My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 6/20: Deal With the Devils
Title: My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter six: Deal with the Devils
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 2,648 this chapter, approx 40,000 for the series.
Rating, Warnings: 18. The whole series is about a Dom/switch/sub relationship and contains various BDSM themes.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. Not set in any specific season.
AN: Huge thanks to the lovely lukadreaming for a great beta and to lsellersfic for my fabulous artwork.
AN2: Chapter one here. Previous chapter here.
Becker and Lester were enjoying their dinner quietly at the table while Connor knelt next to Lester and allowed himself to be fed. Lester could read a tension in Becker’s body and know there was something on his mind. He decided to give him until the end of dinner to bring it up before using more forceful means to get it out of him. As if reading his mind Becker suddenly spoke.
"I want to fuck him."
Lester, as was his wont, hid his surprise well. He felt Connor stiffen a little more at his side and fed him another mouthful.
"You want to fuck him?" he asked casually.
"Yes. In the last six weeks I've come in his mouth, I've come on him, I've come in his hand, your hand, my hand. I've come while you fucked me, I've even come in my fucking trousers thanks to the two of you. In fact I have come in pretty much every conceivable way…”
“Oh no,” interrupted Connor, “There are loads more…”
Lester quietened him with a look and Becker continued.
“But, I have yet to fuck him and I want to. You said I’d be able to."
Out of the corner of his eye Lester could feel Connor watching him expectantly, wondering how he was going to respond. He remained quiet for a moment, fed Connor again without explicitly looking at him. He stayed quiet for just long enough to make Becker feel nervous before he replied: "Very well then, you can fuck him. But on one condition; you have to make him beg for it."
"Make him beg? That’s all I have to do?"
"Yes. That is all."
In his surprise Becker missed the trace of amusement in Lester’s eyes or the fact the Connor dipped his head to hide his grin.
"Fine. Can I do it tonight?"
"Of course. We’ll let our dinner go down for a bit and then he's all yours."
"Fine," Becker said again and the three resumed eating.
Apparently the promise of a good night was more important than healthy digestion to Lester's two boys. Becker and Lester were sitting on the sofa watching television with Connor on the floor between them, his head resting on Lester's thigh. Lester was idly stroking his hair while wondering how long he was going to let the young man squirm at his feet before he gave in and let them go to bed. He noticed Becker surreptitiously reach a hand down to press against his groin and with an exaggerated sigh gave in.
"Honestly, you'd think no one had ever taught you two patience. But very well, let's go to bed."
Before he had a chance to stand Connor and Becker were both on their feet and waiting for him to lead the way. Lester shook his head and headed for the bedroom.
"Right. A couple of ground rules for you. Becker, your cock goes nowhere near Connor's arse until he begs. Connor you will not be tied down and you will be silent. Any attempt to touch Becker or yourself, or anything you say will constitute begging and Becker can do as he pleases with you. However as soon as Becker starts to fuck you, you may do as you please to let yourself come. All understood?"
Becker nodded and Connor smirked. In response to the smirk Becker grabbed Connor around the back of the neck and pulled him into a kiss, his other hand wrapping around the smaller man's waist and pulling him tightly to him. Connor opened himself up to the kiss, surrendering himself to Becker while being careful to keep his hands at his side.
Lester eased off his braces and moved to sit in the chair. He pulled gently at his tie while he watched Becker and Connor kiss. It was the type of kiss that would normally elicit breathy moans from their sub, but he remained quiet. Lester could see him surrender physically to Becker, though. He had moulded his body to the other man's and Lester knew he would be loose and pliant, responding to each move of Becker’s. He also knew that it would be the only capitulation they would see from him for a while.
As Becker kissed Connor he gradually let his hands roam. He snaked one under Connor's t-shirt, using his thumb to trace patterns on the warm skin. Connor melted into him and Becker enjoyed the weight of the man in his arms.
He kissed him like this for a while longer before gripping the bottom of Connor's t-shirt and breaking the kiss long enough to tug it over his head. He dropped it to the floor and bent his head to Connor's neck.
