The BLTS Archive - Another Chance by Douglas E. Maupin (dmaupin@ix.netcom.com) --- STAR TREK is a Registered Trademark of Paramount Pictures. All Rights Reserved. No infringement was meant. This depicts graphic SEX between people of the SAME SEX which means this is NC-17, so if you're under 18 or you don't like M/M sex don't read this. You may archive this as long as it presented in its entire and unaltered form. I wanted to have Riker and Paris but they live in different quadrants. This story is along the lines of "Riker Squared" and "Lilly White Boys" from different authors. This story involves Thomas Riker and Nicholas Locarno. This story is complete but there will be continuations. 2-04-97 --- The Klingons had captured a Cardassian prison outpost. It mostly consisted of Maquis soldiers. Klingons believing that 'An enemy of my enemy is an ally.' and acting as a token of peace towards Bajor, and the Federation, was releasing custody of the soldiers in the prison to Bajor. Deep Space Nine would act as quarantine station for them until Bajor and the Federation could integrate them back into society. Major Kira was in charge of converting the cargo bays into temporary quarters for the hundreds of people arriving shortly. Food, and sanitation were her main concerns. Bajoran official were busy on the planet's surface building temporary shelters. The Federation was sending ships to "collect" its freed citizens. The next week would be the most hectic for all concerned. The door to the Odo's security office opened. Major Kira walked in. She seemed a little upset with Odo's request to see her in person. Odo was sitting, his desk covered with several PADDs containing various information. He looked up at her sensing her frustration. "I'm sorry to bother you Major, but I thought you should see this." He handed her one of the PADDs. She scanned it's screen. "It's a list of the prisoners the Klingons are sending us." She held the PADD in the air. "What about it?" "Look at number 205." She studied the list a little harder. She recognized a few names, then her eyes widen, "Tom Riker is one the prisoners!?" almost speechless "Does Starfleet know about him? And what are we to do with him?" "Yes. In fact they brought him to my attention, before giving me the list of names. There are several other people on board that have, shall we say less than perfect records. But as a condition with the Klingon High Command these people's past crimes are to be excused." He paused, collecting himself a bit. "They were fighting Cardassia without Starfleet approval - in a sense they were Klingon Allies." "Then why don't the Klingons take care of them as Allies?" Kira asked, "Not that I really want them to." Holding up her hands. Odo pressed his lips together. "They can barely support themselves. They normally would have killed everyone, but I feel Gowron is trying to keep on the Federation's good side. He certainly can't call the Federation an enemy too loud. It was Starfleet who discovered the Changeling spy as his second in command. He knows he walks a very thin line with the High Council, his people and civil war. This way he rids himself of these prisoners. Calls it a gesture of peace. The Klingon homeworld is spared having to dispose of or support these people. That makes them happy. The Federation gets its people back. They're happy. Everyone's happy," Odo said aloud. He thought "Everyone's happy but me." "So Tom won't have to face any charges?" "No." She smiled. "Thanks for letting me know. Anything else?" "No. I think you have enough to worry about." She left Odo's office feeling nervous, slightly giddy. She remembered promising Tom that she would do everything to win his release. In the end, dumb luck would free him and the others. Arriving at her station, she started pouring over records and manifests. Where to put the people? She did not want to make their stay on DS9 like prison, but they would just have to stay in the cargo bays until room was made. All but one person. --- New ships were arriving all time at DS9. Many were here to offer jobs to the as of yet unarrived POWs. Some ships had 'regular' duties at the station. Cargo and passengers transferring from one place to another. Aboard one of these ships Nicholas Locarno arrived. He had found his way to DS9. He, like others, hoped to start a new life. A piloting job awaited him if he could get there before the Erstwhile departed. He walked through the airlock onto the station. Even for him, it was busy. He walked through the promenade. Spotting Quark's, he reached into his pockets, pulling out what credits he had. He was doing well, financially speaking. He walked in, eyeing the Dabo tables. "Stay away from those things, Nick. You've