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WARNING: If you are legally underage to view or read sexually explicit material, STOP NOW! This story contains consentual, explicit sexual acts between men. If such acts offend you, THEN DON'T READ IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All characters are above the age of 18.
Historical note: This story takes place a few months before the events of "Caretaker," the first Voyager episode, which is why Tuvok is with the Maquis and Seska is referred to as being Bajoran (the other characters hadn't figured out her true ID yet ...). Just to clear up any grey areas ...
And on a personal note: This story is based upon a VERY erotic dream that I had. I really enjoyed writing it, and have come to adore the two new characters I've created (I do other Trek-related (but non-erotica) stories, and Captain Davidson is the central focus of my sci-fi writing, and she's a descendant of a character from a novel I wrote, etc ...). Like the story? E-mail me! Didn't like it? E-mail me! Constructive criticism? E-mail me! Flubs or goofs or nits? PLEASE E-mail me!!! Any and all feedback (but keep the flames to a minimum, please) would be appreciated. Thanks! And enjoy!!! E-mail: tgrnyc@hotmail.com (or Tgrnyc@aol.com, if the first one doesn't work).
"Will the Circle Be Unbroken?" by Anthony Samhain
Lt. Colin Dover was just getting ready for his security shift when his commbadge chirped. "Capt. Davidson to Lt. Dover," came the voice of the Odyssey's female captain.
Colin tapped his insignia, then subconsciously pulled a wisp of sandy brown hair away from his forehead. "Yes, Captain? What can I do for you?"
"I need for you to come to my ready room immediately. I have ... an assignment for you. A special one."
Colin nodded, though no one would see the gesture. "I'm on my way, Captain."
"Good. See you soon. Davidson out."
The channel closed, and Colin took a quick glance around his quarters. "Well," he said softly, "whatever it is, it'll certainly break the monotony around here."
Dover walked into the ready room and was greeted by Davidson's warm smile. "Hello, Lieutenant. I appreciate your promptness. Please, sit." Dover did so. He pulled his chair slightly closer to the desk. "I hate to do this at the last minute, but I really needed someone who could carry out this mission flawlessly."
And she selected me? he wondered.
"Mr. Dover," she went on, "you've not only had advanced tactical training at the Academy, but you have also taught a few classes here, via holodeck. Your pupils have not only expressed their enjoyment of those classes, but they all say that your methods have been very effective in real-life situations. But, I'm rambling. There is no officer on the ship, whom I could spare, who could do a better job at this mission than you, Lieutenant."
"Thank you for the compliments, Captain."
"You're quite welcome. However, I want to let you know that this mission is more of a reassignment." She paused, steepling her fingers and letting him take this in.
"Reassignment?" Colin echoed. "But ... I love serving on board the Odyssey. Under your command. I enjoy my work here." The past week may have been intensely boring, but he still enjoyed his work. "I don't understand, Captain."
"You are going to be ... reassigned ... only temporarily, Mr. Dover," Davidson continued. "But it is for an indefinite length of time. The ship will be passing by the planet where you will be in a little over a week. If you need to contact us, that will be the time to do it. As soon as the assignment is over, you will come back to the ship."
"But ... what's the longest the assignment will be?" He had many other questions, but this one was the most pertinent at the time.
The captain leaned forward a little. "Your assignment is to infiltrate a Maquis colony on Athenia Prime. You are to gather information and bring back what you learn. We have several others who have infiltrated the colony, but for their safety as well as your own, their identities will be unknown to you, and yours to them. We have an agent who will get you safely there. The Maquis will be expecting you in three days. Your back story is that you are a cousin to a deceased Maquis named Todd Lucas."
"But ... Captain ... I don't know if --"
"You don't know if what, Lieutenant?" The captain was firm, but her voice was even and calm.
"I ... don't know if I can carry out the mission, Sir," Colin replied meekly.
Davidson leaned in a little bit closer. "We need you, Mr. Dover. I hate to do this, but you are the only one we can send. You are to go to Athenia Prime and carry out this mission. That is an order." Her voice was still firm, but only slightly above a whisper with the last sentence. "Is that clear?"
Dover was speechless for a moment, but then reluctantly nodded his head. "Yes, Captain. Abundantly."
Colin walked away from the drop-off site and slung his small pack over his shoulder. He turned to look at the agent who had escorted him this far, and watched as the man dissolved into a shimmer of electric-blue light. Colin shook his head and began to walk into the forest.
Captain, why me? That thought had played over and over again in his mind ever since he had first left the Odyssey. He took a very deep breath and avoided walking face-first into an oak-like tree. He had to admit that Athenia Prime had some beautiful landscape. Above him, he heard a bird singing. A happy song, free of worry. If only he were that bird ...
He reached the colony's boundary half an hour later. He watched as about thirty people, only about ten or eleven of them were women, milling about, moving items, helping one another with various other things and just walking around in general. "I've got to make the best of this," he muttered aloud. "Perhaps it won't be so bad. Yeah, right!"
Colin walked on until he was just clear of the forest, but was still at least fifty feet from the nearest person, a man of Native American descent whose forehead was tattooed with a design which could not be discerned from this distance. The man looked up and smiled at Colin. A Bajoran woman not far from the man also looked up and smiled as well. They both gestured for him to join them.
Lt. Dover was hesitant at first, but then found the courage to make his feet move towards the two colonists. "Hello, there," the man greeted him, his hand extended. "You must be Colin. My name is Chakotay." Colin eagerly shook hands. At least, he tried to look eager. The man turned and gestured to the woman, then turned back to Colin. "This is Seska."
The woman smiled again and extended her hand. "Hi there," she said, warm and friendly. "Welcome to Athenia. And our little village."
Colin smiled a little. "Thanks. Nice to meet you both."
Chakotay leaned in a little. "We ... we're sorry about Todd."
"It's all right. I appreciate your condolence, Chakotay." He paused for a moment. "I know that I could never replace Todd, but I want to continue to fight in his place."
Chakotay smiled. "Good. Say, why don't you rest for a while. We've set up a room for you over in the big house by the lake's inlet." He pointed to the house. "It's the third door on the left after you walk in the main entrance and walk down the hallway."
"Thank you," Colin said. "I really appreciate that. And I think that I could really use a nap."
Seska took a step forward. "Would you like me to escort you, Colin?"
He smiled, but shook his head. "Thanks, Seska. But I'll find the way."
She nodded. "Suit yourself, then. We'll see you a little later. Have a good nap."
"Oh, I think I will," Colin confessed. He nodded to both of them and walked towards the house.
Colin stepped onto a long, wooden deck which ran along part of the shore to the lake's inlet. He looked out onto the lake, its surface as smooth and motionless as a pane of glass. He was so distracted the he ran right into a man who was at least a full head taller than he was.
"Oh, pardon me," the man apologized. He had sea-green eyes and dark brown hair with a slight tint of red to it. He was very well-built, and was wearing a medieval-style white shirt, with laces instead of buttons. The laces were only tied up to the bottom of his sternum, and Colin stared a moment at the dense, but length-perfect, blanket of brownish-red chest hair which the opening revealed.
On the Odyssey, there were very few men, human or otherwise, who had much body hair. At least that he was aware of. Hairy-chested men had always been admired by him, ever since he was fifteen, at least.
Colin broke the stare, shaking his head a little. "I'm sorry, but I didn't meant to stare at you, it's just --"
"It's all right," the man said, then gave him a warm, beautiful smile. The man's scent had to have been augmented by some type of cologne, and Colin loved the aroma. It was practically intoxicating.
"I'm ... still I ... please forgive me ... I'm so clumsy, I --" Colin went on, but the man placed his hand onto Colin's left shoulder and smiled again.
"It's quite all right. You must be Colin Dover."
"Yes. Yes, I am." He extended his hand, which the man took, and grasped firmly, but gently. The grasp made Colin feel nervous and giddy, and as if he would melt from the result.
"I am Bret. Bret Dawsen. Welcome to Athenia."
