I wrote this for the porn Friday over on Denial. But apparently on this occasion my attempt at porn ended up less filthy and porny, and instead it was more like cute and... cuddly!
Warnings: Fluffy smut?
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 875
Summary: Connor is pouty, so Becker decides to cheer him up.
Connor wandered into the break room and slumped down into a chair. Becker’s eyebrows rose slightly at the rather dejected slump to the normally cheerful man’s shoulders. True, Connor had come off rather worse for wear from an encounter with a creature earlier, but he normally bounced back with much better humour, no matter how hurt he was. Right now, the most cheerful thing about him seemed to be the bright yellow hoody he was wearing.
“Oh, nothing,” Connor mumbled. Before Becker could even open his mouth to reply, Connor followed that statement with, “What am I doing wrong, Becker? I may as well just give up on ever getting any!”
Becker tried to stop his eyebrow quirking any higher. Then a thought occurred to him.
“Didn’t I see Abby hugging you earlier?”
“So... isn’t that a good thing? Doesn’t that qualify as ‘getting any’?”
“That’s the problem, it was just a hug. Same as it was just a hug from Sarah. And Jenny. Just a friendly comfort hug. Plus, I think they were more interested in the hoody than in me! Sarah said it was all soft and fluffy and cuddly. Cuddly!” His expression clearly conveyed exactly how much he didn’t appreciate that description. “Cuddles are lovely and sweet and everything, but sometimes I don’t want snuggles. I want snogging and sex!”
Becker tried extremely hard to hide his amused smirk. He eyed Connor up and down for a moment, and decided that grumpy was not a good look on the young scientist. And Becker realised he knew just how to put the smile back on his face.
Becker covered the distance between them in a few strides, and swung the chair round so that Connor was facing him. Before Connor could do more than give a startled squeak, Becker dropped to his knees, leaned forward, and grabbed Connor’s face and pulled him into a demanding kiss. Connor’s next startled sound turned into something far more enthusiastic after a moment of surprised, uncoordinated flailing.
Then, while he still had Connor distracted by the kiss, Becker’s hand sneaked downwards and popped open the button of Connor’s trousers. He felt as much as he heard the sharp intake of breath, and Becker pulled out of the kiss far enough to meet Connor’s eye. He slowly trailed his finger down along the length of Connor’s rapidly hardening cock, and raised a questioning eyebrow. Connor’s eyes grew wide, but after a moment he nodded, making a sound that may possibly have been a whine as he did so.
Becker suspected that asking for permission while Connor was still distracted from the kiss and the hand on his cock probably constituted cheating, but where was the fun in playing fair?
He quickly worked the zip down and freed Connor’s cock from his underwear almost without breaking eye contact. Connor continued to stare at him, his mouth hanging open in a way that was both incredibly funny and at the same time making Becker want to take advantage of it to kiss him again.
His fingers continued to tease until Connor was fully hard. Then, Becker moved his hands to slide up Connor’s thighs, pushing them apart. Connor didn’t resist. In fact, when Becker gripped his hips and tugged until Connor was sitting on the edge of the chair, Becker suspected Connor was not only not resisting, he was actively helping.
Becker suppressed his smile as he ducked down and took Connor’s cock in his mouth. He heard a thump and wondered if that was the sound of Connor’s head falling back and hitting the backrest of the chair. He tried not to wince in sympathy, and instead licked his way along the length of Connor’s cock. Connor responded with a moan that was quite possibly the most filthy, wanton sound Becker had ever heard. He smirked around his mouthful, and applied himself to finding yet more ways to encourage Connor to make more sounds like that.
It wasn’t long before he felt Connor’s hips jerking in short thrusts, his soft moans becoming more like enthusiastic breaths than actual sounds. Becker very gently scraped his teeth against the sensitive skin, and without warning Connor shouted and bucked upwards. Becker did his best to move with him, and swallowed as Connor came hard into his mouth, writhing desperately beneath him.
Connor’s body finally slumped, and as soon as Becker let go and sat back, Connor slid off the edge of the chair and Becker barely caught the limp, sated heap before he hit the floor.
“I take it you enjoyed that, then?” Becker smirked, tugging Connor onto his lap and wrapping his arms around the warm, flushed body.
Connor, his eyes still closed, made a vaguely incoherent and extremely happy sounding noise.
Becker placed a soft kiss on his forehead, and settled Connor more firmly against his chest. He nuzzled gently at him, moving lower until he reached the place where Connor’s skin disappeared under all those layers. He paused, and smiled.
“I think Sarah was right,” Becker commented.
“Huh?”Connor managed to open his eyes and looked confused.
Becker couldn’t resist stroking the soft material beneath his hands.
“It is a very cuddly hoody.”