Fic: Primeval: Stopping the Cavalry
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bigtitchTitle: Stopping the Cavalry - Secret Santa
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker with some walk on parts
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joereaves, who wanted Lester/Becker with Roaring log fire, wine, Christmas dinner with all the trimmings, porn and snarky Lester. Most of it's there, I hope.
Rating: NC17 Explicit slash
Count: 3000
Disclaimer: Not mine. No names, no packdrill.
Summary: Lester and Becker are working on Christmas Day, Lester wants to know why.
Notes: Thanks tolukadreaming for spangly betaing.
It was Christmas Day and nothing was happening at the ARC beyond the essentials needed to keep the place running. Sir James Lester walked down the ramp into the atrium, nodding at Louise who was staffing the ADD in Connor's absence. The electronic map of the British Isles was blessedly free of targets showing anomalies, Lester didn't dare jinx the situation by mentioning it, but hoped that it stayed that way.
He walked down the corridor and put his head around the door of one of the bio-labs.
"Everything all right in here?"
Dr Mark Cavendish carefully shut the door to one of the bio-hazard fridges and smiled. "Fine, sir," he said. "I'm just off to feed the creatures and then I'll start helping with the dinner."
"Wash your hands first!" Lester warned him.
In the rec room Danny, Blade and Finn were busy peeling carrots and chopping parsnips. Danny, inevitably, was already wearing a pirate's hat from a cracker. Lester nodded pleasantly at them and made a mental note to sit as far away from Danny at the Christmas dinner as he could. He appreciated Danny's enthusiasm but sometimes wished it wasn't quite so boundless, especially at social occasions.
It may have appeared that Lester's movements were random, but he had a definite goal in mind and he reached it eventually when he found Captain Becker going through the armoury with a clipboard and pen.
"I do believe you're the only one doing real work," he said after watching him for a few moments.
Becker looked up and smiled. "You'll forgive me if I hope that this is the only work I do today."
"That's quite all right," Lester said. "I was planning on restricting my activities to carving the turkey."
Becker looked serious and shook his head. "I wouldn't, sir. We leave that kind of thing to Blade. He sulks otherwise."
"Ah! I should have known. No doubt he's been sharpening the carving knife for weeks."
"He starts straight after Easter," Becker said with an absolutely straight face. One of the things Lester appreciated most about the young captain was his deadpan humour.
"I understand it's an army tradition for the officers to serve the men at Christmas dinner."
Becker nodded.
"Would you mind if helped?"
"Be glad to have you, sir." Becker smiled and went back to his checklist.
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At six o'clock the next shift took over. Lester and Becker handed over the details in Lester's office. Nothing had happened apart from the discovery that someone had sucked all the booze out of the liqueur chocolate ornaments on the Christmas tree. Whoever had done it was to be warned to start running immediately because Lorraine was coming in on Boxing Day and she was not going to be pleased.
Duty done, Becker and Lester walked down the ramp together.
"Any plans for the evening?" Lester asked him.
"Go home and pack," Becker said. "I'm due at my parents' tomorrow."
Lester was surprised. Christmas Day cover was for the singletons like Danny or the divorcees like him, not people with families to go to. "Why didn't you go today? There should have been someone who could have covered for you."
"It's my duty to be here," Becker said. "My father was in the army, he understands."
"Well I have an empty flat and a fine, if lonely, bottle of brandy to enjoy." Lester raised an eyebrow at his young companion. "Why don't you come back and help me drink it? May as well do something enjoyable today."
For a moment, it looked like Becker was going to come up with an excuse to refuse, but then he smiled. "I'd like that," he said. "Thank you."
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Becker took a good sip of his brandy and swallowed slowly, while Lester tried not to watch the movement of his adam's apple in his strong throat too obviously. He checked that the gas fire flames were high enough and stretched out his feet towards them, feeling the warmth through his shoes.
"Why are you here, James?" Beckr asked, taking advantage of the relaxation to use Lester's first name.
"Noblesse oblige," Lester said in his usual ironic tones and then he smiled, a little ruefully. "I had the children last year, this year they're off with their mother in Mexico." He shrugged. "Skiing one year, sunshine and sea the next."
"Not bad. Do you miss them?"