"Thanks," Colin said, wishing that humans could counteract blushing. "I was just headed to my room for a long nap."
Bret smiled and gave him a nod. "All right then. May you have a good sleep."
"Thanks."
Colin went to go, but he felt Bret's gentle hand on his other shoulder. Colin was almost scared to turn around. He then felt Bret leaning in closer to him. The other man's warm breath on his neck made his entire body tingle. "I hope that we can ... talk ... later, perhaps?"
It was then that Lt. Dover found the strength to turn around. He looked into Bret's beautiful face and grinned a little. "That ... would be nice, Bret."
Dawsen gave him another smile, then a nod. Colin watched as the other wan walked away, staring at the way the clothing on him was just the right fit, accentuating Bret's musculature. Colin felt himself shiver, then he hurried into the house.
After tossing his pack into a corner and closing the door, he flopped down onto the bed. He looked up to the ceiling and whispered, "Thank you so much, Captain Davidson!!" This might not be such a bad experience after all.
Colin walked to the part of the deck nearest to his room and looked out into the inlet. It was a little darker outside, and a little more overcast than before. His thoughts immediately were of Bret. That gorgeous hunk of god-in-flesh! He had hoped that he would see Bret again soon, preferably in dreams during his nap, but it was not so.
His reverie was broken by Chakotay's voice. "Colin! Hope you had a good nap! We need your help."
"Sure. We?" The question was partly answered when a dark-skinned, dark-haired, and dark-eyed Vulcan man stepped up onto the deck beside the other two.
"This is Tuvok," Chakotay said.
Colin extended his hand, which the Vulcan shook. "Colin Dover," the lieutenant offered. "Pleased to meet you, Tuvok."
The Vulcan gave a nod, then released Colin's hand. Suddenly, both men took their shirts off, which made Colin a little more than curious. Both were hairless, but Chakotay's body was still appealing, Colin reasoned. "We're going to be swimming down the inlet to gather some galoa-melons," the Native American explained. "We can't approach the trees from the land." Chakotay and Tuvok continued to undress, taking their pants off, until each was clothed only in a pair of form-fitting briefs.
Colin stared at both of the men's underpants for a moment and then looked up at their faces, asking, "Why can't we approach from the land?"
"There are sharp thistles and brambles covering the ground where they grow," Tuvok said. "They extend from where the trees grow for a mile in every direction, right up to the bank of the inlet." The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. "Interesting dilemma, since many in the colony consider the melons to be delicious and satisfying."
"Like thorns to a rose," Colin theorized.
The Vulcan nodded a little, looking to Chakotay, then back to him. "That would be apropos," Tuvok said.
"Well," Chakotay said, "aren't you going to undress?"
Colin hesitated. "Can't I swim in my clothes?"
"Of course you can," Chakotay replied. "But the water is very pleasant during this time of the day. And swimming in clothes severely detracts from the experience."
"Besides that," Tuvok added, "all of the garment reprocessors are off-line, and will be so until tomorrow morning. So, you would have to rely on hanging your clothes out to dry. And that would take quite a while."
Colin nodded, then reluctantly stripped down to his underwear. Chakotay smiled when Dover had cast the clothing aside. He placed his hand onto Colin's shoulder. "Let's get to it," the Native American said softly.
Tuvok and Chakotay stepped off of the dock and into the water. They both turned to Colin, waiting. The lieutenant was not used to stripping in front of others, having always been self-conscious about his body. Chakotay looked at him, almost expectantly.
Colin stood, then back up a little. "Is something the matter?" Tuvok queried.
Dover motioned for the two men to move out of the way, and each moved until they were a few feet apart. Colin then ran and dove into the water, which he had judged to be deep enough for diving. The pleasing temperature of the water greeted him as he glided through it. He always loved swimming, and he had believed for a time that he was at least part delphine, in spirit at least.
He came to the surface and smiled at the other two. "The trees are this way," Tuvok said, then began to swim in the indicated direction. Chakotay followed, then Colin followed last.
They arrived about twenty minutes later. Tuvok was the first to step onto the bank. Colin and Chakotay stood simultaneously. Chakotay had taken up the rear as they swam, staying close behind Colin. As they stood, Chakotay's front rubbed against Colin's back. The lieutenant could swear he felt a firmness as the other man's crotch rubbed, intentionally or not, against his buttocks.
Chakotay stepped around Dover and went to help Tuvok. Colin stared again at the two men, more at Chakotay, as they worked on picked the softball-sized melons from the trees. The men rolled the melons along the shore, and they floated as soon as they hit the water. When there were about a hundred in the water, all of which Colin had been keeping a close eye on, keeping them all from floating away, the other men joined him in the water, gathering the melons and pushing them so that they began to move in the direction of the house.
"These ought to last us a good week or so," said Seska, as she counted them. She looked up at Chakotay, then Tuvok, then Colin, and then gave them all a smile. "Good work, you three."
Chakotay smiled at her and he gave Colin's shoulder a slight squeeze. "Well, we had some good help with us," the Native American said. He looked Dover directly in the eye and smiled at him, winking. "What do you say to dinner with the rest of us?"
Dover nodded. "With the condition that I can go straight to bed afterward and sleep until at least midday tomorrow."
Tuvok gave a nod. "That is not unreasonable."
Chakotay chuckled a little and nodded in agreement with the Vulcan. "Sounds great. Colin, why don't you get washed up and we'll see you there."
Colin nodded. "Sure. See you in a short while, then."
Lt. Dover massaged his temples as he walked towards the house. The dinner was more like a medieval victory feast than a typical meal. He had to admit, this assignment was interesting, to say the least.
The others had been very friendly to him at dinner. He didn't feel as much like an outsider as he had thought he would. But there was one person who was not present at dinner whom he had really wanted to see. Bret. Beautiful Bret. Several others had also been absent from the meal, but Bret was the one he really wanted to see there. Some excuse had been given, like having to repair something-or-other in another part of the colony.
His fitting in here would become somewhat of a problem. If he made friends with these people, it would ruin the mission, akin in Colin's mind to throwing dirty plates out a window instead of washing them. Not the best analogy in the world, but he was too tired at the moment to think of another one.
He decided to sit on the porch which faced the inlet and relax for a moment or two before going in to finally sleep. He closed his eyes, taking in the days events, then heard steps nearby.
"Hello there," came a male voice, which caressed his ears. "I'm sorry that I missed dinner earlier." Colin opened his eyes and smiled. Bret was standing over him. Colin stood up from his chair, and he was only about two feet away from the other man. Bret smiled. "I was hoping that we could have that talk."
Bret's scent was just as strong as before. The aroma pervaded Colin's nostrils. He smiled again, and nodded. "Yes, Bret. I'd like that."
The other man took the lieutenant's hand in his. "Let's go to where my room is," Dawsen said. "It's beside the lake, on the other side of the main building. I have my own house. It's not very big. Only one story and two bedrooms. But I have a large bathroom and nice skylight in my bedroom."
"It sounds nice. Let's go."
They walked along the deck until they came to a sidewalk. "I knew Todd," Bret confessed. "He was a good man. He was only here for two months with us, but he fought well." The last ray of sunlight disappeared over the lake, cloaking the colony and the land surrounding in a soft blanket of nighttime. Bret glanced at Colin and then looked forward again. "He never mentioned his family at all."
"We were friends, but we never saw each other enough to become close ones," Colin offered, hating having to lie. When he had gone over the plan before arriving on Athenia, he hadn't minded in the least that he would have to do so. But it was different, somehow, now.
Shortly, they arrived at Bret's house. It was small, but it had a certain charm to it. "How many others have their own houses?" Dover asked.
"Quite a few of us, but they're all about this size. We're working on building more of them. The community house where you've been assigned was the first place we built here. We didn't have many people here then. Heavens, that was two years ago ... hard to believe that so much time has passed!"
He placed his palm up to the door panel. "Identity confirmed," came a voice not unlike that of the computer on the Odyssey. The door cracked open a little.
