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knitekatTitle: The Comfort After The Hurt
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2820
Characters: James Lester, Connor Temple.
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: Written for Deinonychus_1's birthday (sorry it's late) and her prompt: Lester/Connor and a bit of h/c. I think it might have gone angsty too ;)
A/N2: Thanks go to the wonderful Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear. Any remaining errors are mine.
Connor stumbled half-asleep into his bathroom, blinked at the sudden too-bright light and gave the cord a sharp yank. The frayed cord snapped off in his hand but at least he was plunged into darkness.
Connor groaned as he held his stomach. God. What had he eaten last night to make him feel so bad? Or maybe it was what he'd been drinking? Maybe his drink had been spiked? He paused, he didn't think so. He'd been more than happy to shove his trousers down and have a hard, fast fuck with that gorgeous hunk before he'd drunk anything. OK, maybe having unprotected sex with a total stranger in a club loo wasn't sensible, but one thing had led to another and he'd needed it. Needed to feel alive after ... he scrubbed at his face. He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't. Not over Tom.
Feeling terrible, he staggered back to his bed, to his mobile. He stabbed at a random button, hoping someone would answer, that someone would help him.
“Hello? Connor? Do you have any idea what time it is?”
Pain ripped through him and tore a moan from his throat.
”Connor?” Connor heard a sigh, “Connor? Answer me? Are you at home? Right. I'm going to assume you are. Stay there. Someone will be there shortly.”
Connor heard the knock on his door and looked up. He prayed they wouldn't enter. The need was growing inside him and Connor now knew what it was. He didn't want to infect anyone else. He whimpered, “Go away.”
The snick of the door opening had Connor backing away, both from the painful light and the people coming towards him. He groaned as pain ripped through him, the parasite demanding he attacked, that the young needed a host.
Connor shook his head as he bit his lip. He would resist. He must resist. The need was growing, gnawing at his self-control. When his prey drew near enough, Connor's control broke and he lunged with teeth bared.
Struggling in his prey's grip, Connor could hear footsteps approaching and knew he needed to act. With a desperate burst of strength, Connor locked his teeth around the wrist of his prey, his teeth sinking in deep as he worried at the flesh. A sharp pain to his head sent Connor sprawling on the floor, his vision greying as darkness took him.
Connor woke to the sounds of bleeping around him. He looked around confused. How the hell had he ended up in hospital? The last thing he remembered was... oh.
“Well. At least you're awake now.”
Connor glanced towards the voice, his eyes widening as he saw Lester scowling at him. The man was wearing a hospital gown and looking rather unhappy about it. Connor's eyes fixed on the bandage around Lester's wrist. “I bit you?”
Lester nodded. “Luckily the doctors managed to remove the parasites from both of us.” He sighed. “We're in isolation until everyone is convinced of that.” He paused and quirked an eyebrow at Connor. “How did you get infected?”
Connor looked down and swallowed as he felt himself blush. “Um. I ...”
Lester sighed one of his patented sighs. “We need to track down whoever infected you, Connor. Before they infect someone else.”
Blushing, Connor muttered. “Some guy I had sex with.”
“Ah. I believe Cutter did say any transfer of bodily fluid.” Lester paused again, “Does he have a name?”
Connor blushed more, “I don't know. He picked me up in a club.”
“Which I hope has CCTV.”
Several weeks later, Connor shuffled his feet as he stood in front of Lester's desk. “I'm sorry.”
Lester arched his eyebrow, “For?”
“For biting you. For having unprotected sex with a stranger.”
“Apology accepted for the first. The second isn't anything to do with me.” Lester tapped his fingers. “Although, it isn't very safe.”
“I know. I just like to feel a cock inside me.”
“I don't need to know that.”
Connor blushed. “I really, really am sorry.” He almost ran from Lester's office in his haste to escape the room and the snarky comment he expected at any moment.
Connor found himself in the locker room and blushed harder as he re-ran that conversation in his head. Oh God, he really needed to think before he opened his mouth. He sighed and stripped for a shower, knowing no one would interrupt him and he could think... hide in peace. He wasn't sure he could ever face Lester again after admitting that to him. There were just some things you shouldn't tell your boss.
