The BLTS Archive- I Believe
by T'Thrill (TThrill1216@aol.com)

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Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction derived from the TREK universe
owned by Paramount/Viacom. It is a transformative work and I make fair
use of this venue. I make no money from this story and intend no
infringement on their copyright. My copyright only extends to any
original characters and in the story itself.

My most sincere 'Thanks!' go out to Cait who served as my beta for
this story. She took time out of her busy schedule to offer advice and
make corrections. I am most appreciative for her help.

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Shore leave. On a planet populated by mostly Earthers. Two days before
Christmas. And this was supposed to help him relax how? This was the
third Christmas he'd spend onboard the Enterprise, yet this one seemed
to the the worst of the lot. Everyone seemed to be paired off this
year, except him of course.

Sitting in the corner of the "Rubic's Cube Bar," he tossed another
mouthful of the vile liquid that was supposed to pass for whisky down
his throat. When the ancient folk-song "Grandma Got Run Over by a
Reindeer" came blasting across the speaker for the um-tenth time since
he had arrived, he suddenly had the urge to find the nearest phase
pistol and blast the dammed sound system into tomorrow. No, tomorrow
wouldn't help. Blast it into three days from now! Now that would be an
improvement!

'Oh, God!' he thought as he rolled his eyes. It wasn't helping that
everyone standing at the bar was singing along!

Leonard looked around at the booths and noticed his was the only one
with a solitary patron. The others were either couples who ou'tta get
a room, or a bunch of giggling children, well compared to his age, who
kept pulling out the most ridiculous purchases and announcing who each
was intended for.  If anyone ever gave him a pair of socks with the
toes sewn individually, and little bells dangling from the cuffs, he'd
stick'em where the sun don't shine!

The thought crossed his mind to move to a different bar, but he'd
passed four others before he stopped here and none seemed to be any
different. Why was it that even out here, nine parsecs from Earth, he
couldn't get away from all of this god-damned Christmas revelry? It's
not that he had anything against the holiday for those who wanted to
celebrate their religious faith or had children who they were trying
to keep the magic alive for. In those cases, so be it.

But this was far removed from any religious celebration and there
wasn't a kid in sight! Sure, when Joanna had been a little girl he'd
liked decorating a tree and playing the same songs over and over
again. He had even been home to put together a few hover-trikes in his
time. And usually, sometime in the middle of the night, he would
rather loudly announce that he was a doctor not a mechanical engineer,
damnit! To which his wife would shush him, telling him he was going to
wake up Joanna, and they would end up rolling around under the tree
making passionate love. Then, with the stress relieved, he would
figure out where the last clips fit and how to actually attach the
seat. Now that was what Christmas was supposed to be about!

What the hell was this song supposed to mean, anyway? "You can say you
don't believe in Santa, but as for me 'n Grandpa, we believe."  Stupid
lyrics! Whatever happened to songs like, "Santa's Coming through the
Antaries Triangle," or "Roasting Chestnuts by the Fire Simulator"? Now
*those* were Christmas songs!

The waiter came by and asked him if he was ready for another.  Leonard
held up his near empty glass and nodded as he brought the glass to his
lips and downed the last swallow. The waiter took the glass and headed
back to the bar with Leonard watching his every move. Although he
wasn't a complete novice with someone of his own gender, usually it
was a pretty female who caught his eye. However, this young fellow was
hard to ignore. Hard. Yeah, that pretty much described the state he'd
been in for the last few months. He knew what he needed. He needed to
find some anonymous body and spend the next few days closed off from
all of this Christmas hooey and have mind-blowing, toe-tingling sex.

The waiter returned and Leonard couldn't help but notice that in the
very-very short red shorts, he could just catch a glimpse of the man's
scrotal sack peeking out from the edge of the loose hem as he placed
the drink in front of him. It was quite obvious from the way the young
man spread his thighs that the view was no accident. Talk about your
Christmas chestnuts, these were beauties! Leonard's gaze traveled
slowly up the slim, nearly naked body, across the thin, flat abdomen,
and the bronze, smooth chest, deliciously adorned with taunt round
nubs, to the face. And what a face! It was exotic and beautiful, just
like the rest of man standing only inches from him.

The full lips and the dark brown eyes, which were emphasized by a band
of  white fur that lay just above the nearly-black eyebrows, seemed
very inviting. Wisps of dark hair spilled out from around the edges of
the white band and the picture was completed with one of those
ridiculous Santa-style hats that seemed to be so popular at this time
of the year. But on this man, highlighting this face, even that
gimmicky holiday accoutrement was attractive. Those eyes were watching
him carefully and held just a hint of the smile that played on the
lips. There was definitely something about him that was extremely
appealing.

"Will there be *anything* else, sir?" The man-boy cooed.

The words were perched on Leonard's lips that he could help with this
god-damned erection he had given him, and there was no doubt that was
the  answer the young man expected, but Leonard couldn't bring himself
to do it. There had only been a few occasions that he had indulged
himself with  one-night stands, and he knew he always felt even
lonelier after such an  encounter. "No," he replied, not able to keep
a smile from escaping his lips. "But, thanks," he added as he took he
glass that had been placed in front of him and saluted.

"Are you sure? I get off in a few minutes and I've got the afternoon
free. I've been waiting for someone interesting to come along." The
kid reached down and, with his middle finger, seductively caressed the
barely visible skin that had held Leonard's attention just moments
before.

