My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 12/20: Birthday Boy

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Title: My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 12: Birthday Boy
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 4,564 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 lukadreaming   for a great beta and to lsellersfic   for my fabulous artwork.
AN2: Chapter one here. Previous chapter here.

Connor was dressing when a knock came at his door.

"Come in!" he called and he looked over his shoulder as Becker poked his head around the door.

"What trousers are you wearing today?" he asked.

Connor nodded towards the bed. "They’re tight, Lester likes them," he grinned.

"Wear something baggier."

"What?" Connor turned all the way around now and Becker couldn't help but grin. Tight t-shirt, boxers and gloves were already in place.

"You put your gloves on before your socks?"

Connor looked at his feet, wriggled his naked toes and grinned back before shrugging. "You know you can't tell me what to do in here?" he said with a playful and challenging look on his face.

"Then step out here and I'll tell you properly," Becker returned.

"Are you going to tell me why you want me to wear different trousers?"

"Nope. Is that a problem?" Becker kept the tone light, following Connor's lead.

"I assume I get to find out later. Will I enjoy it?"

"Oh, I guarantee it."

"Well maybe I'll think about it, then. Now..." Connor made a shooing move with his hands. "If you excuse me I have to put my socks on." With a final smile at each other Becker retreated, shutting the door behind him.

 

The morning had been uneventful. Lester had been in his office most of the day, duly ignoring any attempt from the team members to wish him a happy birthday. Connor had been working on the detector, never able to resist some tinkering. Just as he was thinking about going to get some lunch his phone vibrated in his pocket. Bringing up the text message he saw it was from Becker. It was short and to the point.

“Come to the locker room.”

Curious, Connor got up and walked briskly to the locker room. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, not seeing anyone there. Two steps into the room he heard the door shut and lock behind him. Before he had a chance to turn around he was grabbed and pushed forwards. As he was walked towards the bench in the middle of the room, one of the hands around his waist started to undo his trousers. He was stopped next to the bench and spun at the same time his trousers and boxers were pulled down. He squeaked as he was manhandled and thrown over someone’s lap. He looked up.

“Becker? What are you doing?”

Connor felt a sharp slap across his arse.

"Quiet. But if you must know I'm preparing my birthday present for James."

Connor felt a slight sense of dread at the words and tried to prepare himself for whatever might come next. One of Becker's arms was firmly over his back, holding him in place and he felt Becker's hand probe his entrance briefly before he heard the other man feel around in a bag next to him. He heard the unmistakable snap of a lube bottle lid being opened and then felt the familiar sensation of the cold liquid being dribbled between his cheeks.

A finger worked the lube into his arse and then the finger was replaced by a cold, blunt object. As the object was pushed into his body Connor could feel himself being slowly stretched and knew a butt plug was being pushed inside. He suddenly realised why he had been asked to wear the looser-fitting trousers.

Connor tried to behave and not make a sound or move as Becker worked and soon the plug was firmly seated inside him. It wasn't a particularly big one and Connor felt pleasantly stretched. Though wearing it for the rest of the day, which he assumed was the object of the game, wasn't going to be easy.

Seemingly satisfied that the plug was fully in, Becker twisted it a few times, adding pressure by pushing and pulling it slightly inside Connor's body, making him squirm on Becker’s lap. Connor could feel his erection pushing into Becker’s thigh, and could also feel Becker's cock hardening against his stomach.

But when Becker gave Connor another, lighter slap to his arse and released him, he realised they where clearly both going to have to wait to do anything about it. And he still had to find out what the rest of Becker’s plan was too. Connor had a feeling that there was still more to come with whatever it was Becker had planned for him too.

"Stand up and pull your trousers up," he commanded and Connor quickly scrambled to comply.

Connor shifted on the spot a bit, trying to get used to standing with the plug inside him. Becker gave him a moment, eyeing him carefully.

"Ready?" he asked. Connor nodded. "Come on then. Let's go and give James his present."

Becker led the way to the door and unlocked it, motioning for Connor to walk ahead. They headed straight to Lester's office in companionable silence, sharing grins and Connor shaking his head at the unexpected turn the day had taken.

Becker knocked sharply on Lester's office door and they waited for permission to enter.

"Come."

Becker opened the door and once more motioned for Connor to go first, before stepping in behind him and closing the door.

