Fic: Tell Me

[noxnoctisanima]

Title: Tell Me

Fandom: Primeval/Numb3rs
Pairing: Don Eppes/Connor Temple

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Slash

Disclaimer: God I wish! But no.

Summary: Connor isn’t sure when this strange obsession with tactical equipment and guns began and he’s sure he should be more worried about it then he is. 
A.N. Part of fredbassett's birthday comment!porn, answer to the prompt 'Talk Dirty' 
 

 

 

Connor isn’t sure when this strange obsession with tactical equipment and guns began and he’s sure he should be more worried about it then he is.

 

He can’t quite bring himself to care though, especially when Don comes straight over after doing something life threatening that Connor doesn’t want to think too much on. He loves those times because adrenaline does such wonderful things to Don and he usually completely forgets to remove his tac gear.

 

Don is pressing him up against the kitchen counter, the bulges of his vest pressing into Connor’s chest in a myriad of interesting ways and the clips of the thigh holsters scraping against his pants. Connor’s willing to do just about anything to be fucked right now.

 

Connor’s whimpering against Don’s throat and thrusting helplessly against his thigh when Don hisses into his ear.

 

“Tell me what you want Conn, I’m going to do exactly what you ask me to.”

 

Connor almost collapses right there, red flush flares from his temples to his neck and his mouth goes instantly dry. He stammers for a few moments before his brain catches up.

 

“Uh I want you to fuck me.”

 

Don is smiling against his throat and he gropes Connor before answering.

 

“I know that, but how do you want me to do it Conn, hard, soft, fast, slow, tie you up and fuck you till you’re begging to cum?”

 

Connor’s shaking and he’s so hard he can barely think straight.

 

“I want…” He swallows hard. “I want you to fuck me against the counter,” Don squeezes Connor through his shorts and Connor pants. “God, I…I want you to do it hard…please Don…” Connor is barely coherent, clutching at Don’s vest and Don’s smile is slightly feral as he pushes Connor until his belly is pressing against the counter.

 

“All you had to do was ask.”