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fredbassettTitle : A Different Kind of Bravery
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Lester, Blade, Finn, Fiver
Disclaimer : Not mine (except the OCs), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : There are times when doing nothing is the hardest thing.
A/N :Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
knitekat’s fandom stocking. Sorry it’s late, sweetie! I hope you enjoy this!
“Next left,” Blade ordered, his voice calm and controlled.
Fiver swung the wheel hard and the car took the corner on edge.
Lester, bent as low in the seat as the safety belt would allow, could do nothing other than put his trust in his driver and his bodyguards, hoping that Fiver’s driving skills and the combined close protection skills of Blade and Finn would be enough to see him through this latest attempt on his life.
Christine Johnson had tired of trying to subvert the ARC by political means and was now resorting to more traditional ways of disposing of an opponent. Ryan and Becker had expected something like this, and the two captains had replaced his usual driver with one of their own, assigning Blade and Finn to him full time, as well. They were escorting him home from a meeting with the Prime Minister at Chequers when Blade had thought they were being tailed.
His suspicions had been quickly confirmed. And equally quickly acted on.
They were being chased by three vehicles but so far, their black Range Rover had succeeded in staying ahead. Shots had been fired, but had gone wide, and the way Fiver was weaving around the country roads wasn’t making it easy for their pursuers. Blade had called for immediate back-up, but any other ARC vehicles were 45 minutes away, so for now they were on their own.
“Could do with you levelling the odds a bit, mate,” Blade said from the back seat.
“On it,” Finn replied. Lester had heard the familiar snap of a rifle magazine being slammed home. “Gonna get noisy, boss,” the young soldier said, sounding as cheerful as if he’d just accepted the offer of a drink.
A blast of cool air swept through the car as the front passenger window wound smoothly down. A moment later, a short burst of automatic fire cut across the engine noise.
“Nice one!” Fiver congratulated.
“Stay down!” Blade ordered, pressing his hand firmly between Lester’s shoulder blades. “He’s taken out one of the front tyres on the lead vehicle. It’s slewing across the road.” He drew in his breath sharply. “Just missed a car coming the other way. Get us off this road, Fiver. We need to take this somewhere more private before those fuckers wipe someone out. Second right should get us onto a forest track.”
“If I stay down here much longer, I am likely to be sick,” Lester commented, aiming for nonchalant, but probably missing by a mile.
“Try not to choke if you do, sir,” Blade said. “First aid’s not my strongest suit.”
“You’re lying, Richards, I’ve seen your file, remember.”
Another three-round burst came from the front of the vehicle.
“Only the bits the Head Shed let you see, sir,” Blade said, when the noise died down.
“I’m not going to win this argument, am I?”
“No, sir. Not this time. They’ve lost control of the lead car.” Blade’s words were followed by a loud bang.
“Straight into a tree,” Finn said with satisfaction. “One down, two to go. That Suzuki won’t handle as well off road as this will. Can’t see what the one behind is.”
“Yamaha,” Fiver said. “More Japanese crap.” He spun the wheel again. “Going to get bumpy.”
A moment later, Lester heard a sharp crack and felt a shockwave travel through the vehicle but the Range Rover didn’t slow in its tracks.
“Barrier,” Fiver supplied. “They don’t make ‘em like they used to do.”
“I’ll tell the Forestry Commission that when they send us the bill, shall I?” Lester said, thinking that he might actually be about to make good on his threat and be sick. The relative smoothness of the tarmacked road had now been replaced by a bumpy, rutted track, but Fiver showed no sign of slowing the vehicle’s headlong progress.
“Drop the next one, Finn.” Blade commanded.
“Your wish is my command.”
Lester pictured the young soldier hanging out of the window, readying his next shot, but before he heard the rifle’s report again, Fiver swore viciously and slammed on the brakes. The Range Rover listed hard to the left.
The hand between Lester’s shoulders lifted momentarily and Lester seized the opportunity to straighten up, just in time to see Fiver desperately swerving around the wreckage of what appeared to be a burnt-out van in the middle of the track. Trees rushed past on either side, but it was obvious they were in trouble. Finn had pulled his head back inside the Range Rover and was bracing himself, unable to take a shot.
Their pursuers opened fire.
Lester ducked without needing to be told. He knew the windows were made of armoured glass, but it still felt more exposed to leave his head in sight.
