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Not Quite According To Plan II
Secret Santa (Primeval) For ebonyfeather
Title Not Quite According To Plan part II
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Becker
Prompts Not quite according to plan, My hero, Anti-Christmas, Family
Genre: Humour, angst, fluff
Rating: 15 for swearages.
Summary: As the title suggests.
Author's Note: Here is the second part of my gift for the wonderful Ebs for the primeval_denial secret santa!  I'm sorry lass that it was not R rated or smutty, I tried but whatever I did, didn't fit. But I hope this is all right for you, a bit of humour, family fluff and a tiny smidge of angst with some Matt/Becker goodness.  Much thanks t fredbassett r the beta! :) Enjoy.



How they got through it they didn’t know, but it felt like a huge miracle.

For Matt, the whole day and evening was more gruelling than he had ever imagined. When they went back down stairs, Becker said his piece, both of them told what needed to be said but nothing further was said about the kiss in return. It wasn’t mentioned—though the children did try—and the subject of whether the two of them were lovers or not wasn’t brought up. It was very conveniently ignored or forgotten about and Becker’s parents politely engaged Matt in different conversation, asking about his background and his life, to which he happily lied about with his set cover story.

He got to know all of the family. Becker helped him to remember their names and who was married to who and all the other details that were deemed relevant and while Matt thought them to be lovely people, the intensity of so many around him, of the loud buzz of voices, it unsettled him immensely. It did the same to Becker, who was also barely hanging onto his sanity

The massive house and decorations were a great assault on the senses. It had been since he arrived, but appeared to be ten times worse now he wasn’t being stared at. Everything jingled and sparkled too much, he kept getting caught by the branches of the tree whenever he walked by it and Matt swore that a load of those sharp needles had fallen down the back of his shirt.

There was not a single place on the walls or anywhere in the house that wasn’t decorated. Jess would have loved it here for it was very similar to how she decorated the ARC.  Matt didn’t dare move unless he had to, in case he was snagged by something or he activated the singing reindeer.

He tried not to drink too much, but Becker’s grandparents did like plying him with the odd whisky, which made him go the toilet and that was extremely eerie, especially with the figures of Snowmen glaring at him from all angles.  The first time he went into any of the bathrooms, he couldn’t pee quick enough. He scrambled out of them in a near panic, but he couldn’t escape Christmas. Even going outside for fresh air was no different as the neighbourhood and the gardens were equally dressed in glitz and shiny festive décor.

The people in this time were seriously nuts.

So for most of the day Matt stayed in the corner of the living room, keeping out of everyone’s way. It didn’t always work. Becker’s sisters talked to him a lot and so did the kids and all he could do was smile and nod and pretend to understand what they were going on about. Thankfully Becker often came along and saved him and those moments when he stayed close, made things a little easier to cope with.

The food was amazing. Becker’s mum was a great cook. It was so good that Matt tucked into several helpings, wishing he’d had this much food when he was growing up. He had never eaten like this before but again Matt couldn’t enjoy it fully as the constant hubbub of conversation - the children’s constant squabbling and screams - had him in a confused daze. He was made to pull crackers and read terrible jokes, he was forced to wear a pink paper hat and had to watch as a very good brandy was set alight over the Christmas pudding.

He despaired.

Though Becker throwing a sprout at him and starting a food fight amongst the children was hilarious and so was seeing him being scolded just like the kids.

“And you wonder why we nag you!” His mum had clipped him round the back of his head. “Grow up, boy, and help the little ones tidy this lot up!”  

Later the children were so hyped up on sugar, their laughing screams and energy had been endless and very loud. When they started singing it was even worse, because most of the adults joined in.

No carol singing

The singing reindeer was set off again and that was the last straw for Matt.

Matt had to get out of there. He made up some excuse—a very unconvincing one about leaving his oven on— and because of the whisky he’d had been plied with he knew that he wasn’t going to be driving home.

