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The next 7 parts of my Prompt Table Ficlets.
Author: Nox
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Nick/Connor/Stephen
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.
Rating: M
Summary: The progression of Nick, Connor and Stephen's relationship.
004. A Summer's Night
A heat wave had hit London and the temperatures had soared.
Connor stumbled into Nick’s house, flopped onto the couch and lifted his shirt up off his stomach, fanning air into the space. He groaned, it was hot, and sticky and close and Nick’s air conditioning didn’t work, Connor didn’t want to move an inch.
Connor was about ready to write the day off as worthless when Stephen wandered out of the kitchen naked apart from a wet cloth he lay over his shoulders.
Connor sat up abruptly as Stephen smiled at him and ran the cloth over his lithe, tanned chest. He swallowed as Stephen leant against the doorway, his body angled towards him.
“Hot tonight isn’t it?” Stephen asked, body arching as he stretched against the doorway.
Connor stifled a moan as Stephen trailed the cloth across his belly and his thigh, his body turned to give Connor the perfect view. Connor twitched as Stephen’s mouth lifted in a seductive smile as the cloth moved up to his nipples, leaving wet trails that turned them into hard nubs.
Connor slid off the couch, legs shaking slightly as he walked towards Stephen. He stopped just shy of touching him as Stephen continued to trail the cloth across himself.
Connor reached out a hand to follow the path of the cloth, knuckles brushing against nipples as Stephen let out a breathy exhalation and his hand stuttered in its movement.
He leant in a little, the sweaty cloth of his clothing brushing lightly against Stephen’s over-sensitised flesh, the untucked tails of his shirt flitting against the tip of Stephen’s cock as Connor moved in and captured the next moan with his lips.
Connor kissed against Stephen’s neck as he trailed his hands down Stephen’s flanks, gripping his hips and running his thumbs in the hollows. He leant down, kissing Stephen’s chest, tasting sweat and the smell of the wet cotton. He could feel the muscles of Stephen's stomach jump as his lips trailed lower, fingers still tracing Stephen’s hips as he lowered himself to his knees.
Stephen looked down at Connor, sweaty and rumpled, dark eyes looking up at him and he groaned. God he loved summer nights.
006. Stolen Moments
They stole their moments together, in between marking tests, running classes, attending classes there was not a terrible amount of time left for them to spend together and the anomalies took up far too much of that. So spending time together always left something else pushed into the background, they’d be sitting together having dinner and Nick’s unmarked papers would be pushed onto the lounge.
Sex often meant Stephen would be up preparing for a grant application or Connor would be awake at four in the morning finishing an assignment.
And all over the top of it the massive amount of work associated with the anomalies was always hanging over them.
Every moment of every day they should have been doing something else. Pushing things to the last minute and occasionally beyond, they stole moments, hording them as their ability to push things away disappeared as the crises came.
But they could never regret the anomalies, because they, for all they frustration and pain and time consumption were what had brought them together. Nick and Stephen had been missing something before they became Nick, Stephen and Connor and they, however much they hated having to steal their moments together, could not hate what had brought them together in the first place.
020. Skating
Connor for all his occasional clumsy awkwardness could skate, before his mother had died she’d taken him out on the ice every winter, leading him as he leant to turn and race and spin.
It was what he had used to remember her, he’d go out on the ice every winter and he could almost feel her there with him, her bright smile as he landed a difficult spin, the bright green parker she had worn every winter in his memory.
His first winter with Nick and Stephen he wasn’t sure what to say, what they would think of his ritual, so he’d just gone out by himself late in the evening, when the ice was empty and they were asleep.
He’d thought he was fooling them, he’d been careful not to wake them and he thought he was quiet but he must have been wrong, because as he spun on the ice two figures flashed in his vision. As he let his arms out for balance the two figures became Stephen and Nick lacing their skates at the edge of the ring.
Connor pushed off and glided over to them, a blush heating his cheeks. Stephen was just finishing tying his skate as he stopped in front of them and he looked up at him.
“We thought we’d come and skate with you tonight.” Stephen said breezily, before standing up and reaching a hand down to help Nick.
Connor’s heart started beating again and he smiled brightly and a little wetly at Stephen and Nick. Stephen returned the smile before yanking Nick to his feet. Nick flailed, clutching at Stephen’s hand and shoulder as Stephen laughed.
Stephen pushed them both out onto the rink and Connor twisted on the ice, feet shifting easily underneath him so he was moving backwards, facing Nick. Stephen slid gracefully even as Nick floundered and clutched at his hand and Connor laughed, surprised.
“God Nick, you’re from Glasgow, how can you not know how to skate?”
Nick just scowled and then his eyes went wide as Stephen let him go and Nick windmilled for a moment before his feet went out from under him and he landed on the ice. He glared as Stephen just laughed and raced off across the rink, Connor in hot pursuit.
027. Movie Night
Movie night was something Connor had done with Tom and Duncan. Every Thursday night they’d watch a movie or one of the TV shows from their collections, they’d order pizza and sit there laughing together and discussing conspiracy theories.
But Tom was dead now and conspiracy theories held no more interest for him. Connor knew conspiracies, he was part of one and sitting alone with Duncan hurt like hell.
Connor stumbled in the front door of Nick’s house and closed it behind him, leaning against its solid bulk as a sob worked its way out of his chest. He turned his face up to the ceiling, the first tear rolling down the side of his face before the second joined it to finally plop onto his shoulder.