lost too many times, too many things," he thought to himself. He sat down at the bar. He placed his pack at his feet. Quark saw him come in. He watched Nick very closely. He had the lobes to sense this man was either very good or very bad. Quark walked over to him for closer inspection. Quark silently thought, "Mid to upper twenties, above average intelligence, skilled pilot or navigator, possibly Starfleet, worked his way for transport to DS9." "Welcome to Quark's. What will it be?" "Antarean brandy," Nick said with his best smile. "This is a busy place." "We're usually busy here. We have the best drinks on the station." Quark said. "I meant, DS9 seems very busy, almost frantic." "It's the POWs from Cardassia. They are set to arrive any minute. They will stop here first," he said aloud. In his head, he thought "Several hundred people....and not any latinum to their name." "What about other ships? Who should I talk to?" "Don't trust the monitors; the schedules all wrong. I would talk to Major Kira." Nick reached in his pocket, paid Quark for his drink, giving a little extra for the information. Quark smiled as Nick got up and left the bar. Quark whispered to himself. "I like him." --- The prisoners' ship scurried along. It wasn't fancy. An old Cardassian barge that had been pressurized so people could breath and grav panels put in so they wouldn't float around. The trip to DS9 took several days. With little food or sanitation, it seemed like weeks. Several fights broke out amongst the 'guests' but, luckily, no one was killed yet. On DS9, long range scans picked up the ship several hours before it actually arrived at the station. Whether the ship's slow speed was on purpose or not no one knew, but it sure made a lot of people nervous. The ship was unarmed, had no shields and was running on an autopilot. The ship arrived without incident. The hundreds of people were "deposited" into a cargo bay and the ship left. The identity of each person was established and each was given their housing assignments. Before entering the station proper, each person was to undergo a medical exam. Most of the prisoners had evidence of repeated beatings, and torture. Any appendage that a prisoner could be hung from without causing death had restraint scars. Many were missing non-vital limbs, an eye or ear, even external genitals. Females had evidence of numerous rapes and aborted pregnancies; males evidence of being suspended by their scrotums. Some were castrated. The Cardassians were the Alpha Quadrants torture experts. These people were the living proof. Doctor Bashir looked at his roster. Thomas Riker was next for an examination. He thought about notifying Major Kira, but thought he had better examine him first. Tom walked into the exam room. "Welcome home," Bashir said. "Thanks. I wasn't quite sure what kind of greeting I would get when I arrived." Julian waved the scanner over Tom. "Well if no one told you, part of the agreement with the Klingon was that all past crimes are to be pardoned." Bashir looked at the monitors. He shook his head in horror. "Take off your clothes and lay down on your stomach. I need to do a little work." Tom complied with the Doctor's orders. A slight chill went over his body as he remembered that most of the time when he was undressed it meant some form of torture would be implemented. He also remembered that it only became worse if you fought it. He placed his clothes at the end of the table and lay down. The Doctor reach for an instrument. He activated it. The device had a low hum. As its beams hit Tom, he flinched. It actually soothed his tormented skin. His back was covered with slash marks, from paper thin cuts and deep gashes. Bashir noticed several burns from heated objects and close proximity phaser fire. The device the Doctor used eliminated the scars they had left. "So why did the Klingons want us to have amnesty?" Tom asked. "Not sure really. Maybe they just thought they would give us a few more civilians to worry about." Julian lifted one of Tom's feet, Tom jerking slightly. Deep scars around the ankles told a story of pain. "One of their first techniques," Tom said "They hang you from your arm or legs. Sometimes for days with out food or water. Then they start interrogating you while they feast." The scars were stubborn, but the device Bashir used erased them. "Turn over," the Doctor said. Tom turned over. Luckily he hadn't lost an eye or ear yet. Bashir worked on similar wounds around Tom's wrists and scrotum. His chest was heavily bruised. When Bashir was through, he gave Tom several injections. Explaining he had skin and lung infections and, like most people of the ship, he had some radiation poisoning due to inadequate shielding on the cargo