Becker offered to take him

Saying goodbye to all of the clan was an ordeal and took a long time to do. Goodbye was never simple with so many people for no one could ever just say it and let them go. Becker rushed his relatives through it as much as possible and when Becker’s car pulled up outside Matt’s place, it was then they both finally relaxed.

Matt had never been more pleased to see his apartment and he couldn’t help but grin.  He had some beers in his fridge and he knew he could end this day on a high.

“Do you want to come in for a beer?” he asked, jerking his thumb towards the building

Becker seemed to think about it for a moment. A beer after that hectic day was clearly a tempting offer, his tongue licked across his lips and one side of his mouth curled upwards in that crafty upward smirk he sometimes did.  Matt wanted him to say yes but when that smirk vanished and Becker shook his head, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“Nah. I’ve still got to go back to my parents for Boxing Day, so I’m going home to get some sleep, plus I’m driving.”

“No worries.”

“But thanks. Thanks for everything.”

“Not a problem. Thank you for helping me too. You’re a real hero!”

Becker laughed.

“I’m a hero for saving you from the perils of Christmas?”

“Of course! You saved me thousands of times, especially from your niece.”

“How are your shins?”  Becker smirked again

“They hurt still, she kicks really hard. But Becker, are you sure you don’t want a beer?”  Matt asked again.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay then… ‘night.”

“Goodnight.”

Matt wasn’t sure if he had intentionally planned it, but it happened.  He leaned over in the car and took them both by surprise when he pressed a light kiss against Becker’s lips. His friend’s recoil was instant and Becker jerked away back into the door. The look of shock and panic on Becker’s face evoked a painful wrench in Matt’s stomach, as in that instant he realised what he had done.

“Oh shit!”  Matt flung open the passenger door, got out of the vehicle and went straight to the front of his apartment. He fumbled for his front door keys, but his hands were shaking and the keys dropped from his grasp. When he picked them up, he heard the sound of the car door slamming again.

Turning round, Becker was right behind him, very much in the same state he’d been in back in the spare room, rubbing his face and looking confused and shocked as hell.

“Matt! What… what was that? What…why did you….?”

“Shit! Sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You… you kissed me!”

“Yeah…well you kissed me first!"

That’s a mature fucking response!

Matt was panicking now. Both of them were. Although it had only been a touch, a light brush of their mouths together and it had been done in the car, it had felt a heck of lot more embarrassing and weird than the kiss done in front of other people.  It felt worse because it wasn’t done out of anger to purposely shock anyone else or to prove a point.

It was a stupid, but hopeful reaction to Becker’s kiss, and one that has quite possibly ruined a perfectly good friendship, because Becker really didn’t know.  

“You did that because… this wasn’t a joke, was it?” Becker stammered, touching at his lips and frowning.

Sort of. Kind of.  Maybe. Oh shit was it?

Matt was certain his face was contorting as he thought about it, for Becker was doing the same thing, copying him. Matt scratched the back of his head and tried to smile. Becker tried to smile too but all they did was stand there with discomforted grimaces on their faces. They also stood there for quite a while.

He was still waiting for an answer. It was an answer that Becker really should have known about after the years of knowing him

“Matt?”

Oh well.

Matt took some deep breaths.

“Okay! Well, you know how we told your family you weren’t gay?” Becker nodded. “Er… I… er… am. Kind of.”

Kind of? Make up your bloody mind, you prick!

“You’re…you’re gay?”

“Yup.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Becker turned away to lean against the car. Matt couldn’t see his face or how he was taking it. However, the rigid stiffness of his entire body and the sound of deep, controlled breaths probably indicated that he wasn’t taking it as well as Matt hoped

“Look, when me and my dad came through the anomaly, I was eighteen years old. Never had sex in my life, because having any sex in my time was pretty dangerous and not something to risk your life over unless it was really necessary! I certainly never thought about it! Coming here was different, I guess I became aware of the possibilities and certain urges, but my dad told me that the mission was the only thing that mattered. I had to concentrate on saving the future. I wasn’t to be distracted.” Matt forced a grin. “It wasn’t easy for me. When I finally did it, it just so happened to be with a guy. My first time was with a guy and although since then I have been with some women, I still prefer men. So…I’m gay! I honestly thought you knew.”

