Awakenings I
SeaQuest DSV (Second Season)
Warning: this story is NC-17 for m/m sex and naughty language. This is intended for adults only; if you are under 18 please do not read it!
Starring: Tim O'Neill, Lieutenant J.G. (played by Ted Raimi) Miguel Ortiz, Sensor Chief, CPO (played by Marco Sanchez) Lucas Wolenczak, 16 year-old civilian genius (played by Jonathan Brandis Tony Piccolo, Seaman (played by Michael DeLouise) Jonathan Ford, Commander (played by Don Franklin)
Cameos by Nathan Bridger (Captain (played by Roy Scheider) and others
If you are unfamiliar with SeaQuest or need a refresher on what everyone looks like, check out:
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Network/7997/
It has screen captures and sounds. Season 2 will give you pics of Tony
Disclaimer: SeaQuest, its characters, etc., are the property of Amblin Entertainment; however their actions here are my creation alone.
"Mister Ortiz, report!" Captain Bridger snapped, leaning forward in his chair. Tension was thick on the bridge as they faced this new, unknown aggressor.
A mysterious submarine, equipped with some kind of sensor camouflage, had appeared from nowhere just moments earlier. The Sensor Chief's WSKRs (Wireless Sensory Knowledge Retrieval probes) barely had a chance to register the craft's presence before it fired on SeaQuest with no warning. Then, as suddenly as it had materialized, it vanished again. The attacker's missiles struck with terrible effect: several systems were down, including the main drive. The bioplastic hull skin had resealed itself, but if Bridger didn't do something fast, the boat couldn't take another attack like the first. The Sensor Chief and Lucas Wolenczak were furiously trying to recalibrate the WSKRs to detect the ship so SeaQuest would have something to target. Meanwhile, Tim O'Neill, language expert and Communications Officer, was attempting to raise the hostile craft any way he could--to no avail.
Seaman Tony Piccolo burst out of the Darwin's pool and scrambled onto the deck. "No damage to the hydro-tunnels, Commander." He reported. The handsome Commander Jonathan Ford looked appraisingly at the young seaman. But Tony Piccolo looked calm, if a bit scared -- not to mention soaking wet. Ford couldn't help noticing that Tony had a nicely defined chest and abs, his wet t-shirt showing every detail of his body. But no time for that, Jonathan told himself.
"Good work, Seaman," he nodded. Return to your station and load all tubes, plasma torpedoes one hundred percent charge. Prepare countermeasures in case they attack again."
"Loading torpedoes, countermeasures ready Commander."
"Lucas, Ortiz, I need a targeting lock..." Bridger said through clenched teeth. "Try thermal variance. The water around a moving object would heat up if only slightly."
Seconds later, a wavering image, like a reddish halo, formed on their monitors. "There it is!" Ortiz almost shouted. He maneuvered his WSKRs to get an accurate lock. "We're getting something Captain, off the starboard bow. She's coming around, sir, targeting..." Miguel looked up from his sensor display long enough to meet Tim O'Neill's worried gaze. Tim looked away, embarrassed because he spent more time than he should looking at his handsome friend and bunkmate. Here they were in a combat situation and all he could think about was Miguel's gorgeous face.
"Captain, we have a lock." Ford turned to Bridger.
Nathan looked deeply unhappy. He had the feeling that something was very wrong here; this was some sort of misunderstanding. But without more information, he would not risk his boat and his crew. "Fire, Commander."
Ford nodded to Tony and nodded. "Firing... all torpedoes away sir!"
"She's fired again!" Lucas looked up from his console to the main viewer as the submarine seemed to materialize and four dart-like torpedoes rocketed towards the SeaQuest.
"Countermeasures!" Ford bellowed. But the attackers were too fast; two got through.
"Brace for impact!" Ford's voice was lost in the wrenching explosion.
Sparks flew, and the floor pitched beneath them. Everyone was thrown from their chair as the lights flickered.
The last thing Tim O'Neill remembered was a look of horror on Miguel's face... then something hit him in the head and everything went dark.
Somehow poetically, the first thing Tim saw when he came to was Miguel, concern in his dark brown eyes.
"Tim, are you okay man?" The Sensor Chief helped him up, and Tim couldn't keep from trembling with the man's strong arm around him.
"W-what happened?"
