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knitekatTitle: Be Careful What You Wish For (1/4)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2380 of ~10755
Characters: Becker/Lester, OCs
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: bonus points for gategurl's prompt: Lester/Becker: Lester has been holding back in bed, Becker provokes Lester into letting go and gets thoroughly ravished. Bonus: marking, dominance, rough sex, rimming, growling.
A/N 2: Thank go to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings (all parts):angst, blood/gore, felching, rimming, spanking, knotting, sex in animal form
Teamfest character: Becker
Continues in Part 2.
Becker groaned when Lester kissed his neck as he carefully pulled free. He turned in his lover's arms and found himself studying Lester. Even after giving Becker a hard fuck, he just looked contented, not flushed or sated or well-fucked – or whatever the description was when you fucked someone. Becker mentally shook his head at that thought. Worrying about terminology was more Connor's thing and he really didn't want to be thinking about their resident geek when he was post-coital in bed with Lester.
Becker's musings ground to a halt when Lester's began to nuzzle his nipple and he gave a needy moan when Lester started to suck and bite at the pebbled nub. “Please.”
Lester released Becker's nipple with a pop and smirked up at his lover. “Slut.”
Becker could hardly disagree, especially since he was eagerly obeying Lester's touches as his lover moved him into position – on his hands and knees with his arse stuck in the air. Lester's kisses and nibbles left a trail of fire down his spine to his arse. Becker eagerly lifted his hips and moaned for more when Lester eased open his cheeks and licked a stripe along his crack. It felt so bloody good when Lester began to lick over his skin and he pushed back when Lester's tongue pressed into his body. His cock began to firm and he gasped when Lester's hand curled around his renewed erection and Becker didn't know whether to thrust into Lester's fist or push back onto his tongue, all he knew was that he wanted both.
He could feel Lester breathing against his damp skin and slowly it dawned on Becker, even through the haze of pleasure, that his lover's breathing hadn't altered. He craned his head and managed to glimpse Lester's own arousal and frowned. How could his lover be that hard and yet not be panting with need? Was Lester just using him as a convenient and submissive hole to fuck until someone better came along?
He barely noticed when Lester replaced his tongue with his fingers, pushing them in and out of Becker's open body as he watched Becker. If Becker had been paying attention, he would have seen a look of concern flash across Lester's face before his fingers stopped moving and then pulled free.
As it was, the sudden cessation of pleasure left Becker both confused and a mess of wants and needs and he let out a distraught whimper. Why the hell had Lester stopped now? Had he done something wrong?
Lester sounded amazingly calm and collected for a man who had recently been reducing Becker's functional braincells to zero. “Problem?”
Becker shook his head as he attempted to marshal enough brain cells to answer Lester's question with something other than 'Yes, you're not fucking me', finally he settled on being honest. “No. Just thinking.”
“Ah, the reason for the expression of extreme concentration on your face.” Lester ran a hand possessively over Becker's rump. “And what is so important it distracted you from my tongue up your arse?”
Becker swallowed. It was silly thing to be worried about, after all, Lester seemed to enjoy himself and he hadn't kicked Becker out of his bed – yet. And it was that nagging yet that worried him. If he wasn't satisfying Lester, if he wasn't making his lover lose himself in the moment, would he lose Lester to someone who could?
Lester nudged him, a look of fleeting concern crossing his face once more. “Becks?”
“It's nothing.” Becker decided discretion was the best idea, for he had no wish to precipitate their breakup if Lester was content with the way things were. At least Becker would have someone for a few more short... whatever and he planned to make good use of that time.
“No, it's not nothing.” Lester's hand fondled Becker's arse as he spoke. “Not if it distracts you from being felched. Just... please tell me what's wrong.”
Becker swallowed as he heard the near pleading tone in his lover's voice. Maybe he deserved to lose Lester to someone else, someone better. He just couldn't think with Lester's fingers playing with his hole. They certainly didn't help his self-control one bit and Becker almost groaned when he blurted out, “You like fucking me?”
Fuck! So much for not mentioning it. Fuck his bloody subconscious, it was as bad as that time his mother had gone on and on at him about settling down with a nice girl. His subconscious had just had to blurt out he was gay and more than happy with his boyfriend. The look of disgust and horror on his mother's face had said it all and Becker had never been so glad for the anomaly alert that had allowed him to escape the coming confrontation. He hadn't been back since and now he was about to lose that lover, just because his subconscious didn't understand when he had a good thing and keep its mouth shut.
“What do you think?” Becker moaned in loss when Lester removed his fingers and asked, his voice soft and edged with worry, “Becks, you can tell me anything.”
