fredbassett

Title : Snowshoe Rabbit
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Lester/Lyle
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Lyle), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lyle insists on a trek up a snow covered hill in the mist.
A/N: 1) Written for

goldarrow’s Denial Stocking 2) Ooops, I didn't finish posting the Denial stockings. My bad!

“Remind me again why it was a good idea to leave the tram road, my little Arctic hare?”

“For the unparalleled views from up here. Look, we can nearly see Pen y Fan.”

“No, we can’t. There was a heavy mist when we left the track. Now there’s an impenetrable mist. And it’s almost certainly going to snow.”

“The forecast said it was going to clear up.”

Lester sat down on rock outcrop and mustered a glare from the very depths of his soul. “We’re in Wales. It’s a well-known fact that the ability to accurately forecast anything other than generalised foul weather ends at the Severn Bridge.”

“Never mind, oh cutest of cantankerous ptarmigans, we can always retrace our steps in the snow.”

With the impeccable timing Lester had come to associate with his boyfriend’s pronouncements, fat flakes of snow started to fall from the leaden sky, swirling around in a wild dance before settling on the already white ground.

“You were saying, dearest?”

Lester watched with mordant fascination quite how quickly the falling flakes filled up the prints left behind by their walking boots.

“Look on the bright side, there are no caves we can fall into on the way back to the cottage, and if we do find anything, it’ll be a new discovery.”

“So if I fall into a hole and break my leg …”

“… I’ll call the rescue, explore it, then name it Snowshoe Rabbit Rift. After you, of course.”

“Snowshoe Rabbit?” The words were out of his mouth before Lester could stop himself.

Lyle smirked broadly and chucked a snowball hard and fast. “Snowshoe Rabbit. Lepus americanus. Bloody great big hind feet, hence the name. You lose.”

“You dragged me up a snow-covered mountain in the mist just so you could trot that one out?”

“Guilty as charged.”

The ball of snow Lester had been moulding in his gloved hand behind his back caught Lyle full in the face, even his preternaturally fast reactions failing to save him for once. Then it was game on …

Snowballs flew as fast as they could make them. Lyle was quick and agile, but Lester had honed his skills against his brother Ralph, who knew every dirty trick in the book when it came to snowball fights. Lester had grown up knowing how to dodge with the minimum effort and re-arm himself on the move. The powdery snow was easy to work with and the trick was not to waste too much time forming neat balls, but just to grab another handful, squash it together, throw, duck and do the same to throw again.

Finally, Lyle launched himself at Lester and tackled him to the ground, rolling him over onto his back and pinning him down. Lyle had the advantage of height, weight and special forces training, and besides, Lester was laughing too hard to mount any sort of determined resistance.

Lyle’s warm lips nuzzled his ear and the rasp of stubble against his neck sent a shiver of something more than just cold chasing along Lester’s nerves.

“Ever fucked in a snowstorm?” Lyle murmured.

“No, and I don’t intend to start now.”

“Then how come you’re getting hard?”

“Because you’re rubbing yourself off on me and I have no self-control.”

“Yeah, I thought that might be the case. OK, I have a plan …”

“That’s not normally the most comforting of statements, cherub.”

“Oh ye of little faith.”

Lyle deftly tugged down the zip on Lester’s waterproof, fleece-lined walking trousers and slipped a cold hand in to stroke his half-hard cock. Lester yelped, followed by a gasp as Lyle quickly replaced cold fingers with a warm, sinfully talented mouth. Lyle’s tongue swirled around the head, sucking lightly then working him more determinedly with his mouth, taking him in deeper as Lester’s blood rushed south.

Cold fingers wrapped around the base of his cock in an overload of confusing sensations. Lyle alternated mouth and hand, teasing the slit with first his tongue then a cold fingertip. Lester tried to buck up into his lover’s mouth, but a strong hand pressed down on his hip.

“Not so fast,” Lyle said, before licking a long stripe from root to tip, following that with a handful of snow.

They’d played like this once with an ice cube Lyle had appropriated from Lester’s Friday night gin and tonic, but snow was something new. The sensations were strange, but not unpleasant and very quickly, Lester seemed to lose the ability to distinguish between hot and cold as the slide of Lyle’s mouth and hand set his nerves of fire and sent shivers of pleasure chasing up and down his spine.

Lester knew he wasn’t going to last long. The juxtaposition of fire and ice was overloading his senses as he tried to thrust his hard cock deeper into Lyle’s mouth.

Lyle pulled back and pressed his tongue to Lester’s slit, licking the beads of pre-come before sinking back down his shaft and sucking hard while his cold fingers stroked Lester’s balls. Lester gasped as warmth flooded through him and he came hard, cock pulsing in Lyle’s mouth. His lover swallowed around him, drawing a groan from Lester as he fisted his hands in Lyle’s padded jacket, panting hard, snowflakes settling on his tongue.

Moments later, Lyle’s mouth covered his in a kiss that tasted of laugher and Lester’s own come.

The devil danced in Lyle’s hazel eyes as he drew back and commented, “Fancy building a snowman?”

Lester thumped him on the shoulder. “Only if you can get us back to the cottage without going via Pen y Fan.”

Lyle grinned. “Twenty minutes. I promise.”

“I thought we were lost.”

“As I said, oh ye of little faith. We’re five minutes from the tramroad by OFD Top Entrance.”

“And you’ve known this all along?”

“And you haven’t?”

Lester planted a kiss on the tip of Lyle’s cold nose. “What do you think, my little snow leopard?”