My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 2/20: Ground Rules
Title: My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter two: Ground Rules
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 1,690 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 great beta and to lsellersfic for my fabulous artwork.
Becker knew that he should have said no; should have made his apologies, backed away and not got involved. But instead he had found himself nodding and mutely following Lester and Connor to Lester’s car. He climbed into the back seat and was silent as Lester drove them home, Connor nattering about something he didn’t understand for most of the journey. His mind was whirling with enough thoughts of his own, wondering what the hell he was getting into, but he half wondered if even Lester was only listening out of politeness too.
So he was still confused as to how he had let himself get there when he found himself climbing out of the car in the private underground car park of an exclusive apartment block. He followed Lester and Connor into a lift and back out again when it reached the eighth floor. He was led to a front door and ushered through it, into a hallway with five doors coming from it.
“I’m hungry, how about you Connor? I’m assuming that you’ve worked up something of an appetite too, haven’t you Becker?” Lester asked.
Without waiting for a reply Lester walked through one of the doors which opened into a dining area, separated from a kitchen by a counter.
“I’ll just do a quick stir fry I think. Are you happy with that, Becker?”
“Yes, that sounds fine, thank you.”
Lester was already starting to busy himself in the kitchen. “Jolly good. Conn, some drinks for us all, I think. Do you drink white wine, Becker?
Or would you prefer a beer? Although judging by the look on your face I’m not sure something stronger wouldn’t be in order. There is really no reason to look quite so apprehensive.”
“A beer would be fine, thank you.” Becker responded, mentally pulling himself together. “And I’m not apprehensive. I will admit, though, that this isn’t the direction I expected this evening to go.”
“What? Did you just think you could fuck Connor and walk away? No questions asked, no consequences?”
Becker bristled. Somehow the implied insult was even more troubling in the conversational tone it was delivered in. “That’s not what I meant. I wouldn’t treat Connor like that. I meant that I didn’t expect to end up here with both of you. Intruding.”
“You’re not intruding. We’ve talked about having you over loads of times,” Connor put in.
Lester turned and raised an eyebrow at Connor who was opening two beers and handing one to Becker. Connor winced.
“I wasn’t supposed to mention that bit was I? Well, there’s no point in pretending.” Connor shrugged and reached into the fridge again to take out a bottle of wine, he and Lester moving easily around each other in the space. “Lester noticed it first, the way you looked at me sometimes. And it’s not like we hadn’t noticed you. I mean we’re not stupid, or blind. And you run around in those tight t-shirts being all sweaty and heroic with your big guns and stuff.” He paused and there was a pop as he pulled the cork from the bottle. “Of course we thought about it.”
Lester pulled an exaggerated sigh and took the offered glass of wine from Connor’s hands.
“Will you ever learn to engage your brain before you speak?”
Connor pulled a face. “It’s pretty unlikely.”
Becker sipped his beer in what he hoped was a nonchalant way and watched the exchange. They were together and yet they had thought about him? Did this mean that they wanted him to join in with them? What the hell had he got into?
"You might want to stop thinking so hard, Becker,” Lester continued. “All we are doing is having a nice dinner together; this doesn't have to be any more than that. We can talk if you want to and maybe you'll decide that you'd like to stay. If you not, we'll call you a cab and you can go home and there will be no hard feelings." Lester said.
Becker took a deep breath and looked at Connor who was looking hopefully back at him. He swallowed another swig of beer.
"I do like stir fry."
Connor smiled and turned to grin at Lester.
"Very good. Connor, set the table for three. You can join us tonight."
Connor moved to do as instructed and caught Becker's quizzical look.
"Oh, it's not like I don't eat or anything, but most days we eat together. Lester feeds me from his plate."
"And you're okay with that?"
"Of course. I like it." Connor paused and looked straight at Becker. "I belong to Lester and wear his collar because I want to, not because I have to. He looks after me and takes care of me and in return I give him myself."
At that moment Lester walked over with two bowls of food and placed them down on mats.
"Take a seat, Becker. We'll answer all the questions that you have."
Becker sat down, half his mind still shouting at him that this was a stupid idea, but the other half was too intrigued to let him leave.
Connor sat down as Lester returned with a third bowl and took a seat next to him.
"So what do you want to know?" Lester asked.
Becker swallowed his mouthful. "I don't really know where to start. You live together, do you? I had no idea that you were even together."
"We keep it away from work. It would serve no-one's interests to have our relationship public knowledge."
"Abby knows, though. I had to give her a good reason for moving out of her flat. That and I can't keep anything from her. She sees straight through me you know," Connor added.
"What he is trying to say is that she guessed he was getting regular sex by the fact he couldn't ever keep a grin off his face." Lester dead-panned.
Connor smiled at this. "It works quite simply really. We have a contract with the things both of us will and won’t do - like the breathplay thing. We have safe words and rules. Like work stays separate. James is my boss at work, and if I was to do anything wrong there he can bawl me out at work, but can’t take it out on me here.”
“Although if he wiggles around in those tight red jeans too much at work I can take that out on him to my heart’s content.”