The doctor's erection, painfully trapped inside his uniform trousers,
jerked sharply causing him to shift his hips in the seat to relieve
the sudden pressure. Still, he couldn't face the aloneness that he
would feel later if he gave into the desires of the 'head' between his
thighs. "Really, I appreciate the offer, but I have some place I
hav'ta be in a little while." Yes, it was a lie.  But in reality,
heading back to the comfort of his office and burying himself up to
his neck in the latest fitness reports didn't seem like such a bad
idea.

"Sorry to hear it. That doesn't seem like quite as much fun as what I
had in mind," the man purred through a smile as he turned and walked
away.

Leonard looked at the full glass in his hand. Suddenly he didn't feel
like getting any more drunk than he already was. In his current frame
of mind, he certainly didn't need to lose his ability to reason. He
fed his credit chip into the slot in the center of the table, added on
a hefty tip, sat the glass down and left the establishment. 'Just in
time,' he thought, as the infernal song started again.

Jim had ordered him off the ship for shore leave. He had complied.
For eight hours, give or take a few minutes, he had wandered around,
had more than enough to drink, gotten a raging hard-on, and watched
the shoppers as they frantically darted in and out of the small
emporiums. He seriously considered going back to the ship, activating
the security lock on his office, and spending a few minutes of quality
time with Mr. Hand. But unfortunately, here lately even Mr. Hand
wasn't the lover he once was. None of the usual fantasies could bring
him the release he needed. It was if there was something, or someone,
out there he craved.  He just couldn't put his finger, so to speak, on
what it was.

Desperately trying to shake the image of the waiter out of his mind,
he wandered aimlessly down the street and into the business district.
Observing the scurry of people, he wondered why they waited so long to
make their purchases. Hell, he had all of his gifts ordered and
wrapped months ago; an antique compass for Jim, a bottle of Chris'
favorite perfume, decorative combs for Nyota, and a vid on the Samurai
Warriors for Hikaru.  He grinned as he thought about the book on the
most famous of the Russian inventors that he'd ordered for a certain
young shipmate who had the most unnerving tendency to credit his
homeland for everything from the garden of Eden to the discovery of
warp engines. There were other presents, too. Even for their Vulcan
friend, who swore the whole tradition of gift giving was an illogical
transformation of a celebration that was supposed to honor the birth
of an alleged deity, he had purchased a selection of rare teas. As a
matter of fact, this was the one Christmas he felt he had just the
right present for everyone. So, he wondered, why did he feel so
down-in-the-mouth this year?

He sighed and jabbed his hands in his pockets as he walked through the
city, dodging hurried shoppers as he went. He knew why. Yeah, even
though he wished them well, it had been hard to discover that Jim and
Spock were sharing more than just chess games on their late evenings
together. It wasn't that he had designs on either of them, or that he
felt ignored by them. On the contrary, since his late night response
to a medical alarm, which one of them had rolled onto in the heat of
passion, they had done all they could to let him know their feelings
toward him hadn't changed. But, at least in his mind, there had been a
change. Before, he had thought of all of them in the same boat. Alone.

He knew he'd never be able to get that image out of his mind. He'd
flown to Jim's cabin, overridden the security lock, all the while
expecting the worst, but instead, he had seen...seen...THAT! Till this
day, he couldn't see Spock bent over the science station without
picturing Jim underneath him and the Vulcan pumping into him. To say
the least, the sight had shaken him to his very core. To realize they
both had someone to share that kinda passion with; to care for, to
talk with late at night, to hold, to...well, he didn't need to start
his mind down that path again. It had made a difference. Especially
when his own prospects of finding someone seemed so bleak. There
wasn't anyone on the ship that he had feelings for, not those kinds of
feelings. They were friends; that was all. They'd gone to hell and
back together more than once. He was the one responsible for patching
them up and keeping their secrets. It was hard to get romantic over
someone who you'd had to put back together, time and time again.

He looked up at a large decorated clock and realized he had spent
another hour just walking around the city. He was quite sober and
began to think  about finding another bar, but the memory of the
previous establishment stopped him. Just as he'd decided there was
nothing else to keep him there and he began to look for a transport
center to return him to the ship, his eye caught a figure walking on
the other side of the street just ahead of him. It was the waiter!

The clothes had been changed from the red shorts, and little else, to
a black shirt and trousers, but the Santa hat was still firmly in
place with the wisps of dark hair still evident around the edges, and
that backside was hard to miss. Evidently the young man had been
shopping because he carried a bag in one hand, with wrapped packages
peeking over the top. Leonard started to turn and go back the way he'd
come, but the way the young waiter moved had him mesmerized.

Following a safe distance behind, Leonard found himself all but
stalking him as he strolled down the street. Even in the more sedate
outfit, the round, tight ass moved with absolute grace beneath the
silky material. Occasionally, the man would stop to glance at
something he found intriguing in one of the storefronts and Leonard
would have to seem interested in whatever shop was beside him, all the
while watching the man in the reflection of the glass and taking very
little notice of what was being displayed. At one point, he got some
interesting looks as he pretended to be interested in one window and,
with a snicker behind him, realized he was looking at a display of
rather outrageous ladies undergarments. This was ridiculous, he
mumbled to himself. If he didn't put a stop to this, he was going to
end up getting arrested, one way or another.