He started kissing him under the jaw, trailing kisses down his neck, nibbling on the tender flesh. Working his way down, he flicked his tongue under Connor's collar, clearly enjoying the shiver he got in return. He worked past it until he got to Connor's clavicle. Becker kissed and flicked his tongue over the tight skin before biting down hard, at the same time tightening his arm around him. Connor's hips jerked hard into his body but he didn't make a noise. Becker continued to worry the patch of skin under his mouth sucking and biting, ensuring that Connor would definitely be wearing a scarf tomorrow.
With sudden swiftness he moved up to claim Connor's mouth again. This time the kiss was harder, more demanding and Connor opened himself to it, giving as much as he received.
Becker continued roaming Connor's body with his hands until they finally came to rest on his belt buckle. Becker made quick work of it and began work on the fastening of Connor's trousers. He felt Connor's body tense as he reached a hand inside and gripped his already half-erect cock. He gave it a couple of gentle squeezes before breaking off the kiss and dropping gracefully to his knees. Becker pulled Connor's trousers and underwear down to his ankles.
"Step out, pretty boy," he said softly. Connor went to put his hand on Becker's shoulder for balance but caught himself at the last second, instead holding his arms out to the side.
Becker threw the removed clothing to the side of the room, and ran his hands up and down Connor's thighs, eyeing the treat in front of him. He licked up the length of Connor's cock before swirling his tongue around his head. Then he dipped his head and took Connor into his mouth. He worked Connor's cock as well as he knew how, and he knew he was good. Knowing that Connor wasn't allowed to come until he started fucking him he thought he would drive him as close to the edge this way as he could.
Lester was slowly divesting himself of his clothes as he watched. He could see how hard Becker was through his jeans and he bit back a laugh as Connor moved as if to knot his hands in Becker's hair only to clench his fists and leave them hovering in mid-air. He watched Becker work his mouth but knew from experience that Connor could almost certainly hold out for longer than it took Becker to get uncomfortable.
And he was right.
With a frustrated groan Becker pulled back and released Connor. He looked up and saw the other man panting silently above him, face flushed. Becker stood and planted a hand on Connor's chest, shoving him backwards.
"On the bed, on your back."
Connor stumbled slightly before recovering and climbing onto the bed. Becker took a moment to quickly rid himself of his own clothes. Lester looked between his two hot naked boys. Becker was paying him no heed but Connor caught his eye and winked. Lester had to try even harder to suppress a laugh.
Becker climbed onto the bed and straddled Connor, his erection standing out from his body. Connor had his hands flat on the duvet, away from his sides and well away from Becker. Becker leant down and captured Connor's lips in another kiss. He let himself get lost in it for a moment, taking the time to try to let the rest of his body calm down.
Gradually he started to move, trailing a line of kisses from Connor's mouth and down his neck. He stopped once again at the mark that he had made on Connor's collar bone earlier. He worried at the spot with his tongue and was rewarded by Connor's shoulders stiffening and pushing back into the bed.
He continued his work his way down his sub's body, until he reached one of Connor's nipples. He circled it with his tongue, then flicked it before biting into it. Connor's body arched off the bed, but he stayed quiet. Becker soothed the abused nipple with his tongue again before sucking on it gently. He alternated between Connor's nipples; nibbling, sucking and licking, taking pleasure in the way it made Connor’s body move under him, alternately pushing into and up from the bed.
Becker decided he had had his fun and continued to move down. He licked and nipped at Connor's body, sucking patches of skin into his mouth. When he reached Connor's cock he licked drops of pre-come from the head, before dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit. He felt Connor's whole body tense and knew he couldn't be far away from making the other man beg.
He moved quickly away from his cock and focused his efforts on Connor's thighs instead. Working his way down as far as his knees, Becker flicked his tongue behind each one before hooking his hands under them. He used them to lever Connor's legs up, pushing his thighs back against his stomach. He flicked a devilish grin at Connor and bent his head once more.
Once again his tongue flicked out, dipping into Connor's tight arse. Once again he felt Connor's whole body move. For a while Becker lost himself in what he was doing. He circled Connor's tight hole with his tongue, dipping in and out, testing the muscle, before getting firmer and finally fucking him with his tongue. He could feel Connor writhing under him and released one of his legs. He moved his hand down and slipped a finger into Connor's tight, hot body. He used his finger and his tongue to fuck him, stretching him open. He kept it up until Connor was moving under him so much it was hard to keep him in place with just the one arm. He wondered what the hell was taking Connor so long to break. He paused in his ministrations for a second and looked up.
