Surprise Visitors
Title: Surprise Visitors
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Becker, Emily Merchant, Ocs
Genre: Humour, smut, slash.
Rating: 18/ NC17 for the man lurve! :)
Spoilers: Not really. Though it does take place after season 5 and the guys have an already established relationship.
Words: 3,883
Summary: A nice planned evening in to watch sport and drink beer (and definitely more) is ruined for Matt and Becker when some unexpected guests turn up.
Author's Note: I am just a tad bit late for kerry_louise's birthday, but I had wanted to do something for her and she kindly requested a Matt/Becker fic (yay!) She also requested a funny about meeting the family and so...here it is.Beta'd by the ever awesome fredbassett Also I am so mean to my fellas. So damned mean, even though I loves 'em! Enjoy peoples! Enjoy!
Becker was working late. He had some extra evaluations to do for his men and wouldn’t be coming back until later that evening, but it didn’t deter Matt at all.
It had been a while since the two of them had spent any free time together and while the unfortunate explosion at Becker’s apartment had meant he’d stayed with Matt, work had never let up.
Tonight he was determined to spend some quality time with Becker. They were going to damned well enjoy themselves and Matt had planned everything out.
“I don’t think he’ll want to watch this.”
As he was putting the beers in the cooler by the sofa, Matt turned around and saw Emily picking up the DVD from the coffee table. Matt smiled.
“What’s wrong with it? It’s a Six Nations rugby DVD. Becker likes it.”
“Didn’t Ireland beat England in this game?” she asked reading the back of the box. Matt grinned with pride.
“That they did! All hopes of a grand slam for England were utterly crushed! What’s wrong with that?”
“Becker is English. It’s hardly appropriate.”
“Which is why I also got this year’s game as well!” Matt picked up the box that had been beneath the first. “We can watch this and he can, and will, humiliate me all over again.”
“And you’ll just love that, don’t you?”
“It makes him happy.”
“How thoughtful of you.”
Matt laughed and grabbed a handful of crisps from a bowl on the same coffee table. He popped them into his mouth and crunched happily on them, saying nothing further on the subject. He knew Emily wasn’t going to make an argument on it either; the two men had their own little ways and she would never dare interfere. However, she would worry.
“Don’t get into a fight about it again. Please?” she asked.
“I can’t promise anything. Rugby is a passionate sport.”
Emily sighed and dismissed the whole matter with a wave of her hand. She walked over to the stairs.
“Thank you for understanding about tonight. It means a lot that you’ll take my shift.” Matt kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug which she heartily returned.
It really did mean a lot that Emily would cover for him and when he saw that soft understanding smile and when she kissed him on the cheek as well, Matt felt even more relieved as they walked down the stairs together.
“Will you promise to refrain from physical violence?” she asked again, taking hold of his hand and giving it quite a hefty squeeze. “I don’t want another call from the A&E department saying both of you are there with broken bones!”
“Emily… you know how it gets when we…”
Matt’s voice trailed off as he opened the door and saw two people standing in way.
He was stunned.
He had never met them before, but it was damned clear who they were. Emily gasped a little with surprise but smiled in response to the woman’s cheerful and quite loud greeting of “Hello!”
“Hi.” Matt’s voice choked in his throat.
“Are you Matt Anderson?”
Matt could only nod in response to abrupt question from the man. He was still in shock at seeing the older couple standing there, smiling and holding suitcases, and his mind was now racing as to why both of Becker’s parents were here, at his place and now, at this time of evening.
“Oh that’s wonderful!” the small woman, who was so clearly Becker’s mother--she had the same eyes and smile--sighed with relief. “We thought we’d got the wrong place! When we saw the state of Hilary’s apartment block there was no way we could stay there! Mrs Needham said one of the other tenant’s experiments had gone a little wrong, but luckily no one was hurt. She mentioned Hilary was staying with you… so we came here. Is it okay for us to stay with you? We could go to a hotel if it’s too much trouble.”
