Primeval fic: Any Excuse

[knitekat]

Title: Any Excuse

Author: knitekat

Word Count: ~950

Rating: 18

Pairing: Stephen Hart/James Lester

Disclaimer: Not mine (unfortunately), making no money and will put them back as I found them.

A/N: An excuse for smut (not that we need an excuse). Thanks go to the excellent Fred for the beta.

Lester leaned back against the cupboard wall and crossed his arms as he glared at his companion. This was not how his visit to an anomaly to check up on his team was supposed to have gone. Hunted down by some unknown creature after he and Hart had been separated from the rest of the team. Trapped in this small room after Hart had barged him into it. Lester wished he could just snark at the man for that but he was forced to hold his tongue, he really didn't want to let the creature know where he was.

Lester shifted his weight and bit back a sigh as he wondered how long he would be cooped up in here for, alone with Hart. He glared at Hart's back and then had to subtly adjust himself as his eyes dropped to the crouched man's arse. Now was certainly not the time to indulge himself in any fantasies, especially as Lester knew Hart didn't like him.

He needed something to distract him from the delectable Hart ... then as his nose began to itch, Lester was almost relieved as he pulled his ever-present handkerchief from his pocket. Lester's relief quickly faded as he pressed the bridge of his nose hard as his eyes began to water. Oh fuck, he was going to ...

*sneeze*

Blinking water from his eyes, Lester allowed himself a quick smile as Hart almost hit his head as he abruptly straightened from peering out the keyhole.

Hart glared at him but remained silent as both men heard the sound of the creature crashing around. It sounded bloody close. Far too close for Lester's peace of mind.

Lester's nose twitched and he frantically scrubbed at it with his handkerchief, knowing that whatever he did he was still going to sneeze again. Before he could, though, Lester found himself pressed against the wall by a hard body and kissed.

Too stunned to react for a moment, Lester just allowed Hart to kiss him. As Hart's tongue ran along his lips, Lester sighed and allowed him access. Stephen Hart was an excellent kisser. Then Lester's mind caught up with events and he attempted to shove Hart away, only to discover that Hart was clinging to him like a limpet.

Lester felt himself react to Hart's closeness when Hart's thigh pressed against him. He began to blush when Hart drew back slightly, his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips as he rubbed his thigh against Lester's growing erection.

As he sought to regain some control over the situation, Lester hissed, “The bloody thing's a cat, isn't it?”

Hart grinned. “Allergic? I've got the perfect cure.”

Lester opened his mouth to respond but instead groaned into Hart's mouth as the man returned to kissing him. Fuck, what did Hart think he was doing with his hand? Oh. God. That felt good. His head fell back with a soft thud against the wall as Hart's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking and squeezing him. Lester moaned into Hart's mouth as a tongue pushed into his mouth to tangle with his own.

Thrusting helplessly into Hart's talented grip as the other man's mouth ravaged his own, it didn't take long for Lester to come with a muffled groan as Hart demonstrated his expertise at that particular task.

***

Lester couldn't quite work out how it had happened. One moment he had been coming so hard he'd almost blacked out. The next he was braced against a wall with his trousers and boxers around his ankles and with Hart's cock buried deep inside him, thrusting hard and fast. Lester had no idea how it had happened ... but he did know it felt bloody good. Even better than he had imagined it would feel.

He swiftly decided not to let Hart have it all his own way and shoved back as he clamped down hard on Hart's cock. He heard Hart's muffled growl and then Lester had to bite back his own moan as Hart hammered into him, deep and fast.

Lester found it harder and harder to stifle his cries as Hart fucked him closer and closer to orgasm. He really didn't want to summon the creature and become cat food, but being shagged into next week by Hart almost succeeded in making that seem a minor problem. He felt a hand clamp over his mouth as he came, and felt Hart muffle his own cries against the back of his jacket.

Lester winced when Hart pulled free and he was then spun around so Hart could thoroughly kiss him. He raised a querying eyebrow at Hart, projecting being in control even though his trousers were still around his ankles and he had just been thoroughly shagged.

Hart just smirked and leaned in to whisper. “A good fuck is guaranteed to stop an allergy in its tracks.”

Before Lester could reply, he tensed as the yells of the rest of the team sounded. It would not be the done thing to be discovered with his trousers around his ankles and sporting a just fucked look.

Quickly righting his mussed clothing, Lester sighed as he found himself considering how he could convince Hart to do it all over again. God, it had felt so good to have Hart's cock inside him. Lester could feel himself blush and his cock twitch at those thoughts.

Hart chuckled before breathing into Lester's ear, “My place or yours?”

Lester groaned as his cock twitched in interest. Then he grinned. Stephen wasn't going to have this all his own way. Lester had, after all, noticed Stephen's firm arse on more than one occasion, so maybe it was time he got to know it better.