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fredbassettTitle : Nine Out Of Ten Cats Said They Preferred It.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Nick/Stephen
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Stroking a cat has been scientifically proven to lower blood pressure.
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kerry_louise, who has had a bad day and needs her favourite boys to cheer her up. The summary was her prompt!
The sound of yet another journal landing on the floor echoed round Nick’s office, adding to an atmosphere already redolent with tension. He’d spent the first part of the afternoon in a particularly irritating Departmental Meeting in which the Dean had been even more of an arsehole than usual. The latter part had been spent in a Grant Meeting, in which he had been systematically out-voted on nearly every proposal he’d favoured.
In short, Nick Cutter was not a happy man. And he wasn’t bothering to hide it.
Stephen looked round, a half smile on his handsome face, blending sympathy with just the faintest trace of amusement. “Coffee?”
Another journal followed its companions onto the floor. “Spent all fucking afternoon drinking coffee.” He sounded petulant, and he knew it. Slamming a copy of Nature down on his desk, Nick muttered, “Bugger off and leave me to it, Stephen.”
His assistant stood up, a lazy smile on his face. “Can’t do that, Cutter. You’ll only murder the next undergrad to walk in the door.”
“Might be the fucking Dean, if we’re lucky.”
The smile slid into a grin. “We’re not that lucky, mate.”
Moving with cat-like grace, Stephen picked his way round the mounds of books and specimens littering the floor of the dusty office and turned the key in the lock.
Nick felt his irritation start to subside. Stephen only ever locked the door for one reason, and sometimes not even then. He pushed his chair back from the large oak desk and raised an eyebrow, speculatively.
Without bothering to clear any of the journals and other publications from the floor, Stephen sank to his knees in front of the chair and reached out to undo Nick’s belt. Nick’s show of reluctance was half-hearted, at best, and Stephen easily batted his hands aside, skimming his knuckles across Nick’s groin and pressing into the growing hardness he found waiting for him.
Nick groaned as Stephen leaned forwards and mouthed his erection through the denim, applying just enough pressure with his teeth to send a spark of pleasure dancing up Nick’s spine.
He gave up any resistance and leaned back in the chair, running his hands through Stephen soft, dark hair, making it stand up in bed-hair spikes. Insistent fingers tugged at his zip, then burrowed into his underwear and freed his cock. Stephen sat back on his heels, looking up at Nick through impossibly long eyelashes, running the tip of his pink tongue round his lips.
“Roberts is taking a seminar in his room. You’ll need to at least make the effort to come quietly. Reckon you can manage that, Cutter?”
The vivid blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Stephen had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, but Nick was somewhat less uninhibited.
“Do my best,” he muttered, still stroking Stephen’s hair. He’d read somewhere, probably in a magazine he’d subsequently consigned to the rubbish pile, that stroking a cat had been scientifically proven to lower blood-pressure. Stephen’s hair felt like silk under his fingers. Maybe the article hadn’t been so daft, after all.
Long fingers ran gently along the length of his erect cock, making it twitch. Stephen bent forward and started to lick, his tongue warm and wet against Nick’s sensitive flesh.
The sight of his assistant, on his knees, lapping at his dick like a cat at the cream, forced another groan from Nick’s throat. “Christ, you look sinful enough to corrupt a Pope.”
Midnight blue eyes met his, then Stephen bent his head to the task at hand again, this time taking Nick’s cock in his mouth and sucking, gently but insistently. Nick’s eyes fell closed. If he carried on watching he’d unload in seconds, and he wanted to make this last. It had been a long afternoon and he was overdue for some personal time.
Almost of their own volition, his fingers continued to slide through Stephen’s hair, stroking and caressing to the same rhythm his assistant was applying to his dick. Stephen alternated short, rasping licks with more suction, applied directly to the already over-sensitive head.