Becker shook his head. He then began to pace up and down by the side of the car, clearly shocked by this news and, to Matt’s dismay, angry. Becker’s family had seemed more than okay with the whole gay thing and it frightened Matt just a little that Becker himself might not be.  

“I know I don’t openly declare it with a big ‘I like fellas’ sign strapped to my back but everyone at the ARC knows.” Matt said, the fear straining in his voice as he tried to get Becker to stop pacing. “I thought you did too!”

“Well no! It’s pretty damned clear I didn’t know!” Becker’s voice high pitched.

“How the bloody hell did you not know? Enough people were talking about it!”

Matt noticed the tendons in Becker’s neck straining and his skin flushed a deeper red than before as Becker tried to restrain his temper and frustration whilst franticly pacing. His foot kicked the tyres on the car several times before Becker finally came to a halt in front of Matt.

“I didn’t know because no one ‘bloody’ told me, you git! You didn’t tell me! You didn’t say a thing at my folks place! Not even after I kissed you! If the guys at the ARC were all talking about your sexuality, I didn’t hear them! I’m your best mate, do you have any idea how it feels to be the last person to know this about you?”

“I can see you’re pretty pissed off! Becker, I’m sorry! Okay?”

“So what, do you fancy me now because I kissed you? Or have you… always had a thing?”

“No! You’re my friend! I don’t think of you like that!”

“So you don’t think I’m attractive?”

“Well, you do look like a horse’s arse.” Matt’s attempt at humour got a sarcastic and uncomfortable grin from Becker. “I didn’t mean--!”

“The kiss I gave you back at the house in no way made you have sexual feelings towards me? You don’t want to… do things to me, do you?”

Becker was uncomfortable. Becker hated him, he was disgusted.  Matt swallowed and it felt painful to do so. He couldn’t handle the thought of his friend hating him for this.

“I don’t have feelings towards you,” he said, the words feeling sour in his mouth.

“Good!”

Good? Was that all he had to say?

Becker was scowling again, which meant that Matt was.

Damn it.

Matt tried to smile, but he felt utterly stupid and foolish. This whole day had been nothing but a series of uncomfortable and embarrassing events and it was certainly not how he pictured it ending. This was not how Matt ever imagined things being between him and Becker.

Ever since he’d met him, Matt had considered him a good friend—okay, Matt had checked him out a couple of times—but he seriously hadn’t felt anything else towards him, at least not until Becker kissed him. He wasn’t going to admit that he had liked it a lot when they’d kissed and that he wished Becker hadn’t stopped. Matt wouldn’t dare admit that especially seeing how his best friend was behaving.

“So… is this is how it’s going to be?  Do you think differently towards me because of who I am?” he stammere

Becker didn’t respond. His mouth opened a couple of times as if he wanted to answer but the words were stymied by his emotions. He didn’t say anything for quite a while and so the painful silence lingered on. Matt couldn’t take it any more.

He needed a drink.


This was another reason to add to his list of why he hated Christmas

Matt grabbed his front door keys tightly in his hand, squeezing them so that the cut of the keys dug into his palm. Becker wasn’t going to say anything and such lack of response and his reactions made everything clear.  He was not okay with Matt being gay.

He was just like a lot of the other men Matt had known in the military.

Matt turned away and went to open the door to his apartment.  The key wasn’t quite in the lock when firm hands grabbed hold of his shoulders and spun him round. Caught by surprise, Matt barely had time to breathe as once again as Becker’s hands cupped his face and his mouth kissed him furiously, desperately and hard.

Matt stumbled, the door smacked into his back and Becker’s body shoved hard against him as he forced the kiss further. He coaxed Matt to respond, one of his hands dropped to the back of Matt’s neck… the tickling scrape of his fingers against his skin again made Matt moan and for a moment, Matt’s allowed his own hands to drift down and latch on to Becker’s backside.

