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fredbassettTitle : A Very Public Problem, Part 4
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Lester/Lyle
Rating : 18 (Parts 1 and 4), 15 (Parts 2 and 3)
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : Very minor for S1, Episode 3.
Summary : Lester really doesn’t like the E word.
Just after midnight, Jon Lyle rolled onto his side, and called softly, “James, for God’s sake come to bed and get some sleep. Ryan’s on watch with Stephen until 2am and Ditzy and Connor are taking over then. They’ll bang on the door if anything changes.”
Lester grunted, and carried on staring out of the window.
Out to sea, the anomaly hung in the air, as bright as a politician’s smile, and equally lacking in warmth. It was now fully dark and even though there was still a block on all movement of traffic along the sea front, people still wandered along the road and pavement, eating hot dogs and fish and chips, and snapping photos with phones and cameras. The various hotels and guest houses which boasted a perfect view of what was rapidly becoming the South West’s most popular tourist attraction were all full, and some watchers had even camped out, wrapped in blankets and sleeping bags, determined not to miss a free show.
Lester had pulled rank and commandeered rooms in one of the hotels for the team. Straws has been drawn for who would cover the sites at Chew Valley and Blagdon Lakes, and Finn and Kermit had been the unlucky ones. Professor Starkie was showing every sign of being quite happy to give interviews throughout the night, if necessary, and Lester had had the satisfaction of telling Cutter that, no, they didn’t need him to leave Paris before delivering his conference paper on Monday. It had been the only enjoyment he’d had since picking up Claudia’s increasingly terse messages.
He felt strong arms slide round his waist, and Lyle breathed in his ear, “You’re a stubborn sod, James.”
“I suppose you could say it’s rather pretty,” muttered Lester.
“It’s also killing millions of fish,” said Lyle, reaching down to undo the button of his lover’s jeans.
“If it carries on, that won’t be all it kills. Mr. Temple’s theories aren’t exactly comforting, and I note that Cutter wasn’t rushing to come up with an alternative explanation, on the phone earlier. It would be rather ironic if one of the anomalies managed to transfer a global extinction event across something like 250 million years, wouldn’t it?”
Lyle tugged Lester’s jeans and pants down past his hips and ran a hand over the smooth, bare skin.
“It killed over 96 percent of all marine species. Did you know that, Jon?” Lester carried on staring out to sea, leaning on the windowsill, his forehead resting on the cool glass.
“You’ve been listening to Connor again,” murmured Lyle, dextrously flipping the top off a small plastic bottle, one-handed.
“It even managed to kill off the insects.”
“Can’t have been all bad then,” said Lyle, slipping a slick finger inside his lover’s tense body. “At least the arachnaphobes will be happy.”
“It also killed off 70% of terrestrial vertebrate species.” Lester shuddered slightly as a second finger joined the first. He was too tight for this. The thought of a repeat performance of the world’s most drastic extinction event really wasn’t helping him to relax. Nor was the thought of tomorrow’s call to the Prime Minister. “We’re a vertebrate species, Jon.”
Lyle ran the fingers of his left hand slowly up and down Lester’s backbone, feeling each sharp ridge. “I know that, darling.” He pulled Lester’s shirt away from his shoulder dropped a light kiss onto the pale skin underneath. “And this isn’t going to be what finally does for the human race, trust me on this.”
Lyle withdrew his fingers and quickly slicked his cock.
“What makes you so sure about that?” Lester gasped slightly at the intrusion. He was still too tight. Too tense. He made an involuntary movement forward and found two strong hands holding his hips firmly in place.
“Want me to stop?” Lyle ran a tongue round his ear, punctuating the words with gentle licks and nips.
In answer, Lester pushed backwards, onto Lyle’s cock, ignoring the stretch and burn which hovered all to close to the edge of real pain.
His own cock was hard now, and leaking. The muscles on his arms corded with the effort of holding himself up with Lyle’s weight pressing into him. He couldn’t spare a hand for himself.
Lyle felt Lester’s arse gradually relax around him, and very gently, he started to move, rocking his own hips forward, holding the thinner man tightly against him, while he slid one hand round and ran it up the length of his lover’s cock, stroking the smooth skin, and spreading the moisture out from the tip.
“Do you want me to stop?” repeated Lyle, as he sucked on the skin just under Lester’s hairline. “You can always go back to watching extinction in action, if that’s what you’d prefer.”