"Yes," Lester said frankly. "I'll see them for a few days after New Year before the schools start again, but it's not the same as a Christmas with them. But that's a modern family life for you." He took a sip of brandy and looked at Becker over the top of his glass. "What about you?"
"Why am I working today?" Becker shrugged. "Modern families."
Lester raised an interested eyebrow.
Becker took another, larger, drink of the brandy. "I disappoint my father's expectations, while my brother is held up as the ideal. I'm going down there tomorrow for Boxing Day, but I prefer not to suffer it for more than two days at Christmas."
Lester was surprised; he knew Becker's record. "You followed your father into the army, top of your class at Sandhurst, went into the Blues and Royals, got made captain very early and then went into the SAS. And this hasn't met your father's expectations? How?"
Becker's glass was empty. He poured himself a generous measure and then added more to Lester's glass.
"I'm gay," he said when he'd sat back down and drunk nearly all his glass. "My father doesn't say anything, but he doesn't approve. He's very old-school. In his day you were dishonorably discharged if you were lucky. Or you 'fell down the stairs' enough until you got the hint and left. What I've done in the army wasn't about following in my father's footsteps, like everyone thinks, it's about proving that a gay man can do just as well as a straight one. Or a gay son can! But there's one thing I can't do. I can't have a family, a son of my own. My younger brother, however, has filled that gap. David's OK, but the bitch he married never misses an opportunity to put the knife in and my father's only too happy to collude, while spoiling their hell-spawned brat. Makes for a bit of an atmosphere. They're staying at my parents' for three days. I'll have to suffer them for two, but at least I can get out of one day of it. Duty, rather conveniently, calls."
"I'm sorry," Lester said simply.
Becker shrugged. "One of those things. I am, despite everything, having a rather good life. I get to chase dinosaurs for a living. Not many people can say that."
"Not you brother, certainly. What does he do?"
"Something in The City."
"A merchant banker, then?" Lester suggested archly.
Becker caught on to the rhyming slang and laughed. "A total banker!"
"Well, I'm glad you take a positive attitude to the situation. They do say that living well is the best revenge, although I believe a well-worded memo can be just as good in the right circumstances. And speaking of living well, one of my Christmas presents was a hamper from Fortnum and Mason and I feel in need of a little sustenance. How about we go and investigate it?"
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They sat at the small table in Lester's kitchen and selected a few delicacies from the ones on offer: smoked eel, marinated olives, stilton, rosemary crackers and a rather nice bottle of wine. They chatted while they ate and drank. Lester let Becker into some of the scandals in Parliament and Whitehall and Becker told him some of the gossip he got from guarding Buckingham Palace and the fact that practically every man involved in the Trooping the Colour parade was hungover from the boozing that went on the night before. "It's all right for the cavalry," he said. "At least the horses know what they're doing!"
He stood up and took the empty plates to the sink. Lester joined him with the wine glasses.
"Thank you," Becker said. "This is much better than sitting at home with a beer and wondering what next unspecial Christmas Special is coming up on TV."
"You're welcome," Lester said and then took his life in both hands. "I do, however, have an ulterior motive for inviting you back here."
"Oh,?" Becker sounded intrigued but not necessarily alarmed.
"Yes," Lester let a hand touch Becker's wrist and move slowly upward. "I've wanted to get you alone for quite a while now."
Becker watched Lester's hand on his arm, but made no move to pull away. He looked up at the ceiling. "I don't see any mistletoe."
"Do we need it?"
"Not really," Becker said and kissed him.
Becker's kiss was gentle with the prickle of stubble around very soft lips. Lester leaned into it, letting it warm him far more than the fire or the brandy had. He reached up and rubbed his hands up and down Becker's back, feeling the muscle of a well-toned body under the cloth. He found he wanted to see Becker's body not just feel it. He could be subtle about achieving that goal, but under the urgency raised by their kisses, he felt that subtlety could wait for another time.
"Bedroom," he said, breaking off the kiss. He took one of Becker's hands in his and led him gently to his carefully-furnished room.
They both kicked off their shoes and lay on the bed fully clothed. Without words it seemed that they both knew they wanted it slow and careful. They kissed, murmuring appreciation as each one built their need for each other. Clothes were slowly removed, piece by piece, each bit of exposed skin touched and kissed until they were ready for the next reveal.
