Fic: Primeval: Unexpected Presents
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bigtitchTitle: Unexpected Presents
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bigtitch
Characters: Cutter/Stephen
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Word count: 600
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: Forreggietate's birthday. Happy Birthday sweetie.
Cutter didn't know who had bought him it but he considered that he had got the booby-prize in the ARC's Secret Santa that year. There were strict rules - nothing about £10, bonus points for something completely inappropriate. He had joined in the laughter at Lester being given a 'Portsmouth Sinfonia plays the Popular Classics' CD, and Jenny's DVD of 'Wayne Rooney's Greatest Goals', but his laughter had become forced when he was given a pot of chocolate body-paint and a paintbrush.
He kept it on his desk for a while after Christmas, but it disappeared a few days after New Year. He wondered if one of the cleaners had taken it, but decided it was too much effort and noise to find out, and besides, he didn't want to be seen to be too keen to retrieve a sex-toy. he did worry that one of the special forces' guys had taken it for some evil plan, but as the month wore on it became clear that any possible evil plan didn't include him.
Then one Sunday he woke up to a strange, tickly wet feeling on his back. He muzzily pulled his head up from where he'd been drooling into the pillow to find Stephen kneeling over him with a paint brush in one hand and a familiar-looking pot in another.
"What? What are you doing?"
"I though we'd play noughts and crosses," Stephen said as though this was the most normal thing in the world.
"Are you insane?"
"No, I just got bored with waiting for you to wake up. Now face down and keep still."
Cutter turned over as he was told. At least he knew what had happened to his present.
"Do you want to be noughts or crosses?" Stephen asked, continuing to paint his back.
"Er, crosses." Cutter was struggling to keep up.
"OK. I go first. Centre square. Your turn."
"Stephen! OK - top right."
Cutter felt his move being painted on his skin.
"Top centre," Stephen said.
Cutter tried to visualise the game, which was not easy when his cock was starting to take an interest in the proceedings.
"Bottom centre."
"Ooh! Nice one!" Stephen planted a kiss in the centre of Cutter's buttocks. "Top left."
"Bottom left."
"Hah! Bottom right! I win!" Stephen crowed.
"Great. Congratulations. What do I get?"
"The consolation prize," Stephen said starting to lick the chocolate off Cutter's back.
It was a slow, lingering process and Cutter soon found himself enjoying this far more than he had ever enjoyed a game of noughts and crosses before. He became more and more aroused by the tickling heat of Stephen's careful licks. He backed up from his prone position and gasped as Stephen's hand came round and grasped his cock.
Stephen kept up a slow but firm rhythm that soon had Cutter gasping in need. He could only gasp and moan as the dual sensations of tongue and hand drove him relentlessly towards orgasm.
He felt the wave coming as though from his feet. It built and built and then crashed over him as he came crying Stephen's name and spurting into the bedsheet.
He came round from it face down with Stephen lying on top of him.
They shifted to a more comfortable position.
"You've got chocolate on your chest," Cutter observed.
"You've got come on yours," Stephen said smiling.
"Well now," Cutter moved closer to his lover. "What are we going to do about that?"
"Let's improvise!"
The End
Oh - and just for a bonus - this is an example of why Lester would not have been too pleased to get a Portsmouth Sinfonia CD.
Author:
bigtitchCharacters: Cutter/Stephen
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Word count: 600
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: For
reggietate's birthday. Happy Birthday sweetie.Cutter didn't know who had bought him it but he considered that he had got the booby-prize in the ARC's Secret Santa that year. There were strict rules - nothing about £10, bonus points for something completely inappropriate. He had joined in the laughter at Lester being given a 'Portsmouth Sinfonia plays the Popular Classics' CD, and Jenny's DVD of 'Wayne Rooney's Greatest Goals', but his laughter had become forced when he was given a pot of chocolate body-paint and a paintbrush.
He kept it on his desk for a while after Christmas, but it disappeared a few days after New Year. He wondered if one of the cleaners had taken it, but decided it was too much effort and noise to find out, and besides, he didn't want to be seen to be too keen to retrieve a sex-toy. he did worry that one of the special forces' guys had taken it for some evil plan, but as the month wore on it became clear that any possible evil plan didn't include him.
Then one Sunday he woke up to a strange, tickly wet feeling on his back. He muzzily pulled his head up from where he'd been drooling into the pillow to find Stephen kneeling over him with a paint brush in one hand and a familiar-looking pot in another.
"What? What are you doing?"
"I though we'd play noughts and crosses," Stephen said as though this was the most normal thing in the world.
"Are you insane?"
"No, I just got bored with waiting for you to wake up. Now face down and keep still."
Cutter turned over as he was told. At least he knew what had happened to his present.
"Do you want to be noughts or crosses?" Stephen asked, continuing to paint his back.
"Er, crosses." Cutter was struggling to keep up.
"OK. I go first. Centre square. Your turn."
"Stephen! OK - top right."
Cutter felt his move being painted on his skin.
"Top centre," Stephen said.
Cutter tried to visualise the game, which was not easy when his cock was starting to take an interest in the proceedings.
"Bottom centre."
"Ooh! Nice one!" Stephen planted a kiss in the centre of Cutter's buttocks. "Top left."
"Bottom left."
"Hah! Bottom right! I win!" Stephen crowed.
"Great. Congratulations. What do I get?"
"The consolation prize," Stephen said starting to lick the chocolate off Cutter's back.
It was a slow, lingering process and Cutter soon found himself enjoying this far more than he had ever enjoyed a game of noughts and crosses before. He became more and more aroused by the tickling heat of Stephen's careful licks. He backed up from his prone position and gasped as Stephen's hand came round and grasped his cock.
Stephen kept up a slow but firm rhythm that soon had Cutter gasping in need. He could only gasp and moan as the dual sensations of tongue and hand drove him relentlessly towards orgasm.
He felt the wave coming as though from his feet. It built and built and then crashed over him as he came crying Stephen's name and spurting into the bedsheet.
He came round from it face down with Stephen lying on top of him.
They shifted to a more comfortable position.
"You've got chocolate on your chest," Cutter observed.
"You've got come on yours," Stephen said smiling.
"Well now," Cutter moved closer to his lover. "What are we going to do about that?"
"Let's improvise!"
The End
Oh - and just for a bonus - this is an example of why Lester would not have been too pleased to get a Portsmouth Sinfonia CD.
