The Kiss - Happy Birthday Fifi!
Title: The Kiss
Rating: M - For Language
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Pairing: Connor/Becker/Ryan
Spoilers: Set in S3E7
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I just bend them to suit my needs and then put them back together. I make nothing from this.
Summary: One small thing can cause much hurt.
A/N: This is my Birthday fic for the ever lovely fififolle. Cheers Sweetie. Oh, and there is more if you want it. Thank you, fredbasset, for the quick beta. Any remaining errors or omissions are mine alone.
Becker had been patched up after returning from that damn near disastrous rescue into the future where they’d gone to get Abby’s idiot brother back. He’d thought he was a goner when he’d run from the predators to try to buy them time to drag Jack’s sorry arse out of that building but he’d been able to find cover in an old car until they got back to the anomaly. Becker had been pretty chuffed to see that Connor… and the rest, were safe and sound.
Becker would never willingly put Connor’s life in danger but when Connor had made a target of himself in order to protect Abby and Danny, even after she’d made the truly insane comment about Connor wishing her brother was dead, he’d been desperate to shoot the thing before it could get to Connor.
Now here they were, in the race-track garage and Abby had just laid a kiss on Connor that about lit up the room and Becker was pissed off!
After being checked out by Ditzy at the ARC, Becker sent a text to Connor. “Meet you at home.”
When he got to their flat, Connor was already there and was brewing a pot of tea.
“I wasn’t sure you’d be here,” he said to Connor.
Connor looked confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you’d rather be with Abby following up on that kiss!” he spat out.
Connor moved in and put his arms around Becker’s waist, pulling him close, and whispered in his ear, “You’re jealous,” and bit his earlobe.
“Too right, I am!” Becker grabbed hold of Connor, spun him around, and pushed him up against the wall. Then, placing his hands on each side of Connor’s face, he kissed him, hard, plundering his mouth with his tongue. It was as if he was removing any trace of Abby from Connor. Connor melted into the kiss as he hadn’t with Abby.
*****
It was at that point that Ryan walked into the kitchen. He was surprised, albeit pleased, to see his lovers thus engaged only questioning why they hadn’t waited for him.
“Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” he asked as he moved into their space and put his arms around Becker and Connor.
“Oh, the more the merrier,” Connor laughed as he moved to allow Ryan into the circle.
Becker, however, was still upset.
“What’s wrong with you?” Ryan was concerned. He’d already read Becker’s report so he knew about the shout and about his injury but that certainly didn’t warrant his current mood and he seemed to be very angry at Connor.
“Go ahead, Connor, tell Ryan about Abby and her giving you mouth to mouth resuscitation,” Becker ground out.
Ryan snapped his head up from nibbling on Connor’s neck. This was something that had always concerned Ryan and Becker because although they were both gay, Connor was bi, and for some time, they’d thought he and Abby would end up together, but Connor had always assured them that he loved them both and had no interest in Abby aside from her being his best friend.
“Connor?” asked Ryan
“Guys, she was thanking me. Apparently, Jack told her about me getting Rex back for her and she just wanted to say thank you. She knows about us and that I’m serious so you have nothing to worry about.” Connor explained.
“A box of chocolates, a nice card; that’s how you thank someone. You do not do a tongue tonsillectomy!” Becker said between clenched teeth.
“Becker! Why is this upsetting you so much? Don’t you trust me?”
Ryan could see that Connor was really hurt. Every day, Connor happily showed him and Becker how he felt about them. Becker’s words had hurt Connor badly and his eyes began to well up with unshed tears.
Ryan took hold of Becker’s hands, and moved him away from Connor. Taking Connor’s hand, he led them both to the kitchen table where they could discuss this and he could find out what was eating Becker because this just wasn’t like him and he could see the effect it was having on Connor whose wide brown eyes were now full of hurt.
“Becker… Hil, what’s the problem. Should Connor have shoved Abby away?”
Becker just looked down at the table top. “That would have made a good start,” he muttered.
Connor said nothing, just stared at them, tears slowly falling down his face.
*****
“You weren’t there, Ryan! You didn’t see how she treated Connor on the other side of the anomaly. He was willing to sacrifice himself for her and that idiot brother of hers and she didn’t even appreciate it. She just insulted him, wounded him with her words. You probably wish he was dead. She said that to our Connor. The most unselfish, loving person in the world.” His tone softening, Becker reached over to wipe away Connor’s tears. “Oh, Con. I am so sorry. I was just so angry at Abby, and I couldn’t understand why you’d let her kiss you after saying those horrible and untrue things to you. I love you and want you to be happy and when I saw your face after she said that, well, to be honest, I wanted to feed her to those monsters over there.”
When Connor didn’t say anything, Becker’s hands dropped to the table. He was certain he’d bloody fucked it up this time but then Connor reached out and took hold of his hands. “Hil, you and Tom are everything to me. Every morning I wake up amazed that you both even want me, let alone love me, and I will never stop loving you… both of you.” Taking Ryan’s hand, as well, Connor continued, “Yes, once upon a time, I fancied Abby, but when you two came into my life that changed. I will always love Abby as my friend and confidante, but you, Hilary Becker, and you, Tom Ryan, have my heart and you’ll never be rid of me.”
After he was done speaking, the room was quiet.
“Well, aren’t we a right group!” Ryan laughed. “I say, instead of talking about our feelings, we go to the bedroom and do a little feeling of a different sort.”
As they stood up from the table, Becker took Connor into his arms and gently kissed his tears away. “I am so sorry. I’m just so afraid of losing you that sometimes my imagination gets the better of me. Can you forgive me?”
Connor smiled and kissed him sweetly. “Well, let’s just see how you can make it up to me in the bedroom.”
Connor reached down and cupped Becker’s and Ryan’s cocks through their trousers and gently squeezed them. “Make that both of you, let’s see how both of you can make it up to me,” and he walked away from them into the bedroom.
“Oy, what did I do?” Ryan asked and then he smiled at Becker and they ran after their retreating lover.
Fin... or is it?