The Range Rover lurched again, and Lester knew one of the rear tyres had been shot out. Despite that, Fiver kept the vehicle moving. Branches ripped at the sides and slapped the roof, cracking around them. The wheels spun on soft ground, but the young special forces soldier kept them moving forwards.
“Try not to fucking decapitate me,” Finn ordered. A heavy burst of fire followed his words.
“He’s taken out their windscreen,” Blade said, his voice still preternaturally calm.
A second burst of fire followed.
“He’s got the driver and at least one passenger.”
Lester felt only satisfaction at the words. Their pursuers were trying to kill him. He wasn’t wasting any sympathy on the men. “Where’s the third car?” he asked, struggling upright again.
“Can’t tell,” Blade said.
“Ahead,” Fiver said, a note of deep disgust in his voice. “They got round that sodding van on the other side and are running without lights, but I caught a flash of them.”
“They want us, they can come get us,” Finn commented. “Blade?”
“We’ve evened the odds enough. Kill the lights and get as far as you can away from the track, find some cover and stop.”
“On it.”
The Range Rover continued its lurching progress through the trees, taking more damage. This was going to need more than a paint job.
Lester’s heart was thumping uncomfortably fast in his stomach and he was fighting a desperate battle against the urges coming at him in waves from his bladder, but he was damned if he was going to lose that fight.
The vehicle came to an abrupt halt.
“You’re going to have to trust us now, sir,” Blade said, his voice still utterly calm. “We can protect you better outside the car than inside. But whatever you do, stay inside, stay down and keep the doors locked,” Blade ordered. “It’ll take a rocket launcher to blow a hole in this thing and I’m willing to bet they haven’t got one of those, but if they have, they’ll be dead before they get the chance to pull the trigger.”
It was possibly the longest speech Lester had ever heard from his usually taciturn bodyguard. The thought of being left along in the Range Rover brought the loss of bladder control even closer and Lester only held it back by sheer force of will.
What he wanted to say was Don’t leave me!. What he managed to say was, “Be careful!”
Three doors opened and closed simultaneously and then the central locking clicked shut. Lester had a key fob in his pocket, but he knew that it was potentially more than his life was worth to disobey Blade’s order. Every instinct told him to open the door and run, as far and as fast as he could. But it was pitch dark and he had no clear idea where they were. For all he knew, their pursuers had night-vision goggles and blundering around in the woods would just leave him even more exposed.
Crouching in the roomy footwell in the back of the Range Ronge, Lester did his best to slow his breathing down and push back the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm him. His pursuers were professionals, they would know he’d been left in the car… his heart rate spiked again, and he trust that thought away. Professionals were protecting him as well. Ryan and Becker had impressed it on him that he could trust these men with his life. He just hadn’t expected to put that to the test quite so dramatically.
In the dark interior of the vehicle, he couldn’t see the dial on his watch, and so resorted to counting to sixty to measure each passing minute. It was easier said than done. The slightest noise from outside made him lose track of where he was. At the third attempt he got as far as 53 when a burst of automatic fire almost caused the loss of bladder control.
A single shot responded. Lester would have bet any money, that was Finn. The young soldier was widely believed to be one of the best snipers in the Regiment. Lester had read many filed reports praising his ability with both conventional weapons and the tranquiliser guns that Cutter and Abby insisted on. Lester had never been wholly convinced by Cutter’s arguments that the timeline had to be preserved at all costs. The majority of the creatures the team took so much trouble to repatriate were probably all doomed to fall victim to one extinction or another.
The harsh chatter of more automatic fire cut across his thoughts. Lester felt another surge of adrenaline, triggering his flight or fight response. His fingers clutched the key fob and he fought the urge to press the plastic and release the door locks. The rifle fire had sounded much closer…
The next burst was definitely closer. Lester felt the sharp impact of a bullet gouging paint and metal. The sound came from far too close to his position for comfort and it took all his willpower not to press the key fob, release the door and scramble out into the welcoming darkness of the trees. The bullet-proof glass in the windows deadened much of the sound from outside the vehicle, letting only the crack of the bullets penetrate the thick shell.
Lester drew a shuddering breath into his lungs and realised that his hands were shaking from the tension in his body. He listened, but heard nothing but the harsh sound of his own breathing. With an effort of will that felt almost beyond him, Lester forced himself to breathe slowly and more deeply. He clasped his hands together, feeling the car key digging into his palm. That provided a distraction, and he gripped the key harder.