Lester looked up as they entered. "And to what do I owe this pleasure? Please tell me something hasn't been broken. Tell me it wasn’t something expensive."

"Don't worry, sir, this is a social visit."

"Really?" Lester leant back in his chair.

Becker pulled a chair to the middle of the office and motioned to Connor to sit on it. With a confused look he complied gingerly.

Lester didn't miss the care he took in sitting or the look that crossed the young man's face as the plug pushed further into his body on contact with the firm seat. "Something you boys want to share?" he asked, looking between them.

"Your birthday present, sir. I thought you might like this." Becker stepped forward and removed a small item from his pocket and placed it on the desk in front of Lester.

Lester picked it up and examined it quickly, his eyebrows quirking in interest.

"I see. Well happy birthday me."

He pressed a small button on the item and the reaction was immediate. Connor yelped and jumped in his seat as the butt plug started to vibrate inside him.

"You’re going to have to hide your reactions better than that, Connor, unless you want the whole ARC to know what you're wearing."

"Oh fuck. Yes. Yes, sir. Oh fuck," Connor replied, the sensations increasing as Lester pressed another button on the small remote.

"Well I think today has improved significantly, thank you Becker. Connor, if you need it removed at any time you will report to Becker and he will do it for you before replacing it again. Unless it’s in the event of an anomaly in which case you have permission to do so discreetly if time allows. If time doesn’t allow do try not to get injured as it will be interesting explaining that one to the medics. Now then…" Lester made a show of looking at his watch as Connor continued to squirm in the chair and Becker stood at ease in front of the desk, a smug expression on his face. Lester pressed the first button again and Connor visibly relaxed.

"It looks to me like it is lunchtime. As today is a special day I think maybe I would like to join the pair of you in the staff canteen."

"That would be lovely, sir. I'm sure we'd both appreciate that. Wouldn't we, Connor?"

"Fuck."

 

Connor had a difficult day. He was made to squirm numerous times over lunch and he was fairly sure that Lester was timing the bursts on purpose because he ended up spilling numerous forkfuls of food down himself as the thing suddenly went off again.

Lester also managed to find more reasons than ever before to need to come down to the control room. As he passed Connor he would turn the vibrator on, hand in pocket, before moving to speak to someone. Sometimes he would increase the speed as the conversation continued, leaving Connor hunched over his computer trying to control his breathing. As Lester retreated back to his office he would turn if off again. Most times he barely acknowledged Connor or the suffering he was causing.

On one occasion Connor hadn’t seen James coming and was taken by surprise when the vibrations suddenly started. He yelped and jumped into the air, causing most of the control room to turn and stare at him. He managed to sit himself back down carefully as Lester turned to him straight-faced.

"Problem, Temple?"

"Um...no, sir...thought I discovered something cool...got excited. Wasn't though. Sorry."

Connor saw a smile ghost over Lester's face and noticed Becker smothering a laugh from the other side of the room before he turned back to his computer, muttering under his breath and trying to ignore his cock growing hard again as he willed Lester to hurry up and turn the damn thing off.

But at least the anomaly detector stayed silent.

 

Finally the end of the day came and Lester called Becker and Connor to go home. Becker had given him short breaks from the plug throughout the afternoon, but now it was firmly back in place. Connor sat in the back of the car waiting for the butt plug to start vibrating as Becker drove. But much to his surprise it didn’t happen. Instead the three chatted happily all the way, almost as if one of them hadn’t been tormented for half the day.

When they arrived home Becker opened the apartment door, letting Lester in, followed by Connor, before bringing up the rear. Lester placed a hand on the back of Connor's neck as they walked into the hallway to remove their shoes.

"Pasta for dinner tonight, I think. We'll go out together for a proper dinner at the weekend."

Connor stifled the groan that threatened to escape his lips. He should have known that Lester would force them to eat and delay his relief further still. But at least he seemed willing to get the dinner part of the evening out of the way quickly.

Becker moved next to them. "I'll cook tonight if you like," he smirked. "It’ll give you both time to relax a bit." He moved away and headed to the kitchen.

"What a very good idea. Table for three tonight, I think. Come on Connor, let's go into the lounge and relax."

Connor nodded, not missing the tone in Lester's voice and followed him into the lounge. Lester slipped off his jacket and hung it over the back of the sofa before sitting and Connor moved over to the liquor cabinet at the end of the room. He removed a tumbler and poured a generous measure of fine whisky into the glass before returning to Lester's side.

