Heroes
Title:Heroes
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Becker, mentions of Abby
Words: 1,849
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primevel.
Spoilers: Nowt major
AN: This was written for smallfandomfest prompt Connor/Becker, Comic book heroes. Thanks toemyrldlady for handholding and head beating at the final stages.
AN 2: For this to work we have to pretend that Connor stayed living with Abby throughout season three.
“You didn’t have to carry me all the way up here you know. I can still do some things for myself.”
“Connor, you’re injured. It’s my job to keep you safe. And if I can’t do that then the least I can do is get you home in one piece.”
Becker deposited Connor gently on his bed, brow furrowing as he saw the young man wince.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay? Maybe you should have stayed in hospital.”
Connor grinned. “Well I suppose the nurses would have been prettier. Nah, I’d rather be home. It’s comfortable here, I’m nearer the ARC if anything happens and you know, I’ve got all my…stuff.”
Becker followed Conner’s arm as it gestured around the room. “Stuff” was right. There were bits of computer strewn all over the place, unidentifiable bits of broken down electrical appliance cluttered in corners and, hell, he’d known the boy was a geek, but this was something else. Becker hadn’t realised there were that many DVD’s in the world to own.
He stood, wandering over to the desk to have a closer look. As well as a much abused laptop the desk was covered in figurines. Becker picked one up and looked at it suspiciously, turning to Connor.
“Why do you have so many toys?”
“They’re not toys; they’re collectable, posable action figures.”
“Okay then, why do you have so many collectable posable action figures.”
Connor looked bemused at the question.
“Well you know, they’re fun. And it’s cool.”
Becker raised an eyebrow. These figures didn’t really fit in with his idea of cool.
“What are they all?”
“You mean you don’t recognise them?” Becker didn’t get a chance to answer before Connor continued. “Well that’s Spiderman that you’re holding, and next to him is Batman, well a couple of Batmans, one from each of the films. There’s all ten Doctors. Over there is Hans Solo, Princess Leah, Luke Skywalker, Yoda and…”
“Okay Connor stop. I don’t need all their names.” Becker glanced at the collection again. “Where are all the bad guys? Where’s your Darth Vader?”
Connor shifted a bit on the bed. Becker wasn’t sure if it was from the physical discomfort of the wound or if he’d said something wrong.
“I don’t like the bad guys. I like the heroes. You know, when I was a kid I wanted to be like the superheroes in my comics. Then I realised that I was never going to be like that, not really built for it, certainly not brave enough, but I still hoped there might be heroes in the world somewhere you know?” he shrugged. “We all need a hero sometimes don’t we?”
Becker looked at the sincere young man who was now slumped on the bed.
“I think those pain killers are kicking in. Let’s get you lying down.”
Connor nodded, his eyes now obviously starting to droop. Becker crossed back over to him and helped swing his legs onto the bed and supported him as he lay down. Another flash of pain crossed the young man’s face, but not as bad as before. Becker pulled Connor’s shoes off and dropped them to the floor before picking up the mess of blankets and draping them over Connor’s still dressed body.
Becker straightened and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, but fluttering slightly and his breathing was soft and shallow, fully asleep. His face was still not peaceful though, tension still visible above the eyes. Becker glanced back over at the table of heroes, before stepping backwards and down the stairs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Oh my god Becker, you were brilliant. Did you see the look on his face? Oh, that was so much fun. And we got you back, didn’t we Rex?” Connor chattered excitedly as he bounced into his flat. Becker couldn’t help but grin as he followed him in. “I’m going to take Rex upstairs and have a quick look at him before Abby sees.” he said in a quieter voice. Becker nodded and jogged up the stairs behind him.
Connor cradled Rex in one arm and grabbing a handful of the figures on his desk he threw them into a shoebox on the floor. Another swipe sent some more flying backwards and Connor set Rex down in the cleared space.
Becker stood behind him watching as Connor carefully checked Rex over for any wounds or other signs of illness. He couldn’t help but smile at his gentle efficiency and the way Rex chittered at him as the young man’s hands traced across his skin.
“You know you were pretty good yourself back there. But ‘mine actually’? Since when did I become your personal army?”
Connor turned and grinned at him. “Since you started following me everywhere with a big damn gun.”
Becker tried to look serious. “That’s just my job.”
“And you’re telling me you don’t enjoy it?” Connor turned back to Rex. “You’re good to go buddy. Fly down to the kitchen and well get you a nice bit of cabbage eh?”
Becker lost his battle and smiled as Rex gave another chitter and flew away.
“It has its perks. Today was fun.”