He started counting again. Anything to take his mind off the fact that he was holed up in a damaged car being hunted by men with gun.
A loud cry of pain followed a single shot.
Lester’s lips curved into a smile of grim satisfaction. He would lay good money on the fact that a single shot had come from Finn. As far as he knew, Finn was the only one of his protectors armed with a rifle.
Another cry of pain split the night, but no gunshots followed.
Lester had reached 253 in his head before a click inside the car told him that the door locks had been deactivated.
“All over, sir. Blade sounded utterly calm.
Lester took his cue from his bodyguard and forced his own voice into a studiously neutral tone. “Any damage on our side?”
“Only to the Range Rover.”
“Do we have anything to pin on Johnson?”
“A full confession recorded on Fiver’s phone. It won’t stand up in court, but it won’t need to. It’ll be enough to get the Bitch Queen off our backs.”
Lester uncurled his stiff limbs from an ungainly crouch and managed to get out of the Range Rover without falling flat on his face. Blade held out a hand to steady him and even in the darkness of the forest, Lester could see the blood stains on his hands. He decided not to ask how the confession had been extracted.
“Did any of them survive?”
“Two. We’ll never live it down.”
“Useful if the Minister wants further evidence.” Lester took a tentative step away from the support of the battered black Range Rover. “If the current danger has passed, you’ll excuse me for a moment, I trust?”
“I’ll be five paces away, sir.”
“I’ll try not to find that inhibiting.”
Lester made his way to the nearest tree and tried to pull down the zip of his trousers. His hands were shaking so badly that it took three attempts just to get his cock out, and then he was left with the problem of how to piss when he was in possession of the word’s most inconvenient adrenaline-induced hard-on.
Pain from the pressure on his bladder warred with an equally insistent pain in his left hand. Lester unclenched his fist and saw that he’d dug the car key into his palm deeply enough to draw blood. He bit back a sigh at his own stupidity. All he’d had to do was stay calm and wait for three highly competent special forces soldiers to deal with the problem and it seemed he hadn’t even been very good at that.
“Let me take that, sir.” Blade plucked the key from Lester’s hand and pressed what looked like a small field dressing onto his palm. “Press down on that. I’ll sort it properly when you’ve finished.”
“That might not be any time soon,” Lester muttered, all too aware of the hard cock jutting out of his trousers. He’d just have to wait for his bloody erection to subside.
“I can help with that, if you’ll let me?” The offer was spoken softly, for Lester’s ears only. “It’s just an adrenaline reaction.”
The pain in his abdomen was such that Lester couldn’t stop himself nodding in acquiescence. Before he had the chance to change his mind, he felt cool fingers wrap around his cock and slide along his hard length. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through him, mingling with the pain and fusing into a warm mix that curled in his stomach and flared with each firm stroke of a gun-callused palm to set his nerves on fire.
Lester gasped and gave an involuntary thrust into Blade’s hand. The younger man’s grip was a shade too tight, and more than a touch too rough, but it was exactly what Lester craved. The young soldier slicked his palm with the moisture breading at the tip of Lester’s cock and in half a dozen sure strokes he’d taken him to the edge and then dragged him over into a world where all that was left was a burst of pleasure more intense that anything he’d know before.
His knees shook, but strong arms snaked around his waist and held him effortlessly upright as his erection subsided and he was finally able to empty his bladder and relieve dull ache in his abdomen.
“Is this normally part of close protection duties?” Lester asked, keeping his voice low, as a stream of piss slid down the trunk of the tree in front of him. “It seems to give a new meaning to close…”
“Wouldn’t be the first time, sir.” Blade’s breath was warm against the back of his neck. “And I doubt it’ll be the last. You had the hard job. It’s no fun sitting there like a sitting duck. We just did what we’ve been trained to do. That was the easy part.”
Lester shook his cock – shaking was something that came easily to him just then – and rearranged his clothing as he came gradually back to full awareness of where they were and what had just happened.
“Let me get a proper dressing on that hand, sir.”
“I thought first aid wasn’t your forte, Richards?”
Even in the darkness under the trees, Lester caught a flash of amusement in the vivid green eyes. “I’ll cope, sir. I usually do. Now hold out your hand.”
For once in his career, Lester was quite happy to do as he was told.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Lester, Blade, Finn, Fiver
Disclaimer : Not mine (except the OCs), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : There are times when doing nothing is the hardest thing.
