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jooles34Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 908 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: A very special mention to
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jaynedoll at this point. An age ago, when this verse was still in its infancy, she gave me the idea that led to this chapter, and it is this point that the rest of the fic has been building up to. Thank you so much. AN2: Huge thanks to the lovely
lukadreaming for a great beta and to lsellersfic for my fabulous artwork. AN3: Chapter one here. Previous chapter here.
Lester and Becker chatted happily as they drove home from the ARC together. Connor had been at home all day, enjoying a rare day off and a day to himself. They were both expecting him to be ansty by the time they got home and hoped that he would be eagerly awaiting them. And they had plans. They weren’t going to disappoint him.
Lester turned his car into the underground car park and pulled it into the space earmarked for their flat. They smirked at each other as they knew that the alarm would now be going off on Connor’s phone and that their pet would be making the final preparations to be ready and waiting for them.
As they walked to the lift they shared a final grin, looking forward to the night to come, before standing silently on the journey up, both quietly slipping into their roles.
Becker opened the front door for them both, then stood back to let Lester enter the flat ahead of him. He almost walked into the other man’s back as Lester stopped dead in the hallway. Where there should have been a Connor on his knees waiting for them, there was just empty space.
Becker was instantly on alert. He put a hand on Lester’s shoulder in a silent instruction to stay where he was. He stepped past Lester and motioned for him to stay back. His body tensed and he wished briefly that they had slightly more relaxed rules about taking weapons home as he walked from the hall into the lounge.
The sight that greeted him was not what he expected. Connor was slumped on the sofa, a games controller gripped in his hands and his eyes focused on the TV.
Becker leaned towards Connor and hissed at him. “Connor, what are you doing? We’re back. We’re both back.”
Becker expected the words to have an instant effect on their sub, one that involved a lot of panicked movement. What he didn’t expect was a nonchalant shrug and for Connor to continue playing his game with a non-committal, “That’s nice.”
Becker stared at him. “Connor, if you are trying to push James’ buttons and get a rise out of him, this is not the way to go about it.”
“No, it most certainly is not.”
Becker straightened as Lester came to stand next to him, arms folded across his chest, his face calm but anger radiating off him.
“Do you care to explain yourself, Connor?” Lester asked.
“Not really. But I think you two have some explaining to do.”
Connor indicated with his head towards a bookshelf in the corner of the room. Becker gave him a quizzical look, then moved quickly towards it realising he wasn’t going to get any further explanation. Two books were lying in front of the otherwise neat rows and Becker picked up what was lying on top of the books. His eyes widened with surprise briefly before he dropped his head and swore. Lester pulled his attention from Connor to look at the strip of photographs Becker was now holding out to him. His demeanour changed immediately.
“Connor…”
He stopped abruptly, interrupted as Connor finally threw down his controller and turned to face them.
“It’s a funny thing. You’re so cultured and clever and know so much about things I don’t and I thought I’d try to please you – to be more like you. So I decided to spend my day off reading some of your books. And you’ll never guess what fell out of one.”
Lester looked again at the photos in his hand, avoiding the accusing look in Connor’s eyes. Becker looked over at him seeking guidance, but finding none.
“I didn’t even know I still had these,” Lester said quietly.
Connor snorted and gave him a look that clearly said he didn’t believe him. Lester glanced up before looking back at the strip of passport photos, the kind you used to get when all four were different.
The first showed Lester a few years younger than he was now, posing for the camera. In the next he was laughing, looking at something outside the booth. In the third a man was sprawled haphazardly across his lap and in the fouth the pair were enjoying a passionate kiss.
Despite how much younger he looked and the fact that he was attached to Lester’s face, it was clear the other man was Becker.
Becker found his voice first. “It’s not what it looks like Connor.”
The look Connor shot him almost made the soldier step back; the amount of anger behind the hurt in his eyes was overwhelming and something he had never seen from the other man before.
“I’m staying at Abby’s tonight,” Connor said, finally standing. He picked up his bag and jacket from next to the sofa and headed for the door.
Lester moved to step in his way, “Connor, don’t go?” It came out as a question, a quiet plea, but to Connor reacted as if it was an order.
“No. You don’t get to tell me what to do any more.” He reached into his pocket and pressed the contents into Lester’s hand. Then he was gone out of the lounge without a backward glance.
The sound of the front door slamming resonated loudly in Becker and Lester’s ears. Lester opened his hand and stared brokenly at the silver collar that Connor had returned to him.