"It's okay, Tim, our torpedoes got through; the marauder is gone."
Captain Bridger ordered Tim to the sickbay to be checked out, and Miguel insisted on taking him there, despite his (admittedly weak) protests.
Tim basked in the feeling of Ortiz pressed against him, the scent of his body, the feel of his strong arm. Why did he feel this way? Why was it hard for him not to stare at Miguel all day, mooning over him like a lost puppy? Deep down, he knew the answer.
He blushed bright red when Doctor Smith probed him psyhically -- with his reluctant consent -- to make sure there was no damage from hitting his head. She cocked an eyebrow, glanced at the clueless Ortiz and smiled. "You're fine, Tim." She patted his knee. He turned redder. "But maybe you should take it easy for a day or two."
After an afternoon of lying around his cabin doing nothing but daydreaming, Tim O'Neill lay silently in his bunk, pretending to be asleep. He felt guilty every time he did this (his Roman Catholic upbringing at work), but he kept doing it anyway. He couldn't resist spying on Miguel -- and today it seemed like the idea was more irresistible than usual. This was his guilty pleasure: Tim loved to watch Ortiz come in late after working out the gym, sweat-soaked tank-top plastered to his smooth pecs. Ortiz was normally somewhat shy about being naked in front of his roommate, but if Tim seemed to be asleep Miguel would strip nude before going to the tiny shower. Tim loved to look at the hunky Cuban's hairless brown skin, his hard abs and muscled legs -- and his huge cock. Even thinking the word made Tim feel guilty, but that was the best word to describe Miguel's considerable manhood.
And sometimes Ortiz would masturbate right there in the room. Tim felt himself getting hard just thinking about Miguel lying on his bed, stroking his monstrous cut Latino cock. The thing was at least eight inches long and thick, with a mushrooming head. When Ortiz came he would whimper and shoot all over himself, sometimes licking the cum off his fingers. Tim wanted to be the one licking up Miguel's cum. But it would never happen -- the WSKR officer had never shown any interest in men, and certainly not a geek like Tim. But O'Neill couldn't help wishing; even as he stared at Ortiz across the bridge. Miguel was so cute, with his dark eyes and disarming smile.
Tim was trying something bolder than usual tonight. He had bad eyesight, couldn't wear contacts and was afraid of surgery, so he wore glasses. Up until now, though, his spying on Miguel was limited: the object of his crush was rather blurry in the nude since Tim was supposed to be asleep and couldn't wear his glasses. But tonight he wanted every detail in focus. So he made it look like he had fallen asleep while reading. The only problem was his hardon poking up, tenting the blanket. He put his open book over it.
Just seconds later the handsome Cuban came in, glistening with sweat. He glanced over at Tim, then carefully closed the airtight door, trying not to make any noise. Through slitted eyes Tim watched as Miguel peeled off his wet tank top, chest and shoulder muscles flexing. He removed his shoes and then pulled down his shorts. His dick flopped out, and to Tim it seemed semi-hard, unusually thick. The Latino was smooth over his entire torso, except for a trail starting below his navel and leading to a thick bush of tight curls at the base of his giant manhood.
Ortiz absently stroked it a couple of times then glanced guiltily over at Tim, who tried very hard to breathe normally. Then Miguel disappeared into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Tim desperately wished his erection would go down, but the more he thought about it the harder he got. A few minutes later Ortiz emerged naked from the bathroom, toweling his thick hair dry. Tim squinted as his beautiful friend padded silently around the room, cock swinging back and forth, his muscles flexing.
The Sensor Chief turned down his bed, and as he was about to shut off the lights, he noticed that Tim had apparently fallen asleep while reading.
O'Neill closed his eyes and forced himself not to flinch as Ortiz bent over him. Miguel very gently removed Tim's glasses, then lifted the book--his fingers brushing Tim's hardon as he did so.
'Poor Tim,' Miguel was thinking, 'he studies too much. I'll just put his book away for him so he doesn't -- woah!'