A/N :Written for
knitekat’s fandom stocking. Sorry it’s late, sweetie! I hope you enjoy this!“Next left,” Blade ordered, his voice calm and controlled.
Fiver swung the wheel hard and the car took the corner on edge.
Lester, bent as low in the seat as the safety belt would allow, could do nothing other than put his trust in his driver and his bodyguards, hoping that Fiver’s driving skills and the combined close protection skills of Blade and Finn would be enough to see him through this latest attempt on his life.
Christine Johnson had tired of trying to subvert the ARC by political means and was now resorting to more traditional ways of disposing of an opponent. Ryan and Becker had expected something like this, and the two captains had replaced his usual driver with one of their own, assigning Blade and Finn to him full time, as well. They were escorting him home from a meeting with the Prime Minister at Chequers when Blade had thought they were being tailed.
His suspicions had been quickly confirmed. And equally quickly acted on.
They were being chased by three vehicles but so far, their black Range Rover had succeeded in staying ahead. Shots had been fired, but had gone wide, and the way Fiver was weaving around the country roads wasn’t making it easy for their pursuers. Blade had called for immediate back-up, but any other ARC vehicles were 45 minutes away, so for now they were on their own.
“Could do with you levelling the odds a bit, mate,” Blade said from the back seat.
“On it,” Finn replied. Lester had heard the familiar snap of a rifle magazine being slammed home. “Gonna get noisy, boss,” the young soldier said, sounding as cheerful as if he’d just accepted the offer of a drink.
A blast of cool air swept through the car as the front passenger window wound smoothly down. A moment later, a short burst of automatic fire cut across the engine noise.
“Nice one!” Fiver congratulated.
“Stay down!” Blade ordered, pressing his hand firmly between Lester’s shoulder blades. “He’s taken out one of the front tyres on the lead vehicle. It’s slewing across the road.” He drew in his breath sharply. “Just missed a car coming the other way. Get us off this road, Fiver. We need to take this somewhere more private before those fuckers wipe someone out. Second right should get us onto a forest track.”
“If I stay down here much longer, I am likely to be sick,” Lester commented, aiming for nonchalant, but probably missing by a mile.
“Try not to choke if you do, sir,” Blade said. “First aid’s not my strongest suit.”
“You’re lying, Richards, I’ve seen your file, remember.”
Another three-round burst came from the front of the vehicle.
“Only the bits the Head Shed let you see, sir,” Blade said, when the noise died down.
“I’m not going to win this argument, am I?”
“No, sir. Not this time. They’ve lost control of the lead car.” Blade’s words were followed by a loud bang.
“Straight into a tree,” Finn said with satisfaction. “One down, two to go. That Suzuki won’t handle as well off road as this will. Can’t see what the one behind is.”
“Yamaha,” Fiver said. “More Japanese crap.” He spun the wheel again. “Going to get bumpy.”
A moment later, Lester heard a sharp crack and felt a shockwave travel through the vehicle but the Range Rover didn’t slow in its tracks.
“Barrier,” Fiver supplied. “They don’t make ‘em like they used to do.”
“I’ll tell the Forestry Commission that when they send us the bill, shall I?” Lester said, thinking that he might actually be about to make good on his threat and be sick. The relative smoothness of the tarmacked road had now been replaced by a bumpy, rutted track, but Fiver showed no sign of slowing the vehicle’s headlong progress.
“Drop the next one, Finn.” Blade commanded.
“Your wish is my command.”
Lester pictured the young soldier hanging out of the window, readying his next shot, but before he heard the rifle’s report again, Fiver swore viciously and slammed on the brakes. The Range Rover listed hard to the left.
The hand between Lester’s shoulders lifted momentarily and Lester seized the opportunity to straighten up, just in time to see Fiver desperately swerving around the wreckage of what appeared to be a burnt-out van in the middle of the track. Trees rushed past on either side, but it was obvious they were in trouble. Finn had pulled his head back inside the Range Rover and was bracing himself, unable to take a shot.
Their pursuers opened fire.
Lester ducked without needing to be told. He knew the windows were made of armoured glass, but it still felt more exposed to leave his head in sight.
The Range Rover lurched again, and Lester knew one of the rear tyres had been shot out. Despite that, Fiver kept the vehicle moving. Branches ripped at the sides and slapped the roof, cracking around them. The wheels spun on soft ground, but the young special forces soldier kept them moving forwards.
