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Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 3,110 this chapter, approx 40,000 for the series.
Rating, Warnings: 18. The whole series is about a Dom/switch/sub relationship and contains various BDSM themes.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. Not set in any specific season.
AN: Huge thanks to the lovely
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AN2: Chapter one here. Previous chapter here.
Lester picked up his mobile and hit the speed dial. He leant back in his chair with a weary sigh as he waited for it to connect. Connor’s voice came on the line.
"Hi James."
“Hello. How are you?"
"Oh you know. Tired, filthy, the usual."
"How's Becker?"
"Tired, filthy, blaming himself. You know, the usual," Connor attempted to joke.
Lester closed his eyes and tried to contain the weary sigh. “Have you both been cleared by medical?”
“Mmm hmm. Fighting fit and ready to go.”
Lester bit back a retort at Connor’s inappropriate humour. "I have both your reports now as well as everyone else’s; it’s going to take me a while to get home. Why don't you two leave and I'll get a car to bring me home as soon as I can."
"Are you sure? We can wait."
"I’m sure. Get home, get clean and get something to eat. And give Becker whatever he needs. Give both of you whatever you need."
His message was clear and a cautious silence hung on the line for a moment before Connor spoke again.
"Just come home as quick as you can, okay?"
"I will."
"Okay. And James...” Connor hesitated. “I love you. You do know that, don't you?"
Lester’s heart balled into a fist in his chest and tried to force its way out of his throat. Neither of them were big talkers, well, not about the things that mattered, and it was a long-time understanding that their feelings for each other were expressed through action not words. Today must have been worse than he realised.
"Yes I know," he replied. "I’ll see you as soon as I can."
Lester hung up the phone and pulled the reports up on his screen. Within minutes his stomach was knotted and his heart had clenched impossibly harder. He blinked, trying to push back tears that threatened to come unbidden as thoughts of what might have been, could so easily have been, filled his head. After an hour he couldn't take it any longer. The words taunted him, stubbornly refusing to differ from one report to the next. He had to be home; touching, feeling, knowing they were both still alive.
Excerpt from Connor’s report:
Becker had managed to lead the Herrerasaurus away from the families that were picnicking at the picnic area near the top of the cliff. It chased him and he was giving fire over his shoulder. Then Becker seemed to stumble and fell to the floor. I had been instructed to stay behind at the picnic site but I followed the creature and Captain Becker. I saw Becker fall to the ground and turn around to fire at the creature. Something was wrong with his gun and it didn't fire. The creature was almost on top of him and I thought it was going to kill him.
I only had a small tranquilizer gun - I hadn't been given a proper one. I fired at the Herrerasaurus but all it seemed to do was make it angry. It turned around and I didn't duck quick enough. Its tail caught me and knocked me sideways and I sort of fell off the cliff.
Luckily there was a ledge about six feet down and I landed on that, though I bounced a bit first. I couldn't see what was happening with the creature or Becker but I heard lots of gunfire and quite a bit of shouting. That might have been when I lost consciousness because I don't remember much else.
I woke up as Becker was being lowered over the cliffside towards me. I refused the offer of mountain rescue and we were both pulled up by the soldiers. The Herrerasaurus was dead by the time I reached the top.
Connor drove, his insistence left uncommented on and unthreatened. They drove in an uneasy silence, but neither of them knew how to break it. There was too much and not enough to say. Connor pulled into their space and they took the lift still in silence. As they stood side by side Connor slipped his hand into Becker’s and the silence shifted from uneasy to weary.
Connor let Becker open the flat door as he always did, but didn't release his hand. Once inside Connor let go of Becker just long enough for him to empty his pockets onto the hall table and move his hands over Becker’s clothes to do the same. Then he took Becker’s hand again and wordlessly led him to the bathroom.
