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fredbassett) wrote2008-12-15 09:53 am
fredbassett) wrote2008-12-15 09:53 am
Entry tags:
- connor,
- connor/nick,
- fic,
- nick,
- slash
Fic, Displacement Activity, Nick/Connor, 15
Title : Displacement Activity
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Nick/Connor
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Nick finds himself distracted from his paperwork by a visitor.
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
telperion_15’s birthday. Hope you have a lovely day!!
Connor Temple perched on the edge of the desk, a mug of coffee in one hand and a bag of doughnuts in the other.
“Penny for ‘em, Professor?”
“I doubt they’re worth that much, lad,” said Nick Cutter, pushing a pile of papers and journals to one side in irritation.
He’d spent most of the previous day trying to make some sense of the latest budget proposals for the department as well as catching up on a seemingly endless pile of marking. A few hours’ sleep on a camp bed in his room had done nothing to improve his concentration, or his temper, but he was determined to shift the paperwork off his desk by the end of the day.
The wastepaper bin grinned invitingly up at him. Get thee behind me, Satan! thought Nick, dismally.
“Eat …. drink.” Connor grinned, waving the coffee and doughnuts under his nose, invitingly. “You can pass on the be merry bit if you want, though.”
“No reindeer antlers?” said Nick, hopefully.
“No reindeer antlers,” promised Connor. “Not even at the Christmas party.”
“Don’t mention the bloody Christmas party,” groaned Nick, burying his face in his hands. “I found a spot this morning. It’s probably chickenpox. The Dean’s secretary’s son’s got it. Horribly catching. I’ll have to quarantine myself.”
“You had it as a kid. You told her that on Monday.”
Nick sighed. “Not helping, Connor.”
“Stop whining and eat your doughnuts or I’ll take them away and feed them to the ducks.”
Five minutes later, Nick was brushing ineffectually at the sugar liberally coating the stubble framing his somewhat jammy mouth.
With an amused grin, Connor pushed himself off the desk, sauntered over to the office door and shot the bolt. Feigning total indifference to a threatening frown, the younger man batted Nick’s sticky hands away from his face, pushed his chair back from the desk, and straddled his thighs.
Then with a look of concentration on his face, Connor leant forward, tongue flickering out towards a blob of jam just below Nick’s lower lip.
Long fingers, partly clad in black woollen gloves, tilted Nick’s head backwards, as the relentless hunt for jam and sugar continued.
Nick sighed and started to relax.
It was Saturday, the department was deserted, and two doughnuts had gone a long way towards restoring him to something resembling equanimity. Connor’s tongue licking around his mouth, sucking on his lower lip, and generally hunting sugar and crumbs with the determination usually reserved for tracking down creatures on his database, was making it difficult to sustain his bad temper.
The same tongue, now tasting of jam and sugar, pushed past his lips and started to lick around his teeth. Nick groaned into Connor’s mouth. The younger man kissed much like he tackled everything else in life, with uncoordinated enthusiasm and boundless energy.
Connor drew back slightly and reached round to the paper bag on the desk. With mischief sparkling in his brown eyes, Connor drew out a chocolate-topped doughnut with a hole in the middle.
“Guess what I want to do with this one,” he breathed, dropping his other hand down between Nick’s legs and squeezing.
“Connor!” To his embarrassment Nick realised his voice had risen by at least an octave.
He was greeted by a nonchalant shrug. “Well, it’s either that or you finish the marking,” commented his former student, leaning back against the desk and freeing Nick’s already hard cock from the confines of his faded jeans.
Without waiting for an answer, Connor pushed the doughnut firmly into place, and slid to the floor to kneel between Nick’s legs.
Nick exhaled softly and ran his fingers through Connor’s freshly washed dark hair as his young lover bent his head to the serious task of eating a doughnut.
It was certainly preferable to paperwork.
And Connor obviously adored doughnuts.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Nick/Connor
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Nick finds himself distracted from his paperwork by a visitor.
A/N : Written for
telperion_15’s birthday. Hope you have a lovely day!!Connor Temple perched on the edge of the desk, a mug of coffee in one hand and a bag of doughnuts in the other.
“Penny for ‘em, Professor?”
“I doubt they’re worth that much, lad,” said Nick Cutter, pushing a pile of papers and journals to one side in irritation.
He’d spent most of the previous day trying to make some sense of the latest budget proposals for the department as well as catching up on a seemingly endless pile of marking. A few hours’ sleep on a camp bed in his room had done nothing to improve his concentration, or his temper, but he was determined to shift the paperwork off his desk by the end of the day.
The wastepaper bin grinned invitingly up at him. Get thee behind me, Satan! thought Nick, dismally.
“Eat …. drink.” Connor grinned, waving the coffee and doughnuts under his nose, invitingly. “You can pass on the be merry bit if you want, though.”
“No reindeer antlers?” said Nick, hopefully.
“No reindeer antlers,” promised Connor. “Not even at the Christmas party.”
“Don’t mention the bloody Christmas party,” groaned Nick, burying his face in his hands. “I found a spot this morning. It’s probably chickenpox. The Dean’s secretary’s son’s got it. Horribly catching. I’ll have to quarantine myself.”
“You had it as a kid. You told her that on Monday.”
Nick sighed. “Not helping, Connor.”
“Stop whining and eat your doughnuts or I’ll take them away and feed them to the ducks.”
Five minutes later, Nick was brushing ineffectually at the sugar liberally coating the stubble framing his somewhat jammy mouth.
With an amused grin, Connor pushed himself off the desk, sauntered over to the office door and shot the bolt. Feigning total indifference to a threatening frown, the younger man batted Nick’s sticky hands away from his face, pushed his chair back from the desk, and straddled his thighs.
Then with a look of concentration on his face, Connor leant forward, tongue flickering out towards a blob of jam just below Nick’s lower lip.
Long fingers, partly clad in black woollen gloves, tilted Nick’s head backwards, as the relentless hunt for jam and sugar continued.
Nick sighed and started to relax.
It was Saturday, the department was deserted, and two doughnuts had gone a long way towards restoring him to something resembling equanimity. Connor’s tongue licking around his mouth, sucking on his lower lip, and generally hunting sugar and crumbs with the determination usually reserved for tracking down creatures on his database, was making it difficult to sustain his bad temper.
The same tongue, now tasting of jam and sugar, pushed past his lips and started to lick around his teeth. Nick groaned into Connor’s mouth. The younger man kissed much like he tackled everything else in life, with uncoordinated enthusiasm and boundless energy.
Connor drew back slightly and reached round to the paper bag on the desk. With mischief sparkling in his brown eyes, Connor drew out a chocolate-topped doughnut with a hole in the middle.
“Guess what I want to do with this one,” he breathed, dropping his other hand down between Nick’s legs and squeezing.
“Connor!” To his embarrassment Nick realised his voice had risen by at least an octave.
He was greeted by a nonchalant shrug. “Well, it’s either that or you finish the marking,” commented his former student, leaning back against the desk and freeing Nick’s already hard cock from the confines of his faded jeans.
Without waiting for an answer, Connor pushed the doughnut firmly into place, and slid to the floor to kneel between Nick’s legs.
Nick exhaled softly and ran his fingers through Connor’s freshly washed dark hair as his young lover bent his head to the serious task of eating a doughnut.
It was certainly preferable to paperwork.
And Connor obviously adored doughnuts.