Taming of Tom Paris, Part 13


By Britta

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It was pitch black, yet he sucked my cock like it was the most savory item in the universe. The fact that we were in a turbolift appeared not to bother him at all. It also didn't seem to matter that someone would come and open the doors for us soon.
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He was on his knees before me, skillfully bringing me to climax while the whole ship was engaged in a security drill.
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We just happened to be caught in here on our way back from a late lunch when the klaxons went off and the power shut down. I knew approximately how long we had until someone came to rescue us but he didn't.
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Janeway, Tuvok and I had worked out this exercise together one afternoon and we'd decided to let random factors govern the timing of the drill. The only thing I knew for sure was that this portion of the drill would last for exactly 26 minutes.
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Tom and I had been stuck in here for less than sixty seconds when he began evincing signs of claustrophobia. I held him close as the lights dimmed and thanked all the deities there were that we were together. I wondered how he would manage if he were alone and this same scenario came to pass for real.
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Perhaps he could handle it. It might be that my presence was causing him problems. In any event, it seemed that he needed something else to focus on. It went completely dark; worse than operating in gray mode.
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He clung to me as if I were his lifeline. I spoke to him softly and tried to explain that everything was OK, that it was just a drill.
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Whether or not he believed me was moot. All he knew was that he was enclosed in a cage not of his own choosing. In the dark. But this time, he was not alone.
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He clutched me tightly and felt me all over as if to make sure I was really there. Eventually, he kissed me and reached for my face, touching every feature with his fingertips, then his lips and tongue. I allowed this without hesitation because I could feel his tension tangibly and could only imagine that he must be reliving some kind of personal hell.
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I'd never seen him like this before, so completely unnerved. I continued murmuring trite yet comforting phrases over and over. He kept trying to get closer to me even though it wasn't possible. He nuzzled my neck, breathing deeply and too quickly, inhaling my scent. I suddenly realized what he was doing--he was filling his senses with me; my taste, my scent, the sound of my voice and the feel of my skin under his hands.
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"Cha, I gotta have more." I felt him slide to his knees in front of me. He rested his cheek against my thigh while fumbling with the fastening of my pants. "Please," he whispered. "Please let me do this."
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I relented at the sound of his anguish. "Go on. It's OK." I stroked his head with both of my hands and just let it happen.
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As he sucked me in the silent darkness we shared, I noticed that his breathing evened out. I never thought that giving head could be so therapeutic. I tried to last as long as I could but eventually succumbed to the inevitable and came, shooting my load down Tom's willing throat. When he didn't move, I straightened my uniform and joined him on the floor.
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Pulling him into my lap, I kissed him and said, "Just close your eyes, Sweetheart. I'm right here. I've got you. You're safe." His trembling lessened as I brought his head to rest on my shoulder. After a few minutes I realized he'd fallen asleep.
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I was puzzled by his reaction to this not so uncommon situation and by his subsequent behavior. When we got out of here, we were going directly to Sickbay, drill be damned.
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Several minutes later, the doors creaked open and weak light spilled inside. Tom didn't move. I began to worry. Geron's concerned face appeared. "Sorry it took so long to get to you, sirs. Are you all right?"
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"I'm not sure about him but I'm fine. Tom?" I tried to rouse him but couldn't. He was still breathing and for that I was immensely grateful. "What deck are we on?"
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"Deck Four, sir."
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"I need to get him to Sickbay." I nodded at the still form in my arms. "I know the lights are out in places. Are the Jeffries tubes lit in this section?"
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"No, sir. But I can guide you down with my wristlight," Geron answered sincerely.
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I had a bad feeling about this. Damn! Why now? I struggled to my feet and hefted Tom over my shoulder. "Let's go."
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Dealing with ladders one-handed isn't easy at the best of times but when you're carrying the most precious burden in the universe over your shoulder, it becomes nearly impossible. I kept hoping he would wake up but then I worried that if he did, he'd panic and struggle and either I'd drop him or we'd both fall.
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Gods! What was the matter with him? I knew he hadn't sustained any injuries recently. I kept concentrating on putting one foot below the other, grateful that Geron wasn't the talkative type. I followed his light as if it were a homing device. When we were down to Deck 5, I saw that power had been partially restored. I tapped my badge and found that communications still had not.
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I wished that we hadn't made this such a realistic drill. But Tuvok had insisted that we take advantage of the relative safety of this region of space and put the crew to the test, especially those who were untried at their new stations.
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I entered Sickbay and lowered Tom onto a biobed as gently as I could. Geron hovered at the door and I motioned for him to stay.
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The Doctor approached us after discharging his last patient. Without any greeting at all he pushed me aside and pointed a medical tricorder at Tom.
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"Hmm, yet another one," he intoned portentously. He looked at me and if a hologram could feel excited, I'd swear he was when he continued, "This is the first one that's been unconscious, though."
