The following story is a fictional story taking place in the Star Trek universe as created by Gene Roddenberry. For those nerdly like me, this is the prime universe set in timeline with the new books (post the Borg conflict, etc, should that ever become relevant to the story). I own no copyrights to anything related to Star Trek or any of its related brands. While the universe is borrowed, all characters are original and any similarities to real people or other established characters are entirely unintended and coincidental. This story is erotic fanfiction created for shared personal enjoyment only and is meant for mature audiences. If you cannot handle men making love to men, or if you are underage, please do not read.
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Lieutenant Veradin 1
"Releasing Some Tension"
In a mostly empty corridor of the USS Aurora, a maintenance hatch sat open. An engineer's kit laid in the corridor outside it, the tools from inside a scattered mess. Suddenly sparks erupted from the maintenance hatch, followed by yelling and creative cursing. A head emerged from the hatch, hair mussed and coughing out smoke, with dark spots on his face, in addition to the ones that were supposed to be there as a Trill, and on his uniform.
Well, I say his, but that's actually me. My name is Lieutenant, junior grade, Derik Veradin. 27 year old pilot extraordinaire. I'm the assistant chief conn officer for the beautiful USS Aurora, one of the most advanced ships in the fleet.
"Frak it all to hell," I said to no one in particular. "This is the last time I volunteer to help out the engineering team."
Truth be told, most pilots worth their snuff, in my opinion, were able to tinker and repair with their crafts. Be it a fighter, a shuttle, or even a starship, it lead most pilots to also have a decent amount of proficiency with engineering systems and repair. Myself included. So here I was being the good little team player when I could have been logging time in the flight simulator, or working out or something.
I noticed a pair of crewman who had been nearby when my mishap had occurred, staring at me with looks a mix of surprise and amusement. I glared at them until they turned around to leave. When they had rounded the corner I slumped back against the door of the hatch, sitting cross legged on the floor. I'm not usually this easily frustrated, but our recent mission had been full of tense situations and plenty of danger, so now when I try to help it blows up in my face...literally.
I made a mental note that I needed to blow off some steam later after my shift, suddenly wishing a certain civilian engineer genius was still on the ship. Jonathan and I had been having a.. 'thing' together before he'd been called away to guest lecture at Starfleet Academy. We definitely weren't dating, but it had started to become more than the usual kinds of flings that I normally restricted myself to.ÿ
I'd have to make other arrangements if I wanted that kind of tension release tonight though. I shook my head clear of those thoughts. I needed to focus for another few hours before worrying about what I'd be doing after my shift, and if I dwelt on it too long I might let myself realize how much I was missing Jonathan's company and not just our... 'extra curricular activities' (Read:Hot, passionate sex). That was something I needed to nip in the bud. Not the hot, passionate sex part. That was great and I was looking forward to that again in about six months, but the attachment thing... Attachment and I don't get along well, and it wasn't conducive to a life in the military. Jonathan being called to Earth for a year was proof of that.
I swapped out a few tools from the borrowed engineering kit, throwing the ones left behind in a haphazard way, nowhere near their assigned spot, and crawled back into the hatch. "Alright, frakking conduit, you're gonna align, and you're gonna like it..."
=/= A couple hours later =/= After completing the repair with about 45 minutes left of my shift, I collected the tools and put them back in their place, mostly, and decided to call it good for the day. There was nothing worth doing in the next 45 minutes that I couldn't do tomorrow.ÿ
My mind immediately began to wander as I unwittingly returned to thoughts about Jonathan and how frustrating my day had been and wishing Jonathan was around. Well, there was always his gift he'd left me. Jonathan had left me a...gag gift of sorts. It was an interactive hologram version of himself, to keep me company, but itÿwasn'tÿthe same. Also, I think I used it too much the first month he was gone and might have broken it...ÿ
Besides, even though I missed Jonathan's company on the ship, we were nowhere close to exclusive. My mind wandered at who else I could... and then my mind went to the name immediately. Jason. He's a young, virile security officer who's almost as insatiable as me.
Nodding, having come to a decision. I tapped on the nearest wall console and sent him a text only message. I knew he was on armory duty this shift rotation and would be bored and near a console this close to the end of the shift. 'Had a frustrating day, would love to relieve some tension through a rematch. You game?'
I grinned as I hit send. It was a code we decided on after our first, passionate hookup. It was a way to ask for a hookup and be discreet about it. I stowed the engineering kit in the nearby locker where I'd retrieved it and started making my way back to my quarters.
Right after entering the turbolift the small, personal PADD in my pocket chimed. I grinned. I knew Jason would have been bored and quick to respond. This was promising. I pulled out the tablet and opened his response. 'Would love to, been itching for a rematch. Meet you when my shift's over.' My grin widened as I felt the rush of excitement that usually came pre-hookup.
