Another filler fic! The full book itself is darn close to being done. :)
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Becker, Allen the medic (OC); References to Connor/Allen, Connor/others and Becker/others. In my A/B/C universe.
Story: Aftercare
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: References to heavy BDSM and its aftermath. Medical stuff. Non-sexual bodily fluids. Vague s4 spoilers.
Author's Note: A follow on Training Day. Also references Breaking Badass.
Summary: The morning after his brutal birthday treat, Connor finds himself a little worse for the wear. Fortunately, there's a kind, understanding medic around to help.
Aftercare
He was the first one out the door again, leaving the other two behind, happily sleeping in, curled around each other. He was slightly envious. After yesterday’s exhausting experience, he wished he could have spent more time with them, enjoying their gentle caresses as they attended to the various marks the soldiers had left on him.
But duty—to Philip—awaited, and soon he was making good time toward the ARC.
As he sped down the streets, which were nearly vacant at this hour, he had to chuckle to himself. The feckless student he’d been five years ago wouldn’t remotely recognize the man he was now: Not just finally having his own car—even if it was an older and cheaper model—but getting up this early for any reason other than a required exam.
And also for other reasons. He squirmed a little as the seatbelt rubbed against some still-quite-sore places.
When he arrived, Jason was just finishing up his Hub shift—Jess hadn’t even got in, yet—and the rest of the place was dark and quiet. With one exception.
“Morning, Temple,” Allen the medic followed him down into the ops area, toting a stack of requisition forms to hand off to Jess when she arrived. He flashed a significant smile.
Connor flushed and cleared his throat. “Morning, Allen.” He couldn’t quite meet his eye. Less than 24 hours ago, the man had been coming on his face, and under the circumstances at the time, that had certainly seemed like the perfect thing to be happening. Now, in the light of day and at work? Different—and quite embarrassing—story.
“Feeling well, I hope?” Allen grinned.
“Ah. Yes. Just fine. Thanks.” Connor squirmed.
Allen smirked. “Good to hear. If that changes, you know where to find me.”
***
He had assumed, with a great deal of certainty, that he would not, in fact, be looking up Allen for his services. But that was before an awkward move—suddenly bending over to catch a diode that rolled off his work table—reopened a cut in a very delicate location.
At first, he tried to ignore it. It was only bleeding just a little, and would close up just fine on its own, he figured. Unfortunately, an afternoon trip to the gents made it quite clear that waiting it out was simply not an option.
“Ow! Dammit!” He muttered to himself as the stinging liquid ran over the open wound.
A voice from a cubicle at the other end of the room echoed. “Connor? Is that you?”
Connor perked up at the familiar sound. “Becks?”
“Yeah. Hang on.” A bit of rustling and a flush later, the cubicle door opened, and his partner strode out, a look of concern on his face. After a quick glance around to be sure they were alone, he approached Connor. “What’s wrong?”
“Um.” He glanced down. He still held himself in position, and the end of his cock was dripping. Mixed in with the last traces of the usual fluid was a fair amount of blood, issuing from a jagged-looking tear in his foreskin.
“Whoa.” Becker raised an eyebrow. “Give me a tick and I’ll have a look at that.” After washing up, he hurried back and leaned over, carefully taking things in hand and getting a close look at the wound.
Connor squirmed. A bizarre mix of feelings was conspiring to make this a very uncomfortable situation indeed. Not just the pain, but the fact that his body was automatically responding to Becker’s touch the way it always did, which was making things worse by stretching out the injured skin. He looked around nervously, willing the door to stay closed so they wouldn’t be interrupted in such a compromising position.
Becker muttered to himself, a hint of regret in his voice. “Damn. I thought I’d seen to this last night. Apparently I didn’t do it up quite properly. I’m so sorry.”