Connor sighed as the warm water cascaded around him. He allowed his mind to wonder as his hand lazily pumped his cock. His eyes flew open and his jaw dropped, causing him to choke on a mouthful of water. Lester had looked slightly flustered when he'd mentioned he liked a cock inside him. He had even shifted minutely. Connor knew he'd done it again: open mouth and insert foot should be tattooed on his forehead.
Although... what if Lester had been turned on by the thought? Nah. Why would a man like Lester be interested in someone like Connor? Even if he was gay there were far better candidates for Lester to fuck with than a stupid boy like him - an idiot who managed to get himself infected by a parasite when he'd allowed a complete stranger to fuck him. Even worse, he'd bitten his boss. Really, Connor was amazed he still had a job after that cock-up.
Oh God. His cock twitched at that thought and he really needed to stop thinking about cocks up things. He knew Lester would never think of him like that... but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the fantasy of Lester wanting him. His cock twitched again and filled as he began to imagine Lester in here with him. His hand on Connor's cock, stroking him just how Connor liked it. Skilled and sure, confident with every touch. Connor moaned as his imagination took off. He could almost see Lester gracefully dropping to his knees as he took Connor in his mouth, his tongue not just proficient at snarking. Connor gave a moan as he imagined Lester bending him over and driving inside him. Filling him so full. Connor gasped out Lester's name as he came, spurting over the shower wall.
“You really do have an active imagination.”
Lester's lazy drawl made Connor close his eyes and bow his head in misery. What the hell had he moaned and cried out as he'd wanked? Bloody hell, he really would be out on his ear now. Hang on... what was Lester doing down here? Curiosity fought with embarrassment and won. Connor took a deep breath and slowly turned as he frantically thought up something, anything, to explain what Lester had heard. “Lester...”
Connor's eyes widened and he swallowed his suddenly dry mouth. His eyes darted everywhere. At the surprisingly toned body normally hidden beneath expensive suits. At the amusement in the desire-darkened green eyes. At the lovely cock that jutted from Lester's dark curls and Connor moaned as he watched a drop of pre-come bead on the tip.
“L... Lester?” Connor swallowed as he squeaked. “Wha...?” His words died as Lester kissed him. He opened his mouth and allowed Lester inside, moaning into the kiss as Lester's hands fondled his arse and Lester's hard cock pressed against his hip. He stared at Lester as the man stepped back and regarded him. How could Lester look so bloody calm when he was standing naked and erect in the communal showers?
“Connor? Do you...?” Lester sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I'll have you know I don't normally proposition my employees like this.”
“Good.”
“Good?” Lester nodded. “Ah. Shall we just forget all about this unfortunate misunderstanding?” When Connor shook his head, Lester sighed and closed his eyes. “I apologise for my behaviour, Mr Temple. I...”
Connor grinned at the squawk Lester gave when he kissed him and squeezed his cock. “Don't apologise, fuck me.”
“Connor?” Lester pulled back a step. “Are you sure?”
Connor almost groaned in frustration. What did he have to do to get Lester's cock up his arse? “Fuck me.” He turned to face the shower wall, his legs spread and arse thrust backwards. “Shower gel's on the shelf.” He wiggled his arse and smiled at the needy moan Lester gave.
Hands caressed Connor's back and shoulders before dropping down to his arse. Connor shivered as he felt warm breath on his wet skin. “Are you sure?”
“Please, Lester. Fuck me. I want to feel you.” Connor whimpered as the hands slid off his skin and he closed his eyes in rejection. They shot open when his cheeks were opened and a warm wet tongue licked up his crack. None of his lovers and one-night shags had ever touched him like that. He wiggled at the sensation, it was so bloody intimate and his cock really liked it. Connor squeaked when Lester's tongue licked and probed and finally slipped inside his opening to fuck him. “Oh god. Need you so bad.”
