fredbassett | Fic, A Mind of Its Own, Becker/Ryan, 15

Title : A Mind of Its Own
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ryan’s cock starts getting ideas of its own.
A/N : Written for

bigtitch’s birthday. I hope you’ve had a lovely day, sweetie!

The anomaly shout had consisted of an afternoon spent running around a particularly desolate stretch of the South Downs after a bunch of extremely agile – and equally irritating – small horses. Things hadn’t been too bad to start with, but then it had started to rain and at that point the chalky soil, covered only by a thin layer of grass, had turned into a very reasonable approximation of a skating rink, sending booted feet slithering everywhere in a undignified pantomime like something out of the Keystone Cops, leaving soldiers and scientists alike covered in sticky white mud.

The rain hadn’t let up, but eventually they’d managed to disentangle all the horses from a flock of rather bemused sheep and send the little creatures back to their own time. The anomaly had closed an hour later, allowing the team to return to the ARC.

The showers proved the most popular destination, but when Ryan saw the newest addition to the response team start to strip off in the changing room, he opted to provide a report in person to Lester. He didn’t trust his cock not to make its interest in the dark-haired, fresh-faced, sexy-as-a-hot-day-in-hell new boy all too clear. Ryan might be able to order his men around on a daily basis, but his cock had very definitely developed a mind of its own where Becker was concerned.

Lester looked up with ill-disguised surprise as Ryan entered his office. His sharp eyes took in the white streaks covering Ryan’s black uniform and the caked mud on his boots and he remarked benignly, “The report will wait, Ryan. It’s enough to know that the equine menace has been repatriated. Don’t let me keep you from a shower.”

Ryan murmured wholly insincere thanks and made his way to his office, intending to wait there until Becker and the others had finished showering. The cleaner who was in the process of trying to get the previous day’s mud out of the carpet took one look at his boots and failed to suppress a squawk of horror. He backed out hastily, leaving smears of white mud in his wake.

Another possibility was to sneak into the showers the civilians used instead. Hopefully they would have finished by now. That hope died instantly when he walked in to see Stephen Hart standing in the middle of the room talking to Cutter whilst pulling his clothes off. A moment later, he caught sight of Hart’s long lean body with the smattering of dark hair both on his chest and below his navel and his dick promptly stood to attention. Hart was far too similar in physical type to Becker for comfort, and there was no way that Ryan was intending to share a shower with him while he still had an overload of adrenaline in his system and a dick that was amply demonstrating its inability to follow even the simplest of orders.

He glanced at his watch. If he was lucky, Becker would have finished showering by then. As he approached the door a bunch of his lads came clattering out, talking and laughing at the tops of their voices as usual. Hopefully, Becker would be hard on their heels in search of something to drink…

Ryan walked into the room to find Becker lounging against one of the lockers, talking on his mobile phone, still fully dressed, his ever-immaculate hair still dry.

As Ryan hesitated, Becker finished the call and put his mobile inside his locker. “It’s my sister’s birthday,” he commented by way of explanation. “Then I was on the receiving end of a long story about mother’s dog trying to shag the new vicar. I swear my family get madder by the day.”

Becker gripped the hem of his black teeshirt and peeled it off, displaying an even more pleasantly fuzzy chest than the one Stephen Hart possessed. Ryan did his best not to let his eyes linger over the dark trail of hair from navel to groin that was now on display. The smooth muscles in his shoulders and back were shown off to good advantage as Becker bent down and unlaced his muddy boots.

“I loathe cleaning boots,” Becker remarked with a grimace of distaste.

“You made a bad career choice in that case,” Ryan remarked, whilst doing his best to have a stern mental word with a cock that had already started to sit up and beg for attention. “Did you ever consider accountancy instead?”

Becker pulled his socks off and started to unbuckle his belt. “Yep. But I’m crap at maths and as far as I could tell there were no opportunities to play with really big guns.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his combat trousers and slid them down his slim hips in one smooth movement, taking his underwear along for the ride.

Ryan tried – without much success – to look away. He was also fighting what could well prove to be a losing battle against the almost overwhelming desire to kneel down on the hard tiles and start sucking Becker’s cock.

Becker dumped his clothes on the bench, grabbed some shampoo and a towel and made his way to the showers, presenting Ryan with an unparalleled view of an extremely fine arse. The problem was that Becker was still talking to him, so Ryan could hardly just walk away, and it was patently obvious to anyone with half a brain that Ryan was in desperate need of a shower. And Becker undoubtedly possessed considerably more than half a brain,

He was just going to have to go with the flow and blame his very obvious erection on the adrenaline released by the afternoon’s activity, even though the insufferably cute little horses were unlikely when it came to inducing a hard-on of the proportions of the one he was currently sporting. Ryan sighed. Bluffing his way out of this one looked like the only option, and at least there was no one around to take the piss out of his predicament apart from Becker and he’d just have to rely on his fellow captain’s good manners. Although he wasn’t sure how far a man whose mother’s dog tried to shag the vicar could be relied on when it came to social decorum.

Quickly removing his boots and the rest of the clothes, Ryan made his way to the side of the room devoted to the showers, glad of the fact that Becker had his eyes closed and was busy washing his hair. Maybe if he was really lucky, Becker wouldn’t notice…

A moment later, a pair of amused brown eyes stared down at his crotch and Becker commented, “Dangerous little buggers, ponies.”

“Adrenalin,” Ryan agreed, managing to keep a straight face – to match his straight dick – while squirting shower gel onto his hands and running them over his chest and arms.

Becker sighed theatrically. “Bugger, and here was me thinking you found my manly charms irresistible.”

Ryan’s stomach did a neat little back-flip. He watched the water streaming down over Becker’s lean, strong body and tried to work out if his fellow captain was flirting with him or not. His cock expressed its feelings on the subject with a hopeful twitch.

Before Ryan had chance to reply, Becker stretched out his hand and grasped his cock in one long-fingered hand before started to slowly jack him off. Ryan tried – and failed – to bite back a groan as Becker continued to stroke him from root to tip.

“There’s another reason I didn’t fancy becoming an accountant,” Becker remarked as Ryan thrust into his grip.

“No communal showers?” Ryan hazarded as warmth rushed through his groin and he came in what was probably a record-breaking time.

Becker leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Got it in one. Now how about we go back to my place and you return the favour somewhere slightly more private?

Ryan grinned. “Play your cards right and I might even clean your boots for you.”

A look of pure happiness greeted that suggestion. “I’m prepared to go a lot further than a hand-job on a first date in return for boot cleaning services.”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping for,” Ryan said a grin.

And if his cock had been a cat, it would almost certainly have been purring.

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Happy sigh.

They make a wonderful pairing.

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