Seeing the tenting sheet under the book caught Ortiz off-guard, and he froze for a moment, unsure what to do. He put the book aside, but stood rooted where he was, staring. Then he noticed a tiny darkening spot on the sheet at the tip of Tim's cock. Tim must be having a hot dream, he thought. As he stared, the Cuban felt his own penis start to grow and get hard. It occurred to Miguel that he had never seen Tim completely naked--the lieutenant was very shy -- and he was just a little curious... he drew the sheet down slowly, uncovering Tim's smooth pale chest, his flat stomach, then finally he revealed the pole underneath. It bobbed and wavered in the air, 6 or so inches long, very thick at the base with a flaring head.
Tim lay still, paralyzed with a strange mix of fear and excitement. What was Ortiz doing? His glasses were off and -- oh god he lifted the book -- he'll see my erection! What?!? He's pulling the sheet off me, oh dear God...
Seeing Tim's hardon, Miguel felt his own cock rising further. He'd always thought Tim was kind of cute, a sweet guy. Ortiz didn't have much experience with other men, though. His cousin when he was a teenager, and then his bunkmate one year at UEO Hawaii training. God, Josh had loved to get fucked; couldn't get enough of Miguel's cock, and Ortiz was more than happy to accommodate his handsome roommate.
Remembering this only made the Cuban harder. He wondered if Tim would ever want to... nah, Tim was a good Catholic boy. Then Ortiz saw the precum drop growing at the tip of O'Neill's dickhead. He was so tempted.... Tim would never know... He leaned closer.... closer...
Tim felt a warm breath on his dick. Could it be?? Then a wave of pleasure shot through his body as Miguel took the head of the Lieutenant's cock between his full lips. "Ohhhh!" He let out the moan before he could stop himself.
Ortiz froze, just as he was enjoying the tangy-sweet taste. Scared, he started to back off.
"Please don't stop Miguel!" Tim whispered, reaching out blindly, he grabbed the hunky Cuban's ass cheek.
"So you're awake?" Ortiz cocked an eyebrow warily, his sensuous mouth curving into a smile.
Tim opened his eyes and his apology poured out in a stuttering torrent -- Until Ortiz pressed his finger to Tim's lips.
"Shhh, Tim, it's okay. Want me to do that again?"
"Yes please!!" Tim rubbed Miguel's smooth, hard ass.
The sensor chief smiled and slid his hand between O'Neill's legs, cupping his large balls. Then he leaned down again and took the wide cockhead in his mouth, his tongue running around the rim. The Lieutenant groaned and spread his legs apart. Miguel tried to encircle the base of Tim's cock with his thumb and forefinger but they didn't meet it was so thick. Still, he got a grip on it, holding it straight up while he moved up and down on it with his mouth. O'Neill writhed on his bunk, one hand kneading the Cuban's muscular ass cheek, the other running fingers through his silky black curls. Ortiz's own cock had come to full attention, ramrod straight and almost nine inches long. With his free hand he caressed Tim's chest and gently pinched his nipples, while rhythmically sucking up and down the length of his bunk- mate's dick.
"Oh, Miguel, that feels so nice, thank you, thank you!" Tim whispered, still only half believing that the hunky Cuban was sucking his cock. Then he felt a finger stray down behind his balls... tickling his ass crack... poking at his hole. Ortiz sucked harder and faster, pinching one of Tim's nipples hard.
"Oh god Miguel, I'm going to -- I'm gonna..." With a choked cry, Tim started convulsing as his cock pumped its warm thick juice into Ortiz's mouth. He pushed the Sensor Chief's head down into his lap, trembling as Miguel sucked out the last drops.
Ortiz released the trembling O'Neill and stood up, licking his full lips and swallowing. "Feel better?" He smiled, as if talking about the weather.
"Wow, Miguel, that was... um, great." Tim blushed, fumbled to put his glasses back on, then looked down at Ortiz's huge hard cock. Before the sensor chief could do anything else, O'Neill slid off his bunk and knelt in front of him. He cupped Miguel's round ass cheeks in his hands and closed his eyes as he took the brown cockhead into his mouth.
Mmm, salty, spongy... were his first thoughts, then the realization that yes, he was sucking on his handsome friend's gorgeous cock. Well, confession would be interesting next timeÉ
"Ohhh yeah Tim, that feels nice..." Ortiz ran his fingers through Tim's sandy hair and caressed his shoulders as the Lieutenant struggled to take more of Miguel's cock. With one hand he stroked the thick shaft, with the other he rolled his balls between his fingers. The Sensor Chief's knees weakened. "Tim, you're doing great--have you done this before?" He looked down as O'Neill pulled the glistening cock out of his mouth.
