The BLTS Archive - Unexpected Meetings by R.J. Faas (findamac@aol.com) --- Hello all, this is a little romp I wrote last fall. Figured since I don't have anything new to post, I'd repost something and this seemed like as good a choices as any. Note: Pure smut, two men, leather but no bdsm, has some G/B overtones but Garak isn't in it, no one under 18, paramount is great beyond words and owns all but I borrow without infringing on them. Enjoy:) --- Julian Bashir waited in the holosuite. It wasn't like Garak to be late.. A wave of dizziness swept over him. Damn the Lethian and his telepathic coma. Julian knew that he should count himself lucky to even be alive but damn the after-effects were something horrible. He'd even woke up disoriented, not knowing where he was for a moment. But it had been a week and the effects were wearing off. Oh well, Garak's probably playing some strange game, Julian thought. He decided to use it his advantage. "Computer, program Bashir-sex 2." The holo-grid vanished, replaced by an opulent bedroom. The French doors opened onto the gentle sea. Framed male nudes from a dozen worlds hung about the room. Julian stripped. "Computer, a leather and steel chest harness and thong." The item appeared and Julian donned them. He glanced in the mirror. Garak should let me be on top more often, he doesn't know what a gorgeous sight he's missing. Julian stroked the edge of his pecs. He was hard just looking at himself in this getup. "Entry requested." The computer announced. This is it, Julian thought. My one chance to surprise Garak. "Computer create a small alcove surrounding the door, designed such that someone entering the room will not see the occupants." The door disappeared behind an "L" shaped entry way. Julian poised at the edge of the entry way. "Computer, allow entrance." Julian heard the doors open. Garak paused before entering. Then he shuffled towards the rest of the room. Julian was ready. He saw Garak's shadow and lunged... "What the bloody hell!" O'Brien's voice resonated from the furry hump of his flight outfit. "Chief?" Julian released O'Brien. "Where's Garak?" "How the hell should I kn-" O'Brien's words stopped abruptly as he turned and got a look at Julian. He stared open-mouthed. "Julian?" "Uh...I can explain." Julian felt himself blushing. "Wait a second...you're not really O'Brien, are you? Oh very clever, Garak. You almost had me." "Julian are you okay?" "Of course I'm okay. Would I be dressed like this if I weren't?" Julian swept a finger across O'Brien's lips in a flourish as he spoke. Oh Garak had done good this time. "Would you be wearing that if you were?" O'Brien muttered. "Julian, what's going on?" "You know full well, chief, or should I say holo-chief?" "Julian get dressed. I think you need to get to the infirmary." Julian just grinned. "I'm not going anywhere till Garak shows up." Julian looked all the smugger. "Fine with me, I'll go invade Normandy on my own. Exit." The door appeared. "Wait a minute..." An awful realization dawned on him, holo- characters couldn't interface with the computer. "Computer, what day of the week is it?" "Monday." The color drained from Julian's face. He felt his knees go weak. He was aware of O'Brien leading him to sit on the bed. "Oh...God, I mixed up the days. I could've swore it was Tuesday." Julian dropped his head, flushed with embarrassment. O'Brien grinned. "So this is what you and Garak do in here. Kinky." Julian looked up startled. "Well, I wouldn't want Garak if you paid me, but...this is a nice set up. The leather especially." "You...you like the leather?" "Oh yeah, looks great on you. Gives you a wild, masculine edge." O'Brien looked honest. "In fact..." O'Brien threw off the heavy overcoat, revealing just a pair of boxer shorts. "Computer, leather jeans." The items appeared. Julian looked questioningly at his friend. "Well, before Keiko I was into the feel of leather, not the act but just the leather." O'Brien turned and stripped. Bashir marveled at the filled out yet firm ass in his face as the chief donned the leather jeans. "Uh...Miles, what exactly are you saying?" "Well, they say men who like men are that way till they meet the right woman. Keiko was the right woman." Miles turned back to Julian, exposing that wonderful broad chest. Julian stood up, and walked over to Miles. "Well, I've never agreed with that but..." He tentatively stroked his friend's shoulders. Miles didn't pull away. Julian let his hand fall. "Well, Christ, Julian...if that's it, no wonder you're left with Garak." Miles shrugged. "I was hoping you'd fuck me good, no one's done that in a long time." "Oh, I can do that. Computer, change the leather jeans into a pair of chaps." Miles looked surprised as Julian bent known to kiss his now exposed cock. Then he licked it, tonguing it till it grew hard. Julian listened while the chief gasped and moaned. He could tell Miles would come soon and stopped. "Why'd you stop?" Miles asked after a moment to catch his breath. "Because you said you wanted to be royally fucked, not sucked." Julian grinned devilishly. Miles grinned back at him. Julian stepped behind Miles after making a show of stripping off his thong and displaying his rock-hard cock. "Jesus, I'll never be able to take that thing; it's huge." "I know." Julian felt pride resonate in his voice. But he didn't press his cock into Miles...not yet. He knelt behind him. Gently he spread Miles's cheeks and slid his tongue between them. Miles gasped but was still. Julian explored every millimeter of Miles' asshole before pressing his tongue into it. Miles moaned as Julian massaged him with the soft, wet strength of his tongue. Julian pressed deeper, relaxing and stretching the muscles. And it felt good, he hadn't rimmed anyone in so long. But his own cock was starting to throb painfully from the wait. Julian stood and pressed his cock into he warm wet orifice. Miles gasped the word 'yes'. Julian groaned and pressed deeper, slowly. He knew he had to be gentle because of the size of his cock. But slowly he pressed in till their pelvis's were pressed together. Miles was tight and warm and it was so much better than Garak. He started to withdraw and thrust. Miles groaned and Julian could tell Miles was jerking off as he thrust. He heard Miles cry out, felt his ass tense as he came. Julia gasped at the warm tightness surrounding him. He thrust once more deeply and shot his load. They stood like that for moments before either one had the strength to move. Then Julian said how exhausted he felt. "Well, me too, but I'm not recovering from a coma." O'Brien grinned. "No, but you'll be sore tomorrow." "With that monster of a cock in me, I'll be lucky to walk." They laughed. Julian dressed and went back to his quarters. He slept a long time. He woke up Wednesday morning, wondering if he just slept the clock around or if Garak had gotten away with a masterful plot. --- The End