“Who says I can’t multi-task?” The words were followed by a low groan, as the movements of Lyle’s hands and hips started to speed up. “Fuck me, Jon.”
“Thought that was what I was doing, sweetie,” said Lyle, shoving himself balls deep into an arse that felt tighter than it had ever done. “And if you don’t loosen up, you’ll be spending tomorrow standing up.”
Lester’s breath spilled out of him in something close to a needy whine. “Jon, it’s been called the mother of all mass extinctions, and you’re telling me to relax?”
Lyle pulled far enough back out for him to be able to drip more oil onto his own hard cock, ensuing he was as slick as possible before sliding back home again. “Darling, when my thumbs start pricking, I’ll start worrying, and not before.” His hand slithered carelessly to rest between his lover’s legs, and he played gently with Lester’s balls, while he sucked and nipped his way around the back of a very sensitive neck.
Sir James Lester drew in a deep breath and tried to relax, letting Lyle make love to him in the soft glow from the yellow streetlamps, while trying to rid his over-crowded mind of every unfortunate fact that he’d picked up from Connor in what had been a long, and undeniably fraught evening.
The soldier reached up with one hand to play with Lester’s nipples, knowing exactly how hard to nip to send small sparks of pleasure shooting right to the tip of his lover’s already over-sensitised cock.
Lyle set up a slow rhythm, each time pulling all the way out, then sliding back in to the root, brushing tantalisingly against Lester’s prostrate in a way that made him arch his head backwards, eyes tightly closed, breath coming now in sharp inhales and exhales that clouded the glass of the window. He was getting closer and closer to the edge, but Lyle’s fingers were tightening now around the base of his cock, holding his orgasm back as the soldier ruthlessly drove himself into a body that still trembled with tension.
Lester twisted his head, seeking Lyle’s lips. A tongue swept across his mouth, tasting faintly of the whisky that they’d found in the mini-bar.
“Harder ….” he breathed, eyes still tightly closed. “Let me come, Jon, please …..”
“Only if you promise to stop worrying about minor inconveniences like extinctions and start trusting me.” Lyle was surprised at how even his own voice sounded. Especially as he was with a hair’s breadth of his own orgasm.
“Do trust you ……”
“Then let go …… forget the fucking waterfall …… just come ……”
Lester’s climax hit him low in his abdomen, tightening his balls and sending a spurt of come over the wallpaper. Lyle angled himself for one final deep, hard stroke, directly at his lover’s prostate. Lester’s groan turned into a whimper, and abruptly the tension left his body. His arms went limp, and it was only Lyle stronger arms around his waist that kept him upright.
As each new tremor hit his body, he cried out, arse clenching around Lyle’s cock. He felt a long sigh of completion against the back of his neck, along with something that sounded all too much like a self-satisfied chuckle. Letting himself lean back and enjoy the feeling of Lyle’s cock softening inside him, Lester finally opened his eyes and stared out of the misted up window. He frowned and brought a come-splattered hand, smearing his own bodily fluids onto the glass in a vain attempt to clear his line of vision.
“Told you to relax and trust me,” said Lyle, doing nothing to disguise the smirk in his voice. With one hand, he reached out and hammered on the wall separating their room from the one occupied by Ryan and Stephen. “Oi, wake up, you unobservant buggers!”
The door to the hotel room opened a crack, and Stephen’s voice came in from the corridor. “Didn’t want to disturb your fun. It vanished a few minutes ago.”
“I know,” grinned Lyle. With his lips pressed against Lester’s ear, he breathed, “Told you there was nothing to worry about if my thumbs weren’t pricking.”
“I’ll tell that to the PM tomorrow, shall I?” panted Lester, staring out over a pleasantly dark expanse of sea, while Lyle gently licked the back of his neck.
“Can we go and see Blackpool Illuminations next?” asked the soldier, hopefully. “I like pretty lights.”
“No we can’t and I don’t,” muttered Sir James Lester, twisting round in his lover’s arms and brushing a kiss across Lyle’s lips. “In fact, I’m even thinking of banning Christmas tree lights. Now if you don’t mind, I intend to retire to bed.”
“Randy little sod,” muttered Lyle, affectionately. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll see what I can do to oblige.”
Lester laughed and twisted round in Lyle’s arms for a deep kiss. “I think I’ll take tomorrow off. The ever capable Ms Brown can deal with the PM, for once.”