Matt replied without even thinking, or mentioning about the fact that there was only one bed in the entire apartment, and he and Becker shared it.
“Oh no, that’s fine! You can stay here!” Matt’s voice had a slightly higher pitch to it as he realised the mistake he had made. “It’s not a problem. You’re Becker’s parents, right?”
“Yes! I’m Moira and this is his father, General Thomas Becker, who is close to retiring… soon I hope! It’s nice to meet you, Matt… and…?” Moira Becker looked to Emily, beaming with delight as she held out her hand in curiosity.
“I’m Emily Merchant. I work with your son as well.” Emily shook the woman’s hand briefly.
“You two are a couple?” The woman tilted her head to the side and the pose reminded them of her son so much, that they both started laughing.
“Us?” said Matt shaking his head. “Oh no!”
“We’re just friends!” said Emily, slapping him-probably a bit too hard-on the back.
“Shame… you would make a perfect pair!” said Moira.
“Why thank you,” Emily seemed genuinely flattered and blushed a little. Then she got flustered and for a moment didn’t know whether she was leaving or staying. “I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat, I’ve got to go to work, but it was lovely to meet you.”
“Lovely to meet you too!”
Emily blushed even more but was a little confused as the older woman brushed past her dragging the suitcases behind her. Matt heard Moira mutter and for a moment she and her husband had an amusing little discussion/argument going on, about who was going to carry their stuff up two flights of stairs.
Emily finally got her composure back gave Matt a big hug and a light kiss on the lips.
“Good luck. You’ll tell me about them tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
Emily gracefully bobbed her head in gratitude and Matt closed the door when she left.
“So. Can we go up, or what?”
Matt was a little taken back by the abruptness of Thomas… General… Becker’s question, but he should of have expected something like that. The gruff no-nonsense tone had obviously been picked up by his son. In fact all his mannerisms were eerily familiar.
“Go on up, by all means.” He said, averting his eyes away from the general and taking one of the suitcases from Becker’s mum. “Have you travelled far? Can I get you a drink or something to eat?”
“Don’t you worry yourself! I’ll put the kettle on, Mr Anderson, and I’ll make us all a lovely cup of tea!” Moira jovially hauled the case up the stairs as if it was as light as a feather. The general followed, scrutinizing everything about Matt’s apartment very closely.
Matt really didn’t know what to say as Becker’s mum found the kettle, tea and mugs in a matter of seconds. She seemed to hone in on everything she needed, knowing exactly where everything was. As the kettle started to boil she began to hum and sing as her husband continued to scout out the apartment. Matt was left standing in the centre of the room, more than bewildered.
Thankfully the general steered clear of the one and only bedroom, but his browsing still felt very much like a military inspection.
Matt knew that he wasn’t going to get any quality time with Becker that evening.
Why the bloody hell did you say they could stay here?!
“It’s a lovely place you have here, Mr Anderson.” said Moira as she found a duster and set about cleaning an already cleaned kitchen. She then proceeded to start wiping the yellow cloth about the place and instantly Matt saw where Becker’s own obsession for cleanliness came from. “Thank you for letting us stay, even though our arrival was a little sudden.”
The general snorted. “This place is adequate. It will do.”
“Er…thanks.” He wasn’t quite sure how to take that comment. “Please… call me Matt.”
“We will.” Moira scowled at the look of discomfort on her husband’s face and jabbed a wooden spoon in his direction. “No surnaming him, Thomas! He’s not in the army like you!”
“Can it, Moira!” The general strode up to Matt and glared down at him. The stare was so intense and with the way he puffed out his chest, Matt couldn’t help but see Becker in his old man’s place. It was eerily uncanny and more than freaky. “You were in the army, Anderson?”
“Yes, sir.” Matt stammered.
“A man can tell these things. Good for you. What regiment?”
“We are not here to talk about the army, Thomas!” snapped Becker’s mum. “We’re here to see Hilary!”