"Miguel! I've never done anything like this!" He didn't know whether to feel complimented or hurt.
"Sorry Tim, you're a natural!"
The Lieutenant wasn't sure he liked that either, but he wanted to please Miguel, and somehow the feeling of the hunky Cuban's sensitive manhood in his mouth was so intimate and exciting.
The cabin was filled with the sounds of man-sex. Then, after a few minutes, Ortiz gently pushed O'Neill back. "I'm getting close Tim."
"But--I want to make you, you know." Tim was too shy to say it; rather silly considering he was on his knees, buck naked, his own dick hard again.
Miguel pulled his bunkmate up to his feet. "I want to come too, my friend, but I want to be inside you." Tim swallowed hard. He had fantasized about this so many times, but now he was a little scared. Miguel was so big...
Ortiz placed his palm on Tim's chest, slowly pushing him back onto his bunk. "Don't worry, I'll go very slow--I want this to be good for you too." Tim looked into those sexy brown eyes and saw only tenderness--well, maybe lust too.
"Now lie back and spread your legs, that's it." Ortiz pulled a small tube out of one of his desk drawers, squeezed clear gel onto his hand and coated his rigid cock. Then he rubbed some between Tim's ass cheeks, massaging it into his hole.
"Oh, wow, that feels... good..." There was surprise in Tim's voice as Ortiz slid a finger into his tight hole. He worked it in and out, then added another, while O'Neill started breathing faster and harder, his cock smacking against his stomach. Miguel inserted three fingers to the last knuckle and Tim seemed okay, though his ass was still very tight.
"Ok, here we go." He gripped Tim's thighs and pulled the Lieutenant towards him, edging his butt off the bunk. Then he put Tim's ankles over his shoulders. O'Neill closed his eyes, bracing himself for the Cuban's invasion.
Miguel gripped his throbbing cock, pressing the fleshy head against Tim's puckered hole. O'Neill clenched his teeth and sucked in a breath as the tip began to spread his ass. Ortiz caressed the lieutenant's stomach with the other hand, trying to reassure him. "It's going to burn some at first Tim, I'm kind of big." He warned. "I don't want to hurt you, buddy."
"I know, but keep going Miguel, I want you so bad."
The Cuban pushed and the head entered O'Neill's ass. Tim choked back a cry as he felt a stabbing pain from his behind. ÔThis is unnatural, sinful...' a voice in the back of his head intoned. But how could love be sinful? He loved Miguel, he would die for him. And his handsome friend was being so careful and gentle... maybe Miguel loved him too...
Ortiz felt his dick get even harder, as he paused to let O'Neill's ass adapt. He was so excited at the thought of fucking his friend, but he was afraid that he was hurting Tim. He wished his cock wasn't quite so big; it was a lot to take on your first time. "Tim, you okay? That's usually the worst part, buddy." He whispered, leaning down, his lips brushing against the communications officer's ear. When Tim's breathing slowed he eased more in. This time Tim let out a low, ragged groan.
"Oohh, mother of god."
Miguel stopped, worried he had hurt his friend. "You all right?"
"Miguel, I'm better than all right, don't stop!"
Tim's skin was so fair against his olive Latin coloring, Ortiz thought as he pushed again, a few more inches slowly easing into Tim's virgin ass. He pulled out a little, then pushed in a little farther. He has about halfway in; his shaft seemed impossibly big to fit into Tim's ass, but it kept going. He leaned forward again, pushing the Lieutenant's legs up and onto his shoulders. Tim's eyes were screwed shut, his face contorted into an expression Miguel couldn't figure. But when he reached around and started stroking Tim's thick penis, O'Neill started moaning again. As he bucked his hips forward and inserted the rest of his engorged cock, Miguel leaned down and pressed his mouth to Tim's, spreading his lips with his probing tongue. Tim made a surprised sound but after a moment of paralysis he responded to the Cuban's kiss. Ortiz felt O'Neill's hands on his ass again, pulling him closer, his cock in to the roots. He rotated his hips a little, making his cock twist in Tim's fuck-hole. Then Miguel released his lip-lock.
"How's that, Tim? You doing okay?"
