Fic: Wet

[noxnoctisanima]

Title: Wet
Author: Nox
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Nick/(Stephen)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own it, not mine. No offence or liability intended
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Nick thinks of a soggy Stephen
Author's Notes: Prompt from telperion_15 for mmom

Nick shivered under the warm shower, he was cold enough that it burned hot streaks down his skin as he pressed back into the stream.

 

He flexed his muscles as they unfroze, rubbing away the cramps and slowly stilling as the shivers stopped.

 

He hated being out in the field in the winter, it was bitterly cold lately and the rain hadn’t helped. Wet weather gear was all well and good but there was only so much rain it could keep out and after a while little trickles of freezing cold water started working their way down Nick’s shoulders and back.

 

Connor’s hat was finally useful for once, as he was the only one whose hair wasn’t dripping wet, Nick had put a hat down over his already soggy hair and hoped there weren’t actually icicles forming on his ears. Stephen had just wandered around looking vaguely like a wet model at a photo shoot.

 

Stephen had always been oblivious to the cold and he’d just wandered around with his jacket slightly open. Nick couldn’t help but watch the small trickles of water that slid down his neck.

 

As his body heated up Nick couldn’t help but run his hand down his cock, the only reason he hadn’t been hard for hours was because all his blood had been occupied elsewhere at the time. But now he was warm, comfortable and fucking hard.

 

Nick cupped his balls, slipping his fingers around them and shuddered, he’d been turned on for too long to want this to last.

 

Stephen’s hair had been even darker wet and framed his face dripping water. His hands were slick-wet and they were drawing Nick’s attention even more.

 

Nick struggled to breathe through the steam as he threw his head back, water lubricating the almost frantic movement of his hand on his cock.   

 

Stephen’s clothes always clung to him when he was wet, moulded around all the long muscles of his legs and chest and Nick could barely look away.

 

Nick was panting now, his leg cramping a little from the position and his hips jerking forward in time with his hand.

 

It only took another few strokes and Nick came, head pressed back against the tiles, shower spraying into his face and the image of the way Stephen’s wet shirt clung to his chest in his mind.