Title: But It's better if you do!
Chapter Title: The voice inside your head that you refuse to hear
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: Pretender– Foo Fighters
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: It had been a week since he had kissed Stephen in Cutter's office and nothing had been said since, none of them brought up the amazing mix of emotions each had pulled from the other, the excitement, fear, need, lust.
Especially for Jim who gave me a kick up the behind to get this out =]
I'm the voice inside your head that you refuse to hear
Connor hummed lightly tapping at the keys of his laptop and continually stealing snide glances at Stephen who was silently speaking with Nick. Abby cocked her eyebrow furrowing it in the centre when she caught Connor look up at Stephen for the seventh time in twenty minutes.
"You're a little nosey aren't you?" Abby commented dropping her hands against Connor's shoulder, Connor jumped the blood rushing to his cheeks when Abby spun him in the chair their eyes locked for a minute and she looked him up and down quizzically. "There only discussing that Mixosaurus's remains." She mumbled her mouth fell open softly when Connor nodded his head and flushed.
"I- uh was just...um curious you know." Connor stuttered attempting to roll back in his chair and focused on the computer screen, permanently this time no more silly little glances in Stephen's direction, but of course Abby was stronger than she looked, or Connor was just a pathetic little nerd with no strength to even spin a chair under her grip.
"You weren't interesting in them, you just wanted to watch St-"
"Abby I need your help down in the lab. Now." Nick interrupted pushing open the door and holding it open for her to pass through. A faint sigh passed her mouth when she cast her gaze down to Connor one last time a faint smirk lifted into her cheeks, Connor crinkled his face nervously chewing on the inside of his mouth.
"Coming Cutter, we can have a talk later Con." Abby chuckled removing her hands from the side of his chair and ruffling his hair playfully, almost affectionately. Before leaving the room, Nick's eyes fell against Connor for a minute a soft smile snaked against his thin pale lips, even when directed in a friendly manor Connor couldn't help but feel that it was a cheeky smile.
The room had again fallen silent, Stephen remained hunched over a pile of folders and bright yellow post it note's, his bright blue eyes skipping from paper to paper, word to word, desk to Connor, Connor to mouth, mouth back to work. He cursed loudly causing Connor to pull his eyes away from the faint blue screen and look up at Stephen. Again. Things had settled down a little more since the first time, Connor was still a stuttering nervous wreck whenever he and Stephen would talk or be left alone. But he also felt a little more relaxed around Stephen.
It had been a week since he had kissed Stephen in Cutter's office and nothing had been said since, none of them brought up the amazing mix of emotions each had pulled from the other, the excitement, fear, need, lust.
"Connor what are you doing?" Stephen asked keeping his eyes against the scattered sheets of paper littering the glass desk; Connor looked back down at his computer screen for a minute and shrugged.
"Researching about the Mixosaurus why?" Connor mumbled fluttering his fingers against the keyboard again.
"I meant later. As in after work." Stephen breathed a faint laugh evident in his voice, pale blue eyes turned back to glance in Connor's direction his eye brightening in amusement when Connor flushed nervously.
"I-uh...um don't know." Connor stuttered chewing at the side of his tongue, his gaze dropped back down to the dirty white keys of his laptop, he wasn't concentrating on his work anymore, he hadn't actually been concentration on what he was doing ever since Stephen had entered the room. It seemed the more they were apart the more Connor actually wanted to be around him. Vice versa. "Why?" He cringed inwardly.
"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink with me. Just a friendly drink no funny business I promise." Stephen chuckled moving away from the desk and closer towards Connor who nipped his lower lip and scrunched up his eyes to prevent looking upwards.
Say no, just say no, sorry I'm busy. "Yeah okay." Connor groaned loudly dropping his head to smack against the desk. Stephen looked at him sceptically for a minute before shrugging the younger's behaviour away. It wasn't that Connor didn't want to go out with Stephen because in truth he did but he knew that he shouldn't want to go. And above all Connor's mind was screaming at him, because he wanted the funny business. He missed it.
"Meet me at the green man pub at six; we can take things from there." Stephen almost smirked his tone was a low almost seductive whisper that curled against Connor's eardrum repeating itself over and over again slowly, each time getting softer and softer.
