Pairing/characters: Nick/Stephen, Connor
Warnings: slash, swearing
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 800
Summary: Nick and Stephen are catching up with some... filing.
Author note: This is entirely fredbassett and munchkinofdoom's faults. They were complaining about the lack of slash and/or smut in my fic. So I wrote this, just to see whether I could.
While the imminent threat of rampaging prehistoric creatures was a new and interesting priority for Nick these days, he did, on occasion, have to admit the fact that he had a real job, and that part of that job involved filing. A lot of filing.
So, in the time honoured tradition of department heads everywhere, he had roped in underlings to help. Which was how he found himself spending a sunny Friday in the depths of the storage level beneath his department, cataloguing boxes of fossils with Stephen, while Connor was sorting through yet more boxes in the office upstairs.
Nick squinted up at the box high up on the shelving unit. Either the label on it was fading badly, or the light down here was useless. Or possibly both.
“Stephen, can you read what that box says?”
Stephen wandered over and stood right behind him.
“Well, you’re a lot of use, aren’t you?” Nick muttered.
Without warning, Stephen’s hand slid around his waist and under his shirt. Nick caught his breath, trying not to appear startled.
“Stephen, this is hardly the time,” he said quietly.
“I’m bored,” Stephen said in a voice that suggested exactly what he would rather be doing.
“We’re supposed to be working.” Nick kept his voice low. He was almost certain he could hear Connor through the open door to his office. He was humming something that sounded suspiciously like the Imperial March.
“Booooring,” Stephen said, his other hand settling on Nick’s hip.
Nick closed his eyes and tried to quell the shiver as Stephen moved closer, pressing their bodies together.
“Connor’s just up there. He might hear. He might come down at any moment.”
Stephen lazily caressed his hip, letting his fingers slide closer and closer to Nick’s crotch. His jeans were starting to feel uncomfortably tight.
“Should I be worried that you’re thinking about Connor at a time like this? Because I have to warn you, I’m the jealous type.”
“Steph-” Nick’s protest was cut off with a sudden sharp intake of breath as Stephen popped open the button on his jeans and slid his hand down. At the same time Stephen leaned in and nuzzled his neck.
Nick tried to turn around, but Stephen’s hands suddenly held him firmly in place.
“No, no Nick. Filing is far more important. You said so yourself. So you just keep paying attention to those boxes.”
Nick knew his deep, throaty growl was only going to act as an encouragement, but he couldn’t stop it. Nuzzling turned to kissing just beneath his jaw, but Stephen chose that moment to fully undo the zip on Nick’s jeans and begin to caress his hardening cock. Nick pushed back into the younger man and felt Stephen’s satisfyingly hard bulge. At this new pressure, Stephen was the one catching his breath, and he retaliated by replacing his lips with teeth and nipping hard.
Nick gasped, trying to steady himself against the shelving unit. Somehow, part of his brain was still protesting that this was wrong. Fuck filing, he thought, as Stephen’s gentle strokes on his cock became faster, harder, his grip a little bit tighter.
What about Connor? the rational part of his brain still protested. Fuck Connor as well, was the answer. Although, not in the literal sense.
His breathing was ragged as Stephen speeded the pace, still nipping with his teeth even as he brought Nick to the edge, and then with one practised stroke tipped him over it.
Nick closed his eyes, shuddering as he came, and he was only vaguely aware of Stephen’s free hand holding his waist and supporting him.
Nick’s head shot up and in the gap between two shelves he could see Connor at the top of the stairs. Stephen chuckled and slid away as Nick tried to simultaneously clean himself up, rearrange his jeans, and gather his senses enough to answer. Luckily, from here the shelving unit and its boxes were between him and Connor, but if he came down the stairs…
“What?” His voice was sharper than he had intended, and Connor looked startled.
“I’m going to grab something for lunch, I just wondered if you guys wanted me to pick anything up for you?”
An idea formed in the back of Nick’s mind. And idea that made him start to smile.
“Yes, actually, can you go to the university shop and get me one of those pre-packed salad bowl things they do?”
Connor looked surprised. “Yeah, okay.” He headed off, humming again.
“Salad?” Stephen asked with a raised eyebrow and a sceptical expression. “You don’t even like salad.”
“No, I don’t,” Nick admitted. “But I also happen to know that the university shop is at least a ten minute walk from here.”
He advanced slowly towards Stephen with an evil smile. Revenge was going to be very sweet indeed.