ship. "Tom, There is someone who wants to see you...." "Kira" Tom interrupted. "I was just about to ask you if she was still here." "I'll contact her." Tom nodded. Bashir tapped his communicator. "Doctor Bashir to Major Kira" "Kira here." "Major. Thomas Riker is here. Would you care to see him?" "I'm on my way." Bashir turned to Tom. "You'd better get dressed. She may not knock." He paused, "And Tom, I have erased the physical scars. I can't do anything for the mental ones." "That is something that I must do for myself." Tom smiled. He smiled. For the first time in three years he smiled. He realized that in a crazy way the Klingons had given him another chance. He had made some mistakes in his life. Those mistakes cost him his freedom. They almost cost him his life. He had been given another chance. It felt good. He felt good. Tom had barely finished dressing when Kira entered the room. Bashir was right; she didn't knock. "Tom" she said holding out her arms. He was a little shocked at her appearance. He hadn't quite expected her to be pregnant. With a startled look, he said, "Kira?" The shock must have been fairly obvious. "You didn't know about the baby. Of course you didn't." She waved her hands. "Actually this was Julian's handiwork." Tom looked at Bashir wide-eyed. "It's not what you think." Bashir explained about the accident and how Kira was the only surrogate available. Being Bashir, he threw in a little about Bajoran physiology. Summing it, up he said, "Whew! I hate it when she says things like that. That's exactly how rumors get started. No telling what kind of trouble it could get me into." Both Kira and Riker were laughing slightly at the Doctor's frustration. "Well Julian, with any luck I should deliver in a few weeks. Then I won't be able to tease you." "Maybe not about the pregnancy, but you'll find something. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other patients to see. Could you two take it somewhere else?" "Sure, Come on Tom. I have something to talk to you about." They walked through the station. Tom didn't really know where he was being led, but he trusted Kira. She seemed a little edgy, but not openly nervous. They didn't really talk about anything specific. Kira kept changing the subject. Tom thought she acted like she wanted to say something, but didn't know how. They walked up to a door. Kira keyed the controls. The doors opened and they entered. The room was fairly spacious and immaculately clean. The decor was definitely Bajoran, slightly feminine. They were Kira's quarters, Tom guessed. "Tom, While I'm pregnant I am living with the O'Briens. You are free to live here until I give birth and move back." she blurted. There I said it, she thought. "That's quite an offer." He nodded, stroked his beard, "Agreed on one condition." "Sure. What?" "Total honesty. If it is at all inconvenient, you tell me. No trying spare my feelings or anything like that." "Agreed." She smiled, "There is one thing I wanted to say." He said nothing, just answered with his blue eyes. "I had been trying to get your release. I never gave up on you." "I know. I knew you wouldn't" He held his arms out. They embraced. Not with passion but with gentle understanding. Over the communication system. "Odo to Major Kira." "Kira here." "Major, You had better get to the cargo bays. I seems as though some of the new arrivals are getting impatient." "I'm on my way. Kira out." She looked up into his blue eyes. "I got to go. Duty calls." "Just as well. I could use a shower. And some time alone. You know how Cardassians are about never letting a prisoner have any privacy." "I understand. Now you'll find clean clothes in the dresser. Feel free to look around. I've already moved all my stuff out, just in case you said yes. I got to go. I'll contact you later," she said and left. Tom looked around. He walked into the bathroom. He looked in the drawers, finding a smaller clipper. He trimmed his beard slightly, remembering his 'brother's' beard, close and trimmed. Tom kept his slightly more full. The bathroom had both shower and tub. It was equipped with both sonic and water heads. Running water, what a luxury. He activated the water and adjusted the temperature. He stripped his clothes and slipped into the tub. It seemed like years of dirt were dissolving away. He soaked for about twenty minutes. His skin, being unaccustomed to such soaking, started to wrinkle. He got out of the tub. He dried off. He investigated the dresser, finding a loose pullover shirt and pair of pants. He walked into the main living quarters. He sat down on the sofa. What to do next, he thought. He listened. He listened to... The room was too quiet. Too empty. He felt uncomfortably alone. He needed to be