athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,
athene
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fanfic: The Next Roll of the Dice



I realised after I posted The New Order that this series was actually set in the same ficverse as a couple of fics that I wrote way back last year - The Substitute, and Need. Both of those are Nick/Connor, and contain violence and dub-con. This Connor/Becker mini-series will probably contain similar warnings in later parts. You don't need to have read 'The Substitue' or 'Need' to follow this chapter, but it may help with later developments.

Title: The Next Roll of the Dice (follows on from The New Order)
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Connor/Becker (Connor/Nick implied)
Rating: 18
Warnings: Language, smut.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 1150
Summary: Becker wants an explanation.

 

            It was another three days before Becker could manage to talk to Connor alone.

            A stegosaurus lay unconscious in the middle of a forest, and Abby and Cutter were flapping around it, organising lifting equipment and making sure it was still breathing properly or something like that. While everyone else focussed on the dinosaur, Becker’s eye was drawn to a lone figure limping out of the trees. It had started to rain, and Connor looked even more bedraggled than usual, his clothes rapidly becoming wet as well as stained with mud and grass.

            “What happened to you?” Becker asked, walking over to him.

            There had been people running everywhere while the dinosaur was on the rampage, but he’d noticed almost immediately after everything stopped that Connor wasn’t in sight. Not that he had been deliberately looking for Connor, of course.

            Yeah, right.

            After the... incident... in the locker room, he had been looking for Connor rather a lot, but the young man had seemed to be sticking particularly close to Cutter whenever Becker was around.

            If he was completely honest with himself, Becker didn’t even know what he wanted to talk to Connor about. Maybe it was one of those things best forgotten. But the trouble was, he couldn’t forget it. And more than once he’d caught sight of Connor surreptitiously glancing in his direction when he thought that no one was looking.

            There was nothing surreptitious about Connor now, though. He just looked knackered and like he wanted nothing more than a hot bath. Connor stopped and leaned against a tree, and swiped his wet hair out of his face, making it stick up at amusing angles.

            “I’m fine,” he muttered, not meeting Becker’s eye. “Tripped over a bloody tree branch while I was running, that’s all.”

            Becker glanced back to make sure everyone else was still occupied with the dinosaur, and then loomed over Connor, bracing his arm against the tree trunk just above the young man’s shoulder. Connor looked up at him, his expression showing a flicker of interest.

            “You’ve been avoiding me,” Becker said.

            Connor shrugged. “I’ve been busy. Some of us have better things to do than stand around all day posing with weapons that are so big they’re almost certainly compensating for something.”

            Becker kept a completely straight face.

            “Well, you’d know better than anyone that I don’t need to compensate for anything.”

            There was a brief smirk on Connors lips at that comment. The young man’s eyes flickered downwards for a second, and then he was meeting Becker’s gaze again.

            “If you’re propositioning me, I have to admit I never had you down for an exhibitionist. The rest of the team are just over there.”

            Becker dropped the banter and got to the point.

            “What are you playing at, Temple?”

            Connor rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the tree.

            “Nothing.”

            “All that business in the locker room, that was nothing, was it?”

            “Yeah.”

            Connor was no longer meeting his eye at all, and Becker knew that the tension he could see in the young man was not entirely down to his latest near-miss with a creature.

            Becker leaned in close, so close that rain dripped off his hair into Connor’s face, and Connor was forced to look at him.

            “You’re lying.”

            “So what?” Connor replied with a bitter sigh. “What do you want, Becker?

            Becker was momentarily thrown off guard. He had expected more banter, more fight. He hadn’t expected Connor to be defeated so early in the game.

            “Want? I don’t want anything. Except maybe an explanation. You were the one who started this.” Becker wondered if Connor was skilled enough at this to recognise the lie when he heard it. No matter how much he had tried to convince himself otherwise, Becker knew he was interested in far more than just an explanation.

            “I was just making a point. Wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget it, that’s all.”

            “Really?” Becker guessed there was a half truth in that, but Connor’s behaviour over the last few days didn’t tally with his obviously feigned nonchalance now.

The rain got harder, hammering down around them, splashing off leaves. Becker felt a cold droplet slide down the back of his neck, and briefly envied Connor his scarf and gloves. 

            “Oh, for fuck’s sake! Fine.”

            Connor abruptly grabbed him and dragged him close, and then tried to flip their positions. This time, though, Becker resisted, and shoved Connor back against the tree. Connor looked momentarily surprised, but then stared to fumble at Becker’s trousers. Becker grabbed his wrists, and Connor’s sharp hiss was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain. Without pausing to give that little reaction any more thought, he opened Connor’s trousers and slipped his hand inside.

            Connor stared at him, the surprise evident in his dark eyes. Becker waited for a few moments and then started to slowly stroke Connor’s cock. If questioned, he could have said it was payback, reciprocation for their previous encounter.

But he would have been lying.

The last time, Connor had been quick, harsh, and Becker had recognised it was more about anger and frustration than anything else. Becker had intended to do the same, but instead he found himself working slowly, gently, teasing the sensations out until Connor’s eyes slid closed and his head rolled back and hit the tree. Becker winced slightly at the impact, but as he watched the droplets of rain trail down the young man’s face he realised that it was quite possibly the first time he had ever seen Connor truly relaxed.

            When Connor came he barely made a sound, a stifled guttural syllable the only verbal reaction. He finally opened his eyes and for a second Becker saw so many conflicting emotions reflected there he couldn’t recognise any single one. Then the defences went back up, and Connor looked down and started to clean himself up and rearrange clothing.

            “I don’t suppose I’ll get an answer if I ask what that was about?” Connor said quietly. The earlier sarcasm and defiance was missing from his tone.

            “Come for a drink with me this evening.”

            Becker was almost as startled by Connor by the suggestion. He hadn’t known he was going to say it until he heard himself speaking.

After a moment, Connor looked away again, and there seemed to be a hint of regret in his voice when he said, “Sorry, I can’t. Already got plans.”

Becker ignored the twinge of disappointment.

“Anyone I know?” he asked casually.

“No,” Connor said, but as he spoke his eyes flickered over to the rest of the team, and Becker saw him looking at Cutter.

Cutter?

When Becker glanced back at him he realised the tension had returned to Connor’s expression again.

“Sorry,” Connor mumbled again.

Becker stood back and watched Connor limp away back to the rest of the team without another word.

            No wonder Lester had warned him about working with this lot.

Tags: becker, connor temple, connor/becker, fanfic, slash
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