"As I said, it's not much, but it's my little place," Bret said as they walked in. It was sparsely decorated, but looked lived in and comfortable. "Would you care for something to drink?" Bret walked over to the replicator, then looked back at him.
"Oh, some volo juice would be nice," the lieutenant requested.
Bret smiled, then turned back to the replicator. "One glass of volo juice and one -- no, forget that. Two glasses of volo juice, please." The replicator chirped and hummed. Bret took the two glasses of juice, giving one to Colin, then gestured for him to sit down on the couch.
"Thanks, Bret." Colin took a sip of the juice. He loved saying the other man's name.
Dawsen took a sip of juice and made a sharp face. "Hmmm ...," he said. "It's a little like grapefruit juice."
Dover nodded. "Yes. I have a friend from Tyrus Seven-A who turned me on to it. It's a tad bitter, but the aftertaste has an interesting effect."
Bret took another sip and swallowed. "Yes! That's remarkable!" He took another sip, then set his glass down onto the table.
"So, what did you want to talk about, Bret?" Colin asked.
Bret smiled a little, then moved closer to him on the couch. "Well, I must confess. I didn't really want you here to just talk."
"That's what I thought."
Bret placed the backs of his fingers onto Dover's cheek, gently brushing up and down. The touch made his cheek tingle. A hormonal shiver went through Colin's body. "I think you're beautiful."
Colin placed his hand onto Bret's extended arm and held fast to it. "I feel the same way about you."
They moved a little bit closer, until their faces were a mere six inches away. Dawsen stared into Dover's eyes. "I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you." Bret gently kissed Colin, whose mouth opened to welcome Dawsen's tongue. The taste of volo juice was still in each one's mouth and, strangely, seemed to enhance the kiss a little.
They moved even closer. Bret's warm body was now in direct contact with Colin's. The larger man took him in his arms. They still kissed, each one feeling a synergy that went beyond the physical. To Colin, it was almost cosmic.
Bret stopped kissing him for a moment, but only to say, softly, "I haven't even shown you my room yet."
"By all means," Colin said.
"I don't want to let go of you. I love having you here in my arms. I'd ... I'd like to carry you, if that's all right with you."
"No complaints from me," Dover said, smiling.
Bret smiled and gently lifted him off of the couch. His arms were like those of a strong tree, cradling him like a hammock. Dawsen carried him through the house and into the bedroom, gently setting him down onto the bed. Bret then sat down beside him and leaned over. They kissed again, and this time, Dawsen raised Dover to a sitting position.
Bret broke the kiss, but only to unlace his shirt. Colin followed suit, removing his own. Once Bret was done, he cast his shirt aside, pulling Colin to him so that they were chest-to-chest. Bret's chest hair felt soft against Colin's body, a feeling that was truly arousing for both of them. Then Colin did something that he'd been wanting to do since he had first laid eyes upon Bret. He lowered his head and gently placed it onto the other man's chest, then slowly rubbed his face back and forth. He felt even more invigorating now that he was closest as he could be to Bret's augmented aroma.
Bret sighed and breathed deeply as Colin did this. "That feels so good!" he whispered, feeling his entire body tingle from the simple interface. He could feel his crotch swelling with fluid as Colin continued this exercise which, it seemed to Bret, that Colin didn't want to stop doing.
Colin's activity was arousing to himself, as well. He felt his penis increase in shape and rigidity as he continued to rub his face in Bret's chest hair. He then slowly moved to Bret's right nipple and began to lick it. Slowly at first, in circles, then he placed his entire mouth over it, applying a little suction. This made Bret gasp a bit. "Oh, _ yes_!! Please don't stop, Colin!"
He didn't think that he could stop. As much as this activity was being done, more for Bret's pleasure than his own, he was still feeling an increased arousal. Colin decided to try something a little different. He slowed his suction, then very gently, almost infinitesimally, he bit onto the nipple. It was more of a stroke than a bite.
Bret placed his arm around Colin's neck, cradling his head as he began this new activity. "You seem to know all of my body's target spots!" he whispered, then gently bent down to touch his tongue slightly to Colin's ear. "I want to make love to you so badly!"
Colin stopped what he was doing and kissed him. "I want that, too!" They changed positions, taking off their underwear in the process. Bret laid Colin down onto the bed, their penises touching and pressing together.
They kissed again, then Bret rested his chin in his palm, his arm bent, elbow resting on the bed, to Colin's right. He ran his right forefinger down Colin's forehead, down his nose, then stopped at the dimple above his lip. "Seska was right," he muttered.
Colin wrinkled his nose a little. "Seska?"
Bret smiled and nodded, running his fingers through Colin's hair. "Yes. She told me that ... that the Prophets would send someone to us. To me. Someone wonderful. I believe that someone is you, Colin Dover." He kissed Colin again, then repositioned him so that they were now both mouth-to-crotch. Colin wrapped his fingers around Bret's penis, squeezing a little, and felt Bret doing the same to him.
Colin placed his lips to Bret's penis, then opened his mouth, allowing the swollen organ entry. Each move he made was mimicked by Bret. Bret's mouth was warm and the wetness aroused him even more. Each man began to slowly move their hips back and forth.
Colin wanted to stay here, with Bret, forever. He couldn't care less if he never got back to the Odyssey. This felt too good! It felt too right!
The movement of mouth and hips increased. Colin could feel his penis tingling, and that prompted him to focus on Bret's penis. He increased his speed as he moved his mouth up and down on the organ. A few moments later, Colin began to get the feeling that orgasm was not far away. The movement of Bret's mouth on his penis had increased even more, giving Colin the impression that Bret was also not far from the brink. Another moment later, Bret tensed up a bit.
"Mmmm ...," Dawsen uttered, or at least that's what it sounded like. Colin did the same, since he was right on the edge, as he assumed Bret was as well. Both of their bodies tensed as they entered the realm of what to both was a physical, emotional, spiritual, and psychic experience all in one. Colin felt the hot liquid course into his throat and he felt his own body release its fluid into Bret's throat.
Colin swallowed, and felt Bret doing the same. He felt what he would have described as aftershocks. Tense, miniature spasms which followed orgasm. He kept his mouth in place for a few moments, as did Bret. Then, both men each released the other's organ. Bret pulled Colin around so that they were now face to face. Colin could still taste Bret's fluid, and he liked it.
Without saying a word, they kissed, mixing what fluid was left in their mouths together. Colin ran his hand over Bret's chest, and felt his own penis becoming rigid again. After they broke the kiss, he looked into Bret's eyes. "I want more," the lieutenant said.
Bret smiled at him, licking his own lips. "As do I."
The two men kissed as Bret picked Colin up and moved him into a sitting position. Dawsen then left and went into the bathroom. Colin was left wondering for a moment, but then Bret returned with a small jar filled with a clear substance. He opened the lid, then sat down beside Dover. Bret placed the jar onto the bed, and the lid down beside it. The larger man gently pushed Colin down onto the bed, in a laying position.
Bret then dipped his finger into the jar, then gently touched it to the opening between Colin's buttocks. The substance made them tingle. "May I?" Bret asked.
Colin nodded. "I am yours. You may do whatever you wish to do." And he meant it. Bret kissed his forehead and then smeared some of the substance around Dover's anus, gently. Colin figured that the substance must have some kind of chemical in it to enhance pleasure. Bret applied some more of the gel to his finger, then very slowly and gently placed his finger deep into the opening. Instinctively, Colin's muscles in that area contracted, squeezing Bret's finger. Bret closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearly imagining how that would feel on another part of him in just a few short minutes. He kissed Colin again, then reached his free hand into the jar, taking a good helping of the substance and then smearing it all over his own penis.
Bret shivered at the feeling, as the chemicals in the gel penetrated his skin and went directly into his bloodstream. He didn't think that he could be more aroused, but the feeling he was getting made him sure that the skin around his penis would split from trying to conform to a constantly growing shape. His other finger continued to apply the gel to the inside of the opening in Colin's backside.