Leonard couldn't take his eyes off the young man. As he moved down the
street, unaware that he was being observed, his movements were even
more fluid than they had been in the bar. There was just something
about him that made McCoy's need almost urgent. Okay, so he was
interested, he told himself, what's the harm in that? Back at the bar,
this man had made it very clear what he had in mind. And the man was
alone. Leonard had followed him long enough to be sure of that, so he
evidently hadn't found nyone to spend the afternoon with. To hell with
the aftermath, he decided. He crossed over the street and quickened
his pace. For a moment, what with several people wearing similar
looking hats, he lost sight of him in the crowd, but then spotted him
stopped in front of a store. Taking a deep breath, Leonard darted
through a group of shoppers and came up behind him.

'Now what?' he thought to himself. He had never been much of an
aggressor, but it was now or never. Taking one step closer, to where
he was all but pressing his body to the man's back, he laid his hands
on the shoulders and felt a ripple beneath the fabric. "If the offer
still holds, it looks like we're both still alone," he said, quietly.

The man whirled around. "Len?" Sulu asked.

"HIK...Sul...Hikaru?" Leonard stammered. He took a step back and felt
the blood drain from his face, not to mention every other part of his
body. "I'm...well, I'm sorry. It's just...for a moment...I thought
you were someone else." He backed up another step, almost knocking
someone down who was behind him. He turned to make sure the person
behind him was okay, offered an apology, then turned back quickly to
Sulu. He watched the face of the helmsman as the realization of what
had just happened registered with him. The welcoming smile turned to
surprise followed by shock, then something that Leonard believed to be
disgust, disappointment, or disapproval, he wasn't sure which, but he
knew this little scene had cost him a great deal of respect in
Hikaru's eyes.

Sulu raised his head, and tried to smile, but McCoy could see it was
anything but heartfelt. "That's okay, Len" he replied.

There was only one person on the ship who called him 'Len', and it
made him feel special when this man called him by that name. For their
first couple of years, the young officer had insisted on calling him
'Dr. McCoy'.  But in these last months, they had been assigned
together as a team, and the comfort they felt with each other had
deepened to the point where they had long ago dispensed with the
formality of titles. As a matter of fact, as far as he knew, he was
the only one who referred to Sulu by his given name. Now he was afraid
he'd destroyed that comfort they'd found together. Deciding the best
thing to do was to just brush the incident off, he said, "Look, it was
just a case of mistaken identity. Let's just forget this happened,
okay?" His voice never quite reflected the brightness he wanted to
express.

"Sure," Hikaru mumbled, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

'DAMN!' Leonard thought. Why hadn't he just gone back to the ship?
Hell, he didn't need the transporter, now! He could just kick himself
back to the Enterprise! "Well, I'll let you get on with your shopping.
I'm sorry I interrupted you." He started to turn and leave, but a hand
on his arm stopped his retreat. He looked down at his arm, and back up
to the face of the young lieutenant.

"Who did you think I was?" Sulu asked.

"A waiter," Leonard answered before he could stop himself.

"Then, in that case, I'm sorry," Sulu answered, releasing the arm.

"Look, Hikaru, I'm the one who's really sorry. I swear I'd never do
anything to offend you. It's not that I usually go around picking up
locals, but in a bar a little while ago, a waiter came onto me. I
didn't think I was interested, well not enough to do what he had in
mind, but it's just that he reminded me so much of....of..." Like a
thunderbolt, it hit Leonard just what it was about the young waiter he
had found so desirable. He could have been Sulu's brother! Dear God!
How long had he found him so appealing? When hadn't he? Sure, he'd
always thought of him as a good looking kid, and had admired the slim,
muscular build when he had him on the biobed. And, admittedly, on many
occasions he'd had to mentally clamp his mind down against the
inappropriate thoughts that had threatened to sneak in. But only now
did he realize just how much he was attracted to him. It was merely
the strong resemblance to this man which had drawn him so deeply
toward the waiter. Now he really wanted to leave. Attracted or not, he
was not going to approach this boy about his feelings, no matter how
much of a shock it was to discover he had them.

But he really wasn't a boy, was he? Leonard knew the crew bio's better
than anyone on the ship. He knew that to his forty-one years, Hikaru
was only ten years his junior. It was just that he always seemed so
much younger. He had a youthful exuberance and spirit about him that
made him seem fresh, innocent, and even playful. It was that which
Leonard had always looked forward to in their times spent together. As
if that spirit had the ability to flow over to him. As if he could
just take him in his arms and...'My god, Leonard, get a hold of
yourself!' the doctor demanded, silently.

"Of who, Len? Who did he remind you of?"

The question was nothing more than a whisper, but it pounded in
McCoy's ears. How could he answer this? How could he explain that
which he, himself, was only just beginning to realize? How could he
explain that standing here on the sidewalk, he would like nothing more
than to take Hikaru in his arms and learn the taste of those lips and
the feel of that body pressed against his? The deep brown eyes waited
on an answer. In that moment, all of the people, all of the noise,
seemed to fade into the background. Despite the rush and roar of the
crowd around them, to Leonard, it suddenly felt as if they were the
only two on the street. All he saw was the man he would give anything
to get to know better. "You." There was no sound that escaped him as
he mouthed the word. Clearing his throat against the knot that had
formed there, he muttered, again, "It's you, he reminded me of. I'm
sorry."

"Sorry?" He watched as the face before him broke out in the biggest
grin he'd ever seen. "For what? It's about dammed time!" Sulu said.
"I've only been coming onto you for the last three years!"

"Coming onto me? You? When?" Leonard's brain was somewhere between
total confusion, shock, and the ever so slight beginnings of joy. He
knew he should be processing this, that it should all be forming
together to make some sense, but the connections just weren't there.

