Pairing/s: Danny / Becker
Word Count: 100 x 11
Notes: For primeval100: challenge 250: Past challenges
Using prompts: 120- Danny Quinn, 147- Victory, 112- Captain Becker, 121- Want, take, have, 82- Temptation, 47- The Anomaly Detection Device, 38- Malfunction, 104- A Hard Day’s Night, 23- Bed, 73- Lazy, 57- James Lester,
The best laid plans…
Danny Quinn followed the others into the room and began to sit down, grimacing as his damp jeans stuck to his legs. He sighed; he was knackered and freezing and just wanted to sit down. Silently cursing the stupid creature that had deemed it necessary to lead them on a merry chase through the countryside, he turned around and headed for the lockers instead.
He’d spent the day on snow covered moors, freezing his balls off, trying to get the world’s dumbest creature back through an anomaly. Even worse? Becker looked as neat as always. He didn’t even look cold.
It had taken four hours, six people and a rather enthusiastic terrier that was being walked nearby to chase the whatever-it-was back into the anomaly, but they’d managed it. The terrier hadn’t been much help, actually, as they tried to move the creature, but it had taken a shine to Connor, as had its owner, and refused to go away. As the creature, and then the anomaly, disappeared they all heaved a sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, they were still in the middle of nowhere with two snowed-in vehicles and at least an hour’s drive to get back to the ARC.
Becker was already in the locker room when Danny got there, pulling fresh t-shirt over his head and giving Danny a lovely view as he did so. He smiled, watching quietly. That had cheered his day up.
“’You want me to strip and do a little twirl so you can get a better look?” a sarcastic voice asked, even though Becker never even turned around.
Danny laughed. “If I say yes, will you do it?”
“Be nice to me, and I might,” Becker said, finally turning. “Not here, though. I don’t fancy that lot getting hold of the CCTV footage.”
Danny glanced at his watch; it was nearly 5:30pm but home time still wasn’t close enough. Moving closer, he backed Becker against the locker.
“What are you doing?” Becker hissed. “We agreed not to do this at the ARC.”
Danny grinned at him. “There’s no one to see us. And you got me all hot and bothered by promising to strip for me later.”
When he went for a kiss, Becker didn’t stop him, instead responding eagerly. He liked being pushed around, Danny discovered early on; if he wanted something, Becker was quite happy for him to take it.
Becker was tempted to let Danny continue what he was doing but this really wasn’t the time or place. He was just debating whether or not to stop Danny when the decision was made for him, the Anomaly Detector wailing loudly and making Danny groan.
“Bloody thing couldn’t have waited until the night shift came on?” he grumbled.
Following Becker out, he glanced down. He never did get around to finding some dry clothes.
“Sorry; false alarm,” Connor announced when they got to the detector room. He tweaked something and the siren went silent. “I think there’s a loose wire.”
The sirens went off a further five times, all of which were declared false alarms by Connor as he poked about under the detector desk or tapped away at the keyboard. Occasionally, he would stop and take the cup of tea that one of them brought him, before resuming his diagnostics. From the amount of swearing, Danny suspected that he was having trouble.
Of course, Lester had them check that each one really was a false alarm, insisting that they all remain at the ARC on call until it stopped. Danny sighed; he’d had much more interesting plans for tonight.
Eventually, at 3:00am, the alerts stopped. Connor had let out a whoop of joy some five minutes earlier after finding a loose connection in the depths of the ADD and therefore solving the problem.
Half an hour later they were back at Danny’s house, barely having the energy to undress before falling into bed. It had been a long day, both of them arriving at the ARC the previous morning at around dawn.
Burrowing deeper under the bedcovers, he snuggled against Becker, the other man already asleep.
Now this was closer to what he’d had planned, only without the sleeping.
Danny awoke the following morning to find an empty space next to him in the bed when he put his arm out.
No answer. He sighed; all he wanted was a nice lie-in, preferably with Becker, but that didn’t seem likely now. Reluctant as he was to get out of the nice warm bed, he was more interested in where Becker had gone. He knew he hadn’t left as most of his clothes were still on the floor from the previous night.
Which meant there was a semi-naked Becker somewhere, Danny thought with a smile, going to find him.
“There you are.” Becker was sitting at the kitchen table, topless and bare-footed, with a mug of tea when Danny went in. “I thought you’d never drag your lazy arse out of bed.”
“Well if you’d been there when I woke up, we could have been doing other things with our arses,” Danny grumbled, bypassing the empty chair and straddling Becker’s lap instead.
“I came downstairs to call Lester. He gave us the day off; B shift are taking today.”
“Great, but enough talking about Lester.” Danny kissed Becker’s neck. “I don’t want to think about my boss right now.”
Becker grinned as he shifted Danny in his lap. “I don’t know… you seem to be getting excited when I mention Lester,” he teased, slipping a hand between them, into Danny’s unfastened jeans. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“No,” Danny answered, feeling his cheeks heat up as he said it.
“You have a thing for Lester, don’t you?”
“It’s the suits,” Danny admitted. “I like blokes in uniform and those suits have the same effect on me. If I could have both of you…”
He hadn’t meant to say that, but Becker looked more intrigued than annoyed.
To be continued…
(don’t blame me- the boys just won’t behave!)