Connor shrugged. “S’OK. After all that, I’m surprised this is the only big combat wound.” He had plenty more sore spots, of course, but most were just minor bruises, welts and such. And one extremely raw nipple from which a clamp had been yanked rather roughly. This, however, he didn’t even remember happening. Though, he realised with a wry smile, chances were good he was way too flooded with endorphins at the time to have taken notice.
“This should really be attended to, love. You’ll need a bit of antibiotic cream and probably a coating of medical glue to keep it closed—too fiddly for a plaster.” He stood up, smiling sadly as Connor put himself away, a little bit of blood staining his boxers. “Meet me in the medical bay, and I’ll get you properly—“ he cut off as a familiar alarm sounded.
“Fuck.” Connor muttered. “I can’t go…not like this.”
“I know.” Becker grumbled in frustration. “I’ll grab the rest of the team and give them an excuse for you. But I won’t be able to help you. Is Allen around today?”
Connor nodded.
“Good. Go find him, and tell him that if he doesn’t get you back in good nick again, he’ll have me to answer to.” Pressing a quick, warm kiss on Connor, he dashed out to do his duty.
Connor heaved a resigned sigh. “Well,” he murmured to himself, “best go get this over with.”
When Connor arrived, Allen was doing inventory, keeping himself busy while on standby in case the recon team needed his services on the mission.
“Hey, Temple!” He looked up, smiling. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on the call?”
“Um. Yeah. I’m a little… out of commission, I’m afraid.”
Allen frowned. “What’s wrong? Something I can help with?”
Connor squirmed and glanced back at the door, which was still wide open.
Allen got the hint.
Having the door locked and the curtain drawn around the bed made Connor feel considerably less freaked out by the situation. But it was still odd.
“Damn Hobbes,” Allen fussed as he swabbed the wound. “I told him to be more careful with the hinge on that cage.”
“Is that what happened?” Connor said, bewildered.
Allen looked up. “You don’t remem—“ Then he laughed a little. “Oh, right. I think that was about the time Bailie was, well... Yeah. I think you were a bit distracted.”
Connor flushed. This was now, officially, the strangest conversation he’d ever had. His kinky fantasy life and the porn he’d consumed had never included anything about what happened after such sessions. He was now finding out. Allen, at least, didn’t seem bothered by it, and for that, he was grateful. He was also, however, ragingly curious now. As Allen squeezed a thin coating of surgical glue across the rough edges of the wound and held them together, Connor tried to make conversation.
“So, um. Mind if I ask you something?” Connor almost giggled at his own silliness. Yes, politely asking about personal questions when some bloke was sat in front of you, handling your knob, made so much sense.
“Sure. Shoot.” Allen shrugged.
“Why did you… I mean, why do… How did you get involved in this?”
“In this what? In medicine?”
“Ah, no, the…other stuff.” Connor tried not to fidget. Or think too much about the fact that he was being touched so intimately.
“Oh, right. Eh.” He shrugged again. “Becker’s told you what goes on at Sandhurst, right?”
“A bit of it, yes.”
“Well, there you go. Some of us were quite horrified and scarred by the hazing. Others, well, we kind of discovered a few things about ourselves. Liking men, liking a bit of rough play, that sort of thing.” The surgical glue dried quickly, and he stood up, releasing Connor’s cock. He began assembling a makeshift dressing—a bit of gauze padding lining the inside of a condom.
“Right, that makes sense.” Connor’s mind was now full of mental images that were making it difficult to keep from being aroused.
“After hazing, some of the lads kept going with some pretty intense games,” Allen continued, “others just sort of paired off on their own, or were shagging about here and there. Not too serious. I was sort of one of that type, but I was in on a few other sessions, too, and found I kind of liked it. Don’t do it much these days, but I do have some friends who like to keep me on hand when they’re playing hard—in case something goes wrong. Kind of fun to watch and maybe play a bit when I have a chance.” He smiled significantly at Connor.
Connor flashed a shy smile and then looked away, mentally reciting formulae to distract himself from Allen rolling the condom over his mostly-soft cock, then taping it in place.