He knelt on the floor beside Lester and passed the glass up to him. Lester's hand brushed his head once more and Connor took it for the signal it was, moving to rest his head against Lester's thigh. He settled himself the best he could and closed his eyes in contentment, the hand on his head carding gently through his hair.

The room was still and Connor let his mind drift. He could smell the scent that was unmistakably Lester, his own musky smell and his aftershave now mixing with the fine Scotch. He could hear Becker moving about in the kitchen and could imagine the efficient way he would be preparing the dinner. He could feel Lester moving slightly against him as the glass rose to his lips every so often.

"Have you enjoyed today?" Lester's voice was unexpected but soft.

Connor lifted his head to look at Lester.

"No, it's been bloody torture." He knew that the big grin on his face was giving him away.

Lester chuckled. "If it makes you feel better it's not exactly easy for me either,  knowing that you're all hot and bothered like that. Knowing that you're sitting there hard and desperate. Knowing that you're being stretched and filled and wanting to be the one who is stretching and filling you."

Connor swallowed. He had no idea how Lester could keep such a neutral face and his voice steady when he talked like that. Lester put the tumbler down and leant forward, his face coming close to Connor's, his voice low.

"I think I want you back on that edge now. I want you desperate and needy. I want you hard for me. I did consider giving Becks the remote control for a while, but I've decided that you're all mine tonight. I will decide when you are aroused. I will decide when you are given a reprieve. And I will fuck you. And you will come when I say so and only then. Is that understood?"

Connor nodded dumbly, his voice lost to him.

"Good boy." Lester ran a finger around Connor’s collar before leaning back and letting a small smile playing across his lips. "And I think we'll start now." His hand went back into his pocket and he clicked the button on the remote.

Connor's body jerked as the vibrations hit him suddenly and he tried to smother the gasp escaping his lips.

"Come on Connor, enjoy it. You don't have to hide it now. Move how you want, make noise. Just keep your hands where I can see them."

Connor groaned and started to move his hips. He adjusted his half-kneeling position slightly so that the heel of one foot was under the base of the plug. It applied just enough pressure to nudge it slightly further into his body. His eyes closed and he bit his lip at the sensations.

"Eyes, pet, look at me," Lester commanded and Connor obeyed. He continued to roll his hips, pleasure flowing through his body, his breath quickening and maintaining eye contact with Lester. He could see the other man's fill with lust and his stomach flipped at the sight. His greatest pleasure was pleasing Lester and he could never get enough of it.

"Dinner's ready!" Becker's voice called from the kitchen and abruptly the vibrations stopped. Connor moaned at the loss and Lester raised an eyebrow at him.

"Problem, pet?"

Connor risked a cheeky smile. "I was just starting to enjoy myself."

"Well, it's a good job we were interrupted then, before you enjoyed yourself a little too much. Come on, up."

Connor picked himself up off the floor as Lester rose from the sofa. Slipping an arm around each other, they headed into the dining area of the kitchen. Three bowls of fresh pasta in a creamy sauce with strips of ham sat on the table as well as an open bottle of wine and three glasses.

"This is lovely. Thank you, Becker," Lester said.

Becker shrugged. "It’s just a quick simple thing. Thought it would let us get onto dessert quicker." He shot a grin at Connor, who was now looking a little flushed again. Connor good-humouredly pulled a face back.

Becker and Connor waited for Lester to sit before taking chairs at the table themselves and digging into the food. Lester ate with one hand, his other hand resting in his pocket. Connor ate his pasta and joined in the conversation, but was tense throughout the whole meal, waiting for the vibrations to start again. His cock was achingly hard the entire time just from the anticipation.

Soon they had all finished their meals and shared the bottle of wine among them. They sat back in their chairs and talked for a little longer until Connor began to squirm in his chair.

"Problem?" Lester asked.

"These aren't the softest seats," he replied.

"Oh, of course. That can't be terribly comfortable for you, can it? Well, then, I think it's time we adjourned to somewhere where you can get a little more comfortable. I think the dishes can wait until later."

 

Lester led them both to the bedroom and stopped in the middle of the room. He turned to Becker and Connor and paused for a moment, as if considering his next move.

"Strip."

Connor's hands went immediately to his waistcoat and Becker turned to watch him.

"You too, Becker."

