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fredbassettTitle : More Effective than Antihistamine.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Nick/Stephen
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Stephen knew what he needed to do to clear Nick’s nose.
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reggietate’s, birthday. Hope you have a lovely day!
“Go to bed, Professor,” said Ryan, throwing another branch on the campfire. “The lads have pitched the tents in the clearing. We’ll keep an eye on this and I’ll yell if anything comes through. Scouts’ honour.”
Nick Cutter dragged the back of his hand across a damp, itchy nose and glared at him. “Were you even in the Scouts, Ryan?”
The soldier grinned. “Would I lie to you?”
Nick opened his mouth to reply and was overtaken by a sneeze. Grimacing, he dragged a damp, grubby handkerchief out of his pocket and headed off in the direction of the tents. It had been a long day and he clearly wasn’t sorry to be turning in before midnight.
Stephen watched him go, sharing an amused glance with Ryan. Minutes later, he followed his lover off into the darkness. By the time he wriggled inside the tent, Nick had got as far as kicking off his boots and stretching out full-length on his sleeping bag. The summer’s evening was warm and the pollen count was high, hence Nick’s runny eyes and itchy nose. Stephen unlaced his own boots and crawled in alongside Nick.
“Pressie for you,” he murmured, reaching into the outside pocket of his rucksack and pressing something into the other man’s hand.
Nick chuckled and held the clean and – more importantly – dry handkerchief up against his nose, mumbling, “Have I been a real pain in the arse today?”
“No more than usual,” replied Stephen, running his hand over Nick’s chest and bringing it to rest on the other man’s crotch. “Do you want me to clear your nose for you, Cutter?”
All he got by way of a reply was a forlorn sneeze.
Working entirely by feel in the dark tent, Stephen unbuttoned the other man’s jeans and manoeuvred the zip down over an already hardening cock. Nick obligingly shifted his hips to let Stephen tug his jeans and boxers down, stripping off his heavy hiking socks at the same time.
Mindful of the fact that they might have to get dressed in a hurry if anything did come through the anomaly, Stephen folded each item of clothing carefully and tucked the socks inside Nick’s boots. If they couldn’t be up and dressed in less than a minute, they’d never live down the piss-taking they’d get from Ryan’s lads, and that wasn’t a trap he intended to fall into, thank you very much.
He ran a hand lightly up Nick’s leg, taking care not to do anything which he knew would tickle. Nick tended to get over-sensitive when his allergies were playing up, and with Connor in the next tent, a modicum of discretion was the order of the day. His hand brushed up and over Nick’s balls, then moved on to his now fully hard cock. Keeping his touch light, Stephen stroked it slowly and gently from root to tip, feeling the hard shaft twitch and bob upwards, following the stimulus.
Stephen grinned into the darkness and teased the sensitive head with his fingertips, gathering the bead of moisture he found there and massaging it gently into the sensitive flesh in small circles, pressing lightly against the slit.
He heard Nick’s breath hitch in his throat. It was certainly starting to take the other man’s mind off the misery his nasal passages were causing him.
“Your nose isn’t the only thing that’s dripping, Cutter,” he remarked softly, bending down to lick along the underside of Nick’s cock, keeping the pressure of his tongue as light as the movements of his fingers, which were now ruffling the hairs on Nick’s balls.
He savoured the salty taste, sucking gently on the tip, probing the slit with his tongue.
Nick muffled his groan into the handkerchief.
Stephen grinned into the darkness, keeping up the light movements of both fingers and tongue, whilst his other hand slid up Nick’s chest, underneath his teeshirt, brushing across the hard, pebbled nipples. In contrast to the light, gentle movements of his mouth and other hand, Stephen started to roll the small nub of flesh between finger and thumb, nipping and pinching, knowing that the stimulation was sending sharp spikes of pleasure down through Nick’s body.
Nick’s breathing hitched again and his hips strained upwards, begging without words. A flicker of a tongue across the tip of his cock was all he got in return.
“Stephen,….”
“Shush,” and to emphasise his point, Stephen twisted first one nipple, then the other, sharply. Nick’s cock bobbed frantically against his cheek. He rubbed his face against it, rasping the day’s stubble against the silky smooth skin and drawing another low groan.
Settling his head on Nick’s stomach, Stephen made himself comfortable and started to suck lightly on the hard, leaking cock, while keeping up the movement of both his hands. Then, lips stretched, he moved gradually down the thick shaft, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, taking Nick deeply and swallowing around him.
Stephen knew perfectly well that Nick now had the hanky stuffed into his mouth and he was using both hands to muffle his own groans, which was one of the reasons why Stephen always kept a supply of large cotton handkerchiefs ready for his partner’s use at the height of summer.