“Keep that on for a few hours, at least. It’ll help keep friction from reopening the wound. And be gentle when you need a piss.”
Connor nodded, and gingerly tucked himself back into his boxers. “Will do.”
“You’re not really experienced much with that stuff yourself, are you?” Allen scanned his face. “Becker said we needed to be careful with you.”
“Ah, yeah.” Connor flushed as he buttoned up his trousers. “Not exactly experienced at all, really. Just a lot of…thinking about it. A bit of. Ehm…”
“Experimenting on your own?” Allen grinned.
“Yeah. That.” Connor was slightly mortified to admit it.
“Kind of figured. For someone so green, you actually impressed me. You’re a lot tougher than you look.”
“Ah, thanks?” Connor giggled a little with the unexpected flattery.
“Though your man Becker… Blimey. He’s kind of a legend around Sandhurst with how much he took with his hazing. That is one tough bastard.”
Connor had to laugh, remembering the effort it took to get him to break. “Yeah. We’d kind of got that.”
“Oh?” Allen looked quite surprised. “Did he let you have at him?”
Connor grinned proudly. “Yeah.”
“Wow,” Allen murmured reverently.
“What?”
Allen helped Connor off the bed and began peeling off his gloves. “You’re lucky. He never let that happen with any of us. After his hazing, he was more than happy to dish it out, but he never once let anyone else go near him that way again.” He began clearing away the used supplies. “Becks definitely played a bit—I wasn’t involved, but I knew a few blokes he was with—but he was always in control. Anyone even thought of putting him on his back, they pretty much got the living shit kicked out of them. The fact that he let you two do that? That’s damned amazing.”
Connor stared. Somehow, this all made sense, and yet it was a side of Becker he’d never really known or considered.
Allen leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Honestly, while we’re on the subject? I’m surprised at all of this. You three. I would never have thought that he’d get properly involved with anyone. When he asked us about setting up your birthday present, we figured it was just something, you know, kind of casual. Just one of his games. We’d kind of known that he was… messing about with you and Abby. But we didn’t realise you were so serious.”
“Really?”
Allen nodded. “He said that if any of us crossed a line—if we went beyond what he said we could do, or tried it on with you again, or hurt you for real—he’d have our goolies on a spike. And, well, you know him, you know he’d probably actually do that.”
Connor laughed and squirmed a little. “Um. Yeah. That’s our Becks.”
“No way would he have been so hardcore about that if you weren’t truly special to him.” Allen met his eye, and lowered his voice a little. “Honestly, Connor? I don’t know if he’s ever told you in so many words—wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t, since he’s kind of bad with that stuff—but he loves you. Both of you. And I hope you both understand what a big deal that is for him.”
Connor nodded, then went quiet for a moment while he considered the words. He’d always felt somewhat weird about the huge difference in their relative amounts of experience. He hadn’t even asked much of the details, knowing that he’d probably get somewhat jealous about all the men and women who had gone before. He’d wondered sometimes if maybe his own lack of experience—he’d essentially lost his virginity to Becker himself, after all—was ever a disappointment compared to all those others.
Knowing this now swept away all of those doubts. And now, all he hoped was that he could live up to the love Becker had for them.
“Anyway,” Allen stood back up and clapped a hand on Connor’s shoulder. “You take care of that thing—and tell the other two to keep away from it for a day or so, yeah?”
Connor giggled. “Easier said than done.”
“Yes, well. This time, it’s doctor’s orders.”
“Right, well I’ll be sure to—“ he cut off as the text-alert chime from his phone sounded. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced down at the screen: Philip, wondering why he wasn’t in his lab. “Ah, got to go.”
Allen nodded. “Feel free to stop by if you need anything else.”
“I will.” Connor smiled. “And Allen? Thanks. For everything.” He flushed and looked up shyly. “And for yesterday, too.”
Allen laughed. “That, my friend, was definitely my pleasure.”
