Fic: Imaginary Eyes

[noxnoctisanima]

Title: Imaginary Eyes

Fandom: Primeval

Pairing: Connor/Imaginary Nick

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Slash

Disclaimer: God I wish! But no.

Summary: Connor can't stop himself from wanting this.  
A.N. Part of  fredbassett 's birthday comment!porn, answer to the prompt 'Wank!fic' 

 

 

 

Connor feels even worse about doing this then he used to when Nick was merely unavailable rather then as utterly screwed up as his arrival in their reality was making him. He can’t stop though.

 

Connor lies back against his pillow, propping it up a little underneath his head so he can see down his body.

 

He flicks a finger against his nipple, hissing as it grazes over the sensitive skin. As his finger pinches against the other nipple his imagination shows him Nick, propped up in a chair beside the bed, palming his cock through his pants, eyes on Connor’s movements.

 

Connor groaned at the imaginary eyes moving over his body and slipped his hand down his body, ruffling across the dark hair until he could grasp his cock, lying hard against his belly.

 

His hips twitched up at the touch, and he sighed brokenly as he slid his hand up to the head, sweeping his fingers across the tip and then down the vein, back to the base.

 

He tilted his hip, spreading himself for the imaginary watcher, sliding his hand back up the length of his cock, other hand twisting at his nipples, head thrown back against the pillow.

 

His fingers left his nipples as his hand’s movement on his cock started to get erratic. He shifted his legs, pulling one up against his body and lifted his hip until he could slide his fingers down over his cock, collecting precome between his fingers then push them into himself, pressing first one then another past the ring of muscle.

 

Imaginary Nick had his cock out of his pants now, stroking himself hard as Connor worked his fingers in and out.    

 

Connor was so close now, pressing down onto his fingers and thrusting up into his hand, head thrashing against the pillow.

 

As imaginary Nick came, splattering come across his fingers, Connor arched up, thighs twitching as he thrust helplessly into his fist, muscles of his ass shuddering around his fingers.

 

Connor sighed at the empty space beside the bed and muscles still twitching from his orgasm, rolled over to find something to wipe his hands on.