with other people. He wanted to be with someone. --- What had started as a good day was slowly turning to a disastrous one. Kira had informed Nick that the ship he was to meet was delayed due to an ion storm. It could take as long as three days to reach DS9. He also learned that there was no accommodations on DS9. He found himself back at Quark's. He sat down at the end of the bar. He checked his pockets. He had enough credits to keep himself fed for three days. Where to sleep was the real problem. Maybe he could persuade the chief of security to let him sleep in the brig. It wasn't like he hadn't slept in a jail before. This would be the first time he would talk his way into jail. "Quark!" Nick called to the Ferengi. "Yes? Oh, it's you. Back so soon? What did you need?" "Who's Chief of Security?" Quark grumbled a bit. "Odo. Why? Do you want to see him or avoid him?" "No. I just need to ask him if I could stay in an empty cell. Where can I find him?" Nick said, getting up. "Officially his office is outside the brig, but I think he has a substation here." Quark motioned for Nick to sit back down. "Just sit down. He'll be by any minute. Better yet go play Dabo for a while. He'd probably welcome you into a cell just to keep an eye on you" Nick shook his head. "No. I stay away from those tables." Spotting an empty chair at the other end of the bar, he said, "That looks like a good spot." He walked over and sat down. The perfect spot. He could see everything, nobody behind him, and he didn't have to move to get his drinks. Now he just had to wait. Nick had ordered a drink and had been nursing it along for about ten minutes when Tom walked into Quark's. Nick took notice. He looked familiar somehow. Nick dismissed it at first since he had been with quite a few men fitting Tom's general description. It was more than just wishful thinking though; Nick knew him from somewhere. He watched as Tom sat at the other end of the bar. Quark and Tom shook hands. It appeared as though Quark knew him. Quark filled a glass. After several exchanges Quark looked directly at Nick and muttered something to Tom. Nick motioned for Quark. Quark scurried over. "Quark, who is that?" Nodding to Tom. "Thomas Riker. He was one of the prisoners that was released." Remembering where he had seen him. "Riker. Commander Riker. Yes I remember him. From the Enterprise." "You're thinking of Will Riker. That's his twin brother, Thomas." "The records didn't say anything about Riker having an twin." "Which records?" Quark could smell,.hear something dirty a sector away. "When I was in the Academy, a cadet I knew served with Commander Riker on the Enterprise. I developed something of a crush on Commander Riker. I was able to access Starfleet personnel records. I learned everything about Commander Riker in the hopes of meeting him. Possibly to serve under him." "What happened?" "I did something stupid. Lied about it. Got kicked out of the Academy. Anyway, I never read anything about a twin brother." "That because no one knew Thomas existed until about six years ago, including William Riker. It's a long story, something to do with the transporter creating an exact duplicate." Quark leaned closer to Nick ears. "I'm not in the habit of giving free advice but ...go over and talk to him." Quark pulled away. "Now leave me alone," Quark barked as he walked away from the bar. Nick took the advice of the Ferengi. He picked up his glass and casually walked over to where Thomas was sitting. "Good. An empty seat next to him, Nick thought, setting his glass in front of the seat. "Excuse me, but isn't your name Riker?" Nick said. "Yes, to whom am I speaking?" Tom looked into Nick's blue eyes. "My name is Nicholas Locarno, Nick to friends. Do you mind if I sit down?" Pointing to the chair. "I prefer to be alone." Nick thought, Did I miss my guess totally? but instead, said, "One does not go to a bar to be alone." Tom thought, "He doesn't scare easily, but he almost sounds like a Vulcan." Tom nodded to the chair "You're right. Have a seat, Nick." Conversation mounted quickly between them. Tom telling of the transporter accident, the Maquis, the Cardassian prison, his release. Nick told about the Academy, his expulsion, various piloting jobs. He hinted at his attraction to Tom. The more they talked, the more at ease they felt with each other. Nick had asked why Quark told him to come over and talk to Tom. Tom explained he had asked Quark who the strawberry blond man sitting all alone was. They looked at each other and realized their mutual attraction to one another. Feeling a little silly, they both started laughing. Tom placed his hand over Nick's. They were not aware that Odo had walked up behind them. He folded his arms