fredbassett | Fic, To Beg or Not To Beg, Becker/Ryan, 18

Title : To Beg or Not To Beg
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Becker/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary :

lukadreaming wanted cocks up arses, so need I say more? Here, have some Friday night porn.

Becker checked both his Mossberg and Ryan’s M4 back into the armoury along with their Glock 19s and assorted other weapons of mass destruction. Returning the unused ammunition took far less time than usual, courtesy of a day spent hunting – and being hunted by – quite the most vicious bunch of little fuckers that they’d ever had the misfortune to encounter.

The lads were making their usual racket, comparing scores – out of Cutter’s hearing, of course – and generally taking the piss out of each other as usual. Ryan had gone to report to Lester, and Becker was debating the merits of either diving into a shower at the ARC or heading for home and a cold beer. The main reason for choosing the latter option had been making its presence felt in Becker’s pants for the last half hour. He was sporting an impressive hard-on, courtesy of the adrenalin that had flooded his system when one of the creatures had damn nearly ripped his throat out with a razor-sharp talon. He’d swayed backwards and Ryan had got a clear shot in, but it had been too close for comfort and afterwards his body had reacted in the time-honoured manner.

He desperately needed a wank, but the same thing probably went for most of the squad. It had been a while since Becker had jerked off in company and he wasn’t quite sure what the protocol was so far as officers were concerned in this set up, so until he had chance to check with Ryan, it was probably better to play it safe and wait until he got home. He tapped the last of the ammo returns into the computer, locked the weapons cabinet and went in search of his fellow captain.

Ryan was making his way down the ramp into the command centre. The bulky combat trousers didn’t quite manage to conceal the fact that Becker wasn’t the only one with a raging hard-on.

“Good job we’ve got some more stock on order,” Becker commented. “Another couple of outings like that and we’d be reduced to just using harsh language on the next lot of little darlings terrorising the countryside.”

“No shortage of that today,” Ryan said, his eyes alight with amusement. “And I don’t just mean from Miss Lewis.” Ryan’s eyes dropped to the bulge in Becker’s trousers. “Want to get changed and head home, or shower here?”

“Home sounds good,” Becker said. The sight of the pair of them still wearing combats covered in a liberal coating of blood and guts wouldn’t go down to well if one of their neighbours happened to be coming back from the school run with her kids. Although the two changeling monsters that passed for children would no doubt approve and demand a full explanation. The eldest, an angelic looking 11-year-old had already seen fit to ask Becker if he’d ever garrotted anyone and then had seemed disappointed when he’d lied and said no.

By the time they got to the locker room, most of the lads had finished in the showers and were clattering around getting changed and deciding where to go for a curry. Becker pulled off his black teeshirt and grabbed a red checked shirt. His trousers weren’t too bad and if he left the shirt loose it would cover the worst of the dried blood and hide his erection.

Ryan grinned at him but made no comment. Becker watched as his lover bundled his filthy uniform into a laundry hamper, chucked his boots into his locker to be cleaned later and shimmied into a pair of jeans, pulling the zip up over his straining cock with some difficulty. For a minute, Becker contemplated waiting until the last of the lads had gone off in search of booze and food then dropping to his knees and sucking Ryan off, but knowing his luck, the cleaners would choose that moment to make a start on restoring the place to order.

The drive home through the school-run traffic did absolutely nothing to reduce the throbbing ache in Becker’s groin. As he parked the car, Ryan groaned. “Oh fuck, it’s Molly Harris and those flamin’ kids. Quick, get inside before one of the little fuckers wants to know if either of us has ever knee-capped anyone...”

The pair of them made a dash for the front door. Becker fumbled with the keys and then they reached the sanctuary of the hallway. The door had barely closed before Ryan dragged Becker into a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue. Becker wormed his hands under Ryan’s shirt, enjoying the feel of warm skin as Ryan ground their erections together hard.

Becker let his head fall back against the wall and gave in to the sensations as Ryan kissed his way down his throat, stubble scratching against his skin, at the same time as Ryan was deftly undoing the buttons on Becker’s shirt before nuzzling at the hair on his chest and then nipping hard at each nipple with his teeth.

