Birthday fic for Nietie: Competitive
Happy birthday nietie! Hope you're having a lovely day.
Title: Competitive
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Ryan, Stephen/Becker
Rating: 18
Warnings: Wee bit of smut
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 950
Summary: Ryan knew he should have put a stop to this sooner.
AN: Written as a birthday fic for nietie. Sort of follows on from Testosterone
Ryan sat back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair, his gaze still fixed on the now-frozen image on the laptop in front of him.
He wanted to say he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.
He hit the play button again, and watched the amateur video footage (now confiscated) of the events at that day’s anomaly for the third time.
The creature incursion was already in full swing by the time the teenager had started to record it, and after the initial blur, the picture resolved itself to show a triceratops charging directly towards Stephen, with Becker in hot pursuit of the creature. Becker seemed to be yelling at Stephen to get out of the way, but instead Stephen crouched down, brought his tranquiliser rifle up, took aim, and fired. At the last second he rolled lightly out of the way as the dinosaur charged right through the place where he had been only moments earlier.
That was when Becker made a kamikaze sprint alongside the triceratops, yelling and waving his arms and generally making himself look like a target. It worked; the creature turned and lunged at him with its huge horns, and Becker barely got out of the way by leaping backwards onto an upturned tree trunk.
Between the two of them, they lured the creature to follow them towards the anomaly, each one diving in and causing a distraction when it got too close to the other. Eventually, when the anomaly came into view, Becker was being chased at full pelt by a very angry dinosaur.
Just as Stephen had moved at the last possibly second, Becker likewise waited until the final moment to drop and roll underneath the anomaly, bouncing into a light crouch with his shotgun up and ready to fire as the creature ran back through the anomaly to its own time.
The final straw was the cocky grin that Becker threw in Stephen’s direction as he stood up, just as the video footage came to an end.
Ryan shook his head. He had to admit it had been an impressive display of skill and heroics from both men, but at the same time this competitiveness between them was getting out of hand. Trying to outdo each other in the gym or on the firing range was one thing, but if they were showing off like that in the field then sooner or later someone was going to get hurt.
He got up and headed out into the main ARC area, and quickly ascertained that both Stephen and Becker had still been in the showers when everyone else had finished. Ryan rolled his eyes, and set off in that direction. They were probably trying to see who could get the best ‘sexy when wet’ hairstyle or something ridiculous like that, he thought.
Ryan knew he should he should have put a stop to this sooner, but it had seemed relatively harmless at first. A bit of competition never hurt anyone, and if it drove both of them to be better at their jobs then it was good for the team as well. But Ryan had noticed that recently it seemed to be more than just competitiveness. There was something more going on when they were in the gym, each trying to do more, faster than the other. Or all those sparring sessions, where their fights strayed a little over the edge of what was normal for simple training.
No, Ryan knew he had to put an end to this before one of them really did get hurt. He was uncomfortably aware that part of the reason why he hadn’t already done so was because he rather enjoyed watching their gym-related antics. Although Ryan was beginning to suspect that they were deliberately timing those in order to get the maximum number of spectators.
When he reached the locker room, he could hear the sounds of running water, and saw that both Stephen and Becker’s clothes were dumped on a bench. They were worse than women the amount of time they spent in the showers!
Ryan marched into the communal shower room and stopped dead.
For a moment he thought they were fighting, but it quickly became clear that wasn’t the case. Stephen had Becker shoved up against the wall and seemed to have his face pressed into Becker’s neck, while Becker’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed as the shower sprayed down onto them. There was a groan from one of them, Ryan couldn’t even tell which, and then he saw that Stephen’s hand was between them, holding both their cocks. He quickly tugged them both to a climax and then Stephen collapsed against Becker, leaning against him while they both got their breath back.
Becker reached out blindly, his eyes still closed, and felt around until he found the shower control, and he switched it off.
Ryan sidled slowly backwards out of the doorway, aware that as soon as Becker opened his eyes he was going to be seen. Before he was all the way out, Ryan heard Becker speak in a low voice.
“Promise me, next time you won’t leave it so long to get out of the way.”
Stephen chuckled. “I will if you will.”
Ryan ducked back into the changing room and breathed a quick sigh of relief.
Well, that explained a lot. He was still half tempted to give the cheeky bastards a talking to about their actions in the field today, though.
But first of all, he had to go to the men’s toilets and deal with a not so little problem of his own.