saying, "Well, the two bad boys found each other." "Odo, What's that suppose to mean?" Tom asked. "Well Tom you may have been pardoned for your Maquis activity. Kira may even trust you, but I know old habits die hard." Odo shifted his head, looking at Nick "And you. When you came through, my computer automatically pulled your file. Although you haven't committed any crimes, expulsion from the Academy make you a suspect for all kinds of illegitimate activities. I have been informed you need a place to stay. My brig would suit you. That way I don't have to worry about you." Nick's face flushed, angry that he was being talked about behind his back. "What did Quark tell..." "Quark tells me nothing that..." "He's staying with me tonight," Tom interrupted both of them "Now Odo, if you are through with your accusations, I'm tired and we're leaving." He stood up. Odo was silent. Nick, also silent, followed Tom's cue standing up. The two men left together. The last thing they heard leaving the bar was the Dabo jackpot alarm going off. They walked down the halls, "Tom, you really..." Nick started. "Don't say anything just yet. Let's get into the room. You never know about monitoring devices. And things may not always be what they appear. Especially with Odo." They entered Kira's quarters. After the doors shut, the lights were turned on. "Wow, this is some place. Not bad for just stepping off a prison barge." "It's not exactly standard issue. Major Kira is letting me stay here while she is carrying some other woman's baby.... Don't ask. I want to contact her to let her know you will be with me in case your job gets in early. What's the name of the ship." "The Erstwhile." Tom pointed to the sofa. "Make yourself comfortable." Tom walked into the bedroom. Nick sat on the sofa. Quickly he unbuttoned the next two buttons on his shirt, but kept the fabric pulled together. Tom came out, "It's all set. She'll contact you, here, when the ship arrives. Would you like something to drink?" "I think I've had enough; just a glass of water is fine." Tom retrieved two glasses from the replicator. He sat down next to Nick. They stared at each other, not sure what to do next. Tom thought, It's now or never. Tom reached over, separating the fabric of Nick's shirt to reveal the soft blond chest hair. Nick moved closer. Their lips met. Their mouths opened, tongues meeting, probing, exploring each other's mouths. Their eyes closed. Their arms wrapping around and rubbing each other's body. Tom pulled away and whispered into Nick's ear, Follow me." Tom led Nick into the bedroom. Tom grabbed the bottom of his shirt. With one single motion, he peeled his shirt off. Nick's heart started beating faster. He could feel his erection growing at the sight. Tom's body was firm due to hard physical labor, not working out at the gym. His muscles were prominent not defined and his chest was covered with dark hair. Together with the beard, it gave him the rugged frontier look that Nick could not resist. Nick reached up to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Tom caught his fingers. "Let me do that. I love undressing a man." Tom proceeded to unfasten the buttons. Nick lay his hands on Tom's chest. Tom finished with the buttons. He opened, then remove the shirt. Nick's torso was more defined. His chest was also covered with hair but it was finer and lighter, making it harder to see at first. The hair narrowed down the middle of his body, forming a treasure trail that led into his pants. Tom began licking Nick's nipples, slightly nipping them. He kissed Nick's chest, taking mouthfuls of hair as he moved from one nipple to the other. Both men start rubbing their own erections, then each other's. Tom carefully directed Nick to the bed. Nick was gently lowered to the bed on his back. Tom, still nibbling on a nipple, was on top of him. Tom started licking/kissing the rest of Nick's exposed body. He moved down, spending a little time at the navel before moving on to the pants. Nick's erection was quite evident so the pants were carefully removed. Tom caressed Nick's erect penis, the glans still partially covered with foreskin. He licked the tip and Nick flinched slightly. Slowly he placed Nick's penis into his mouth. He stopped just as the glans was covered. Tom started probing with his tongue, first the opening, then around the head. He let Nick slide further into his mouth, paused and then went further until his nose was buried into Nick's blond pubic hair. Tom pulled his head up, letting the erection slowly pull out of his mouth. Reaching the glans, he swallowed Nick penis again. He continued this motion, increasing speed. Nick threw his head back in ecstasy. Tom could taste salty pre-ejaculate; Nick's penis aching