Title: But It's better if you do!
Chapter Title: Am I who you think about in bed?
Author: Desperate For Attention
Beta Reader: N.A
For: Whoever wants to read my crap
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Stephen Hart and Connor Temple
Warning: Real bad spelling, and poor Grammar.
Title song: lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off – Panic at the Disco
Disclaimer: All Character mentioned in this fic are sold property of Adrian Hodges and Tim Haines I can only dream of being the original owner. Nor do I own any of the songs mentioned throughout the fic.
Summary: "ever thought that maybe I wanted to kiss you? That maybe I was going through the same thing last night, your name over and over again, this morning your voice buzzing in my head? Because trust me I do understand how you feel"


Am I who you think about in bed?

Connor just couldn't look at him- he refused to meet with Stephen's eyes at all cost, he couldn't meet his eyes because when he did it all just came flooding back to him like a bad dream, the feeling of Stephen pressed so dominantly against him, the taste of the lab techs mouth, the texture of the man's tongue, it had been on his mind all night and the minute he opened the car door to find Stephen stood there a faint smile pulled at his oh so perfect mouth. Connor's life was a broken record at the minute and was fixed on the exact moment in time that Stephen's lips had touched his.

It would have been better if maybe Connor had been drunk, or even if Stephen was drunk one of them would have at least had a vague memory of the whole incident but they wasn't, both of them knew exactly what had happened the night before, what they had felt between each other, the lust, need, sensations that Connor had never felt through his entire dating career which was not the longest list he had ever been asked to write. His collection of star wars action figure's that was a long list; his love life was down on the lowest of low.

"Morning," Stephen mumbled pressing his hands against Connor's workspace.

Nick's attention snapped to them in an instant, he didn't look up or indicate any movement to show that he was listening, his eyes lifted away from the document for a minute sweeping over the nervous tint against Connor's cheeks and the determined scowl painted across Stephen's. Connor gulped dropping his fingers against the laptops keys again, his head nodded in greeting but nothing was said when his teeth sunk into his lower lip.

"For god sake, Connor, just look at me, please." Stephen hissed his voice a low whisper. His eyes looked over at Cutter who appeared to be too busy with his current work to notice them. "It happened Connor get over it."

"I've nearly done that report you wanted professor." Connor mumbled still keeping his eyes from Stephen and turning his full attention to Nick who looked up from the file and smiled in his direction, Stephen cursed under his breath before slamming his hands against the desk causing Connor to jump and Nick turn his attention to Stephen.

"Something wrong Stephen?" Nick asked folding his hands across his chest and resting them onto the table, a quirky smile curved into his mouth when Stephen glanced to Connor who had turned back to his laptop screen before shaking his head.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"You sure, you seem a little, flustered."Nick stated before shrugging his shoulders and dropping his gaze back onto the sheet of paper.

"Connor; I just..."

"Fine, just not now okay. Let me finish this and we can talk." Connor sighed defeatidly his eyes glancing towards Stephen momentarily before falling back to his work, Nick's lips pulled into a firm smirk and Stephen released a satisfied sigh before taking his hand away from the desk and straightening out his back.

"Where can we talk?" Stephen continued his voice a low whisper.

"For god sake Stephen, please just leave me alone I'll talk to you when I'm done, just go, please." Connor's voice had risen above a whisper and he looked to Stephen his eyes pleading with the older man to leave, it wasn't that he didn't want to talk to Stephen; he wanted to understand the intention behind last night's actions but he couldn't even look at him never mind talk to him at the minute.

"Connor, calm down, Stephen why don't you go and assist Abby in the lab, leave Connor to finish off his work." Nick mumbled causing Stephen to sigh and nod his head, his light blue eyes dipped in Connor's direction before pushing himself out of the room, Connor released the breath he didn't realise he was holding in and covered his eyes with his hands. "You okay there Connor?"

"What? Uh yeah I'm just a little tired." Connor smiled breathing deeply before tapping the end of his slender fingers against the keys again, his tapping becoming slower and slower as his mind began to focus on other things, other people and more important things than how many words he could write about the possibilities of the anomalies'.

"Why don't you just go outside and take a breather, you can't work like that Connor just go and take a break." Nick suggested causing Connor to almost cringe he knew the minute he stepped out of those doors Stephen would collar him into a conversation.

"Thanks professor and everything but..."

"I won't take no for an answer Connor."

"But..." Connor groaned out his teeth sinking back into the comfort of his lower lip and a sigh heaved from his chest and pushed away from the chair, the top of his laptop snapped with a gently click and he moved slowly over to the door. "You know if I didn't know better I'd think you wanted me to go out there just for Stephen's sake." Connor mumbled more to himself than Nick before pushing out of the door.