The pair grinned at each other, before Connor continued. “I have my own room and that is my safe space. I can go in there whenever I want and Lester can only come in if I give him permission. But even then, nothing can happen in there. I can sleep in there too if I want to.”
“Which he rarely does.”
As he spoke Lester reached out and smoothed a hand over Connor’s hair, and they exchanged a look and a smile. And that was when Becker realised that for all their rules and contracts, this was a relationship built on love and trust.
He also realised that he was jealous and that, dammit, he wanted to be a part of it.
"So what are you looking for from me? Someone to play with for a night?"
Lester took over. "Well that depends on what you want to give us. There's no pressure. You can join us for a night and we can all see how we feel in the morning. We weren’t planning for this to happen, but as Connor so poetically said, it is something that has been talked about. Connor really is a sucker for punishment."
"So, Connor is, what, your pet? Is that what you want me to be?"
"You would answer to me. That is not negotiable. But we could share responsibility for Connor; he would answer to us both if we all agree. However, I would always have ultimate say on when he gets to come and you could only fuck him with my permission."
"But I would get to fuck him?"
"Certainly."
"Well I can't say that earlier wasn't a lot of fun," Becker smiled. "I suppose one night wouldn't hurt. Like a trial run. Wait, I don’t have to wear a collar do I?"
"You wouldn't have to do anything that you don’t want to do on some level. All I ask is that you trust us and never do anything to make us doubt our trust in you. I will decide what is best for you, as I do for Connor, and you must trust that I know what I am doing. I will never hurt you more than you want or I think you need. But it is not all about the hurt. It is about belonging. Trust us, and you can belong with us.”
“So what happens next?”
“We finish our dinner, we have another drink if you like and then we can go to bed. Although someone has already had a lot more excitement than he was entitled to so may discover that he finds this evening rather frustrating.”
Connor coughed and dropped his fork.
Becker smirked. “It’s starting to sound like fun already.”
As they finished eating Connor stood and collected their bowls and cleaned up in the kitchen while Becker and Lester made idle conversation and finished their drinks.
"So, will you be joining us tonight Becker?" Lester asked.
"Yes." he replied without hesitation.
"Lovely. Connor, are you done in there?"
"Yes, James."
"Do you want to try that again?"
"Yes, sir."
"That’s better, boy. Now go to the bedroom and strip. Get out all we will need along with the long cuffs and wait for us. We’ll be in shortly."
"Yes, sir."
Once Connor had left the room Lester led Becker into the lounge and poured them both a whisky from a decanter in the liquor cabinet. Handing a glass to Becker he indicated for the other man to sit down on the sofa.
"I think before we go in and join him, you and I should have a little chat."
Chapter three.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 1,690 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 great beta and to lsellersfic for my fabulous artwork.
Becker knew that he should have said no; should have made his apologies, backed away and not got involved. But instead he had found himself nodding and mutely following Lester and Connor to Lester’s car. He climbed into the back seat and was silent as Lester drove them home, Connor nattering about something he didn’t understand for most of the journey. His mind was whirling with enough thoughts of his own, wondering what the hell he was getting into, but he half wondered if even Lester was only listening out of politeness too.
So he was still confused as to how he had let himself get there when he found himself climbing out of the car in the private underground car park of an exclusive apartment block. He followed Lester and Connor into a lift and back out again when it reached the eighth floor. He was led to a front door and ushered through it, into a hallway with five doors coming from it.
“I’m hungry, how about you Connor? I’m assuming that you’ve worked up something of an appetite too, haven’t you Becker?” Lester asked.
Without waiting for a reply Lester walked through one of the doors which opened into a dining area, separated from a kitchen by a counter.
“I’ll just do a quick stir fry I think. Are you happy with that, Becker?”
“Yes, that sounds fine, thank you.”
Lester was already starting to busy himself in the kitchen. “Jolly good. Conn, some drinks for us all, I think. Do you drink white wine, Becker?
Or would you prefer a beer? Although judging by the look on your face I’m not sure something stronger wouldn’t be in order. There is really no reason to look quite so apprehensive.”
“A beer would be fine, thank you.” Becker responded, mentally pulling himself together. “And I’m not apprehensive. I will admit, though, that this isn’t the direction I expected this evening to go.”
“What? Did you just think you could fuck Connor and walk away? No questions asked, no consequences?”
Becker bristled. Somehow the implied insult was even more troubling in the conversational tone it was delivered in. “That’s not what I meant. I wouldn’t treat Connor like that. I meant that I didn’t expect to end up here with both of you. Intruding.”
“You’re not intruding. We’ve talked about having you over loads of times,” Connor put in.
Lester turned and raised an eyebrow at Connor who was opening two beers and handing one to Becker. Connor winced.
“I wasn’t supposed to mention that bit was I? Well, there’s no point in pretending.” Connor shrugged and reached into the fridge again to take out a bottle of wine, he and Lester moving easily around each other in the space. “Lester noticed it first, the way you looked at me sometimes. And it’s not like we hadn’t noticed you. I mean we’re not stupid, or blind. And you run around in those tight t-shirts being all sweaty and heroic with your big guns and stuff.” He paused and there was a pop as he pulled the cork from the bottle. “Of course we thought about it.”