Connor's fingers were knotted tightly in the duvet and his face was a mask of pleasure and pain caused by frustration. His head was partially tipped back, but Becker could see him biting his lip so hard it must have been hurting. But still he hadn't uttered a word, touched either of them and certainly hadn't begged.
"What the fuck?"
A chuckle finally escaped Lester and Becker turned to look him.
"Of course, you haven't ever had reason to fully realise just what a stubborn little bugger Connor can be, have you?"
Realisation dawned on Becker and he saw red. Releasing Connor's leg he launched himself back up the bed. He grabbed Connor's arms and dragged them above his head. With one powerful hand he pinned them both by the wrist to the bed. Connor's eyes flew open to look at him. Becker's other hand came down to wrap around Connor's throat. He squeezed and leant close. Becker saw fear spark in Connor’s eyes for a moment, only to be replaced by a look of naked want. It shot straight to Becker’s stomach and his need for the boy grew and he growled into Connor's face.
"Look you little shit, one way or another I am going to make you beg and I am going to fuck you, and when I do I am going to fuck you so hard you will wish you hadn't been fucking born."
"Oh fuck, yes," Connor breathed, his body instinctively pushing up into Becker's hand.
Becker froze for a second, it barely sinking in that Connor had finally spoken. Lester smiled, wondering just which one of them it was that Connor had finally taken pity on.
But Becker recovered quickly and was suddenly all movement again. He released his hold, grabbed Connor by the shoulders and flipped him over onto his front. He pinned him down with one hand in the middle of his back while he leant over and retrieved a condom from the bedside table. He swore as he tried to tear open the packet with his teeth and finally let go of Connor to roll the rubber onto his erection with more ease.
Done, his hands moved to Connor's waist and he roughly pulled him to his knees. He lined up his cock with Connor's spit-slicked entrance and, pushing forwards at the same time as pulling Connor backwards, buried his cock inside Connor's body.
"Oh god, yes!" Apparently now that he had spoken once Connor did not intend to keep quiet any more. Becker wanted to hear more. He gripped Connor tightly around the waist, but held still.
"Tell me Connor, tell me what you want."
"Fuck me, please fuck me."
Becker pulled out and thrust back inside him before stilling again.
"How do you want it, Conn? I want to hear you tell me."
"Hard, Becker. Please, fuck me hard."
"Stop talking and I stop fucking. Understood?"
"Yes, please, please move Becker."
Becker started pounding unrelentingly into Connor's body, angling his thrusts so that each one was deep and hit Connor's prostate. A litany of cries, mixing between 'please' and 'harder' and 'deeper' and ‘fuck yes’ fell from Connor's lips and Becker didn't let him down.
Connor fell forwards so he was resting on one forearm rather than his hands, and he brought his other hand to his cock. He pulled roughly at himself while Becker pounded into his body, until with a stuttered cry he came hard, splattering the duvet beneath him with his come.
Becker managed a few strokes more, riding Connor through his orgasm, until he too came with a shout, fingers digging into Connor's hips. Panting, he released the other man and Connor collapsed onto the bed. Before Becker had a chance to move, an arm snaked around his waist and he felt his own arse being breached by two lube-slicked fingers. He groaned involuntarily but didn't move, allowing Lester to quickly and efficiently stretch him.
Lester's fingers were soon replaced by his sheathed cock and Becker held his body still as Lester fucked him. It didn't take Lester long to come - he had been so close watching his two boys - and he was soon emptying himself in Becker's pliant body.
Connor just managed to pull his legs up and roll out of the way, before Becker's body fell onto the bed, exhausted, next to him. A few seconds later the bed dipped the other side of him as Lester climbed on too.
Becker lay on his back panting. "You’re bastards, The pair of you are utter bastards."
The bed shook with Connor and Lester's laughter and Becker finally managed a grin.
Lester sat up. "You two rest, I'll get us something to clean you both up with and deal with the rubbish. You deserve the break after that little show."
Lester headed for the bathroom and Becker reached out and pulled Connor into his arms. "That is absolutely the last time I make a deal with either of you."
Connor kissed him. "I know you don't mean that. You had far too much fun."
"Bastard," Becker said again, and pulled Connor a little closer.
