The BLTS Archive - First Time Jitters
by Allison Kulp (cardassianfire@yahoo.com)

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This a followup to all those stories where Garak and Bashir retire
to the bedroom and the stage fades to black.

Feedback: definitely. I'm never sure how my NC 17 scribbles sound,
especially to those readers who actually have said genitalia (female
speaking here...).

Archiving:ASCEM and anyone who asks me first

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"Garak...I'm not sure...I've never..". A half naked Julian stuttered
into Garak's crotch.  The Cardassian sighed.

"Don't tell me, in all your years of chasing after any sentient being
that breathed, you've never had sex with a man?" He leaned further
back on the bed "Really, Julian, I would have expected you to have at
least one male dalliance."

"Now I didn't say that! I mean, really I have been with men. Human
men, though. Garak?" Julian looked totally confused.

He sighed even more dramatically. He was rapidly going from a state of
highly sexual irritation to simple annoyance. "Yes?"

"Where's your penis?"

Garak looked up at Julian, who was now wearing a puzzled expression.
"My what?"

"Penis?"

"You just had you hand on it!"

"That...er...lump?"

"If that's the way you're going to refer to it, I'd rather you left
your hands to yourself!" Garak snorted and moved backwards.

"No, no, I didn't mean it! I'm just not used to Cardassian physiology.
I'm sure that you're a handsome specimen." Garak's eyes widened even
more. Julian, now completely flustered, started to start and stammer
the more. "Not a medical specimen! I love you. I'm not going to write
a thesis about homosexual interspecies mating!"

"I should hope not! Tell me, did you ever offer Dax a chance to do a
study of the effects of a Trill host's orgasms on the symbiont?"

"No! God, what a way to spoil the mood!" Julian sat back on his heels.
"I do love you. But I'm just not used to seeing you this way. I mean,
we're both men, but I see myself in the mirror everyday and...well,
human anatomy is just more...obvious than Cardassian."

Julian sank back on the pillows and covered his eyes with his arm.
Garak laid down beside him.

"I've always felt humans seemed more vulnerable than Cardassians.
Everything is exposed, open. With my people, the genitals are better
concealed; hidden from those who would seek to do us harm, but readily
available to those who would love us."  He rolled onto his side and
started to run his hands over Julian's exposed chest and stomach.
"Though I do find your openness intriguing."

Julian and gave a small laugh. "Garak, you're incredible. It's only
reasonable though. Why shouldn't I expect your cock to be just as
secretive as you?"

Garak chuckled as he straddled his lover. "My dear, you wouldn't have
me any other way." He slid the Starfleet issue pants off of him and
promptly got up off the bed.

"Garak?" Julian propped himself up on his elbows. "I won't be a
moment." He heard sounds of rustling from the area of the dresser.

"Stop folding my damn pants and get back here!"

"It only takes a second. After all, one must look presentable no
matter what one's done the night before."

"Then shouldn't we get busy with doing something?"

"Yes, yes. Where are your clean towels?"

"Towels?," asked Julian exasperatedly.

"Towels. If they're thick enough, we'll have clean sheets when we're
done. I suppose these could, by a stretch of the imagination, be
considered clean."

"I see. And is this part of the Cardassian courtship ritual - the
great towel hunt?"  He rolled over to try to see where Garak was now.

He peeked out from the bathroom, where he was still looking for
slightly cleaner towels. "No, normally when someone invites someone
else over, the host is better prepared. None of this toss the other
person on the bed , strip off their pants and look bemusedly at their
partner's genitals. That must be a Federation custom."

He went around the bedroom gathering together the rest of his
clothes and placing them neatly on the chair and proceeded to remove
the rest of his clothing. Julian didn't take his eyes off of him,
intrigued by the shadows falling across his naked form.

"Impressive."

"Yes, I'm equally impressed. Who knew that you actually kept any soap
based products in the bathroom? They were very well concealed under
the dirty uniforms in there."

"Garak, get over here now," grumbled Julian. "Bring your damn towels,
soap and rubber duck so that we can actually screw."

"Rubber duck?"

"Never mind."

"Good idea. Let's leave the latex water fowl until our next date."

Julian muttered to himself, frustrated with Garak's fussiness. He drew
his legs up against his body. "Dick teaser."

"Excuse me?"