Colin was now feeling the effect of the chemicals in the gel, and his opening, he would swear to it, was aching for Bret to fill it. He closed his eyes, and Bret moved forward, aiming until he found where he wanted to go. Colin breathed deeply, as no one had ever done this to him before. The pain made him wince, but he didn't care. This was Bret's penis, and he knew that the pain would subside, yielding to untold pleasure.
Bret was now fully inside him, and sat there for a few moments, waiting for any signal from Colin to start moving his hips. Colin was enjoying the feeling of being truly physically connected to the man of his dreams. He looked up at the furry man and nodded.
Bret began to slowly move back and forth, an action which Colin immediately responded to. The jar was just within his reach, and he grabbed it. He took some of the gel out, and spread it over his own organ, rubbing it all over, then grasping his penis, closing his fingers around it and matching Bret's rhythm.
"So warm!" Bret commented. "Feels like you've got a fever!" Colin squeezed his muscles as tightly as he could, which got a quick facial reaction from Dawsen.
Bret slowly increased his pace, as did Colin. Every now and then Colin would squeeze and Bret would let out a gasp, then he'd grin. Colin wondered how far Bret was from a second orgasm. He himself was not far away from one.
As Bret's speed increased, so did Colin's. Bret began to utter sounds that meant he was on the verge again. At the same moment, Colin could feel his own body tensing up again. Then, Bret's sound's became more frequent and louder. Colin found himself at the point of no return. He felt his muscles contracting, squeezing onto Bret's penis, which he could feel releasing its warm liquid into him. Colin's abdomen was now covered with fluid. Bret relaxed a little and looked at the puddle on Colin's stomach. He pulled Dover up to him, chest-to-chest, and kissed him.
Colin didn't want Bret to pull out of him. Ever. If he had to stay like this for the remainder of his life, he would be happy. Bret broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Colin's. He felt Bret beginning to pull out, and said, "No. Not yet. Stay like this. I like it."
"So do I. Do you want to shower?"
"Yes." But he was too comfortable with Bret's current position. "Can you stay like this and carry me into the bathroom?"
Bret nodded, picking him up, his penis still firm inside him. "I would love to."
They got into the shower, Bret's penis still in place, holding the two of them together. At that point, Colin realized that he had to release Bret or they would not be able to bathe properly. He did this slowly, relaxing as he did so, but squeezing hard as the last inch made its way out.
"Ooh," Bret whispered and shuddered. He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature to just above lukewarm. The water actually felt a bit cold to Colin, but he figured that it was due to his own body temperature being elevated. Colin threw his head back and let the water hit his face, then leaned forward, wetting his hair. Bret had already gotten a bottle of shampoo and had poured some of the teal liquid into his hand.
Colin was about to take the bottle from him to get his own shampoo, when Bret moved the bottle to the shelf and said, "Let me." He placed his hand onto Colin's head and then massaged the shampoo in with both hands. Colin let him do it. Bret gently took his head and rinsed the shampoo from Dover's hair.
Colin then took the shampoo and poured some into his hand. "And allow me," he said, dividing the blob and placing one part into his other hand. He put his left hand onto Bret's head, and his right onto Bret's chest.
Bret grinned as Colin lathered up his head and chest. He kissed the lieutenant as he did this, then broke to rinse his hair. Colin still continued to lather up his chest. The shampoo had a somewhat floral scent to it. He looked up to Bret and was about to ask, when the other man simply said, "Freesia, grown right here on Athenia."
This prompted Colin to ask him about the cologne that Bret wore. "I was really ... turned on by whatever cologne you were wearing earlier. What was it?"
"Halston Z-Fourteen. A very popular fragrance from late twentieth-century Earth. I've actually analyzed the cologne. It's made with a natural aphrodisiac. It actually smells better once it mixes with body oils and pheromones. It's especially potent when worn by men with lots of body hair. Like me."
"I adore hairy men," Colin said softly, still lathering Bret's chest.
"I never would've known ...," Bret said, then grinned.
They kissed again, and Bret stepped into the water to rinse himself off. "I could stay here forever with you," Dover said.
"Will you stay at least for the evening?"
"I'd love to."
"I told Chakotay and the others that I'd be inviting you to spend the evening in my house, so as not to worry if they didn't find you in your room the next day."
"Thanks."
Bret shut off the water and grabbed their towels. When they were sufficiently dry, they went back into the bedroom. Colin sat down on the bed, and Bret was picking up the jar, looking at it.
"I really loved being ... connected to you," Colin remarked. "I'd ... I'd like to ... well, if it'd be comfortable for you to do so, I'd ... I'd like ... to sleep, well ... connected to you."
Bret smiled. "I would love that." He then took a small amount of the gel from the jar and lathered up his once-again hardening organ. He took a smaller amount from the jar and spread it gently into Colin's opening. Colin closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Bret's finger. But he would enjoy Bret's penis even more.
Bret wiped his hand off on a nearby towel, then cast it aside. He carefully lifted Colin's legs and then entered into the waiting opening. Once fully in, he turned Colin onto his side. Colin's face was directly in Bret's chest hair, which was fine with both of them. "Comfortable?" Dawsen asked.
"Very," Dover replied.
Bret kissed him. "Good night, Colin. Pleasant dreams."
Colin closed his eyes. "Good night, Bret. You, too." Dover felt very comfortable in this position, cradled by Bret's arms. It did not take long for sleep to find them both.
Warmth. All around him. For the first time in his life, Colin woke up feeling the right "warm" temperature that he had always wanted to. The doctor on the Odyssey had told him that his circulation was slightly poor, ergo his waking up and not being as warm as he had wanted to be.
But this was different. He certainly couldn't attribute this wonderful warmth to sudden, improved circulation. The source of his warmth was wrapped about him almost like a cloak. Bret's hairy body was interlocked with Colin's in at least five different spots.
Colin reached up and ran his fingers through Bret's chest hair. This prompted Bret to stir a little. Dawsen opened his eyes and smiled. He drew Colin closer and kissed him. While they did this, each man shifted position until they were front-to-front, face-to-face. Bret carefully sat up, pulling Colin with him, so that Colin's face was right in his chest. Dover leaned down to kiss Bret's right nipple, then licked it a little.
Bret pulled him closer, rubbing Colin's face into his chest hair. He then shifted his hips a little. This action made Colin's penis begin to swell. Colin had almost forgotten how they had fallen asleep. He, in turn, moved his hips back and forth, causing a deep intake of breath on Bret's part. Dawsen stared into Colin's eyes for a moment, then smiled, shuddering a little at how good the movement felt.
Colin loved the feeling that he was getting from Bret's shifting his organ in and out, slowly at first, then a little faster. Then, a little faster. Then faster. Colin began to shift in time and rhythm to Bret. Soon, both were not far from orgasm, and they kissed, holding onto one another for dear life, as if letting go would mean losing this moment forever.
Bret broke this kiss to utter a deep sound of pleasure. Colin continued to move his own hips, and brushed his face in Bret's chest hair as he did so. "Ohh, that feels great," Bret muttered, almost in a whisper. "You feel so incredible!" Then, Bret's body surged, as did Colin's.
Colin held on to Bret even tighter. Together, their bodies gave up their reproductive fluid willingly, and both men reveled in the moment. As their muscles relaxed, they both took deep, recovering breaths. Bret practically collapsed over Colin, holding him, cradling him.
Dover never wanted to leave this room. He was quite certain that Bret felt the same way. Colin felt Bret's hand on his head, running his fingers through his hair. He looked up at the Maquis. Just twenty-four hours ago, he hadn't even known this man's name. And didn't care. But ... he had bonded with him. And now, Colin couldn't imagine being without Bret.
"I think a shower is in order," Bret whispered, then gently pulled out of Colin. Colin closed his eyes, wanting Bret to stay inside a little longer, but liking the feeling of departure at the same time.