“Who is not here!” the general tried to be authoritative, but it seemed he couldn’t win over his wife. He huffed. “I swear, the day you named our son was a sad day indeed, woman! Must you keep saying it?”
“You had the opportunity to object to his name after I gave birth to him!”
“I did!”
Again the couple started bickering and Matt couldn’t get a word in edgeways. He was handed a cup of tea in the middle of their argument and he sank down onto the chair opposite the two of them, stunned as they carried on.
Eventually-and Matt had suspected she would-Moira won the argument with a simple, “That is final! Now drink your bloody tea!” The cooler box, with all of Becker’s favourite beer inside, felt really tempting right now.
For the next fifteen minutes, Matt had to endure a rather uncomfortable silence with Becker’s parents. He wouldn’t dare move, or even say a thing because he didn’t want to be on the wrong end of either of them.
“I’m sorry, Mr Anderson…. Matt,” Becker’s mum finally spoke up. “We didn’t mean to be a pain. We can find a hotel and stay somewhere else. It is just that normally Hilary insists we stay with him and we’d just got used to doing so. This is not his home, but yours. It was most rude and presumptuous of us to think we could stay.”
“No. It’s okay.” Matt smiled politely, even though again he missed the opportunity to be truthful to them. “You are not imposing at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Besides, it will give me the chance to get to know you.”
“That would be lovely for sure, Matt! We’ve also got lots of stories about Hilary when he was little.”
“Embarrassing ones?” asked Matt hopefully.
“Of course!”
“Then you’re definitely staying!”
Embarrassing childhood stories of Captain Hilary Becker? This would more than make up for things.
“Oh wait! I have something even better!” Moira squealed delightfully and got up from sofa to pull across a small suitcase. “Hilary’s brother Andrew has scanned all the family photos onto my laptop! I have every single picture of Hilary since his birth right up until he graduated from Sandhurst! I can show them to you if you’d like?”
“Sounds wonderful!” Matt beamed happily.
As Becker’s mum set up the laptop, Matt couldn’t stop grinning, he felt as if he had a coat hanger in his mouth.
Matt leaned forward and whipped open the lid of the cooler box. He pulled out a bottle of Becker’s favourite beer, chipped off the cap and turned to the general.
“Would you like a beer, sir?”
General Becker nodded with approval and took the drink from Matt’s hand.
“Excellent.”
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He was tired of evaluations.
He was sick to death of having to review everything and fill out bloody forms.
He was frustrated as hell and as Becker slammed the door behind him and dumped his backpack on the floor, there was only one way to help ease his frustration and he had been looking forward to this night for a long time.
Becker climbed the stairs.
“Hey! I’m home! Do you know, right now, I could use a damned good fu--!” Becker’s voice cut short when he reached the top and saw his parents sitting on the sofa with Matt. “Mum? Dad? What are you doing here?”
Thankfully his parents were blissfully unaware of what he had almost said and they got up to greet him.
“Your apartment was blown up, Hilary! I’m so glad you’re okay!” said his mum, hugging him. Thankfully neither she nor his dad could see Matt smirking into the open neck of his bottle of beer.
Becker sneered at the mention of his name and he pulled a face as his mum nearly choked him in a tight but loving hug. Then she pulled him down to her height and smothered him with kisses.
Wipe that smile off your face Anderson… Becker glared angrily at Matt who was now covering his mouth with his hand but unsuccessfully hiding his grin. Or I will make you pay.
“Mum… what are you doing here?” Becker asked, wiping his face free of his mother’s saliva with the back of his hand. “What are you doing in this part of London? It’s past 10 o clock!”
His mum shook her head in dismay.
“We were on our way to see Adam and the little ones! You know that, darling! The whole family will be there! You said we could stop at your place and go on to your brother’s for the party!”
“But the party for Damien is not until the twenty fifth, mum! Today is the…”
Oh shit. Today is the 24th.
“You forgot your nephew’s first birthday?” General Becker barked suddenly. “You’re working yourself too hard, son if you can’t remember what day it is!”
