James Lester Drabble Tree Part 2
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knitekatTitle: James Lester Drabble Tree Part 2
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100 x 4
Characters: Lester; Lester/Lyle; Lester/Becker, Jess.
Rating: 15 or 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: Another batch of James Lester drabbles – the last features NON-CON
Determination - Lester (15)
“Fuck!” Lester swore softly, what a bloody balls-up of a mission. Bad intelligent, poor logistics and a back-up team dropped in the wrong place.
He took a deep breath before he began to drag himself through the brush. He almost bit his lip through rather than scream and attract the attention of his pursuers. Darkness threatened to take him when pain spiked through his leg, but he couldn't stop. He was leaving a blood trail for those tracking him, but knew if he tied the tourniquet any tighter he'd risk cutting off the blood supply and possibly lose the leg.
Get A Move On - Lester/Lyle (18)
Lester straddled Lyle's hips before leaning forward to lick and nibble on his collarbone, the movement rubbing his arse teasingly against his lover's cock.
“Bastard.”
Lester grinned unrepentantly. “Oh, did you want something?”
Lyle quirked an eyebrow in a reasonable copy of his lover's trademark, before quickly grabbing Lester's arm and rolling them over. Now looming over Lester, Lyle pressed him firmly into the bed as his hand drifted between Lester's legs to tease at his hole. “Definitely. Any complaints?”
Lester bucked upwards, desperate for more as his lover took his time preparing him. “Only one. Get a move on.”
Thoughts On Loss - Lester/Becker, Jess (15)
The future predator stalked towards them and Lester knew they wouldn't survive – no, Jess had to. It was his fault they were here instead of safely in his office, but he'd told Jess they needed weapons and she'd trusted him.
He swallowed, the EMD might be enough to stop this predator, but not the next. Maybe they'd have time to find a new power pack before...
Another predator appeared and Lester closed his eyes, mentally apologising to Becker for leaving him alone. They'd talked about loss, Becker fearing he'd die and leave Lester grieving, but instead Becker would lose him.
NON-CON drabble below
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Refusing To Talk - Lester (18 - non-con)
Lester hung from his bonds; battered, bruised, his eyes swollen almost closed. He gritted his teeth as hands grasped his hips and a hard cock pressed against his sore opening. A gasp was forced from his throat as he was forcible entered and brutally taken, the cock rasping his sensitive insides until the man unloaded inside him and abruptly withdrew.
Fingers twisted in his hair. “Ready to talk?”
Lester clamped his lips closed. No matter what they did, he refused to reveal the location of his team.
“Your choice.”
Lester bit back a scream as the next man shoved inside.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100 x 4
Characters: Lester; Lester/Lyle; Lester/Becker, Jess.
Rating: 15 or 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: Another batch of James Lester drabbles – the last features NON-CON
Determination - Lester (15)
“Fuck!” Lester swore softly, what a bloody balls-up of a mission. Bad intelligent, poor logistics and a back-up team dropped in the wrong place.
He took a deep breath before he began to drag himself through the brush. He almost bit his lip through rather than scream and attract the attention of his pursuers. Darkness threatened to take him when pain spiked through his leg, but he couldn't stop. He was leaving a blood trail for those tracking him, but knew if he tied the tourniquet any tighter he'd risk cutting off the blood supply and possibly lose the leg.
Get A Move On - Lester/Lyle (18)
Lester straddled Lyle's hips before leaning forward to lick and nibble on his collarbone, the movement rubbing his arse teasingly against his lover's cock.
“Bastard.”
Lester grinned unrepentantly. “Oh, did you want something?”
Lyle quirked an eyebrow in a reasonable copy of his lover's trademark, before quickly grabbing Lester's arm and rolling them over. Now looming over Lester, Lyle pressed him firmly into the bed as his hand drifted between Lester's legs to tease at his hole. “Definitely. Any complaints?”
Lester bucked upwards, desperate for more as his lover took his time preparing him. “Only one. Get a move on.”
Thoughts On Loss - Lester/Becker, Jess (15)
The future predator stalked towards them and Lester knew they wouldn't survive – no, Jess had to. It was his fault they were here instead of safely in his office, but he'd told Jess they needed weapons and she'd trusted him.
He swallowed, the EMD might be enough to stop this predator, but not the next. Maybe they'd have time to find a new power pack before...
Another predator appeared and Lester closed his eyes, mentally apologising to Becker for leaving him alone. They'd talked about loss, Becker fearing he'd die and leave Lester grieving, but instead Becker would lose him.
NON-CON drabble below
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Refusing To Talk - Lester (18 - non-con)
Lester hung from his bonds; battered, bruised, his eyes swollen almost closed. He gritted his teeth as hands grasped his hips and a hard cock pressed against his sore opening. A gasp was forced from his throat as he was forcible entered and brutally taken, the cock rasping his sensitive insides until the man unloaded inside him and abruptly withdrew.
Fingers twisted in his hair. “Ready to talk?”
Lester clamped his lips closed. No matter what they did, he refused to reveal the location of his team.
“Your choice.”
Lester bit back a scream as the next man shoved inside.
