The BLTS Archive - A Moment's Relaxation
by Nautika (nautikasolari@yahoo.com)

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Date: August 2007

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Disclaimer: Star Trek is owned by Paramount. Fan fiction is
for fun.

Notes: Written for Roadstergal in the Summer Lovin' Fic
Exchange. Requested: Bashir/O'Brien, towel

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Steam hissed and wafted into the air as Miles splashed water
on the hot rocks. He reclined against the wall, not
bothering to wipe the sweat from his brow for once.

Beside him was his friend and colleague, Julian Bashir, also
reclining and equally sweaty.

Miles stretched out on the bench and sighed. "It doesn't get
much better than this."

Julian spared a glance in his direction. "Au contraire, it
could get a little better."

Miles raised an eyebrow and watched as Julian rose, removed
and folded his towel and settled back down on the bench,
nude.

"Better all ready," smiled Julian.

"I see your point." Miles stood and removed his towel. He
had to admit, he felt freer and more relaxed as he sank back
onto the bench. The two sat in companionable silence for
some minutes, letting the sauna do its job.

"We should go for some synthehol after, what do you think?"

"Sounds like a plan, but first," Julian looked pointedly at
the hardening erection embraced by O'Brien's hands, "A
massage might be in order."

O'Brien stopped stroking his cock and grinned. "You're the
doctor."

"Precisely, and I say it's time to leave this sweatbox
before you get hyperthermia. You're as pink as a newborn
vole!" Julian stood and snapped his towel in Miles'
direction.

"All right, all right", Miles grumbled as he stood up and
both men made their way from the sauna to a nearby massage
room.

Julian patted the massage table, encouraging Miles to hop
on. "Now, lie down on your front." He reached over and
draped a towel over Miles' backside, then selected one of
the fragrant oils and poured some onto his hand.

Bashir circled O'Brien while he warmed the oil between his
hands. The chief looked extremely comfortable, eyes already
closed. With the oil sufficiently warm, Julian stopped level
with O'Brien's hips and began working the tension out of
O'Brien's muscles.

Miles sighed as Julian ran strong hands over his thighs and
calves. "That feels wonderful, but don't be afraid to use a
little more pressure. You won't break me."

"As you wish, Chief." Julian's hands dug deeper into the
other man's muscles, eliciting another sigh.

O'Brien uttered a weak, "Amazing..." when Julian indicated
he should turn over.

"Good. Now, I want to try something a little different,"
Julian's voice was soft as he moved away.

"Whatever you got in mind is fine by me." O'Brien settled
against the table, resting his eyes. He felt Julian raise
his head and then rest it on a soft pillow. "Yep, this is
the life."

Julian chuckled as he ran a clean, soft towel over Miles'
chest. He wanted the other man to really focus on sensation
for this part of the massage, so he rolled the towel and
arranged it to cover Miles' eyes, tying it loosely behind
his head.

Miles tensed a little, but Julian eased his fears. "Don't
worry; it's just to allow you to concentrate on the
sensation of touch."

Miles relaxed and Julian began massaging the engineer's
hands. The doctor worked his way up one arm, over the
shoulders and down the other arm before starting on Miles'
toes. He could feel O'Brien melt further into the table as
he began easing the stress out of first one leg, then the
other.

Julian glanced at the prominent bulge under the towel
covering Miles' hips. He smiled and began massaging
O'Brien's chest. With slow, deliberate strokes he kneaded
hard pectoral muscles and strong shoulders.

When he earned another moan, Julian knew it was time to move
to the next phase. He took hold of one corner of the towel
and began dragging it across O'Brien's hips.

Miles gasped. With the blindfold on, it was as if he could
feel every thread in the fabric as it passed over his
sensitive bits. The cool air hitting his skin produced goose
bumps and he filled with anticipation at what could happen
next. What he hoped would happen next.

He heard Julian give an appreciative sigh and just as warm
lips began to wrap around him...

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... Keiko came with a sharp gasp. She waited a few minutes to
catch her breath, feeling a little annoyed at having come so
early. Apparently, the sight of her husband's penis
disappearing between Julian's inviting lips had just been
too damn hot. She shook her head and gathered her belongings
as she left the holodeck, her mind back on domestic
concerns. Dinner wasn't going to prepare itself, you know.

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The End