FIC: Baby, It's Cold Inside, FRAO (Birthday fic for: Reggietate) (original) (raw)

Title: Baby, It's Cold Inside

Author: Kez

Fandom: Primeval

Character(s): Nick Cutter/Stephen Hart

Rating: FRAO

Category: Established Relationship, Fluff, Plot-what-Plot

Summary: Nick is cold.

Notes: Happy Birthday, reggietate! I hope you have a lovely day! I was going to attempt Nick/Jenny for you, but my brain went 'nonononono' so, Nick/Stephen instead, I'm sure you don't mind too much ;) With thanks to fififolle for the beta, any remaining mistakes are my own.

Warning: N/A

Word Count: 1108

Nick shivered and pressed himself more firmly against Stephen's back.

"If you want to get any closer, you're going to have to climb inside my skin," Stephen said, amusement evident in his voice.

"If it's warmer in there, I'm game," Nick muttered.

Stephen sniggered and turned around, allowing a cold gust of air to sneak under the quilts.

"Bloody hell, don't you think it's cold enough?"

"Well, it's January in Scotland, what did you expect?" Stephen asked.

Nick snorted derisively, he'd been expecting that his brother's house would have decent central heating, but the new house his brother's increasingly expanding family – they'd swore they were stopping at three kids and were now on their way to the fifth - had moved into, since the last time Nick had visited, was large and old and drafty. From everything his brother said, getting central heating put in was going to be both difficult and costly, so for the moment, they were working only with the small heaters that were plugged in, in every room. In the middle of a bitterly cold January, not a million miles from the Scottish highlands, they just weren't cutting it.

"Next time, I'm coming in June," Nick said.

Stephen nuzzled his cold nose against Nick's. "It could be worse. It could be snowing."

"Don't tempt fate," Nick warned. "If it snows, I swear, we're getting on the first plane going somewhere warmer. I don't even care where that somewhere is as long as it's got a temperature in double figures."

Stephen chuckled, nuzzling across Nick's cheek, dropping a couple of soft kisses against the two day's growth of stubble, where Nick hadn't shaved.

"You can not be thinking what I think your thinking," Nick said, as Stephen nudged his head back and started to nuzzle against Nick's throat with intent.

"What do you think I'm thinking?" Stephen asked innocently.

"It's too bloody cold to get naked, Stephen..."

Stephen laughed, warm puffs of breath against Nick's throat. "Who said anything about naked?"

Before Nick could ask what exactly Stephen was planning then, his lover had shuffled down under the covers. The movements allowed another gust of cool air to worm its way under the quilts, but Nick couldn't complain when Stephen's hand covered his cock, freeing it from his pyjama bottoms without disturbing the rest of his clothing.

Nick bit back a moan when Stephen's tongue swiped over the head, as his hand stroked Nick to hardness. It had been a few days since they'd done anything, largely out of concern that one of his brother's children would overhear them, but clearly, Stephen had decided he wasn't worried about it any more, so Nick shoved the thought to the back of his own mind and settled his fingers into Stephen's hair.

It would take a better man than him to say no when Stephen had his cock in hand.

*~*~*~*~*

Stephen took Nick's lack of protest for the permission it was and let his tongue swirl around the head of Nick's cock again, enjoying the soft sounds Nick made as he worked the head of Nick's cock over with his tongue, still stimulating the rest of the shaft with his hand.

Under the covers it was almost pitch black and Stephen couldn't see more than a shadow of Nick's cock, but he could smell the familiar musk, he could taste him, and listen to the muffled, breathy moans that after just a few minutes, even without touching himself, had him hard too.

Nick's hand stroked through his hair, encouraging but not yet demanding, as Stephen took the head of Nick's cock fully into his mouth, letting his tongue continue to play along the underside of the head, as he hummed lightly, feeling the vibrations it created in his own hand as he did.

There was a lot to be said for teasing, drawing it out, Nick would lose patience eventually, maybe sooner rather than later after a few days with nothing more than a kiss and a cuddle - they'd gone longer, but rarely, unless one of them was injured – before bed.

"Stephen..." His name fell softly from Nick's lips, fingers clutching more tightly at Stephen's hair, as if he'd known what Stephen was thinking. He still wasn't demanding, but Stephen knew he would be soon, unless Stephen moved things along.

There were certainly benefits to dragging it out, letting Nick take control. Letting Nick fuck his throat. But they really couldn't afford to be too loud if they really didn't want to catch the attention of any of Nick's nieces and nephews, so Stephen pushed onwards, taking the rest of Nick's cock in his mouth, while he wormed his hand into the split in the pyjama bottoms to cup his balls.

"Christ..." Nick muttered sharply, his hips rising slightly under Stephen.

Stephen chuckled, which just sent more vibrations down Nick's shaft and before long, Nick was muttering a near constant, if somewhat quieter than usual, stream of curses and pleas. Stephen knew Nick was close and despite not having touched himself, he didn't think it would take long for him to come. He always got a lot of pleasure himself out of giving his lovers pleasure.

As Nick writhed below him, Stephen dropped his free hand down to cup his own cock through his pyjamas, massaging lightly while he continued to suck Nick's cock, pushing away everything but the goal of making them both come. But Nick first.

It didn't take long, Nick's hands tightening almost too tightly in his hair, pushing his cock back into Stephen's mouth, softly muttering exclamations of pleasure as he filled Stephen's mouth with his come.

Stephen groaned softly himself, swallowing everything Nick offered him and licking clean of every last drop he could find even after Nick stopped coming, holding the cock still in his mouth, as it softened and he could let himself go, coming in his briefs like a randy teenager.

*~*~*~*~*

Nick grumbled in protest when Stephen slipped out from beneath the quilts to go clean himself up, and when he returned with cold feet and curled himself around Nick like Nick was his personal, life-size hot water bottle, but they both knew it was mostly for show.

Nick felt drowsy and content in a way only Stephen could make him feel and if he still wasn't exactly warm, he was no longer as bothered by it as he had been.

Stephen pressed a soft kiss just underneath his ear, and laced his fingers with Nick's, over Nick's stomach, murmuring a soft, 'go to sleep'.

It was only minutes before Nick did just that.