"Only every chance I got. I thought I was pretty obvious. The rest of
the bridge crew caught on right away. Scotty realized it sometime last
year and I think even Captain Kirk knows. You mean you didn't notice?"

"Notice? Hardly! Oh, sure, when I've asked for help on special
projects, it's usually you who Jim sends to me. You usually seemed
pleased to get away from bridge duty for a while. And lately we've
been paired up on a lot of missions, but in all honesty, I thought it
was punishment for something."

"So you thought my presence was punishment?" The smile faded.

"Not for me, for you! Hell, I've enjoyed having you assigned to me. I
just couldn't figure why Kirk decided you and I should be together so
much. Why...that little matchmaker!"

"The Captain? A matchmaker?" Sulu flashed him a look of disbelief.

"Yeah, our own Captain Kirk." Now it was beginning to make sense. Jim
had been worried about his being alone in these past months. He must'a
noticed Sulu's interest, which was why they had been teamed together
recently. But Hikaru? Interested in him? Why? "Look, let's back up a
step because I must be missing somethin', here. Hikaru, d'ya mean what
I think you mean? Can you honestly say that you could be interested in
an old country doctor?"

"Old country doctor? I don't think so." Sulu shook his head, causing
the round ball of fur at the point of the cap to bounce. "However,"
his voice deepened and the smile returned, this time softer, "I do
care a great deal for a certain, very sexy, CMO. And even though he
hasn't been able to take many well-placed hints, he's driven me to
distraction since he came onboard. I guess the only question is, do
you still want to find that waiter?"

Leonard looked at the man standing before him. That look was one that
could've seduced him outta his pants right where he stood. It
certainly made them feel much tighter. He realized he'd seen that look
before, many times. How'd he been so blind not to understand what it
meant? "What waiter?" he asked, as he took one step forward, ready to
scoop the man into his arms.

It was then he realized they were not alone after all. Far from it.
Glancing around, the crowd once again apparent to him, he cleared his
throat. There was something he was going to suggest, and yeah, it may
be rushing things...hell, it was definitely rushing things, but he
didn't want to wai another minute to get his arms around this man. He
looked down, and then back up as he asked, "Hikaru, you wanna find
someplace that's a little more private? Maybe...uh...go back to the
ship? There's things I'd like to do...and well...here's not the
place." God, he sounded like a shy schoolboy!

"I have a better idea. Since I don't have to be back on the ship
until=20 tomorrow night, I've taken a room at the small hotel down
there. It's where I was headed." Sulu nodded toward a small inn down
the street, his voice becoming rough.

Leonard reached out a hand. Sulu switched the bag he was holding to
the other side and slid his hand inside the doctor's. It was a feeling
the helmsman had wanted, dreamed about, for so long that he didn't
know how to act now that it was becoming real. Finally, after all of
the years of dropping subtle hints, obviously much too subtle, and yet
trying not to do anything to scare the doctor away, he was being
invited to touch him. His had been an internal battle he had fought
since the first time he was introduced to this man whose eyes were the
same color as the Pacific. Those blue, blue eyes. From  that first
moment, he had wanted to fall into them and find a home. And now, the
feel of the strong hand closing around his was almost too much for
him. It was as if the air surrounding him was devoid of oxygen. How
does one cope, he wondered, when suddenly all of your dreams come
true?

Leonard felt the warmth of the hand as it slipped into his. There was
a shiver that ran through him with the touch. It seemed to break loose
all of the feelings he had been hiding from everyone, especially
himself. Never had anyone's hand felt so good tucked inside his. Never
had he wanted to hold someone like he wanted to hold this man. Never
had two blocks seemed so long.

Not a word was spoken, and only the occasional glance passed between
them, as they made their way to their destination. Arriving, Hikaru
keyed the lock and pushed the door open. He stepped inside and pulled
Len in after him. The waiting, the hoping, and the years of
disappointment were over. Dropping the bag to the floor, he wrapped
his arms around Leonard's neck while kicking the door shut with his
foot. For one long moment they just looked at each other. Hikaru felt
one strong arm encircle his waist, pulling him close, the other hand
going to his brow.

"Hikaru," Leonard breathed as he traced the shape of the forehead just
beneath the band of the hat, "I don't know how much you're ready for.
I know if we start something, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop." He
knew his hands were trembling as they grazed down the side of the
exotic face and along the line of the strong jaw. He also knew his
erection was pressed against the outside of the helmsman's thigh.
There was no disguising his need. "So if you want me to stop, or
leave, ya better tell me now."

A seemingly endless shudder ran through Sulu's body. If Len left, it
felt like he'd fall apart. He wouldn't be able to stand being this
close to the man who had driven him crazy for these years, just to
lose him now. His voice caught as he whispered, "No, don't leave, I
want you."

"I'm not going anywhere," the doctor said through a smile, his voice
hoarse with passion. He felt the hardness brush against his own
erection as Hikaru turned his body toward him. A hand moved from the
back of his neck to his head and he felt the slight pressure as it
drew them together. In that microsecond before their mouths joined,
Leonard felt the warm breath on his face and smelled the sweet-spicy
aroma that was this man's essence.

He knew that with this touch, he would be lost. What was going to
happen between them, all the forces of nature couldn't stop. The soft,
moist lips touched his and a chasm of desire, lust, and belonging
opened up and engulfed him. And gladly, he fell into it. It was with a
deep hunger that he claimed the sweet mouth. It was an appetite that
had no end. A craving which had gone unknown, and unquenched, was fed
as they each sought to devour one another.