It felt so good. It felt amazing as Becker slowly sunk more into the kiss but Matt couldn’t let it go on.  Why was Becker doing this after making such a scene to his family about not being gay?

He pushed Becker away, instantly regretting it as he did so. He tried to breathe again but all he could do was stare up at his friend, gasping for air. What the hell was going on?

Becker was just as confused. He looked utterly lost and scared at what he just done and even now he couldn’t move.  Matt pressed his hands to Becker’s chest to push him away, but instead they stayed there, feeling the rapid beating of Becker’s heart.

Shit.

“No. ”  Matt pushed Becker away finally, but when Becker moved back in, tilting his head, his eyes and entire body language asking and needing direction from Matt, he found himself pulling Becker back. “You don’t have to do this… why are you doing this?”

“I… I want to.”

“Do you really?”

“Oh shut up and show me what to do before I change my mind and right now, I really don’t want to change my mind.”

The smile was slight but scared. Becker was shaking and so Matt did what he thought was right. He wrapped his arms around Becker’s back and pulled him down into another kiss.

Maybe Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.


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“So? What’s wrong with him?”

Becker snapped out of his stupor at the sound of his sister’s voice.

He had blocked out most of the Boxing Day madness ever since he’d sat down, but Haley only brought it all back to the surface. He could hear his dad and brothers arguing about the rugby in the kitchen, music the teenagers were playing boomed through the ceiling and his mum and aunt’s laughs pitched ear piercingly high. He never could get used to it

“What’s wrong with your friend, little brother?” Haley nudged him in the side with her elbow. “He’s watching that television as if he’s never seen one before.”

Becker grinned.

Matt was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, gawping at the cartoons on the television like a big kid. All the other children were sitting around him, the youngest resting his hands and head on Matt’s knee.

“He doesn’t have a television, Haley.”

“The man doesn’t have a television? Where’s he been living? In the past?”

Becker smirked, hiding it behind his hand Quite the opposite, actually

“That doesn’t matter! He is adorable, Hill. I’m glad you brought him round.”

“Don’t try anything!”

His sister laughed and grabbed hold of his arm to give it a squeeze.

“I’m your sister you daft sod, I’m not stupid! Hilary… have you finally cottoned on then?”

“To what?”

"That you’ve always thought of Matt as more than a friend, pillock!  It was so obvious with the way you behaved around him! You didn’t realise it when you were here yesterday, even after you made a scene like you did. We were all fine to accept your denials, but it was kind of sad to see how it was affecting Matt. But you took him home and found out! You finally caught on!”

“Haley!”

“You two slept together as well, didn’t you?”

Becker opened his mouth to say something, to deny it and to say that she was being utterly ridiculous but he couldn’t. All he could do was grin more, especially when he saw the confused expression on Matt’s face as he tried to understand the concept of cartoon furniture that could talk.

“Can I give you some sisterly advice, Hill?”

Becker had zoned out again watching Matt.  He looked back to his sister and nodded.

Things were eerily quiet. Only the sound of the T.V and the laughter of the children could be heard.

“Next time you borrow one of his shirts, little brother, use one that hides those bite marks on your neck!”

When the rest of his family, who had been listening in, started laughing, Becker decided at that precise moment, that Christmas was the worst holiday ever. He was never going to celebrate it again.

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reggietate From: reggietate Date: December 20th, 2012 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yay! for the happy ending - even if it took Becker a while for the penny to drop :-D
basched From: basched Date: December 20th, 2012 09:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Well I'm a stickler for happy endings!

Chuffed that you enjoyed it. :) Thank you.
knitekat From: knitekat Date: December 20th, 2012 09:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yay for the happy ending and LOL over the borrowed shirt bit.
basched From: basched Date: December 20th, 2012 09:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you! And Becker wearing Matt' shirts? That is a delicious thought!

freddiejoey From: freddiejoey Date: December 20th, 2012 11:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Shirt-wearing is one of the lovely kinks on AotB so it made my day

Lovely ending my grooviness
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:16 pm (UTC) (Link)

Yay for making your day, GAL! Thank you so much, I'm pleased that you approve! Sweet! xx
lukadreaming From: lukadreaming Date: December 20th, 2012 11:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yay for the happy ending. And I like Matt and the cartoons!
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
*mwah!* xx

Thank you!