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Lester/Lyle
Rating : 18 (Parts 1 and 4), 15 (Parts 2 and 3)
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : Very minor for S1, Episode 3.
Summary : Lester really doesn’t like the E word.
Just after midnight, Jon Lyle rolled onto his side, and called softly, “James, for God’s sake come to bed and get some sleep. Ryan’s on watch with Stephen until 2am and Ditzy and Connor are taking over then. They’ll bang on the door if anything changes.”
Lester grunted, and carried on staring out of the window.
Out to sea, the anomaly hung in the air, as bright as a politician’s smile, and equally lacking in warmth. It was now fully dark and even though there was still a block on all movement of traffic along the sea front, people still wandered along the road and pavement, eating hot dogs and fish and chips, and snapping photos with phones and cameras. The various hotels and guest houses which boasted a perfect view of what was rapidly becoming the South West’s most popular tourist attraction were all full, and some watchers had even camped out, wrapped in blankets and sleeping bags, determined not to miss a free show.
Lester had pulled rank and commandeered rooms in one of the hotels for the team. Straws has been drawn for who would cover the sites at Chew Valley and Blagdon Lakes, and Finn and Kermit had been the unlucky ones. Professor Starkie was showing every sign of being quite happy to give interviews throughout the night, if necessary, and Lester had had the satisfaction of telling Cutter that, no, they didn’t need him to leave Paris before delivering his conference paper on Monday. It had been the only enjoyment he’d had since picking up Claudia’s increasingly terse messages.
He felt strong arms slide round his waist, and Lyle breathed in his ear, “You’re a stubborn sod, James.”
“I suppose you could say it’s rather pretty,” muttered Lester.
“It’s also killing millions of fish,” said Lyle, reaching down to undo the button of his lover’s jeans.
“If it carries on, that won’t be all it kills. Mr. Temple’s theories aren’t exactly comforting, and I note that Cutter wasn’t rushing to come up with an alternative explanation, on the phone earlier. It would be rather ironic if one of the anomalies managed to transfer a global extinction event across something like 250 million years, wouldn’t it?”
Lyle tugged Lester’s jeans and pants down past his hips and ran a hand over the smooth, bare skin.
“It killed over 96 percent of all marine species. Did you know that, Jon?” Lester carried on staring out to sea, leaning on the windowsill, his forehead resting on the cool glass.
“You’ve been listening to Connor again,” murmured Lyle, dextrously flipping the top off a small plastic bottle, one-handed.
“It even managed to kill off the insects.”
“Can’t have been all bad then,” said Lyle, slipping a slick finger inside his lover’s tense body. “At least the arachnaphobes will be happy.”
“It also killed off 70% of terrestrial vertebrate species.” Lester shuddered slightly as a second finger joined the first. He was too tight for this. The thought of a repeat performance of the world’s most drastic extinction event really wasn’t helping him to relax. Nor was the thought of tomorrow’s call to the Prime Minister. “We’re a vertebrate species, Jon.”
Lyle ran the fingers of his left hand slowly up and down Lester’s backbone, feeling each sharp ridge. “I know that, darling.” He pulled Lester’s shirt away from his shoulder dropped a light kiss onto the pale skin underneath. “And this isn’t going to be what finally does for the human race, trust me on this.”
Lyle withdrew his fingers and quickly slicked his cock.
“What makes you so sure about that?” Lester gasped slightly at the intrusion. He was still too tight. Too tense. He made an involuntary movement forward and found two strong hands holding his hips firmly in place.
“Want me to stop?” Lyle ran a tongue round his ear, punctuating the words with gentle licks and nips.
In answer, Lester pushed backwards, onto Lyle’s cock, ignoring the stretch and burn which hovered all to close to the edge of real pain.
His own cock was hard now, and leaking. The muscles on his arms corded with the effort of holding himself up with Lyle’s weight pressing into him. He couldn’t spare a hand for himself.
Lyle felt Lester’s arse gradually relax around him, and very gently, he started to move, rocking his own hips forward, holding the thinner man tightly against him, while he slid one hand round and ran it up the length of his lover’s cock, stroking the smooth skin, and spreading the moisture out from the tip.
“Do you want me to stop?” repeated Lyle, as he sucked on the skin just under Lester’s hairline. “You can always go back to watching extinction in action, if that’s what you’d prefer.”
