The end of Lent, fic
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Title: The end of Lent
Author: isamazed
Word count: approx. 2,700
Characters: Ryan/Becker, Allen/The Colonel, Lester (mentioned)
Rating: M
Warnings: pup!verse (Alpha/Omega verse with puppies and mpreg) – I still don’t understand why that goes under “Warning” – Personally, I’d consider it bait! Seriously, this is all fluff and smut.
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun…
Summary: Ryan and Becker enjoy breakfast in bed.
A/N: Based on fredbassett’s prompt “Breakfast in bed” for Ryan/Becker in pup!verse. I hope you’ll like that kind of breakfast?
The pups belong to fififolle. Allen and the Colonel are
clea2011’s. Thank you,
fififolle, for the beta! You’re a star!
Forty days since carnival. They hadn’t had a day off in forty fucking days.
If you’d ask Lester that wouldn’t be the truth. Of course, each of them had at least one day off a week, even though Stringer was off to a mission in some unknown place. And, yes, it was true. But it was also true that this never happened to be the same day for Becker and Ryan, considering they were both captains and lacking one of their rank at the ARC. And they’d always been on call on their days off. And sure enough, there’d always been an emergency and they got called in.
Ryan had been on call that first weekend when an anomaly opened in a small café in Wembley. The next weekend, Becker had been called to an anomaly in some allotment garden in Chelmsford on his day off. That third weekend, an anomaly had opened at the stadium during a fucking Champions League match and everybody had been called in. Remembering that day, Ryan still felt adrenaline coursing through his veins. On the fourth weekend, Becker had been called to Poole to an anomaly hovering over the water at the harbour.
By now, Becker was ready to drop and sleep whenever and wherever he got a chance, considering he’d been working three weeks straight and all the particularly nasty anomalies had chosen to open during his shifts. Ryan himself was ready to crawl out of his skin purely out of annoyance about the whole situation.
Fortunately, Stringer had safely returned earlier that week and while he’d been given a few days to settle back in, he was on the rota for the weekend. Which meant that Becker only had to get through this last shift and then they had a whole weekend off. Together. And when Lester had suggested to put them on call for a day each, Ryan may have growled just loud enough for Lester to mutter a quiet “Never mind…” and let it drop.
So here he was, a lap full of puppies and their stuff packed and neatly waiting by the front door. Allen and the Colonel were going to pop by to pick the pups up for a sleepover any minute. While they were waiting, Ryan had switched on the TV and they watched an episode of the pups’ favourite comic show. Their children were completely engrossed with what was happening on screen while Ryan enjoyed petting their soft fur and played with their little paws and tails. He loved those quiet moments and considering the energy level of their three little rascals, he had to soak them up whenever he had a chance.
The DVD was just jumping back to the menu when the doorbell rang. Ryan grinned. Perfect timing. The pups immediately jumped off his lap and headed for the front door, barking excitedly and tumbling over one another in their hurry. Ryan smiled and followed them. When he opened the door, Allen was already crouched down with his arms wide open to hug his grandchildren hello. The three of them complied happily, licking all over their grandfather’s face.
“Now, now. I am sure your father already fed you,” the Colonel said, but to Ryan’s surprise, her face held a small smile. Could it be that she was finally warming up to their family a little?
She turned her head and nodded to Ryan as a greeting. “Is Hilary home already?”
“No, not yet. I think it will be another hour or so. Do you want to come in and wait for him?”
Allen looked up with hopeful eyes, but his alpha denied. “No, that won’t be necessary. We’ll stay for a cup of tea tomorrow when we bring the pups back. 3 pm?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thanks for looking after them tonight. Beck and I appreciate it a lot. It’s been a few long weeks and we could really do with a lie-in.”
“No worries, Tom. We’re always happy to have them around, aren’t we, Ruth?” Allen was all smiles at the thought of an overnighter with the pups.
The Colonel didn’t answer, but she also didn’t disagree, which told Ryan a lot. When Allen finally got up, Ryan handed him the bag and kissed his kids goodbye.
The puppies trailed after their grandparents with tails wagging and hopped into the car like the obedient little souls they were – sometimes. Ryan waved his hand when the car drove away and then went back inside when he heard his phone beeping. He lifted it off the kitchen counter and sighed at Becker’s text.
Anomaly won’t close and Connor broke his closing device. Need to wait for some parts and Connor to fix it. Don’t wait up. Sorry.
Ryan’s shoulders slumped. He’d hoped for a quiet evening on the couch with lots of snuggling. He turned around and decided to take care of the laundry and to tidy up the kitchen and bathroom instead. When he’d get that done, they’d have more quality time during the rest of weekend.
