Fic: Prompt Table Ficlets, 7-12

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Numbers 7-12 of the Nick/Connor/Stephen prompts. I'm powering through.  

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.

009. Sleeping In

Stephen wasn’t sure when sleeping in became part of their regular Sunday mornings. They’d lay curled up together until ten or eleven in the morning, sometimes asleep, sometimes just lying there enjoying the warmth of three bodies and the closeness.

 

Stephen was never one to sleep in, so he’s wake up sometimes hours before the others and just lie there watching as Nick stirred in his sleep or Connor mumbled at the light and burrowed deeper into the pillow.

 

And then he’d get bored and he’s start his Sunday morning game, seeing what he could do to Nick or Connor before they’d wake. He’d start light, dragging his fingers over whoever was closest which this morning was Connor.

 

His fingers lightly touched Connor’s shoulder, running along the lines of the newly acquired muscles before stroking up his neck and along the curve of his ear.

 

Connor mumbled something incoherent into the pillow but didn’t wake.

 

Stephen smiled and leant down, gently kissing up Connor’s neck to his earlobe and teasing it with his tongue.

 

Connor twitched and stirred a little but as Stephen pulled back he settled back into sleep.

 

A wicked grin crossed Stephen’s face as he lent back down and kissed Connor’s neck again, this time with his tongue flicking out tasting the slightly sweaty flesh. As Connor still didn’t wake Stephen bit down lightly, and sucked softly on the skin.

 

Connor moaned breathily and turned towards Stephen as he released his neck. He looked up at Stephen a little sleepily before kissing him.

 

“You woke me up.” He accused, Stephen just grinned at him unrepentantly and flicked his eyes over at Nick.

 

“Nick’s still asleep.” Connor grinned and together they flung themselves sideways onto Nick who yelped and fell out of bed.

 

Nick woke up on the floor with Connor and Stephen above him laughing uproariously.      

023. Dinner For Three

In the early days, just as Nick and Stephen was becoming Nick, Stephen and Connor strange things showed the adjustment.

 

Nick could not cook, he burned things, hard things, simple things, Nick was the reason take-out was invented. Stephen wasn’t much better so whenever they were together dinner was take-out. Chinese, Italian, Thai, Mexican, Nick had take-out menus from every place that delivered within a 20 minute radius.

 

The first time Connor had joined them Nick had ordered and so used to ordering just for himself and Stephen he only ordered enough for two.

The look of hurt on Connor’s face as they lay out the food was obvious and Nick’s stomach clenched. He quickly assured him that he’d ordered for two because he wasn’t very hungry. Connor had given him a disbelieving look and Nick had eaten what Stephen and Connor left.

 

Later that night Nick woke up with his stomach rumbling and extraditing himself from the knot of arms and legs on the bed wandered down to the kitchen.

 

That’s how where Connor found him, five minutes later staring at the scrambled eggs in the saucepan which were stubbornly refusing to scramble.

 

Connor had laughed at him and grabbed the spatula out of his hand, scraping the egg mess into the trash before pulling fresh eggs from the fridge. 

 

Connor smiled and kissed him as he finished the eggs and pushed his plate away a little sheepishly.

 

“Next time just remember to order dinner for three.”

018. Making The Bed

Nick liked to have the bed made, so it became Stephen’s and Connor’s newest game to make him mess it up again, as soon after it was made as possible.

 

It took Nick almost two weeks to figure out that it was the mornings when he managed to make the bed that Connor or Stephen would start running their hands up his chest, or kiss him, pressing their bodies against his. They’d trail their fingers over his shoulders and onto his chest, flicking at the buttons and at his nipples through the cotton. Connor would kiss him in that breathtakingly eager way he had and Nick would melt. He could so rarely resist and by the time they had climbed back out of bed and cleaned up they were usually late and he didn’t have time to make the bed again.

 

He figured he’d play their game and so he had started to make the bed on the mornings when they really didn’t have time, but two missed classes and a morning faculty meeting convinced him not to try again.  

002. Meeting The Family

Coming out to Abby was almost as nerve-racking as meeting the family. Which they thanked god none of them had to do, seeing as the only family they had was Stephen’s distant cousin and Connor’s interfering aunt who he was glad to keep as far out of his life as possible. 

 

Telling Abby wasn’t something they had been planning to do but Connor was spending almost every night with them and she was really starting to ask questions. She had started by making subtle inquisitions about a girlfriend but when Connor hadn’t confirmed it she had gotten curious.

 

That curiosity was why Connor was standing on her doorstep with Nick and Stephen, stomach clenching in fear. Stephen squeezed his shoulder as he raised his hand to unlock the door.

 

Abby was on the couch when Connor got to the top of the stairs and she looked surprised as Nick and Stephen followed him up. She frowned as he stopped walking and just stood in the middle of the room.

 

Connor swallowed heavily as he shifted under Abby’s curious gaze. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his courage.

 

“Uh Abby, you asked me where I go every night and I said I don’t have a girlfriend.” Connor paused and Abby nodded, confused gaze flicking over Nick and Stephen as they came up to stand either side of Connor in support.

 

“Well I don’t…have a girlfriend that is…but I have.” He paused before blurting it out quickly. “I have Nick and Stephen.”

 

Abby stared at them silently for a few long moments in which Connor’s heart froze and his stomach dropped.

 

She glanced at Stephen and then at Nick before breaking out in an amused smile. She looked at Nick before speaking.

 

“Allison I presume?”

 

Stephen blushed and Connor laughed, partly in pure relief and partly at the confused look on Nick’s face.

021. Making Dinner

After Nick had found out Connor could cook eggs he started pestering him for other things. Could he cook pasta? Yes. How about a good steak? Yes. What about stir-fry? Yes.

Being the only one in the house who could cook Connor had been appointed official chef and making dinner became his chore.

 

It worked out though, Connor would sit back and watch as Nick and Stephen washed the dishes and did the washing and vacuumed and they started eating something that wasn’t from a carton.

 

He’d had to ban them from the kitchen thought, Nick picked at the ingredients, eating dry noodles and uncooked veggies until shooed out and Stephen either just found Connor in an apron irresistibly sexy or he just liked to see how often he could distract him. He’d run out of or burnt more than a few ingredients before he’d learnt to ban them both while he was cooking.    

 

Connor had never really enjoyed cooking, it was a chore, not his least favorite but not really something he’d liked. But cooking for Nick and Stephen as they reached around him to steal peas or squeeze his ass was something he could get used to.

005. First Glance

It had been lust at first glance for Stephen, when he had glanced over his shoulder as he and Nick walked to the office to see the man trip over himself as he spoke to them.

 

That first glance showed him Connor’s wavy brown hair that Stephen knew now was a soft as it looked and just as he’s imagined in that first moment just as fun to tangle his fingers in and tug Connor’s head back to expose his neck.

 

That first glance had shown him Connor’s lithe body, long and lightly muscled that Stephen loved to have wrapped around his own, or to watch wrapped around Nick.

 

That first glance had shown him Connor's boundless energy and enthusiasm, even after running after them and falling over Connor was still bright and energetic. A quality Stephen rather enjoyed when that energy and enthusiasm was focused on him.

 

That first glance showed him Connor’s blatant disregard for societies’ norms, a quality for which he thanks god every day.  

 

Nick’s impression of Connor on first glance was of another irritating student who wanted his attention and was to be sent as far away as possible.

 

It was the second glance that caught Nick as he looked back and saw Connor smile.