fredbassett | Fic, Bored and Disruptive, Becker/Ryan, 18

Title : Bored and Disruptive
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Becker/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : It’s hot and Becker is bored.
A/N : Written for

bigtitch ’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day, sweetie! With thanks to

lukadreaming for the beta. The prompt was sunbathing.

“The sun is shining, rabbits are gambolling in the fields and we’re stuck in this place for the weekend. Where did we go wrong, Ryan?” Becker demanded, grabbing a cold can of coke from the fridge and practically throwing himself onto one of the battered sofas in the recreation room.

“We joined the army, mate,” Ryan pointed out. “And the lads needed a break.”

Becker rolled his eyes and plonked his booted feet on the low coffee table. “And we don’t?”

“Nope. We are Her Majesty’s finest. La crème de la crème or something equally fancy. We’re noble, brave, self-sacrificing and...”

“Cooped up in this fucking place bored out of our fucking minds.”

“You have a point,” Ryan conceded. He leaned back in his chair and grinned lazily at his fellow captain. “Shall I let you into a secret?”

“The Prime Minister’s gay?”

“That wasn’t the one I was thinking of.” Ryan stood up, pushed Becker’s feet off the table and swiped the cold drink out of his hands before finishing it and lobbing it accurately into the wastepaper bin. “Come on, Mr Grumpy. You need some fresh air or you’ll end up all white and pasty.”

Becker looked hopeful. “Can I shoot some rabbits?”

“No, you bloody well can’t. Abby feeds the sodding things.”

“They taste good with mustard sauce.”

“Yes, I know they do, but I’m not explaining to Abby that Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail have gone to the great rabbit hutch in the sky just because you were bored and wanted to play with your favourite toy.”

Without waiting to see if Becker was following him or not, Ryan wandered out into the corridor and made his way to one of the service shafts at the far end of the building, where a narrow metal staircase wound its way up onto the roof of the ARC. The clunk of boots behind him signified that Becker’s curiosity had got the better of him.

The view from up there was stunning. The Anomaly Research Centre was set in its own grounds, providing plenty of places for lounging around in the fresh air, which rather begged the question as to why he and Becker had spent most of the day drinking coffee in the recreation room. The rabbits that Becker had been talking were indeed gambolling on the grass. Or possibly fucking. It certainly looked like a couple of the little buggers were getting frisky with each other.

Ryan caught the look on the other soldier’s face and swatted him lightly on the shoulder. “No. You might be bored, but Abby’s scary. I know which I prefer.”

Although the roof was in the full glare of the sun, a light breeze was blowing and the temperature wasn’t too extreme. Ryan led the way to one end where a swathe of green broke up the asphalt of the rest of the surface. Several large containers of plants were scattered about, giving the area the impression of a small oasis in the middle of a desert of grey.

“Norman’s secret garden,” he said, in response to the look of amazement on Becker’s face. “It’s AstroTurf not grass, but the plants are real. The old bugger’s even rigged up an automatic irrigation system for watering them.”

Ryan settled down on the artificial grass, leaning against one of the ventilation ducts, the metal warm against his back. Becker did the same opposite Ryan in between two large tubs of flowering plans, his long black-clad legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Better than the bloody rec room,” Becker acknowledged. “Does Norman mind you coming up here?”

“Not as long as we keep the place tidy.”

“Is it true that he’s got a security clearance as high as Lester’s?” Becker hitched his black teeshirt out of his trousers and pulled it over his head ruffling his usually immaculate hair.

“So I’ve been told. We took this place over from the MoD and he came along as part of the deal.”

Becker settled down on his back, hands behind his head, eyes closed. Dark hair curled on his chest and a thin trail headed south before disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. Becker’s body was strong but not heavily muscled, his skin tanned a light brown, with his forearms slightly darker under their light covering of hair. A thin grey line of underwear showed at the top of Becker’s slim hips and the sight made Ryan’s cock twitch hopefully.

He closed his eyes. Perving his fellow captain was definitely not the way he should be spending the afternoon…

“Bloody hell, it’s hot,” Becker commented.

Ryan opened his eyes to see his companion sit up in one fluid movement and lean forward to unlace his boots and pull them off. Watching the play of muscles on Becker’s lean back did absolutely nothing for Ryan’s resolution not to perv. The weather wasn’t the only thing that was hot. Socks were tugged off and stuffed into boots and Becker lay back down again, wriggling his shoulders to get comfortable. His bare feet were like the rest of him, long and slim.

Ryan wondered what Becker’s chest hair would feel like under his fingers and for a moment he allowed himself to imagine rolling the two peaked nipples gently between his finger and thumb. Becker reached up, scratched absently at his chest and shifted position again. A moment later, he flipped open the button at the waist of his trousers and slid the zip down, before burrowing his hand inside his underwear and shamelessly scratching his balls.

A little grunt of satisfaction greeted that action. Becker adjusted his cock in his pants, gave himself another scratch and put his hands back behind his head again.

“You’d better see Ditz about those crabs, mate,” Ryan advised.

Becker grinned. “If I was a dog I’d be able to lick my balls not just scratch ‘em.”