Lester's snort sent shivers running across Connor's skin as he whined for more. He whimpered desperately when Lester stood up and then he moaned when he felt Lester press a slick finger inside him. The gentle thrust in and out almost undid Connor and he opened his legs wider as he pushed his arse out for more. Lester's chuckle sent another shiver down Connor's back as he slipped a second finger in. Connor began to fuck himself on those fingers. “Feels so good. Need you. Now.”
“Soon, Connor, soon.” Lester ran his free hand over Connor's back and side in a calming manner. “Once you can take three fingers.”
Connor squeezed around Lester's fingers. “Please. I want your cock now. Hard and fast. Make me feel it.” He moaned in loss as Lester removed his fingers and then that hot, hard cock breached him and had Connor panting and shoving back to impale himself. He wanted, needed to feel Lester inside him. Filling him and fucking him.
Hands gripped Connor's hips in a bruising hold and then Lester was moving. Sliding balls-deep before pulling almost all the way out. Over and over again. Long smooth glides that grazed Connor's prostate but weren't nearly enough. He squeezed hard around Lester and bucked back against him to meet his thrusts as he attempted to fuck himself on Lester's cock.
“Fuck!” Lester ground out before pressing Connor into the wall. He began to drive hard and fast into Connor's willing and open body. Drawing moans and cries from both of them as he took Connor without respite. Connor's fingers scrabbled on the slick shower wall as he was pounded into. It was so bloody good. He almost cried out in disappointment when he felt his orgasm coil in his belly. He never wanted this feeling to end.
Connor almost screamed as he came and he barely had the presence of mind to clamp down on Lester. The feel of his lover jerking and spurting inside him was something he'd remember on the cold lonely nights that lay ahead and Connor almost begged Lester to stay inside him as he withdrew.
“OK, Connor?” Lester gasped breathlessly.
“Yeah.”
“Connor?” Lester cupped Connor's chin and made the younger man look at him. “That is what you wanted?”
Connor nodded, “Fuck yes, Lester.”
“I think you should call me James under the circumstances, don't you?”
“I should?”
“Hmm.” Lester nodded before leaning in and kissing Connor.
“James?”
“Yes?”
“Just trying it out.” Connor knew he had a soppy expression on his face when Lester rolled his eyes. He swallowed but he needed to know. “What happens now?”
“Well,” Lester drawled. “I think getting dressed would be a good idea.”
“Um. Yes.” Connor couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice. This was where Lester told him it had been nice, but...
“Connor?” Lester's fingers were on his face again. “Come back to my flat? If you want to, that is.”
“If I want to?” Connor asked almost dazed before he smiled. “Really?”
“I was thinking a meal with a nice wine and then...” Lester pressed another kiss against Connor's lips. “I have a very comfortable double bed.”
Connor swallowed before dragging Lester out of the shower. Connor left the man looking bemused as he got hurriedly dried and even more haphazardly dressed. “Come on, James. The sooner we eat, the sooner you can shag me.”
Lester snorted and rolled his eyes. “You really are a demanding bottom, aren't you?”
Connor nodded and bounced impatiently on his feet as he waited for Lester to dress at a far slower and refined pace. “Please. Can we go now?”
“Fine. Meet me at my car in ten minutes.” Lester grabbed hold of Connor's wrist and pulled him close for a kiss. “I do hope there isn't an anomaly tomorrow.”
“Why?” Connor asked curiously.
“Because, my dear Connor, I'm planning on fucking you so hard you won't be able to walk straight let alone run tomorrow.”
“Fuck, yes.” Connor grinned widely as he dashed towards the exit. “Ten minutes? Can't we meet in five? Or leave now? Please?”
“Definitely a pushy bottom.” Lester's smile took the bite from his words. “I have to collect my briefcase first.” He pulled Connor in for another kiss. “I'll make it worth your wait, Connor.”
Connor let out a little meep as he turned and did run from the locker room, heading straight for Lester's car where he paced until Lester arrived. “Can we go now?” He turned his puppy-dog eyes on Lester. “Do we have to eat first? Can't you just fuck me?”