“I...” Becker sighed. “It's stupid.”
“Not if you're worried about it.”
Lester's hands were comforting as he stroked them firmly and possessively over Becker's body and Becker couldn't resist lifting his arse for more.
“Tell me, Becks.” Lester smiled. “I don't bite.”
“That's just it,” Becker exploded before burying his head against the pillow with a groan and hope for suffocation to end his misery. When it didn't, he could do nothing but wait for Lester's reaction, each second seeming to last an eternity.
When Lester finally spoke his voice was puzzled and Becker could also detect a hint of wariness. “You want me to bite you?”
Becker felt himself blush when his cock twitched at the thought and he heard Lester's knowing chuckle. He squirmed in embarrassment, imagining his whole naked and on-display body was bright red, and desperate to cover himself. Not that Lester was willing to allow him that, instead he rolled Becker on to his back and he found his hands pinned above his head and a knee insinuated between his thighs. The barely-there caress on his cock felt so good and he wanted more, desperately lifting his hips as he sought more contact. “Please.”
“Becks?” Lester just had to prod, he was obviously not going to drop the subject or have mercy on Becker until his question was answered. “Talk to me.”
When Becker kept his mouth firmly shut – and his subconscious thankfully remained quiet – Lester moved, releasing his wrists and pulling away from him. “Don't leave me!” Fuck!
Lester chuckled softly and ran a hand over Becker's chest, tangling his fingers in the hair there before following the treasure trail down to firmly grasp Becker's cock as though he owned it. “Why would I want to do that?”
Becker bucked up into Lester's grip but still couldn't meet his eyes. His voice almost a whisper as he revealed what was bothering him. “It just... you don't let go when we shag. It's like you're holding back.” His voice trailed off to almost nothing as he added, “Don't I turn you on?”
“Ah.”
Lester almost sounded self-conscious, something Becker wasn't used to hearing from his in-control and dominant lover, and he risked looking up to meet Lester's eyes. “James?”
“It's complicated.”
Becker could see the thoughts flicking across his lover's face as Lester considered and abandoned each one. Oh fuck, why had he said anything? He was going to lose Lester and all because he had to rock the boat.
Once again, Becker had never been so happy for the ringing of their phones and the news that there was yet another anomaly alert. He almost leapt from their – or maybe it was just Lester's again – bed and hurriedly began to dress. He yelped when Lester pulled him into his arms and nuzzled his neck possessively. “We'll speak later, Becks.”
Becker nodded, knowing he'd lost Lester but unwilling to disobey the implicit order. Why the fuck had he opened his mouth?
Becker sat in the passenger seat of Lester's Jaguar and fidgeted uncomfortable. He kept opening his mouth and closing it. Lester had told him they would speak later and later it would be. It was a relief when they finally pulled into the ARC underground car-park and Becker knew he would have space to think, to figure out how he'd save their relationship. A slight smile flickered across his face. Lester always said he looked good on his knees.
“Penny for them?”
Lester's voice jolted Becker out of his thoughts and he looked up into Lester's amused eyes, as he was now standing outside the car. “Oh.” Becker quickly scrambled out of the car, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Lester's smirk didn't help and Becker desperately said the first thing that came into his mind. “Just thinking about sucking your dick.”
Oh fuck!
Lester's eye widened and he shot a quick glance around before quirked an eyebrow at Becker. “Maybe this is not quite the time and place for this discussion.”
Becker swallowed and nodded, mentally kicking himself yet again. Not that what he and Lester had – once had – was a secret, and, oh god, that was going to make their break-up that much harder to deal with. He almost shuddered at the thought of Jess offering him a shoulder to cry on. He needed to go, now, before he put his foot in his mouth any further and Lester just dumped him here and now. “I... um, need to get ready.”
Lester nodded, a slight smile playing over his lips.
Becker closed his eyes and bit back a sigh when Connor read out the location of the anomaly, bloody hell, why did it have to be at Chequers? Just when he needed time to think, Lester would be accompanying them to the anomaly. Although, on the positive side, it meant Becker wouldn't have to soothe any ruffled political feathers well trying to locate any intrusion. The only good thing he could see was he'd be travelling down with his team, appearance and all for once in his life he was glad Lester was old-fashioned.
Although he had hoped to spare some time on the journey to think over his predicament, Becker found himself having to field calls from the on-site security and repeatedly inform them that, no, they were not to try to manage the situation by themselves.
It was almost a relief when they finally arrived and he could take over the operation personally. A brief smile flashed across Becker's face when Lester was almost immediately dragged off to deal with the politicians. With his lover occupied and the local security firmly told to mind their charges, that left Becker to deal with the immediately problem – the anomaly.
