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Here are the first 6 of my Prompt Table fics for the challenge for which I claimed Nick/Connor/Stephen.
The first two are based on my Nick/Connor/Stephen fic that started all this, Beginnings.
Author: Nox
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Nick/Connor/Stephen
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The progression of Nick, Connor and Stephen's relationship.
The first two are based on my Nick/Connor/Stephen fic that started all this, Beginnings.
Author: Nox
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Nick/Connor/Stephen
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The progression of Nick, Connor and Stephen's relationship.
001. First Kiss
Nick had had him flush against the wall, spine pressed into the wood and head thrown back as Nick kissed his throat.
Then Connor had walked in, slamming the door behind him and had frozen at the sight. Nick had looked at him, desire evident in his grin and Stephen had smiled back and pushed off the wall. Connor still hadn’t moved as Stephen walked towards him and still didn’t move as Stephen slipped a hand against his neck to cup his jaw.
Connor had just shivered as Stephen turned his face up to meet his own. Stephen had paused for a moment, giving Connor the chance to pull away, Connor had just looked up at him, pupils dilated and Stephen had grinned and leant in, plucking at Connor’s lip with his before flicking his tongue into that warm mouth. He was met with a hesitant touch of tongue against his as Connor’s mouth opened beneath him.
Stephen flicked his tongue up against Connor’s palate and Connor groaned into his mouth, low and gasping and Stephen pulled away.
Nick was watching the first time Stephen kissed Connor.
Nick had had him flush against the wall, spine pressed into the wood and head thrown back as Nick kissed his throat.
Then Connor had walked in, slamming the door behind him and had frozen at the sight. Nick had looked at him, desire evident in his grin and Stephen had smiled back and pushed off the wall. Connor still hadn’t moved as Stephen walked towards him and still didn’t move as Stephen slipped a hand against his neck to cup his jaw.
Connor had just shivered as Stephen turned his face up to meet his own. Stephen had paused for a moment, giving Connor the chance to pull away, Connor had just looked up at him, pupils dilated and Stephen had grinned and leant in, plucking at Connor’s lip with his before flicking his tongue into that warm mouth. He was met with a hesitant touch of tongue against his as Connor’s mouth opened beneath him.
Stephen flicked his tongue up against Connor’s palate and Connor groaned into his mouth, low and gasping and Stephen pulled away.
Stephen was watching the first time Nick kissed Connor.
Stephen had just pulled back and Connor’s mouth was pink and flushed and wet and Nick threaded his fingers through the long brown strands of Connor’s hair and pulled his mouth against his own.
The press of lips was hard and demanding and Nick smiled into the kiss as Connor's mouth fell open easily under the pressure. Nick’s free hand slid down Connor’s side to grip at his hip, pulling him closer as Stephen moved behind Connor and grinned at Nick over his shoulder.
Connor bucked into Nick as Stephen’s tongue flicked against his neck and Nick tightened his hold on his hip as he finally pulled their mouths apart and groaned.
026. Waiting and Hoping
Connor woke slowly, the remembrance of the night before appearing as he slowly rose to full awareness and he smiled internally. The aches burning in his muscles and the sharp sting of the possessive bite on his hip fell better then anything.
Connor began to open his eyes and then froze, last night, he paused for a moment with an internal shiver, last night had been Nick and Stephen’s idea but no promises had been made, Connor had no idea what would happen when he opened his eyes.
Would they be finished with him, throwing him out as soon as he woke? Would it be comfortable but not repeated? Or would, please god, they ask him to stay? Connor hoped like hell for the last option but knew he had very little chance.
He opened his eyes and immediately felt lips press against his own and sighed into Nick’s kiss. He felt another body press against his back and grinned at Nick as he pulled away.
Connor turned his head and captured Stephen’s mouth in a light kiss as Nick trailed fingers down his side. Stephen grinned as they broke for air and fluttered his eyelashes at Nick.
“Can I keep him?”
Connor beamed as Nick leant over him to kiss Stephen, fingers still stroking his chest.
