The BLTS Archive - Bang Cocking Two
by Karmen Ghia (karmen_ghia@yahoo.com)

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Warning: This story contains m/m sex.  If you are offended by this or
under age, please move on.  Click here http://google.com and have a
nice day.

Disclaimer:  Copyright 2000 by Karmen Ghia. This original work of
amateur fiction based on Star Trek makes transformative use of Star
Trek for noncommercial purposes. This work makes "fair use" of Star
Trek copyrighted material; intended not to infringe on the
intellectual property rights of Paramount, Viacom or other owners of
Star Trek copyright or their assignees or licensees. Author's
copyright extends only to the original material in this work.

This is for Kathryn Ramage, who writes a very sexy O'Brien.  And also
for BGM, who wrote the very !WAH-HOO! first part.

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Bang Cocking- Notes:

I recently read Fred's _In the Closet_ and have never been quite the
same.  Thanks, Fred, you're my hero, you know that.  Then, in an
unstructured moment, I wandered into the FCanon chat room last night
and had such a good time, I volunteered, yes!, volunteered!, no
coercion necessary!, to write the sequel to the very sexy tale BGM was
spinning online. I couldn't write like that with a gun to my head let
alone in a chat room.

But enough about me.

Soon BGM will post the first half so you can see it but for now, I'll
recap.  Dr. Bashir, nipple rings, animal skins, glitter make-up and
all, is taken to a disreputable bar, the Bangkok Bar and Grill, by his
fashion mentor, Elim Garak.  O'Brien, in a fit of older, wiser,
stockier (what is it with Bashir and these older, burly, bear-like
men? Anybody know?) guy protectiveness, has followed the lovers to
this den of iniquity.  He ties to intervene when G and B start having
very public sex, but trips over his own erection and is sidelined. 
Then Sisko, the big party pooper, shows up and orders everybody home,
which, IMHO, is probably better than having him join in.  Not even I
am ready for S/O'B/G/B. Kira was around somewhere earlier but probably
joined the orgy in the ladies room when Garak started to... well,
never mind, ask BGM.

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As Garak helped Bashir to his feet, Miles retrieved his own coat and
draped it around the shivering doctor.

"Miles..." Realizing what kind of hell Sisko was about to give them,
Bashir looked up at the older man for reassurance.

"Julian..." Garak began.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble for one evening?" O'Brien snarled.
Placing a protective arm around Bashir's shoulders, he led the younger
man to his shuttle.

Sisko indeed had much to say about the conduct of Starfleet officers
and gentlemen in general when he got them in his office.  Although
their conduct was technically not wrong since they were all off duty
and Garak was a civilian, it was, nevertheless, a poor way to
represent the Federation and DS9 in this sector. Unable to mete out
any official punishment to O'Brien and Bashir, Sisko simply made it
plain that they could forget about any kind of recreational leave for
the next few six months.  He warned Garak that the Cardassian could be
booted off the station for this kind of misconduct and if the tailor
wanted to lead Dr. Bashir into temptation, do it more discreetly or
start pricing storefronts somewhere else.

This was all very sobering.  The trio was dismissed and departed in a
less festive mood than they had previously enjoyed.  Silently they
walked through the habitat ring and when they reached Bashir's door,
it was Miles who was invited in, not the Cardassian.

"Julian, are you all right?" Garak asked, realizing he was *not* going
to get laid that night.

"I've felt better, Garak," Bashir said shakily.  "I do need to talk to
Miles, though. So I'll say good night."  He neatly evaded the
Cardassian's good night kiss and slipped into his quarters, O'Brien
right behind him.

"Miles, I'd like to explain..."

"Julian, why don't you take a shower?  You've got paint all over your
face and you smell like the devil."  O'Brien replicated a glass of
water and some aspirin for himself and Bashir while Bashir showered.

The doctor took a brief, hot shower and came out of the bathroom,
toweling his hair.  He pulled the tie of his robe tighter when he saw
was O'Brien leaning against the bedroom doorjamb instead of waiting in
the other room.  But it had been a strange night; why should it stop
being a strange night?  Still feeling unsteady, Bashir tossed the
towel aside and sat on his bed.  He looked up as O'Brien approached
and accepted the aspirin and water.  "Thanks."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Garak?"

"Who else would I mean?"

"No.  He didn't hurt me.  Miles, I'd like to explain..."

"So, you've done that before with him, haven't you?"

"Well... yes, but never like..."

"Julian, what's gotten into you?  Garak!  Of all the stupid..."

"There's nothing wrong with Garak, I..."

"Nothing wrong, is there?  He takes you to a cheap bar on Xwrita,
displays you like a tramp, splays you and would've had you right
there, in front of god and everyone..."

"And you watching it!"

"And you enjoying it!"

"Why not?"

"If you like that sort of thing, Julian, fine.  But acting like a
little slut, Garak's little slut is..." Pausing to slam Bashir, who'd
decided to leave the room, back onto the bed, O'Brien pinned the
doctor and continued his lecture.  "...not acceptable behavior for a
Starfleet officer, as Captain Sisko so kindly pointed out to us a
little earlier, if you'll recall."

Because O'Brien had stopped talking but made no move to get off him,
Bashir waited politely to see if he would continue.  Then the doctor
began to wonder why O'Brien was still stretched out, toe to toe and
nose to nose, on him.  Then he could feel the Chief's growing erection
against his leg and suspected his friend was not going to be getting
off him any time soon.  "Miles," he said, as casually as possible with
his lips mere millimeters from O'Brien's.  "Why were you in the
Bangkok Bar and Grill tonight?"