for release. The glans flared. Tom let Nick pull out of his mouth. He licked the erect penis, careful not bring about an orgasm. Nick shivered with anticipation. Tom stood up, facing Nick as he removed his own pants. Nick breathed irregularly at the sight of Tom's erection. Nick sat up. Tom's erection was right at Nick's face. Nick was amazed with the fact that Tom's foreskin completely covered the glans even with a full erection. Nick placed Tom's penis into his mouth, returning the pleasures Tom had just given him. Tom approached climax. He grasped Nick's head, stopping his motion. "Lay down on your stomach." Nick followed his instructions. Tom brought his hand to his mouth, getting a handful of saliva. He placed some on his penis and the rest in the cleft of Nick's buttocks. He laid his erect penis on the cleft. With gentle movements of his hips, he glided it between the buttocks. As Nick began relaxing, Tom's erection slipped further down. Nick's breaths increased. Tom slipped further. Tom's glans stroked Nick's anus. Nick's breathing paused. Tom pushed slightly. His penis slid past, not entering, just massaging the opening. Nick shifted, raising his hips slightly, Tom pushed into him. He stopped just after the glans was enveloped by Nick's anus. Nick gasped. Tom pushed, sliding his penis half way in. Nick moaned and lowered his head. Tom pulled out slightly, then pushed back in, entering all the way. Nick's head snapped back in pleasure. Tom began pulling out and pushing his erection back into Nick. Slow at first, but increasingly faster as Nick's body became used to Tom. Nick reached under and grasped his own penis. He stroked it in unison with Tom's thrusts. Both approached climax quickly. Tom stopped and slowly pulled out. He patted Nick's back which was now covered with fine sweat droplets. "Turn over. I wanted to see you." Nick rolled over. Tom lifted Nick's legs. Tom placed them over his shoulders. Tom's penis pointed at Nick's anus. He reentered with little resistance. They resumed. Nick could feel his orgasm build. His glans flared as he climaxed onto his own stomach and chest, his penis jerking with each spasm, semen spilling onto the blond body hair. The sight and smell of Nick's orgasm forced Tom into climax. Tom thrust forward as he ejaculated into Nick. Nick could feel the hot semen in him. He could feel Tom's penis twitch with each ejaculation. The initial spasms began to subside. Nick's hand was covered with his own semen. He raised it to his mouth, swallowing the warm fluid. Tom pulled out. He bent over Nick, licked up the semen soaking into his friend's golden chest hair. After swallowing the warm musky liquid Tom said, "You're a mess. Would you like a shower?" "I think that would be a good idea." The idea of showering together was appealing, however, the shower was too small for both of them. Nick, being the messier of the two, showered first, the warm water flowing off of him. The feeling of release. His body relaxed. Upon exiting, Tom wrapped him in a body towel, gently drying him off. Nick made a gesture to shower to Tom. Tom's shower was quicker. He returned to the bed where Nick awaited him. They cuddled together and drifted off to sleep. --- Tom woke first, at first not sure if last night was real or just a dream fabricated by his mind to protect him from the Cardassian torture. Stroking Nick's naked body, he realized life had given him another chance. He promised himself he would not ruin it again. He got up and dressed. He headed for the door. Nick lay sleeping. Before walking through the door, he looked back at him. Nick laid on his back, nothing covering him. Tom looked at his face, still seeing his blue eyes even though Nick's eyes were closed. His face with several days growth of beard gave him a rebellious look. Moving down, he saw the lean musculature and youthful skin covered by soft golden body hair. He looked at Nick's genitals. The now flaccid penis lay to one side. Flaccid, it was only a third of its erect size. The foreskin formed a sharp cone that hugged the penis. When soft, the glans flattened out so that it could not be detected. The scrotum was held tightly to his body. Tom could feel his own penis react to the sight of Nick's body. The gods have heard my prayers, he thought. "But what does he see in me?" he whispered, walking out the door. "Looks like I just got another chance," Tom thought and left the room. --- Tom looked up Kira, Miles and Sisko. They were busy, but still had some time for an old acquaintance. He put out feelers as to possible employment, and housing. Several companies had offers for skilled pilots, but nothing that would allow him and Nick to be together. Too bad Starfleet is out of the question, he