Fic: Voyuer

[noxnoctisanima]

Title: Voyuer
Author: Nox
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Nick/Stephen (Connor)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own it, not mine. No offence or liability intended
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Connor didn't mean to see, but he couldn't help but watch.
Author's Notes: Prompt from dopeydora_67 for mmom

 

Stephen was bent over Nick’s desk, fingers curled around the rough wood of the top to hold himself steady as Nick shoved untidily into him. 

It was late, really late, and Connor watched as the light from the streetlights cast shattered shadows across Stephen’s bare skin. 

The university was empty, and his footsteps had echoed in the corridor as he walked towards Cutter’s office. The door was just slightly ajar and he had pushed it open just a little until he could see inside and then he had frozen. 

His cock was pressing hard against the zipper of his trousers and he could barely breathe. 

Connor leant hard into the doorway and swallowed, trying to force moisture back into his mouth. 

Nick’s hand slid down Stephen’s hip and Connor’s own hand mimicked its movements, cock twitching in his pants as his fingertips brushed against it. His hips jerked instinctively into the touch and Connor cupped his dick, squeezing gently in time with Nick’s thrusts. 

There was a little curl of guilt and fear low in his stomach but that didn’t stop him from popping open the button of his pants and sliding down the zipper. Connor gripped the wooden support of the doorframe as he wrapped his hand around his cock, keeping himself upright as his legs trembled. 

Stephen was making fucking obscene noises into the dark wood of the desk, little beads of sweat staining the surface and Connor’s dick twitched in his hand every time he groaned. 

Connor’s wrist was starting to ache in that wonderful way and his lips were starting to hurt as he bit down on them to stop his moans from becoming audible. 

Connor’s eyes were locked on Nick’s cock as it slid between Stephen’s ass cheeks, almost blood red against the paleness of Stephen’s skin, his hand moving in time with Nick’s thrusts. 

Connor’s hips twitched as Nick’s hand released its grip on Stephen’s hip to wrap around his cock, jacking him in time with Connor’s own hand. 

Stephen came first, arching into Nick before sprawling loosely across the desk, Nick still thrusting erratically into him, pushing him further forward with every shove. 

Stephen’s groan was enough for Connor and the world went white as he fell against the door, barely holding himself upright as he twitched, hearing Nick’s hoarse triumphant cry just as he regained his feet. 

Nick was sprawled across Stephen’s back and Connor felt suddenly terrible and voyeuristic and turned away, completely missing the amused smirk Stephen sent Nick with a glance at the doorway.