Connor faced him again and gave him a friendly slap to the arm. “My hero. C’mon. We have a lizard to feed.”
Becker stood back as Connor left the mess on the desk and bounced past him and down into the main flat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It had been building for months. He’d felt it and he thought that Connor had too, but had never been certain.
Until now.
They had gone from an uneasy wariness to professional respect and trust, to a somewhat unexpected but firm friendship. And if he’d thought friendship with Connor was unexpected, what started to grow from that left him lost for words.
The more time he spent with the technician the more his feelings for him grew. And the more Connor’s presence stirred other reactions in him too. Rooms got hotter when Connor walked into them, his senses felt heightened and his skin tingled.
Becker tried to hide it, tried to work out if Connor felt the same, but his natural caution always got in the way.
Until now.
The day’s report had taken an age to finish writing up and by the time he’d made it down to the locker room it was nearly deserted. In fact only Connor had been in there. Becker had meant to tease him about the weights he was lifting, but instead made him jump, causing the weight to slip awkwardly. Becker rushed to grab it, and his body was suddenly pressed up against Connor’s, their faces close, breath mingling.
Becker’s body was suddenly on fire. He was aware of every cell of his skin; it burned where his clothes touched him. Every hair on his body stood on end as if a current of electricity had flown through him. His breath caught in his chest and he could almost feel his pupils dilate.
He looked into Connor’s eyes. Saw the same expression he knew was in his eyes reflected there. He swallowed, mirroring Connor’s action.
Connor found his voice first.
“I think you should take me home.”
The journey home had been silent, but thankfully short. Connor’s hand had shook as he couldn’t unlock the door to the loft quick enough. Becker had stood close behind him, barely touching, but making his presence known. They spilled through the front door and Connor raced for the stairs up to his room with Becker hot on his heels.
Connor spun around as he got into his room and Becker grabbed him. Gripping Connor’s upper arms in his hands Becker pulled him forwards, pressing their lips together in a hot, desperate kiss.
Mouths opened and tongues danced around each other, probing, flicking, exploring. Hands moved urgently over each other’s bodies, pushing jackets and over-shirts off shoulders and onto the floor. Becker pushed Connor backwards until he came to rest against the desk. Connor reached behind him and with a swipe of his arm knocked the small collection of figurines onto the floor. He hoisted himself onto the desk and spread his legs, a silent invitation for Becker to stand between them.
Becker pushed himself between Connor’s thighs and his hands found the other man’s hips, pulling him close. Their cocks rubbed together through their trousers and Connor moaned into Becker’s mouth.
“Wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long.”
Becker couldn’t hold back his own moan as he pulled Connor closer to him. “I didn’t think you’d ever…”
His words were cut off by Connor’s hands finally making their way under his t-shirt and he didn’t do any more thinking that night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Becker lay still, Connor was asleep already, his weight comforting on top of him. Becker was soothed by the sound of Connor’s breathing, deep and slow, the warmth of his body made him feel grounded and safe.
The world had nearly ended today; well his world had nearly ended. A big somethingasaurus had been bearing down on Connor, and Becker’s bullets were doing nothing and nothing and nothing. Connor was trying to close the anomaly to prevent anything else from coming through and refused to leave his post despite Becker and Abby’s frantic cries. Then, at the last minute, when Becker was sure he had lost him, the creature finally fell and Connor stood on shaky legs pressing the last button and sealing the anomaly.
They had been staying at Becker’s flat lately, it was easier as he lived alone, so it had been a few weeks since he had last been in Connor’s room. But his flat was much further away and Conner’s was so close and Becker couldn’t wait, not tonight. He had to hold him, kiss him, feel him. Know that he was alive. Had to feel the heat of blood rushing through his warm body, pressed firmly against his.
As he lay not sleeping, he idly looked around the room and his eyes lighted on the desk. The beat-up laptop was still there amongst assorted detritus, and so were some of the plastic heroes. But something was different. Their arrangement was less ridged, a haphazardness had fallen about them too. Some even lay flat, toppled victims of circumstance, not immediately righted by an obsessed hand.
Becker also noticed a new addition to the desk. One that now seemed to take pride of place; sat in front of the plastic heroes.
A simple black picture frame held a candid shot that Becker remembered Abby snapping at the ARC just a few days ago. Connor was laughing, a big smile stretching his face. He was leaning back against Becker who, clad in his normal work clothes, had on arm over his lover’s shoulder, a hand splayed protectively and possessively across Connor’s chest. His smile spoke of contentment and happiness.
Something bigger than pride swelled in Becker’s chest and he tightened his arms around Connor and pulled him closer against him.