A festive hat was knocked to the floor as fingers combed through the
silky strands of hair and pressed their mouths even closer together.
Air was pulled into oxygen-starved lungs through deep, quick gasps.
Hands searched and roamed as bodies pressed together, hardness rubbed
against hardness, seeking relief. Lips were only parted for as long as
it took for shirts to be pulled over heads and tossed to the side.
Fingers kneaded flesh, traced muscles, taunted, teased and pinched
rock-hard nipples, as the fine smoothness of one contrasted to the
lightly furred roughness of the other.

Leonard felt a hand slide between them and stroke the length of his
erection through the tight material. The touch nearly undid him and he
knew he wasn't far from the release that had failed him in these last
months. Now he knew whom he had been searching for and couldn't find
in his fantasies. But, too soon, his body was going to betray him, now
that it had found the one it had longed for. Moving his mouth to the
delicately rounded ear, he gasped, apologetically, "Hikaru, I'm sorry,
it's been way too long. I'm not gonna be able to hold out."

Hikaru heard the urgency in the voice and knew the admission was a
difficult one. He had admired and lusted for this strong, funny,
passionate man for years. But it was the deep vulnerability of this
man, something he had never before seen, that sealed his fate. He knew
he would never want another. His heart, his mind, his very soul was no
longer his own to possess. With those whispered words, this man
claimed him. The shivering he had felt since falling into this man's
arms stopped as the certainty rose within him. He pulled his head back
just far enough to look into the eyes that were dark with passion. He
reached for the release at McCoy's waist and, in a voice now steady
and sure, he soothed, "It's all right, Len. I'm here. You've always
taken care of me, just let me take care of you for now, okay?"

An unfamiliar tightness gripped the doctor's throat and chest. All he
could manage was a quick nod and, with a sharp breath, he choked,
"Yes."

His young lover spread the opening of his trousers and, kneeling down,
slid off his boots and socks. He then felt warm fingers slipping
underneath the edge of his briefs, trailing a path around his
sensitive flesh as they slid the fabric down. Leonard stared straight
ahead, unable to watch his young lover undress him.  He caressed the
silky head as the pants were freed from around his erection and slid
down his legs. Lifting each foot, he allowed the remainder of his
clothing to be stripped from him. Soft, gentle hands  caressed up his
calves and the inside of his thighs. It was too much, his mind
screamed, but the caresses continued. Up to the area where the inside
of his thighs converged with his genitalia, the fingers traveled. A
soft hand cupped his scrotum, gently. Then, another touch. A warm,
damp stroke as a tongue traced his pouch. With this, a hiss escaped
his lips.

Leonard looked down, the first time he had been able to bring himself
do so, and a glowing, inviting face turned up toward him. The deep
brown eyes were warm and expressive. He brought his hand to the face
of his lover, and caressed the forehead, brushing back an errant
strand of hair from the exotic features. Looking down at this face,
the words welled inside of him, wanting to be whispered, but he fought
against the urge. The eyes left his face and traveled down his body.
Never had he felt so exposed as did when the brown eyes grazed down
him, drinking him in, until they were focused on his swollen organ. He
nearly came when Hikaru's tongue stroked against the tip of his cock.
Lips surrounded the cap, and a moan that swelled from the depths of
his chest exploded from Leonard's throat. He was close, so close that
he could feel his body quake with impending release. The mouth slid
down his shaft, taking the length of him inside. Back, the mouth slid,
the tongue swirling around the head of his cock and massaging the
sensitive area surrounding the ridge.

His body's innate need took over and he thrust his hips toward the
head of his lover, plunging his cock back into the hot, wet,
moistness. Hikaru accepted him willingly into his mouth and throat.
Withdrawing and plunging again and again, strong hands gripped the
mounds of his buttocks and, pulling them forward, made each lunge that
much more intense. He wanted to warn his lover that he was cumming,
but there was nothing but another moan that escaped from him as he
felt his balls grow tight and the first of the contractions began deep
within him. One more time, he thrust into the heat and he held onto
the silky head for support as the orgasm raced through him. He rolled
his head back and the ecstasy of the orgasm ripped through him. The
mouth pulled back slightly and he spurted the last of his semen into
his lover. He combed his fingers gently through the silken hair as he
pulled himself free from the mouth. Going to his knees, he gathered
Hikaru into his arms and tasted his seed, still fresh on the swollen
lips, as he laimed the sweet mouth.

On their knees, torso pressed against torso, Leonard reached for the
edge of the helmsman's trousers. The closure was nothing more that two
buttons, which he made quick work of before plunging his hand inside
and finding the steely hardness of the hot, aroused cock. His hand
formed around it and stroked the length. There were no briefs, just
the loose trouser material that stood between him and the nakedness of
his lover. Pushing the offending material down as far as it would go,
he pulled back and let his eyes travel the length of his alluring
paramour.

His lover's skin was deep and rich against his own pale flesh. The
torso, slender and smooth, was accentuated by rippling muscle and two
small, round puckered knobs. The only hair was the dark thatch of fur
surrounding the proudly erect cock. It was a little longer than his
own, but not quite as thick, and the small drops that were forming at
the tip left Leonard wanting to taste his exotic lover.

Rising to his feet, he pulled his lover up with him. He turned him and
sat him on the end of the low bed. Going back to his knees, he removed
the loafer-type shoes, there were no socks, and Leonard had to smile.
This man did not like any more clothes than was absolutely necessary
for decorum confining him. A sensuous man, indeed. He slid the
trousers off and tossed them into the completed pile of discarded
clothes. With his hands on Hikaru's knees, he parted the thighs and
moved between them, nibbling and tonguing a path up the inside of one
leg as he went.