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"What are you talking about?" I demanded. "Do you know what's wrong with him?"
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"Of course I do. He's only the nineteenth patient I've had in here in the last two hours, all of whom complained of various odd ailments and erratic behavior. It's due to that chartreuse beverage offered by Mr. Neelix at today's lunch."
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"What?" I roared. My initial reaction was to wring the furry little bastard's neck but then priorities kicked in and I calmed down somewhat. "So do what you need to and wake Tom up."
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"I'm sorry Commander, but that isn't a wise course of action at this time. I do not understand why he is unconscious and until I figure it out, I refuse to take any chances with his health. There's no need for you to get so huffy."
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If punching out a hologram would have given me any satisfaction at all, I'd have done it. As it was, I had no choice but to put my attention on practical matters. I beckoned to Geron and explained why I'd be staying here for the time being. He became my runner and I sent him off to find either the Captain or Tuvok and gave him cryptic messages to deliver.
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A few minutes later, Tom came around. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times in confusion. "How did I get here?"
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"I brought you," I answered.
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The Doctor asked briskly, "How do you feel, Lieutenant?"
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He yawned. "Fine. OK, maybe a little groggy. Why? What happened?"
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"Tell me the last thing you remember." The Doctor gestured at me to keep quiet.
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Tom blinked a few more times and said, "I was leaving the mess hall after lunch. The Commander was on his way to Engineering and I was headed here. Hey, why are the lights so dim? Are my eyes OK?" he asked worriedly.
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The Doctor reassured him, "Your eyesight is fine. However, your pupils are somewhat constricted. Don't worry about it: it will pass."
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They looked like tiny pinpoints to me, surrounded by a sea of blue. It appeared that the disgusting greenish drink acted like some sort of narcotic. No wonder Tom didn't recall his actions on the turbolift.
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He licked his lips and swallowed once. "May I have some water?" he asked the Doctor.
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"Certainly. Have as much as you like. In fact, drink as much as you possibly can. That's an order."
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Tom sat up as the Doctor went to retrieve said liquid for his patient.
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"Cha, what happened?" He looked at me curiously.
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I said softly, "You had a reaction to that stuff you drank at lunch. Do you remember that?"
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"Hard to forget. It looked vile but tasted pretty good actually."
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The Doctor returned shoving a huge glass at Tom. "Drink this. It will help flush out your system. It's a good thing you're assigned to work with me this afternoon."
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"Why's that?" Tom asked between gulps.
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"Because I'm going to use you as a test case on the aftereffects of ingesting this unusual compound. I am going to be monitoring your vital signs, among other things, very closely." The Doctor looked extremely pleased with himself.
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Tom did not. "Great. I get to be a lab rat. Just what I wanted to do today." He heaved a sigh in my direction.
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I just shrugged. At that moment Geron returned and I went to see what news he brought, leaving Tom and the Doctor to argue over whether or not Tom would have to pee into a bottle.
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Geron told me where both the Captain and Tuvok were and relayed equally puzzling messages to me that translated into everything was going pretty much as we expected. I would meet with them in a few hours and we would then compare notes. I instructed Geron to go to my office and bring me every padd on my desk. Off he went while I returned to Tom's side.
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Tom was sulking. The Doctor was beaming. I surmised that Tom had lost the argument. I looked closely at Tom's eyes and saw they were the same as before. I wondered how long it would take before they returned to normal.
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The Doctor looked at me and stated imperiously, "Commander, Mr. Paris will be fine. You may leave now."
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I stared back at him implacably. "I don't think so. I'm not going anywhere for quite a while. I'll stay out of your way but I'm not leaving. I'll use your office as my base of operations for the remainder of the afternoon."
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His mouth opened and closed a few times then he snapped, "Well, since it seems I have no say in the matter, I suppose I shall have to allow it."
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I wasn't about to leave Tom if I could help it. It wouldn't be too long before communications were restored and I'd be back in business. Sometimes I was grateful for the privileges of rank.
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Tom was smirking, glad to see the Doctor bested in one area anyway. I told the Doctor to send Geron in as soon as he arrived then left him to run more tests on poor Tom.
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I cleared some space on the Doctor's desk and vowed to myself to check on Tom every chance I could until I absolutely had to leave. Geron returned fairly rapidly and I got to work.
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The afternoon passed quickly. I was happy to note that there were only a few minor injuries sustained during the drill itself. Communications had come back shortly after Geron brought me my padds and I'd immediately contacted the Captain. She was concerned about Tom but I filled her in on his condition and asked that we postpone the post mortem meeting until the next morning. She agreed.
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I slipped out to check on Tom every so often and noticed that little by little, his eyes returned to normal. The Doctor frowned at me every time I appeared but I didn't care.
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Finally, a few minutes after 1900, Tom came to the door of the Doctor's office and said quietly, "Cha, I can go now. The Doc has released me."