Everyone needs a hero sometimes; he hoped he could live up to it.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Becker, mentions of Abby
Words: 1,849
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primevel.
Spoilers: Nowt major
AN: This was written for smallfandomfest prompt Connor/Becker, Comic book heroes. Thanks toemyrldlady for handholding and head beating at the final stages.
AN 2: For this to work we have to pretend that Connor stayed living with Abby throughout season three.
“You didn’t have to carry me all the way up here you know. I can still do some things for myself.”
“Connor, you’re injured. It’s my job to keep you safe. And if I can’t do that then the least I can do is get you home in one piece.”
Becker deposited Connor gently on his bed, brow furrowing as he saw the young man wince.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay? Maybe you should have stayed in hospital.”
Connor grinned. “Well I suppose the nurses would have been prettier. Nah, I’d rather be home. It’s comfortable here, I’m nearer the ARC if anything happens and you know, I’ve got all my…stuff.”
Becker followed Conner’s arm as it gestured around the room. “Stuff” was right. There were bits of computer strewn all over the place, unidentifiable bits of broken down electrical appliance cluttered in corners and, hell, he’d known the boy was a geek, but this was something else. Becker hadn’t realised there were that many DVD’s in the world to own.
He stood, wandering over to the desk to have a closer look. As well as a much abused laptop the desk was covered in figurines. Becker picked one up and looked at it suspiciously, turning to Connor.
“Why do you have so many toys?”
“They’re not toys; they’re collectable, posable action figures.”
“Okay then, why do you have so many collectable posable action figures.”
Connor looked bemused at the question.
“Well you know, they’re fun. And it’s cool.”
Becker raised an eyebrow. These figures didn’t really fit in with his idea of cool.
“What are they all?”
“You mean you don’t recognise them?” Becker didn’t get a chance to answer before Connor continued. “Well that’s Spiderman that you’re holding, and next to him is Batman, well a couple of Batmans, one from each of the films. There’s all ten Doctors. Over there is Hans Solo, Princess Leah, Luke Skywalker, Yoda and…”
“Okay Connor stop. I don’t need all their names.” Becker glanced at the collection again. “Where are all the bad guys? Where’s your Darth Vader?”
Connor shifted a bit on the bed. Becker wasn’t sure if it was from the physical discomfort of the wound or if he’d said something wrong.
“I don’t like the bad guys. I like the heroes. You know, when I was a kid I wanted to be like the superheroes in my comics. Then I realised that I was never going to be like that, not really built for it, certainly not brave enough, but I still hoped there might be heroes in the world somewhere you know?” he shrugged. “We all need a hero sometimes don’t we?”
Becker looked at the sincere young man who was now slumped on the bed.
“I think those pain killers are kicking in. Let’s get you lying down.”
Connor nodded, his eyes now obviously starting to droop. Becker crossed back over to him and helped swing his legs onto the bed and supported him as he lay down. Another flash of pain crossed the young man’s face, but not as bad as before. Becker pulled Connor’s shoes off and dropped them to the floor before picking up the mess of blankets and draping them over Connor’s still dressed body.
Becker straightened and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, but fluttering slightly and his breathing was soft and shallow, fully asleep. His face was still not peaceful though, tension still visible above the eyes. Becker glanced back over at the table of heroes, before stepping backwards and down the stairs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Oh my god Becker, you were brilliant. Did you see the look on his face? Oh, that was so much fun. And we got you back, didn’t we Rex?” Connor chattered excitedly as he bounced into his flat. Becker couldn’t help but grin as he followed him in. “I’m going to take Rex upstairs and have a quick look at him before Abby sees.” he said in a quieter voice. Becker nodded and jogged up the stairs behind him.
Connor cradled Rex in one arm and grabbing a handful of the figures on his desk he threw them into a shoebox on the floor. Another swipe sent some more flying backwards and Connor set Rex down in the cleared space.
Becker stood behind him watching as Connor carefully checked Rex over for any wounds or other signs of illness. He couldn’t help but smile at his gentle efficiency and the way Rex chittered at him as the young man’s hands traced across his skin.
“You know you were pretty good yourself back there. But ‘mine actually’? Since when did I become your personal army?”
Connor turned and grinned at him. “Since you started following me everywhere with a big damn gun.”
Becker tried to look serious. “That’s just my job.”
“And you’re telling me you don’t enjoy it?” Connor turned back to Rex. “You’re good to go buddy. Fly down to the kitchen and well get you a nice bit of cabbage eh?”
Becker lost his battle and smiled as Rex gave another chitter and flew away.
“It has its perks. Today was fun.”
Connor faced him again and gave him a friendly slap to the arm. “My hero. C’mon. We have a lizard to feed.”