Nick moaned, and clutched more tightly at Stephen’s hair. Stephen shifted position slightly and started to take Nick more deeply into his throat, making a sound like a cat purring, which Nick felt, as well as heard. His fingers fell back to stroking. He had his blood-pressure to think of, after all.
He arched his back, feeling his cock hit the back of Stephen’s throat, then sink even lower into the hot, welcoming depths. His assistant would win gold every time, if deep-throating was an Olympic sport.
Then he heard it, and felt it, again. A sub-audible purr, enveloping him like silk and sending shivers of pleasure straight to his balls. Nick continued stroking, and Stephen swallowed around him. The next groan to leave his throat could have been heard in the Vice-Chancellor’s office for all Nick cared. All that mattered to him at the moment was the feel of Stephen’s throat contracting round his dick, starting to slowly and inexorably draw a climax out of him. And at this moment he didn’t give a monkey’s damn who heard him. Stephen owned him, body and soul, and that was all that mattered.
Stephen pulled back, and murmured, “Open your eyes, Cutter, I want you to watch this …”
And those midnight blue eyes fastened themselves on his, as Stephen stroked one hand gently over Nick’s balls, and that was enough.
His orgasm hit him, hard and fast. Come spurted out of his cock, falling onto his stomach and then Stephen’s head dipped lower again and he was lapping at the thick, salty fluid, and yes, he was purring.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Nick/Stephen
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Stroking a cat has been scientifically proven to lower blood pressure.
A/N : Written for
kerry_louise, who has had a bad day and needs her favourite boys to cheer her up. The summary was her prompt!The sound of yet another journal landing on the floor echoed round Nick’s office, adding to an atmosphere already redolent with tension. He’d spent the first part of the afternoon in a particularly irritating Departmental Meeting in which the Dean had been even more of an arsehole than usual. The latter part had been spent in a Grant Meeting, in which he had been systematically out-voted on nearly every proposal he’d favoured.
In short, Nick Cutter was not a happy man. And he wasn’t bothering to hide it.
Stephen looked round, a half smile on his handsome face, blending sympathy with just the faintest trace of amusement. “Coffee?”
Another journal followed its companions onto the floor. “Spent all fucking afternoon drinking coffee.” He sounded petulant, and he knew it. Slamming a copy of Nature down on his desk, Nick muttered, “Bugger off and leave me to it, Stephen.”
His assistant stood up, a lazy smile on his face. “Can’t do that, Cutter. You’ll only murder the next undergrad to walk in the door.”
“Might be the fucking Dean, if we’re lucky.”
The smile slid into a grin. “We’re not that lucky, mate.”
Moving with cat-like grace, Stephen picked his way round the mounds of books and specimens littering the floor of the dusty office and turned the key in the lock.
Nick felt his irritation start to subside. Stephen only ever locked the door for one reason, and sometimes not even then. He pushed his chair back from the large oak desk and raised an eyebrow, speculatively.
Without bothering to clear any of the journals and other publications from the floor, Stephen sank to his knees in front of the chair and reached out to undo Nick’s belt. Nick’s show of reluctance was half-hearted, at best, and Stephen easily batted his hands aside, skimming his knuckles across Nick’s groin and pressing into the growing hardness he found waiting for him.
Nick groaned as Stephen leaned forwards and mouthed his erection through the denim, applying just enough pressure with his teeth to send a spark of pleasure dancing up Nick’s spine.
He gave up any resistance and leaned back in the chair, running his hands through Stephen soft, dark hair, making it stand up in bed-hair spikes. Insistent fingers tugged at his zip, then burrowed into his underwear and freed his cock. Stephen sat back on his heels, looking up at Nick through impossibly long eyelashes, running the tip of his pink tongue round his lips.
“Roberts is taking a seminar in his room. You’ll need to at least make the effort to come quietly. Reckon you can manage that, Cutter?”
The vivid blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Stephen had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, but Nick was somewhat less uninhibited.
