oddegg | Primeval fic: Connor/Danny, *CHOPPERS!* 1 of 2

Title: Come on over and see my chopper…
Pairings: Connor/Danny
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, slash
Summary: Connor needs somewhere to stay.
Word Count: 3,181
Disclaimer: Not mine, yada-yada. The usual.
A/N:
I'm using the Denial defence here and re-writing one tiny aspect of S3:03 - just that little bit at the end that TFWIC buggered up...
Dylan & Daisy = Diictodons. What?! I think it’s cute. ~~Blame~~ Credit for the terrible pun in the title goes to Mr steamshovelmama !

* * *

Danny didn’t quite know what he was expecting when he opened the door – it was after all ten at night and he hadn’t ordered pizza or anything – but strangely enough a nervous looking Connor Temple carrying a duffle bag wasn’t it.

Danny looked him up and down, taking in the nervous hands clinging to the bag-strap, and then met the lad’s eyes. Connor was biting his lip and making huge puppy eyes at him. Danny said, slowly
“Sooo…”

Connor burst out
“Would you mind if I crashed on your sofa? It’d only be for a couple of nights, honest! It’s just that Abby’s baby brother’s staying and Nick’s still in the hospital so I can’t ask him and I managed to get Jenny to look after Dylan and Daisy but she kind of laughed in my face when I suggested staying there too and you’d hardly know I was here, really..”

Danny wondering idly if Connor even needed to breathe but decided to cut him off before the guy turned blue
“How exactly did you find out where I live?”

And now Connor looked guilty
“Oh. Yeah – that was Lester. I suggested that maybe I could stay with him and he looked a bit like he was ill or in pain or something and then five minutes later he’d found your address” Connor tried a small smile out on him “He said you’re coming to work with us anyway and that it would be good for you to get to know the team better!”

Danny looked back stonily. He didn’t even bother raising an eyebrow. Connor pushed his lip out in a pout and said
“Ok, ok. He muttered something about ‘seeing what he’s letting himself in for’ but the principle still stands! Please?”

This was a really bad idea. Danny liked having his own space and he didn’t do well sharing it, he knew that, but…
The kid looked tired and a bit pale; he wasn’t even bothering with the deliberate sympathy eyes anymore and somehow looked all the more pathetic and needing looked after for it. Danny sighed and stepped back
“Alright, fine. Just for a couple of nights”

The way the kid’s face lit up made him feel better about not turning him away but really, he still thought this was a bad idea.

* * *

A few days later Connor was sure that staying with Danny had been a really, really bad idea.

Not because Danny was a bad guy – no! As a matter of fact he’d turned out to be ok in a snarky, slightly (ok, very) arrogant way. He had a sense of humour and even some of the things he’d say to wind Jenny up Connor could tell he didn’t mean; that he just found it funny to see people get in a flap.

Nope. The real problem was that despite the man having an ego the size of a planet and him being older and craggy looking and ginger, Connor was finding himself increasingly attracted to him.
The fact that Danny liked to relax around the flat in boxers and t-shirt didn’t help, or that the man took approximately ten showers a day and then wandered around in just a low-slung towel, golden freckled skin still a bit damp when he leaned over to wake Connor up from the sofa…

Well. That didn’t help either. It was driving Connor nuts!
Which was why he was now sitting at the kitchen table, biting his nails and trying to work out what he was going to do.

“Come on Connor, grab your stuff. We’re going to be late!”

Connor looked up and nearly whimpered. Oh yes – and that was the other thing. When Danny wasn’t parading around half-naked he was wearing stuff like this. Black t-shirt that was taut across the chest and a biker jacket that emphasized broad shoulders. Tight leathers that showcased long, long legs and slim hips and… other interesting bits… Danny frowned at him and threw a helmet over that Connor barely caught in time.
“Come on Temple, shift it! Traffic’s going to be murder as it is – we don’t get to work in time all the good anomalies will be gone!”