"Sounds nice to me," Dover agreed, as they rose from the bed and sauntered into the washroom.
As Bret started the water, he turned to Colin. "I've got quite a bit of work to do today, Colin. More than just repairing replicators and garment processors. And I imagine that Seska could use a hand at our security center, watching for Cardassians." Colin nodded. Bret smiled at him. "Of course, I'd like to spend the rest of the day with you, here in the house."
"So would I." They stepped into the stream of water and began bathing. When they had soaped up, Bret took him into his arms. "Bret?"
"Yes?"
"I ... I want to ... I want to spend more time with you. Much more time."
Bret nodded. "I think I could get used to that." He grinned and kissed Colin's forehead.
"When this is all over ... fighting the Cardassians and all, I mean, I'd ... I'd like to stay with you. For good." Bret regarded him for a moment, then looked upwards. "What is it? Did I say something to upset you?"
"Oh, no. No. It's just that ... when you said, 'when this is all over,' it just ... struck a chord within me."
"Would you want to share that with me?"
Bret was silent, washing Colin's hair, thinking. "About three and a half years ago, my sister, Corinne, and I were serving aboard the Berlioz. Also on board was ... my lover, Jason. We all were sent into Cardassian space on a reconnaissance mission, to gather information about biogenic weapons. Corinne was the second CMO, and Jason was a medical technician. I was Chief of Security. Anyway, when we arrived at our location, we were immediately ambushed by Cardassians. I was knocked out. I didn't know what had happened to Corinne and Jason." He paused, swallowing, and then went on. "When I woke up in Sickbay back on my ship, I was told that Jason and my sister had been killed." He paused, and Colin increased his grip around Bret's waist.
Colin let out a breath. "I ... I'm sorry," he said.
Bret looked down at him, then held him tighter. "Those damned Cardassians! They took away the only two people that I really cared about." Bret turned Colin's head so that they were looking eye-to-eye. "And that is why I joined the Maquis. And I'll never let those spoonheads take anyone from me ever again!"
Colin had never felt this way about anyone before, and he knew that Bret was referring to him in the last statement. "I ... I'm glad. That you won't ... that you won't let them hurt me."
"Oh, Colin, I know this may sound nuts, but ... but I really care about you. It's so strange, though."
"Strange, maybe. But nice. And mutual."
Bret smirked a little and kissed him. "So," Dawsen said after the kiss, "what about you? What's your story, other than being Todd Lucas' cousin?"
Colin took in a deep breath, then let it out, ready to spill his guts about the mission, ready to completely let down his captain. But at this point, the mission no longer mattered to him. "Well, Bret, it all started when Captain Da--"
He was interrupted by a voice over Bret's comm system. "Seska to Dawsen! We've got trouble out here!! You'd better come quickly!!"
The comm line closed before Bret even had a chance to respond. Quickly, the two men exited the shower and hurriedly dressed. Bret pulled two phasers out of a nearby endtable drawer and shoved one into Colin's hand. "You'll need that," Dawsen said, then tore out of the house with Dover trailing behind, a little befuddled.
Outside, two Cardassian scout vessels hovered in the atmosphere just above the village. Chakotay came running up behind them. "Sorry to disturb your ... nap," the Native American said, as tactfully as he could given the situation. "They showed up about fifteen minutes ago on our sensors in the control center. We don't have sufficient weapons to defend ourselves against the ships, but if they send people to the ground, we should be able to take them on!"
"Why are they here?" Colin asked, knowing that it sounded like a dumb question, but he needed to know.
"They've been trying to get at this planet for some time now," Chakotay answered. "It's right on the border of the DMZ, just barely edged into their space by almost nonexistent numbers."
"Figures," Colin said, rolling his eyes. He turned to Bret. "What if we could beam aboard their ships and disable their weapons?"
"We'd thought about that before," Bret responded. "But their shields are set just so that when they're finished transporting, the shields come back on-line right afterwards."
"I've had some tactical training," Colin confessed. "I'll bet there's a way to beam in just when they're beaming down! I'll go to the control center and see what I can do." And he left before giving either man a chance to respond.
Bret went running after him. "Wait up!!"
In the control center, Tuvok and Seska were scanning the Cardassian ships' shields for a break. "Seska," Colin said, out of breath, as he came running up to her, "I think that I may know of a way to get aboard!"
The Bajoran woman stepped aside. "Be my guest," she said.
Colin looked over the schematics, tapped the panel a few times, and perused them some more. "We may be able to set transport to coincide with one of theirs. I'll try and set this so that when they begin to beam people down, we can do a simultaneous transport."
Tuvok raised an eyebrow. "An interesting idea," he said. "I hope it works."
"So do I," Colin said. He tapped away at the panel, setting the computer to begin transport the very millisecond that the shields fell on the scout ships.
"I'll go with you," Bret said.
Colin nodded, and kept tapping the panel before him. Two others volunteered to go aboard the other ship, and Colin nodded to them as well.
Lt. Dover finished at the panel, then ran to the nearby replicator. "Computer, plastique, four pieces, one-quarter of a pound each."
The computer chirped, then gave off its much-dreaded "error" sound. "Unable to comply," the female voice said. "User does not have proper authorization to request that material. Authorization code required."
"What's plastique?" Seska queried.
"It's a plastic-based explosive from twentieth-century Earth," Colin said. "Very compact and powerful and they wouldn't be expecting us to use it. It would take out their weapons and shields systems very easily."
Seska walked over to the replicator. "Computer, Authorization Seska Delta Two Five," she said.
The computer chirped. "Code accepted." The replicator hummed and produced four objects that looked like gray bricks. Each one had a six-inch-long string sticking out of it. Colin retrieved the items from the tray, handing one to Bret, and one to each of the two volunteers.
"How does it work?" Seska asked.
"You light the string, then run!! We'll need you to be keeping a sharp eye on us from down here. Give us twelve minutes to place the explosives. Then, at the next available transport window, beam us out!"
"Sure thing, but why twelve minutes?"
"Because fifteen is too long, and ten is not long enough," Colin responded. He looked up at Bret. He wanted to just take Bret to a safe place be held by him right now. "Ready?"
Dawsen nodded.
"I've got one coming up," Seska said over the beeping of the panel in front of her. She turned to glance at the four people on the transporter pad behind her. "It'll be awfully close!"
"We're ready," Bret said, setting his phaser, then clasping Colin's hand. Colin looked up at his paramour, and Bret looked at him, giving a wink.
Another beep from the console signaled Seska to begin. "Initiating transport," she said, and soon the four forms dissolved into bluish-silver light.
"All ground troops are set to attack," one of the Cardassians on the bridge of the first ship said.
The gul's mouth formed a smile. "Good. We'll finally be able to take out those meddlesome Maquis for good and then we can colonize this place!" He was about to say something else, but the sound of a familiar, but non-Cardassian transporter whine filled his ears.
He looked about the bridge, but saw no one out of place. "What was that?" the gul asked. "Did you hear that?"
"Yes," the tactical officer replied. "I did."
"So did I," the first officer said.
"So did I," the ops officer said.
"So did I," came a voice from behind him. The gul whirled around just in time to see Bret Dawsen firing a phaser at him, then he lost consciousness. Before any of the others could react, Bret knocked out two more with phaser fire, and Colin came out of his hiding place and took out the rest.
They were now the only two conscious beings on the bridge. "Nice work, Lover," Bret said. He went over to Colin and pulled him into a deep kiss. Colin threw an arm around him, not wanting to let go. Afterward, he turned to face the helm control panel and fired, shorting it out and melting it completely. "Damn, you're good!"
Colin winked at Bret and started for the lift. "You don't know that half of it yet!"
Dawsen and Dover sneaked into the engine room, which was virtually empty, and sought out the targeting scanners, shield controls, and weapons systems. Colin had studied a little bit of Cardassian technology at the Academy, and he hoped that he would recognize the symbols for these three systems.
