in her Wolfverse AU.
Nick arrived home to find the house in darkness. “James?”
“In here.” Lester’s voice came from the living room.
Nick knew his lover been at the Home Office for a meeting with the Minister, but they’d had no contact all day. Nick had caught up on his reports in the morning and spent most of the afternoon chasing something furry and obstreperous around Clapham Common.
He dropped his knapsack on the floor in the hall, shed his boots and jacket.
Lester was lying on the sofa, wearing only a dressing gown and slippers, his hair still damp from the shower. He’d taken the time to light a woodfire in the grate and was clearly allowing the warmth and the flames to relax him.
He perched on the arm of the sofa and stroked Lester’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Bad day?”
“Not particularly.” Lester tilted his face up for a kiss and Nick obliged. “I’ve dealt with worse ministers. At least this one seems to listen.”
“You look tired.”
Lester smiled. “No more than usual.”
“Liar.”
“Not much more than usual,” Lester amended.
“I prescribe a gin and tonic, the leftovers from last night’s shepherd’s pie and some quality time relaxing in front of the fire.”
“You’re a doctor of evolutionary biology, not medicine.”
“Don’t split hairs.”
*****
Lester took a sip of his drink.
Nick was a dab hand when it came to fixing a G&T. The secret seemed to be several cubes of ice, some slivers of lime zest and a prodigious slug of gin, topped off with some tonic. When asked what the secret ingredient was, Nick had muttered about extra gin. It was certainly not a drink that one would drive after. But luckily, Lester had no intention of driving for the rest of the night.
Nick was right. He was tired, despite his attempt to defect his lover’s concern.
They’d had a run of potentially high-profile anomalies that had required more hands-on management than usual. Fortunately, everything had stood up to ministerial scrutiny, but there had been a slew of paperwork to be dealt with and several DA notices to be issued, followed by the usual clutch of aggrieved editors to mollify.
He’d had no opportunity to Shift for over two weeks, and he was yearning to shed the pressures of the job and go for a run in the countryside, but there was sod all chance of that for several more days.
He felt Nick’s fingers running through his still-damp hair and pressed into his touch.
“Shift, James,” Nick said softly. “You might not be able to run, but you can stretch out into front of the fire.”
Lester smiled at the tenderness in his lover’s voice. There was no hint now of the irascibility he could so often display; that was gone, leaving behind only warmth and understanding.
He drained the rest of his gin and stretched out on the rug.
*****
Nick slipped down onto the floor and ran his hand slowly down Lester’s strong flank.
It had taken Lester some while to become comfortable with Nick touching him while he was in wolf form. He endured human touch while passing himself off as a dog, but Nick had always been very careful not to initiate close contact unless it was strictly necessary. But gradually, Lester’s inhibitions had lessened as their relationship had deepened. He knew that Nick did not think of him as an animal, as something less than a human being, and his ability to relax like this was testament to that deepening bond of trust between them. Trust based on respect and understanding.
He kept up the slow movement of his hand, feeling the tension start to leave Lester’s body as he revelled in the heat of the fire.
Lester looked up at him, his grey-green eyes sparkling with reflected light. Nick reached out and gently touched the fur on his head. Lester lazily twitched an ear, and Nick smiled. The inference was plain. Lester wanted his ears scratched.
Nick obliged, Lester’s fur thick and soft under his fingers.
Lester rested his head against his Nick’s leg and they stayed like that until the fire died down.
No words were spoken and none were needed.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Nick/Lester
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lester finally gets some time to relax.
A/N : For
knitekat's fandom stocking last year and set in her Wolfverse AU.Nick arrived home to find the house in darkness. “James?”
“In here.” Lester’s voice came from the living room.
Nick knew his lover been at the Home Office for a meeting with the Minister, but they’d had no contact all day. Nick had caught up on his reports in the morning and spent most of the afternoon chasing something furry and obstreperous around Clapham Common.
He dropped his knapsack on the floor in the hall, shed his boots and jacket.
Lester was lying on the sofa, wearing only a dressing gown and slippers, his hair still damp from the shower. He’d taken the time to light a woodfire in the grate and was clearly allowing the warmth and the flames to relax him.
He perched on the arm of the sofa and stroked Lester’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Bad day?”
“Not particularly.” Lester tilted his face up for a kiss and Nick obliged. “I’ve dealt with worse ministers. At least this one seems to listen.”
“You look tired.”
Lester smiled. “No more than usual.”
“Liar.”
“Not much more than usual,” Lester amended.
“I prescribe a gin and tonic, the leftovers from last night’s shepherd’s pie and some quality time relaxing in front of the fire.”
“You’re a doctor of evolutionary biology, not medicine.”
“Don’t split hairs.”
*****
Lester took a sip of his drink.
Nick was a dab hand when it came to fixing a G&T. The secret seemed to be several cubes of ice, some slivers of lime zest and a prodigious slug of gin, topped off with some tonic. When asked what the secret ingredient was, Nick had muttered about extra gin. It was certainly not a drink that one would drive after. But luckily, Lester had no intention of driving for the rest of the night.
Nick was right. He was tired, despite his attempt to defect his lover’s concern.
They’d had a run of potentially high-profile anomalies that had required more hands-on management than usual. Fortunately, everything had stood up to ministerial scrutiny, but there had been a slew of paperwork to be dealt with and several DA notices to be issued, followed by the usual clutch of aggrieved editors to mollify.
He’d had no opportunity to Shift for over two weeks, and he was yearning to shed the pressures of the job and go for a run in the countryside, but there was sod all chance of that for several more days.
He felt Nick’s fingers running through his still-damp hair and pressed into his touch.
“Shift, James,” Nick said softly. “You might not be able to run, but you can stretch out into front of the fire.”
Lester smiled at the tenderness in his lover’s voice. There was no hint now of the irascibility he could so often display; that was gone, leaving behind only warmth and understanding.
He drained the rest of his gin and stretched out on the rug.
*****
Nick slipped down onto the floor and ran his hand slowly down Lester’s strong flank.
It had taken Lester some while to become comfortable with Nick touching him while he was in wolf form. He endured human touch while passing himself off as a dog, but Nick had always been very careful not to initiate close contact unless it was strictly necessary. But gradually, Lester’s inhibitions had lessened as their relationship had deepened. He knew that Nick did not think of him as an animal, as something less than a human being, and his ability to relax like this was testament to that deepening bond of trust between them. Trust based on respect and understanding.
He kept up the slow movement of his hand, feeling the tension start to leave Lester’s body as he revelled in the heat of the fire.
Lester looked up at him, his grey-green eyes sparkling with reflected light. Nick reached out and gently touched the fur on his head. Lester lazily twitched an ear, and Nick smiled. The inference was plain. Lester wanted his ears scratched.
Nick obliged, Lester’s fur thick and soft under his fingers.
Lester rested his head against his Nick’s leg and they stayed like that until the fire died down.
No words were spoken and none were needed.
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Date: 2018-12-27 07:48 pm (UTC)So calm and soothing in tone.
A perfect read after a strenuous month!
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Date: 2018-12-27 07:53 pm (UTC)