When I returned to my quarters, I showered quickly and threw on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless black shirt, no underwear and no socks. There was no reason to get all dressed up just to take it off again. I stopped by the mirror near my bed to give myself a once over. A fighter jock at heart, I always made sure to stay in good shape. I have a muscled, soccer player's build with dark blue eyes and dark brown hair. I'm pretty fetching, like many Trill, or at least so I've been told.
I dimmed the lights slightly and got two drinks from the replicator, a rum and soda for me and a dark beer for Jason. As they materialized the chime rang. 'Perfect timing', I thought, calling, "Come in."
Jason entered, still in uniform, he must have come straight from shift. I gave him a grin and did an up and down, appraising look, taking in the young man's lithe form. Jason was an ensign fresh from the academy, still showing all the physical signs of having just been through the academy's rigorous physical training for security officers. He wasn't too thick, but his average-sized frame rippled with muscle that strained against his uniform. I stood maybe two inches higher than the young stud, making it all the more sexy to see those ice blue eyes look up at me, his face framed by his shortly cropped blonde hair. I keep calling him young. I mean I'm 27 and he's 22, so you be the judge.
I handed him the beer and Jason returned my grin with a genuine smile. The man is so honest and straightforward, easy to read. It's part of what I like about Jason. Jason looked very pleased to see me. He was being very obvious in his visual appreciation of my bared arms shown off by my lack of sleeves.
Jason took nearly half the beer in his first go, obviously eager to skip the pleasantries. "Rough day too?" I asked, quirking my head curiously towards his apparent thirst.ÿ
Jason shrugged. "Nah, not rough. Weapon inspections to do but I was done with them by lunch. The rest of it I was bored as hell...mind wandering... especially when I got your message." Jason's smile changed to what was almost a match for my wicked grin.
I downed the rest of my cocktail, seeing that Jason was close to doing the same. I walked up to Jason as he finished the beer, took the empty glasses and set them on a nearby counter. "Let's put that mind to rest then." I said grinning still. I shoved Jason up against the wall behind him carefully but forcefully, trapping the man's body with my own, and capturing Jason's hands above his head. I leaned in, teasing a kiss but pulled away, making his body ache for it. I watched with pleasure as his head and lips tried desperately to follow mine as I teasingly withdrew.
The teasing lasted only for a few seconds. I leaned in and kissed Jason fully and deeply, skipping anything tender. The world faded with that kiss as a hunger took over, a hunger thatÿhadn'tÿbeen properly sated in weeks. My tongue probed into his willing mouth, sharing the tastes of our drinks. Releasing his hands I went to work removing his uniform, making quick work of it. I unzipped the outer part and took it partway off, trapping his arms to his side in the partially removed sleeves. It was hot seeing him constrained like that, and it seemed to turn him on also. That was something to keep in mind for the future. I shoved him against the wall before he could free himself again, and kissed a sensitive spot on his neck that always drove him wild. When he got his hands free he flipped us around and pressed me against the wall, reasserting a little dominance of his own. 'God this is even better than the last time, and we're just getting started.' I thought. Our kissing interrupted only to pull the turtleneck portion of his uniform over his head along with his under shirt.
Jason nearly ripped off my shirt in his haste to get to more of my skin as well, and then we were chest to chest, enjoying the hot warmth of each other's bare upper bodies pressed together, rubbing our hips together, hard cocks straining against the confines of our pants. The hunger only grew as the kiss went on and I pulled Jason away from the wall and started led him, kissing and groping, towards the couch. The bedroom seemed too far away.
I nudged Jason backwards down onto the couch and knelt between his legs, quickly removing his boots and socks with one hand while fondling his cock through his pants. Jason groaned appreciatively in response, his head lolling back, mouth open, eyes closed.ÿ
With boots and socks out of the way, I leaned forward and started worshiping his chest and abs, licking and kissing my way down from his clavicle, sucking and biting on each nipple drawing out sharp gasps of pleasure from Jason. I made my way down further, licking between his very well defined abs, savoring the taste of his skin and getting pleasure out of making Jason squirm from my skillful ministrations.
Working my way down his abs, following the delicious, but subtle, trail of blond hair, I undid his pants, reached a hand inside and grasped his hard cock. Jason groaned in a thankful response. Jason looked down at me, locking eyes intensely as I massaged his hard cock from inside his pants.
I took my hand out and used both hands to shuck off his pants quickly doing the same with the black, boxer briefs underneath. his member freed itself by springing up to attention, rock hard. It was beautiful. Right around seven and a half inches, cut, almost statuesque in its perfection. I spit in my hand and grasped that gorgeous cock, slicking it up and started to stroke it while I leaned up for one more kiss. Jason moaned into my mouth and I loved every second of drawing the pleasure from him.
Breaking the kiss, I worked and teased my way back down his body, continuing to stroke the hard erection in my hand. After worshipping his abs again, I followed his blonde happy trail down to his cock and started teasing it with my tongue before taking it all into my mouth. Jason almost whimpered in pleasure at my deep-throating him and his fists grabbed at the couch as his body tensed in pleasure. I loved the feeling of this stud's stunning cock in my mouth and took great pleasure in going to town on it with all the energy and desire expected from someone who had been without for too long.