He knew that many alphas didn’t approve of him doing so much housework. They thought Becker was pushing it, going to work and making his alpha do chores. They thought if an omega insisted on having a job, the least they could do was to make sure that their house was spotless in turn. Without bothering their alpha, of course. Ryan smirked. Clearly, they had no idea of how much Ryan got out of doing his fair share of chores, and Becker not being constantly too tired after a full shift and then taking care of all the things around the house. This way, Becker had a lot more energy left for other activities. Activities Ryan enjoyed. A lot.
When Ryan was done with all the items on their list and the omega still wasn’t in sight, he decided to take Becker’s advice and go to bed. The snuggling obviously had to wait until the next day.
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When Ryan awoke in the morning, he felt the warmth of Becker’s body next to his. Some time during the night, Becker had snuck in and spooned up with his back to Ryan’s front. Their legs were tangled and Ryan’s arm was wrapped around Becker, hand resting against his chest.
Ryan turned his head and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. He decided to let Becker sleep for a while longer and nuzzled his omega’s hair carefully so as to not wake him up. He breathed in the familiar scent, hummed softly, relaxed, and allowed himself to doze off again.
The next time he came to a conscious mind, Becker had moved away from him and lay on his belly on his side of the bed. Ryan slowly got up, trying to avoid any noise and quickly put on some sweatpants. He saw Becker’s clothes lying on the floor and frowned. That his normally neat and tidy omega had just left them there instead of dropping them into the hamper was a clear sign of how exhausted Becker had been when he’d finally arrived home the night before.
He collected the clothes and put them out of the way and watched Becker again. By the way he was slightly shifting in his sleep, Ryan could tell that he would be waking up soon. Ryan grinned at the sight of the omega’s hair. It was spiked up in all directions. Becker really had the worst bedhead, and there was absolutely no reason for him to point it out. Becker would probably ruin Ryan’s fun by applying some hair product that would prevent the soft strands from giving even a little. Ryan found the sight too adorable to take that risk.
He decided breakfast in bed was probably a good idea and had just turned, when Becker’s sleepy voice spoke behind him.
“Where’re you going? Stay. I want to cuddle.”
Ryan smiled. Looked like he wasn’t the only one in a snuggly mood. He happily complied and slid into the bed next to his omega. He propped his head on his hand and with the other carded through Becker’s rebellious hair. “Morning, love.”
“Morning,” Becker mumbled, still sleepy. He slung an arm around Ryan’s waist. “You been up for long?”
“No, just a few minutes. Don’t worry, you needed the sleep.”
“When will the pups be back?”
“Allen and the Colonel will bring them over at 3. So, we still have a few hours left just for ourselves.”
“Good,” Becker looked at him with a mischievous grin. “I was thinking about breakfast in bed.”
“So did I. Just let me get everything and you rest up here.” Ryan attempted to climb out of the bed again, when Becker tightened his hold on his hip.
“What are you doing? Stay.”
Ryan chuckled. “I thought we’re having breakfast in bed?”
“I was not talking about food, Tom.”
Becker’s nonchalant words went straight to Ryan’s cock and he moaned involuntarily. It had taken quite a while for Becker to be blunt about what he wanted in bed, despite him being in the military for quite a while where barrack curses and filthy language were more common than not. But it was a whole different story with their actual sex life. So when Becker was in any way vocalizing his ideas in bed, it inevitably turned Ryan on. And the cheeky bastard knew.
Becker gently ran his hand over Ryan’s back and leaned forward to seal Ryan’s parted lips with a kiss. Ryan instantly pressed their bodies closer together, rubbing their already half-hard cocks against each other through the soft fabric of their trousers. They both groaned and Ryan laid his hand on Becker’s arse and gently started to knead it. Ryan bucked his hips to get some delicious friction on their cocks.
“If you keep that up, it’s going to be fast food and no proper breakfast,” Becker smirked and flipped Ryan on his back, straddling his thighs.
The alpha laughed softly. “Is that so?”
He placed his hands on Becker’s sides under his shirt, slowly stroking up and down, drawing another moan from the omega’s lips. He helped him out of the shirt and threw it away into a corner of the room. Ryan arched up to steal a kiss and pulled Becker down to nibble on the omega’s earlobe. Becker softly rocked his hips against Ryan’s pubic bone and Ryan let his hands roam over the tight abs. The memory of Becker’s belly stretched wide during the last days of his pregnancy flashed before Ryan’s eyes and he caressed the now tight again stomach lovingly.
“What are you thinking about?” Becker asked and lifted one of Ryan’s hands to place a kiss on the palm.