"I was worried about you with Garak."

"Why?"

"I don't like the way he looks at you, Julian."

"How does he look at me, Miles?"  At that moment, Bashir felt that
O'Brien was looking at him in very much the same way.

"Like he owns you."

"Sometimes he does own me."  Shock tactics, that might work.

"Julian, for god's sake!"

Bashir went for broke:  "Sometimes we play like that, Miles.  Does
that bother you?  Do you think it's wrong?"

"It's disgusting."

"Is it?  Garak is very clever, very skilled..."

"Shut up, Julian!"

"He calls me his pretty girl, Miles, and..."

"I don't want to hear this!"

"And dresses me up..."

"I said, shut up, Julian!"

"Make me shut up, Miles, make me.  Or shall I tell you about..."

If only to shut him up, O'Brien buried his tongue in Bashir's mouth
and crushed him against his chest in a bearhug.  Drawing back
breathlessly, O'Brien asked, "Does Garak really call you his pretty
girl?"

"Sometimes," Bashir panted against the older man's neck.  "Do you want
me to be your girl tonight, Miles?"

"My pretty girl?"

"Yes, your pretty girl, only yours tonight."

"No."

"No?"

"No.  I want you to be my Julian tonight.  No games, no costumes.
Just us.  Can we have that?"  Staying out of kissing range, he looked
seriously into the doctor's eyes.

"Yes, Miles, of course we can."

O'Brien allowed himself to be pulled down into a kiss and stayed
there, roaming his hands over the supple body beneath him.  As Bashir
wiggled out of his robe and O'Brien ran his hands over his warm skin,
he realized Garak had the right idea bagging Julian; the doctor was a
treat indeed.  But this pretty girl stuff was way off, O'Brien decided
as he caressed Bashir's hard cock.  Way way off, he affirmed pulling
off his own clothes and rubbing his erection over Bashir's. He might
have climaxed from the pure pleasure of Julian's hands stroking him,
but he wanted what Garak didn't get in the Bangkok Bar and Grill and
moved between Julian's thighs.

"Miles?"

"What?" O'Brien was trying to center his cockhead but was unsure of
where exactly.

"Ah... wait a minute," Bashir squirmed away and opened the bedside
drawer.  "We need this." He handed O'Brien a container of lubricant.

O'Brien asked him what they needed it for and Bashir told him.

"Oh," O'Brien said, spreading a generous amount of lube on his fingers
and gently probing between Bashir's cheeks.

"Yes, like that, right THERE..." Bashir gasped as O'Brien slid his
entire finger in.

"I thought you said Garak didn't hurt you," O'Brien scolded, removing
his finger and putting more lube on it.

"He didn't."

"Then why'd you gasp like that?"

"You startled me."

"I'm sorry, Julian."

"It's okay, Miles, it was an exciting type of startled."

"Oh," O'Brien said and went back to his probing, only more gently.
After a few moments, he asked if Julian thought he was ready and
Julian said almost.  Damping down his impatience, O'Brien slid his
fingers in and out of Bashir's body, coaxing the muscles to loosen and
open to him.  "Ready now?" he asked, looking up at the radiant younger
man.

"Ready."

O'Brien put lots of lubricant on his cock and angled Julian beneath
him.

Very helpfully, Bashir tilted his hips up to meet him and draped his
legs over O'Brien's arms and waited.

After a moment, O'Brien gently pressed forward, met a little
resistance and stopped.

"Don't stop," Julian said more sharply than he'd intended.  "Please,
Miles, don't stop.  It's all right," he soothed.

Encouraged, O'Brien pressed forward again in little pulses until the
head slipped in.  He froze when he heard Bashir gasp.  "Julian?  Are
you all right?"

"Yes," Bashir panted.  "Just wait a moment."  Several deep breaths.
"Okay, go ahead."  He relaxed against O'Brien's cock sliding deep
inside him and reached up to stroke his lover's cheek when he felt him
hit bottom.  He shivered as Miles started to fuck him, thinking,
'Miles O'Brien is fucking me,' and thrust up to meet the pale hips
pounding his ass.  Reaching for his own cock, he matched the Chief's
rhythm and came when O'Brien cried out his name in a strangled moan
and collapsed onto his sticky chest.  When Bashir had recovered from
his own climax, he stroked the broad, pale back and enjoyed its warmth
and softness.  It was so very unlike his other, more usual lover's
back.

After another semiconscious moment, O'Brien roused himself enough to
ease his spent cock out and roll onto his back.  He pulled Julian
across his chest and stroked his still damp curls.  "How was that?" he
asked.

"Wonderful, Miles, really wonderful."

"I've never done that before." He idly fondled one of Julian's nipple
rings to cover his sudden shyness.

"Oh."

"So how was I?" he asked, thinking, 'these piercings have got to go.'

"Wonderful."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Not just so-so?"  He was reconsidering; the nipple rings were rather
pretty on his pretty girl.

"You were wonderful, Miles, really."

Knowing it was a lie, O'Brien kissed his Julian's forehead, and vowed
to himself that with a little more practice, it would be wonderful.

They lay silently sated next to each other for a while, dozing.
O'Brien had no one to go home to just then so he decided to spend the
night.

"This will annoy Garak when he finds out," Bashir sleepily worried,
though he was safely cuddled up in O'Brien's arms for now.

"Good."

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The End