The BLTS Archive - Home Away From Home
by T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )

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Note: Written for Round II of the Barclay Fuh-q Fest

Archiving: ASC/EM, Holo Pursuits, ScFF and my own web page ... all
others, please ask first.

Challenge: Set a story somewhere *other* than on one of the
Enterprises, DS9 or Voyager.

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own all things TREK ... I just borrow
from their universe for pleasure ... I make no money off of my
endeavors, nor do I intend to infringe on their copyright. The
characters and setting are theirs, this original piece of fanfiction
is mine ... ŠT'Lin, December, 2001

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The Pathfinder Project was experiencing a few glitches, and Reg was
getting frustrated. He had been ordered to take a break ... it was
either that, or be taken off of the project. He couldn't even consider
not being part of Pathfinder, so he reluctantly went on leave.

Deanna had suggested Risa ... it didn't really matter to him where he
went, as long as they didn't remove him from the Project. Having
nowhere else in mind, he went to Risa.

For two days, he lay in the sun, swam and took walks along the beach
... all very relaxing, but he was going stir-crazy. He needed
something more interesting to occupy his mind. Unfortunately, Risa had
no holosuites ... they thought they had enough natural attractions to
go around, what would anyone want a holosuite for?

Reg, who spent most of his life inside one, could have told them ...
but then, nobody ever asked him.

Lacking his usual form of diversion, he made his way to the casino.
Upon entering, he was given a large stack of chips to play with ...
after all, this was for fun and relaxation, nobody took the games
seriously, least of all, the house. Everyone was here to have fun ...
win or lose, it really didn't matter.

Chips in hand, he strolled around the floor. He decided to see what
games were available before choosing one to play. He recognized a few
-- blackjack, roulette, dabo, craps -- but then there were the more
exotic games that he couldn't even begin to imagine how to play, or
figure out where they came from.

As he was watching one of the more exotic offerings, he felt a hand
rest upon his shoulder, and as he turned, a familiar burr whispered in
his ear, "You come here often, Laddie?"

"Scotty!" Reg exclaimed, as he smiled at the old engineer. It had been
a couple of years since the Enterprise had rescued Scotty from his 75
year imprisonment in a transporter buffer. At the time, he and Reg had
gotten quite close ... two men, finding solace, and at least a
temporary easing of their loneliness, in each others arms.

Reg pulled Scotty into a friendly embrace, and was pleased when it was
returned. Stepping back slightly, he held onto the older man's arms as
he gave him a good looking over. "My god, Scotty, you look fabulous!"
And this was no exaggeration ... Scotty had been 72 when the accident
occurred that left him trapped in the buffer. When he left the
Enterprise, he looked every minute of those 72 years, and then some --
tired, defeated, lacking enthusiasm or motivation, he was a man out of
place and time, with no clear idea of what to do with his remaining
years.

But the man standing before Reg was not the same man. He was lean and
fit, and looked at least 20 years younger. Scotty smiled at the
compliment, as he said, "Ach, lad ... they hae some amazing
rejuvinatin techniques here on Risa." And as he stepped back to show
off his new physique, he added, "The swimmin alone hae taken off a
few extra inches, and the other 'recreational activities' this place
offers ... well, ya get ma drift, don't ya, laddie?"

"Yes ... I do," Reg stammered, as the meaning became crystal clear by
his own body's reaction to seeing his old friend once again. Reg was
decidedly uncomfortable -- small talk and overtures were never his
strong suit -- as he stammered, "What ... have you ... uh ... been up
to ... um ... since you left?" Of course, what he really wanted to say
was, 'let's go someplace more private, where you can finally fuck me
the way I wanted you to fuck me on the Enterprise.' ... but of course,
he couldn't.

Luckily, Scotty was not as reserved. He put his arm around Reg's
shoulders and said, "Come on, lad ... let's go to ma place, and hae a
drink. Ah'll tell you all about ma adventures, and we can get
reacquainted in private," and with a wink, he added, "that is, of
course, if you're interested ... Ah wouldna want to take ya away from
a Dikratha game, if ya had yer heart set on it."

Reg smiled as he allowed Scotty to turn him away from the unusual game
he had been watching. Wrapping his arm around the older mans waist, he
smiled at him as he said, "I was looking for a diversion ... and you
are, by far, a more interesting one than any game of chance."

"As are you, laddie," Scotty said, as he lightly kissed Reg before
they made their way, arm in arm, out of the casino, and to Scotty's
apartment.

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It was a quaint little place that showed signs of long-term residence
by the engineer. At Reg's inquiry, Scotty told him how he had found
Risa a few months after leaving the Enterprise. At first, it was a
diversion ... a restful place where he could forget about his lack of
'belonging' for a while. After a month, he had decided to take
advantage of the medical rejuvenation techniques offered. He had
decided that if he was going to live in this new time, he should live
life to its fullest ... after all, what's the use of a second chance,
if you don't take advantage of all that is offered.

By the time he had finished his rejuvenation treatments, he had also
acquired a job. After all, a lot of technology goes into keeping a
place like Risa running smoothly. Much of the equipment was old, and
in need of constant upkeep ... the perfect job for a retired Starfleet
Engineer.