"Take what things from there? Stephen?" Connor breathed nervously his back stiffened for a minute when Stephen fell forward pressing his hands to Connor's desk and skipping his eyes down to the younger man's mouth, soft amused eyes flicked back up to rest against Connor's dark brown eyes. They fluttered for a minute and subconsciously Connor's head inched just slowly forward.
"Nothing, have you see that biopsy report, Cutter said it was over here." Stephen smirked rising his eyebrows when Connor huffed almost disappointedly.
"Oh, uh no." Connor breathed shaking his head faintly and turning his attention back to the computer screen a faint flush melted into his cheeks.
Stephen smirked snatching the paper away from Connor's working space and heading back over to his own desk, leaving the younger scientist trailing along behind him with his eyes. Connor sighed snapping down the laptop and snatching the paper he was using before leaving the room, there was no way he was ever going to finish with Stephen in the room.
(-X-)
"Here." Stephen smiled placing the pint against the table and taking his seat opposite a very flushed and nervous looking Connor.
"Thanks." Connor mumbled gingerly wrapping his fingers around the water dripping glass and pressing the rim to his lower lip, the bitter pale liquid dribbled coldly down his throat, grasping Stephen's attention in an instant, his tongue lapping at the dry skin of his mouth before gulping down a mouthful of his own.
Connor had relaxed after his fifth glass of alcohols, he no longer sat stiffly instead sat slumped back in the chair, his chest shaking with loud laughs over absolutely nothing, it helped, it helped immensely in his mind. Stephen was in a much similar position his back melted into the red padding his bright blue eyes alight with amusement. "Do you want to come back to mine for a bit?" Stephen asked grinning when Connor nodded his head.
(-X-)
"Can I kiss you?" Stephen breathed his eyes half lidded when Connor froze, his back stiffened and he unsurely nodded his head. Soft warm lips fell against his in a gently short kiss, Stephen didn't force anything into the kiss it was just soft and innocent, and Connor loved it.
Connor didn't stop Stephen when his eyes feel to a soft close and his hand wound to the back of his neck, tangling his fingers into the short locks of dark hair, his mouth again falling on top of Connor's this time rougher with more pressure, his tongue slide in with Connor's permission and again Connor and Stephen lost themselves in the wonderful mixture of need and lust, want and denial.
Soft tanned hands moved away from Connor's neck rolling up the base of the younger shirt and tapping against the warm flat skin of his stomach, a soft moan forced its way from Connor's mouth dripping sweetly into Stephen ear drums. Hot butterfly kisses fluttered themselves along Connor's jaw line and neck mumbling soft reassuring words into the Younger's ear.
They didn't need to communicate, it just seemed normal this way both bodies intoxicated with each other to care what was happening. "That's nice." Connor hummed melting his back against the soft plush surface of Stephen's sofa, the lab tech laying against him, showering his neck and throat with soft butterfly kisses.
Dark chocolate eyes opened slowly when Stephen's mouth again locked against his, brushing his tongue slowly along Connor's lower lip and awaiting the younger permission to enter, he granted meeting Stephen tongue with his own, both pairs of eyes glues themselves shut as their tongue swirled against each other, rubbing the inside of the others mouth with a variety of scorching tastes. Connor had to admit that he missed the taste of Stephens's mouth, he missed the sensation of having a hard body forced up against him, he missed it all.
"What about Abby? Won't she wonder where you are?" Stephen mumbled when they pulled away Connor looked at him briefly before shaking his head in a no, there was no way he was going to let Abby spoil this, he wasn't about to let anything get in the way at the minute nor was Stephen.
"It's fine." Connor Breathed.
"Good." Stephen sighed dropping his mouth against Connor's his finger trailing along the tender skin of Connor's chest and stomach, a soft moans continued to force themselves away from Connor's voice box, spine tingling shudder coursed down his back and his brain flooded with lust.
"That feels...amazing." Connor almost shuddered breathlessly.
"You feel amazing." Stephen groaned smashing his mouth against Connor's in a long heated kiss, wild animal like hands fell against each other's body grabbing every slab of flesh they could reach, mouths moving together in perfect sync.
