The BLTS Archive- Waiting Geron #2: Aftermath by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. c1999 Karen --- I slowly awaken, indulging in the warmth of the obviously male body lounging against my chest. Regrettably, it takes a moment to realize that it is Geron. It has been a while since I split up with Harry, but not so long that to my subconscious a male body pressed to mine means anything but Harry Kim. I smile. I'm sure that will soon change. Opening my eyes, I am blessed with a pair of dark eyes just centimeters from my own. I reach out to smooth the silky hair away from them, and smile anew at the purr that comes from deep in my lover's throat. "Hey there." I receive a soft and somewhat shy "Hi" in return. Pulling him up to rest on top my body, I groan as his arousal makes itself known against mine. There is a muffled giggle from near my collarbone and then a yelp as I run my fingers up the cleft of his gorgeous ass. --- He looks peaceful right now, arms protectively wrapped around me. I must have made some sort of noise as I woke, because he nuzzled my forehead and whispered, "Shhh, baby, it's OK." I wanted to cry. Not only from the tenderness of the words, but the from the pain of not knowing who he thought he was addressing. He's smiling and a pair of rather bleary, but wonderful blue eyes open to look down at me. "Hey there." Prophets, all it takes is a couple of words from him and I'm tongue tied again. I think I manage to stumble out a greeting before I'm pulled to rest on top of him. My cock brushes his and he groans like he's dying. I laugh and he repays me with several long, cool fingers tickling my butt. "Tom?" He re-opens one eye and looks down. "Hmm?" I can't believe what I'm about to say. Maybe I'm not. I end up just shaking my head. Now I have his interest. "What is it, Gerry?" I'm brave...I'm strong...I was a Maquis, dammit. "Tom, I want to make love to you again." If that hot cock pressing hard against my stomach means anything, I think I have his attention. --- Well. I have to admit that I was expecting something along the lines of 'I really enjoyed last night' or 'Do you think we'll have much trouble with the crew?' Definitely not, "Tom, I want to make love to you again." He woke up the little Lieutenant, that's for sure. And while I want him to be completely comfortable with what's going on, I'm used to generally being the one doing the deed. I look down to find myself falling into a dark and aroused gaze. Those eyes. I know now that I'm going to be hard-pressed to ever say no to the little brat. I smile to myself. Looks like I'm going to learn how to put someone else's needs before my own. --- I'm surprised when he simply reaches under his pillow and then hands me a tube of lubricant. I know that he would much rather be doing this to me, but I need to know that I can give him pleasure without his having to lead every step of the way. He spreads his legs and I kneel between them. As I grease my fingers, he takes a breath and I decide to get adventurous. "I don't want you to speak." Was that my voice?! It was at least an octave lower than usual, and from the look in his eyes he's as surprised as I am. Surprised, amused and if the little trickle of fluid sliding down his cock is anything to go by, seriously aroused. I decide to play. --- "I don't want you to speak." Gods, sweetheart, you're a natural! That low velvet purr would have Captain Kathryn Janeway lying on her back in the middle of the bridge with her feet in the air. I give a small nod and then place my hands behind my head. His eyes dilate to ebony and then fix on my drooling cock. Looks like I'm breakfast. --- Remembering some of the things that he did for me last night, I slowly run one hand up his inner thigh. The muscles jump and tense, and the scent of his arousal intensifies. I look up at him to find that long, beautiful piece of his lying on his belly, red against the cream of the surrounding skin. Watching his pre-cum pooling, I can't stand it. I reach up and pull the shiny flesh towards my mouth. I begin a slow bobbing motion, sucking hard as I take as much of the slick, salty flesh into my mouth as possible. --- "Ohhhhhhgaaaaaaaawd!" --- I almost choke as he screams and his hips buck upwards involuntarily. I feel a trembling hand caress my cheek in apology, and I thread the fingers of my free hand through his. I remember how much I liked his tongue on me last night. He seems to like it, too. Whatever language he is mumbling in is unknown to the Universal Translator. I start to alternate my sucking with running my tongue around the top of his cock. His moans are continuous now, and I feel like I invented cocksucking. I take two of my fingers and slide them into his body. His legs fly up to his chest and he swells even bigger in my mouth, so I rub the vein on the underside of his cock with my tongue. Rub it hard. Deciding to get inventive, I match the circles on his cock with what I'm doing in his ass. He wails and his fingers