His mouth moved lazily up and down Nick’s hard length, teeth scraping lightly, drawing a gasp that even the white cotton failed to muffle. Stephen briefly debated kissing Nick into silence, but abandoned the idea on the grounds that it would simply end up with the other man being unable to breathe, which wasn’t quite the object of the exercise.
He could feel the trembling in Nick’s thighs and knew his lover was getting closer and closer to the edge. Quickening the movements of his hand on the spit-slicked shaft, Stephen increased the pressure on Nick’s left nipple, pinching hard.
Nick’s hips jerked convulsively, and a spurt of warm come filled Stephen’s mouth. He swallowed quickly and slid his lips round the twitching cock, suckling insistently at Nick while the tremors of orgasm ran through his lover’s body.
Eventually, letting the now-softening cock slip from his lips, Stephen murmured in amusement, “Christ, Cutter, anyone would think you hadn’t come in a week. I nearly didn’t manage to catch that lot.”
Nick’s reply was indistinct, but it was obvious that, for the first time that day, he was now managing to breathe through his nose. Stephen wriggled sinuously up his lover’s body and captured Nick’s lips in a long kiss, sharing his own taste with him. Nick’s mouth opened under his and their tongues slid together.
Stephen drew back far enough to place a light kiss on the tip of Nick’s nose. “Better now?”
Strong hands pulled him down into a deep, warm kiss, giving him all the answer he needed.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Nick/Stephen
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Stephen knew what he needed to do to clear Nick’s nose.
A/N : Written for
reggietate’s, birthday. Hope you have a lovely day!“Go to bed, Professor,” said Ryan, throwing another branch on the campfire. “The lads have pitched the tents in the clearing. We’ll keep an eye on this and I’ll yell if anything comes through. Scouts’ honour.”
Nick Cutter dragged the back of his hand across a damp, itchy nose and glared at him. “Were you even in the Scouts, Ryan?”
The soldier grinned. “Would I lie to you?”
Nick opened his mouth to reply and was overtaken by a sneeze. Grimacing, he dragged a damp, grubby handkerchief out of his pocket and headed off in the direction of the tents. It had been a long day and he clearly wasn’t sorry to be turning in before midnight.
Stephen watched him go, sharing an amused glance with Ryan. Minutes later, he followed his lover off into the darkness. By the time he wriggled inside the tent, Nick had got as far as kicking off his boots and stretching out full-length on his sleeping bag. The summer’s evening was warm and the pollen count was high, hence Nick’s runny eyes and itchy nose. Stephen unlaced his own boots and crawled in alongside Nick.
“Pressie for you,” he murmured, reaching into the outside pocket of his rucksack and pressing something into the other man’s hand.
Nick chuckled and held the clean and – more importantly – dry handkerchief up against his nose, mumbling, “Have I been a real pain in the arse today?”
“No more than usual,” replied Stephen, running his hand over Nick’s chest and bringing it to rest on the other man’s crotch. “Do you want me to clear your nose for you, Cutter?”
All he got by way of a reply was a forlorn sneeze.
Working entirely by feel in the dark tent, Stephen unbuttoned the other man’s jeans and manoeuvred the zip down over an already hardening cock. Nick obligingly shifted his hips to let Stephen tug his jeans and boxers down, stripping off his heavy hiking socks at the same time.
Mindful of the fact that they might have to get dressed in a hurry if anything did come through the anomaly, Stephen folded each item of clothing carefully and tucked the socks inside Nick’s boots. If they couldn’t be up and dressed in less than a minute, they’d never live down the piss-taking they’d get from Ryan’s lads, and that wasn’t a trap he intended to fall into, thank you very much.
He ran a hand lightly up Nick’s leg, taking care not to do anything which he knew would tickle. Nick tended to get over-sensitive when his allergies were playing up, and with Connor in the next tent, a modicum of discretion was the order of the day. His hand brushed up and over Nick’s balls, then moved on to his now fully hard cock. Keeping his touch light, Stephen stroked it slowly and gently from root to tip, feeling the hard shaft twitch and bob upwards, following the stimulus.
Stephen grinned into the darkness and teased the sensitive head with his fingertips, gathering the bead of moisture he found there and massaging it gently into the sensitive flesh in small circles, pressing lightly against the slit.
He heard Nick’s breath hitch in his throat. It was certainly starting to take the other man’s mind off the misery his nasal passages were causing him.
“Your nose isn’t the only thing that’s dripping, Cutter,” he remarked softly, bending down to lick along the underside of Nick’s cock, keeping the pressure of his tongue as light as the movements of his fingers, which were now ruffling the hairs on Nick’s balls.