Connor reached into the large shower cubicle and turned the water on. He yanked on Becker’s hand and the other man didn't resist as he was pulled fully clothed into the shower. Connor’s hand finally released Becker’s and Becker felt fingers brush his skin as the other man reached for the hem of his t-shirt. Hot water cascaded all around them and his clothes were already starting to cling to him, water running off his now flattened hair and into his eyes. He reached out his hands and put them on Connor’s hips, moving their bodies closer together and bowing his head. Connor hadn't got far with removing Becker's t-shirt but suddenly it didn't matter. Their lips met under the constant stream of water and softly fell into a kiss. Becker felt Connor's grip on him tighten before Connor's body shook momentarily against his as he let out a sob.
Becker moved his hands around Connor's back, holding him closer but keeping his grip gentle. He paid no head to the sob that escaped his own lips only to be swallowed by Connor.
They started to move, kissing slowly as they gently removed each other’s sodden clothes. Their combined tears mingled with the water and they both ignored them as easily as they ignored the dirt, grime, sweat and blood that was washed from their bodies.
They broke apart only to wash each other. Hands gently massaged shower gel and shampoo into skin and hair while their eyes tried to avoid the blossoming bruises and lacerations that were starting to mottle skin.
They remained in the shower softly kissing and touching until the water began to cool. Connor turned the water off and stepped out, reaching for two towels. He handed one to Becker and they both started to dry themselves off. Connor eyed Becker's semi-hard cock.
"I was given permission to take care of you, you know. But it didn't seem..."
He trailed off, but Becker nodded his understanding. "You’re right. We should all be together. This isn't going to be any easier for James." He looked away again, but he could feel Connor’s eyes on him and Connor spoke again;
"I didn't expect it to be this hard. It’s not like it's exactly the first time we've been around danger together or had to fight together. And it's not that I didn't care about you before or not want you to get hurt before. But it’s different now."
Becker paused with his drying and met the other man’s eyes again. He felt every bit of Connor's pain. His job had taught him the valuable lesson of professional detachment years ago and he employed it still at the ARC. Going into battle alongside friends was never easy but a necessity. But this...relationship…had made everything so much harder. He was growing too over-protective of Connor and today when he thought he had lost him had been too much.
"You shouldn't have done it, Connor. I had ordered you to get back."
Connor bristled and dropped his towel to the floor. "Yes, but you don't get to tell me what to do at work, remember? I still get to make my own decisions. And if I need to, I'll do it again."
He walked out of the bathroom and Becker stopped to hang up both towels before following him. Connor wasn't in the bedroom so Becker pulled on a pair of unbelted, low-slung jeans and stepped into the hallway. He found Connor, still naked, in the kitchen, bent over with his head in the fridge. Becker couldn't help but smile.
"You can't distract me from the conversion that easily, you know."
Connor turned, looking confused, then considered his position and grinned back. He straightened and pulled out two beers, offering one to Becker.
"We haven't even eaten yet."
Connor pulled a face that questioned his priorities and Becker smiled and took the beer. He pulled a bottle opener out of a drawer and flicked the top off his beer before handing it over to Connor. They both rested a moment, sipping their beers and Becker marvelling once again at Connor's complete ease with his nudity.
Suddenly Connor started talking again. "Do you think because you're a soldier and I’m just the geek that it's any easier for me to see you in danger?"
Becker shook his head. "No, but protecting you is my job."
"But our lives now are protecting each other."
"That’s a very gallant sentiment, Conn, but the fact still remains that you could have been killed out there today."
"And the fact still remains, Becker, that you nearly were. Now I don't give a fuck what you do or say to me but I don't regret anything and I won't apologise."
Becker sipped his beer and regarded the stubborn look on Connor's face as he tried to digest the words. "I wouldn't punish you for that. Or for being a stubborn little shit. Not this time, anyway." He paused for breath before changing the subject. "We really should think about eating."
At that moment the TARDIS sounded in the hallway signalling that Connor had received a text message. He wandered past Becker and the soldier winced to see even more bruising starting to show under the lattice of scrapes on his back.
"James is nearly home!" Connor's happy voice broke into Becker's thoughts as he came back in from the hallway.
"Okay, let's wait and see what he wants to do for dinner, then."
Connor laughed. "Honestly Becks, anyone would think you have a one-track mind."
Becker shook his head with a rueful smile. "Okay. What should we do for him?"
