My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 5/20: Coming Home
Becker's phone rang in his pocket and the screen revealed the caller to be Lester from his private mobile. Becker excused himself from the armoury and his men, and stepped into the corridor to take the call.
"James? Sir?" Becker winced and hoped that he had recovered it quick enough.
"Good save, Becker. Does that mean you would be interested in joining us again this evening?”
“Yes, sir.” Becker had joined Connor and Lester a few more times since the first night two weeks ago, and the novelty had not yet worn off.
“Good. I want you to borrow a pool car and take Connor home. Park in the visitor's space and I will be home later. Connor will tell you how to prepare and wait for me."
"Connor is going to tell me what to do?"
"Only as far as giving you some instructions. You said you wanted to find out more about how we live; this is your opportunity. What will it be, Becker? Are you willing to take another step?"
Becker considered his position for about half a second.
"Yes, sir, I am. I have 15 minutes of my shift left then I will find Connor and take him home."
"Very good."
As soon as he could excuse himself from his shift, Becker headed out to find Connor. He wasn't in the control room fiddling with his ADD for once, so Becker headed for the labs. He approached Abby's first and was rewarded by finding Connor in there. Looking through the glass he could see the pair leaning together, heads close. Connor's hands were moving animatedly as he talked and Abby was clearly transfixed by what he was saying.
Becker knocked smartly on the door and walked in. Connor leapt away from Abby, a startled look on his face and Abby didn't even attempt to hide her smirk.
Becker ignored it.
"Lester asked me to tell you to go home."
Becker could see a retort hiding behind Abby’s eyes, but she had clearly decided it was better to keep quiet. Connor looked hurriedly between the pair.
"Right. Yes. Home. Okay." He turned to Abby. "I have to ah..." He indicated to the door with his hand.
"Home. Yes. Go," Abby mocked gently with a smile. Connor's face finally broke into a grin again and he raised his eyebrows at Abby before walking out of the door.
Becker turned to follow him as quickly as he could but was stopped by Abby calling him back.
"You will make sure he gets home safely won't you, Becker?" she asked, still failing to hide her smile. Becker glared at her and left, Abby’s sudden laughter ringing in his ears.
Becker and Connor retrieved their belongings from the locker room and checked out a pool car without further incident, but as they were driving home Becker finally had to ask: "Doesn’t it bother you what Abby thinks?"
"What she thinks about us?"
"I’m guessing that she knows the full situation and it doesn't bother you that she knows all that?"
"Do you think I should be embarrassed about being a sub? Look, it's not like I want the world knowing, but I’d never want that in any circumstances. Being a sub is a choice and I choose to give myself to Lester. Doms don't take control, subs give it. I have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’d give control to you too if you asked." The last bit fell out in a rush, his earlier confidence dissipating.
Becker snorted. He had never been one to ask for things. He worked hard and had earned all he had in his life and that is how it would remain.
Connor tried to change the subject. "So what are our instructions? I assume you were given more than just take me home."
"We have to go home and wait for James. You’ll tell me what to do, apparently."
They reached the apartment block, parked and let themselves into the flat. Connor dumped his bag in the hall and wandered into the lounge, sprawling on the sofa. Becker slapped his feet until Connor moved them and Becker sat next to him.
"So what do we do now?" he asked.
Becker was slightly surprised to suddenly find himself with a lap full of Connor. He had straddled him and linked his arms around Becker's neck.
"Well, if we have time to kill..." Connor rolled his hips in Becker's lap and Becker instinctively gripped Connor's arse.
"Don’t we have to wait for James to do anything?"
"We can't fuck without him or come, but anything else is fair game."
He continued to roll his hips and leant forward to kiss Becker, receiving an answering squeeze to his arse.
The kisses quickly became more heated and hands starting to crawl under clothing as they rolled their hips against each other.
"How long will this preparation take exactly and what kind of warning will we get?" Becker panted out, trying not to get carried away.
"Wait," Connor said, trying to extract himself from the kiss. "Did James actually say that? Did he use the word preparation?"
"I think so, yes."
"Shit." Connor leapt off the sofa and tugged at Becker's hand. “That’s completely different to just being ready.”
Becker let himself be dragged to the bedroom and Connor headed straight for the bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube, releasing Becker and reaching for his belt buckle at the same time. Becker grasped the concept immediately and snatched out, grabbing Connor's wrist. He plucked the lube from his hand.
"Let me help you with that."
Keeping his grip on Connor's wrist, he dropped the lube onto the bed before sitting next to it. He finished unfastening Connor's trousers and then tugged them down his legs. He then used Connor's arm to pull him around and down until Connor was over his lap. Connor let out a noise that went straight to Becker's groin.
