athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,

ficlet: The Incident in Maintenance Shaft 34B

Title: The Incident in Maintenance Shaft 34B
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Becker/Danny
Rating: 15
Warnings: smut
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 635
Summary: Becker is unimpressed with Danny’s method of passing the time.
AN: Reposting from telperion_15’s fandom_stocking.

“This is your fault.”

Danny tried his best innocent expression. Becker was unconvinced.

“Well that’s hardly fair, is it?” Danny said.

“You didn’t have to go haring off through the maintenance shafts.”

“You didn’t have to follow me!”

“I thought that was the entire point of the exercise?”

“How was I supposed to know the air vents were going to automatically lock down when the fire alarm went off?” Danny protested. “Besides, as head of security, isn’t it your job to know when they’re planning a fire drill?”

Becker just glared, and tried to get comfortable in the enclosed space. Considering he had to curl his legs up and hunch down to avoid hitting his head on the roof even when sitting down, ‘comfortable’ was rather a relative term. At least Danny was having the same problems with his lanky frame, Becker noted with some satisfaction.

“So,” Danny said, “Got any suggestions how we could pass the time?” He waggled his eyebrows in what he probably hoped was a suggestive manner.


Becker folded his arms across his chest and glared at the opposite wall.

“I can think of a few.”


Danny gave a theatrical sigh.

“Suit yourself.”

A moment later, Becker heard the sound of a zip. He stared incredulously as Danny’s hand went down the front of his jeans.

“Are you actually about to have a wank when we’re stuck in a bloody four foot wide maintenance tube?”

“Well, I could have been about to do something far more fun, but you weren’t interested.”

Becker rolled his eyes and let his head thump back against the metal wall.

A few moments later, he heard Danny give a contended sigh. Becker couldn’t help noticing his own trousers were becoming a little tight, but he absolutely wasn’t going to give Danny the satisfaction of knowing he’d had any effect.

“If you make a mess in here, you’re the one who’s going to clean it up.”

Danny just smirked and his legs spread a little wider, and he settled down against the wall, his eyes closed, his hand working slowly.

Becker refused to even let himself shuffle into a more comfortable position, and distracted himself by making a mental list of all the ways in which he could gain vengeance later. He had only made it as far as three (all of which involved Danny’s handcuffs) when he heard Danny make another noise of debauched pleasure.

“For the record, I hate you.”

“That wasn’t what you said last night, Soldier Boy.”

“Don’t call me-”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Danny abruptly spurted all over his hand, and even managed to liberally spray the opposite wall. Only Danny could turn wanking into an opportunity to show off, Becker reflected.

Danny smirked at him again, and then looked down at his rather messy hand. Then he looked back up at Becker with what could only be described as a speculative expression.

Becker was already starting to back away.

“Danny, don’t you dare.”

Danny dived for him as Becker scrambled backwards on his elbows.”

“No! Danny, stop!”

Danny grabbed his leg and yanked him back, and Becker found himself sliding on the smooth metal surface. He flailed a little, and just managed to bang pretty much all his extremities against the walls. He briefly saw Danny’s triumphant grin, before everything became a jumble of flailing limbs and protests and laughter and mess.

Several minutes later, Danny was lying on top of him, and Becker was vaguely aware of a rather embarrassing wet patch on his trousers.

“I still hate you,” he muttered with no real conviction.

Danny grinned and kissed the end of Becker’s nose.

“I hate you too, sweetie.”

Becker rolled his eyes, and wondered where he could hide the body if they didn’t get out of here soon.

Tags: becker, becker/danny, danny quinn, fanfic, slash

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