017. Cuddling
Stephen had always watched Connor, a little covertly, from the first time he saw him. There was just something about his open eyes and bright smile that made Stephen want to pin him to a bed. He also didn’t fail to notice the glances Nick would throw at Connor as he was curled over a computer screen, face lit but he glow.
Stephen had always imagined that Connor would be all bright energy, moving from one thing to the other, finger tips always skimming, lips always moving.
Stephen had imagined he would never be quiet, half words and gasps always spilling from his lips as he arched and shivered.
Stephen had imagined he would be awkward at first, not knowing where to touch, hesitant and light when he did, allowing Nick and himself to guide him.
What Stephen had never imagined was the feeling of Connor cuddling up against him, arm thrown over his shoulders and legs between his as he slept.
013. Staying Up Late
Nick leant back in his chair, bandaged foot up on the table as he glanced at his watch. Two am. They should have been back by now, he frowned.
He had sprained his ankle as they sloshed through the mud at the latest anomaly site and had been sent home, with much protestation, but Stephen promised to get Connor and himself home by midnight so he had conceded. And now they were late.
He willed the tight clenching in his gut to cease as the told himself they were just late. He glanced at his phone again as if expecting a missed call to suddenly appear.
A jingle of keys and Connor’s lighthearted laugh sounded on the front step as the door unlocked and Nick flung himself out of the chair, carefully balanced on his good ankle and hobbled towards the door.
Dried mud flaked over the floor as he grasped at Steven’s jacket, hands sliding across his chest and arms checking for injuries. He then moved to Connor who grinned and pressed into the questing hands as Stephen helped him shove Nick inside and close the door.
Nick sighed in relief as he leant against Stephen, then his eyes narrowed and he stood up straight.
“You’re two hours late.” Stephen looked at Connor who started laughing.
“Nick I know it was muddy out there, but do you really think we both got this covered just walking through it?”
Nick finally took in their appearances properly, both men were covered in black mud, most dry but with the occasional sticky wet patch where it had been thicker, it was in their hair and on their faces and absolutely coated all of their clothing.
Connor noted Nick’s dawning understanding and helpfully supplied.
“We got bogged. It took us almost two hours to dig the car out.”
Nick shook his head and laughed before looking them both up and down and gesturing up the bathroom.
“Shower, now.”
Stephen leant in and kissed him before handing him the crutches that had been left leaning against the wall when Nick had come inside.
“You should go to bed, it’s late. We’ll join you when we’re clean.”
Nick smiled and watched his two mud streaked lovers fight over the first shower before hobbling into the bedroom.
003. Singing Along With The Radio
Connor always sang along to the radio, whenever there was music playing it was impossible for him to be quiet. Both Nick and Stephen had noted this and it become a bit of a competition between the two of them as to who could distract him from his singing the most and for the longest.
Nick was winning at the moment after a conversation about the habits of one of the latest creatures they had come across had kept Connor occupied for ten minutes. Before that Stephen had been first after turning him non verbal for 5 minutes with a shoulder rub.
They decided it was a draw when between them they’d kept Connor distracted for a full two hours with the latest hits playing in the background.
007. A Stolen Kiss
They were always so careful in public, making sure not to touch too long or stand too close, so any kisses they had were secret, stolen.
The kiss Nick had given Stephen as he lay in the grass, gloriously alive after being thrown aside by a creature, Connor’s eyes furiously darting around keeping watch for the others.
The kiss Stephen had given to Nick, cheeky and teasing behind a tree in the forest before pulling away and walking off smirking.
The kiss Connor had given Nick, exuberant and elated from discovery, it was quick and shallow, shielded by the bulk of the car.
The kiss Nick had given to Connor, alone in the corridor, desperate and clutching when for a few short hours they thought they had lost Stephen.
The kisses Connor pecked on Stephen’s cheek whenever the others turned their backs, light and affectionate.
The kiss Stephen gave Connor the first time he feared for his life, Connor shaking in his arms as Nick held them both.
Stolen moments and secret kisses that they held onto as one of them fell apart where they couldn’t touch or were taken to a hospital where they weren’t the next of kin.