"So, that's about it ... Ah keep things runnin smoothly here, and when
Ah'm nea busy, Ah enjoy the pleasures this place has ta offer." The
look he gave Reg left no room for doubt as to what his favorite source
of pleasure was. Before long, he hoped to share that pleasure with the
young man. But first, he poured them each another drink, as he asked,
"So what hae you been doing since we last met? Still with the
Enterprise?"

"No, I left the Enterprise about a year ago. I've since been heading
up a project called 'Pathfinder' ... trying to find a way to improve
communications with, and eventually bring home, one of our ships that
was lost in the Delta Quadrant." Talking about Pathfinder took his
mind off of his growing erection, although the project, in its own
way, always gave him a hard-on.

Reg briefly filled Scotty in on the project, and some of the problems
they had been having, but for once, his obsession with Pathfinder
didn't consume his attention. His physical attraction to Scotty,
coupled with the warm feeling the Scotch gave him, were more important
to him right now than the project. As he came to this realization, he
said, "But that's enough about that ... I came here to relax, and get
my mind off of the project for a while."

"Well, lad ... Ah hae the perfect solution for ye." Scotty stood, and
offered his hand to Reg. Taking it, he stood as well, and followed
Scotty into his bedroom. They stood before the bed, slowly caressing
each other, as they kissed. Scotty's touch was the most sensual thing
Reg had ever experienced, as he felt the strong hands slide down his
arms, and slowly move around to his hips.

Reg wanted to see Scotty, and was unbuttoning his shirt when he felt
the older man's erection press into his own. A slight moan slipped
from his throat at the sensation, as Scotty pulled him closer. After a
moment, he stepped back, just enough to look into Reg's eyes as he
said, "Let me thank ye, as I had been unable to thank ye before," then
he kissed him again, to keep Reg from saying anything.

Reg was grateful for the kiss, as words always seemed to fail him at
the most inopportune moments ... but at a time like this, actions were
always better than words, in any case. Somehow, he managed to finish
unbuttoning Scotty's shirt, and slipped it off of his shoulders. As it
fell to the floor, Reg's hands moved over the well muscled chest,
caressing the nipples into hard nubs.

Scotty had managed to remove Reg's shirt, as well, and was now working
on the pants. He deftly unfastened them, and slid them down, urging
Reg to kick off his shoes and step out of the crumpled fabric. Eager
to comply, he then sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Scotty in front
of him, and quickly releasied his erection from their confinement.

As Scotty stepped out of his own clothing, he remained standing, as
Reg teased the tip of his cock with his tongue. The urge to thrust
into the eager mouth was nearly overwhelming, but he held back,
allowing Reg to bring him to the brink, but no farther.

It was time ... Scotty looked down, and noticed that Reg had not only
been sucking him, he had also been stroking himself, and they were
both near the brink. "Ah, lad ... do ya hae any idea how much Ah want
ta fuck you right now?"

Reg tilted his head back, releasing Scotty's cock from his mouth as he
reached back for a pillow. "Probably not half as much as I want you
to," he said with a wicked grin, and dropped the pillow to the floor
for Scotty to kneel on. As he did, Reg lay back on the bed, and
scooted forward, legs lifted onto Scotty's shoulders.

As he lay there, reaching back for a tube of lube that was on the
night stand, Scotty bent his head to give Reg's engorged cock a gently
suck. The gasp and involuntary thrust Reg gave were all the evidence
Scotty needed to know that neither of them would last long, once he
slipped inside.

Scotty took the lube that Reg offered him, and squeezed a generous
amount into his hand. He rubbed his hands together briefly to warm it,
then took his shaft in hand to coat it liberally. With his other hand,
he prepared Reg by slipping a well lubricated finger into the tight
opening. A second quickly followed, and then a third. When he felt
that Reg was ready, he removed the fingers, which automatically
elicited a moan from Reg.

Shifting slightly, he positioned himself, and gently pushed past the
tight ring of muscle. He moved slow and steady, not wanting to hurt
his young lover, and doing all he could to prolong the inevitable. As
he moved deeper, Scotty had closed his eyes ... it was a habit he had
gotten into in order to prolong things. He had found that the look on
his lovers face during sex was as much a turn-on as the act itself. If
his partner was truly enjoying himself, Scotty always came at once.

So he kept his eyes closed, as he moved in and out ... enjoying the
way Reg was meeting him, thrust for thrust. When he heard Reg's
breathing quicken, and felt a warm stickiness on his stomach, he
opened his eyes. Reg was pinching his own nipples as he came. Scotty
came with a cry of pleasure, as he gave one final thrust into his
satisfied lover.

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Somehow, the two of them managed to get cleaned up and into bed. They
held each other, as they slept. In the course of the afternoon and
evening, they made love several more times, and Scotty was ever
grateful for the rejuvenation treatments he had taken.

Reg, too, was grateful ... for although he had told Scotty two years
ago that 'being close' was enough for him, he had to admit, he had
wanted so much more than Scotty had been able to give him at the time.
He was glad that he finally had the chance to share more than a hug, a
kiss, and a few caresses.

Scotty was asleep in his arms, as he thought these thoughts ... and as
Reg drifted off to sleep himself, Pathfinder made its way back into
his mind for the first time in hours. As the distinction between the
waking world and that of dreams became indistinct, Reg wondered if
Scotty would like to help solve the problem of Pathfinder with him.

He'd have to ask him ... in the morning.

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The End