Bad me. I was sorting through my Primeval fic folder the other day and discovered this, which I wrote a few months ago for a comment fic party over on sunsets_dinos lj, and I never properly re-posted it to my lj. So here's a wee bit of dark and angsty Lester/Connor for a Tuesday evening.
Warnings: Smut, language, borderline dub-con
Spoilers: Set after 3.3, but no actual spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 260
Summary: This was wrong.
This was wrong. This was so fucking wrong, and yet he still couldn't bring himself to say no. Not when those sad, dark eyes had been staring at him again, silently begging for something, anything to make the pain stop even for just a moment.
Connor had turned out to be a surprisingly attentive lover. He had got into the habit of massaging Lester’s back and shoulders before he fucked him. Sometimes he seemed to want to cuddle afterwards, although Lester tried to discourage that as much as possible. But it gave them the illusion that they were both getting something out of the arrangement, even though they both knew that was a lie.
But not tonight. Tonight there was no massage, no cuddles. Tonight there was just Lester trapped beneath the young man as Connor thrust into him again and again without making a single noise. Connor wasn't violent or overly rough, but when Lester risked a glance over his shoulder he felt a chill ripple through him.
There was nothing in Connor’s eyes. No emotion. No tears. No pain, no anger, no compassion, no desperate, aching need for the world to make sense any more.
Lester turned away. He didn’t want to admit that he was afraid, didn’t want to admit that right then he would have given anything to have the sad puppy eyes back. He was no longer sure which one was the real Connor, and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know the answer to that question.
Lester didn’t dare to look back again.