Reaching the warm pouch, he licked each globe and inhaled the spicy
maleness that was this man. Wrapping a hand around the base of the
erect shaft, he traced the delicate rod with the tip of his tongue and
felt the shutter that ran through his lover's body. Ah, it was a
pleasure to know he could bring such feelings to his body, to this
man. "Lay back," he whispered.

The young officer lay down, pulled his legs up and propped his heels
on the edge of the bed. The thighs parted and the sight of the man
exposing himself caused Leonard to pull a deep breath between his
lips. The cock strained upwards toward him. Leonard pulled the erect
organ deep into his mouth, slathering it with his saliva and tasted
the first of the delicious fluid that seeped onto his tongue. Oh, the
taste of this man was an aphrodisiac like he had never experienced, as
evidenced by his own renewed erection.

Allowing some of the mixture of his saliva and Sulu's own fluid to
seep from the edges of his mouth, he collected the moisture with his
fingers. He reached underneath the heavy sac and brought his fingers
to the puckered opening, slathering it with their combined wetness,
and waited, waited to see if Sulu was going to be repelled by this
touch. Instead, he felt the hips move toward his fingers. Slowly, he
penetrated the tight aperture as he pushed a finger inside. There had
been times that he had done this to this man with the gloved hand of a
physician, now he was doing this with the bare finger of a lover.
Deeper into the chamber he pushed until he located the nodule. Gently,
he rubbed his finger across it and felt the cock in his mouth jump.
Hips slammed against his hand, and a guttural moan was heard as he
began to stimulate and please Hikaru from within.

When Len touched that secret area inside of him, Sulu, feeling the
madness of hot desire, thrust his cock deep into his lover's throat.
Gripping the bedcover with his fists, he felt himself being flung into
the center of passions white-hot center. He had experience this touch
with numerous lovers, but never had he felt this kind of desire. The
man who had been the center of his lust for so long, was taking him to
heights he didn't know could exist. He wanted to scream his love for
the man between his legs, but bit back the words. "Please....Len..."
was all he could choke out.

Leonard let the organ slide from his mouth. With his finger still
buried deep inside his exotic partner, he leaned over him.
"What...what do you want me to do?" he purred, as he stroked the
shoulders and neck with his free hand.

Sulu turned his eyes to meet Leonard's. In a whisper that was barely
audible, he said, "Fuck me," he pleaded.

"Hikaru, I don't have any lubricant, and I won't do anything that'll
risk hurting you," he soothed.

"There...in the sack. The red package..." Sulu gasped between breaths.

Easing his finger out of the tightness, Leonard reached for the bag
and found the package. Holding it up, he raised an eyebrow in
question. "Ya sure?"

"Yes...yes, that's it. It's all right. Hurry. It's not really a gift.
I bought it for Pavel and me to use. I will buy some more before I go
back to the ship."

Almost hoping against hope that this was not what it seemed, he ripped
off the shiny red paper. Inside was a box in which Leonard found an
assortment of small packets of intimate massage oils. So, Pavel was
his lover too, and the thought hit him, with about the same intensity
of a photon torpedo, deep in his gut. Of course, it made sense; they
always seemed to be together. And it was ludicrous of him to have such
strong feelings boiling inside after just these few minutes, and even
more so to expect that they'd be returned. He held the partially
opened container and looked toward Hikaru. The sight was a beautiful
one.

Hikaru's eyes were hooded and dilated with passion. His knees bent and
spread, as he was waiting on him. Leonard noticed that one hand was
balled tight, clinging to a crumpled section of the cover on the bed;
the other was brushing against his swollen organ. And he knew this
man's body was screaming for relief. "Len...I need you," Hikaru turned
his head and breathed.

Leonard, still holding the box, began to fully understand what was
happening. This man belonged to another and, to Hikaru, Leonard was a
crush, nothing more, a fantasy he had perhaps shared with his Russian
lover in the dark evenings when they were alone. But he was drawn so
deeply to the man on the bed that even though this situation had the
potential to be disastrous, he knew it had to be taken to completion.

Leonard tore open the box, reached for the first of the shiny packets
and opened it, his eyes never leaving those dark brown ones. He
squeezed a generous amount into his palm before tossing the packet to
the side. Dipping his fingers into the slick substance, he moved
between the spread thighs. He caressed the puckered hole and made sure
the outside was well prepared before he pushed his finger back inside.
This time, his oiled finger was preparing the way for his invasion.
Gently, he pushed in another finger and began to stretch the tight
ring of muscle. Sulu began to writhe on the bed, pushing his hips
harder and harder against his hand. He let a third finger join the
others and felt Hikaru's tight chamber begin to relax under his touch.

Leonard leaned down and kissed the hand that was playing along the
engorged head of the organ. Sulu's hand moved to the doctor's head
and, still fucking him with his fingers, Leonard licked the length of
the hard penis and sucked the drops of pre-cum from the tip. He
couldn't get enough of the taste of this man. Bringing his oiled hand
to his own cock, he lathered the slick oil up and down the length of
it, massaging it until it was at his hardest, and making sure the head
and ridge was well coated.

"Now, Len, please..." came the plea from the bed.

He let the cock slide from his mouth, removed his fingers and moved
closer. Centering the head of his erection at the entrance, he pushed
gently until just the cap had penetrated into the heated chamber.

"More..." Sulu gasped.