Apparently, Bret had found either the weapons or shields controls, because he was planting his bar of plastique. "Now," Bret whispered, "we simply have to find the weapons systems control." Dawsen turned and joined Colin in searching. They crawled into a tunnel similar to a Jeffries tube and searched. "Seska told me that sometimes the Cardassians like to hide their control systems in unconventional places, like possibly in here somewhere."
Colin gave him a funny look, but kept crawling through the tube. "How does Seska know something like that?"
"She told me that she had been kidnapped by them once and spent several weeks on board a scout ship, probably just like this one." They came to an access junction, and then sat for a moment. Bret looked into Colin's face and gave him a smile, but his look changed, his brow furrowing.
"What's the matter?"
Bret then smiled. "I think that we just hit paydirt!" He gently nudged Dover out of the way and indicated that he'd been sitting in front of the weapons systems main control bank, which was planted into the wall. Colin handed him the other plastique brick, which Dawsen slapped into place. He pulled his phaser and fired at the string to light it. "Let's go!"
They wasted no time shuffling out of the junction and back down the tunnel. Bret went over to the other piece of carefully-placed explosive, then lit its string as well. He grabbed Colin, firmly but careful not to harm him, and they ran out of the engine room.
Just as they exited the doors, an explosion from deep within the ship reported, shaking the floor beneath their feet. "Weapons," Bret said, winking at Colin.
And then a few seconds later, a more nearby explosion, which rattled the floor several times more intensely, caused both of them to tumble down, but neither was injured.
Colin landed on top of Bret. He didn't move just yet, taking in the scent of the Z-14 cologne which Bret wore. "And shields ...," Dover said softly, then pressed his lips against Bret's. He then rested his head against Dawsen's chest, and was delighted to feel the tingle and hear the familiar whine of the transporter whisking them away.
The position that the two men were in garnered some very interesting looks from the people in the control center. Especially from Seska. She looked at both of them, arms folded, with a half-smile, half-smirk on her face, and eyebrows raised.
Colin looked at the Bajoran woman and smiled uneasily. "Um ... mission accomplished," he managed to say.
Seska nodded. "Apparently so." Her facial expression hadn't changed.
"We ... we actually wound up like this, I mean, I fell on top of him and ...," Colin trailed off.
Seska regarded the two men as one would two mischievous children. She then smiled.
Dawsen and Dover got to their feet just as the other two volunteers were beaming back. One of them said, "Mission accomplished."
The control panel where Tuvok sat beeped. "The Cardassians ships are hailing us. Opening a channel."
Two angry Cardassians filled the viewscreen. "That wasn't very nice."
"As if invading our home was very nice," Dawsen countered.
Seska took over. "Your ground troops have all been captured. We suggest that you beam them back and then leave this place at once!" She turned from the viewscreen , then swiftly faced it again. "And there won't be a 'next time'."
The Cardassians vanished as the screen went dead. Seska forced out a breath, shaking her head. Chakotay stepped up to the Bajoran and placed his hand onto her shoulder. She turned to him and managed a wan smile. The Native American turned to face the others. "Next time we might have to deal with more than just scout ships. Any suggestions for preventative measures?"
"How about some cloaked buoys?" Bret spoke up. "Ones that scramble transporter signals so that they can't beam down."
Seska and Chakotay gave a simultaneous nod.
"What about some cloaked mines?" Colin offered. "We could set them to creep up to a ship's hull and then explode. That might buy us some time, at least."
"Sounds like a good idea," Chakotay said. "Well, let's work up some additional ideas, folks."
The group split up. Bret smiled at Colin and hugged him. "Colin, I've got some work to do, but I'm going to program my door to respond to your handprint. That is ... if you'd like to bunk with me?"
Colin grinned. "As if you had to ask!"
Bret smiled and kissed his forehead.
"I'm going to help out here and see if I can make some of these ideas into workable product."
"Okay. I'll see you later. Dinner at 1900?"
"Sounds perfect."
After working in and around the complex for many hours, Colin headed towards the showers at the house by the inlet, since it was closer than Bret's at the moment, and so that he could pick up his stuff.
There were no private stalls, only community showers. He hated them. He'd only had to used them once, and he didn't like their lack of privacy. I'll only be a few minutes, he thought, so probably no one will see me.
Colin undressed and proceeded to shower. The next thing he knew, two men were standing near the shower, watching him. Feeling uneasy, he turned from them and continued to bathe, as if they weren't there. Then, Tuvok and Chakotay walked in, standing across from the first two men, so that Colin was surrounded.
After an uncomfortable minute, he glanced at each pair of men. "Should I do a little striptease dance?"
Chakotay spoke. "No, that won't be necessary ... lieutenant."
Colin knew he couldn't get away. "You know," he said flatly.
Chakotay nodded. "I'm afraid we'll have to put you in the brig for now. You've got some serious explaining to do, Mr. Dover."
Colin shut off the water.
Colin sat in the brig, the only sound being the slight hum of the forcefield which prevented him from leaving his cell.
He reflected upon how a mere 72 hours previous, he hadn't known any of these Maquis. Not Chakotay, not Tuvok, not Seska. Not even Bret. He wondered how Bret would react when he found out. Of course he wouldn't be rejoicing, but Colin still pondered the degree of reaction he would encounter.
Damn those Cardassians, he thought. If only they had arrived ten minutes later, I could have confessed everything to Bret. Dover just hadn't had the chance to begin ...
His thought stream was interrupted by the arrival of Seska, Tuvok, Chakotay, and Bret. Seska glared at him, Tuvok retained typical Vulcan composure, Chakotay peered silently and stolidly at him, and Bret just stared at him, face unreadable.
Dawsen took a step forward, then turned slightly towards the trio behind him, but didn't face them. "I'd like some time alone with him," Bret said. The other three vacated the premises, leaving only Bret, Colin, and a security guard sitting at a control panel a few feet from the cell.
Bret took another step closer to the cell which held Colin. Then another. Bret was silent for a moment, then folded his arms. "I'm waiting," he said.
Colin let out a long sigh. "I tried to tell you when we were in the shower this morning, but then the Cardassians came and I didn't get the chance."
"You had plenty of time later in the day after the spoonheads left," Dawsen said flatly. "You could have accompanied me when I went to do repair work and told me then."
"I was going to tell you later this evening--"
"When, at dinner? That would've made the meal complete!"
"Would your reaction have been any less than it is now?"
Dawsen shrugged. "I suppose not." He took another step closer. "Spill it. _ All_ of it."
Colin sighed again. "Okay. My full name is Colin Allan Dover. My rank is full lieutenant, and I serve on board the USS Odyssey, registry NCC-2001-C, commanded by Capt. Julie Davidson. I'm a security officer and was given this assignment four days ago. My mission was to infiltrate this Maquis cell and gather as much information as possible, then report back one week from today."
Bret was silent, drinking it all in. "Are you related in any way to Todd Lucas?"
"Not to my knowledge. I was told that his family background is mostly unknown and that a cousin of his arriving to take his place would be least suspicious."
Bret turned to the security guard, who merely looked up at him, then both focused on Colin again. "Do you intend any harm to anyone in this colony?"
"No."
"Do you intend to do any damage to any property here?"
"No."
"Will you report what you have learned here back to your captain?"
"I don't know."
Bret took another step forward. "Do you love me?"
"What?"
"I said, 'do you love me?'"
Colin paused. "Yes, I do love you."
"Why?"
"Well ... I just ..." He forced out a breath. "Look, I came here to spy on you. All of you. And to report my findings to Capt. Davidson. I didn't want to come here! My life was just fine on the Odyssey. I mean, I didn't know you, and I didn't care!"
"But now?"
"But now ... now ... now it's ... different." Colin shook his head. He stood and walked towards the forcefield but stopped just and inch away from the energy barrier. "And that is the truth."
Bret glanced at the security guard, who merely gave him a nod. After looking back and forth between Colin and the guard several times, he took another step forward, so that he and Colin were no more than four feet apart. Without turning, Bret said, "Lower it."
