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Primeval fic: Not A Good Day (2/2)
Title: Not A Good Day (2/2)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 3030 of 5885
Characters: James Lester, Jess Parker, Hilary Becker, Matt Anderson, OC
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: A/N: Bonus points Includes gategurl's prompt: Lester/Becker: Trapped together in a confined space. Sexy times ensues. Bonus: First time. Bonus-Bonus: Becker redresses Lester afterwards and for Fluffbingo: Kissing.
A/N 2: Many thanks go to Fifi for the beta, cheers m'dear
Warning: Spoilers for S5 episode 6.
Teamfest character: James Lester
Continues from Part 1 and continues in All's Well That Ends Well.
I woke to a world of pain, the wounds in my chest and side burning and sending insistent spikes of pain to my brain. It even bloody hurt to breathe and I was forced to take shallow pants. I sensed a shadow moving over me and I reacted without thinking, striking out and fuck, that hurt. I bit my lip almost through as I fought the pain and managed to open my eyes to see Jess looking at me in a mixture of shock and fear. I watched her mouth open and close but I couldn't make sense of the words.
Jess' voice slowly became clear to me. “James? Oh god. James? Are you... no, of course you aren't.”
I managed to smile at that, although it turned into a frown when I noticed the blood on her face. “Jess? Hurt?”
Jess' smile faltered before she gingerly took my hand and I realised it was her that I had struck out at. “Shh, James. I know it hurts.”
I shook my head. “No. You hurt.” Good god, being injured was no excuse for not using proper English. I tried again. “Are you hurt?” When Jess just gave me a confused look, I gritted my teeth and managed to lift an arm to her face, brushing the trail of blood. I frowned as more blood appeared on her face and looked almost dumbly at my bloodied hand.
“No, James. I'm fine.”
Jess might be uninjured but I knew she was scared. She looked around the armoury before moving away from me and as much as I wanted to call her back, I knew leaving me would improve the chances of her own survival. A hand gently shook my shoulder and I reluctantly opened eyes that felt held down by lead weights. I just looked up at Jess' worried face for several moments. “You're still here?”
Jess just blinked at me before I saw understanding blossom in her face. “I'm not leaving you, James,” she told me in a firm voice and then raised her hand to show me something. It took me a moment to recognise a EMD pistol. “It's fully charged.”
I managed a smile at that, at least Jess would be able to defend herself. I must have drifted again, for the next thing I knew pain was lancing through my body and I woke to find myself curled on my side, Jess stroking my hair and apologising over and over again. It took some effort, but I slowly managed to uncurl without causing myself too much pain.
“Sorry. I'm sorry. I was just trying to help.” Jess was almost babbling and I really didn't need her to fall to pieces on me now.
“It's fine,” I told her, even though the pain was now an insistent dull throb.
Jess didn't look like she believed me but had instead decided to humour me. I wasn't sure I liked the implication of that or that she had been using my given name, but I wasn't going to press for an answer. There were some things better left unknown.
“Do you think you can walk?” Jess' question seemed out of place and it took me a moment to quirk an eyebrow in query. Jess smiled, “We can't stay here and Becker will go to the hub first.”
I rather doubted I could move and I knew Jess wouldn't be able to carry me. “Go on.”
“I told you I'm not leaving you.” Jess had that look on her face, the one that said I'd lose an argument with her if I tried to disagree. My wife – soon to be ex-wife I hoped – had worn the same expression often enough. “Please try, James. For me.”
I swallowed and cursed her loyalty. It bloody hurt to move but I finally managed to get to my knees, although I was left covered in sweat and panting in pain. Jess tried to help me gain my feet, but she was a mere slip of a girl and it took almost all my remaining strength to stand. The room spun around me and I would have fallen but for Jess propping me up.
Once I had regained enough of my control to consider moving I slowly took my weight from Jess, only to have her sling my arm around her shoulders and tug me towards the door. She wouldn't be able to shoot very well with me hanging from her but I hadn't the strength to spare to tell her, not when it took every ounce to even put one foot in front of the other. I followed where Jess led me, unaware of time and place and lost in my memories.
