The BLTS Archive- Waiting Geron #10: Approbation by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. c1998 Karen --- I peek into the bedroom to find things as I left them. A long, lean body lying prone in the middle of the bed...sleep pants riding low enough on its hips to give my cock ideas. I quickly change out of my clothes, throwing them into the 'fresher to reduce the chance of any questions. I ease into bed behind my lover, and within moments find myself enveloped in his arms. "You just in the bathroom?" "Mmmhmm." I frown to myself. It's the truth. But I still feel a bit of guilt as my lover accepts my words, and pulls me tightly to his chest. "Let me love you, Tem." Prophets. It's on the tip of my tongue to confess when said tongue is sucked into another mouth. I writhe as warm, strong hands run down my sides and begin to knead my ass. "To-" "Shhhh...let me...." A warm moist mouth attaches itself to my neck, and works its way slowly around to nip at my chin. I struggle to maintain that touch as clothing is quickly stripped away. How can one feel so good and so miserable at the same time? I want to tell my love that I have deceived him, that I may have ruined things completely by losing my temper with that idiot, Randall. "Ohhhhhh--" I can't believe the heat and passion as this wonderful man pours his heart out to me with every touch, every kiss. I open myself to my lover and moan as he gently settles over me. I stroke his sides with my thighs and then gasp as he slowly enters me. "Gods, Gerrie, I love you so much." I am completely undone by that remark. Oh, it starts small. A little hitch in my breath and a strangled whine in my throat that is mistaken for passion. I sob once, and then pull my lover's face down to rest on my chest. "Sweetheart?" Oh, Prophets, the look on Tom's face. I shake my head quickly, trying to reassure my lover that it is nothing he has done. He carefully pulls from my body, and the resulting cold just makes me cry harder. Tom sits back and watches me with obvious concern. He tries to speak, but stops as I hold one shaking hand to his lips. Reaching up, he takes it in his own and waits as I get myself back under control, his face pale in the darkened room. He trusts me. He trusts me enough to hand me that freshly broken heart to heal. I have to tell him the truth. "I fucked up." And Tom laughs. --- I feel Tem slip back into bed. I heard him enter earlier, but it was obvious that he was trying to keep from waking me. I turn slowly onto my other side and gather him into my arms, trying to keep my voice soft and gentle. His tone of voice as he agrees that he has just been in the bathroom, is obviously false. I have a choice. Push the point and let him know that I'm aware that he has been gone and in doing so, perhaps break something important to our relationship. Trust. It's clear that he is worried about what happened while he was out. I can relate. He has been angry all day-a mood I haven't seen in him for a very long time. It's also a mood that has generally prefaced some of my most idiotic actions. As usual, I take the easy way out. I tell myself that he is a big boy and will talk to me when he is ready. So that leaves me with my arms full of warm lover, whom I kiss until he gasps. That seems to work nicely as two soft, downy thighs come up to caress my sides. I slowly enter his body and the level of emotion is almost unbearable. "Gods, Gerrie, I love you so much." Geron gasps and holds me tightly. I begin to move and for a moment everything is perfect and I thank all deities known for a chance with this man. But I feel a hot trail of wetness on my throat, and I freeze at the sharp sob against my chest. "Sweetheart?" I pull out carefully and look for any signs of blood. Tem shakes his head at me frantically, and then seems to collapse in on himself. What have I done? I want to speak, but he stops me. The gentle touch of his fingers to my lips breaks something inside me. All I can do is hold that hand, and pray that whatever is tearing him up is not going to tear us apart. "I fucked up." I can't help it; to hear that fall from his lips...I have to laugh. --- All right. Maybe that wasn't the clearest response to a declaration of love there has ever been, but laughter is a bit much. I feel my eyes begin to burn again, and it's not from tears. "Damn it, Tom! I-" "I know." "No, you don't! I may have-" "I know." His voice is soft, and it finally sinks in. I look into those blue, blue eyes and see understanding and compassion. And thankfully-- lots and lots of love. "How?" "Tuvok commed me." I can't help it; I collapse against his chest. If he had told me that we had made it back to the Alpha quadrant, I couldn't be more relieved. I rub my cheek on those warm, soft curls. "You're not mad?" I hear a rumbling chuckle. "No." My chin is gently grasped and lifted so that we are face to face. "How could I be angry? I would have probably done the same thing...hell, probably worse." I am suddenly pushed back to lie under Tom, and grin as he carefully insinuates himself back between my thighs. "Plus...I find it erotic that my lover wanted to fight for me." Erotic, huh.... --- Everyone on this ship seems to think that Geron Tem is a sweet mild-mannered young boy who lost everything to the horrors on Bajor. Most of that is true. However, few if any of them have seen him truly pissed. I've seen slow-burning anger, annoyance, the anger that comes during a harsh battle...but this- this is- --amazing. Black eyes blazing, face and chest flushed with anger- my lover is now sitting in my lap with his hands pressed to my shoulders. He's so pissed; he's practically speechless. It takes a couple of tries but he finally hears me. I explain that Tuvok commed me, and watch as he literally deflates. And yet, he is still worried that I might be angry. This is definitely one aspect of our relationship that will need to be worked on. Gods, did I just think that? B'Elanna would die laughing. --- I'll give him erotic. Ah, the element of surprise. Thank you, Tuvok, for those hand-to-hand courses that you insisted I take. My Chesei is now face down in the middle of the bed. His surprised laughter is wonderful. I rub my cock slowly up the cleft of his ass, and grin at the tiny moan that results. It seems that there is more than one kitten in this household. Pushing away and down, I slide to rest next to his legs. A glance to my left proves that the lube is still nearby. I squeeze out a bit to coat several fingers, and then grin. I am almost bucked off the bed as I heartily slap his ass. "On your knees, Chesei, and hold yourself open for me." Will he do it? --- I get the feeling that I'm going to pay for laughing.... --- I grin as Tom slowly spreads his legs and begins to rise. I am breathless at the gentle arch of his spine, the full curve of that now-reddened ass. Irresistable. I bend to quickly kiss one reddened cheek, and find myself sucking and biting a bit of skin until he cries out. Nipping again, I watch my target tighten and then release. With a kind of fearful excitement, I press my lips to that pucker and then circle it with my tongue. He's hot and musky, but the taste and scent is nothing like I expected. It's just my Tom. Emboldened, I circle my target again with my tongue until it spasms. I press against it with the pad of one slick fingertip and suddenly find my finger buried up to the knuckle as he bucks in pleasure. Soon, I add a second, and soon two more, careful always to add more gel. So tight...and hot...the slick gel shines as the taut skin expands and contracts around my fingers. Tom is moaning continually, now. His hands have dropped in order to brace on his elbows and knees, and he's fucking himself quickly on my hand. From the shuddering of his body, I know that he is very close to release. Pulling my fingers from his body, I quickly plunge into that slick heat. I promise myself to take it slow, to tease my lover into coming at least twice but it's impossible. I am soon pounding rapidly in and out of his ass...my fingers tightening to bruise his hips. I shout my release, and hope that the entire fucking crew hears me. --- Gods, I may have to report myself as a casualty. A red alert couldn't get me moving. Tem is lying sprawled on my back, his gasping giggles having died out into an occasional pleasured moan. Oh to be young again...but having a young, talented lover is definitely the next best thing. I stretch, grinning as arms and legs fasten themselves around my sides, forcing me to lie still. I decide that I like Tem's idea of bed rest much more than the Doc's. I only hope that I can survive it. --- The End