“Get in the car, Connor.” Lester opened his car and slid into the driver's seat. He put the car into gear once Connor joined him. “Dinner first, Connor.” At Connor's fallen expression, Lester stroked his thigh. “Then we can find out how comfortable my bed is.”
Connor had trouble sitting still through their meal. The thought of actually sleeping with Lester rather than just having a quick shag had him painfully erect. As soon as Lester finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher Connor grabbed his hand and started to drag him down the hall until he stopped and looked around. “Um, James?”
“The bedroom's second on the left.” Lester grinned as Connor resumed dragging him down the hall and into his bedroom. He shook his head in amusement as Connor stripped in record time.
“James? Why are you still dressed? You can't fuck me like that.” Connor pouted and stroked a hand down his cock.
“Not so sure about that.” Lester smiled as Connor squeaked at that thought. He carefully began to remove his clothes and folded them neatly on a chair. “Get on the bed, Connor. Your choice of position.”
Connor let out a meep as he hurried to the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees. He looked over his shoulder and let out another meep as he watched Lester step out of his boxers. Connor groaned as Lester caressed his arse before he slipped a finger inside him. He shoved back for more, moaning deeply as Lester found his sweet spot. “Fuck me, James. I'm still stretched from earlier.”
Lester obviously agreed as he pressed into Connor without hesitation, sinking deep into Connor in one push. Hands gripping Connor's hips firmly, Lester didn't give him time to adjust. Instead he immediately set up a pounding rhythm that had Connor gasping and the bed creaking.
Connor blinked open his eyes in the morning and looked around the unfamiliar room. He winced from a pleasantly sore arse as he moved and smiled as he recalled the events of the previous night. James had fucked him several times during the night and each time had been bloody wonderful. Even better, in Connor's opinion, he was still in James' bed and in his arms. He even dared to hope that this hadn't been a one-night stand. That James meant this to be a more long-term relationship. Connor certainly hoped so, but just in case, he was content to stay where he was and listen to the soft snores that blew warm air onto his neck.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2820
Characters: James Lester, Connor Temple.
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: Written for Deinonychus_1's birthday (sorry it's late) and her prompt: Lester/Connor and a bit of h/c. I think it might have gone angsty too ;)
A/N2: Thanks go to the wonderful Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear. Any remaining errors are mine.
Connor stumbled half-asleep into his bathroom, blinked at the sudden too-bright light and gave the cord a sharp yank. The frayed cord snapped off in his hand but at least he was plunged into darkness.
Connor groaned as he held his stomach. God. What had he eaten last night to make him feel so bad? Or maybe it was what he'd been drinking? Maybe his drink had been spiked? He paused, he didn't think so. He'd been more than happy to shove his trousers down and have a hard, fast fuck with that gorgeous hunk before he'd drunk anything. OK, maybe having unprotected sex with a total stranger in a club loo wasn't sensible, but one thing had led to another and he'd needed it. Needed to feel alive after ... he scrubbed at his face. He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't. Not over Tom.
Feeling terrible, he staggered back to his bed, to his mobile. He stabbed at a random button, hoping someone would answer, that someone would help him.
“Hello? Connor? Do you have any idea what time it is?”
Pain ripped through him and tore a moan from his throat.
”Connor?” Connor heard a sigh, “Connor? Answer me? Are you at home? Right. I'm going to assume you are. Stay there. Someone will be there shortly.”
****
Connor heard the knock on his door and looked up. He prayed they wouldn't enter. The need was growing inside him and Connor now knew what it was. He didn't want to infect anyone else. He whimpered, “Go away.”
The snick of the door opening had Connor backing away, both from the painful light and the people coming towards him. He groaned as pain ripped through him, the parasite demanding he attacked, that the young needed a host.
Connor shook his head as he bit his lip. He would resist. He must resist. The need was growing, gnawing at his self-control. When his prey drew near enough, Connor's control broke and he lunged with teeth bared.