“Wake up, please, James. Wake up.”
The fear in her voice was enough for me to open my eyes and look up at her and behind her, to the ceiling. Ah, I must have collapsed. I certainly felt so tired and the pain was still shooting along my nerves. I just wished it would stop, and I let my eyes drift closed, welcoming the darkness and peace. I hissed when Jess jostled me awake once more, but I knew I would not remain so for long. I had lost too much blood and any rescue would not come in time. “Tell Becker,” I began before Jess shook her head at me. “Jess?”
“No. You can tell him yourself.” Jess blinked back tears. “I didn't go to all that trouble...”
Her voice died as I just looked at her, shock clearing my mind as I realised it had been down to her when all this time I had been blaming – although that wasn't quite the right word – Connor for Becker and myself being stuck in that lift. “You?”
Jess smiled guiltily. “It was getting silly. You were interested in Becker and he was mooning over you. Someone had to do something and,” Jess shrugged, “I was there.”
I snorted carefully and allowed my mind to wander back to the first time Becker had kissed me. It was a lovely memory and, well, if I was going to die, it would be a lovely last thought.
It had been another bad day, although not compared to my current predicament. I'd had a long and unproductive meeting with the minister and I wasn't in a good mood even before the lift had come to a sudden and jarring halt. Toppling over into Becker's arms had been even less pleasant, although mostly because it had meant I was far too close to him. He was far too pretty on the eyes and being that close to him made me all hot and bothered. It was torture when I knew he was interested in Miss Parker and certainly not a middle-aged civil servant with a line in sarcasm. After all, why would he be when he could have a sweet young thing like Jess Parker?
Not that those thoughts stopped my eyes flickering over Becker and taking in the way his black combats clung to his firm body and, fuck, the last thing I needed was to get hard from just thinking about Becker. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cool lift wall as I tried to ignore the sounds of Becker moving around the lift and to rein in my fantasies of what we could get up to until we were freed. I must admit I had little success.
Distracted as I was by my pleasant musings, I almost jumped when I felt something brush against my hand and I opened my eyes to find Becker standing well within my personal space, a slight smirk on the ex-soldier's face. I opened my mouth to ask what the bloody hell he thought he was doing, and found myself being kissed, with Becker's tongue making a very thorough inspection of my mouth. When he stepped back with a self-satisfied look on his face, instead of tearing him a new one I found myself licking my lips and just blinking at Becker. He couldn't actually want me?
“Lester?” Becker's smug expression grew with each moment I remained silent. He seemed to take it as an invitation to step closer and press another kiss against my lips. He was a very good kisser and I moaned softly when his mouth trailed over my skin as he nibbled at my jaw. It felt wonderful and successfully distracted me from his fingers loosening my tie before they began to unbutton my shirt.
Sudden awareness of my – our – situation and that we could be disturbed at any moment had me grasping his shoulders to shove him away. However, when his lips trailed over my chest and his mouth latched onto one of my nipples to bite and tease, I found myself groaning and pulling Becker closer.
I moaned in loss when Becker let my nipple pop from his mouth and he grinned up at me. “Do you know what I want to do with you?” He didn't have the decency to wait for an answer before he continued, “I want to suck your dick and then I want to fuck you.”
My cock twitched at that thought and I swallowed, my eyes flickering between the presently closed doors and Becker.
“The last time Connor blew the circuits it took 25 minutes to get them back on line.” Becker breathed against my recently molested nipple and sent arousal straight to my cock. He smiled as his hand cupped my obvious bulge. “And you have your image to think of.”
I finally found my tongue and managed to quirk an eyebrow at Becker. “And being fucked by you would do what exactly for my image?”
“Ah, so you do want a fuck.” Becker smirked at me, the bloody smug bastard.