Connor slid down the door to sit, his knees pulled up against his chest and tears rolling down his face as he hugged himself. Sobs shook his tight frame as he buried his face in his knees and the tears soaked into his pants.
When Nick had heard the door shut he had expected Connor to come into the living room, when the sobs started in the entranceway, he had glanced at Stephen and they had gone to find him.
Stephen and Nick had sat down either side of Connor, Stephen’s arm wrapping around his shoulder and Nick’s hand resting on his knees.
Connor leant into Stephen’s comforting warmth as Nick hugged him from the other side and rubbed a hand across his back. Connor’s face was buried in Stephen’s chest as he spoke but they still understood him.
“I miss him.” Connor said, tears seeping into Stephen’s shirt. Nick closed his eyes for a moment in shared pain before squeezing Connor’s shoulder and pressing a kiss to his hair.
“We know.”
028. Dancing Under The Stars
A/N. My Muse/Beta Hawkeye is to blame for this idea…she shared the image of Connor with Woad, Pict or Druid body paint and it invaded my brain.
Nick didn’t know why they had thought the anomalies would only go to prehistory, they’d seen them go to the future so they shouldn’t have been so surprised when the next things to come through an anomaly weren’t dinosaurs but druids.
The Home Office had started to search the country for strong magnetic fields, especially ones that had appeared suddenly, so when they had found one in a forest in Wales the team had been dispatched.
They moved cautiously through the forest, Connor tracking the magnetic field, it was harder terrain then they had expected and it was getting late in the day.
The soldiers were spread around the group but they still heard them before they saw them, beats and chanting, in the direction of the anomaly.
As Nick entered the clearing the first thing that entered his mind was ‘Shit’. There was a group of twenty or thirty men wearing white robes and painted with intricate blue designs chanting, dancing and singing around the anomaly. The second thought that entered his mind was that they certainly weren’t speaking English.
That was the moment when they were noticed, all of the dancers turned towards them and bowed their heads respectfully. The soldiers raised their weapons as they moved closer but Nick hissed sideways at them.
“Don’t, we don’t want to threaten them.” They scowled but the guns were pointed back at the ground.
The man who appeared to be the leader walked towards Nick, recognizing him as being in charge. He stopped a short distance away and from his gestures appeared to welcome them. Nick smiled reassuringly.
“Hello.” The man looked a little confused but motioned for another man behind him to join them.
The new man was shorter and blond and held a bowl with paint that looked the same as was used for the designs. He nodded his head respectfully before dipping a brush into the paint and beginning to draw designs on Nick’s exposed skin. Connor and Stephen twitched beside him but he motioned for them to stay still.
The man smiled at him as he finished and then others came forward with their own bowls and started painting Stephen, Connor and the soldiers, who after a glance at Nick allowed it.
It was dark by the time they were all decorated and the moon and the stars were out and visible above the clearing as the chanting began again and the men started drawing them into the dance.
Nick watched Stephen twirl with his normal graceful skill and Connor stumble through the steps as he tried to follow the dance. The soldiers were stiff and on guard but Nick smiled as he watched his lovers dance under the stars.
But Connor picked up the steps and even the soldiers relaxed as the were drawn up in the rhythm of the voices and the dance and then everyone was smiling as the chants reached a crescendo and men all threw up their arms and then dropped to the ground.
They were all elated and breathing heavily as they men one by one picked themselves up off the ground and bowed to the group before walking through the anomaly, which closed down behind the last of them.
Connor smiled breathlessly, the designs on his face almost glowing in the moonlight.
“Well that was different.”
011. Waiting For Help
Nick leant against the bumper of the car as Stephen stuck his head under the hood and Connor hovered in the background. Stephen emerged with his face red from the heat and grease and grime streaked on his hands and lower arms. He wrinkled his nose at his hands and stepped back.
“The head gasket is blown. We’re not going anywhere without help.”
Nick sighed and glanced around the deserted road before pulling his cell phone out and turning away to call for a tow. He growled in frustration as he hung up and looked at the others.
“It’ll be at least a few hours before they can get to us.”
Stephen scowled before hoisting himself up onto the now closed bonnet; he leant back a little against the warm metal and glanced at them.
“So, what is there to do in the middle of nowhere?”
Connor’s eyes flicked up to meet him and he smiled coyly. Stephen grinned and his eyes flicked to Nick before returning to Connor and raising his eyebrow. Connor just smiled secretly.
Nick saw Connor and Stephen looking at each other and when they turned towards him he saw the look in their eyes and his stomach flipped and he shook his head at them.
“No.”
His only answer was matching mischievous grins as they moved towards him.
029. Reservation For Three
They had never gone out together, so when Nick had told them to dress up and then had hustled them into the car, Stephen and Connor didn’t know what to expect.
The dumbfounded look that crossed Connor’s face soon turned into a bright hope filled smile when they entered an upscale restaurant and Nick announced them as the Cutter party. It both made Nick smile and made his stomach clench.
He and Stephen had gone to dinner, in their early stage when they were cautiously taking the steps from friendship to relationship, but when Connor had so spectacularly fallen in their laps Nick had forgotten that people, especially ones with a low self esteem as Connor, need the public declarations.
So here they were, having dinner together in public and Nick felt the knot in his stomach come undone as Stephen took control of Connor’s menu and ordered for both of them with a fond look. It continued to fade as Connor smiled back at them and looked more comfortable then he ever had.
Nick smiled as Connor babbled and shifted, a grin occasionally filling his face. Stephen met his eyes with a soft grin as they watched Connor watch the candle flame and fiddle with his fork as he smiled.