Chapter seven
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 2,648 this chapter, approx 40,000 for the series.
Rating, Warnings: 18. The whole series is about a Dom/switch/sub relationship and contains various BDSM themes.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. Not set in any specific season.
AN: Huge thanks to the lovely lukadreaming for a great beta and to lsellersfic for my fabulous artwork.
AN2: Chapter one here. Previous chapter here.
Becker and Lester were enjoying their dinner quietly at the table while Connor knelt next to Lester and allowed himself to be fed. Lester could read a tension in Becker’s body and know there was something on his mind. He decided to give him until the end of dinner to bring it up before using more forceful means to get it out of him. As if reading his mind Becker suddenly spoke.
"I want to fuck him."
Lester, as was his wont, hid his surprise well. He felt Connor stiffen a little more at his side and fed him another mouthful.
"You want to fuck him?" he asked casually.
"Yes. In the last six weeks I've come in his mouth, I've come on him, I've come in his hand, your hand, my hand. I've come while you fucked me, I've even come in my fucking trousers thanks to the two of you. In fact I have come in pretty much every conceivable way…”
“Oh no,” interrupted Connor, “There are loads more…”
Lester quietened him with a look and Becker continued.
“But, I have yet to fuck him and I want to. You said I’d be able to."
Out of the corner of his eye Lester could feel Connor watching him expectantly, wondering how he was going to respond. He remained quiet for a moment, fed Connor again without explicitly looking at him. He stayed quiet for just long enough to make Becker feel nervous before he replied: "Very well then, you can fuck him. But on one condition; you have to make him beg for it."
"Make him beg? That’s all I have to do?"
"Yes. That is all."
In his surprise Becker missed the trace of amusement in Lester’s eyes or the fact the Connor dipped his head to hide his grin.
"Fine. Can I do it tonight?"
"Of course. We’ll let our dinner go down for a bit and then he's all yours."
"Fine," Becker said again and the three resumed eating.
Apparently the promise of a good night was more important than healthy digestion to Lester's two boys. Becker and Lester were sitting on the sofa watching television with Connor on the floor between them, his head resting on Lester's thigh. Lester was idly stroking his hair while wondering how long he was going to let the young man squirm at his feet before he gave in and let them go to bed. He noticed Becker surreptitiously reach a hand down to press against his groin and with an exaggerated sigh gave in.
"Honestly, you'd think no one had ever taught you two patience. But very well, let's go to bed."
Before he had a chance to stand Connor and Becker were both on their feet and waiting for him to lead the way. Lester shook his head and headed for the bedroom.
"Right. A couple of ground rules for you. Becker, your cock goes nowhere near Connor's arse until he begs. Connor you will not be tied down and you will be silent. Any attempt to touch Becker or yourself, or anything you say will constitute begging and Becker can do as he pleases with you. However as soon as Becker starts to fuck you, you may do as you please to let yourself come. All understood?"
Becker nodded and Connor smirked. In response to the smirk Becker grabbed Connor around the back of the neck and pulled him into a kiss, his other hand wrapping around the smaller man's waist and pulling him tightly to him. Connor opened himself up to the kiss, surrendering himself to Becker while being careful to keep his hands at his side.
Lester eased off his braces and moved to sit in the chair. He pulled gently at his tie while he watched Becker and Connor kiss. It was the type of kiss that would normally elicit breathy moans from their sub, but he remained quiet. Lester could see him surrender physically to Becker, though. He had moulded his body to the other man's and Lester knew he would be loose and pliant, responding to each move of Becker’s. He also knew that it would be the only capitulation they would see from him for a while.
As Becker kissed Connor he gradually let his hands roam. He snaked one under Connor's t-shirt, using his thumb to trace patterns on the warm skin. Connor melted into him and Becker enjoyed the weight of the man in his arms.
He kissed him like this for a while longer before gripping the bottom of Connor's t-shirt and breaking the kiss long enough to tug it over his head. He dropped it to the floor and bent his head to Connor's neck.