O'Neill was torn for a moment between self-consciousness and bliss. He realized he must look pretty ridiculous folded up like this with the Latino's cock stuck up inside him, but somehow it didn't matter. "It-it's great Miguel, you feel great." He managed a sheepish smile. "Is it, um, okay for you?"
"Its awesome Tim." Ortiz caressed Tim's chest. "You are making me so hot, taking me like a champ." He gave Tim's cock a squeeze.
The Lieutenant's face reddened. "You're so gorgeous Miguel, I never thought--"
Ortiz looked angry for a moment. "Don't underestimate yourself Tim! You're smart and fun and a great friend." Then his expression changed to a sly smile. "Now, back to business." He rocked back, his cock sliding out of Tim's channel right to the corona, where O'Neill's sphincter gripped it tight. "What do you want, Lieutenant?" he asked mockingly.
Tim looked bewildered. "Miguel, what do you mean?"
"Tell me you want it." Ortiz moved his cock in and out an inch or two, sending waves of pleasure through Tim's body.
"P-please Miguel..." Tim begged hoarsely, his fingers digging into the Cuban's unyielding glutes.
But Ortiz waited, his dick throbbing.
"Fuck me..." Tim whispered.
"What?" Miguel cocked an ear teasingly.
"Fuck me Miguel! Fuck my ass!" Tim shouted so loud the walls reverberated. As he said it the second time, the Sensor Chief rocked his hips, sending his steely rod all the way up Tim's virgin ass. Both young men let out moans of pleasure, and Miguel started fucking in earnest, ramming his cock in all the way then dragging it out. He picked up speed, even as he fisted Tim's dick, his stroking lubricated by O'Neill's copious pre-cum.
On and on, Ortiz pistoned his dick into the Lieutenant's ass. Sweat began to glisten on his back and shoulders. Tim's hands roved over Miguel's body, marveling at his smooth hard chest, his ridged abs, and his hot ass. They didn't speak for awhile, each absorbed in the other. Sometimes the Latino would slow his rhythm, bend down and kiss Tim's face and neck, or lick and suck his small brown nipples. O'Neill gasped from the electric pleasure of Miguel's mouth on his tender skin, and the wild burning inside him with every thrust of the sexy Cuban's hips.
Neither noticed Darwin swim by in the hydro-tube, pause for a moment, then swim on.
Miguel tossed his head, his hair flying out of his flashing dark eyes. "I'm getting close, Tim, you feel so good... "
"Me too Miguel, I'm--" Tim started hyperventilating, then his body convulsed as spurts of cum blasted out of his pulsing dick. His ass squeezed around Ortiz's cock as the Cuban slammed it in one last time. His balls tightened as he erupted a geyser of juice into Tim's clutching, milking chute.
"Ohhh man!" Miguel lowered himself heavily onto Tim, his dick still buried in the Lieutenant's tingling ass. He nuzzled against O'Neill's neck, and gave his softening cock a playful squeeze. Tim jumped, then relaxed a bit, putting his arms around the Sensor Chief.
"You okay, Tim?" Ortiz asked quietly, concern in his voice.
Tim thought he should be feeling ashamed, but instead he didn't want this moment to end. "I'm great Miguel, I feel great."
Ortiz stood up suddenly, easing his cock out of Tim's aching butt. "Let's take a shower then--we're a mess!"
They soaped each other, each caressing the other, exploring all over again. Then they rinsed and dried off, and each climbed into his bed. As the lights dimmed, Tim felt lost and lonely somehow, almost as if the entire event had never happened. Then he heard Miguel's sheets rustling, and felt as much as saw the presence of the Cuban standing by his bunk.
"Can I sleep with you, Tim?" He asked quietly.
"I'd l-like that." Tim's voice cracked with emotion.
With Miguel sprawled half on top of him, their naked bodies entangled under the sheet, Tim was content. Ortiz's head was on his shoulder, lips against his neck, soft curls tickling his chest. His ass was on fire, but he also felt empty, looking forward to the next time Miguel filled him. Tim felt the Cuban's slow, even breathing, wishing this would never end. Thinking Ortiz was asleep, Tim whispered almost silently, "I love you Miguel."
He felt the silky touch of those full lips on his neck, then: "I love you too, babe."
Tim felt an ache in his chest. Tears welled in his eyes, then flowed silently down his face.
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