--End--
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Becker, Allen the medic (OC); References to Connor/Allen, Connor/others and Becker/others. In my A/B/C universe.
Story: Aftercare
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: References to heavy BDSM and its aftermath. Medical stuff. Non-sexual bodily fluids. Vague s4 spoilers.
Author's Note: A follow on Training Day. Also references Breaking Badass.
Summary: The morning after his brutal birthday treat, Connor finds himself a little worse for the wear. Fortunately, there's a kind, understanding medic around to help.
Aftercare
He was the first one out the door again, leaving the other two behind, happily sleeping in, curled around each other. He was slightly envious. After yesterday’s exhausting experience, he wished he could have spent more time with them, enjoying their gentle caresses as they attended to the various marks the soldiers had left on him.
But duty—to Philip—awaited, and soon he was making good time toward the ARC.
As he sped down the streets, which were nearly vacant at this hour, he had to chuckle to himself. The feckless student he’d been five years ago wouldn’t remotely recognize the man he was now: Not just finally having his own car—even if it was an older and cheaper model—but getting up this early for any reason other than a required exam.
And also for other reasons. He squirmed a little as the seatbelt rubbed against some still-quite-sore places.
When he arrived, Jason was just finishing up his Hub shift—Jess hadn’t even got in, yet—and the rest of the place was dark and quiet. With one exception.
“Morning, Temple,” Allen the medic followed him down into the ops area, toting a stack of requisition forms to hand off to Jess when she arrived. He flashed a significant smile.
Connor flushed and cleared his throat. “Morning, Allen.” He couldn’t quite meet his eye. Less than 24 hours ago, the man had been coming on his face, and under the circumstances at the time, that had certainly seemed like the perfect thing to be happening. Now, in the light of day and at work? Different—and quite embarrassing—story.
“Feeling well, I hope?” Allen grinned.
“Ah. Yes. Just fine. Thanks.” Connor squirmed.
Allen smirked. “Good to hear. If that changes, you know where to find me.”
***
He had assumed, with a great deal of certainty, that he would not, in fact, be looking up Allen for his services. But that was before an awkward move—suddenly bending over to catch a diode that rolled off his work table—reopened a cut in a very delicate location.
At first, he tried to ignore it. It was only bleeding just a little, and would close up just fine on its own, he figured. Unfortunately, an afternoon trip to the gents made it quite clear that waiting it out was simply not an option.
“Ow! Dammit!” He muttered to himself as the stinging liquid ran over the open wound.
A voice from a cubicle at the other end of the room echoed. “Connor? Is that you?”
Connor perked up at the familiar sound. “Becks?”
“Yeah. Hang on.” A bit of rustling and a flush later, the cubicle door opened, and his partner strode out, a look of concern on his face. After a quick glance around to be sure they were alone, he approached Connor. “What’s wrong?”
“Um.” He glanced down. He still held himself in position, and the end of his cock was dripping. Mixed in with the last traces of the usual fluid was a fair amount of blood, issuing from a jagged-looking tear in his foreskin.
“Whoa.” Becker raised an eyebrow. “Give me a tick and I’ll have a look at that.” After washing up, he hurried back and leaned over, carefully taking things in hand and getting a close look at the wound.
Connor squirmed. A bizarre mix of feelings was conspiring to make this a very uncomfortable situation indeed. Not just the pain, but the fact that his body was automatically responding to Becker’s touch the way it always did, which was making things worse by stretching out the injured skin. He looked around nervously, willing the door to stay closed so they wouldn’t be interrupted in such a compromising position.
Becker muttered to himself, a hint of regret in his voice. “Damn. I thought I’d seen to this last night. Apparently I didn’t do it up quite properly. I’m so sorry.”