He started kissing him under the jaw, trailing kisses down his neck, nibbling on the tender flesh. Working his way down, he flicked his tongue under Connor's collar, clearly enjoying the shiver he got in return. He worked past it until he got to Connor's clavicle. Becker kissed and flicked his tongue over the tight skin before biting down hard, at the same time tightening his arm around him. Connor's hips jerked hard into his body but he didn't make a noise. Becker continued to worry the patch of skin under his mouth sucking and biting, ensuring that Connor would definitely be wearing a scarf tomorrow.
With sudden swiftness he moved up to claim Connor's mouth again. This time the kiss was harder, more demanding and Connor opened himself to it, giving as much as he received.
Becker continued roaming Connor's body with his hands until they finally came to rest on his belt buckle. Becker made quick work of it and began work on the fastening of Connor's trousers. He felt Connor's body tense as he reached a hand inside and gripped his already half-erect cock. He gave it a couple of gentle squeezes before breaking off the kiss and dropping gracefully to his knees. Becker pulled Connor's trousers and underwear down to his ankles.
"Step out, pretty boy," he said softly. Connor went to put his hand on Becker's shoulder for balance but caught himself at the last second, instead holding his arms out to the side.
Becker threw the removed clothing to the side of the room, and ran his hands up and down Connor's thighs, eyeing the treat in front of him. He licked up the length of Connor's cock before swirling his tongue around his head. Then he dipped his head and took Connor into his mouth. He worked Connor's cock as well as he knew how, and he knew he was good. Knowing that Connor wasn't allowed to come until he started fucking him he thought he would drive him as close to the edge this way as he could.
Lester was slowly divesting himself of his clothes as he watched. He could see how hard Becker was through his jeans and he bit back a laugh as Connor moved as if to knot his hands in Becker's hair only to clench his fists and leave them hovering in mid-air. He watched Becker work his mouth but knew from experience that Connor could almost certainly hold out for longer than it took Becker to get uncomfortable.
And he was right.
With a frustrated groan Becker pulled back and released Connor. He looked up and saw the other man panting silently above him, face flushed. Becker stood and planted a hand on Connor's chest, shoving him backwards.
"On the bed, on your back."
Connor stumbled slightly before recovering and climbing onto the bed. Becker took a moment to quickly rid himself of his own clothes. Lester looked between his two hot naked boys. Becker was paying him no heed but Connor caught his eye and winked. Lester had to try even harder to suppress a laugh.
Becker climbed onto the bed and straddled Connor, his erection standing out from his body. Connor had his hands flat on the duvet, away from his sides and well away from Becker. Becker leant down and captured Connor's lips in another kiss. He let himself get lost in it for a moment, taking the time to try to let the rest of his body calm down.
Gradually he started to move, trailing a line of kisses from Connor's mouth and down his neck. He stopped once again at the mark that he had made on Connor's collar bone earlier. He worried at the spot with his tongue and was rewarded by Connor's shoulders stiffening and pushing back into the bed.
He continued his work his way down his sub's body, until he reached one of Connor's nipples. He circled it with his tongue, then flicked it before biting into it. Connor's body arched off the bed, but he stayed quiet. Becker soothed the abused nipple with his tongue again before sucking on it gently. He alternated between Connor's nipples; nibbling, sucking and licking, taking pleasure in the way it made Connor’s body move under him, alternately pushing into and up from the bed.
Becker decided he had had his fun and continued to move down. He licked and nipped at Connor's body, sucking patches of skin into his mouth. When he reached Connor's cock he licked drops of pre-come from the head, before dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit. He felt Connor's whole body tense and knew he couldn't be far away from making the other man beg.
He moved quickly away from his cock and focused his efforts on Connor's thighs instead. Working his way down as far as his knees, Becker flicked his tongue behind each one before hooking his hands under them. He used them to lever Connor's legs up, pushing his thighs back against his stomach. He flicked a devilish grin at Connor and bent his head once more.
Once again his tongue flicked out, dipping into Connor's tight arse. Once again he felt Connor's whole body move. For a while Becker lost himself in what he was doing. He circled Connor's tight hole with his tongue, dipping in and out, testing the muscle, before getting firmer and finally fucking him with his tongue. He could feel Connor writhing under him and released one of his legs. He moved his hand down and slipped a finger into Connor's tight, hot body. He used his finger and his tongue to fuck him, stretching him open. He kept it up until Connor was moving under him so much it was hard to keep him in place with just the one arm. He wondered what the hell was taking Connor so long to break. He paused in his ministrations for a second and looked up.