Becker stood back as Connor left the mess on the desk and bounced past him and down into the main flat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It had been building for months. He’d felt it and he thought that Connor had too, but had never been certain.
Until now.
They had gone from an uneasy wariness to professional respect and trust, to a somewhat unexpected but firm friendship. And if he’d thought friendship with Connor was unexpected, what started to grow from that left him lost for words.
The more time he spent with the technician the more his feelings for him grew. And the more Connor’s presence stirred other reactions in him too. Rooms got hotter when Connor walked into them, his senses felt heightened and his skin tingled.
Becker tried to hide it, tried to work out if Connor felt the same, but his natural caution always got in the way.
Until now.
The day’s report had taken an age to finish writing up and by the time he’d made it down to the locker room it was nearly deserted. In fact only Connor had been in there. Becker had meant to tease him about the weights he was lifting, but instead made him jump, causing the weight to slip awkwardly. Becker rushed to grab it, and his body was suddenly pressed up against Connor’s, their faces close, breath mingling.
Becker’s body was suddenly on fire. He was aware of every cell of his skin; it burned where his clothes touched him. Every hair on his body stood on end as if a current of electricity had flown through him. His breath caught in his chest and he could almost feel his pupils dilate.
He looked into Connor’s eyes. Saw the same expression he knew was in his eyes reflected there. He swallowed, mirroring Connor’s action.
Connor found his voice first.
“I think you should take me home.”
The journey home had been silent, but thankfully short. Connor’s hand had shook as he couldn’t unlock the door to the loft quick enough. Becker had stood close behind him, barely touching, but making his presence known. They spilled through the front door and Connor raced for the stairs up to his room with Becker hot on his heels.
Connor spun around as he got into his room and Becker grabbed him. Gripping Connor’s upper arms in his hands Becker pulled him forwards, pressing their lips together in a hot, desperate kiss.
Mouths opened and tongues danced around each other, probing, flicking, exploring. Hands moved urgently over each other’s bodies, pushing jackets and over-shirts off shoulders and onto the floor. Becker pushed Connor backwards until he came to rest against the desk. Connor reached behind him and with a swipe of his arm knocked the small collection of figurines onto the floor. He hoisted himself onto the desk and spread his legs, a silent invitation for Becker to stand between them.
Becker pushed himself between Connor’s thighs and his hands found the other man’s hips, pulling him close. Their cocks rubbed together through their trousers and Connor moaned into Becker’s mouth.
“Wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long.”
Becker couldn’t hold back his own moan as he pulled Connor closer to him. “I didn’t think you’d ever…”
His words were cut off by Connor’s hands finally making their way under his t-shirt and he didn’t do any more thinking that night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Becker lay still, Connor was asleep already, his weight comforting on top of him. Becker was soothed by the sound of Connor’s breathing, deep and slow, the warmth of his body made him feel grounded and safe.
The world had nearly ended today; well his world had nearly ended. A big somethingasaurus had been bearing down on Connor, and Becker’s bullets were doing nothing and nothing and nothing. Connor was trying to close the anomaly to prevent anything else from coming through and refused to leave his post despite Becker and Abby’s frantic cries. Then, at the last minute, when Becker was sure he had lost him, the creature finally fell and Connor stood on shaky legs pressing the last button and sealing the anomaly.
They had been staying at Becker’s flat lately, it was easier as he lived alone, so it had been a few weeks since he had last been in Connor’s room. But his flat was much further away and Conner’s was so close and Becker couldn’t wait, not tonight. He had to hold him, kiss him, feel him. Know that he was alive. Had to feel the heat of blood rushing through his warm body, pressed firmly against his.
As he lay not sleeping, he idly looked around the room and his eyes lighted on the desk. The beat-up laptop was still there amongst assorted detritus, and so were some of the plastic heroes. But something was different. Their arrangement was less ridged, a haphazardness had fallen about them too. Some even lay flat, toppled victims of circumstance, not immediately righted by an obsessed hand.
Becker also noticed a new addition to the desk. One that now seemed to take pride of place; sat in front of the plastic heroes.
A simple black picture frame held a candid shot that Becker remembered Abby snapping at the ARC just a few days ago. Connor was laughing, a big smile stretching his face. He was leaning back against Becker who, clad in his normal work clothes, had on arm over his lover’s shoulder, a hand splayed protectively and possessively across Connor’s chest. His smile spoke of contentment and happiness.
Something bigger than pride swelled in Becker’s chest and he tightened his arms around Connor and pulled him closer against him.
Everyone needs a hero sometimes; he hoped he could live up to it.