"Dick teaser. A grand old expression for someone who tempts another
and doesn't deliver."

Garak wrapped a towel around his waist and sat down next to him. "Now,
now, that's not true. I just don't always like surprises." He stroked
Julian's legs, lightly massaging his brown thighs. Julian moaned and
parted his legs to reveal his erection. Garak's touch intensified
forcing Julian's legs farther apart. With every downward stroke, he
gently brushed his lover's scrotum.  Julian's member bobbed higher. He
started to arch his back in response. Garak pushed back  Julian's legs
to place a towel under him. Julian hissed with frustration, only to be
stopped  by Garak's questioning look. Julian sighed and half closed
his eyes, still confused by his lover.

Garak cradled his ass in his strong grey hands and slowly massaged  
the cheeks. Julian gasped as Garak took him entirely into his mouth,
enveloping him in warmth. He felt Garak's long tongue licking each
ball, pulling at him while he was being sucked off. The harder he
thrust, the more the Cardassian took. Finally he exploded in his mouth
and fell back completely spent.

"That was wonderful, Garak! That tongue of yours is spectacular!"
Julian smiled up expecting to see Garak. His lover had moved back to
the edge of the bed, still wearing the towel draped around his waist
and a blank expression on his face.

"Garak?"

"I suppose I should leave now."

"What?"

"I should leave now.  At least you can now brag that you now have had
a Cardassian male, no matter how alien it seemed."

"Garak, what the hell are you talking about? You were fabulous!"

Garak kept staring straight ahead. "Who knows, maybe you can tell the
Chief how odd Cardassian anatomy is compared to human.  Perhaps..."

Julian pounced on him pushing him against the bed. He covered his
mouth with his own, drowning out Garak's protests.

"I love you. I love you as you are. No, you weren't exactly what I was
expecting. Yes, your body's different - so? I'm more of an alien than
you. Cardassia's a hell of lot more closer to Bajor than Earth."

Garak sighed.

Julian continued. "I don't want you to leave. I want you to give me a
chance to prove that I can be a good lover. Damn it Garak, do you know
how many times I've taken someone to bed only to wake up alone?  If I
do something stupid, tell me! Just one night, then you can leave like
the rest, all right?"

"I don't want to leave."

"Then don't. Stay. One night. And don't be afraid to tell me if I'm
being an insensitive jerk."

"You can be certain I won't."

"Marvelous. Now, get back into bed. Lean back, and let me try for a
while."

Garak pulled his legs back up and propped himself up on some pillows.
He gave another sigh and closed his eyes. Julian tossed the used towel
on the floor and got a clean one for Garak. He started to give him a
neck massage, moving onto the arms and legs. It was more theraputic
than sensual. He focused on getting Garak's stress level down so that
he could at least be more open to his advances. As he worked on Garak,
he started to notice a light fragrance; a combination of rose water,
sandalwood and Garak's own scent, which confused him as he wasn't
using any oil.

"Are you wearing some sort of cologne?"

"Sorry", mumbled Garak, "starting to chellis."

"Chellis?"

"Release pheremones."

"Oh good, now we're getting somewhere," chuckled Julian.

He moved his hands down and started to massage the increasingly darker
colored lump between Garak's legs. He was rewarded with a pulsing
sensation. The three testicles engorged and fell back. His penis
slowly rose out from their midst.

"God, you look like an orchid when you`re aroused."

"Good or bad?"

"Oh good. Definitely very, very good."

Julian started to stroke Garak slowly along his penile ridges. He was
rewarded with a light blue colored fluid that slowly emerged from
between the ridges and scales.

"Mmm?"

"Oh yes, that might definitely come in handy. Humans don't make their
own rose scented lube."

"Mmm."

"It also explains the Cardassian fascination with towels."

"Mmm."

Julian continued to caress the increasing larger and darker member,
and Garak started to hum a bit louder. When Garak finally came, the
dark blue cum oozed more than spurted and the humming became deeper
breathing. Julian cleaned his lover up and got back into bed where
Garak enveloped him completely.

"So, you like to spoon, Garak?"

Julian was rewarded with a light swat on his rump and a very grumpy
look.

"Um, it means to cuddle in bed. Nothing bad."

"Hmph. Cuddle it is. For that remark, you get to make breakfast
tomorrow."

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The End