He savoured the salty taste, sucking gently on the tip, probing the slit with his tongue.
Nick muffled his groan into the handkerchief.
Stephen grinned into the darkness, keeping up the light movements of both fingers and tongue, whilst his other hand slid up Nick’s chest, underneath his teeshirt, brushing across the hard, pebbled nipples. In contrast to the light, gentle movements of his mouth and other hand, Stephen started to roll the small nub of flesh between finger and thumb, nipping and pinching, knowing that the stimulation was sending sharp spikes of pleasure down through Nick’s body.
Nick’s breathing hitched again and his hips strained upwards, begging without words. A flicker of a tongue across the tip of his cock was all he got in return.
“Stephen,….”
“Shush,” and to emphasise his point, Stephen twisted first one nipple, then the other, sharply. Nick’s cock bobbed frantically against his cheek. He rubbed his face against it, rasping the day’s stubble against the silky smooth skin and drawing another low groan.
Settling his head on Nick’s stomach, Stephen made himself comfortable and started to suck lightly on the hard, leaking cock, while keeping up the movement of both his hands. Then, lips stretched, he moved gradually down the thick shaft, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, taking Nick deeply and swallowing around him.
Stephen knew perfectly well that Nick now had the hanky stuffed into his mouth and he was using both hands to muffle his own groans, which was one of the reasons why Stephen always kept a supply of large cotton handkerchiefs ready for his partner’s use at the height of summer.
His mouth moved lazily up and down Nick’s hard length, teeth scraping lightly, drawing a gasp that even the white cotton failed to muffle. Stephen briefly debated kissing Nick into silence, but abandoned the idea on the grounds that it would simply end up with the other man being unable to breathe, which wasn’t quite the object of the exercise.
He could feel the trembling in Nick’s thighs and knew his lover was getting closer and closer to the edge. Quickening the movements of his hand on the spit-slicked shaft, Stephen increased the pressure on Nick’s left nipple, pinching hard.
Nick’s hips jerked convulsively, and a spurt of warm come filled Stephen’s mouth. He swallowed quickly and slid his lips round the twitching cock, suckling insistently at Nick while the tremors of orgasm ran through his lover’s body.
Eventually, letting the now-softening cock slip from his lips, Stephen murmured in amusement, “Christ, Cutter, anyone would think you hadn’t come in a week. I nearly didn’t manage to catch that lot.”
Nick’s reply was indistinct, but it was obvious that, for the first time that day, he was now managing to breathe through his nose. Stephen wriggled sinuously up his lover’s body and captured Nick’s lips in a long kiss, sharing his own taste with him. Nick’s mouth opened under his and their tongues slid together.
Stephen drew back far enough to place a light kiss on the tip of Nick’s nose. “Better now?”
Strong hands pulled him down into a deep, warm kiss, giving him all the answer he needed.
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Date: 2009-01-16 05:18 pm (UTC)Stephen folded each item of clothing carefully and tucked the socks inside Nick’s boots. If they couldn’t be up and dressed in less than a minute, they’d never live down the piss-taking they’d get from Ryan’s lads, and that wasn’t a trap he intended to fall into, thank you very much.
Hee! I love the idea of Stephen folding up their clothes so they can get dressed quickly - I can so see him doing that!
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Date: 2009-01-16 06:01 pm (UTC)Can I get a prescription of Stephen the next time my hystamine problem starts up?
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Date: 2009-01-17 12:40 am (UTC)If Stephen is the cure, how do I catch the disease?!!?
*explodes*
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Date: 2009-01-17 06:17 am (UTC)And of course Stephen carries around spare hankies. *g*
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Date: 2009-01-17 10:46 am (UTC)Speaking as a hayfever sufferer, I know that a dry hanky is the way to my heart, for sure!
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:10 am (UTC)I want Stephen over here right now to sort out my cold (Nick can tag along). Love how thoughtful and caring Stephen is, and hawt!
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Date: 2009-01-27 08:06 am (UTC)////He's on his way now! Treat him gently :)////
Hee! To quote one of Reggie's fics, if I break him, do I get to keep the pieces? *speculatively eyes Stephen's little finger*
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Date: 2009-04-03 01:59 am (UTC)Actually found it when I was looking at this (http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn16785-fossil-of-ultimate-predator-unearthed-in-arctic.html), which you also might be interested in. A head twice the size of T rex's. Awesome. :)
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Date: 2009-04-03 11:59 am (UTC)That made me fall about laughing!
Actually, a doctor friend of mine has sworn for years that coming helps clear your nose, so it's nice to see something to confirm this!
And yes, that really is an awesomely huge bugger!
Thanks for the heads up on both of these. *grins*
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Hot and cute fic! :D
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