Eventually they were both naked, Lester with his pale, softer body beside Becker's tanned and toned one. Lester felt embarrassed in comparison, but Becker didn't seem to mind. He touched and stroked Lester's pale skin with the same concentration and reverence that Lester paid to Becker's. Lester licked and nibbled at the pink nipples standing pert from Becker's darkly-haired chest and then he moved down to his cock, already hard and leaking slightly.
He held it carefully, loving the weight of it in his hand. He gripped it firmly and moved his hand up and down a few times. Becker's eyes shut and his breathing deepened.
"Good?" Lester asked.
"Oh yes!"
Lester smiled and then bent down to lick at the leaking head a few times before slowly taking as much of it into his mouth as he could. He sucked hard and moved his hand in time with his mouth, enjoying the taste and feel. It had been a while since he'd had the chance to enjoy a cock like this. If Lester was enjoying his work there was no doubt that Becker was pleased with what he was doing. The younger man's eyes were closed and he was biting his lips and writhing on the bed cover.
Lester had intended it to be foreplay, but Becker was enjoying it so much he lingered a little and then suddenly Becker's writhing deepened. He cried out an inarticulate warning and came in Lester's mouth. Lester was surprised, but not alarmed and coped with the sudden spurt of fluid in his mouth with the ease of experience.
He moved up the bed and propped himself on an elbow and gently pushed Becker's hair away from his face.
"I'm sorry," Becker said. "It's been a while. I wasn't expecting it to feel that intense."
Lester regarded Becker's shrinking cock rather sadly. "Never mind. These things happen."
"Give me a few minutes and we'll try again."
"Oh, what it is to be young!" Lester said enviously and looked speculatively at his companion. "I take it you should last longer on a second outing?"
Becker nodded. "Should do."
"Good, because I rather fancy a fuck," Lester's mouth savoured the crude word. "A long, hard fuck. In fact you're going to fuck me through the mattress."
"Is that an order, sir?" Becker's eyebrow was raised, but his mouth twitched with humour.
"No, but I feel I may need to insist on it. There are supplies in the bedside cabinet. A little old, but they should still be functional."
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This felt so good. It had been so long since Lester had been fucked and Becker's thick, long cock was making it worth the wait. He felt deliciously full with that achy edge to the pleasure. He wouldn't be able to sit down tomorrow, but at that moment he couldn't care less. He reached up and touched Becker's bicep, feeling the movement of the muscle as the man thrust into him. It added to the sensation, the knowledge that he was being thoroughly fucked by a hot, fit man.
Lester arched his back slightly and Becker's next thrust nudged against his prostate and he hissed in pleasure.
"There?" Becker asked, changing his angle slightly and hitting Lester's prostate full on.
"Yes!" Lester gasped against the sudden sharp pleasure that flooded through him.
Becker nodded in satisfaction and kept on hitting that spot with every thrust.
Lester could hear himself making this kind of gasping whimper with every thrust that Becker made. He could feel the sweat starting to run down his chest. He hadn't felt this out of control for a very long time. Pleasure was rushing through him but it wasn't enough. He put his hand on his erection and started to pull, only to have a stronger hand move his away.
"Not yet," Becker told him.
"Please," he whined.
But Becker only smiled in return and started to pound him harder. Added to Lester's pleasure was the sound that their bodies were making, the slap of Becker's balls against his arse, Becker's grunts of effort and his own gasping cries. He felt himself slowly move towards the head of the bed as Becker's pace increased.
Surely it was time. He couldn't last long.
"Becker! For God's sake!"
Becker shifted his weight and grabbed hold of Lester's cock, milking him firmly and thoroughly. Lester bucked and writhed as his orgasm ripped through him. Becker gave a few more thrusts and then gave a long, deep groan and buried himself even further into Lester's willing body before he let go and collapsed on top of him. Their sweat mingled as they both panted and gasped together as little aftershocks of pleasure shuddered through them.
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Lester woke first and watched the room lighten and the features of his bed partner becoming clearer. Becker looked just as handsome when he was asleep but younger, softer, more vulnerable without the mantle of command he pulled over himself when he was awake. He checked the bedside clock: 8:25. Early, but not too early for a household with a young child in it.
