Reward and Punishment

[jooles34]

Title: Reward and Punishment
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker
Words: 1.404
Rating, Warnings: 18, Pissing fucking, D/s themes
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval, no copyright infringement intended
Spoilers: None.
AN: Written as a thank you to fredbassett for all the betaing she has been doing for me. She very politely requested the neat and tidy Becker on the receiving end. *veg*

“Are you ready yet, captain?”

“No, sir.”

“Very well.”

Lester hadn’t bothered looking at the young man as he spoke to him, knowing it was pointless. He was sitting at his desk, working, while Becker stood in front of the desk at attention. He had been standing that way for a while now, long after everyone else had gone home, and must have been hurting by now.

But that wasn’t the only thing causing the hint of strain in the soldier’s voice.

Lester worked silently for another fifteen minutes.

“Any closer to being ready yet, Becker?”

“No. Sir.”

The defiance in his voice was strong, but the tension was even thicker than last time. Lester gave himself a small smile of satisfaction.

A few moments later Lester spotted a slight movement.

“Stand still, captain,” he barked at him. “If you can’t stand still you know what to do.”

“I’m fine,” Becker growled back through clenched teeth.

“And mind your manners while you’re at it,” Lester retorted, still not dignifying Becker with so much as a glance.

It was only a matter of minutes before Lester noticed more fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. He allowed himself a small smile, but decided not to comment. Ten minutes later and Lester was becoming increasingly impressed with Becker’s stamina. He would reward him for this. But not today. Today was about punishment and Becker had to learn his lesson. Rewarding him today would send mixed messages.

“Sir…”

Lester looked up now as there was a hint of a whine in Becker’s normally steady voice.

“Are you ready now, Becker?”

“Sir, please. Don’t make me.”

Lester put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, arms resting casually on the armrests.

“You questioned me in front of the team, Becker. You know better than that. If you want to disagree with me professionally, you may do so in private; I will not be undermined in front of my team. You need to remember your place. And what is your place?”

“With you, sir.”

“Try again.”

“I belong to you, sir. I am yours to do with as you please.”

“Much better.”

“But, sir, please. It hurts.”

Lester pretended to consider the request.

“Okay, you may stand at ease. Relax.”

Becker moved into position and winced as he did.

“Please,” he said again.

“I thought I told you to relax.”

“I can’t. Not here.”

“You can and you will,” Lester countered.

“Sir?”

Becker’s tone was now distinctly pleading and Lester shifted in his seat, his growing erection starting to become uncomfortable.

“I want it, Becker, so you will do it. Understood?”

Lester watched the battle play out on Becker’s face.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good. Do it now.”

Becker’s cheeks tinged red and he blinked rapidly, but it didn’t hide the tears of shame that swum in his eyes.

“I said now,” Lester repeated.

Becker’s eyes closed but Lester tried to keep his face impassive regardless. He watched silently as Becker made an effort to relax his muscles. A muffled sound escaped him as he bit his lip and a small shiver ran through his body. Lester watched as a dark spot appeared at Becker’s groin and spread across the front of his tight, black combats. Becker let out a groan and Lester could no longer help himself. He pressed a hand to his hard cock, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Without even being aware of his own actions he started to rub himself rhythmically through his trousers.

Becker took a deep breath and opened his eyes, still bright with humiliation, looking straight at Lester.

Lester had been intending to wait until they got home for the next bit, but there was no way his body would allow him that. He wanted Becker and he wanted him now. He moved quickly from behind the desk and approached the other man, pleased that his desk was relatively clear.

“Closer to the desk, undo your trousers, but keep them up,” Lester said as he moved behind him.

Becker shuffled closer to the desk, undoing his trousers, but holding them closed and up. Lester pressed in close behind him and pushing Becker’s hand out of the way, gripped the dry waistband of his trousers, above the zip. He pulled up on the trousers, using them to lift Becker’s cock and testicles, knowing and not caring how much discomfort it would bring the soldier. He used his body to push Becker forwards.

Once Becker was pressed against the desk, Lester bent him forwards so his body lay on the wood. He then pulled at the back of Becker’s trousers, yanking them down just over his arse, and taking his underwear with them. He made sure that Becker’s genitals were on top of the desk, still encased in the warm, wet material.

Lester reached a hand into one of Becker’s pockets, pleased to see that he was sticking to the rule of carrying lube on him at all time. Lester ripped the packet open and slicked his cock. He pressed it against Becker’s arse and pushed forwards.

The position of Becker’s trousers was keeping his legs pressed tightly together and added to the lack of preparation to make Becker deliciously tight. Lester groaned as he pushed himself in. He moved slowly, but pushed himself all the way in without stopping.

“Tell me again,” Lester said to Becker, reaching forwards and knotting a hand in his hair.

“I am yours,” Becker grunted, clearly struggling to accommodate Lester in this position.

“Again,”

“Yours. I am yours, sir.”

Lester knew he wasn’t going to last long, so he didn’t bother trying. He thrust hard and deep into Becker’s body. He wasn’t intending to give Becker any release and knew that in the position Becker was in, trapped in his wet trousers, it was unlikely anyway.

He gripped hard onto Becker’s body and hair as he pushed into him. Becker was moaning underneath him and making indistinct noises. Lester gave an extra hard thrust and Becker turned his face. Suddenly his sounds were clear.

“Yours, yours, yours,” he was repeating over and over again.

“Mine,” Lester growled and came hard, buried deep inside Becker.

He rested there a minute, leaning over Becker’s back, both of them breathing deeply. Lester gently caressed Becker’s scalp, and in the process ensured that not a single carefully styled hair was left in place. Then he pulled out slowly, wiping his limp cock against Becker’s arse before tucking himself back into his trousers. Then he pulled Becker’s underwear and trousers back up to his waist.

“Stand up, Becker, and do yourself up.”

Becker straightened from the desk and fastened his trousers, hair mussed across his head and flopping over one eye. Lester saw him wince and couldn’t resist a small smirk at the knowledge that as well as the front of his usually pristine combats being soaked, come would now be leaking out of his arse. Once again Lester found himself re-thinking his previous decisions.

“You have a choice. I want you to stay as you are and let me drive you home like that, and stay as you are until I tell you otherwise. But, if you prefer, you can go to the locker rooms and change before we leave.”

Lester watched as another battle played itself out over Becker’s face. Then his shoulders slumped.

“I’ll stay as I am, sir, for as long as you like.”

Lester smiled, a warm genuine smile.

“You have made me very proud of you, Becker.  As you have been so good I will reward you later tonight. Would you like that?”

Becker gave him a grateful, and endearingly shy, smile.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Come on, then. To the car.”

As an extra reward Lester passed Becker an empty folder from his desk to carry in front of him. As they walked through the ARC they passed a cleaner. Lester stopped him, pressing folded notes into his hand.

“Sorry, there has been a spillage by the desk in my office. Could you please ensure it is cleaned up?”

The cleaner looked down at his hand.

“Yes, sir, certainly.” And he moved off quickly towards the office.

“Shouldn’t that have been my job in the morning, sir?” Becker asked.

“Another reward. You can thank me later,” Lester replied.

“Would be my pleasure, sir,” Becker returned, a smile broad on his face now.