To make matters worse, my cock seemed to be in complete agreement with him and I could feel myself begin to blush. “I didn't...” I sighed softly and just knew my blush was growing. “I've not...” How exactly did I inform him I had never been with another man without sounding a total idiot? I was thankful that Becker seemed to understand my problem without me having to state it.
Becker nodded. “OK, how about we save the fucking until later?” He gave me a squeeze as he added, “First times should be special.”
I gathered my persona and quirked an eyebrow. “Who said you'll be doing the fucking?”
“The fact you haven't been with a man before?” Becker seemed distracted when he said that and I soon found out why, when he unzipped me and had my heavy, leaking cock in his hand. “However, I assume you've had a blowjob before?” Once more he didn't wait for my answer but I soon hadn't the braincells to argue as his hot mouth surrounded me and took me to bliss.
I was far too languid to resist when Becker put me to rights, his hand firm on my spent cock as he tucked it back inside my trousers, his fingers sure as he buttoned up my shirt, although he did lean in to lick a stripe up my chest. He tugged my tie back into place before settling my jacket on my shoulders.
“OK, James?”
It took several moment for me to wrangle enough braincells to respond, and by that point the lift was moving again. I watched his expression change from confident to worried and pushed past him as the doors opened. I paused just outside the doors and looked at him, a slight smile on my lips. “Meet me at my car at six and don't be late.” I left him gaping after me as I swept off to my office.
I gave an annoyed mumble when my shoulder was shaken and I looked up into Matt's concerned face, rather than Becker pouting at me as the lift doors had closed on him. Ah, it looked as if our rescue had arrived. Without my pleasant memories to distract me from the pain and with fingers pressed against my wounds, I was soon moaning and gritting my teeth in pain. I could hear voices in the background, faint and, although I knew they were important, I couldn't decipher the words.
“James?” The voice – Matt's, I think – sounded distant as I drifted. It was only when he gently shook my shoulder and repeated himself that I managed to pay attention to his words. “Okay, James. Come on. Up you get.”
I reached up with my arms and grunted when I was pulled to my feet. Pain raced through my body and it was all I could do to remain on my feet, although I knew that most of my weight was being supported by whoever was holding me.
Connor's voice sounded so distant but I knew he was helping to hold me up. “Easy.”
Matt's voice told me he was the other one supporting me. “That's it. All right, let's go. One, two, three, take a deep breath. Just breathe.”
I believe I must have been more dragged or carried to the infirmary than walked to it, for the next thing I knew I was laying on my back with an IV in my arm and pressure bandages on my wounds. A hand was smoothing my hair and I looked up into the concerned eyes of my lover.
“Give me a minute,” Becker murmured and I caught the amused grin on Connor's face as he and Matt left us alone. Becker took the opportunity to kiss me, hard and full of all the pent up fear he had held for me. “Don't you dare go anywhere.” He paused before kissing me again, his voice a mere whisper as he added, “I love you, James Lester.”
I couldn't be sure if I told him I loved him too, or if I lost consciousness before I could.
I regained awareness to find myself alone in the infirmary, with no way of knowing whether the world or my lover were safe. I was hot and yet shivering and my mind drifted once more to a far more pleasant time. One where I was safe and the world was not ending.
It was bloody scary to be laying naked in Becker's bed, waiting for him to join me and knowing he planned on fucking me. I had always heard it hurt and the waiting didn't help my growing nervousness. I was so distracted by the worries that I didn't notice Becker's return to the bedroom until he squeezed my arm and I jumped.
I believe that some of my fear must have shown on my face, as Becker leaned over and kissed me. “No pressure, James. We won't go any faster than you want to.”
I nodded, although I couldn't help my eyes widening as he stripped naked and I caught sight of his large erection. Bloody hell, how would that even fit inside me without ripping me in two? My breath caught when Becker slicked two fingers and I heard a whimper. Becker quirked an eyebrow and I felt myself blush, knowing the sound had emerged from my throat and Becker knew it too.
Becker smiled encouragingly at me and I took a deep breath, calming myself for him and trying to relax. I gasped as Becker pressed his fingers inside his own arse, riding them and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. It was even hotter when he straddled my thighs and lowered himself onto my cock. The feel of that exquisite tightness around me was intoxicating and I thrust up without thought...