Becker almost groaned as he studied the map security had reluctantly provided and then only after a word from Lester. Becker saw little option, not with the amount of ground they had to cover and the limited amount of time before either the politicians kicked up a fuss or one of the security staff decided they wanted some action. He would have to split the team up, sending Connor and the rest of the science team to track down the anomaly, under escort, and have the remainder of his men start checking the area. Hopefully Abby would be able to tell him if a creature had come through while Connor sealed the anomaly. For now, though, he ordered his men to be on high alert, to treat this as a red zone. He turned to Jones and asked, “Ready?”
“Ready, boss.”
Becker took point, his EMD sweeping the area and trusting Jones to watch his back. They slowly advanced, quartering their designated search area diligently, even though most of it was well-maintained shrubs and low trees, but Becker wouldn't skip them just to reach the somewhat ramshackle buildings that were the most likely hiding place for any creature.
Becker tensed when he heard the shouts of his men and the sounds of EMDs being repeatedly fired. He spared a quick thought for Lester, hoping his lover was still safe and sound inside the main building, protected behind all the security Chequers possessed. No matter how much he wanted to check, he couldn't – he had to do his job first.
Distracted by his thoughts, the first Becker knew of danger was the strangled scream from Jones. He spun, EMD raised and firing almost before he'd even identified the creature mauling Jones. Fuck, future predators, all he needed. As he moved to check on Jones, Becker paused to put another shot into the creature's head, just to make sure.
Becker knelt down beside Jones and tried to look encouraging as he took in the damage that was once again his fault for not doing his job properly. Jones gasped something and Becker leaned in to listen, only belatedly recognising the warning look in Jones' eyes. He spun around too late, grunting as a second predator leapt at him, sending him crashing to the ground, expelling all the air from his lungs and sending his EMD clattering out of reach.
He groaned, his head ringing as he gasped for air. He flinched as claws bit into his ankle, even through his boot, and he ended up with a face fall of dirt as the creature started to drag him away. Becker coughed, spitting out the dirt in his mouth. His fingers left grooves in the ground as he tried to find something to hang on to, or even a weapon he could use against it, but his searching fingers found nothing. He realised he was being dragged into one of the buildings and managed to hold onto the door frame for a moment before the predator tugged sharply and he was dragged into the gloom.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2380 of ~10755
Characters: Becker/Lester, OCs
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: bonus points for gategurl's prompt: Lester/Becker: Lester has been holding back in bed, Becker provokes Lester into letting go and gets thoroughly ravished. Bonus: marking, dominance, rough sex, rimming, growling.
A/N 2: Thank go to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings (all parts):
Teamfest character: Becker
Continues in Part 2.
Becker groaned when Lester kissed his neck as he carefully pulled free. He turned in his lover's arms and found himself studying Lester. Even after giving Becker a hard fuck, he just looked contented, not flushed or sated or well-fucked – or whatever the description was when you fucked someone. Becker mentally shook his head at that thought. Worrying about terminology was more Connor's thing and he really didn't want to be thinking about their resident geek when he was post-coital in bed with Lester.
Becker's musings ground to a halt when Lester's began to nuzzle his nipple and he gave a needy moan when Lester started to suck and bite at the pebbled nub. “Please.”
Lester released Becker's nipple with a pop and smirked up at his lover. “Slut.”
Becker could hardly disagree, especially since he was eagerly obeying Lester's touches as his lover moved him into position – on his hands and knees with his arse stuck in the air. Lester's kisses and nibbles left a trail of fire down his spine to his arse. Becker eagerly lifted his hips and moaned for more when Lester eased open his cheeks and licked a stripe along his crack. It felt so bloody good when Lester began to lick over his skin and he pushed back when Lester's tongue pressed into his body. His cock began to firm and he gasped when Lester's hand curled around his renewed erection and Becker didn't know whether to thrust into Lester's fist or push back onto his tongue, all he knew was that he wanted both.
He could feel Lester breathing against his damp skin and slowly it dawned on Becker, even through the haze of pleasure, that his lover's breathing hadn't altered. He craned his head and managed to glimpse Lester's own arousal and frowned. How could his lover be that hard and yet not be panting with need? Was Lester just using him as a convenient and submissive hole to fuck until someone better came along?
He barely noticed when Lester replaced his tongue with his fingers, pushing them in and out of Becker's open body as he watched Becker. If Becker had been paying attention, he would have seen a look of concern flash across Lester's face before his fingers stopped moving and then pulled free.