Connor shrugged. “S’OK. After all that, I’m surprised this is the only big combat wound.” He had plenty more sore spots, of course, but most were just minor bruises, welts and such. And one extremely raw nipple from which a clamp had been yanked rather roughly. This, however, he didn’t even remember happening. Though, he realised with a wry smile, chances were good he was way too flooded with endorphins at the time to have taken notice.
“This should really be attended to, love. You’ll need a bit of antibiotic cream and probably a coating of medical glue to keep it closed—too fiddly for a plaster.” He stood up, smiling sadly as Connor put himself away, a little bit of blood staining his boxers. “Meet me in the medical bay, and I’ll get you properly—“ he cut off as a familiar alarm sounded.
“Fuck.” Connor muttered. “I can’t go…not like this.”
“I know.” Becker grumbled in frustration. “I’ll grab the rest of the team and give them an excuse for you. But I won’t be able to help you. Is Allen around today?”
Connor nodded.
“Good. Go find him, and tell him that if he doesn’t get you back in good nick again, he’ll have me to answer to.” Pressing a quick, warm kiss on Connor, he dashed out to do his duty.
Connor heaved a resigned sigh. “Well,” he murmured to himself, “best go get this over with.”
When Connor arrived, Allen was doing inventory, keeping himself busy while on standby in case the recon team needed his services on the mission.
“Hey, Temple!” He looked up, smiling. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on the call?”
“Um. Yeah. I’m a little… out of commission, I’m afraid.”
Allen frowned. “What’s wrong? Something I can help with?”
Connor squirmed and glanced back at the door, which was still wide open.
Allen got the hint.
Having the door locked and the curtain drawn around the bed made Connor feel considerably less freaked out by the situation. But it was still odd.
“Damn Hobbes,” Allen fussed as he swabbed the wound. “I told him to be more careful with the hinge on that cage.”
“Is that what happened?” Connor said, bewildered.
Allen looked up. “You don’t remem—“ Then he laughed a little. “Oh, right. I think that was about the time Bailie was, well... Yeah. I think you were a bit distracted.”
Connor flushed. This was now, officially, the strangest conversation he’d ever had. His kinky fantasy life and the porn he’d consumed had never included anything about what happened after such sessions. He was now finding out. Allen, at least, didn’t seem bothered by it, and for that, he was grateful. He was also, however, ragingly curious now. As Allen squeezed a thin coating of surgical glue across the rough edges of the wound and held them together, Connor tried to make conversation.
“So, um. Mind if I ask you something?” Connor almost giggled at his own silliness. Yes, politely asking about personal questions when some bloke was sat in front of you, handling your knob, made so much sense.
“Sure. Shoot.” Allen shrugged.
“Why did you… I mean, why do… How did you get involved in this?”
“In this what? In medicine?”
“Ah, no, the…other stuff.” Connor tried not to fidget. Or think too much about the fact that he was being touched so intimately.
“Oh, right. Eh.” He shrugged again. “Becker’s told you what goes on at Sandhurst, right?”
“A bit of it, yes.”
“Well, there you go. Some of us were quite horrified and scarred by the hazing. Others, well, we kind of discovered a few things about ourselves. Liking men, liking a bit of rough play, that sort of thing.” The surgical glue dried quickly, and he stood up, releasing Connor’s cock. He began assembling a makeshift dressing—a bit of gauze padding lining the inside of a condom.
“Right, that makes sense.” Connor’s mind was now full of mental images that were making it difficult to keep from being aroused.
“After hazing, some of the lads kept going with some pretty intense games,” Allen continued, “others just sort of paired off on their own, or were shagging about here and there. Not too serious. I was sort of one of that type, but I was in on a few other sessions, too, and found I kind of liked it. Don’t do it much these days, but I do have some friends who like to keep me on hand when they’re playing hard—in case something goes wrong. Kind of fun to watch and maybe play a bit when I have a chance.” He smiled significantly at Connor.
Connor flashed a shy smile and then looked away, mentally reciting formulae to distract himself from Allen rolling the condom over his mostly-soft cock, then taping it in place.