“Do my best,” he muttered, still stroking Stephen’s hair. He’d read somewhere, probably in a magazine he’d subsequently consigned to the rubbish pile, that stroking a cat had been scientifically proven to lower blood-pressure. Stephen’s hair felt like silk under his fingers. Maybe the article hadn’t been so daft, after all.
Long fingers ran gently along the length of his erect cock, making it twitch. Stephen bent forward and started to lick, his tongue warm and wet against Nick’s sensitive flesh.
The sight of his assistant, on his knees, lapping at his dick like a cat at the cream, forced another groan from Nick’s throat. “Christ, you look sinful enough to corrupt a Pope.”
Midnight blue eyes met his, then Stephen bent his head to the task at hand again, this time taking Nick’s cock in his mouth and sucking, gently but insistently. Nick’s eyes fell closed. If he carried on watching he’d unload in seconds, and he wanted to make this last. It had been a long afternoon and he was overdue for some personal time.
Almost of their own volition, his fingers continued to slide through Stephen’s hair, stroking and caressing to the same rhythm his assistant was applying to his dick. Stephen alternated short, rasping licks with more suction, applied directly to the already over-sensitive head.
Nick moaned, and clutched more tightly at Stephen’s hair. Stephen shifted position slightly and started to take Nick more deeply into his throat, making a sound like a cat purring, which Nick felt, as well as heard. His fingers fell back to stroking. He had his blood-pressure to think of, after all.
He arched his back, feeling his cock hit the back of Stephen’s throat, then sink even lower into the hot, welcoming depths. His assistant would win gold every time, if deep-throating was an Olympic sport.
Then he heard it, and felt it, again. A sub-audible purr, enveloping him like silk and sending shivers of pleasure straight to his balls. Nick continued stroking, and Stephen swallowed around him. The next groan to leave his throat could have been heard in the Vice-Chancellor’s office for all Nick cared. All that mattered to him at the moment was the feel of Stephen’s throat contracting round his dick, starting to slowly and inexorably draw a climax out of him. And at this moment he didn’t give a monkey’s damn who heard him. Stephen owned him, body and soul, and that was all that mattered.
Stephen pulled back, and murmured, “Open your eyes, Cutter, I want you to watch this …”
And those midnight blue eyes fastened themselves on his, as Stephen stroked one hand gently over Nick’s balls, and that was enough.
His orgasm hit him, hard and fast. Come spurted out of his cock, falling onto his stomach and then Stephen’s head dipped lower again and he was lapping at the thick, salty fluid, and yes, he was purring.
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:20 pm (UTC)*dribbles under the laundry room table* Holy mother of guh!
So hot and sexy and yet with a touch of snuggles to make it even more fantastic.
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Date: 2009-01-30 10:21 pm (UTC)And this was a veeeeeeery nice piece of office!porn! *fans self*
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Date: 2009-01-30 11:37 pm (UTC)*dreamy sigh*
Sensual and languid and very, very hot.
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Date: 2009-01-30 11:39 pm (UTC)Super-duper nutter turbo bastard hot . . .
And I want a Stephen to stroke, please *g*.
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Date: 2009-01-31 01:30 pm (UTC)*wibbles*
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Date: 2009-02-07 03:35 pm (UTC)ROFL
I'm not sure Stephen activity is doing much to reduce Nick's blood-pressure. ;)
"if deep-throating was an Olympic sport."
*snorts*
This was really hot.*had to turn the heater down in my room*
:D
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Date: 2009-02-08 09:14 am (UTC)For a start I thought this was a drabble, so I was glad to see it continue!
////Stephen only ever locked the door for one reason////
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////You’ll need to at least make the effort to come quietly.////
LOL and at least he's sensible, even in his lust.
////Christ, you look sinful enough to corrupt a Pope.////
That's Stephen for you.
Now we need a sequel where Nick returns the favour (and Roberts next door will just have to start talking in a very loud voice to his seminar students to cover the noises coming through the wall *G*)
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