As it was, the sudden cessation of pleasure left Becker both confused and a mess of wants and needs and he let out a distraught whimper. Why the hell had Lester stopped now? Had he done something wrong?
Lester sounded amazingly calm and collected for a man who had recently been reducing Becker's functional braincells to zero. “Problem?”
Becker shook his head as he attempted to marshal enough brain cells to answer Lester's question with something other than 'Yes, you're not fucking me', finally he settled on being honest. “No. Just thinking.”
“Ah, the reason for the expression of extreme concentration on your face.” Lester ran a hand possessively over Becker's rump. “And what is so important it distracted you from my tongue up your arse?”
Becker swallowed. It was silly thing to be worried about, after all, Lester seemed to enjoy himself and he hadn't kicked Becker out of his bed – yet. And it was that nagging yet that worried him. If he wasn't satisfying Lester, if he wasn't making his lover lose himself in the moment, would he lose Lester to someone who could?
Lester nudged him, a look of fleeting concern crossing his face once more. “Becks?”
“It's nothing.” Becker decided discretion was the best idea, for he had no wish to precipitate their breakup if Lester was content with the way things were. At least Becker would have someone for a few more short... whatever and he planned to make good use of that time.
“No, it's not nothing.” Lester's hand fondled Becker's arse as he spoke. “Not if it distracts you from being felched. Just... please tell me what's wrong.”
Becker swallowed as he heard the near pleading tone in his lover's voice. Maybe he deserved to lose Lester to someone else, someone better. He just couldn't think with Lester's fingers playing with his hole. They certainly didn't help his self-control one bit and Becker almost groaned when he blurted out, “You like fucking me?”
Fuck! So much for not mentioning it. Fuck his bloody subconscious, it was as bad as that time his mother had gone on and on at him about settling down with a nice girl. His subconscious had just had to blurt out he was gay and more than happy with his boyfriend. The look of disgust and horror on his mother's face had said it all and Becker had never been so glad for the anomaly alert that had allowed him to escape the coming confrontation. He hadn't been back since and now he was about to lose that lover, just because his subconscious didn't understand when he had a good thing and keep its mouth shut.
“What do you think?” Becker moaned in loss when Lester removed his fingers and asked, his voice soft and edged with worry, “Becks, you can tell me anything.”
“I...” Becker sighed. “It's stupid.”
“Not if you're worried about it.”
Lester's hands were comforting as he stroked them firmly and possessively over Becker's body and Becker couldn't resist lifting his arse for more.
“Tell me, Becks.” Lester smiled. “I don't bite.”
“That's just it,” Becker exploded before burying his head against the pillow with a groan and hope for suffocation to end his misery. When it didn't, he could do nothing but wait for Lester's reaction, each second seeming to last an eternity.
When Lester finally spoke his voice was puzzled and Becker could also detect a hint of wariness. “You want me to bite you?”
Becker felt himself blush when his cock twitched at the thought and he heard Lester's knowing chuckle. He squirmed in embarrassment, imagining his whole naked and on-display body was bright red, and desperate to cover himself. Not that Lester was willing to allow him that, instead he rolled Becker on to his back and he found his hands pinned above his head and a knee insinuated between his thighs. The barely-there caress on his cock felt so good and he wanted more, desperately lifting his hips as he sought more contact. “Please.”
“Becks?” Lester just had to prod, he was obviously not going to drop the subject or have mercy on Becker until his question was answered. “Talk to me.”
When Becker kept his mouth firmly shut – and his subconscious thankfully remained quiet – Lester moved, releasing his wrists and pulling away from him. “Don't leave me!” Fuck!
Lester chuckled softly and ran a hand over Becker's chest, tangling his fingers in the hair there before following the treasure trail down to firmly grasp Becker's cock as though he owned it. “Why would I want to do that?”
Becker bucked up into Lester's grip but still couldn't meet his eyes. His voice almost a whisper as he revealed what was bothering him. “It just... you don't let go when we shag. It's like you're holding back.” His voice trailed off to almost nothing as he added, “Don't I turn you on?”
“Ah.”
Lester almost sounded self-conscious, something Becker wasn't used to hearing from his in-control and dominant lover, and he risked looking up to meet Lester's eyes. “James?”
“It's complicated.”
Becker could see the thoughts flicking across his lover's face as Lester considered and abandoned each one. Oh fuck, why had he said anything? He was going to lose Lester and all because he had to rock the boat.
Once again, Becker had never been so happy for the ringing of their phones and the news that there was yet another anomaly alert. He almost leapt from their – or maybe it was just Lester's again – bed and hurriedly began to dress. He yelped when Lester pulled him into his arms and nuzzled his neck possessively. “We'll speak later, Becks.”