I have this image in my head often, of Matt watching cartoons in the same wonderment as a child. I had to put that in. Glad you liked it!
missyvortexdv From: missyvortexdv Date: December 21st, 2012 01:49 am (UTC) (Link)
aw sweet ending.
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you. :)
47eleven From: 47eleven Date: December 21st, 2012 02:22 am (UTC) (Link)
gorgeous :)
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ta. :)
joshinator From: joshinator Date: December 21st, 2012 04:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Lovely :)
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks. :)
fififolle From: fififolle Date: December 21st, 2012 07:59 am (UTC) (Link)
LOL!! Classy ending :D Soooo cute! Matt is adorable, poor thing. I'm so glad Becker is going to give him a chance!
Loved it <3
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
XD Thanks Fifi! Chuffed to bits that you approved! Matt is adorable anyways and pah! It's me, course Becker was going to give him a chance!

*bsh*

Edited at 2012-12-21 11:22 pm (UTC)
natchris From: natchris Date: December 21st, 2012 09:10 am (UTC) (Link)
This is a terrific Secret Santa fic.
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:22 pm (UTC) (Link)

I'm glad you think so. Diolch! :)
nietie From: nietie Date: December 21st, 2012 10:07 am (UTC) (Link)
Lovely! Lovely! Lovely!

I think Becker and Matt will agree that this was worth an awkward Christmas.
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:23 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! xxx


It was totally worth it, for both of them! XD

flaccidduck From: flaccidduck Date: December 21st, 2012 10:20 am (UTC) (Link)
This has really been a gorgeous story.
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:24 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you very much. :)
celeste9 From: celeste9 Date: December 21st, 2012 05:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aw! Great ending! I loved the misunderstanding and the fact they worked it all out, and Becker's sister at the end is brilliant.
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

You flatter me greatly! I am so grateful! Thank you. :)
telperion_15 From: telperion_15 Date: December 21st, 2012 08:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was great! And I can totally understand why Matt, of all people, would have issues with Christmas...
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:28 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you! :)

Well if there was anyone who would have real difficulty in understanding Christmas or having issues with it, it would be Matt. I reckon his first one would have freaked him out for sure.

Cheers. :)
ebonyfeather From: ebonyfeather Date: December 21st, 2012 08:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Brilliant! Loved the thought of Matt reluctantly wearing the pink paper hat from the cracker, and great ending- poor Becker, being caught out like that!

Absolutely fab.
basched From: basched Date: December 21st, 2012 11:30 pm (UTC) (Link)

I am pleased that you enjoyed your fic. When I saw that it was you who I had to write for, I cheered and the writing came very easily after that.

Happy Christmas lass and thank you so much. xxx
clea2011 From: clea2011 Date: December 21st, 2012 11:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
I did like the bit about Matt not liking Christmas and being upset about the Christmas trees dying - I'm totally with him on that. I could see Matt staging a protest outside a Christmas tree sale! *g*
That's very nice for Matt and Becker, but poor Jess! She did a kind thing making Matt go instead, and now she's lost her new boyfriend.
basched From: basched Date: December 22nd, 2012 12:46 am (UTC) (Link)

As someone who never grew up with Christmas, never knew about it until it was thrusted upon him, I think Matt would certainly hate it. All the bizarre customs and carol singers etc. Yeah, I can see him getting upset about the trees too! :)

Matt standing with a placard "Save the trees. Christmas is death!" outside the shop. The ARC team and his friends having to 'move him on' and give him the talk. ;)

Jess did send Matt there! She probably knew those two really did like each other from the beginning and set it all up! She's good like that! ;)

Cheers Clea!! :)
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