Becker groaned and raked his nails down Ryan’s back. If Ryan carried on like that, Becker would be coming in his pants and after the day they’d had, he wanted more than that. As though divining his thoughts, Ryan pulled back and took the time to undo his own belt, finally easing the zip of jeans past his erection. Becker grinned at the sight of the patch of moisture on Ryan’s black briefs. He clearly wasn’t the only one who was hard and leaking.

“Beer then a fuck,” Ryan declared. “And lose those clothes. I want time to admire the view.”

“Me too.” Becker grabbed the hem of Ryan’s shirt and pulled it over his lover’s head. Ryan wasn’t the only one who liked to look as well as touch. They’d both been in the army far too long to have any concerns about nakedness and in moments, two hard cocks had been freed from the confines of their clothes. Ryan’s stood out from a nest of dark-blond curls, foreskin drawn partly back to expose the engorged tip. Becker’s promptly sprang to attention as well.

Ryan reached out and traced his finger down the trail of dark hair that led from Becker’s navel to his groin then brought it up the long curve of his dick to the pre-come beading at the slit. Ryan lifted his finger to his lips and licked it. Becker’s self-control took an abrupt nose-dive and he did what he’d be fantasising about in the locker-room and dropped to his knees taking Ryan’s cock in his mouth and sucking hard. Ryan’s fingers carded through his hair and he fucked Becker’s willing mouth.

Becker reached up and applied pressure to the base of Ryan’s cock before pulling back and looking up the long muscular line of his lover’s body. “I thought you wanted a beer?”

Ryan groaned. “Choices, choices. Come down your throat or have a beer… Can’t I do both?”

Becker gave Ryan’s delectable cock one last lick. “No. I want you to come in my arse and not before.”

Ryan pulled him to his feet and into another hard, demanding kiss. “I’ll last approximately ten seconds inside that tight little arse of yours. You want more than that, don’t you? Let me come in your mouth and then I’ll fuck your arse raw. How does that sound?”

“You’re wheedling,” Becker pointed out as he headed in the direction of the kitchen in search of beer.

“You know it makes sense.”

“What about me?”

“I’ll suck you off as well…”

“Now you’re talking.” Becker grabbed two bottles of cold beer out of the fridge and flipped the tops off, doing his best to ignore the way Ryan’s fingers were trailing tantalisingly down his back to tease at the crack of his arse.

“I’ve spent most of the day sweating,” Becker warned.

Ryan grinned. “So I won’t rim you until after you’ve had a shower. Now can I just come in your mouth, please?”

Becker finished the beer in three long pulls at the neck of the bottle then with some of the cold liquid still swilling around in his mouth, he went to his knees again and engulfed Ryan’s hot, hard cock. The sensation of sudden cold against Ryan’s over-heated flesh brought another groan to his lips. Becker grinned around his mouthful and reached up to play with Ryan’s balls. That would send him over the edge in minutes and then it would be Becker’s turn…

He slid down the long length of Ryan’s cock then moved slowly up again, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled the sensitive head and flicked his tongue at the taut ridge of skin on the underside.

Ryan’s hands tightened in Becker’s hair and with a muttered curse he came. Thick fluid burst into Becker’s mouth as he milked Ryan through his climax. Becker’s own cock was hot and heavy between his legs and the temptation just to drop one hand and jack himself off was almost overwhelming, but then strong hands gripped his arms hard enough to bruise and hauled him to his feet. Ryan’s lips met his in a messy, uncoordinated kiss as his lover determinedly chased his own taste around Becker’s mouth with his tongue. Becker’s cock was pressed between their bodies and he felt heat pooling in his belly.

Clearly sensing how close he was, Ryan broke off the kiss and dropped to his knees. His lips closed around the head of Becker’s cock, hot and demanding. It took no more than one flick of Ryan’s tongue over his sensitive slit to trigger the release Becker had been craving for hours. A moment later, soft lips covered his and Becker was kissed breathless for the second time while the tremors of orgasm coursed through his body.