“Who says I can’t multi-task?” The words were followed by a low groan, as the movements of Lyle’s hands and hips started to speed up. “Fuck me, Jon.”
“Thought that was what I was doing, sweetie,” said Lyle, shoving himself balls deep into an arse that felt tighter than it had ever done. “And if you don’t loosen up, you’ll be spending tomorrow standing up.”
Lester’s breath spilled out of him in something close to a needy whine. “Jon, it’s been called the mother of all mass extinctions, and you’re telling me to relax?”
Lyle pulled far enough back out for him to be able to drip more oil onto his own hard cock, ensuing he was as slick as possible before sliding back home again. “Darling, when my thumbs start pricking, I’ll start worrying, and not before.” His hand slithered carelessly to rest between his lover’s legs, and he played gently with Lester’s balls, while he sucked and nipped his way around the back of a very sensitive neck.
Sir James Lester drew in a deep breath and tried to relax, letting Lyle make love to him in the soft glow from the yellow streetlamps, while trying to rid his over-crowded mind of every unfortunate fact that he’d picked up from Connor in what had been a long, and undeniably fraught evening.
The soldier reached up with one hand to play with Lester’s nipples, knowing exactly how hard to nip to send small sparks of pleasure shooting right to the tip of his lover’s already over-sensitised cock.
Lyle set up a slow rhythm, each time pulling all the way out, then sliding back in to the root, brushing tantalisingly against Lester’s prostrate in a way that made him arch his head backwards, eyes tightly closed, breath coming now in sharp inhales and exhales that clouded the glass of the window. He was getting closer and closer to the edge, but Lyle’s fingers were tightening now around the base of his cock, holding his orgasm back as the soldier ruthlessly drove himself into a body that still trembled with tension.
Lester twisted his head, seeking Lyle’s lips. A tongue swept across his mouth, tasting faintly of the whisky that they’d found in the mini-bar.
“Harder ….” he breathed, eyes still tightly closed. “Let me come, Jon, please …..”
“Only if you promise to stop worrying about minor inconveniences like extinctions and start trusting me.” Lyle was surprised at how even his own voice sounded. Especially as he was with a hair’s breadth of his own orgasm.
“Do trust you ……”
“Then let go …… forget the fucking waterfall …… just come ……”
Lester’s climax hit him low in his abdomen, tightening his balls and sending a spurt of come over the wallpaper. Lyle angled himself for one final deep, hard stroke, directly at his lover’s prostate. Lester’s groan turned into a whimper, and abruptly the tension left his body. His arms went limp, and it was only Lyle stronger arms around his waist that kept him upright.
As each new tremor hit his body, he cried out, arse clenching around Lyle’s cock. He felt a long sigh of completion against the back of his neck, along with something that sounded all too much like a self-satisfied chuckle. Letting himself lean back and enjoy the feeling of Lyle’s cock softening inside him, Lester finally opened his eyes and stared out of the misted up window. He frowned and brought a come-splattered hand, smearing his own bodily fluids onto the glass in a vain attempt to clear his line of vision.
“Told you to relax and trust me,” said Lyle, doing nothing to disguise the smirk in his voice. With one hand, he reached out and hammered on the wall separating their room from the one occupied by Ryan and Stephen. “Oi, wake up, you unobservant buggers!”
The door to the hotel room opened a crack, and Stephen’s voice came in from the corridor. “Didn’t want to disturb your fun. It vanished a few minutes ago.”
“I know,” grinned Lyle. With his lips pressed against Lester’s ear, he breathed, “Told you there was nothing to worry about if my thumbs weren’t pricking.”
“I’ll tell that to the PM tomorrow, shall I?” panted Lester, staring out over a pleasantly dark expanse of sea, while Lyle gently licked the back of his neck.
“Can we go and see Blackpool Illuminations next?” asked the soldier, hopefully. “I like pretty lights.”
“No we can’t and I don’t,” muttered Sir James Lester, twisting round in his lover’s arms and brushing a kiss across Lyle’s lips. “In fact, I’m even thinking of banning Christmas tree lights. Now if you don’t mind, I intend to retire to bed.”
“Randy little sod,” muttered Lyle, affectionately. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll see what I can do to oblige.”