Connor's fingers were knotted tightly in the duvet and his face was a mask of pleasure and pain caused by frustration. His head was partially tipped back, but Becker could see him biting his lip so hard it must have been hurting. But still he hadn't uttered a word, touched either of them and certainly hadn't begged.
"What the fuck?"
A chuckle finally escaped Lester and Becker turned to look him.
"Of course, you haven't ever had reason to fully realise just what a stubborn little bugger Connor can be, have you?"
Realisation dawned on Becker and he saw red. Releasing Connor's leg he launched himself back up the bed. He grabbed Connor's arms and dragged them above his head. With one powerful hand he pinned them both by the wrist to the bed. Connor's eyes flew open to look at him. Becker's other hand came down to wrap around Connor's throat. He squeezed and leant close. Becker saw fear spark in Connor’s eyes for a moment, only to be replaced by a look of naked want. It shot straight to Becker’s stomach and his need for the boy grew and he growled into Connor's face.
"Look you little shit, one way or another I am going to make you beg and I am going to fuck you, and when I do I am going to fuck you so hard you will wish you hadn't been fucking born."
"Oh fuck, yes," Connor breathed, his body instinctively pushing up into Becker's hand.
Becker froze for a second, it barely sinking in that Connor had finally spoken. Lester smiled, wondering just which one of them it was that Connor had finally taken pity on.
But Becker recovered quickly and was suddenly all movement again. He released his hold, grabbed Connor by the shoulders and flipped him over onto his front. He pinned him down with one hand in the middle of his back while he leant over and retrieved a condom from the bedside table. He swore as he tried to tear open the packet with his teeth and finally let go of Connor to roll the rubber onto his erection with more ease.
Done, his hands moved to Connor's waist and he roughly pulled him to his knees. He lined up his cock with Connor's spit-slicked entrance and, pushing forwards at the same time as pulling Connor backwards, buried his cock inside Connor's body.
"Oh god, yes!" Apparently now that he had spoken once Connor did not intend to keep quiet any more. Becker wanted to hear more. He gripped Connor tightly around the waist, but held still.
"Tell me Connor, tell me what you want."
"Fuck me, please fuck me."
Becker pulled out and thrust back inside him before stilling again.
"How do you want it, Conn? I want to hear you tell me."
"Hard, Becker. Please, fuck me hard."
"Stop talking and I stop fucking. Understood?"
"Yes, please, please move Becker."
Becker started pounding unrelentingly into Connor's body, angling his thrusts so that each one was deep and hit Connor's prostate. A litany of cries, mixing between 'please' and 'harder' and 'deeper' and ‘fuck yes’ fell from Connor's lips and Becker didn't let him down.
Connor fell forwards so he was resting on one forearm rather than his hands, and he brought his other hand to his cock. He pulled roughly at himself while Becker pounded into his body, until with a stuttered cry he came hard, splattering the duvet beneath him with his come.
Becker managed a few strokes more, riding Connor through his orgasm, until he too came with a shout, fingers digging into Connor's hips. Panting, he released the other man and Connor collapsed onto the bed. Before Becker had a chance to move, an arm snaked around his waist and he felt his own arse being breached by two lube-slicked fingers. He groaned involuntarily but didn't move, allowing Lester to quickly and efficiently stretch him.
Lester's fingers were soon replaced by his sheathed cock and Becker held his body still as Lester fucked him. It didn't take Lester long to come - he had been so close watching his two boys - and he was soon emptying himself in Becker's pliant body.
Connor just managed to pull his legs up and roll out of the way, before Becker's body fell onto the bed, exhausted, next to him. A few seconds later the bed dipped the other side of him as Lester climbed on too.
Becker lay on his back panting. "You’re bastards, The pair of you are utter bastards."
The bed shook with Connor and Lester's laughter and Becker finally managed a grin.
Lester sat up. "You two rest, I'll get us something to clean you both up with and deal with the rubbish. You deserve the break after that little show."
Lester headed for the bathroom and Becker reached out and pulled Connor into his arms. "That is absolutely the last time I make a deal with either of you."
Connor kissed him. "I know you don't mean that. You had far too much fun."
"Bastard," Becker said again, and pulled Connor a little closer.
Chapter seven