(-X-)

Stephen sighed leaning back in Cutter's office chair, his eyes had fallen closed and the heels of his shoes had propped against the desk, Nick would not have approved of this. He shifted when the door clicked open and his eyes opened to show Connor stood there his back to Stephen, fiddling with the door handle before turning on his heels and locking eyes with the older man, his cheeks tinged a soft shade of pink causing Stephen to smirk and take his feet from the desk.

"Well you're looking at me, that's a start I guess." Stephen mused; the smirk slid away from his face to be replaced by a soft reassuring smile.

"I thought you were helping Abby in the lab." Connor almost squeaked which only caused Stephen to smile wider an almost predatory glint rested in his iris, Connor did manage to pick up on that.

"Just relax Connor; I'm not going to attack you or anything. I just want to talk to you. Why won't you even look at me?" Stephen mumbled watching as Connor heaved a deep breath and taking the seat opposite Cutter's desk, a seat he had become accustomed to in his line of work.

"You are all I have been thinking about, Stephen this, Stephen that, you're all I was thinking about when I went to bed last night the way you felt, smelt, tasted, looked everything. I just take one look at you and it's like being stood in that street with you again. You kissed me Stephen you can't expect me to just forget about that like it never happened. As much as I want to it's all I seem to be thinking about then when I try and distract myself with work you just barge in like you own the place demanding for me to talk to you like some sort of dog, as if I was just going to jump at the chance, I'm not going to Stephen, but I can't just forget something like that, your; suppose to be my friend, friends do not kiss each other like that!" Connor hissed his breathing became heavy and the smile on Stephen's face slipped into a dull expressionless facade.

"I never said you had to forget it Connor, ever thought that maybe I wanted to kiss you? That maybe I was going through the same thing last night, your name over and over again, this morning your voice buzzing in my head? Because trust me I do understand how you feel but I'm a grown-up Connor and like a grown-up I like to sort my problems out by talking about them instead of avoiding the situation in hope of it just going away." Stephen pushed his hands fell against the table and his brow knitted together in frustration.

"What possible reason would you have to want to kiss me? Do I look female to you, or is it because I'm pretty much an easy target for anyone to pick off? Because I'm obviously a bad judge of character you only have to look at Caroline to see that." Connor mumbled his confidence had fallen a bit and Stephen noticed it almost immediately the way Connor's eyes had become painted with nerves and his voice dropped to be just below a whisper.

"I don't know why I wanted to kiss you Connor. I don't know I don't have any of the answers you're looking for at the minute and neither do you. All I know is that for some reason I can't seem to stop thinking about you, last night I had to kiss you, wasn't as if you were fighting me off either." Stephen commented pulling the blood onto Connor's cheeks and his fingers began to nock into each other.

"I have to get back to the professor." Connor whispered his voice barely audible to himself never mind to Stephen who seemed to jump to attention quickly moving out of the chair and curling his fingers to Connor's wrist.

"Connor, don't act like this." Stephen mumbled releasing the younger man's wrist and moving his hand up to touch the tips of his fingers to the side of Connor's face, Connor flinched.

"Stephen, don't." Connor whispered his teeth sinking into his lower lip when Stephen leaned in closer, his eyes flicking to Connor's lips before resting again at his eyes. Connor swallowed the lump in his throat and licked at his pale dry lips. "No." Connor breathed louder than before his hand reaching round to grasp the door handle, Stephen sighed removing his hand from the skin of Connor's face only to have his wrist captured and Connor's mouth pushed roughly against his.

Unlike Connor, Stephen did react, he reacted immediately his hand snaking round the back of Connor's neck forcing their mouth harder against each other, and his tongue forcing entry into the younger's mouth.

Connor's eyes shot open and he pulled away quickly the wrist Connor was still holding tightly fell down to Stephen's side, and Connor flushed a deep crimson. He didn't say anything, he couldn't there was nothing he could say that would make the situation any different from what it was, he'd kissed Stephen, again out of what impulse, curiosity, lust, need, want?

"I have to get back to the professor." Connor breathed swallowing another lump in his throat before pushing down the handle and slipping out of the room, his back pushed against the door momentarily as his fingers touched the ends of his mouth.

Slow shaky breaths passed through his lungs and the heat soared straight to his usual pale cheeks, what was happening all of the sudden why was he suddenly feeling so in the dark, so differently towards his team mates? What possible explanation was needed to fill in the blanks of his life at the minute? Why did it all have to suddenly become so complicated?