Fic: Sleeping Bag

[noxnoctisanima]

Title: Sleeping Bag
Author: Nox
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Stephen/ (Nick)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own it, not mine. No offence or liability intended
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Stephen can't help himself, even with Nick so close
Author's Notes: Prompt from fredbassett  for mmom 

There was a root stabbing him between the shoulder blades and Stephen shifted until it was pressing into the back of his arm instead, irritating but acceptable.

 

There was rain trickling down the fly of the tent and a little moisture smudged his skin when he rolled into the fabric.

 

The day had been frustrating and useless, chasing something that may not have existed at all through a damp, cold forest and finding exactly nothing. They’d overstayed as well and been forced to set up camp in the forest rather then returning to a nice warm hotel where they could have rooms to themselves and when Stephen could have wanked away the stress in peace.

 

Except his cock wasn’t taking the idea that wanking in a confined tent wasn’t a great idea. His body wanted to come, but the snuffles Nick made barely two feet away were pretty discouraging. Not that Stephen didn’t like the idea of wanking with Nick so close, it was just that he didn’t really fancy being slugged for it.

 

His cock wasn’t listening though, it was growing harder against his boxers, he bit his lip as it twitched when Nick let out as muffled grunt, stirring in his sleep. 

 

Even as he was trying to force the arousal down his hand was sliding down his body, dipping underneath his pants. He hadn’t had to wank quietly since he was seventeen but he was pretty sure he remembered how.

 

He wriggled a little in the sleeping bag, pushing his boxers down over his hip and shoving them until they ended up balled up at the bottom of the bag. Then he unzipped the bag a little, just enough so he could grasp himself easily without having to contort his arm.

 

Stephen lifted one knee, holding the fabric high so it didn’t rustle as much as he shoved hard into his fist. First rule of surreptitious wanks, do it fast, there’s less chance of getting caught if it’s over quickly. That and Stephen really didn’t have the patience for slow tonight.

 

His right hand was sliding fast down his dick, twisting at just the right moments until he had to jam his spare hand into his mouth to stop his own moans.  

 

Even in with the cold he was sweating, slickness making him slide against the plastic fabric of the sleeping bag, light sheen of moisture on his face drying chilly in the cool air.

 

His body twitched every time Nick moved in his sleep, mumbling or sighing into his pillow, perversely enjoying the fact that he could wake at any moment, but even more than that, enjoying the sleep roughened sigh of Nick’s breath that almost sounded like pleasure. 

 

And then Nick let out a long exhale that sounded fucking obscene and Stephen groped for his shirt, biting his lip for silence as he bucked into his fist, spilling himself into the relative safety of his own clothing.

 

He wiped his hand off on the shirt and balled it up between the tent wall and himself and lay back waiting for the pounding of his heart to slow. The exhaustion was catching up now, along with a strange mixture of guilt, exhilaration and smugness which he decided to leave to untangle the next day and turned over, falling asleep to the sound of Nick shifting beside him.

Comments

[merihn.livejournal.com]

I choose to believe that Nick was awake for that. Was that what you were hinting at? *grins*

Mmm... wanking in a tent, in close quarters. Nice
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