Lester and the Leather Thong

[cupidandpsycho]

Characters: Lester, Lyle, Ryan, Connor and a little o' Nick
Summary: Underneath his normally starched exterior, Sir James Lester was wearing a leather thong.
Warning: Crack!fic
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note:  Many thanks to fredbassett  for letting my borrow Lyle and for beta-reading the fic for me.  Also thanks to fififolle whose comment inspired and then incited this ficlet.

Underneath his normally starched exterior, Sir James Lester was wearing a leather thong. More specifically, a leather thong with his lover, Jon Lyle's, name scrawled across the front. The whole fiasco had started as a joke lying in bed a few days ago. Then it had turned into a bet and Lester prided himself on never losing a bet. He'd been perfectly fine until about five minutes ago when he had noticed Lyle, standing a floor down and across the ARC with the Temple twit and Captain Ryan. The Special Forces men were both shooting him sly looks as he looked down at them from his office window.

"Lester, are you feeling well? You look a bit flushed."

That was it! He couldn't take it any more. He had to get away from everyone, and get out of the thong, before he lost all his composure.

"No, Cutter," he said absently. "I don't feel too well. If you would be so kind as to excuse me..."

He didn't wait for an answer before he nearly ran out of the office and down the stairs, the thong rubbing between his cheeks as if it were mocking him. He groaned a little as he realized he would have to walk right past Lyle and the others to get to the locker room so he could change.

"Get back to work, you lazy fools," he snapped as he neared them, studiously ignoring Lyle. "I presume there is training or paperwork to be done. So do it!"

"I suppose there is," Lyle said with a smirk. "But it will cost you five hundred quid."

Lester opened his mouth once, twice, looking at Lyle like a fish out of water, before giving a small huff and stomping off toward the locker room.

"Oi!" Connor exclaimed, as he watched Lester scurry away down the hall. "What's crawled up his arse?"
He didn't understand what was going on when Lyle and Ryan both nearly collapsed in a fit of convulsive laughter.

Comments

[cupidandpsycho.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Reckon it must be Lyle and Lester day on the comms today *bg*.

Apparently so!

Not that we see anyone complaining, do we? ;-)