Becker snapped to attention as his father approached him. The two of them briefly exchanged some acknowledging facial expressions and head bobs before the general handed him a beer.
Becker took it, nodded with approval at the brand and took a swig. It wasn’t as refreshing as he hoped.
“Thank you.”
“Good.” There was another awkward moment between them. They shifted on their feet and looked away and around at the apartment, anywhere except directly at each other. “Son, give your mother a proper hug and when you’ve done that, we can sit down and watch the game.”
“Game, sir?”
“The rugby game, boy! You and Anderson were obviously going to watch it! As we’ve been invited to stay by your Irish friend here, I don’t see why I can’t join you. Your mother will probably do some cleaning, you know how happy it makes her.”
“But Dad! Sir! You’re staying here? But what are you going--?”
“Hug your mother!”
Becker didn’t argue, he complied with his father’s order and hugged his mum. It took him a few attempts to get her to let him go before sat down next to Matt to watch the game. It wasn’t right them being here, or staying here. It was too unexpected, despite the fact that he had forgotten the date.
He hadn’t had time to prepare anything.
How was he going to tell them?
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“What were you thinking, letting them stay here?”
The foldout sofa bed snapped out rather suddenly and caused both of the men to step back, quickly. After Matt gave it a little kick to test that it was okay, both of them began to lay out the sheets and pillows upon the small rickety bed.
“I was caught by surprise!” Matt said, cautiously sitting down to take off his shoes. “I wasn’t expecting your neighbour to give them my address and have your folks turn up at 10 in the evening! I couldn’t exactly say no and send them away! I’m not a heartless bastard, Becker!”
“Matt… that’s our bed! I don’t feel right about having my parents sleeping in the bed that we…” Becker shuddered and refused to finish his sentence. He too sat down, carefully and began to take off his boots. The sofa bed creaked horribly.
“You would have your parents sleep on this damned thing?”
“What… what are you doing?” Becker scowled as Matt went to strip completely naked.
“I’m going to get some sleep, what’s it look like?”
“My parents are in the next room!”
“So?”
“So! Can you for one night keep something on? I don’t think it’s going to sit well with them if they discover you butt naked!”
“They’re not going to discover me butt naked!”
“Well, what if they come in here during the night? What if they wake before us, come in here to make breakfast and see?”
“Fine! I’ll keep my boxers on!”
“Good! Thank you!”
“You’re such a girl.”
They both lay out upon the bed, wincing and frowning as it strained beneath their combined weight. For the next ten minutes, they squirmed and shifted in attempts to get comfortable but they failed. If they touched, if their hands or feet grazed against one another, they moved and turned away instead of nestling up close like they normally did. The duvet kept shifting and the men tugged and pulled at it to get the majority of cover.
It must have been hours later and still they couldn’t get to sleep. Matt and Becker lay on their backs both staring up at the ceiling, annoyed that they weren’t able to sleep.
“What…” Becker paused and turned his head to look at Matt. “What did my parents say while I was gone? Anything?”
Matt sighed.
“Your father said very little. Your mother, she didn’t stop talking. She’s a lot like Jess in that regard.”
Becker nodded. It was the norm for them to be like that but he was still uncomfortable.
“What did you say?”
Matt sighed again, not even bothering to hide the frustration he was feeling.
“I told them everything!”
“What?”
“No I didn’t, you eejit!” Matt turned and jabbed Becker in the ribs with a fist. “Look, I’m sorry if my letting your parents stay here upsets you. They’re good people and you’re more like them than you would probably care to admit. I didn’t tell them about us, okay? You can do that.”
“I will. But I’ll wait until after my nephew’s party before giving them heart attacks. They can disown me then.”
“I seriously doubt they’ll disown you, Becker. Your mother for certain is a very open-minded woman. She loves you a great deal and it won’t matter to her. She talked a lot about you.”
“Oh god… she didn’t go into lengths about my childhood, did she?”
Matt smiled again, remembering every little story Moira Becker told him.
“She did.”
“Shit!”