The energy barrier collapsed. Bret stepped up and into the cell. He placed his hand onto Colin's face. Tears streamed down the smaller man's cheeks. Bret drew him into a sturdy embrace. Colin began to cry at full force. Bret ran his fingers through his hair while he held him.
"I'm sorry," Colin whimpered. "I - I - I'm so sorry!!" He held fast to Bret, never wanting to let go.
"I know. I know."
"I - I really do love you Bret! Please, don't ever let go!"
"I love you, too, Colin. And I won't unless you want me to."
His crying continued, and Bret held him tighter. "I never ... wanted ... t-t--"
"I know. It's all right, now." Bret turned to the security guard. "Give me a site-to-site, Jaran. You know where." The guard nodded and tapped the panel a few times.
"Where ... where are we going?"
"Home," Bret managed to say, just before both were bathed in electric-blue light.
They re-materialized in Bret's bedroom. He gently picked Colin up and placed him onto the bed. After removing Colin's clothes as well as his own so that both were clothed only in underpants, he crawled into the bed next to him. Colin put his left arm around Bret, and placed his right hands onto Bret's chest, running his fingers through the soft forest there. Bret smiled and then drew Colin into a deep kiss, relaxing and soothing. "Lights," Bret said, and the room went dark. "Let's sleep for now," he whispered into Colin's ear.
Colin woke the next morning still wrapped in an embrace with Bret. So comfortable, it was. Bret must have felt him stirring, and opening his eyes. He looked deep into Colin's blue eyes and then kissed him.
Colin kissed back, and the kiss deepened. He could feel his penis beginning to fill with fluid, and as quick shift of his hips told him that the same thing was happening to Bret. He ran his fingers across Bret's chest, then rubbed his face in the soft carpet of hair. Colin gently licked his lover's right nipple, then nibbled ever so slightly on it. Bret's sigh of pleasure prompted Colin to do the same to the other nipple.
Bret ran his fingers through Colin's hair and then pulled him closer. They kissed again and sat up together. Colin placed his tongue at the top of Bret's chest and then ran it slowly downward. When he reached his lover's underwear, he ran his tongue along the white cloth, tracing the erection from root to tip.
They both discarded their underpants and let their penises touch. Each held the other's turgid organ, gently squeezing. They lay back down, this time head-to-penis, and the two men began to lick each other's organs.
When each man had a penis in his mouth, they moved in rhythm with one another, back and forth. Bret was able to reach into the nightstand drawer and grab the container of blue gel which he had used before. He applied a little to his right middle finger, then passed the gel onto Colin, who then did the same.
After massaging Colin's outer sphincter, and seeing the pleasure it brought by the look on his face, Bret probed a little deeper, until he found the other man's prostate. Bret gently massaged it, and Colin's mouth seemed to tighten a little around the penis inside it.
Then, Colin began to do the same to Bret, massaging his prostate. Both men were in perfect, synchronous rhythm now. The mutual massage brought both of them closer to orgasm much quicker than they would normally be.
Colin slowed his oral motion a bit, a silent signal for Bret to do the same, which he received loud and clear. Then, Colin increased his pace, as did Bret. Soon, both men found themselves at the edge of the brink.
"Mmmhh ...," Bret muttered. Then he made the same sound again, letting Colin know that he was about to go over the edge. Colin made similar noises in acknowledgment.
Both men went into spasms at the same moment, their mouths filling with semen, each one swallowing the other's fluid, hungering for more. Each man's finger was squeezed tightly by contracting sphincters. A moment later, all seminal liquid was spent and completely consumed.
They lingered, penises-in-mouths, for several minutes before pulling out and switching positions so that they were face-to-face. They kissed. Colin loved the taste of Bret's semen, and by the way Bret was kissing him, he was certain the larger man felt the same way about his own.
Bret's penis was still firm, as was Colin's. Dawsen grabbed the gel and took some into the palm of his hand, then lathered it onto his penis. Seeing him do that made Colin want to feel it inside of him again. He took the container from Bret and put some of the gel onto his finger, then stuck it into his anus.
Dawsen's green eyes peered into Dover's, and the larger man smiled. "Do you want me to?" he asked Colin.
"Oh yes!"
Bret smiled and got into position, on his knees and back straightened up. Colin lowered himself and impaled himself all the way to the base. Waves of pain that lasted only seconds shot through him. His face tensed and then relaxed, and he looked at Bret, whose own face conveyed only pleasure. "You okay?"
Colin nodded and lay back on the bed as Bret began to move his hips back and forth. Colin took a small amount of the gel and applied it to his penis, grinning at the tingling sensation it caused. I'll have to replicate a huge jar of this stuff, he thought.
The motion of Bret's hips increased, as did that of Colin's hand. Both men reached orgasm at the same moment. Colin loved the feel of semen warming his insides as he coated his abdomen with his own. Without pulling out first, Bret lay down on top of his lover, hugging him.
They got into the shower and began to bathe. Colin let Bret wash his hair as he had before, and Bret let him lather up his chest hair with shampoo, as he had done before. After they rinsed off they kissed and embraced briefly, letting the hot water wash over them.
They got out of the shower and got dressed, both in tank tops and shorts. Bret went into the kitchen and began to make breakfast. Even though he had a replicator, he preferred to prepare some foods the "old-fashioned" way. He also had a toaster, as well as other similar appliances, and a refrigerator, where he kept many non-replicated foods, such as eggs, butter, bread, milk, and various cheeses.
Colin walked in and sat down on a stool in front of the bar and watched Bret. "Need any help?"
"Nope. You just sit there and relax. I'll do the cooking."
"Sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Bret?"
"Hm?"
"How ... how did you know that I was telling the truth when you came to see me?"
"Do you remember Jaran, the security guard?"
"Yes."
"He's a Betazoid."
"I see. Good thing that he was on duty then."
Bret poured the eggs-and-cheese mixture he'd been working on into the skillet, then went over to Colin, placing a hand onto his cheek and kissing him on the forehead. "Believe you me, that was no accident."
Colin furrowed his brow. "So you arranged it?"
"Hey, I wanted to make sure that the wonderful guy I met was for real."
"I just wish that we hadn't had to meet under such circumstances."
"So do I." Bret mixed the skillet's contents together, then prepared several slices of toast.
"I still don't know what's going to happen when the Odyssey passes by in a week. I really don't want to leave. I really wish that I could bring you back with me ..."
Bret paused, then went back to stirring the egg mixture, then buttering the toast. He turned to Colin. "Perhaps you can."
"How?"
Bret gave him a sly smile. "Well, technically, I've been on assignment since I've been gone from Starfleet."
"I don't follow."
Dawsen turned back to his cooking and continued. "Capt. Gray of the Berlioz gave me extended leave time after the incident which claimed Corinne's and Jason's lives. We'd heard rumors about an underground group forming to fight against the Cardassians, and I told him that I would look into it and report what I found to him. So, he granted me the open-ended leave time, so long as I sent him regular reports. Every now and then I send him one, full of vague details, common knowledge that everyone has already, of Maquis activity. Anyway, I haven't sent a report for a few months, since it was getting extremely risky to do so." He dished the eggs out onto two plates and did the same with the toast. He handed one plate to Colin. "So, I've neither officially left Starfleet, nor have I fully joined the Maquis. I'm more of a maintenance man around here than anything."
"What do the others think? About me staying with you."
"Which others?"
"Chakotay. Seska."
"I wouldn't know. Chakotay told me that he, Seska, Tuvok, and about ten others were leaving the colony last night." He sat down across from Colin and handed him a set of silverware and a napkin. "Ooh! Forgot our drinks." He went over to the replicator and tapped the panel a few times. Two glasses materialized and he brought than over to the table with him.
"They left?"
Bret nodded. "They're a bit nomadic, only staying in one place for a few weeks at a time."
"I didn't mean to change the subject like that, Bret. Please go on with your story."