Becker turned to him, an eyebrow raised, before moving to follow the instruction. He lifted his t-shirt and peeled it up and over his head, then threw it to the side of the room. It landed next to Connor's already discarded waistcoat and t-shirt.

While they undressed Lester removed the remote from his pocket and placed it on the arm of the chair that sat by the wall. He stepped to the bedside table and, removing a tube of lube from the drawer, placed it next to the remote. In quick order both men were naked and there was a large puddle of clothes on the floor. Lester regarded them both carefully, looking them over.

"Kneel."

They both obeyed instantly, dropping to their knees gracefully, with practiced precision. While Becker didn’t find himself in this position as often as Connor he was now adept at slipping into the role.

"Such good boys. Now then. My turn."

With that Lester reached up and slowly undid the knot in his tie. He pulled the silk through the collar of his shirt and placed it on the bed. Then he tugged the bottom of his shirt from his trousers and slowly made his way down from his throat, undoing each button one by painful one. Connor and Becker tracked every move with their eyes. This was unusual. Normally one of them would undress him or else removing his clothes would be purely functional, a means to an end. But this was something new, the way Lester was stripping for them, slowly exposing himself to them. And it was thrilling. As Lester's shirt finally made it onto the bed Connor was starting to shiver with anticipation and Becker was licking his lips.

Lester stooped to remove his socks before straightening and pulling at his belt. He undid the buckle and pulled the leather through each belt loop. He glanced between each of the men watching him and paused to wrap the belt around one hand, the end clenched in the other. He pulled the leather tight, tugging sharply to snap the air. A smile danced on his face as both the men inhaled sharply and Connor's eyes glazed over.

Lester allowed himself a full smirk as he unwound the belt again and threw it onto the bed. His fingers moved back to his trousers, slowly pushing the button through the buttonhole and flicking open the inside clasp. He reached for the zip next, still watching Connor and Becker as they tracked the movements of his fingers.

He lowered the zip, then slipped the trousers down his legs, stepping out of them and placing them on the bed. Lester hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his silk boxer shorts and looked at the other two men again. He quirked an eyebrow in question and allowed himself another satisfied smile as both men nodded enthusiastically at him.

He pulled, slid the boxers down and off, tossing them casually away and enjoying the looks on the faces of Becker and Connor.

Lester reached down a hand and took hold of his cock. He started to stroke it lazily, and it swelled and hardened under his touch. He stepped back and sank into the chair, still touching himself. Becker and Connor were once again transfixed by the movement of his hand and he enjoyed the moment.

"Becks, you really gave me a lovely treat today. Tormenting Connor for a day was a lovely present. But I don't think that the gift was just for me, was it? Your motives weren't entirely pure now, were they? For a start you cannot tell me that you didn't enjoy putting it in, did you? Did you spend a long time stretching him first? Your fingers pushing inside, twisting and turning, making him moan. Or did you take him cold and hard, filling him quickly before he could fight back, making him feel the burn of it going in? Either way I know it will have made you hard. And I know you enjoyed watching him squirm as much as I did. So I think it's time we watch you squirm. Connor, come here."

Connor stood and walked the couple of paces to the chair.

"Sit on my lap." Connor gave him a quizzical look and Lester rolled his eyes. "Across my lap, just sit."

Connor did so, letting Lester's hands guide him into position. His arse was on the top of Lester's thighs, close to his stomach, and his legs hung off the side of the chair, between Lester's knees and the chair's arm. He twisted his torso so that he leant back, half against Lester's chest and half against the arm that Lester wrapped around his waist.

Lester's other hand reached for the remote and touched the button. Vibrations shot into Connor's body and he arched his back. Lester hissed as the vibrations ran through his cock which was under the other man's arse. Lester met Becker's eye as his hand left the remote where it was and trailed up Connor's thigh.

"I think the poor boy's been teased enough today, don't you, Becks?"

"Yeah," Becker managed through a dry throat.

Lester's hand had travelled as far as Connor's cock which had quickly hardened. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began to stroke gently. Connor moaned on his lap and began to writhe. He tried to push into Lester's hand at the same time seeking pressure underneath to move the plug inside his body. Lester broke eye contact with Becker and lifted his face to Connor. Connor caught his lips gratefully in a kiss and Lester's other, unoccupied hand, sneaked up to knot itself in Connor's hair, pushing their faces more forcibly together. Connor moaned into his mouth, their tongues exploring each other.