“Try not to fucking decapitate me,” Finn ordered. A heavy burst of fire followed his words.
“He’s taken out their windscreen,” Blade said, his voice still preternaturally calm.
A second burst of fire followed.
“He’s got the driver and at least one passenger.”
Lester felt only satisfaction at the words. Their pursuers were trying to kill him. He wasn’t wasting any sympathy on the men. “Where’s the third car?” he asked, struggling upright again.
“Can’t tell,” Blade said.
“Ahead,” Fiver said, a note of deep disgust in his voice. “They got round that sodding van on the other side and are running without lights, but I caught a flash of them.”
“They want us, they can come get us,” Finn commented. “Blade?”
“We’ve evened the odds enough. Kill the lights and get as far as you can away from the track, find some cover and stop.”
“On it.”
The Range Rover continued its lurching progress through the trees, taking more damage. This was going to need more than a paint job.
Lester’s heart was thumping uncomfortably fast in his stomach and he was fighting a desperate battle against the urges coming at him in waves from his bladder, but he was damned if he was going to lose that fight.
The vehicle came to an abrupt halt.
“You’re going to have to trust us now, sir,” Blade said, his voice still utterly calm. “We can protect you better outside the car than inside. But whatever you do, stay inside, stay down and keep the doors locked,” Blade ordered. “It’ll take a rocket launcher to blow a hole in this thing and I’m willing to bet they haven’t got one of those, but if they have, they’ll be dead before they get the chance to pull the trigger.”
It was possibly the longest speech Lester had ever heard from his usually taciturn bodyguard. The thought of being left along in the Range Rover brought the loss of bladder control even closer and Lester only held it back by sheer force of will.
What he wanted to say was Don’t leave me!. What he managed to say was, “Be careful!”
Three doors opened and closed simultaneously and then the central locking clicked shut. Lester had a key fob in his pocket, but he knew that it was potentially more than his life was worth to disobey Blade’s order. Every instinct told him to open the door and run, as far and as fast as he could. But it was pitch dark and he had no clear idea where they were. For all he knew, their pursuers had night-vision goggles and blundering around in the woods would just leave him even more exposed.
Crouching in the roomy footwell in the back of the Range Ronge, Lester did his best to slow his breathing down and push back the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm him. His pursuers were professionals, they would know he’d been left in the car… his heart rate spiked again, and he trust that thought away. Professionals were protecting him as well. Ryan and Becker had impressed it on him that he could trust these men with his life. He just hadn’t expected to put that to the test quite so dramatically.
In the dark interior of the vehicle, he couldn’t see the dial on his watch, and so resorted to counting to sixty to measure each passing minute. It was easier said than done. The slightest noise from outside made him lose track of where he was. At the third attempt he got as far as 53 when a burst of automatic fire almost caused the loss of bladder control.
A single shot responded. Lester would have bet any money, that was Finn. The young soldier was widely believed to be one of the best snipers in the Regiment. Lester had read many filed reports praising his ability with both conventional weapons and the tranquiliser guns that Cutter and Abby insisted on. Lester had never been wholly convinced by Cutter’s arguments that the timeline had to be preserved at all costs. The majority of the creatures the team took so much trouble to repatriate were probably all doomed to fall victim to one extinction or another.
The harsh chatter of more automatic fire cut across his thoughts. Lester felt another surge of adrenaline, triggering his flight or fight response. His fingers clutched the key fob and he fought the urge to press the plastic and release the door locks. The rifle fire had sounded much closer…
The next burst was definitely closer. Lester felt the sharp impact of a bullet gouging paint and metal. The sound came from far too close to his position for comfort and it took all his willpower not to press the key fob, release the door and scramble out into the welcoming darkness of the trees. The bullet-proof glass in the windows deadened much of the sound from outside the vehicle, letting only the crack of the bullets penetrate the thick shell.
Lester drew a shuddering breath into his lungs and realised that his hands were shaking from the tension in his body. He listened, but heard nothing but the harsh sound of his own breathing. With an effort of will that felt almost beyond him, Lester forced himself to breathe slowly and more deeply. He clasped his hands together, feeling the car key digging into his palm. That provided a distraction, and he gripped the key harder.
He started counting again. Anything to take his mind off the fact that he was holed up in a damaged car being hunted by men with gun.
A loud cry of pain followed a single shot.
