Primeval Fic: Sleepless in Sussex

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Title: Sleepless in Sussex

Word Count: 748

Rating: 16 (adult concepts)

Characters/Pairing: Connor/Stephen

Authors Notes: As mentioned in last Sunday Chat: a surprisingly underused pairing

Disclaimer: Not mine, Primeval and its characters belong to Impossible Pictures

Thank you, fififolle, for the speedy beta! *hugs*

 

 

He must be dreaming! And it was more like a nightmare.

“There’s only one bed,” he said, almost whiningly. “A single bed!”

“No worries. I’m used to worse,” Stephen said. “At least we’ll be warm and dry. We’ll manage to share, won’t we?”

“Okay, if you say so,” he muttered, not convinced completely.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Stephen disappeared into the bathroom.

He put down his bag and laptop and started taking off his coat, gloves and scarf.

Oh God, this was a nightmare. He was going to spend the night with Stephen in one, small bed.

He swallowed hard.

Stephen came out of the bathroom, his spiky hair wet and only wearing boxer briefs.

“Sorry, I don’t have any night clothes or spare clothes with me,” Stephen said, drying his hair with a towel.

“That’s okay.”

He had to take a shower! Now! Preferably a cold one! It was suddenly very hot in the tiny bedroom.

He went into the bathroom and undressed in a hurry.

In the shower he immediately took matters in his own hand and with a couple of strokes he reached a shuddering climax. Hopefully that would suffice until morning.

He came back into the bedroom, dressed in his vest and pants.

In the meantime Stephen had pushed the bed against the wall.

“I toss and turn a lot in my sleep,” Stephen explained. “I’ll sleep against the wall to stop me doing that. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Fine,” was all he could say, dreading the moment they had to lie down and find a comfortable sleeping position.

Stephen was the first to lie down. Luckily he had found another pillow, so at least they didn’t have to fight about that.

Stephen stretched his long, lean body facing the wall.

He gulped and stretched beside Stephen, facing the other way, so their backs and bottoms touched. He pulled the duvet over them and switched off the light.

“Good night,” he managed to say.

“Night, Connor.”

Oh God, this was going to be a very long night. He didn’t dare to move. Every muscle in his body was tense and even breathing was a challenge.

He closed his eyes and pretended he was at home in his own bed.

Breathe in, breathe out….

…

He had snuggled up against a body.

He felt soft breathing against his face.

They had both turned in their sleep and now they were facing each other.

He opened one eye and looked up, expecting Stephen to look at him with his radiant, blue eyes.

But Stephen’s eyes were closed, long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. Stephen’s mouth was slightly open and his breath was soft and pleasant.

Stephen was so close to him that he could see every detail of that beautiful face. And without Stephen noticing. He felt like a voyeur.

Okay, he had to go back to sleep now. Don’t get carried away. Close your eyes.

Breathe in… breathe out…

…

Oh, that was pleasant.

He opened his eyes.

It was still dark outside.

He was still plastered against Stephen’s body, but the man had turned and was facing the wall again.

He felt Stephen’s arse cheeks against his crotch.

Oh my God! He had a hard-on! And technically it wasn’t a morning erection, because it wasn’t morning yet!

Okay, think of something else!

f(x) = (x - 1)² – 4.

f(x) = -3 + x² -2x.

Breathe in… breathe out.

…

The earth was moving! Earthquake!

He was lying on something soft.

Morning light was visible through the closed curtains.

Oh no! He was draped over Stephen, who was lying on his back now.

He had one arm and one leg across Stephen’s body and his head was resting on Stephen’s shoulder.

What should he do? Should he move? Or lie as quiet as possible?

And he needed to pee. Badly.

Luckily no morning erection. Phew!

He decided to lie still and he hoped he’d fall back to sleep.

Suddenly Stephen shifted and murmured something.

Eek!

Don’t wake up! Please!

“Morning, Connor.”

Oh! My! God!

He looked up to look into Stephen’s eyes.

“Morning.”

Oh no! He was blushing! Thank God it was still semi-dark in the room.

Stephen smiled.

Oh man! That man was gorgeous.

Suddenly Stephen kissed him.

Tongue!

He didn’t see that one coming!

Wow!

Stephen tasted just like he expected. Sweet, strong, masculine.

He felt Stephen’s stubble and it was surprisingly pleasant.

This was heaven!

He must be dreaming!