Lester worked Connor's cock, using his thumb to swipe away a bead of pre-come escaping the slit. Connor thrust harder into his hand, his moans become heavier now and Becker groaned from his position on the floor. Lester pulled back from the kiss and could see Becker’s erection standing hard away from his body, practically begging to be touched. But he was pleased to see that Becker’s hands remained still on his thighs.

He used the hand in Conner’s hair to pull his head back. “Stand up and turn around. Bend over.”

Connor did as instructed, placing his hands on his knees to brace himself. The vibrations stopped and Connor felt a tug on the butt plug, before it was pushed back in again. The push and pull lasted a few moments more and Connor gritted his teeth as the sensations brought him even closer to the edge.

“Hold on for me, Connor. I need you to hold on for me. I promise it will be worth your while.”

Connor nodded and tried to hold in a whimper as the plug was finally pulled from his body. He remained where he was as he heard the cap flip on the bottle of lube. He braced himself for the coldness against his hole but it didn’t happen. He stood, bent double and waiting, until he felt hands on his hips guiding him back and down. He looked up and caught Becker’s eye as he sank down onto Lester’s hard, lubed cock, his open body readily accepting the intrusion despite the extra stretch.

He moaned and watched Becker’s eyes widen as he seated himself fully on Lester’s length. He leant back against Lester’s chest and let the older man’s hands move him. Lester ran his hands to the inside of Connor’s thighs and spread them as Lester moved his own legs apart.

Lester called over Connor’s shoulder, “Becker. I want you over here on your knees and I want to see your lips around Connor’s cock. I want him coming in your mouth as I come inside him. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Becker crawled over to the chair and put his hands on their legs before ducking his head and capturing Connor’s cock between his lips. Connor groaned as Lester thrust up inside him. He let his weight rest fully on Lester as his body was pleasured by both men. Lester’s hands gripped his hips firmly, pulling him down as the older man pushed up into his body. Becker took him deep into mouth, bobbing his head in time with Lester’s movements.

Lester swore as his orgasm approached, coaxed along by the sounds coming from Connor and the muffled moans Becker was issuing. He snapped his hips as hard as he could from his position. “Touch yourself, Becker. Come in your hand at our feet. Do it now.”

Becker moaned around Connor’s cock and did as instructed. He was so turned on he knew it wouldn’t take long.

“I’m going to come soon, you’d both better hurry up,” Lester gasped out. The noises he heard in response just encouraged him further and with a last couple of thrusts he grunted as he emptied himself deep into Connor’s body. Connor finally let himself go, a day’s worth of pent-up frustration pumping into Becker’s mouth. Becker swallowed compulsively, tugging hard at himself until he spilled over his own hand.

Becker released Connor and rocked back on his heels. Connor slumped bonelessly against Lester as Lester’s hand snaked around his waist, holding him against him, also trying to get his breath back.

“Well,” panted Connor after a moment, “happy birthday, James.”

Lester huffed out a laugh and Becker smirked, breaking the spell.

“Conn, you need to move. You’re getting heavy, pet.”

Connor leant forward and found his feet, standing on shaky legs.

“Maybe you’re just starting to feel your age, birthday boy,” Connor retorted.

“Careful, Conn,” Becker said, also standing. “He could still run rings around you.”

“Good answer, Becks. And Connor, rest assured you will suffer for that later. Come on, let’s get cleaned up and get to bed.”

Becker and Connor followed him into the en-suite and the three washed themselves and got ready for bed.

Connor crawled into the bed first, scooting into his usual position in the middle. Lester slid onto one side and Becker climbed in last on the other side. Connor rolled over, moving close to Lester, flinging a leg over one of his and resting his head on his shoulder, arm draped across Lester’s chest.

Lester’s arm came across and rested on his elbow. Becker shuffled over and curled his body around Connor’s. He leant across and placed a kiss on Lester’s lips before lying down and resting his arm across both the bodies next to him. Lester dropped a kiss to Connor’s head and felt a replying brush of lips on his chest.

“Good night, boys. Thank you for a lovely birthday.”

“I’m going to have to get more inventive for next year’s present,” Becker muttered, a grin evident in his voice.

“I can’t wait,” Connor replied, the smile in his tone even as his voice started to thicken with sleep.

 

Chapter 13