I worked myself up and down, licking the underside and swirling my tongue around the head. As I fell into a steady rhythm of down and up, Jason grabbed the back of my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. As I went on, his grip tightened and he started to thrust his hips up to match my motions, fucking in and out of my mouth. I focused on relaxing my throat to allow for this and stopped trying to go up and down, letting Jason take over the speed and intensity. Looking up to see his determined face as he fucked my mouth turned me on even more.
I love that Jason isn't a pushover in bed. There's nothing that's more of a turn off than a guy who just lays there through sex like a dead fish.
Using my free hand, still slicked up, I reached around to play with his ass. Using one finger, I probed in and out slowly, stretching out his hole, preparing him for what was coming. Jason panted with obvious pleasure from the added sensations and upped the speed and force of fucking my mouth.
As his breathing got heavier I could tell he was getting closer. I pressed my hands to his pelvis gently to stop his thrusts, not wanting him to come quite yet. "Not yet, Ensign," I teased him. Jason whimpered but nodded his acceptance.
Giving him a few seconds to recover, I stood up and took off my pants, my last bit of clothing. I turned Jason so he was laying along the length of the couch and kneeled over his shoulders straddling his neck and fed Jason my cock. Having reached its full eight inches, it was thick and hard as a rock. Jason took my cock eagerly into his mouth. With the position what it was, he wasn't able to deep throat me, but he went to town with his expert tongue, bringing me close to orgasm very quickly.
I pulled out of his mouth and got down between his legs, lifting them into the air. His blond-fuzzed hole was there waiting for me, still a little wet from fingering him. I leaned in, using my arms to keep his cheeks spread and his legs in the air and started to rim him, licking around the hole on the sensitive skin there. I flicked my tongue in and out of the area, teasing and driving Jason nuts. He kept trying to reach down to get me to go faster, but I was having fun torturing him. I held his hands down and kept up the pleasurable torment. He squirmed and bucked as the sensations drove him further and further.
When I was worried I might drive him to orgasm from this alone I stopped and released his hands. He looked at me with a burning gaze, a look I knew very well, one that I had given many times myself. 'Fuck me,' it said.
I reached behind me into the drawer of the end table by the couch and took out a bottle of lube I kept there. I plan ahead, what can I say? I had a feeling this wouldn't make it to the bedroom. I slicked my cock and did the same to his hole, though it didn't need much. I put a pillow under the small of his back and got into position between his raised legs, allowing them to rest on my shoulders.
I pressed into his opening slowly but steadily, pulling out and pressing back in a little further each time. Jason took deep breaths as I made my way inside of him. When I inserted fully I paused briefly, loving the feeling of my cock surrounded by his tight warmth. I leaned down and kissed him as I started to fuck him. We both moaned into each other's mouths, the sensations filling both of us as I slowly picked up speed.
As I got faster and harder in my fucking I pulled away from kissing him, straightening my back and started really started laying into him. Our moans and panting filled the quiet air of my quarters. I reached a hand under his back and lifted him slightly, changing the angle of my penetration slowly waiting for the right moment...
Jason cried out in a sudden spasm of ecstasy with, "Oh, Fuck!" A dark grin came to my mouth as I knew I'd found his prostate, the sweet spot. I grabbed another pillow to fix him in that position and grabbed his hips with both hands and started fucking even faster, drilling into him. His eyes almost seemed to roll back into his head with the pleasure, letting go of all reserves and just moaning desire and ecstasy. Sweat beaded on the both of us as we continued fucking, and both of our breathing was coming in quick pants.
"I'm gonna..." Jason started between moans, "gonna..." I was so turned on that he couldn't even form a sentence because I was driving him so crazy. "Oh!" He yelled out as he started to come, his hands never even having reached up to jack himself during our fucking. He came, hard, spurting out onto his perfect abs, chest, and even onto his neck and face. As he came he clenched his muscles tight around my cock inside him. I was already close so that immediately drove me over the edge I thrust in hard one more time and leaned forward, crushing our bodies together, smearing both of us in his cum as I exploded inside him.
We laid there for what seemed like a blissful eternity as we caught our breathing. "Holy shit," Jason panted. "I've never had anyone actually fuck an orgasm out of me like that, without even touching myself."
I smiled as I lifted my head to look at him. "You're welcome."
He thumped on the shoulder while he laughed at my feigned arrogance. Well, semi-feigned anyway.
I licked some of the cum that had landed on his face, and kissed him, feeding him his own cum and sharing it. "You made a mess," I said with a grin when the kiss broke. He smiled at me wickedly.
"Yeah," he replied, "we should probably go get in the shower and clean up, among other things."
I returned his smile. This was going to be a good night.