The BLTS Archive - Legato
Part of The Symphony series
by Espressivo (espressivo@nettrash.com)

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Geordi rolled over again, and cursed in a low voice as the bed
sheets caught tighter around his legs. This was ridiculous. He
usually fell asleep at once but it wasn't happening that way
tonight, the night he could really do with it too. Riker would be
down in engineering all day tomorrow going over the plasmonic
confinement conduit specs with him, and no doubt driving Geordi's
entire team to distraction with his constant nagging.

Geordi sighed and shifted on the bed trying to find a more
comfortable position. Angrily, he kicked his feet free of the
twisted sheet and swung them to the carpet as he sat up and
cursed again, louder this time. He flashed an angry look at Data.
Oh, that was just typical, wasn't it? Here he was tossing and
turning all night while a damn android got more sleep than he
did.

Yep, that was fair. He briefly considered waking Data up before
shaking his head and stomping off to the small bathroom. He was
almost halfway there when he tripped over the cat.

Closing his eyes against the sudden brightness of Data's
immaculate bathroom, Geordi felt his way over to the shower and
activated the water controls. Stepping under the spray, he let
his head hang forward so that the hot water could work directly
on the muscles of his well-developed shoulders. It pelted the
back of his neck and ran over the top of his shoulders to form
twin rivers that flowed over his chest and stomach until they
merged again in the thick hair of his groin. The steady pounding
against his spine also served to drown his chaotic thoughts until
both his mind and his body succumbed to total, blissful
relaxation.

Geordi didn't even bother to open his eyes when he heard the
shower door open and felt Data's familiar slim body slide
between him and the tiled wall. Gentle arms encircled his torso
and delicate, long fingered hands flattened against his chest,
pressing his body back until his spine rested against the
android's solid chest.

Geordi allowed himself to sag against Data's body, confident that
his weight wouldn't discomfort his friend, and enjoying the
safe feeling that always stole over him when Data held him in
his arms.

The engineer's head lolled back against Data's shoulder as he
began to stroke the skin of Geordi's chest lightly, following
the lines of the muscles there. One hand stole upward to trace
the arch of Geordi's throat as the other continued to map the
flesh of his upper body. Geordi drew in his breath sharply as a
thumb and forefinger briefly caught and pinched a nipple and then
returned to their mild exploration.

Data shifted his hips slightly, freeing his trapped penis and
allowing the hardening member to stand at a more comfortable
angle. Geordi leaned back against the stiffness pressed between
his buttocks and lower back and Data's stomach, and was rewarded
with a light kiss on the side of his neck. The hands disappeared
briefly. When they returned they came bearing a lightly scented
gel. Data began to stroke this on Geordi's body, creating a
thick, white lather that contrasted sharply with his dark flesh.
The moist air of the bathroom filled with the masculine smell of
the lotion, rich and musky. Foam slid down Geordi's stocky thighs
and calves, dripping onto his feet to eventually swirl towards
the drain.

Data's hands moved without friction now, palms sliding freely
over his friend's hard nipples, broad chest, and flat belly.
They began to press more firmly against the lax muscles under
them, working any lingering tension away with smooth patterns,
from Geordi's throat to the very tops of his thighs, all that
Data could reach. When Data finally wrapped his hand around
Geordi's erection he used no pressure whatsoever, leaving a thin
film of lather between his hand and Geordi's penis.

The frictionless gliding of bubbles against his shaft was
tantalizing, but it left Geordi wanting more while yet still
wishing the sensation would never end.

Gathering more foam from Geordi's thigh in his other hand, Data
swirled it over the head of his penis, slowly sliding his
fingers over the taut skin. And with one hand teasing the head
and one hand now firm on the shaft, Data increased the speed and
firmness of his pumping until he felt Geordi stiffen against his
body, and then relax once more.

Data guided Geordi around until he was standing under the spray
and tenderly washed the soap from him. It only took a few
minutes to enfold him in one of the thick white towels and dry
him off, and then Data carried his friend into the bedroom and
laid him gently between the sheets.

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The End