"What we would normally do. We can't let these things change who we are, Becks. Today has proved just how much we need each other. And besides, I’m already dressed for it. And I know James is going to love that look on you."
Connor nodded to Becker's jeans that had fallen low on his hips, and his smile was infectious.
"Come on, then." Becker led the way back out of the kitchen and the pair took up their positions in the widest section of the hallway; Connor kneeling, head bowed and Becker standing to his left. He stood, feet shoulder width apart, back straight, hands clenched behind him and head up, staring straight ahead. He would have been the model of the perfect soldier were it not for the still damp, dishevelled hair and the fact that he was barefooted and bare-chested. He used the silence to try to centre his thoughts, focus on the here and now, not on the what could have been, as he knew Connor would be doing. His mind was too busy to get as far into subspace as he would like, but he'd go as far as he could and hope that Lester would see this for the offering it was and take him further.
They only had to wait a few minutes before they heard the key in the lock. The front door pushed open and Lester walked in, stopping in surprise when he saw them. He paused, trying not to let the shock register on his face. He looked from Becker, who was looking just past his shoulder, to Connor's bowed head and back to Becker. This time Becker made eye contact and the message in his eyes was clear.
Lester quietly shut the front door behind him before setting his briefcase on the floor. He shed his suit jacket and hung it up, before stooping to take off his shoes, leaving them neatly next to the others lined up by the door. Then he took the couple of steps forward until he was standing in front of Becker and Connor. His boys were giving him this. After all that had happened today, his boys were giving themselves to him so he could lose himself in them as they lost themselves in him. Today had been their first big test and this was their reward for surviving.
He reached down a hand and laid it on Connor's head, gently stroking his hair. Connor didn't look up but Lester felt him lean into the touch. Lester looked up into Becker's face again, who was once more looking over Lester's right shoulder. He lifted a hand and wrapped it around the back of Becker's neck, pulling him towards him. He pressed his face into Becker's, his tongue pushing inside the other man's mouth in a heated, demanding kiss.
His other hand ran down Connor's face and he brushed his thumb across Connor's lips. Connor raised his head slightly and instinctively took the digit into his mouth, sucking gently.
Lester pulled back from the kiss and released both men. He reached down and undid his trousers, leaving his belt intact so his clothes stayed where they were. He reached inside and pulled out his cock. He was only half hard as he leant towards Connor who opened his mouth to take him.
Connor sighed gratefully as the weight of Lester's cock landed on his tongue. He started to suck gently, coaxing him to full hardness, his own erection growing rapidly but remaining untouched. Lester tapped him on one arm and Connor responded, reaching one hand up to hold the base of Lester's erection while he continued to work it with his mouth.
Lester released himself and turned his attention to Becker. He tugged on the soldier's waistband to bring him a step closer, before popping open the button and undoing his jeans’ fly. Lester reached in and raised an eyebrow at Becker. "Too lazy to put on underwear these days? Your standards are slipping."
"Just wanted to make life easy for you, sir." Becker tried but failed to keep the smirk from his face.
"How terribly thoughtful of you," Lester deadpanned back, removing Becker from the confines of his jeans.
He started to stroke Becker to full hardness, revelling in the way the younger man's breathing started to quicken. He had pulled him close enough to him that with each stroke the tip of Becker's cock brushed against Connor's face as he swallowed Lester. Before long Connor's cheek was smeared with pre-come as Lester worked Becker relentlessly, determined to bring him to a quick climax. It felt as though Connor, too, was doing everything he could to make Lester come quickly, to feel the hot spurt against the back of his throat.
Becker was caught once more in a kiss as Lester leant forward for him. He wasn’t stopped when he brought a hand behind Lester’s head to hold them both closer together. Moans and breathy expletives fell into the kiss as both men started to feel their orgasms curl in their stomachs. Becker knew he had to hold off until Lester came, but knew he couldn't last much longer. Lester had every flick of his wrist just right and every time his cock brushed Connor's face it sent another spark along his nerve endings.
Connor whimpered as he started to feel the tell-tale tremor in Lester's leg and he worked harder. He heard a grunt above him and was rewarded as his mouth was filled with hot come and Lester's cock pulsed against his tongue. He swallowed quickly, determined not to lose a drop and then he heard Becker tip over the edge and nearly came himself as he felt the side of his face become coated with hot, sticky fluid.