Lester’s lips curved into a smile of grim satisfaction. He would lay good money on the fact that a single shot had come from Finn. As far as he knew, Finn was the only one of his protectors armed with a rifle.
Another cry of pain split the night, but no gunshots followed.
Lester had reached 253 in his head before a click inside the car told him that the door locks had been deactivated.
“All over, sir. Blade sounded utterly calm.
Lester took his cue from his bodyguard and forced his own voice into a studiously neutral tone. “Any damage on our side?”
“Only to the Range Rover.”
“Do we have anything to pin on Johnson?”
“A full confession recorded on Fiver’s phone. It won’t stand up in court, but it won’t need to. It’ll be enough to get the Bitch Queen off our backs.”
Lester uncurled his stiff limbs from an ungainly crouch and managed to get out of the Range Rover without falling flat on his face. Blade held out a hand to steady him and even in the darkness of the forest, Lester could see the blood stains on his hands. He decided not to ask how the confession had been extracted.
“Did any of them survive?”
“Two. We’ll never live it down.”
“Useful if the Minister wants further evidence.” Lester took a tentative step away from the support of the battered black Range Rover. “If the current danger has passed, you’ll excuse me for a moment, I trust?”
“I’ll be five paces away, sir.”
“I’ll try not to find that inhibiting.”
Lester made his way to the nearest tree and tried to pull down the zip of his trousers. His hands were shaking so badly that it took three attempts just to get his cock out, and then he was left with the problem of how to piss when he was in possession of the word’s most inconvenient adrenaline-induced hard-on.
Pain from the pressure on his bladder warred with an equally insistent pain in his left hand. Lester unclenched his fist and saw that he’d dug the car key into his palm deeply enough to draw blood. He bit back a sigh at his own stupidity. All he’d had to do was stay calm and wait for three highly competent special forces soldiers to deal with the problem and it seemed he hadn’t even been very good at that.
“Let me take that, sir.” Blade plucked the key from Lester’s hand and pressed what looked like a small field dressing onto his palm. “Press down on that. I’ll sort it properly when you’ve finished.”
“That might not be any time soon,” Lester muttered, all too aware of the hard cock jutting out of his trousers. He’d just have to wait for his bloody erection to subside.
“I can help with that, if you’ll let me?” The offer was spoken softly, for Lester’s ears only. “It’s just an adrenaline reaction.”
The pain in his abdomen was such that Lester couldn’t stop himself nodding in acquiescence. Before he had the chance to change his mind, he felt cool fingers wrap around his cock and slide along his hard length. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through him, mingling with the pain and fusing into a warm mix that curled in his stomach and flared with each firm stroke of a gun-callused palm to set his nerves on fire.
Lester gasped and gave an involuntary thrust into Blade’s hand. The younger man’s grip was a shade too tight, and more than a touch too rough, but it was exactly what Lester craved. The young soldier slicked his palm with the moisture breading at the tip of Lester’s cock and in half a dozen sure strokes he’d taken him to the edge and then dragged him over into a world where all that was left was a burst of pleasure more intense that anything he’d know before.
His knees shook, but strong arms snaked around his waist and held him effortlessly upright as his erection subsided and he was finally able to empty his bladder and relieve dull ache in his abdomen.
“Is this normally part of close protection duties?” Lester asked, keeping his voice low, as a stream of piss slid down the trunk of the tree in front of him. “It seems to give a new meaning to close…”
“Wouldn’t be the first time, sir.” Blade’s breath was warm against the back of his neck. “And I doubt it’ll be the last. You had the hard job. It’s no fun sitting there like a sitting duck. We just did what we’ve been trained to do. That was the easy part.”
Lester shook his cock – shaking was something that came easily to him just then – and rearranged his clothing as he came gradually back to full awareness of where they were and what had just happened.
“Let me get a proper dressing on that hand, sir.”
“I thought first aid wasn’t your forte, Richards?”
Even in the darkness under the trees, Lester caught a flash of amusement in the vivid green eyes. “I’ll cope, sir. I usually do. Now hold out your hand.”
For once in his career, Lester was quite happy to do as he was told.
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Date: 2018-01-19 09:19 pm (UTC)Beautiful!
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Date: 2018-01-20 08:20 pm (UTC)This was bloody awesome :D I loved it!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
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Date: 2018-01-20 11:08 pm (UTC)And there had to be wanking and pissing in the fic. Blade and Lester = yummy.
This is a bloody lovely pressie. *winds around legs, purring*
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