“I once served with a guy who could suck his own cock,” Ryan said, remembering back to his last tour of duty in Iraq.

Becker’s eyes opened in surprise. “Lucky bastard. Long cock or just flexible?”

“Just flexible. Mind you, he said he’d had to practise. Couldn’t bend that far when he first tried it.”

“It’d be worth practising,” Becker mused, clearly giving the matter serious thought. “Make a nice change from Mrs Palm and her daughters. Did he used to spit or swallow?”

Ryan chuckled. “Swallow.”

“Dirty sod.” Becker sounded more amused than shocked and not for the first time Ryan wondered which way the other man swung. Ryan had never made any secret of his own sexuality but he wasn’t sure about Becker and neither was anyone else. The young captain had a reputation for being a bit aloof, but he was gradually starting to thaw out and find his feet in the unit.

“Which would you do?” Ryan asked, wondering how far he could take this line of questioning.

“Eh?”

“If you could suck your own cock… spit or swallow?”

Becker appeared to give the matter serious thought. “Swallow, I suppose. But it might be a bit hard, bent over like that. Have you ever tried it?”

“We all did after watching Jacko’s little party trick. I couldn’t quite bend far enough. Finn managed to lick his, but only by sticking his tongue out as far as it would go.”

“Sounds like Finn.” Becker stuffed his hand inside his underwear again for another scratch. “One of life’s great pleasures,” he said happily.

“What, scratching your balls?”

“Yeah. Jesus, it’s sweltering up here.” Becker shoved his trousers and underwear down off his hips and wriggled out of them with surprising grace, dumping the lot on top of his boots. “That’s better.”

“I’ll warn you if anyone else comes up, shall I?” Ryan said, noticing – without much surprise – that Becker’s body had an all-over tan.

“Thanks, mate.” Becker dropped his hand for another scratch and Ryan realised that unless he was very much mistaken, the other man’s cock was starting to swell. “I doubt we’ll get any company. The place is practically deserted.”

“If you get sunburned I’m not rubbing calamine lotion on for you.”

“I don’t burn,” Becker said smugly. “Haven’t done for years.”

Bowing to the inevitable, Ryan dragged his own teeshirt off, glad of the fact that despite his relatively fair complexion, he wasn’t prone to sunburn either. But as his cock was definitely starting to sit up and beg for attention, he wasn’t going to be taking his trousers off any time soon. The boots, however, could go, and the socks. Like all soldiers, he’d perfected the art of dressing in a hurry, so if the Anomaly Detector did go off, it wouldn’t be too much of a problem. The redoubtable Norman had even rigged up a loudspeaker on the rooftop, just for that purpose.

Ryan was torn between following the other man’s example and sprawling out on his back to enjoy the sun or continuing with his covert surveillance operation – otherwise known as perving Becker’s body.

Stifling a sigh, Ryan undid his belt, opened his trousers and remarked casually, “Your crabs are catching.” He then calmly adjusted his cock into a more upright position, consoling himself with the thought that at least Becker’s eyes were closed.

The temptation to treat this as just another casual jerk-off session was almost overwhelming and he wondered if Becker was thinking along the same lines. It was, after all, the sort of thing that bored soldiers did, but getting your dick out when you already had a hard-on was a bit bloody obvious…

Almost of their own volition, his eyes strayed back to Becker’s cock. It wasn’t his imagination; he wasn’t the only person on this rooftop with a stiffie. Becker’s foreskin was now stretched tightly around the swollen head and Ryan had to fight against the temptation to go over there and pull it back, stroking down the shaft for good measure. Much like the rest of him, Becker’s cock was a very nice shape, long and slim, and very, very lickable.

“You’ll end up with a white arse,” Becker commented.

“Are you trying to get me to take my pants off?” Ryan asked, doing his best to keep his voice level.

Becker rolled onto his side, leaning on one elbow. His cock, fully hard now, stood out from the nest of dark hair at his groin, and bobbed slightly in a way that very nearly robbed Ryan of the last shreds of his self-control.

“You’ve seen my cock.”

“And you’ve seen mine.”

“Only in the showers.”

Ryan drew in a long, slow breath, held it for a moment then exhaled equally slowly. Nope, it hadn’t done anything to slow his heart rate down. “Becker, are you propositioning me?”

“Ryan, I’m stark naked with a dick hard enough to knock nails into wood. What the fucking hell do you think I’m doing?”

“Sunbathing?” Ryan hazarded, wondering how many other, less subtle, come-ons he might have missed over the past few weeks.

He stood up, undid his zip and pushed his trousers and pants very slowly down over his hips, letting his own cock out to play.

It looked like the rabbits weren’t going to be the only ones enjoying themselves in the sunshine. Ryan sank to his knees on the artificial grass and finally allowed himself to give in to the temptation of running his fingers through the hair on Becker’s chest and following the tantalising trail down to his groin.

And much to Ryan’s enjoyment, Becker’s cock proved to be every bit as lickable as he’d imagined.

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*wibble*

Thank you very much for the nice view. Watching those two guys sunbathing would make my week if not my year!

*sighs happily*

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