“More beer?” Ryan enquired lazily, nuzzling at Becker’s ear in a way that never failed to send shivers of pleasure dancing up his spine.

By the time another beer had joined the first in his stomach, Becker was starting to relax. The adrenalin had ebbed from his system leaving behind a pleasant feeling of lethargy. After setting two more beers down on top of a chest of drawers in the bedroom, Becker followed Ryan into the shower. One of the reasons behind choosing this particular flat was to acquire a shower large enough to accommodate both of them, something that they took advantage of very regularly. With blissfully hot water cascading over his skin, Becker shot a dollop of shower gel onto one palm and started to run his hands over Ryan’s body, enjoying the feel of hard muscles under his fingers.

Ryan was equally quick to return the favour, and this time when Ryan’s shampoo-slick fingers dipped into the cleft of his arse, Becker simply pushed back against them, enjoying the slight burn as one slipped easily inside him, followed by a second. Becker’s cock started to take a very distinct interest in the proceedings. Hands roamed over bodies and mouths pressed kisses on water-slick skin.

Before the water had chance to turn cold, they transferred their activities to the bedroom, rubbing at each other’s bodies with a towel before Becker quickly found himself expertly flipped onto his stomach on the bed with Ryan’s hard cock pressed up against his arse. He felt Ryan reach out to grab the lube from the bedside table.

“Cock not fingers,” Becker said quickly.

“Randy little fucker,” Ryan commented, clearly amused. “Don’t blame me if you can’t sit down tomorrow.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Becker retorted.

There was a time and a place for the one finger, two fingers routine and it wasn’t now, not with his cock hard and leaking for a second time that evening. With the small amount of prep he’d had in the shower, Becker knew he could take this. He shifted onto his hands and knees and felt Ryan positioning himself behind him and then the head of Ryan’s cock pushed between his arse-cheeks and started to breach his body.

Becker bit back a gasp, enjoying the sensation of being penetrated with minimal preparation. Ryan joked about how much of a cock-slut he was and his lover was right. Becker loved being fucked, loved his arse being filled and pounded until he could barely sit down without wincing, loved the feeling of Ryan’s hands holding him in place as he slid home, burying himself balls-deep in Becker’s body. Without allowing him time to adjust, Ryan started to give him exactly what he wanted, setting up a hard, deep rhythm that nudged against his prostate with every thrust. Sparks exploded in Becker’s brain as he pushed back to meet every stroke.

Becker could feel his second climax building inexorably as Ryan continued to slam into him, nailing his prostate every time, then without warming a hand slid from his hip to his groin and strong fingers gripped the base of his cock.

“Fuck, no, need to come…” Becker knew perfectly well he was whining and that Ryan would take the piss unmercifully later but he didn’t care. He was so close, so fucking close…

“Beg,” Ryan instructed, sounding way, way too cool and collected for someone who had just spent the last few minutes hammering his dick into Becker’s arse.

The minute he heard that word, Becker’s competitive streak kicked in and he bit back the plea that had been hovering on his lips. “Bastard,” he muttered instead, his head thrown back, eyes closed and teeth clenched against the sensations that were threatening to overwhelm him.

Ryan’s laugh ghosted over his over-heated skin. Becker found himself pulled backwards, astride Ryan’s thighs as his lover settled back on his heels on the bed. One hand reached up to pinch hard at one of Becker’s nipples while the other carried on acting as an impromptu cock-ring.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” Ryan instructed. “If you can make me come before I make you beg then I’ll make the tea every morning for a week.”

“And do the washing up?” Becker demanded. He was Special Forces, he’d been trained in negotiation techniques.

Ryan nuzzled at his neck. “And clean your boots every day… but if you lose, you do the same for me, soldier boy…”

Jesus, the bastard was nuzzling, no one had said anything about nuzzling… nuzzling wasn’t playing fair… “Yeah, whatever,” he ground out. He could do this… He could hold out.