thought. He stopped by Garak's shop and ordered Nick and himself some new clothes, his heart skipping a few beats at the sight of the Cardassian. He was still amazed to find such a hospitable Cardassian. There's more to him than we realize, Tom thought. He felt a need to return to the room to Nick. He entered the quarters. He heard only the sound of the station's mechanisms through the ventilation ducts. He walked to the bedroom door. Nick was still asleep in bed. Tom removed his clothing. He crawled onto the bed. His face hovering over Nick's crotch, he rubbed his beard over Nick's genitals. Nick stirred, but did not wake. Tom opened his mouth, engulfing the penis. He stuck his tongue between the soft foreskin and flaccid glans. He licked around the entire head. Nick slowly gained consciousness. Nick's penis became erect. "Good morning handsome," Nick said, yawning. Tom continued to suckle the rigid penis. Tom's penis became erect. Nick reached climax quickly. Tom did not stop. Tom's penis drooled with anticipation. Nick ejaculated into Tom's mouth. Tom allowed the semen to coat his tongue before swallowing, his own penis painfully erect. Nick gave himself a slight shake. Regaining control of himself, Tom pulled Nick from his mouth. They kissed. Their tongues probed each other's mouths. Nick could taste himself in Tom's mouth. "My turn," Nick said. They traded positions. Nick could taste the salty pre-ejaculate. He used Tom's foreskin to slide the erection in and out of his mouth. Nick could hear Tom's breathing increase. He could feel the glans swell in his mouth. Tom grabbed Nick's head and climaxed. Nick swallowed the hot fluid, but he was unaccustomed to the volume of semen in Tom's ejaculate. Semen spilt on to his face. The orgasm subsided and Tom pulled himself out of Nick. Nick crawled up to Tom. They kissed again. Tom noticed the semen on Nick's face and licked it off. They collapsed into each other's arms. The day was spent in Tom's quarters. They replicated all sorts of food. They left it out, eating it throughout the day, between sex and during it. They explored each other's bodies through sight, touch, smell and taste. They had no sense of time. No sun to rise or set. The hours passed quickly and soon they were asleep in each other's arms again. --- Nick woke first the next morning. He went to the food they had set up the day before. He ate a few pieces of fruit. He began thinking of his job with the Erstwhile. Would he be able to take Tom? Would Tom even want to go? Would he ever see Tom again if he left? Too bad Starfleet is out of the question, he thought. He walked over to the communications terminal. He activated it. There was a message from Major Kira. The Erstwhile was due in at 800 hours. He glanced at the chronometer. It was 700 hours. He hailed Kira. The message screen was replaced by her face. "Kira here." "Pardon the interruption, Major. I am Nicholas Locarno. You left a message for me that the Erstwhile was due in. Is it still on time?" "Actually it is docking now. Lower pylon 2. It may not be going anywhere soon. It seems the storms damaged her pretty good." "Thank you, Major." She nodded. Nick suddenly realized he was still naked. He wondered how much Kira saw or if she even noticed he was naked. He walked to the bathroom shaved, brushed his teeth and got dressed. He looked at Tom who lay sleeping. His hair and beard were tousled, giving him a rugged look. His frame was full and strong articulated with hard muscle and his chest was covered with rich black body hair. He looked further down, seeing Tom's penis lying down between his legs. His penis was nearly as large flaccid as it was erect. It wasn't quite as thick though. The glans under the foreskin was still very prominent, even while flaccid. The foreskin was very loose and overshot the glans by several centimeters. The testicles lay on the bed in its very stretched out scrotum. Nick could feel his own penis react to the sight of Tom's body. The gods have heard my prayers, he thought. "But what does he see in me?" he whispered, walking out the door. Looks like I just got another chance, Nick thought. --- Nick arrived at lower pylon 2. The airlocks were open, but the ship's door was closed. He signaled the occupants. The door opened, revealing a man mid thirties. He wore his hair parted in the middle, ponytail in the back. He had a slight growth of beard. Nick couldn't tell if he forgot to shave, if he had just start growing a beard or if that was as thick as it got. He was wearing loose fitting pants and a shirt that tied up the middle. Nick could see a small amount of hair on his chest. The pants were very baggy and revealed nothing. He wondered what looked like under those loose