He sing-songed the last bit as he turned and left, giving Connor a very nice view of his arse. He looked down at the bright purple helmet in his hands (‘especially for you, princess’ Danny had said solemnly as he handed it over the first time) and sighed. Twenty minutes on the back of Danny’s bike, plastered up close and clinging onto him.
Yeah.
Traffic wasn’t the only thing that was bloody murder.

* * *

Fuck. Now, see – this is what Danny had been afraid of.

Well… not actually what he’d been afraid of because he’d been dreading something along the lines of ‘Connor Temple snores/is a bathroom hog/will leave the flat looking like a pigsty/will be an all round shitty roommate’

He’d been thinking more: ‘the kid drank the last of the milk’ and not: ‘the kid’s sleeping on the couch and the sheets have slipped down and he’s only wearing boxers and Jesus, but he’s gorgeous in the morning light and Oh God, I want to fuck him blind, better wake him up before I do something stupid’

That aspect had been a bit of a surprise.

Another surprise was that it turned out he actually liked the kid. He’d endeared himself to Danny the very first evening when he’d taken one look at Danny’s shelves, dropped his bag and nearly tripped on it in his haste to scramble over to them, and then spent a good half hour in some sort of drooling, nerdish trance over the DVD’s and comic books – occasionally exclaiming things like: ‘Oh my god! You’ve got the complete Star Fleet? I didn’t even know they’d released it!’ or ‘Swimming in Blood! Devlin Waugh’s brilliant, isn’t he?’ or ‘Transmet! Yeah – Ellis’ a bloody genius. Have you been reading the new Gravel?’
It was hard to dislike someone when they were doing a ridiculously hammy impression of Chuck Heston over the spinach on their pizza – ‘It’s PEOPLE!!’

So the fellow ‘comics/cult film freak’ thing was good, and the fact that Connor turned out to be damn good at what he did at the ARC was a nice surprise – he was more serious there, intent on perfecting the anomaly sealers he’d come up with and solving the puzzle of the strange artefact that Cutter had nearly lost his life over.

And that was another thing. It was hard to place someone fully in the ‘annoying – ignore or make fun of’ category when you’d taken them to the hospital to visit their friend in the ICU and seen them carefully joke and talk to the man lying there pale and in pain on the bed. When you’d seen them be so patient with the wooziness that morphine was inducing. When you’d seen how quiet they were after you left.

Danny knew what it was like to lose someone and when he looked across the lab to where Jenny was shaking her head fondly over something Connor had just said he found himself fiercely glad that Connor and the team hadn’t had to go through that again. He’d read up on the team files and two loses was bad enough – a third might have broken them all.

But he did wish that the kid wasn’t so bloody attractive. Or at least that he wasn’t so very much Danny’s type. Because being in such close quarter’s with the guy nearly 24/7 was wearing down his resistance.

And he still had the bike ride home to endure – and having Connor riding behind him, body heat warm on back through his jacket, hands clasped together on Danny’s stomach, so temptingly near his groin… That was helping to nudge him closer to thinking that resistance was futile every time they did it.

* * *

Connor waited till just before they left for the day before he told Danny about what Abby had said, and he soon began to wish he’d kept his mouth shut.

Because he knew that his heart had sunk a bit when Abby had told him with a smile ‘Hey, Connor! Adam’s back off home at the end of the week so you can finally have your room again!’ but he’d honestly expected Danny to just shrug or something – maybe say ‘about time’

He hadn’t thought that the man would get angry.

And he obviously was; no matter how many times he claimed to be ‘fine’ or that there was ‘nothing wrong!’ He’d gone worryingly quiet after Connor told him and his face had looked like thunder, then on the bike ride home it had been like sitting behind a ticking bomb the man was so full of tension.

The clock on that explosion had carried on counting down once they were back at the flat. Connor had tried to fill the simmering silence up but there was only so much you could do to carry on a conversation when one person wasn’t actually doing any, you know, conversing and so he ended up just babbling while Danny sat and glowered at him.