Lester pulled an exaggerated sigh and took the offered glass of wine from Connor’s hands.
“Will you ever learn to engage your brain before you speak?”
Connor pulled a face. “It’s pretty unlikely.”
Becker sipped his beer in what he hoped was a nonchalant way and watched the exchange. They were together and yet they had thought about him? Did this mean that they wanted him to join in with them? What the hell had he got into?
"You might want to stop thinking so hard, Becker,” Lester continued. “All we are doing is having a nice dinner together; this doesn't have to be any more than that. We can talk if you want to and maybe you'll decide that you'd like to stay. If you not, we'll call you a cab and you can go home and there will be no hard feelings." Lester said.
Becker took a deep breath and looked at Connor who was looking hopefully back at him. He swallowed another swig of beer.
"I do like stir fry."
Connor smiled and turned to grin at Lester.
"Very good. Connor, set the table for three. You can join us tonight."
Connor moved to do as instructed and caught Becker's quizzical look.
"Oh, it's not like I don't eat or anything, but most days we eat together. Lester feeds me from his plate."
"And you're okay with that?"
"Of course. I like it." Connor paused and looked straight at Becker. "I belong to Lester and wear his collar because I want to, not because I have to. He looks after me and takes care of me and in return I give him myself."
At that moment Lester walked over with two bowls of food and placed them down on mats.
"Take a seat, Becker. We'll answer all the questions that you have."
Becker sat down, half his mind still shouting at him that this was a stupid idea, but the other half was too intrigued to let him leave.
Connor sat down as Lester returned with a third bowl and took a seat next to him.
"So what do you want to know?" Lester asked.
Becker swallowed his mouthful. "I don't really know where to start. You live together, do you? I had no idea that you were even together."
"We keep it away from work. It would serve no-one's interests to have our relationship public knowledge."
"Abby knows, though. I had to give her a good reason for moving out of her flat. That and I can't keep anything from her. She sees straight through me you know," Connor added.
"What he is trying to say is that she guessed he was getting regular sex by the fact he couldn't ever keep a grin off his face." Lester dead-panned.
Connor smiled at this. "It works quite simply really. We have a contract with the things both of us will and won’t do - like the breathplay thing. We have safe words and rules. Like work stays separate. James is my boss at work, and if I was to do anything wrong there he can bawl me out at work, but can’t take it out on me here.”
“Although if he wiggles around in those tight red jeans too much at work I can take that out on him to my heart’s content.”
The pair grinned at each other, before Connor continued. “I have my own room and that is my safe space. I can go in there whenever I want and Lester can only come in if I give him permission. But even then, nothing can happen in there. I can sleep in there too if I want to.”
“Which he rarely does.”
As he spoke Lester reached out and smoothed a hand over Connor’s hair, and they exchanged a look and a smile. And that was when Becker realised that for all their rules and contracts, this was a relationship built on love and trust.
He also realised that he was jealous and that, dammit, he wanted to be a part of it.
"So what are you looking for from me? Someone to play with for a night?"
Lester took over. "Well that depends on what you want to give us. There's no pressure. You can join us for a night and we can all see how we feel in the morning. We weren’t planning for this to happen, but as Connor so poetically said, it is something that has been talked about. Connor really is a sucker for punishment."
"So, Connor is, what, your pet? Is that what you want me to be?"
"You would answer to me. That is not negotiable. But we could share responsibility for Connor; he would answer to us both if we all agree. However, I would always have ultimate say on when he gets to come and you could only fuck him with my permission."
"But I would get to fuck him?"
"Certainly."
"Well I can't say that earlier wasn't a lot of fun," Becker smiled. "I suppose one night wouldn't hurt. Like a trial run. Wait, I don’t have to wear a collar do I?"
"You wouldn't have to do anything that you don’t want to do on some level. All I ask is that you trust us and never do anything to make us doubt our trust in you. I will decide what is best for you, as I do for Connor, and you must trust that I know what I am doing. I will never hurt you more than you want or I think you need. But it is not all about the hurt. It is about belonging. Trust us, and you can belong with us.”
“So what happens next?”
“We finish our dinner, we have another drink if you like and then we can go to bed. Although someone has already had a lot more excitement than he was entitled to so may discover that he finds this evening rather frustrating.”
Connor coughed and dropped his fork.
Becker smirked. “It’s starting to sound like fun already.”
As they finished eating Connor stood and collected their bowls and cleaned up in the kitchen while Becker and Lester made idle conversation and finished their drinks.
"So, will you be joining us tonight Becker?" Lester asked.
"Yes." he replied without hesitation.
"Lovely. Connor, are you done in there?"
"Yes, James."
"Do you want to try that again?"
"Yes, sir."
"That’s better, boy. Now go to the bedroom and strip. Get out all we will need along with the long cuffs and wait for us. We’ll be in shortly."
"Yes, sir."
Once Connor had left the room Lester led Becker into the lounge and poured them both a whisky from a decanter in the liquor cabinet. Handing a glass to Becker he indicated for the other man to sit down on the sofa.
"I think before we go in and join him, you and I should have a little chat."
Chapter three.