Fic: Prompt Table 25-28

[noxnoctisanima]

Next four 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.

012. Standing In The Rain

It was raining, Noah bring your ark raining. Their clothes were stuck to their bodies and Connor’s hair kept flicking his nose.

 

They’d been hiking before the rain and were so far from anywhere that Nick had convinced them to stay put and wait it out.

 

Now, huddled under a tree, mud flicked up his legs from the force of the drops, Connor was cold and miserable.

 

He pressed himself closer to the trunk and flinched as a drop plopped onto his nose.

 

Stephen grinned at him and brushed a stray leaf out of his hair.

 

Connor scowled at him as he flicked his hair out of his face again.

 

“What are you smiling at? It’s pouring rain, we’re miles from anywhere, we’re wet and we’re cold, what possible reason do you have for smiling?” Connor whined before leaning his head back to rest against the tree.

 

Stephen grinned wider before leaning forward and plastering his sodden body against Connor’s.

Warmth began to spread across Connor’s chest as Stephen bent to head and his tongue flicked out to catch a raindrop that had rolled down beside Connor’s lips.

Then Stephen turned his head, pushed Connor harder into the tree trunk and claimed his lips, tasting the pure taste of the rainwater and the irresistible touch of Connor.  

Stephen pulled back and grinned again, his hard body still covering Connor’s.

 

“Because you’re hot when you’re wet.”

019. Watching The Game

Abby thought watching Nick, Connor and Stephen was like watching a game. A slightly confusing, often illogical one where she didn’t know all the rules, but a game none the less.

It was her game, what she did when she had a spare moment, watching them had become her spectator sport.

 

The first time she had seen them in public after she had found out, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it sooner.

 

They were always touching each other, but especially they were always touching Connor. It was usually something light, a hand on the shoulder or brushing across his back or arm. Then after a while the touch would linger, the hand on the shoulder would stay there or the brushed touch on the back would turn into a guiding hand. Then they would notice and for a few minutes they would make a concentrated effort not to touch and then it would all start again.

 

However it was the looks she noticed the most.

How oblivious had she been to miss them, because really. Even when discussing something work related or, no, especially when discussing something life threatening, the looks they threw each other said loud and clear, “Fuck Me”.

 

Then there were the other looks, the ones they got when on of them were injured. The pain and fear in those looks, when they wanted nothing more then to hold each other, was heartbreaking.

 

She’ll keep watching them though because their love, their pain, their fear is her own personal spectator sport, and she needs to live her life a little vicariously at the moment. 

025. Picnic In The Park

Connor was sprawling. There was no other word for it, his long legs were splayed across the rug and his upper body was propped up on his elbows. Connor was staring at the clouds and occasionally blurting out a random word like rabbit, car or Archaeopteryx.  

 

Stephen was trailing a finger through a patch of dirt off the edge of the rug and watching as a line of ants chased the remains of their lunch. He idly dropped a leaf in their path and watched the two way stream bulge out from the disruption. 

 

Nick was watching them as he chewed lazily on a grape, his toes tucked under Stephen’s leg.

 

Nick smiled as Connor followed Shark with Pterodactyl and Stephen held his finger close to his face to watch the ant crawling on it.

 

He moved forward, kneeling over Stephen’s legs and let his weight collapse Connor into the rug.

 

Connor let out a little ‘oof’ and smiled at him.

 

“You’re in the way of the clouds.” Nick grinned down at him before dropping a quick kiss onto his lips and rolling off to lie beside him.

 

Stephen shifted down at their feet until he was lying on the other side of Connor.

 

Nick pointed his finger at a cloud.

 

“Sheep.”

 

Stephen raised an eyebrow archly at him across Connor.

 

“Nick, they all look like sheep.”

 

Connor laughed brightly and they just lay there on their picnic rug and argued about the clouds.

 016. Watching The Clock

Nick glanced up at the clock again. It was thirty seconds past the last time he looked. It was a meeting, a boring Home Office meeting where the officials discussed how to keep the anomalies secret and he had no use. It was also a meeting in which Connor and Stephen, sitting across the table from him appeared to be playing footsie.

 

Stephen seemed to be sitting crooked now and Connor was going red and Nick shifted in his seat and glanced at the clock again. Too-Freaking-Long-O’clock.

 

Nick tried to turn his attention back to the conversation as Connor shot Stephen an offended glare and Stephen grinned unrepentantly and shifted. A moment later Connor shivered and his eyes slid shut for a brief period.

 

Nick pulled his shirt down over his groin and glanced at the clock again and almost growled in frustration. It seemed a hard on didn’t speed up time any faster then impatience.

 

The meeting kept going and no one seemed to notice that Nick was trying desperately not to watch Connor and Stephen who were desperately trying to look innocent as Stephen twisted towards Connor and Connor turned an impressive shade of red while fidgeting in his chair. 

 

Nick stared up at the clock and prayed like hell to develop superpowers that would allow him to speed up time. He shifted in his seat again as Stephen’s hand surreptitiously disappeared under the table and Connor’s eyes widened and he choked on his own breath. 

 

Connor shot another angry look at Stephen who grinned as the muscles of his arm bunched and Connor’s eyelids fluttered. Nick barely bit off a whimper.

 

Then there was a hand in his face and he startled as he realized the meeting was over. He slung his jacket over his arm and held it in front of his body as he stood up to farewell the officials. He scowled as he watched Stephen blithely shake hands with the men and woman as Connor stood, impatient and awkward at his side.

 

Nick sidled over to them as the room cleared and leant close to whisper in Stephen’s ear.

 

“Home, now.”

 

Stephen just smirked and his hand ghosted over Nick’s crutch as he moved past him to the doorway. He looked back to them and gestured at the clock.

 

“Not time yet Nick.”

 

Nick just growled.