He moved quickly and lightly out of bed. He went over to where Becker's clothes lay in an untidy pile from the night before and quickly found the officer's mobile. He checked Becker was still asleep and went into the living room. He opened the contacts file on the phone and quickly found the number he was wanting. He dialled it using the flat's landline.
"Can I speak to Colonel Becker please," he said when it was answered. There was a minute's delay and then there was a man's voice on the other end. "Ah, Colonel. Sir James Lester here, head of the ARC project. I'm afraid I'm going to have to disrupt your plans for Boxing Day, somewhat. Yes. A situation has arisen that requires Captain Becker's particular expertise and I've had to cancel his leave until it is resolved... Well, that's on a need to know basis, Colonel, I'm sure you understand. but rest assured that I wouldn't have made this decision if your son were not the best, indeed only, man for the job... He's on his way as we speak. I'm sure you're aware that there's no outside communication permitted while they're on operation. My secretary is calling the other families involved, but I though under the circumstances that I would call you myself... No, it's no trouble. I hold Captain Becker in the highest esteem and it's the least I could do... I can't say for sure, but we hope that this situation won't drag on for more than one day and I can restore him to you and your family tomorrow some time... Again, my apologies... that's all right. You're very welcome. Goodbye."
He put the phone down and permitted himself a satisfied smile.
"A situation has come up?"
Lester turned to find a naked Becker leaning against the door frame, arms folded, but with a smile twitching at one corner of his mouth.
"Well, I couldn't leave you to your family and the hell-spawn brat on Boxing Day, could I?"
Becker peeled himself away from the door frame and sauntered towards Lester, giving the civil-servant an excellent view of his muscled body, all tanned skin and dark hair. The stubble and the bed-hair just added to the picture. Becker was sex on legs. And coming towards him.
"A situation has come up?" Becker repeated getting closer.
"Keep walking around the flat like that and I can guarantee that something will come up, very soon!"
Becker took hold of Lester's shoulders and kissed him thoroughly, his hands roaming down from his shoulders to his back and buttocks. "I see it has. What do you want me to do with this situation, then?"
Lester grinned. "Why don't we move this strategic discussion into the bedroom and talk about the options available?"
The End
The title comes from here:
Classic Christmas song.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker with some walk on parts
Recipient: For
joereaves, who wanted Lester/Becker with Roaring log fire, wine, Christmas dinner with all the trimmings, porn and snarky Lester. Most of it's there, I hope.Rating: NC17 Explicit slash
Count: 3000
Disclaimer: Not mine. No names, no packdrill.
Summary: Lester and Becker are working on Christmas Day, Lester wants to know why.
Notes: Thanks to
lukadreaming for spangly betaing.It was Christmas Day and nothing was happening at the ARC beyond the essentials needed to keep the place running. Sir James Lester walked down the ramp into the atrium, nodding at Louise who was staffing the ADD in Connor's absence. The electronic map of the British Isles was blessedly free of targets showing anomalies, Lester didn't dare jinx the situation by mentioning it, but hoped that it stayed that way.
He walked down the corridor and put his head around the door of one of the bio-labs.
"Everything all right in here?"
Dr Mark Cavendish carefully shut the door to one of the bio-hazard fridges and smiled. "Fine, sir," he said. "I'm just off to feed the creatures and then I'll start helping with the dinner."
"Wash your hands first!" Lester warned him.
In the rec room Danny, Blade and Finn were busy peeling carrots and chopping parsnips. Danny, inevitably, was already wearing a pirate's hat from a cracker. Lester nodded pleasantly at them and made a mental note to sit as far away from Danny at the Christmas dinner as he could. He appreciated Danny's enthusiasm but sometimes wished it wasn't quite so boundless, especially at social occasions.
It may have appeared that Lester's movements were random, but he had a definite goal in mind and he reached it eventually when he found Captain Becker going through the armoury with a clipboard and pen.
"I do believe you're the only one doing real work," he said after watching him for a few moments.
Becker looked up and smiled. "You'll forgive me if I hope that this is the only work I do today."
"That's quite all right," Lester said. "I was planning on restricting my activities to carving the turkey."
Becker looked serious and shook his head. "I wouldn't, sir. We leave that kind of thing to Blade. He sulks otherwise."
"Ah! I should have known. No doubt he's been sharpening the carving knife for weeks."