Becker clenched the muscles in his thighs and started to slowly rise and fall on Ryan’s cock, fucking himself like he’d been instructed. A minor explosion detonated in his groin and Becker realised too late that in this position Ryan’s dick would nail his fucking prostate every time he sank back down. He hadn’t counted on that. Nor had he counted on Ryan rubbing a day’s growth of stubble over the sensitive spot at the back of his neck. He sighed. Maybe upping the ante hadn’t been one of his brighter ideas…

Gritting his teeth against the pressure building in his groin that Ryan was so expertly holding back, Becker started to rise and fall, letting Ryan’s cock almost slip free of his body, knowing that the extra drag as it pushed past the ring of muscle every time would increase the chances of him bringing Ryan off before he reached the stage of begging for release.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Ryan said approvingly. “Do that again. Your arse is as tight as my Aunt Ethel’s budgie’s butt, have I ever told you that?”

“You lie like a cheap carpet,” Becker retorted. “You haven’t got an Aunt Ethel.”

“She hasn’t got a budgie, either.”

“She can’t have a fucking budgie when she’s an imaginary fucking aunt!”

The pressure on his prostate was building and Becker was desperate to take his mind off the need to come. The muscles in his thighs were starting to tremble and he couldn’t for the sodding life of him work out how Ryan was managed to sound so in control, even though the bastard had come only 20 minutes ago, but so had he, so why was he starting to sound like a whiny brat and Ryan wasn’t?

The burn in Becker’s arse was starting to intensify. Ryan had used the bare minimum of lube, so he should be feeling the friction as intensely as Becker, but if he was, no sign of it was evident. Becker could still feel the slow, steady movement of Ryan’s chest against his back, skin sweat-slick and hot. The bastard wasn’t even panting…

Despite the fingers still holding the base of his cock in a painfully tight grip, moisture was beading at its tip. And apparently he wasn’t the only one who had noticed that. Ryan promptly gave up teasing Becker’s nipples with his nails and transferred his attentions elsewhere, using his fingertips to massage the pre-come into the dark flesh of Becker’s dick. Becker closed his eyes and continued to fuck himself senseless, even though he knew his chances of winning this stupid game were rapidly diminishing.

“You’re a stubborn little bugger,” Ryan murmured, licking a long wet stripe up Becker’s spine.

“I object… to the use… of the word… little,” Becker gasped, all too conscious of the fact that his rhythm was starting to falter. His breathing was ragged, his arse felt like he was fucking himself on the barrel of his shotgun and the pressure on his prostate was just about to cross the pleasure-pain divide at speed… People did this sort of thing for fun? All he’d wanted was a nice uncomplicated shag and his fucking boyfriend had decided to turn this into some sort of competition…

“Say pretty please and I’ll let you come…” Ryan’s voice slid over his skin like silk.

“Fuck. Off.”

Ryan laughed and countered by dragging his fingernail across Becker’s leaking slit. The sensation ran like a lighting strike down his dick and came close to shorting out Becker’s last remaining brain cell. He was so close he could practically taste his own need. The ache in his balls was intense, his cock was throbbing and he had to come… he just had to fucking come…

“Ryan, please, just let me fucking come…”

The moment the word please had left Becker’s lips, Ryan let go of his hold on Becker’s cock and slammed upwards into him, hammering into his prostate again. Becker’s senses swam as fireworks exploded in his brain. Pleasure danced a wild jig with pain and his arse tightened around Ryan’s cock. His own come splattered his chest and thighs.

A quiet gasp told him that he wasn’t the only one who had just come, but by then he was beyond caring who’d won. Strong hands gentled him through his climax and Becker was dimply conscious of Ryan straightening out his cramped legs and massaging his aching muscles.

Through a haze of pleasure, Becker felt his arse-cheeks being parted gently and a warm tongue lapped at his open hole, dipping repeatedly into his still-spasming body. Ryan’s stubble rasped again his sensitive flesh and drew another shudder from him.

“Shall I stop?” Ryan enquired in a voice laced with amusement.

Becker grunted something incomprehensible into the duvet and replied by spreading his legs further in mute invitation.

Luckily for him, Ryan appeared to be a gracious winner.

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