“She showed me the photos too.” The look of pure fear and horror on Becker’s face was an absolute delight. Matt smirked.
“Oh god.”
“My favourite one was of you when you were five. You were squatting down in the middle of supermarket and having the most wonderful tantrum. You looked so cute.”
The covers were pulled sharply off of him and Becker turned away from Matt. He didn’t say another word for the rest of the night.
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He woke as he always did, in a daze but he was surrounded by warmth. Becker scootched further into the solidity of Matt’s body, pulled his arm over him and held Matt’s hand to his chest, directing his fingers to stroke over his skin, and across his nipples.
Matt pressed himself harder against Becker’s back, leaned his face into the crook of his neck and kissed his lips across Becker’s skin, tickling him and… damn… making his semi hard on fully erect in seconds. Becker encouraged Matt to continue, nudging his backside against him, and sure enough Matt did, slipping his hand down past the waistband of Becker’s boxers.
The hold around his shaft was gentle at first, Matt’s fingers stroked Becker’s entire length, his thumb rubbed circles around the tip of his glans before his entire palm squeezed tight around him.
Becker gasped, he jerked suddenly back and managed to settle only after Matt whispered a groggy but amused ‘hush’ in his ear and as his hand began to gently pump a languid pleasurable rhythm. Becker groaned with every stroke, he moaned as Matt’s soft kisses turned to nipping bites around his neck and Becker felt Matt’s own arousal… bare and uncovered against the flesh of his arse. Matt was naked, he was hard and dammit, Becker could never refuse him first thing in the morning.
He pried Matt’s hand from his cock and slipped round to face him. He placed a hand on Matt’s face and kissed him, delving his tongue hungrily inside his mouth as his other hand began to pay in kind to Matt’s own stiffness. Now it was Matt’s turn to moan with ecstasy, it reverberated in Becker’s mouth as they still kissed, and it tasted so damned hot.
It got him riled, it brought Becker halfway out of the sleeping stupor he was in so he rolled himself on top of Matt and wrapped Matt’s legs around his waist. Becker intensified the kiss and felt Matt’s hands clawing across his back and the whine in his voice as he tried speak through it.
Becker smirked and pulled away, just so he could see the expression on Matt’s face as he began to grind his hips hard into him. The delicious murmurs emanating from Matt forced him on, made him grind harder. Becker grabbed Matt’s hair and held his head down upon the pillow as he slipped his hand back over his cock.
For moment, Matt allowed him to rub his palm slowly but hard against him, his fingers squeezing, massaging him. His eyes fluttered closed, his body began to undulate beneath Becker and the clawing tears at Becker’s skin softened to tentative strokes across his backside. Becker kissed him briefly, chewed on Matt’s bottom lip and then slipped down to take Matt into his mouth.
Becker felt Matt’s hands lightly grab both sides of his head as he sucked, he felt Matt pump up into his mouth as well, before rolling them over and placing Becker on the bottom. Becker took a few moments to breathe and used his hand to keep Matt going, but when Matt sat up, he tensed suddenly and a look came across his face. It wasn’t pleasant.
Becker felt sick. He realised there was only one reason why Matt would look stunned and why now he was forcing himself to grin, baring his teeth. Becker’s parents were in the room.
Becker slipped out from underneath Matt and rose up to look over the back of the sofa.
Ohshitohshitohfuckingshit! This is not good!
He wiped his mouth, mimicked Matt’s toothy grin and pulled the duvet around him.
“Er Becker…?” Matt hissed through his clenched teeth.
Ohshitohshitohshitshitshitshitshitshit! How the fuck did we not hear them? Or see them?!
Becker cleared his throat. This was not going to be easy.
“Matt…. allow me to introduce my brother Andrew and his wife Evelyn, my sister Carys and her daughter Natalie, my cousin Greg and…. the woman who appears to be having a heart attack? That would be my grandmother.”
Matt held his hand up in greeting. “Hey there!”
This was not how Becker had planned to introduce Matt to his family.