Struggling in his prey's grip, Connor could hear footsteps approaching and knew he needed to act. With a desperate burst of strength, Connor locked his teeth around the wrist of his prey, his teeth sinking in deep as he worried at the flesh. A sharp pain to his head sent Connor sprawling on the floor, his vision greying as darkness took him.
****
Connor woke to the sounds of bleeping around him. He looked around confused. How the hell had he ended up in hospital? The last thing he remembered was... oh.
“Well. At least you're awake now.”
Connor glanced towards the voice, his eyes widening as he saw Lester scowling at him. The man was wearing a hospital gown and looking rather unhappy about it. Connor's eyes fixed on the bandage around Lester's wrist. “I bit you?”
Lester nodded. “Luckily the doctors managed to remove the parasites from both of us.” He sighed. “We're in isolation until everyone is convinced of that.” He paused and quirked an eyebrow at Connor. “How did you get infected?”
Connor looked down and swallowed as he felt himself blush. “Um. I ...”
Lester sighed one of his patented sighs. “We need to track down whoever infected you, Connor. Before they infect someone else.”
Blushing, Connor muttered. “Some guy I had sex with.”
“Ah. I believe Cutter did say any transfer of bodily fluid.” Lester paused again, “Does he have a name?”
Connor blushed more, “I don't know. He picked me up in a club.”
“Which I hope has CCTV.”
****
Several weeks later, Connor shuffled his feet as he stood in front of Lester's desk. “I'm sorry.”
Lester arched his eyebrow, “For?”
“For biting you. For having unprotected sex with a stranger.”
“Apology accepted for the first. The second isn't anything to do with me.” Lester tapped his fingers. “Although, it isn't very safe.”
“I know. I just like to feel a cock inside me.”
“I don't need to know that.”
Connor blushed. “I really, really am sorry.” He almost ran from Lester's office in his haste to escape the room and the snarky comment he expected at any moment.
****
Connor found himself in the locker room and blushed harder as he re-ran that conversation in his head. Oh God, he really needed to think before he opened his mouth. He sighed and stripped for a shower, knowing no one would interrupt him and he could think... hide in peace. He wasn't sure he could ever face Lester again after admitting that to him. There were just some things you shouldn't tell your boss.
Connor sighed as the warm water cascaded around him. He allowed his mind to wonder as his hand lazily pumped his cock. His eyes flew open and his jaw dropped, causing him to choke on a mouthful of water. Lester had looked slightly flustered when he'd mentioned he liked a cock inside him. He had even shifted minutely. Connor knew he'd done it again: open mouth and insert foot should be tattooed on his forehead.
Although... what if Lester had been turned on by the thought? Nah. Why would a man like Lester be interested in someone like Connor? Even if he was gay there were far better candidates for Lester to fuck with than a stupid boy like him - an idiot who managed to get himself infected by a parasite when he'd allowed a complete stranger to fuck him. Even worse, he'd bitten his boss. Really, Connor was amazed he still had a job after that cock-up.
Oh God. His cock twitched at that thought and he really needed to stop thinking about cocks up things. He knew Lester would never think of him like that... but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the fantasy of Lester wanting him. His cock twitched again and filled as he began to imagine Lester in here with him. His hand on Connor's cock, stroking him just how Connor liked it. Skilled and sure, confident with every touch. Connor moaned as his imagination took off. He could almost see Lester gracefully dropping to his knees as he took Connor in his mouth, his tongue not just proficient at snarking. Connor gave a moan as he imagined Lester bending him over and driving inside him. Filling him so full. Connor gasped out Lester's name as he came, spurting over the shower wall.
“You really do have an active imagination.”
Lester's lazy drawl made Connor close his eyes and bow his head in misery. What the hell had he moaned and cried out as he'd wanked? Bloody hell, he really would be out on his ear now. Hang on... what was Lester doing down here? Curiosity fought with embarrassment and won. Connor took a deep breath and slowly turned as he frantically thought up something, anything, to explain what Lester had heard. “Lester...”