Becker flicked open the tube and poured some directly onto Connor's arse. He worked it around the edge of Connor's hole with one finger, teasing and making sure his finger was also coated, before finally dipping his finger just past the first tight ring of muscle. Connor moaned underneath him and Becker immediately removed his finger, this time earning himself a moan of disappointment. Becker picked up the lube and added more to Connor's crack. He used his finger to trace his entrance again then thrust his finger deep inside. Connor moaned again and Becker used his finger to fuck Connor, adding more lube and fingers until Connor was stretched around all four of his fingers. Connor was panting and moaning; the writhing had turned into desperate rutting against Becker's thighs, Connor trying to get friction against his aching cock. Becker's own erection was straining at his trousers and he hoped Lester would be back soon so he could get some release.
The noise of panting and fingers fucking a slick arse was suddenly disturbed by the sound of Connor's phone.
"Stop, stop," he managed to get out. "That’s James, he's nearly home."
Becker paused. "How do you know?" James hated texting as it was, and he certainly wouldn't text and drive. But he removed his hand from Connor's body and let him slip off his lap.
Connor stood on slightly shaky legs and started to undo his shirt. "I rigged up a sensor in the car park. When James pulls into his space it sends a message to my phone and gives me just enough time to get ready.”
Connor was nearly naked by now and he looked at Becker.
"Let’s hope he didn't mean for both of us to be prepared. At least take your t-shirt off if you weren't given any other instructions."
Still slightly confused, Becker stood and removed his top, wiping his lubed hand off on it at the same time. He tossed it into the same corner of the room where Connor's clothes had ended up.
"Come on," said Connor, now completely naked, and pulled Becker from the room and into the hallway.
Connor knelt on the floor in the widest part of the hallway. His knees were spread, his hands behind his back. He looked up at Becker.
"Kneel."
"I am not kneeling."
Connor rolled his eyes. "Your funeral. At least stand straight or something. Try to look...his."
Becker heard a key turn in a lock and was suddenly filled with the need to comply. His back straightened and he clasped his hands behind his back. He lifted his head as he saw Connor's drop to look at the floor.
Lester entered the flat, placed his briefcase on the floor and hung up his jacket without acknowledging either of them.
Satisfied, he finally turned to look them over. He just looked for a few beats before approaching. He stroked a hand down Connor's face and Connor opened his mouth in response. Lester's thumb slipped easily in and Connor started to tease it with his lips and tongue, while Lester turned his attention back to Becker.
"It’s a look I could certainly learn to live with. But I haven't given you permission for eye contact yet so please keep them averted. Has Connor behaved since you've been back?"
"Yes, sir." Becker responded.
"Looks like you've earned yourself a treat then, pet." Lester's attention was now on Connor and he removed his hand from Connor's mouth and reached to undo his trousers. He pulled out his half-hard cock and stepped forward. Connor's head came up and his mouth opened again. Lester placed his cock into the willing mouth and Connor made a noise of contentment.
Becker watched the proceedings and without thinking reached out a hand and stroked Connor's hair as his head bobbed. His entire love life flashed before his eyes - a series of failed relationships and one person who had made him happy. What was happening here may not have been conventional but they, this, worked. And they made him feel like he belonged; a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. He pulled back his hand and straightened his back again, addressing the wall in front of him.
"Permission to speak, sir."
Lester had watched Becker's actions with quiet interest, clearly deciding not to intrude on his thought process.
"Permission granted," he replied.
"Sir, I would very much like to stay with you both. If that is acceptable with you, sir, if you will have me."
Lester pulled his hips back, falling from Connor's mouth. He tucked himself back in and touched Connor’s head much as Becker had done a moment ago.
"What do you think, pet? Should we let him stay?"
Connor looked up with a smile and eager eyes. "Yes please, sir."
Lester smiled at Connor and then back at Becker. “I suggest we celebrate first and deal with the finer points of the arrangement later.”
“James Lester putting off paper work? Is the world about to end or something?” Connor spoke from the floor.
“Excuse me? Are you asking for a spanking?”
“Always,” Connor grinned back.
“Right, into the bedroom. Don’t get comfortable; we’ll be with you presently.”
Connor stood and turned around to leave. Lester reached out a hand and grabbed the back of his collar, halting him and pulling him a step back. Lester’s other hand found Connor’s hole and he slipped a finger inside.
“Slick and stretched; you were busy while you were waiting. Good boys. Now, go.” Connor left and Lester turned to Becker. He took a deep breath.
“This is what you want? To be with both of us?”
“Yes. You have something special here, James, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Lester pulled Becker gently to him and kissed him before releasing him. “Right then, we have a prepared boy next door who I rather feel we should go and make best use of.”