"He starts straight after Easter," Becker said with an absolutely straight face. One of the things Lester appreciated most about the young captain was his deadpan humour.
"I understand it's an army tradition for the officers to serve the men at Christmas dinner."
Becker nodded.
"Would you mind if helped?"
"Be glad to have you, sir." Becker smiled and went back to his checklist.
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At six o'clock the next shift took over. Lester and Becker handed over the details in Lester's office. Nothing had happened apart from the discovery that someone had sucked all the booze out of the liqueur chocolate ornaments on the Christmas tree. Whoever had done it was to be warned to start running immediately because Lorraine was coming in on Boxing Day and she was not going to be pleased.
Duty done, Becker and Lester walked down the ramp together.
"Any plans for the evening?" Lester asked him.
"Go home and pack," Becker said. "I'm due at my parents' tomorrow."
Lester was surprised. Christmas Day cover was for the singletons like Danny or the divorcees like him, not people with families to go to. "Why didn't you go today? There should have been someone who could have covered for you."
"It's my duty to be here," Becker said. "My father was in the army, he understands."
"Well I have an empty flat and a fine, if lonely, bottle of brandy to enjoy." Lester raised an eyebrow at his young companion. "Why don't you come back and help me drink it? May as well do something enjoyable today."
For a moment, it looked like Becker was going to come up with an excuse to refuse, but then he smiled. "I'd like that," he said. "Thank you."
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Becker took a good sip of his brandy and swallowed slowly, while Lester tried not to watch the movement of his adam's apple in his strong throat too obviously. He checked that the gas fire flames were high enough and stretched out his feet towards them, feeling the warmth through his shoes.
"Why are you here, James?" Beckr asked, taking advantage of the relaxation to use Lester's first name.
"Noblesse oblige," Lester said in his usual ironic tones and then he smiled, a little ruefully. "I had the children last year, this year they're off with their mother in Mexico." He shrugged. "Skiing one year, sunshine and sea the next."
"Not bad. Do you miss them?"
"Yes," Lester said frankly. "I'll see them for a few days after New Year before the schools start again, but it's not the same as a Christmas with them. But that's a modern family life for you." He took a sip of brandy and looked at Becker over the top of his glass. "What about you?"
"Why am I working today?" Becker shrugged. "Modern families."
Lester raised an interested eyebrow.
Becker took another, larger, drink of the brandy. "I disappoint my father's expectations, while my brother is held up as the ideal. I'm going down there tomorrow for Boxing Day, but I prefer not to suffer it for more than two days at Christmas."
Lester was surprised; he knew Becker's record. "You followed your father into the army, top of your class at Sandhurst, went into the Blues and Royals, got made captain very early and then went into the SAS. And this hasn't met your father's expectations? How?"
Becker's glass was empty. He poured himself a generous measure and then added more to Lester's glass.
"I'm gay," he said when he'd sat back down and drunk nearly all his glass. "My father doesn't say anything, but he doesn't approve. He's very old-school. In his day you were dishonorably discharged if you were lucky. Or you 'fell down the stairs' enough until you got the hint and left. What I've done in the army wasn't about following in my father's footsteps, like everyone thinks, it's about proving that a gay man can do just as well as a straight one. Or a gay son can! But there's one thing I can't do. I can't have a family, a son of my own. My younger brother, however, has filled that gap. David's OK, but the bitch he married never misses an opportunity to put the knife in and my father's only too happy to collude, while spoiling their hell-spawned brat. Makes for a bit of an atmosphere. They're staying at my parents' for three days. I'll have to suffer them for two, but at least I can get out of one day of it. Duty, rather conveniently, calls."
"I'm sorry," Lester said simply.
Becker shrugged. "One of those things. I am, despite everything, having a rather good life. I get to chase dinosaurs for a living. Not many people can say that."
"Not you brother, certainly. What does he do?"
"Something in The City."
"A merchant banker, then?" Lester suggested archly.
Becker caught on to the rhyming slang and laughed. "A total banker!"
"Well, I'm glad you take a positive attitude to the situation. They do say that living well is the best revenge, although I believe a well-worded memo can be just as good in the right circumstances. And speaking of living well, one of my Christmas presents was a hamper from Fortnum and Mason and I feel in need of a little sustenance. How about we go and investigate it?"