“Keep that on for a few hours, at least. It’ll help keep friction from reopening the wound. And be gentle when you need a piss.”
Connor nodded, and gingerly tucked himself back into his boxers. “Will do.”
“You’re not really experienced much with that stuff yourself, are you?” Allen scanned his face. “Becker said we needed to be careful with you.”
“Ah, yeah.” Connor flushed as he buttoned up his trousers. “Not exactly experienced at all, really. Just a lot of…thinking about it. A bit of. Ehm…”
“Experimenting on your own?” Allen grinned.
“Yeah. That.” Connor was slightly mortified to admit it.
“Kind of figured. For someone so green, you actually impressed me. You’re a lot tougher than you look.”
“Ah, thanks?” Connor giggled a little with the unexpected flattery.
“Though your man Becker… Blimey. He’s kind of a legend around Sandhurst with how much he took with his hazing. That is one tough bastard.”
Connor had to laugh, remembering the effort it took to get him to break. “Yeah. We’d kind of got that.”
“Oh?” Allen looked quite surprised. “Did he let you have at him?”
Connor grinned proudly. “Yeah.”
“Wow,” Allen murmured reverently.
“What?”
Allen helped Connor off the bed and began peeling off his gloves. “You’re lucky. He never let that happen with any of us. After his hazing, he was more than happy to dish it out, but he never once let anyone else go near him that way again.” He began clearing away the used supplies. “Becks definitely played a bit—I wasn’t involved, but I knew a few blokes he was with—but he was always in control. Anyone even thought of putting him on his back, they pretty much got the living shit kicked out of them. The fact that he let you two do that? That’s damned amazing.”
Connor stared. Somehow, this all made sense, and yet it was a side of Becker he’d never really known or considered.
Allen leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Honestly, while we’re on the subject? I’m surprised at all of this. You three. I would never have thought that he’d get properly involved with anyone. When he asked us about setting up your birthday present, we figured it was just something, you know, kind of casual. Just one of his games. We’d kind of known that he was… messing about with you and Abby. But we didn’t realise you were so serious.”
“Really?”
Allen nodded. “He said that if any of us crossed a line—if we went beyond what he said we could do, or tried it on with you again, or hurt you for real—he’d have our goolies on a spike. And, well, you know him, you know he’d probably actually do that.”
Connor laughed and squirmed a little. “Um. Yeah. That’s our Becks.”
“No way would he have been so hardcore about that if you weren’t truly special to him.” Allen met his eye, and lowered his voice a little. “Honestly, Connor? I don’t know if he’s ever told you in so many words—wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t, since he’s kind of bad with that stuff—but he loves you. Both of you. And I hope you both understand what a big deal that is for him.”
Connor nodded, then went quiet for a moment while he considered the words. He’d always felt somewhat weird about the huge difference in their relative amounts of experience. He hadn’t even asked much of the details, knowing that he’d probably get somewhat jealous about all the men and women who had gone before. He’d wondered sometimes if maybe his own lack of experience—he’d essentially lost his virginity to Becker himself, after all—was ever a disappointment compared to all those others.
Knowing this now swept away all of those doubts. And now, all he hoped was that he could live up to the love Becker had for them.
“Anyway,” Allen stood back up and clapped a hand on Connor’s shoulder. “You take care of that thing—and tell the other two to keep away from it for a day or so, yeah?”
Connor giggled. “Easier said than done.”
“Yes, well. This time, it’s doctor’s orders.”
“Right, well I’ll be sure to—“ he cut off as the text-alert chime from his phone sounded. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced down at the screen: Philip, wondering why he wasn’t in his lab. “Ah, got to go.”
Allen nodded. “Feel free to stop by if you need anything else.”
“I will.” Connor smiled. “And Allen? Thanks. For everything.” He flushed and looked up shyly. “And for yesterday, too.”
Allen laughed. “That, my friend, was definitely my pleasure.”
--End--