fitting clothes. His mind flashed thoughts of this man, Tom and himself in bed together. "Yeah, what can I help you with?" he said, smiling, but Nick wasn't sure if he was happy to see him or if that was just a reflex. "I'm Nicholas Locarno. You contacted me about flying with you." "Oh yeah. I'm Thadium Okona. Call me Thad. Unfortunately, at the moment, the Erstwhile is not going anywhere. She was pretty beat up. Being Starfleet Academy you should know a few things about making this thing fly." He scratched his beard. "You think you could help get her back together." "I could sure try." Nick smiled. "Come on in." The ship was an average size for a cargo ship. It was incredibly cluttered and could hold a lot more if things were organized better. Nick wondered if Okona was always this messy or if the turbulence from the storm had trashed the place. Okona showed Nick a room that would be his quarters and discussed terms of employment. The two men spent the next hour examining the damage report the DS9 could detect from scans of the ship. Most of the problems were caused by shorts from jury rigging system together and using obsolete parts. Tom could sure help with these problems, Nick thought. "You know most of these problems are conduit breaches and system over loads," Nick said, "I have a friend that could probably help us out. I can do some of this, but my real specialty is navigation and piloting. My friend spent eight years alone on Nervala IV. He had to makeshift everything for himself. Do you think you could use a man like that?" "I really don't have the room for another man..." "He could stay in my quarters," Nick interjected. "Is he here on the station?" "He sure is." Nick nodded. "Let's meet him." They left the Erstwhile. They arrived at Tom's quarters. Nick entered his entry code and the doors opened. Okona was a little shocked by the size of the room. Nick motioned for him to sit down. Nick went into the bedroom. Tom was still asleep. Nick crawled upon the bed. He hovered above Tom crotch. He began licking Tom's foreskin. He opened his mouth, engulfing Tom's entire penis. Tom woke suddenly from fear, mostly that the Cardassian had come to torture his testicles, again. Nick jumped back, frightened that he had hurt Tom. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Sorry, Nick, Just a reflex from the years of prison." He reached out for him. "Give me some time. I'm still a little jumpy" "Giving you time is what I came to see you about. The ship I've come here to meet is here. It's pretty beat up. I told the owner about your being marooned on that planet. He says he might hire you too." Tom just shook his head. "There is one catch. We have to live together." "I think I can live with that." They kissed. "Let me get dressed." Tom pulled some pants on and grabbed a shirt. They walked into the living quarters. "Commander Riker", Okona said. Tom put his shirt on and held out his hand to shake. "Have we met?" "'Have we met?'" Okona's eyes and smile were as wide as he could get. "I'd say we met. Several years ago, the Enterprise." "You met my twin William..." "Commander Riker had no 'twin'. And I think he would have known after what we shared." Okona was beginning to mistrust Tom. "He didn't know I existed until five years ago." Tom explained the circumstances of the accident. "Well, if you could survive there, I guess I could use your help. Are you and Commander Riker exactly alike?" "Up to the point of the accident, we were the same person. From then on, we each had different life experiences, therefore we're slightly different. Why?" "What about past relationships? What feelings do you hold for Deanna?" "She is Imzadi. That will never change. When I'm near her, I still 'hear' her. Why would you ask about Deanna?" "We were more than acquaintances," Okona said. "If she is with someone, I wish her happiness." He looked at Nick "There is someone else in my life now." Okona understood Nick and Tom's relationship. He could sense Tom had no ill feelings for him. Okona gave one of his knee weakening smiles. "Well, at first, Will wanted to kill me for seeing Deanna." Tom noted mentally that Okona had dropped the 'Commander Riker' tone, "But she suggested we meet, just the three of us. One thing led to another..." "You slept together," Tom said. "Yes, but we didn't exactly part the best of friends." "That sounds like Will. Between the two of us, he has the more active libido." "Oh, You got it too, Tom," Nick interjected. They all laughed "Well, let's get down to the Erstwhile and see what we can do together," Okona said. Both Tom and Nick caught the little suggestion, but neither had any objection. Looks like I just got another chance, Okona thought. --- to be continued?