I scowled at the black clad medic who had jostled me awake and away from those very pleasant memories just as they had reached the good bit. I believe I was somewhat short with them, telling them to leave me alone or I'd sack every last one of them. However, before I could make good on my threat, Becker arrived and I made good my escape. I believe the medics were glad to see the back of me and the feeling was mutual.
Not that I was best pleased to be forced to use a wheelchair and I made sure Becker knew of my displeasure. Becker, for his part, spent his time making sure I was comfortable and enquiring whether I was in pain. Hovering over me like my mother had when I was ill as a child, and I really didn't want to compare my mother and lover like that. In the end I snapped at him just as he wheeled me into the hub. “Oh please, for goodness sake, stop fussing. I'm perfectly capable of walking myself.”
Becker just squeezed my shoulder briefly before announcing as if my injury had addled my mind, “Here we are,” before adding, “How are you feeling, Lester?”
I blinked before turning to look at him in disbelief. “What an idiotic question, how do you think I'm feeling?” The brief flash of emotion that crossed his face had me giving his hand a quick squeeze, I knew he had hated having to leave me alone in the medical bay while he saved the world.
But, the world was safe once more, my team was safe and all I wanted to do was go home and snuggle with Becker. Not that life was ever that easy as the minister's call showed only too well. I could do nothing but watch Becker head off into whatever danger would be found at King's Cross.
A smile flickered across my face, but tonight would be just for us and if Becker agreed to it, I wanted him to make love to me.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 3030 of 5885
Characters: James Lester, Jess Parker, Hilary Becker, Matt Anderson, OC
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: A/N: Bonus points Includes gategurl's prompt: Lester/Becker: Trapped together in a confined space. Sexy times ensues. Bonus: First time. Bonus-Bonus: Becker redresses Lester afterwards and for Fluffbingo: Kissing.
A/N 2: Many thanks go to Fifi for the beta, cheers m'dear
Warning: Spoilers for S5 episode 6.
Teamfest character: James Lester
Continues from Part 1 and continues in All's Well That Ends Well.
I woke to a world of pain, the wounds in my chest and side burning and sending insistent spikes of pain to my brain. It even bloody hurt to breathe and I was forced to take shallow pants. I sensed a shadow moving over me and I reacted without thinking, striking out and fuck, that hurt. I bit my lip almost through as I fought the pain and managed to open my eyes to see Jess looking at me in a mixture of shock and fear. I watched her mouth open and close but I couldn't make sense of the words.
Jess' voice slowly became clear to me. “James? Oh god. James? Are you... no, of course you aren't.”
I managed to smile at that, although it turned into a frown when I noticed the blood on her face. “Jess? Hurt?”
Jess' smile faltered before she gingerly took my hand and I realised it was her that I had struck out at. “Shh, James. I know it hurts.”
I shook my head. “No. You hurt.” Good god, being injured was no excuse for not using proper English. I tried again. “Are you hurt?” When Jess just gave me a confused look, I gritted my teeth and managed to lift an arm to her face, brushing the trail of blood. I frowned as more blood appeared on her face and looked almost dumbly at my bloodied hand.
“No, James. I'm fine.”
Jess might be uninjured but I knew she was scared. She looked around the armoury before moving away from me and as much as I wanted to call her back, I knew leaving me would improve the chances of her own survival. A hand gently shook my shoulder and I reluctantly opened eyes that felt held down by lead weights. I just looked up at Jess' worried face for several moments. “You're still here?”
Jess just blinked at me before I saw understanding blossom in her face. “I'm not leaving you, James,” she told me in a firm voice and then raised her hand to show me something. It took me a moment to recognise a EMD pistol. “It's fully charged.”
I managed a smile at that, at least Jess would be able to defend herself. I must have drifted again, for the next thing I knew pain was lancing through my body and I woke to find myself curled on my side, Jess stroking my hair and apologising over and over again. It took some effort, but I slowly managed to uncurl without causing myself too much pain.