Becker smiled. “After you, sir.”
Chapter six.
"James? Sir?" Becker winced and hoped that he had recovered it quick enough.
"Good save, Becker. Does that mean you would be interested in joining us again this evening?”
“Yes, sir.” Becker had joined Connor and Lester a few more times since the first night two weeks ago, and the novelty had not yet worn off.
“Good. I want you to borrow a pool car and take Connor home. Park in the visitor's space and I will be home later. Connor will tell you how to prepare and wait for me."
"Connor is going to tell me what to do?"
"Only as far as giving you some instructions. You said you wanted to find out more about how we live; this is your opportunity. What will it be, Becker? Are you willing to take another step?"
Becker considered his position for about half a second.
"Yes, sir, I am. I have 15 minutes of my shift left then I will find Connor and take him home."
"Very good."
As soon as he could excuse himself from his shift, Becker headed out to find Connor. He wasn't in the control room fiddling with his ADD for once, so Becker headed for the labs. He approached Abby's first and was rewarded by finding Connor in there. Looking through the glass he could see the pair leaning together, heads close. Connor's hands were moving animatedly as he talked and Abby was clearly transfixed by what he was saying.
Becker knocked smartly on the door and walked in. Connor leapt away from Abby, a startled look on his face and Abby didn't even attempt to hide her smirk.
Becker ignored it.
"Lester asked me to tell you to go home."
Becker could see a retort hiding behind Abby’s eyes, but she had clearly decided it was better to keep quiet. Connor looked hurriedly between the pair.
"Right. Yes. Home. Okay." He turned to Abby. "I have to ah..." He indicated to the door with his hand.
"Home. Yes. Go," Abby mocked gently with a smile. Connor's face finally broke into a grin again and he raised his eyebrows at Abby before walking out of the door.
Becker turned to follow him as quickly as he could but was stopped by Abby calling him back.
"You will make sure he gets home safely won't you, Becker?" she asked, still failing to hide her smile. Becker glared at her and left, Abby’s sudden laughter ringing in his ears.
Becker and Connor retrieved their belongings from the locker room and checked out a pool car without further incident, but as they were driving home Becker finally had to ask: "Doesn’t it bother you what Abby thinks?"
"What she thinks about us?"
"I’m guessing that she knows the full situation and it doesn't bother you that she knows all that?"
"Do you think I should be embarrassed about being a sub? Look, it's not like I want the world knowing, but I’d never want that in any circumstances. Being a sub is a choice and I choose to give myself to Lester. Doms don't take control, subs give it. I have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’d give control to you too if you asked." The last bit fell out in a rush, his earlier confidence dissipating.
Becker snorted. He had never been one to ask for things. He worked hard and had earned all he had in his life and that is how it would remain.
Connor tried to change the subject. "So what are our instructions? I assume you were given more than just take me home."
"We have to go home and wait for James. You’ll tell me what to do, apparently."
They reached the apartment block, parked and let themselves into the flat. Connor dumped his bag in the hall and wandered into the lounge, sprawling on the sofa. Becker slapped his feet until Connor moved them and Becker sat next to him.
"So what do we do now?" he asked.
Becker was slightly surprised to suddenly find himself with a lap full of Connor. He had straddled him and linked his arms around Becker's neck.
"Well, if we have time to kill..." Connor rolled his hips in Becker's lap and Becker instinctively gripped Connor's arse.
"Don’t we have to wait for James to do anything?"
"We can't fuck without him or come, but anything else is fair game."
He continued to roll his hips and leant forward to kiss Becker, receiving an answering squeeze to his arse.
The kisses quickly became more heated and hands starting to crawl under clothing as they rolled their hips against each other.
"How long will this preparation take exactly and what kind of warning will we get?" Becker panted out, trying not to get carried away.
"Wait," Connor said, trying to extract himself from the kiss. "Did James actually say that? Did he use the word preparation?"
"I think so, yes."
"Shit." Connor leapt off the sofa and tugged at Becker's hand. “That’s completely different to just being ready.”
Becker let himself be dragged to the bedroom and Connor headed straight for the bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube, releasing Becker and reaching for his belt buckle at the same time. Becker grasped the concept immediately and snatched out, grabbing Connor's wrist. He plucked the lube from his hand.
"Let me help you with that."
Keeping his grip on Connor's wrist, he dropped the lube onto the bed before sitting next to it. He finished unfastening Connor's trousers and then tugged them down his legs. He then used Connor's arm to pull him around and down until Connor was over his lap. Connor let out a noise that went straight to Becker's groin.