He lasted through dinner, which he didn’t even taste he was so nervous, and he made it through watching Danny finish his second large glass of whisky but when he found that he was even annoying himself with the crap he was randomly spouting about the CSI episode they were mostly ignoring he suddenly lost his temper
“Ok. Fuck this!”

He got up and stalked over to the cupboard to get his duffle bag, but when he turned round with it in his hand it was just in time to see Danny surge up out of his chair with a dangerous look in his eye.

“And what the hell are you doing with that?”

Connor gaped. Then he closed his mouth and snapped
“Are you actually serious?! I’m packing it up and I’m going, what do you think?! I’ll go and crash at the ARC somewhere”

Danny moved quicker than Connor expected. The man was suddenly right in his face, glaring down at him.
“No you bloody won’t!”

Danny might have been bigger than him but Connor wasn’t going to be intimidated. He snarled back
“Yes. I. Will! What the hell do you care anyway? You’ve made it pretty bloody clear tonight that you don’t want me here anymore – I thought you’d be glad to get me out of the way!”

Danny just ignored him and wrenched the bag out of his hand, throwing it to the side
“You’re not going anywhere!”

Then Connor lost it completely and reared back to punch the other man in his stupid, gorgeous, irritating, tempting face… But Danny was moving too quickly again, and he was grabbing Connor’s arms and slamming him back against the wall…

And shoving his tongue down Connor’s throat.

* * *

Things had got a bit crazy then.

Danny hadn’t meant them to – hadn’t meant things to get as bad as they’d been during the evening up till now – but Connor had shocked him badly when he’d said he’d be gone by the end of the week. Danny knew he should have been pleased but his gut reaction had been ‘No. Absolutely NOT!’

But he couldn’t work out a way of persuading the kid to stay – a not particularly comfortable couch in a sarcastic ex-copper’s place wasn’t exactly winning points over a room of your own in the same house as a hot bird. He’d been upset, and Danny’s default mode when he was upset had always been to get pissed off.

So the situation had been slipping out of his control all evening, and then Connor had said he was leaving then and there and all of his control had snapped and things had got completely out of hand.

Danny was pretty sure that the crash when he threw Connor’s duffle had been a lamp, and he was certain that the crack when they’d stumbled, still kissing madly, into the chair and knocked it over meant that a leg had gone. He didn’t know if the shirt he’d wrestled off Connor and chucked over his shoulder had landed on the dinner plates they hadn’t cleared up but he wouldn’t be surprised.

After they’d pushed and pulled each other down the corridor and he’d managed to blindly fumble behind Connor’s back to open the bedroom he thought that the bang he heard was probably the door handle smashing a hole in the plaster but he was several miles beyond caring at that point. They made it to the bed without destroying any more of the room and then they stopped, perched half hovering because neither of them could bring themselves to stop kissing or groping for long enough to get horizontal.

Then Connor showed what Danny considered to be true genius and pushed Danny over onto his back with a grunt. Danny’d lost his own shirt somewhere along the way and Connor’s hands on his chest were damp and trembling slightly as he braced himself to swoop down for one more kiss before shoving himself upright to get rid of the rest of his clothing.

The kid was naked so damn fast that Danny almost wondered if he had a secret history as a stripper but then that thought was blown away, along with a good many brain cells, when Connor ripped open Danny’s trousers, pulled them just far enough down his hips so that his cock sprang free and went down on him, mouth wet and hot and fucking perfect.

Danny swore he stopped breathing for a moment. Jesus, God! He knew the kid had a big mouth but he hadn’t known… Connor swallowed around him and Danny gasped and only just stopped himself from bucking up. Oh Christ – he hadn’t known that Connor apparently didn’t come with a gag reflex!
He felt the zipper of his leathers drag and catch on the inside of his hip and began feebly pushing at Connor’s head
“Let me, let me… God, Connor – let me get these bloody trousers off!”

