Title: Rules
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing/Character: Lester/Connor
Rating: K+
Warnings: Slash
Time Frame: Season 3
Author's Notes: Okay so this is a challenge from Tabby of Spike and Tabby, yes I am Tabby. She wanted me to do a Lester/Connor entitled 'Rules' so here it is.
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"Fine, you can stay with me," Lester sighed giving into Connor's puppy dog face. "But there will be rules."
"Okay, like what?" Connor asked.
"I'll email you the complete list later. Right now I have to go settle a phone call with Christine Johnson," He sighed. "That women can make G-Rexes hide its tail and cower just by looking at it the wrong way."
"Can't you just tell me them now?" he asked.
"It would take entirely too long and I just don't have that much time to waste," Lester smirked, before going off to his office.
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Connor checked his email alter that day and sighed when he opened the attachment from Lester's email. The list was two and a half pages long in Word and at the end of them all in bold, underlined letters was: FAILURE TO FOLLOW THESE RULES WITH RESULT IN PUNISHMENT SEEN FIT BY SIR JAMES LESTER!
Connor gulped before reading off the list out loud.
Do not annoy me.
Don't touch the artwork.
Do not sit on the couch.
Do not sit in the armchairs.
Do not touch the thermostat.
Do NOT play video games!!
Connor stopped read. No video games? Surely that was a joke. He went to Lester's office, a baffled expression on his face. "No video games?" he asked helplessly.
"Yes Connor. No video games. I will not have you rotting your brain in my presence."
"But Abby lets me play video games all the time," he whined.
"Yes but Miss Maitland also lets you run around in your boxers. That number 37 by the way. Trousers but be worn at all times, except when showering or using the toilet."
"This is absurd Lester. What am I supposed to do to entertain myself?"
"You'll think of something, Scrappy. Now go find Daphne and do whatever it is I pay you two to do."
"But…"
"Go Connor. Now. Before I fire you," Lester said pinching the bridge of his nose. How did that geek manage to give him such horrible headaches?
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"I'm bored," Connor complained for the tenth time that night. "And my bum hurts from sitting on the ground for so long. Hardwood isn't very comfortable."
"What do you want me to do about that?" Lester asked.
"Can I sit on the couch?" Connor asked hopefully.
"Will you be quite if I let you?"
"Yes?"
"Fine," he sighed.
"Yes!" Connor grinned jumping onto the white leather couch.
Ten minutes later, Connor whined, "Please Lester, can I please play my video game?"
"Connor you're annoying me," he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time that night.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, strumming his finger on the couch.
Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump
"Be. Still," Lester said through clenched teeth.
"Sorry."
"Just sit there. Don't move. Be still and quite and watch the news."
"Fine," he sighed. Though mere minutes later he began clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Tock, tock, tock
Lester let out a final sigh before heaving himself out of the chair and storming over to Connor. He placed his hand on the couch on either side of him before huffing, "Shut up!" and kissing him.
Connor let out an undignified squeak and the other man's lips pressed against his own. Within seconds of the squeak though, he let out an equally embarrassing moan when the older man's tongue slid against his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, letting Lester explore the inside of his mouth as he did the same to him, their tongues battling for control. Lester tangled one of his hands into Connor's hair and Connor pulled him down onto his lap, tugging him closer. The older man laid him down onto his back and smirked. "Entertained yet?"
Connor could only manage to nod eagerly before pulling Lester into another kiss.
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Okay so first slash in here. Tell me what you think.
Love,
Spike.