Becker nodded, knowing he'd lost Lester but unwilling to disobey the implicit order. Why the fuck had he opened his mouth?
***
Becker sat in the passenger seat of Lester's Jaguar and fidgeted uncomfortable. He kept opening his mouth and closing it. Lester had told him they would speak later and later it would be. It was a relief when they finally pulled into the ARC underground car-park and Becker knew he would have space to think, to figure out how he'd save their relationship. A slight smile flickered across his face. Lester always said he looked good on his knees.
“Penny for them?”
Lester's voice jolted Becker out of his thoughts and he looked up into Lester's amused eyes, as he was now standing outside the car. “Oh.” Becker quickly scrambled out of the car, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Lester's smirk didn't help and Becker desperately said the first thing that came into his mind. “Just thinking about sucking your dick.”
Oh fuck!
Lester's eye widened and he shot a quick glance around before quirked an eyebrow at Becker. “Maybe this is not quite the time and place for this discussion.”
Becker swallowed and nodded, mentally kicking himself yet again. Not that what he and Lester had – once had – was a secret, and, oh god, that was going to make their break-up that much harder to deal with. He almost shuddered at the thought of Jess offering him a shoulder to cry on. He needed to go, now, before he put his foot in his mouth any further and Lester just dumped him here and now. “I... um, need to get ready.”
Lester nodded, a slight smile playing over his lips.
***
Becker closed his eyes and bit back a sigh when Connor read out the location of the anomaly, bloody hell, why did it have to be at Chequers? Just when he needed time to think, Lester would be accompanying them to the anomaly. Although, on the positive side, it meant Becker wouldn't have to soothe any ruffled political feathers well trying to locate any intrusion. The only good thing he could see was he'd be travelling down with his team, appearance and all for once in his life he was glad Lester was old-fashioned.
Although he had hoped to spare some time on the journey to think over his predicament, Becker found himself having to field calls from the on-site security and repeatedly inform them that, no, they were not to try to manage the situation by themselves.
It was almost a relief when they finally arrived and he could take over the operation personally. A brief smile flashed across Becker's face when Lester was almost immediately dragged off to deal with the politicians. With his lover occupied and the local security firmly told to mind their charges, that left Becker to deal with the immediately problem – the anomaly.
Becker almost groaned as he studied the map security had reluctantly provided and then only after a word from Lester. Becker saw little option, not with the amount of ground they had to cover and the limited amount of time before either the politicians kicked up a fuss or one of the security staff decided they wanted some action. He would have to split the team up, sending Connor and the rest of the science team to track down the anomaly, under escort, and have the remainder of his men start checking the area. Hopefully Abby would be able to tell him if a creature had come through while Connor sealed the anomaly. For now, though, he ordered his men to be on high alert, to treat this as a red zone. He turned to Jones and asked, “Ready?”
“Ready, boss.”
Becker took point, his EMD sweeping the area and trusting Jones to watch his back. They slowly advanced, quartering their designated search area diligently, even though most of it was well-maintained shrubs and low trees, but Becker wouldn't skip them just to reach the somewhat ramshackle buildings that were the most likely hiding place for any creature.
Becker tensed when he heard the shouts of his men and the sounds of EMDs being repeatedly fired. He spared a quick thought for Lester, hoping his lover was still safe and sound inside the main building, protected behind all the security Chequers possessed. No matter how much he wanted to check, he couldn't – he had to do his job first.
Distracted by his thoughts, the first Becker knew of danger was the strangled scream from Jones. He spun, EMD raised and firing almost before he'd even identified the creature mauling Jones. Fuck, future predators, all he needed. As he moved to check on Jones, Becker paused to put another shot into the creature's head, just to make sure.
Becker knelt down beside Jones and tried to look encouraging as he took in the damage that was once again his fault for not doing his job properly. Jones gasped something and Becker leaned in to listen, only belatedly recognising the warning look in Jones' eyes. He spun around too late, grunting as a second predator leapt at him, sending him crashing to the ground, expelling all the air from his lungs and sending his EMD clattering out of reach.
He groaned, his head ringing as he gasped for air. He flinched as claws bit into his ankle, even through his boot, and he ended up with a face fall of dirt as the creature started to drag him away. Becker coughed, spitting out the dirt in his mouth. His fingers left grooves in the ground as he tried to find something to hang on to, or even a weapon he could use against it, but his searching fingers found nothing. He realised he was being dragged into one of the buildings and managed to hold onto the door frame for a moment before the predator tugged sharply and he was dragged into the gloom.