“Sorry. I'm sorry. I was just trying to help.” Jess was almost babbling and I really didn't need her to fall to pieces on me now.
“It's fine,” I told her, even though the pain was now an insistent dull throb.
Jess didn't look like she believed me but had instead decided to humour me. I wasn't sure I liked the implication of that or that she had been using my given name, but I wasn't going to press for an answer. There were some things better left unknown.
“Do you think you can walk?” Jess' question seemed out of place and it took me a moment to quirk an eyebrow in query. Jess smiled, “We can't stay here and Becker will go to the hub first.”
I rather doubted I could move and I knew Jess wouldn't be able to carry me. “Go on.”
“I told you I'm not leaving you.” Jess had that look on her face, the one that said I'd lose an argument with her if I tried to disagree. My wife – soon to be ex-wife I hoped – had worn the same expression often enough. “Please try, James. For me.”
I swallowed and cursed her loyalty. It bloody hurt to move but I finally managed to get to my knees, although I was left covered in sweat and panting in pain. Jess tried to help me gain my feet, but she was a mere slip of a girl and it took almost all my remaining strength to stand. The room spun around me and I would have fallen but for Jess propping me up.
Once I had regained enough of my control to consider moving I slowly took my weight from Jess, only to have her sling my arm around her shoulders and tug me towards the door. She wouldn't be able to shoot very well with me hanging from her but I hadn't the strength to spare to tell her, not when it took every ounce to even put one foot in front of the other. I followed where Jess led me, unaware of time and place and lost in my memories.
***
“Wake up, please, James. Wake up.”
The fear in her voice was enough for me to open my eyes and look up at her and behind her, to the ceiling. Ah, I must have collapsed. I certainly felt so tired and the pain was still shooting along my nerves. I just wished it would stop, and I let my eyes drift closed, welcoming the darkness and peace. I hissed when Jess jostled me awake once more, but I knew I would not remain so for long. I had lost too much blood and any rescue would not come in time. “Tell Becker,” I began before Jess shook her head at me. “Jess?”
“No. You can tell him yourself.” Jess blinked back tears. “I didn't go to all that trouble...”
Her voice died as I just looked at her, shock clearing my mind as I realised it had been down to her when all this time I had been blaming – although that wasn't quite the right word – Connor for Becker and myself being stuck in that lift. “You?”
Jess smiled guiltily. “It was getting silly. You were interested in Becker and he was mooning over you. Someone had to do something and,” Jess shrugged, “I was there.”
I snorted carefully and allowed my mind to wander back to the first time Becker had kissed me. It was a lovely memory and, well, if I was going to die, it would be a lovely last thought.
***
It had been another bad day, although not compared to my current predicament. I'd had a long and unproductive meeting with the minister and I wasn't in a good mood even before the lift had come to a sudden and jarring halt. Toppling over into Becker's arms had been even less pleasant, although mostly because it had meant I was far too close to him. He was far too pretty on the eyes and being that close to him made me all hot and bothered. It was torture when I knew he was interested in Miss Parker and certainly not a middle-aged civil servant with a line in sarcasm. After all, why would he be when he could have a sweet young thing like Jess Parker?
Not that those thoughts stopped my eyes flickering over Becker and taking in the way his black combats clung to his firm body and, fuck, the last thing I needed was to get hard from just thinking about Becker. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cool lift wall as I tried to ignore the sounds of Becker moving around the lift and to rein in my fantasies of what we could get up to until we were freed. I must admit I had little success.
Distracted as I was by my pleasant musings, I almost jumped when I felt something brush against my hand and I opened my eyes to find Becker standing well within my personal space, a slight smirk on the ex-soldier's face. I opened my mouth to ask what the bloody hell he thought he was doing, and found myself being kissed, with Becker's tongue making a very thorough inspection of my mouth. When he stepped back with a self-satisfied look on his face, instead of tearing him a new one I found myself licking my lips and just blinking at Becker. He couldn't actually want me?