Connor's eyes widened and he swallowed his suddenly dry mouth. His eyes darted everywhere. At the surprisingly toned body normally hidden beneath expensive suits. At the amusement in the desire-darkened green eyes. At the lovely cock that jutted from Lester's dark curls and Connor moaned as he watched a drop of pre-come bead on the tip.
“L... Lester?” Connor swallowed as he squeaked. “Wha...?” His words died as Lester kissed him. He opened his mouth and allowed Lester inside, moaning into the kiss as Lester's hands fondled his arse and Lester's hard cock pressed against his hip. He stared at Lester as the man stepped back and regarded him. How could Lester look so bloody calm when he was standing naked and erect in the communal showers?
“Connor? Do you...?” Lester sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I'll have you know I don't normally proposition my employees like this.”
“Good.”
“Good?” Lester nodded. “Ah. Shall we just forget all about this unfortunate misunderstanding?” When Connor shook his head, Lester sighed and closed his eyes. “I apologise for my behaviour, Mr Temple. I...”
Connor grinned at the squawk Lester gave when he kissed him and squeezed his cock. “Don't apologise, fuck me.”
“Connor?” Lester pulled back a step. “Are you sure?”
Connor almost groaned in frustration. What did he have to do to get Lester's cock up his arse? “Fuck me.” He turned to face the shower wall, his legs spread and arse thrust backwards. “Shower gel's on the shelf.” He wiggled his arse and smiled at the needy moan Lester gave.
Hands caressed Connor's back and shoulders before dropping down to his arse. Connor shivered as he felt warm breath on his wet skin. “Are you sure?”
“Please, Lester. Fuck me. I want to feel you.” Connor whimpered as the hands slid off his skin and he closed his eyes in rejection. They shot open when his cheeks were opened and a warm wet tongue licked up his crack. None of his lovers and one-night shags had ever touched him like that. He wiggled at the sensation, it was so bloody intimate and his cock really liked it. Connor squeaked when Lester's tongue licked and probed and finally slipped inside his opening to fuck him. “Oh god. Need you so bad.”
Lester's snort sent shivers running across Connor's skin as he whined for more. He whimpered desperately when Lester stood up and then he moaned when he felt Lester press a slick finger inside him. The gentle thrust in and out almost undid Connor and he opened his legs wider as he pushed his arse out for more. Lester's chuckle sent another shiver down Connor's back as he slipped a second finger in. Connor began to fuck himself on those fingers. “Feels so good. Need you. Now.”
“Soon, Connor, soon.” Lester ran his free hand over Connor's back and side in a calming manner. “Once you can take three fingers.”
Connor squeezed around Lester's fingers. “Please. I want your cock now. Hard and fast. Make me feel it.” He moaned in loss as Lester removed his fingers and then that hot, hard cock breached him and had Connor panting and shoving back to impale himself. He wanted, needed to feel Lester inside him. Filling him and fucking him.
Hands gripped Connor's hips in a bruising hold and then Lester was moving. Sliding balls-deep before pulling almost all the way out. Over and over again. Long smooth glides that grazed Connor's prostate but weren't nearly enough. He squeezed hard around Lester and bucked back against him to meet his thrusts as he attempted to fuck himself on Lester's cock.
“Fuck!” Lester ground out before pressing Connor into the wall. He began to drive hard and fast into Connor's willing and open body. Drawing moans and cries from both of them as he took Connor without respite. Connor's fingers scrabbled on the slick shower wall as he was pounded into. It was so bloody good. He almost cried out in disappointment when he felt his orgasm coil in his belly. He never wanted this feeling to end.
Connor almost screamed as he came and he barely had the presence of mind to clamp down on Lester. The feel of his lover jerking and spurting inside him was something he'd remember on the cold lonely nights that lay ahead and Connor almost begged Lester to stay inside him as he withdrew.
“OK, Connor?” Lester gasped breathlessly.
“Yeah.”
“Connor?” Lester cupped Connor's chin and made the younger man look at him. “That is what you wanted?”
Connor nodded, “Fuck yes, Lester.”
“I think you should call me James under the circumstances, don't you?”
“I should?”