Slowly he began pressing inside, stopping only briefly to allow the
muscles to grow accustomed to his presence. Each time he stopped, Sulu
would try to thrust toward him, and beg for the full length of him.
His cock was thick, and he wanted to do all he could to keep any pain
from this precious lover, but Sulu's pleas kept him from taking it as
slowly as he would have normally. Soon, the full length of him was
encased inside the hot vice of his lover's body and he looked down and
saw where their bodies joined. Never had it felt so good to be inside
of another. With short strokes, he began to pump into the private
entrance. With his till-slick hand, he grasped Hikaru's cock and began
to massage it.

"Yessss..." Sulu purred.

Leonard lay down on him and captured the mouth. With his free arm, he
cradled his lover's neck. He kissed down the damp, slightly salty neck
as he pumped into the body and stroked the hard shaft. His whole being
still ached to say those things he had told few others. But, he
couldn't. It would overwhelm the man beneath him. The words were not
his to say. And, as much as he felt it, wanted it to be otherwise,
this was all he would ever have.

He felt the body beneath his become rigid, and knew his lover's orgasm
was just seconds away. Leonard drove his cock deeply into the heat
and, as the first of the contractions that surrounded him started, his
own groin reacted. Warm fluid spurted between them, coating them, as
his own cum filled his lover's chamber. Panting moans echoed within
the walls of the room as release rushed through both of them.

Pulling free of Sulu, he lay down on the bed. Leonard reached out and
drew the man close so that the soft, silky head was resting on his
chest and his arms were around his lover. He stroked through the hair,
knowing that even with all he felt, they would soon have to return to
the ship, and Sulu would return to Pavel. He knew that no matter how
wonderful or passionate this had been, he could never compete with the
young Russian for Sulu's attention. He was too dammed old to start
fooling himself. Anyone who had a choice between a middle-aged
physician, and the young, virile navigator would surly choose the
latter as a partner. There was one other thing he knew -- that once
again, he had lead with his heart and had  fallen in love with this
man. That, however, was going to have to be something for him to deal
with, alone. Alone. Why did it always end up like this?

He pushed the thought aside. He would not concentrate on that now. It
was something he would deal with tomorrow, or the day after. For now,
he would just enjoy the feel of this man in his arms. Maybe being born
and bred in the heartland of the southern United States, he had
inherited a little of that Scarlet O'Hara philosophy, but, somewhere
deep inside, he knew that someday all of the 'tomorrow's' would
finally catch up to him. But he didn't want to think about that right
now. He wrapped his arm tighter around Hikaru and bent to kiss the top
of the silky head.

"Len?" Sulu purred into his chest.

"Umm?" he responded.

"Are you hungry?"

"Star'vin. You?"

"Yeah, all of a sudden I could even eat replicated food, and like it!"

"Well, now, I think we can do a lot better that that! But," touching
the stickiness still clinging to his abdomen, "I need a shower,
first."

"Yeah, me too. You want to shower together?" Hikaru asked, as he
lightly ran a fingertip from the base of the doctor's sternum, across
the abdomen sticky from his own ejaculate, to the spot where the
thatch of course pubic hair started and watched the ever so slight
stirrings of the semi-flaccid cock.

"Hikaru, do you wanna eat anytime soon?"

"Only if you promise we can come back here later, together."

"If you're sure that's what you want, then I promise," he whispered
into the silky hair as he gave the head another kiss. "Besides, if I'm
gonna take you out tonight, I'll need to transport to the ship and get
a change of clothes. I can just clean up there and meet you back here,
if you want."

"That sounds fine. But instead of meeting here, there's a restaurant
I've heard about, located just a few blocks away; the Grecian Urn, you
ever heard of it?"

"I passed it earlier. Looks like a pretty interesting place. Someth'in
about erotic floor shows, right?" Leonard teased. Actually, he had
heard a lot more than that about the place, but he feigned innocence.

Sulu raised his head and looked at him, not quite believing his lover
was as unknowledgeable as he alleged. "Yeah, that's the place. I'd
like to see what all the talk is about, but it's not the kind of place
I wanted to go to alone. Pavel and I were going to go, but he ended up
on bridge assignment. Can we? Will you take me there?"

There it was, the youthful playfulness that he associated with Sulu.
And, as usual when he was spending time with this man, he felt as if
he was being pulled right into the mood. "Yeah, we can go," he
answered through a smile. Why couldn't he have realized how he felt
for Hikaru before Pavel Chekov had claimed him? Pavel, the one who
would be here with Sulu now had he not had the unfortunate luck of
pulling command for the next two days. He pulled Sulu to him and
captured the mouth once more with urgency, but before things could get
too heated, he released him and stood up. "I'll go get cleaned up and
meet you there in an hour, okay?"

"Yeah, but it's going to seem like a long time!"

Leonard stopped the collecting of his discarded clothes and rose up.
"Yeah, for me, too," he said, his voice trying not to reflect the
melancholy that his heart was feeling. Returning to the task at hand,
he dressed quickly, combed his fingers through his hair, and left the
room.

Walking quickly toward the transport center, he bemoaned the fact that
he hadn't brought his communicator. Jim had advised him to leave it
onboard, saying that if any emergencies arose, M'Benga, who had pulled
the duty for this time, would either deal or them or they would locate
him. But, Jim said, if he took his communicator, every crewmember with
a headache would be paging him. At the time he had agreed, but now he
would have loved to be able to just call for a beam up.