Lester laughed and twisted round in Lyle’s arms for a deep kiss. “I think I’ll take tomorrow off. The ever capable Ms Brown can deal with the PM, for once.”
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Date: 2008-09-23 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-23 04:07 pm (UTC)*once she's reformed from a Lucas shaped puddle*
Oh wow! I was sooo hoping this last part would be L/L and you just left me flailing as usual ;)
Loved Lyle being so sure they're not getting close to an E.L.E. and especially his way to distract Lester! And I always get a real kick out of these two calling each other by first names, don't ask me why! :)
*goes back to reread it*
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Date: 2008-09-23 04:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-09-23 04:15 pm (UTC)Did you know, when you mentioned NC17 for parts 1 and 4, it never occurred to me that it would be Lyle/Lester?
Yes, I do have a one-tracked mind, thanks for asking. *veg*
I do love when Lyle's early warning system is mentioned, though. And that Stephen and Ryan had already noticed the absence of the free floor show - the one outside, that is. *g*
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Date: 2008-09-23 04:19 pm (UTC)I could just see Lyle relying on his bloody thumbs, and being irritatingly relaxed.
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Date: 2008-09-23 04:40 pm (UTC)This was hot and sweet and very very guh. *melts*
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Date: 2008-09-23 05:15 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-09-23 06:07 pm (UTC)It was ever so hot, and there were some great lines again (“Who says I can’t multi-task?”) and I did enjoy Lester worrying while Lyle was being smug about his early-warning system *g*.
Fabulous story!
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Date: 2008-09-23 06:34 pm (UTC)I was concious of the fact that I have a bit of a habit of having the smut at the end of my stories, so I thought I'd be different, and have some at the beginning. Then towards the end, I thought, sod it, I like smut at the end of my stories, and L/L provided the perfect vehicle for it.
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Date: 2008-09-23 06:52 pm (UTC)*falls down dead of teh guh*
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Date: 2008-09-23 07:29 pm (UTC)For some reason this just utterly cracked me up - I can picture the expression on Jon's face and everything! It almost distracted me from the Incredibly Hot Smut (yeah, right... *g*)
Utterly fantastic! :D *potters off to re-read straight away*
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Date: 2008-09-23 07:48 pm (UTC)That was so bloody hot! I mean wow!
And kind of wistful as well with Lester being worried about the end of the world etc.
Mind you it'd serve them right if someone had snapped them from outside - they were doing this with the curtains open weren't they?
But I have adored this series. Brilliant!
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Date: 2008-09-23 07:54 pm (UTC)Thanks. It made a change for me to finish the whole thing before posting, but I wanted to make sure it got done properly.
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Date: 2008-09-23 10:20 pm (UTC)Well, I suppose, when you're facing mass extinction, you need one heck of a stress relief service. And Lyle does a damn fine job.
Do you think he makes house calls? I'm feeling as if I need some stress relief ... *g*
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Date: 2008-09-23 10:35 pm (UTC)And since their weekend was interrupted, I think they are allowed to take tomorrow off *g*
I do also think the idea of Lyle wanting to drag his everso tasteful lover to Blackpool for the illuminations is hysterical - especially given the illumination they had been watching, and Lester's response.
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Date: 2008-09-24 12:42 pm (UTC)Stephen...Stephen how I have missed you.
I've just spent 2 days catching up on your fic, ignored the housework and made one cat very happy 'cos 'her lap' haven't moved out of the armchair unless absolutely necessary. And feeding and tending the the tribe wasn't that important.
Sprogette send *huge gin and tonic* is breathing a heavy sigh of relief. Strange child, the whip is only for decoration, I promise. She says raised welts aren't fashionable any more, and if I don't believe her I should ask Stephen.
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Date: 2008-09-24 12:48 pm (UTC)Glad I could be of service to the cat, and I love Sprogette's comments about raised welts. Tell her that's a very inspriational image for a fic :)
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Date: 2008-10-08 09:25 pm (UTC)Poor Lester, he really wasn't having a god day. Until Lyle decided to relax him, of course.
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Date: 2008-11-07 07:23 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it, hon.
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Date: 2008-11-30 01:54 am (UTC)Wonderful job!!
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Date: 2009-01-01 09:40 pm (UTC)The whole series is brilliant and I really rather like Lyle's special way of calming Lester down. *eg*
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Date: 2010-05-15 07:17 pm (UTC)*incoherent flailing*
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