“Lester?” Becker's smug expression grew with each moment I remained silent. He seemed to take it as an invitation to step closer and press another kiss against my lips. He was a very good kisser and I moaned softly when his mouth trailed over my skin as he nibbled at my jaw. It felt wonderful and successfully distracted me from his fingers loosening my tie before they began to unbutton my shirt.
Sudden awareness of my – our – situation and that we could be disturbed at any moment had me grasping his shoulders to shove him away. However, when his lips trailed over my chest and his mouth latched onto one of my nipples to bite and tease, I found myself groaning and pulling Becker closer.
I moaned in loss when Becker let my nipple pop from his mouth and he grinned up at me. “Do you know what I want to do with you?” He didn't have the decency to wait for an answer before he continued, “I want to suck your dick and then I want to fuck you.”
My cock twitched at that thought and I swallowed, my eyes flickering between the presently closed doors and Becker.
“The last time Connor blew the circuits it took 25 minutes to get them back on line.” Becker breathed against my recently molested nipple and sent arousal straight to my cock. He smiled as his hand cupped my obvious bulge. “And you have your image to think of.”
I finally found my tongue and managed to quirk an eyebrow at Becker. “And being fucked by you would do what exactly for my image?”
“Ah, so you do want a fuck.” Becker smirked at me, the bloody smug bastard.
To make matters worse, my cock seemed to be in complete agreement with him and I could feel myself begin to blush. “I didn't...” I sighed softly and just knew my blush was growing. “I've not...” How exactly did I inform him I had never been with another man without sounding a total idiot? I was thankful that Becker seemed to understand my problem without me having to state it.
Becker nodded. “OK, how about we save the fucking until later?” He gave me a squeeze as he added, “First times should be special.”
I gathered my persona and quirked an eyebrow. “Who said you'll be doing the fucking?”
“The fact you haven't been with a man before?” Becker seemed distracted when he said that and I soon found out why, when he unzipped me and had my heavy, leaking cock in his hand. “However, I assume you've had a blowjob before?” Once more he didn't wait for my answer but I soon hadn't the braincells to argue as his hot mouth surrounded me and took me to bliss.
I was far too languid to resist when Becker put me to rights, his hand firm on my spent cock as he tucked it back inside my trousers, his fingers sure as he buttoned up my shirt, although he did lean in to lick a stripe up my chest. He tugged my tie back into place before settling my jacket on my shoulders.
“OK, James?”
It took several moment for me to wrangle enough braincells to respond, and by that point the lift was moving again. I watched his expression change from confident to worried and pushed past him as the doors opened. I paused just outside the doors and looked at him, a slight smile on my lips. “Meet me at my car at six and don't be late.” I left him gaping after me as I swept off to my office.
***
I gave an annoyed mumble when my shoulder was shaken and I looked up into Matt's concerned face, rather than Becker pouting at me as the lift doors had closed on him. Ah, it looked as if our rescue had arrived. Without my pleasant memories to distract me from the pain and with fingers pressed against my wounds, I was soon moaning and gritting my teeth in pain. I could hear voices in the background, faint and, although I knew they were important, I couldn't decipher the words.
“James?” The voice – Matt's, I think – sounded distant as I drifted. It was only when he gently shook my shoulder and repeated himself that I managed to pay attention to his words. “Okay, James. Come on. Up you get.”
I reached up with my arms and grunted when I was pulled to my feet. Pain raced through my body and it was all I could do to remain on my feet, although I knew that most of my weight was being supported by whoever was holding me.
Connor's voice sounded so distant but I knew he was helping to hold me up. “Easy.”
Matt's voice told me he was the other one supporting me. “That's it. All right, let's go. One, two, three, take a deep breath. Just breathe.”
***
I believe I must have been more dragged or carried to the infirmary than walked to it, for the next thing I knew I was laying on my back with an IV in my arm and pressure bandages on my wounds. A hand was smoothing my hair and I looked up into the concerned eyes of my lover.