As he sprinted toward the center, the black T-shirt he wore underneath
the uniform tunic clung to the stickiness that was still present on
his abdomen. It was a very arousing feeling. Yes, his heart was
telling him this was only a fleeting encounter, but his brain wasn't
getting the message somehow.

Arriving at the transportation center, he keyed his request and, for
one of the few times in his life, was relieved when the tingle of the
transporter consumed him. A half an hour later, cleaned and dressed in
a civilian outfit of dark navy silk tunic and pants, he was ready to
leave his cabin. More than once during his preparations, he had
considered, albeit briefly, that he should message Sulu and tell him
something had come up.

However, the one thing that did keep coming up, with each thought of
the afternoon's activities, convinced him otherwise. The passions that
had been awakened in him today had never been felt so strongly for
another. Leonard McCoy had, at least since his younger days, always
tried to be a man of good judgment and honor. The man waiting for him
on the planet was skewing his judgment, and he knew it. However, like
an avalanche plummeting down the face of a mountain, there was nothing
he could do to stop himself.

Love. How could he feel this so strongly, so quickly? And what of
Hikaru? He certainly hadn't kept it a secret that he and Pavel were
lovers. Of course, at the time he had revealed this, they were both
well beyond the point of no return. But Hikaru hadn't seemed unusually
concerned that there may be an encounter between himself and the
ensign if he returned to the ship. McCoy decided that the two must
have an open relationship. After all, he knew of several members of
the crew with whom it was rumored that Pavel had been involved with.
Certainly  not all of these rumors could be false.

With more questions than answers swirling within his mind, and with a
desire that kept him forging onward, he checked his appearance in the
mirror. It would do. Slung across his shoulder was a small pack
containing a fresh uniform and a few other necessities, including his
communicator, placed on inactive, should he be away overnight. He knew
he would need to be back on the ship in twenty-four hours; that was
when Joe M'Benga was expecting to be relieved. And, he thought, with
that shift change, Chekov would once more be available to claim Sulu's
time. But for the next day, it would be a time to fulfill some
fantasies, even though he felt sure these next hours would haunt him
in the future.

Checking the display one last time, making sure nothing earth
shattering had happened to any of the crew in the last thirty minutes,
he assured himself he was free to leave. For a brief moment, he
thought about checking in with the bridge, but decided not to. Right
now, he didn't wanna have to face those brown, puppy-dog eyes of a
certain ensign. It was bad enough that he was slipping off to spend
the night, hopefully, with the man's lover. He had accused Jim Kirk of
playing with fire more times than he cared to count. Tonight, he was
making up for that. He was throwing himself into a god-damned inferno,
and was doing so headfirst and willingly.

Being one of the few officers who rarely donned civvies, between his
cabin and the transporter room he noticed the looks he received as he
made his way through the ship. Arriving at the transporter, he noticed
several transportation engineers waiting with hovercarts. He advised
Ensign Donahue where he would like to be dropped, and was advised it
would be a few minutes since they were waiting on a shipment of
supplies to be beamed up.

"So, Doc, you have any special requests for Santa, this year?" the
personable crewman asked lightly.

Santa. Just this once, he wished there was such a person who could
fulfill his wildest fantasies. He would have only one wish. "Nothing
special, Ensign," he replied, but at that moment, the crates began to
appear on the pad, and all other discussions ceased.

The crew made quick work of the shipment and, in no more than a couple
of minutes, he had been deposited at the transport center just a block
from his destination. Being back on the planet, and away from the
questioning glances and the possibility of running into anyone he'd
rather not, was a relief. He smiled. This was the second time in an
hour that he'd been grateful for a quick transport. This had to be
some kinda record!

He knew he was early by nearly thirty minutes. He decided to stroll
around the area, this time really doing some window-shopping instead
of just pretending, till time for Sulu to show up. But, even now, the
events of the afternoon kept his mind on things other than the
offerings by the shop owners. That was, until one object caught his
eye. He walked in the store and found the item he was interested in.
Searching the shelves until he had found just the right one, he made
his way toward the cashier. There was a line, so he waited his turn.

"It's nice to see someone who really has the Christmas spirit," a
female in front of him was saying. It took a moment for him to realize
it was he she was talking to.

"I'm sorry, ma'am?" he asked, not understanding what she was talking
about.

"I just said it was nice to see someone who really is in the spirit of
the season. You've just been standing here, humming along with the
music, while everyone else is grumbling about it taking so long and
how much they have to do."

Humming? Had he been humming? To this song? He hadn't even noticed
that there had been music playing, if you want to stretch your
definition of music to the extreme. Surely not! "Thanks," he replied
with a smile.

The gift paid for, he stuffed it in his pack and headed toward the
Grecian Urn. There, across the street, was Sulu, waiting on him.
Waiting on him....amazing! Just the sight of him standing there about
took his breath away. Damn! He had it bad! Sulu spotted him, and threw
up his hand, as if Leonard couldn't pick him out in a crowd.
Well...okay, he had reason to believe Leonard had a problem in that
area. Crossing the street, he stopped in front of the man who had not
left his thoughts for the last  hour.

"Len, you look good enough to eat," Sulu purred so only the doctor
could hear him. The doctor's hand came up and stroked down his arm to
right above his wrist.

"Later," McCoy replied, quietly.

"Promise?" Sulu smiled devilishly and without waiting on an answer, he
said, "They have a booth waiting on us, and the show is about to
begin. You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," McCoy laughed. If this place was anything
like it's reputation, they were in for a very, 'stimulating,' evening.

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The End