tighten on my shoulder. I grunt, but I refuse to let go. It never occurs to me not to swallow his offering. --- Gods, I've never felt anything this good and that's saying a lot. Either this kid has lied to everyone, or he is the quickest study I have ever seen. His lithe tongue has found every hot spot I have and seems to have invented a few new ones. His lips tighten, pressing me against the roof of his mouth as he shoves his fingers into my ass reducing me to a howling mess. Geron Tem, supposedly Voyager's most innocent has me screaming at the top of my fucking lungs! I shudder and feel it beginning. I frantically pull at his shoulder and then sob my release as his grunting dissent stimulates my cock beyond endurance. --- I kneel over his limp body and grin. "Was that OK?" --- I can't help it, I begin to laugh hysterically. I have tears running down my face and my dick is twitching as it gives up the ghost, and this sweet beautiful brat wants to know if he's pleased me. I nod and pull him down to taste myself on his swollen lips. Gods, Geron...... --- Once he calms down, he notices that I am still hard. With a tender kiss he apologizes and rolls onto his belly. I watch in awe as he pulls up onto his elbows and knees, and then grins at me over his shoulder. "C'mon, Sweetheart. That can't be comfortable." I laugh at his words and finish preparing him. He's already relaxed and slick from earlier, and my fingers slide deeply into his body. I gasp as he begins to slowly work himself on my fingers. I can see his cock begin to stiffen again, and know that he is just as ready as I am. He spreads his thighs even further and I gaze down at where my fingers disappear into his body. "Take your fingers out and put your cock in. It's easy." I look up to see the flashing blue eyes and without thinking, slap him hard on the ass. He gasps and bucks back farther onto my hand. I slap him again, giving him matching hand prints on that pretty, pretty butt, and watch him shudder. He moans my name softly and I almost come just from the look on his face. He isn't even on the ship at this point. My cock jumps and I feel like I could take on the Borg right about now. I look down at his undulating hips and actually hear myself growl. "Mine...." I quickly remove my fingers and press into him. I don't stop to let him adjust, I pull back and slam back into his core. I watch his hands tighten in the sheets and soon he's meeting my every thrust. It's fast, hard, and hot. God, it's hot. I used to cringe when I heard Dalby or Greg say 'fuck', but it's the only word for what's happening. We're fucking, and it's soooo fucking good. I laugh with the sudden freedom of knowing that I am giving Tom exactly what he wants. I raise my hand and slap his ass again. He screams and convulses as he comes hard. If I have a cock left when his ass is done squeezing it, I'll be lucky. --- "Mine...." I'm in shock. Ecstatic shock, but shock nonetheless. This wild man giving me the fucking of my life is Geron. When I let him top me last night, it was to let him see how good it could be. This morning was going to be a gift-- I mean, I wanted to let him see that I could be giving too, you know? But, the sensations that he is creating in me has me convinced that *I* would be the one on my back in the middle of the bridge if he asked. Only you, Geron....oh, fuck, that's good. Gods....is it good. He's hitting everything just right and that growl is driving me right out of my mind. Harry once told me that bottom was his favorite position and I could never understand why. After all, why would you want to give anyone that much control? Oh, gods, right there, baby...OK, OK, it may take a little adjusting, but Harry may be right. Bottom can be good, too. Gods....it can be good. He slaps me again, and the glow that is coming off my ass could heat half the ship. Shit, he's pounding me so hard that my teeth are rattling. I'm coming...coming...coming... fuck, he hasn't *even* touched my cock. "Gerry!" --- Ohhh, that was good. He's lying still and silent beneath me, but when I try to move he turns his head a bit. "Stay inside me for a while, OK?" It almost hurts, my cock is so sensitive and his body still clutches at me with little aftershocks, but Prophets, I could stay there forever. No one is taking this away from me. I can tell he feels the same as he softly whispers my name over and over. I was correct earlier. He's mine. --- I look at the chronometer and see that we still have almost two hours before shift. I imagine the gossip on the ship is running rampant and the computer command logs containing the number of queries as to Crewman Geron's whereabouts throughout the night are probably phenomenal. I'll care about that later. Right now, I just want to enjoy the feeling of his body on and inside mine...his breath warm against my neck. I hear my commbadge click as it comes on. "Chakotay to Paris." Geron's sigh against my neck matches my own. I guess later is here sooner than we had hoped. --- The End