Connor gave a grumbling hum that had Danny shuddering and loosing track of what he was doing for a minute but then he pushed at Connor again and he pulled off with a sucking ‘pop!’ As Danny gracelessly yanked his boots and trousers off Connor sat up onto his knees on the bed and groused
“I sort of wanted you to keep them on. You’ve been driving me crazy in them!”

Finally naked, Danny reached over and traced Connor’s pout slowly with his finger. He said roughly
“You perfect little weirdo… We can play dress-up another time, right now I want to get comfortable so we can enjoy this properly. Here…”

He manoeuvred Connor till he was further over on the bed, lying on his side, and then Danny lay down next to him, top to tail, face to cock and cock to face.
“…There. That’s more comfy, isn’t it?”

He didn’t get an answer, but then Connor was obviously a well brought up lad. He’d been taught not to talk with his mouth full.

And Danny was too busy to demand one even if his question had been serious. Connor may have preferred the full throttle method (and Danny definitely wasn’t complaining about that!) but Danny was taking a more leisurely approach, lapping and nipping at Connor’s cock in a manner that was making the kid squirm and whine - in a way that coincidently sent incredible vibrations into Danny. It was all one amazing, continuous feedback loop of pleasure. The way Connor’s skin was so soft and the flesh underneath so hard under his tongue, the way he sucked harder when Danny flattened his tongue out and ran it, wet and messy, down Connor’s cock to lip at his balls. The way he could see the guy’s cheeks hollow when he glanced down the length of their bodies to see that messy dark hair by his own thighs. The way Connor smelt, so good it literally made his mouth water, and the way he’d pulled off Danny’s cock to pant and chant ‘yes, yes, yes…’ as Danny wet two of his fingers and trailed them, still sucking, up past Connor’s balls to brush over his perineum and press ever-so-lightly against that small, puckered hole.

Then just sensation. Give and take and mouth and hands so good on him, and cock so good in his mouth. Soft, tight flesh giving slowly against his fingers and so hot around them, and push in and feel the suction, and push in and feel the small, slight ridged bump against his fingertips and feel the muffled sounds, push in and feel flesh clench around them, push in and feel the pulse under his tongue and thick liquid flood into his mouth and nearly choke himself, nearly manage to stifle his own groans gorging on that wonderful cock as he comes himself.

* * *

Afterwards slightly nervous thoughts began to creep in. Well – not immediately afterwards. Immediately afterwards Connor was just a tiny bit wrapped up in feeling like all his bones had melted and making a stupid, shaken effort at bringing his brain back online.

But after Danny had manhandled them into a more conventional position with both their heads up on the pillow – a manhandling Connor found he appreciated in a sleepy, just-come-my-mind out sort of way – and they’d traded some more lazy, sticky kisses again Connor couldn’t help starting to think about what happened next. Because Danny had mentioned ‘another time’ but did he mean that or had he just been saying it? Was this a one off, get it out of their systems thing or…?

Danny grunted sleepily and pushed and rolled Connor (and yep, still liking that) till he was pulled firmly back against Danny’s chest. Then he slung an arm closely around him and buried his face in the side of Connor’s neck. He let out a long sigh as he relaxed that gusted against the short hairs on the back of Connor’s neck and then said, quietly but very clearly
“Don’t go back. I’d like… I’d really like it if you’d stay here with me. Not leave”

Connor felt all the tiny bits of tension he’d been building up wash away again and he snuggled back into Danny’s arms feeling amazingly happy. He answered back through a yawn
“Ok. I’d like tha-a-aat. And anyway” he continued, with a smile where Danny couldn’t see “You did promise me sex with you in your leathers. Got to stay for that at least!”

Danny laughed into his skin, evening stubble scratchy against him, and then stretched over to turn off the light before burrowing back against him. His voice came back full of amusement out of the dark
“Why don’t you and your biker kink go to sleep? The leathers’ll still be there in the morning”

That sounded good to Connor.