Lester broke his kiss with Becker and released him, while pulling back from Connor. He tucked himself back into his trousers and took in the sight in front of him.
Becker stood panting, cock still out, now limp and spent. Connor knelt, looking flushed, with come streaked down his face and erection jutting out hard and angry.
"You both look beautiful."
"Thank you, sir," they answered together.
"Thank you for the welcome home."
Becker smiled. "Anytime, sir."
Lester took a deep breath. "Well, it's been an eventful day and I for one do not plan to end it by cooking and I assume you haven't eaten yet either. So, Becker, I suggest that you find a takeaway menu and order us some food to be delivered and while we are waiting for it we can do something about the predicament Connor finds himself in."
Excerpt from Captain Becker's report:
I was trying to draw the creature's attention from a group of civilians and did so by leading it away. I maintained periodic fire to keep the creature’s attention. I tripped on what I presume to be a rabbit hole while I was turned to shoot. I went down to the ground and the creature bore down on me quickly. I tried to open fire but my gun was jammed, I presume knocked when I fell. I was unable to fire and the creature was now standing over me.
I heard a shout from behind the creature and then saw Temple unload the one round from his tranquiliser gun into the creature. The tranq had no effect and the creature half turned, swiping at Temple with its tail. It knocked Temple into the air and over the edge of the cliff.
At this point the team arrived and opened fire with multiple rounds, bringing the creature down. As soon as the threat had been neutralised I went to the section of cliff that Temple had gone over. I could see him approximately two metres down, lying on a ledge unconscious.
Deciding that we didn't have time to wait for a rescue team before assessing his injuries I volunteered to be lowered down to Temple's position. Upon reaching him Temple regained consciousness and against my judgement and advice said that he did not need to wait for mountain rescue and that he would get back to the top of the cliff with the assistance of myself and the team.
In this instance I would like to recommend Temple’s actions be recognised on his record. Without his intervention I would certainly have been killed by the creature. Even if his actions were stupid and reckless.
Chapter 10
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Date: 2011-07-15 07:45 am (UTC)and I sort of fell off the cliff.
LMAO!! Oh Connor! :D
And OMG fucking hot sex GUH I combusted UNF UNF
*squishes the adorable boys*
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Date: 2011-07-17 09:50 pm (UTC)Thank you for all! I'm really pleased you're still enjoying this as well as likeing the hit and the silly Connor ramble.
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Date: 2011-07-15 09:21 am (UTC)Epic relationship angst and hot porn! Loved their reports, I sort of fell of the cliff Oh, Connor! And the last lines of Becker's report, meep! *huggles him tight*. And poor Lester. And Becker slightly damp with wet hair in low slung jeans, omnomnom!
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Date: 2011-07-17 09:52 pm (UTC)Glad you liked this chappy, and thanks again.
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Date: 2011-07-15 08:18 pm (UTC)I'm aware I may be focusing on the wrong aspect of this chapter... *g*
Lovely, scrummy angst, m'dear!
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Date: 2011-07-17 09:55 pm (UTC)And thank you, glad you liked.
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Date: 2011-07-15 08:46 pm (UTC)*melts and flails*
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Date: 2011-07-16 12:05 am (UTC)The reports were great, they sounded just like I would imagine reports from Connor and Becker to be.
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Date: 2011-07-19 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-16 08:32 pm (UTC)The boys were all snuggly and comforting in this entire chapter. I loved the bit in the shower at the beginning, that was hot, even without any smut. I just love the image of them dripping wet and all steamy. :-P
Great chapter.
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Date: 2011-07-19 08:08 pm (UTC)Really pleased that you liked this and lovely compliments, thank you. Glad you liked the different reports; it was fun to do them in theor different voices.
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Date: 2011-07-18 09:00 am (UTC)*wibbles*
Without his intervention I would certainly have been killed by the creature.
*double wibbles*
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Date: 2011-07-19 08:11 pm (UTC)Thank you, pleased this chappy worked for you.
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