“Give me a minute,” Becker murmured and I caught the amused grin on Connor's face as he and Matt left us alone. Becker took the opportunity to kiss me, hard and full of all the pent up fear he had held for me. “Don't you dare go anywhere.” He paused before kissing me again, his voice a mere whisper as he added, “I love you, James Lester.”
I couldn't be sure if I told him I loved him too, or if I lost consciousness before I could.
***
I regained awareness to find myself alone in the infirmary, with no way of knowing whether the world or my lover were safe. I was hot and yet shivering and my mind drifted once more to a far more pleasant time. One where I was safe and the world was not ending.
***
It was bloody scary to be laying naked in Becker's bed, waiting for him to join me and knowing he planned on fucking me. I had always heard it hurt and the waiting didn't help my growing nervousness. I was so distracted by the worries that I didn't notice Becker's return to the bedroom until he squeezed my arm and I jumped.
I believe that some of my fear must have shown on my face, as Becker leaned over and kissed me. “No pressure, James. We won't go any faster than you want to.”
I nodded, although I couldn't help my eyes widening as he stripped naked and I caught sight of his large erection. Bloody hell, how would that even fit inside me without ripping me in two? My breath caught when Becker slicked two fingers and I heard a whimper. Becker quirked an eyebrow and I felt myself blush, knowing the sound had emerged from my throat and Becker knew it too.
Becker smiled encouragingly at me and I took a deep breath, calming myself for him and trying to relax. I gasped as Becker pressed his fingers inside his own arse, riding them and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. It was even hotter when he straddled my thighs and lowered himself onto my cock. The feel of that exquisite tightness around me was intoxicating and I thrust up without thought...
***
I scowled at the black clad medic who had jostled me awake and away from those very pleasant memories just as they had reached the good bit. I believe I was somewhat short with them, telling them to leave me alone or I'd sack every last one of them. However, before I could make good on my threat, Becker arrived and I made good my escape. I believe the medics were glad to see the back of me and the feeling was mutual.
Not that I was best pleased to be forced to use a wheelchair and I made sure Becker knew of my displeasure. Becker, for his part, spent his time making sure I was comfortable and enquiring whether I was in pain. Hovering over me like my mother had when I was ill as a child, and I really didn't want to compare my mother and lover like that. In the end I snapped at him just as he wheeled me into the hub. “Oh please, for goodness sake, stop fussing. I'm perfectly capable of walking myself.”
Becker just squeezed my shoulder briefly before announcing as if my injury had addled my mind, “Here we are,” before adding, “How are you feeling, Lester?”
I blinked before turning to look at him in disbelief. “What an idiotic question, how do you think I'm feeling?” The brief flash of emotion that crossed his face had me giving his hand a quick squeeze, I knew he had hated having to leave me alone in the medical bay while he saved the world.
But, the world was safe once more, my team was safe and all I wanted to do was go home and snuggle with Becker. Not that life was ever that easy as the minister's call showed only too well. I could do nothing but watch Becker head off into whatever danger would be found at King's Cross.
A smile flickered across my face, but tonight would be just for us and if Becker agreed to it, I wanted him to make love to me.
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Hotness and action, with a leavening of humor.
"middle-aged civil servant with a line in sarcasm"
Beautiful!
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Hee, Lester knows how most people see him.
*blushes* Thank you.
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That is perfect Lester.
That was a great fic, hurt!Lester is always good if there is a worried!Becker to take care of him and it was nice to see that bits of background for their relationship.
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*nods* Hurt!Lester with worried!Becker are a good combination. Glad you liked the bits of the background.
Thanks for reading.
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Thanks for reading.
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And showing the hotness in flashbacks/memories was a nice twist on things :)
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Glad you liked the flashbacks/memories, James found them far better than thinking about the pain he was in.
Thanks for reading.
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Great fic.
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Thanks for the lovely comment.
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This is a great second half
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Glad you think so and thanks for reading.
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Glad you liked it and thanks for reading.
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