Becker flicked open the tube and poured some directly onto Connor's arse. He worked it around the edge of Connor's hole with one finger, teasing and making sure his finger was also coated, before finally dipping his finger just past the first tight ring of muscle. Connor moaned underneath him and Becker immediately removed his finger, this time earning himself a moan of disappointment. Becker picked up the lube and added more to Connor's crack. He used his finger to trace his entrance again then thrust his finger deep inside. Connor moaned again and Becker used his finger to fuck Connor, adding more lube and fingers until Connor was stretched around all four of his fingers. Connor was panting and moaning; the writhing had turned into desperate rutting against Becker's thighs, Connor trying to get friction against his aching cock. Becker's own erection was straining at his trousers and he hoped Lester would be back soon so he could get some release.
The noise of panting and fingers fucking a slick arse was suddenly disturbed by the sound of Connor's phone.
"Stop, stop," he managed to get out. "That’s James, he's nearly home."
Becker paused. "How do you know?" James hated texting as it was, and he certainly wouldn't text and drive. But he removed his hand from Connor's body and let him slip off his lap.
Connor stood on slightly shaky legs and started to undo his shirt. "I rigged up a sensor in the car park. When James pulls into his space it sends a message to my phone and gives me just enough time to get ready.”
Connor was nearly naked by now and he looked at Becker.
"Let’s hope he didn't mean for both of us to be prepared. At least take your t-shirt off if you weren't given any other instructions."
Still slightly confused, Becker stood and removed his top, wiping his lubed hand off on it at the same time. He tossed it into the same corner of the room where Connor's clothes had ended up.
"Come on," said Connor, now completely naked, and pulled Becker from the room and into the hallway.
Connor knelt on the floor in the widest part of the hallway. His knees were spread, his hands behind his back. He looked up at Becker.
"Kneel."
"I am not kneeling."
Connor rolled his eyes. "Your funeral. At least stand straight or something. Try to look...his."
Becker heard a key turn in a lock and was suddenly filled with the need to comply. His back straightened and he clasped his hands behind his back. He lifted his head as he saw Connor's drop to look at the floor.
Lester entered the flat, placed his briefcase on the floor and hung up his jacket without acknowledging either of them.
Satisfied, he finally turned to look them over. He just looked for a few beats before approaching. He stroked a hand down Connor's face and Connor opened his mouth in response. Lester's thumb slipped easily in and Connor started to tease it with his lips and tongue, while Lester turned his attention back to Becker.
"It’s a look I could certainly learn to live with. But I haven't given you permission for eye contact yet so please keep them averted. Has Connor behaved since you've been back?"
"Yes, sir." Becker responded.
"Looks like you've earned yourself a treat then, pet." Lester's attention was now on Connor and he removed his hand from Connor's mouth and reached to undo his trousers. He pulled out his half-hard cock and stepped forward. Connor's head came up and his mouth opened again. Lester placed his cock into the willing mouth and Connor made a noise of contentment.
Becker watched the proceedings and without thinking reached out a hand and stroked Connor's hair as his head bobbed. His entire love life flashed before his eyes - a series of failed relationships and one person who had made him happy. What was happening here may not have been conventional but they, this, worked. And they made him feel like he belonged; a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. He pulled back his hand and straightened his back again, addressing the wall in front of him.
"Permission to speak, sir."
Lester had watched Becker's actions with quiet interest, clearly deciding not to intrude on his thought process.
"Permission granted," he replied.
"Sir, I would very much like to stay with you both. If that is acceptable with you, sir, if you will have me."
Lester pulled his hips back, falling from Connor's mouth. He tucked himself back in and touched Connor’s head much as Becker had done a moment ago.
"What do you think, pet? Should we let him stay?"
Connor looked up with a smile and eager eyes. "Yes please, sir."
Lester smiled at Connor and then back at Becker. “I suggest we celebrate first and deal with the finer points of the arrangement later.”
“James Lester putting off paper work? Is the world about to end or something?” Connor spoke from the floor.
“Excuse me? Are you asking for a spanking?”
“Always,” Connor grinned back.
“Right, into the bedroom. Don’t get comfortable; we’ll be with you presently.”
Connor stood and turned around to leave. Lester reached out a hand and grabbed the back of his collar, halting him and pulling him a step back. Lester’s other hand found Connor’s hole and he slipped a finger inside.
“Slick and stretched; you were busy while you were waiting. Good boys. Now, go.” Connor left and Lester turned to Becker. He took a deep breath.
“This is what you want? To be with both of us?”
“Yes. You have something special here, James, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Lester pulled Becker gently to him and kissed him before releasing him. “Right then, we have a prepared boy next door who I rather feel we should go and make best use of.”
Becker smiled. “After you, sir.”
Chapter six.