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They sat at the small table in Lester's kitchen and selected a few delicacies from the ones on offer: smoked eel, marinated olives, stilton, rosemary crackers and a rather nice bottle of wine. They chatted while they ate and drank. Lester let Becker into some of the scandals in Parliament and Whitehall and Becker told him some of the gossip he got from guarding Buckingham Palace and the fact that practically every man involved in the Trooping the Colour parade was hungover from the boozing that went on the night before. "It's all right for the cavalry," he said. "At least the horses know what they're doing!"
He stood up and took the empty plates to the sink. Lester joined him with the wine glasses.
"Thank you," Becker said. "This is much better than sitting at home with a beer and wondering what next unspecial Christmas Special is coming up on TV."
"You're welcome," Lester said and then took his life in both hands. "I do, however, have an ulterior motive for inviting you back here."
"Oh,?" Becker sounded intrigued but not necessarily alarmed.
"Yes," Lester let a hand touch Becker's wrist and move slowly upward. "I've wanted to get you alone for quite a while now."
Becker watched Lester's hand on his arm, but made no move to pull away. He looked up at the ceiling. "I don't see any mistletoe."
"Do we need it?"
"Not really," Becker said and kissed him.
Becker's kiss was gentle with the prickle of stubble around very soft lips. Lester leaned into it, letting it warm him far more than the fire or the brandy had. He reached up and rubbed his hands up and down Becker's back, feeling the muscle of a well-toned body under the cloth. He found he wanted to see Becker's body not just feel it. He could be subtle about achieving that goal, but under the urgency raised by their kisses, he felt that subtlety could wait for another time.
"Bedroom," he said, breaking off the kiss. He took one of Becker's hands in his and led him gently to his carefully-furnished room.
They both kicked off their shoes and lay on the bed fully clothed. Without words it seemed that they both knew they wanted it slow and careful. They kissed, murmuring appreciation as each one built their need for each other. Clothes were slowly removed, piece by piece, each bit of exposed skin touched and kissed until they were ready for the next reveal.
Eventually they were both naked, Lester with his pale, softer body beside Becker's tanned and toned one. Lester felt embarrassed in comparison, but Becker didn't seem to mind. He touched and stroked Lester's pale skin with the same concentration and reverence that Lester paid to Becker's. Lester licked and nibbled at the pink nipples standing pert from Becker's darkly-haired chest and then he moved down to his cock, already hard and leaking slightly.
He held it carefully, loving the weight of it in his hand. He gripped it firmly and moved his hand up and down a few times. Becker's eyes shut and his breathing deepened.
"Good?" Lester asked.
"Oh yes!"
Lester smiled and then bent down to lick at the leaking head a few times before slowly taking as much of it into his mouth as he could. He sucked hard and moved his hand in time with his mouth, enjoying the taste and feel. It had been a while since he'd had the chance to enjoy a cock like this. If Lester was enjoying his work there was no doubt that Becker was pleased with what he was doing. The younger man's eyes were closed and he was biting his lips and writhing on the bed cover.
Lester had intended it to be foreplay, but Becker was enjoying it so much he lingered a little and then suddenly Becker's writhing deepened. He cried out an inarticulate warning and came in Lester's mouth. Lester was surprised, but not alarmed and coped with the sudden spurt of fluid in his mouth with the ease of experience.
He moved up the bed and propped himself on an elbow and gently pushed Becker's hair away from his face.
"I'm sorry," Becker said. "It's been a while. I wasn't expecting it to feel that intense."
Lester regarded Becker's shrinking cock rather sadly. "Never mind. These things happen."
"Give me a few minutes and we'll try again."
"Oh, what it is to be young!" Lester said enviously and looked speculatively at his companion. "I take it you should last longer on a second outing?"
Becker nodded. "Should do."
"Good, because I rather fancy a fuck," Lester's mouth savoured the crude word. "A long, hard fuck. In fact you're going to fuck me through the mattress."
"Is that an order, sir?" Becker's eyebrow was raised, but his mouth twitched with humour.
"No, but I feel I may need to insist on it. There are supplies in the bedside cabinet. A little old, but they should still be functional."