“You with our pups inside that belly,” Ryan replied and cupped Becker’s cheek with his hand. “You were beautiful. Still are. Always will be.”
Becker’s eyes widened. He clearly hadn’t expected that. “I was huge,” he complained.
“You were gorgeous. And sexy as sin. I should breed you again,” Ryan countered. He arched up to kiss Becker again and whisper against his lips. “Tie you with my knot and fill that belly with more pups.”
Becker made a funny noise chuckling and groaning at the same time. “Not going to happen any time soon, with the pups still being so small. And how did you find that sexy? We couldn’t even have sex properly, I was so huge!”
Ryan grinned cheekily and put his hand on Becker’s neck to pull him down and rest their foreheads together. His voice was gravelly with desire. “Oh really? I remember some quite nice workouts we had. And that one time when your belly was too big to be comfortable beneath me and you made me come undone on your cock? That was awesome.” He hummed and started a deep kiss. When they parted for air, he nudged their noses together. “You want to do that again?”
They didn’t do it often, mostly it was Ryan tying Becker with his knot. But once in a while Ryan loved the feeling of Becker’s long and slim cock inside of him. Today was definitely one of those days. He dropped his hands on Becker’s behind and ground their hips together, adding some delicious friction by putting a little pressure on the omega’s arse. Becker’s response was a filthy moan, dirty enough for any porn, and it made Ryan hard as a rock.
Becker locked their lips in another deep and demanding kiss and reached out with one hand to the top drawer of the bedside table where a small bottle of lube rested. He rummaged through the drawer blindly, not breaking their kiss, and hummed triumphantly when he found it. They quickly stripped out of their pants and Ryan parted his legs, one knee bent up to give Becker better access.
Becker wasted no time and squeezed some lube out of the tube. He smudged it between his fingers to warm it up to body temperature while he bent down at the same time to stroke Ryan’s cock with his other hand and ran his tongue along his length. Ryan groaned and bucked up slightly.
“Patience, captain,” Becker chuckled, gave Ryan’s cock a soft squeeze and licked against the slit.
Ryan made a strangled noise and shifted against the sheets. “Patience? I want to see you being patient in my position.”
“Oh, I know that position very well.” And without further ado, he carefully worked one finger inside Ryan’s hole. They both moaned at the sensation and Ryan arched his back. Then Becker was starting to make Ryan come undone by sliding his finger out and back in again, curling it and adding another digit. He engulfed the head of Ryan’s cock with his mouth and gently sucked while he worked Ryan’s hole open, rubbing his prostate with almost every pass. Ryan was a writhing mess underneath him by the time the third finger went in. So good.
“God, Beck. Would you please stop that already and fuck me? You’re killing me here,” Ryan panted. His sweat-covered body was glowing in the morning sun.
“So polite…” Becker stopped tormenting his cock with one last lick across the slit and withdrew his fingers. Ryan whined at the loss and watched Becker slick his beautiful cock. Becker locked eyes with him. “Ready?”
“Fuck me already,” Ryan almost whimpered.
Becker chuckled, lined himself up and gently pushed inside in one slow and gentle move. They were both panting by the time he was fully seated and Becker gave them a moment to gather their wits. He kissed Ryan again, hands playing with the alpha’s nipples for a moment before he helped Ryan to move his legs into a more comfortable position and slowly started easing almost all the way out of his arse and pushing back in again. They were both moaning shamelessly as Becker sped up.
“Feels so good,” Ryan panted. “Love you, Beck.”
“Love you too, Tom.”
Then they needed all their breath when Becker increased his pace again, brushing against Ryan’s sweet spot again and again. Ryan closed his eyes, back arching, hips moving to meet Becker’s strokes, and gripped the sheets with his hands as he indulged in all the sensations in his body. He felt Becker’s hand closing around his cock, slick with Ryan’s precum, and it only took a couple of strokes to make Ryan spurt. Ryan’s channel clenched around Becker’s cock and the omega soon followed his alpha with his own orgasm.
They stayed like that for a moment, both panting and enjoying the blissed out feeling until Becker carefully slid out of Ryan’s arse and nestled down at Ryan’s side, head on his chest and one arm around his alpha’s body, hand resting on the alpha’s pectorals. Ryan let his chin rest against Becker’s head and painted little drawings on Becker’s hip with his fingers.
“That was amazing,” Ryan murmured, still flying high on the afterglow.
“Good,” Becker said, sleepy but teasing. “Let’s nap for a bit and then get some lunch. And then we could come back for some dessert in bed. For me to taste your knot and see if you can knock me up again, mighty alpha that you are.”
Ryan chuckled. He kind of liked the idea.