“Hmm.” Lester nodded before leaning in and kissing Connor.
“James?”
“Yes?”
“Just trying it out.” Connor knew he had a soppy expression on his face when Lester rolled his eyes. He swallowed but he needed to know. “What happens now?”
“Well,” Lester drawled. “I think getting dressed would be a good idea.”
“Um. Yes.” Connor couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice. This was where Lester told him it had been nice, but...
“Connor?” Lester's fingers were on his face again. “Come back to my flat? If you want to, that is.”
“If I want to?” Connor asked almost dazed before he smiled. “Really?”
“I was thinking a meal with a nice wine and then...” Lester pressed another kiss against Connor's lips. “I have a very comfortable double bed.”
Connor swallowed before dragging Lester out of the shower. Connor left the man looking bemused as he got hurriedly dried and even more haphazardly dressed. “Come on, James. The sooner we eat, the sooner you can shag me.”
Lester snorted and rolled his eyes. “You really are a demanding bottom, aren't you?”
Connor nodded and bounced impatiently on his feet as he waited for Lester to dress at a far slower and refined pace. “Please. Can we go now?”
“Fine. Meet me at my car in ten minutes.” Lester grabbed hold of Connor's wrist and pulled him close for a kiss. “I do hope there isn't an anomaly tomorrow.”
“Why?” Connor asked curiously.
“Because, my dear Connor, I'm planning on fucking you so hard you won't be able to walk straight let alone run tomorrow.”
“Fuck, yes.” Connor grinned widely as he dashed towards the exit. “Ten minutes? Can't we meet in five? Or leave now? Please?”
“Definitely a pushy bottom.” Lester's smile took the bite from his words. “I have to collect my briefcase first.” He pulled Connor in for another kiss. “I'll make it worth your wait, Connor.”
Connor let out a little meep as he turned and did run from the locker room, heading straight for Lester's car where he paced until Lester arrived. “Can we go now?” He turned his puppy-dog eyes on Lester. “Do we have to eat first? Can't you just fuck me?”
“Get in the car, Connor.” Lester opened his car and slid into the driver's seat. He put the car into gear once Connor joined him. “Dinner first, Connor.” At Connor's fallen expression, Lester stroked his thigh. “Then we can find out how comfortable my bed is.”
****
Connor had trouble sitting still through their meal. The thought of actually sleeping with Lester rather than just having a quick shag had him painfully erect. As soon as Lester finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher Connor grabbed his hand and started to drag him down the hall until he stopped and looked around. “Um, James?”
“The bedroom's second on the left.” Lester grinned as Connor resumed dragging him down the hall and into his bedroom. He shook his head in amusement as Connor stripped in record time.
“James? Why are you still dressed? You can't fuck me like that.” Connor pouted and stroked a hand down his cock.
“Not so sure about that.” Lester smiled as Connor squeaked at that thought. He carefully began to remove his clothes and folded them neatly on a chair. “Get on the bed, Connor. Your choice of position.”
Connor let out a meep as he hurried to the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees. He looked over his shoulder and let out another meep as he watched Lester step out of his boxers. Connor groaned as Lester caressed his arse before he slipped a finger inside him. He shoved back for more, moaning deeply as Lester found his sweet spot. “Fuck me, James. I'm still stretched from earlier.”
Lester obviously agreed as he pressed into Connor without hesitation, sinking deep into Connor in one push. Hands gripping Connor's hips firmly, Lester didn't give him time to adjust. Instead he immediately set up a pounding rhythm that had Connor gasping and the bed creaking.
****
Connor blinked open his eyes in the morning and looked around the unfamiliar room. He winced from a pleasantly sore arse as he moved and smiled as he recalled the events of the previous night. James had fucked him several times during the night and each time had been bloody wonderful. Even better, in Connor's opinion, he was still in James' bed and in his arms. He even dared to hope that this hadn't been a one-night stand. That James meant this to be a more long-term relationship. Connor certainly hoped so, but just in case, he was content to stay where he was and listen to the soft snores that blew warm air onto his neck.