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This felt so good. It had been so long since Lester had been fucked and Becker's thick, long cock was making it worth the wait. He felt deliciously full with that achy edge to the pleasure. He wouldn't be able to sit down tomorrow, but at that moment he couldn't care less. He reached up and touched Becker's bicep, feeling the movement of the muscle as the man thrust into him. It added to the sensation, the knowledge that he was being thoroughly fucked by a hot, fit man.
Lester arched his back slightly and Becker's next thrust nudged against his prostate and he hissed in pleasure.
"There?" Becker asked, changing his angle slightly and hitting Lester's prostate full on.
"Yes!" Lester gasped against the sudden sharp pleasure that flooded through him.
Becker nodded in satisfaction and kept on hitting that spot with every thrust.
Lester could hear himself making this kind of gasping whimper with every thrust that Becker made. He could feel the sweat starting to run down his chest. He hadn't felt this out of control for a very long time. Pleasure was rushing through him but it wasn't enough. He put his hand on his erection and started to pull, only to have a stronger hand move his away.
"Not yet," Becker told him.
"Please," he whined.
But Becker only smiled in return and started to pound him harder. Added to Lester's pleasure was the sound that their bodies were making, the slap of Becker's balls against his arse, Becker's grunts of effort and his own gasping cries. He felt himself slowly move towards the head of the bed as Becker's pace increased.
Surely it was time. He couldn't last long.
"Becker! For God's sake!"
Becker shifted his weight and grabbed hold of Lester's cock, milking him firmly and thoroughly. Lester bucked and writhed as his orgasm ripped through him. Becker gave a few more thrusts and then gave a long, deep groan and buried himself even further into Lester's willing body before he let go and collapsed on top of him. Their sweat mingled as they both panted and gasped together as little aftershocks of pleasure shuddered through them.
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Lester woke first and watched the room lighten and the features of his bed partner becoming clearer. Becker looked just as handsome when he was asleep but younger, softer, more vulnerable without the mantle of command he pulled over himself when he was awake. He checked the bedside clock: 8:25. Early, but not too early for a household with a young child in it.
He moved quickly and lightly out of bed. He went over to where Becker's clothes lay in an untidy pile from the night before and quickly found the officer's mobile. He checked Becker was still asleep and went into the living room. He opened the contacts file on the phone and quickly found the number he was wanting. He dialled it using the flat's landline.
"Can I speak to Colonel Becker please," he said when it was answered. There was a minute's delay and then there was a man's voice on the other end. "Ah, Colonel. Sir James Lester here, head of the ARC project. I'm afraid I'm going to have to disrupt your plans for Boxing Day, somewhat. Yes. A situation has arisen that requires Captain Becker's particular expertise and I've had to cancel his leave until it is resolved... Well, that's on a need to know basis, Colonel, I'm sure you understand. but rest assured that I wouldn't have made this decision if your son were not the best, indeed only, man for the job... He's on his way as we speak. I'm sure you're aware that there's no outside communication permitted while they're on operation. My secretary is calling the other families involved, but I though under the circumstances that I would call you myself... No, it's no trouble. I hold Captain Becker in the highest esteem and it's the least I could do... I can't say for sure, but we hope that this situation won't drag on for more than one day and I can restore him to you and your family tomorrow some time... Again, my apologies... that's all right. You're very welcome. Goodbye."
He put the phone down and permitted himself a satisfied smile.
"A situation has come up?"
Lester turned to find a naked Becker leaning against the door frame, arms folded, but with a smile twitching at one corner of his mouth.
"Well, I couldn't leave you to your family and the hell-spawn brat on Boxing Day, could I?"
Becker peeled himself away from the door frame and sauntered towards Lester, giving the civil-servant an excellent view of his muscled body, all tanned skin and dark hair. The stubble and the bed-hair just added to the picture. Becker was sex on legs. And coming towards him.
"A situation has come up?" Becker repeated getting closer.
"Keep walking around the flat like that and I can guarantee that something will come up, very soon!"
Becker took hold of Lester's shoulders and kissed him thoroughly, his hands roaming down from his shoulders to his back and buttocks. "I see it has. What do you want me to do with this situation, then?"
Lester grinned. "Why don't we move this strategic discussion into the bedroom and talk about the options available?"
The End
The title comes from here:
Classic Christmas song.