"That's basically it. If I were to tell Capt. Gray that I wanted to come back to the Berlioz, I could."
Colin stared at his glass for a moment, as if listening to it for advice, then looked up. "Would you ... would you want to come to my ship? And serve on the Odyssey with me?"
Bret tilted his head slightly upwards, considering the idea. "I think that would be okay. What about you with me on the Berlioz?"
"That would be okay, too. I'm sure that Capt. Davidson would approve of it. In either case."
"I'm glad were thinking alike. The only thing is, I'd miss this place." He looked around the kitchen. "All of my appliances, books, personal items ... my bed."
"It is pretty comfortable!"
Bret grinned. "I had it specially made for the ultimate in comfort as well as correct spinal support. I'm a stickler when it comes to sleeping comfortably. But, I'd leave it behind, if I could be with you, Colin." He reached across and took Dover's hand, squeezing it.
"I'd gladly do the same for you, Bret." Colin leaned over and kissed him.
A few days later, Colin's tricorder began to beep. He'd originally set it to detect and record a coded message from the Odyssey, but it had originally been programmed to be silent when the message arrived. He and Bret were packing some things to take with them, and since they'd be moving about the house in doing so, Colin wanted to know the very minute that the message was received.
He tapped his insignia, which he'd placed onto his shirt upon waking up this morning. "Dover to Odyssey. I can speak safely."
"We are ready for your report, Lieutenant," came the voice of Cdr. S'Ber, the ship's half-Terran, half-Vulcan first officer.
"There was a Cardassian attack here last week, Commander. Most of the Maquis who were here have left for fear of a second attack. There are no weapons being stocked here and there's nothing else to report. I'd like to request permission to return to the ship."
"I will speak to the captain and get right back to you, Lieutenant."
"Another Starfleet officer would like to leave with me. Lt. Bret Dawsen of the USS Berlioz."
"My old ship," S'Ber remarked. "I'll let the captain know. I will contact you within the hour. S'Ber out."
Bret flopped down onto the couch, two duffel bags in hand. "This is all that I could carry. I suppose I can replicate anything that I've forgotten."
Colin placed his own duffel bag beside the other two, and then sat down beside him, leaning into him. Bret put an arm around him. "So, I guess we wait?"
The other man nodded.
Capt. Davidson's ready room was a welcome sight to Colin. "Welcome back, Lieutenant," Davidson said to Dover, then looked over at Dawsen. "And welcome back to Starfleet, Lt. Dawsen. I take it your extended leave time was ... pleasurable?"
"Not until recently, Captain."
"Well then, I hope that being back in the Fleet will help to remedy that situation. I'll have security assign you some quarters for now and --"
"Oh, Captain? Sorry to interrupt you, but could he bunk with me? I have enough space in my quarters."
Davidson made no mention of the interruption, and considered the offer for a moment, then looked at Dawsen. "Is that what you would prefer, Lieutenant?"
He glanced at Colin for a second, then looked back at the captain. "It would be ... acceptable."
"Good," Davidson said. She turned to Dover. "Well, Mr. Dover, I need to speak with Mr. Dawsen for a few minutes, and I'm certain that you have a few things to do, as we had discussed earlier."
"Yes, Captain." He looked at Dawsen. "Meet me in Clarke's Tavern in about an hour, okay?"
"Okay."
Colin left the room. "Have a seat, Mr. Dawsen. I'm afraid that I have some bad news."
Bret sat, and the captain did so as well.
She leaned over her desk towards him. "I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, but Capt. Gray died a few months ago. His shuttle blew up when one of the warp nacelles hit a pocket of null space." She shook her head. "I'm so sorry."
Bret was silent. "That explains why he didn't hound me when I hadn't sent a message to him in a while." He looked away from the captain, then back. "Where does this leave me?"
"Well, you're perfectly welcome to join our crew. I understand that you were Chief of Security on the Berlioz. It just so happens that our current one is leaving for a position as Executive Officer on the Aries. You're more than welcome to apply for the position. I'll take a look at your service record, then Cdr. S'Ber will make the final decision. Sound good?"
"Yes, Captain. Thank you."
"She offered you the security chief position?!!!" Colin exclaimed, nearly choking on his juice.
"She didn't offer it to me, exactly. She told me that it was opening up and that I could apply." Bret drained his glass of liquid, then stood, as did Colin, gulping the remainder of his own drink.
"Congratulations!"
"I don't have it yet!" They walked out of Clarke's and headed towards the turbolift.
"You'll probably get it."
"Are promotions that easy to come by on this ship?"
"Hey, our ship's counselor was found in stasis in a shuttle that floated for several years without being detected."
"Well if that's the case I should be a shoe-in!"
"You never know!"
"The captain seems pretty personable."
They stepped into the turbolift. "Deck Four," Colin ordered. The computer beeped and began to move upward. "She's very nice. But very firm. And a good judge of character. We have a fine and diverse crew here. Our science officer is bionic."
"In what way?"
"When his was thirteen, his right side was paralyzed due to and accident. A bioneural metallic exoskeleton allows him to do things as if he weren't."
They came to the deck and the doors parted. "My quarters are right here." The doors were just a few feet from the lift.
"Lucky you."
"Lucky us."
They walked in and Colin went to sit on the bed. Bret sat beside him, looking around. "Nice place. Windows and everything."
"Computer, subdued lighting, setting Alpha two." The computer chirped and the lights dimmed so that the colors around them took on a greyish cast. "Yeah, I like it."
"Your bed is soft. What's say we ... try it out?"
"Good idea."
They were undressed and nude in a matter of seconds. Colin reached over and pulled the blue gel container out of one of Bret's bags which sat nearby. He poured out some gel and applied it to his quickly-hardening penis.
Bret was about to take some onto his finger, but Colin held the container out of his reach. "Ah-ah-ah ... this time it's your turn! If that's okay."
The other man smirked and nodded. "More than okay!" Though Colin loved how Bret's penis felt inside him, he was curious as to what his own would feel like inside Bret. He took some of the lubricant onto his finger and began to massage Bret's anus.
When Dawsen was ready, Dover stuck his penis into the other man, slowly. He savored the feel of the warm muscles as he went further. When he was in all the way to the base, he began to increase his in-and-out motion. It only took a minute before both of them were close to orgasm. Colin couldn't hold it in any longer, and let his lover know this. They peaked together, Colin one second ahead of Bret. He loved the feel of Bret's sphincters squeezing his penis as he was in orgasm.
He turned so that he and Bret were facing, and when he saw that his lover's chest and abdomen were coated with fluid, Colin gently pulled out and ran his tongue over the wetted hair, loving the taste.
Later that evening, after having showered and gone to dinner, the two man lay in bed, cuddling just before sleep. "You know, this bed of yours is so comfortable! It makes me miss my own back on Athenia."
"Bret?"
"Hm?"
"I have a surprise for you. This is your bed from Athenia!"
"What?! You're joking!" Bret lifted up the sheets and recognized the mattress immediately. "It is!! But how? We weren't in orbit long enough to ..." he trailed off.
"I had packed an extra commbadge and placed it onto the underside of the bed when you weren't in the room, and while you were still out of earshot, I requested that the bed be simultaneously transported when we were!!"
"That was so sweet of you!" Bret kissed him.
"That's not all. The moment I left the ready room so that the captain could talk to you, I contacted the main transporter room and had them beam up as much of your stuff from the house as they could before we left orbit. I think we got most of it. I brought it all here from the cargo bay, and had the bed beamed in after having mine beamed out first. I knew that you'd want all your stuff here. I got the toaster, the stovetop, the fridge, your cooking utensils, all in the other room, along with the other stuff I had beamed up."
"Colin, that was so thoughtful of you. I ... I can't thank you enough."
"Just being here with me is more than sufficient, I assure you. I wanted to make you feel at home."
"And I do. Do you think that anything got left behind?"
"Yes. Just one thing"
"And that would be?"
"Your shampoo."
The End