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"Good." I stood up and faced him. "Are you feeling better?"
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"I'm fine. Just sick and tired of being poked at and having bright lights shined into my eyes to test pupil reaction.... Can we go home?"
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"Of course." I gathered the padds and put them into the bag that Geron had thoughtfully provided. "Let's go, Love." I put my arm around Tom and steered him into the corridor.
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He was unnaturally quiet on the way to our quarters and I began to be concerned all over again. I asked, "Are there any lasting effects that I should know about?"
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"Hmm? What? Oh, no. I'm OK. There's nothing to worry about. The Doc checked up on all the others and not one person has had any further problems." He paused for a moment then went on, "I think he's going to write a paper on this or something."
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"Oh, OK. Glad to hear that everyone else is all right." I still wondered about his silence though and was determined to find out what was on his mind.
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When we got home, Tom went straight to the bedroom and got undressed. I placed the bag of padds on my desk then followed him. In a surprise move, I bundled him up in his own, rarely worn robe, saying, "I'll not take any chances with you tonight. You keep this on and stay warm."
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He just gave me an unreadable look and undressed me. Once the clothes were taken care of I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. It felt odd not to feel his skin under my fingers but the nubby fabric of the robe instead. "What would you like to have for dinner?"
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He pulled back a little and said, "Soup. Maybe a small sandwich, too. Is that all right with you?"
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"It's fine. You can have anything you like."
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Well, at least his appetite was unaffected. I took that as a good sign and we headed over to the replicator.
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Dinner was a quiet affair. He shot me curious glances from time to time as I tried not to stare at him. When we finished, we cleared up and I settled on the sofa. Tom came to rest in his usual position. I grabbed the blanket from behind me and draped it over him, tucking it in around his feet.
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He grinned up at me and said, "You don't have to worry so much. I'm not made of Denebian crystal."
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I smiled back. "I'll worry as much as I want to and there's not a damned thing you can do about it."
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He just sighed and closed his eyes. I stroked his hair and touched his face gently for a few minutes. He murmured, "This is nice. It feels so good."
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"I'm glad. Just relax and enjoy it. You've had quite a day. You must be tired."
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"I am, a little. But as nice as this feels, I'd better get a move on." He started to rise but I held him in place.
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"You're not going anywhere." I stated flatly.
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He looked at me and frowned slightly. "But I'm supposed to meet with the Captain."
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"Not tonight. I told her I wanted to keep an eye on you so you're staying home. You can meet with her tomorrow," I explained.
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He relaxed again. "Oh, OK."
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I was glad he didn't argue with me. I didn't want to have to punish him tonight. I waited a few minutes then remarked, "You've been very thoughtful this evening. Care to tell me about it?"
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He shifted position to lie on his back, legs drawn up to keep his feet under the blanket. Peering up at me, he said, "Geron told me about my trip to Sickbay...."
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"Oh...and?"
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"What were you thinking! I cannot believe you carried me down a ladder and across half a deck. Don't you know how dangerous that was?"
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"Tom, I had no choice. I admit I was afraid I might drop you--"
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He cut me off. "Drop me? That's *not* what I'm talking about. You could have been hurt if I'd woken up suddenly or you could've put your back out or something! Why didn't you just tuck me into a corner and leave me there until later? We *were* in the middle of a drill or so I've been told." He glared up at me indignantly.
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"Leave you there? That thought never even occurred to me. I was scared. I didn't have any idea what was wrong with you. And after the way you acted in the turbolift before, I knew something serious was going on. I had to get you to Sickbay as quickly as possible. The drill wasn't nearly as important as you."
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He just shook his head and sighed. After a few moments, he said, "By the way, what went on in the 'lift? Did we have wild sex in there?"
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My lips curved upwards a little and I replied, "Why do you ask?"
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"Because not only could I taste you when I woke up, the Doctor coolly informed me that he'd detected traces of your semen in my mouth. Now tell me what happened. If I had a good time, I'd like to know about it."
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I hated to disabuse him of this happy fantasy but I needed to find out about his claustrophobia and he did deserve to know the truth. "OK. I'll tell you, although you might not like what you hear." I paused.
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He looked intrigued. "Go on. I really want to know."
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"Well, at first you were fine. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Then the drill began and the turbolift stopped. The light started to dim and you became...agitated. That's the only way I can describe it."
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His forehead crinkled with concern. "Agitated? What did I do?"
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"Well, to put it mildly, once the light was gone completely, you latched onto me like a leech. I held you and tried talking you down but you weren't able to concentrate on anything I said. I thought you might have a full-blown panic attack. You all but tried to crawl inside my uniform with me."
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"I did? No, you're joking!"
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"No, I'm not," I said seriously. "Then your breathing got too fast and you were kissing me, licking me and sniffing me like there was no tomorrow."
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"Oh, gods." His face flushed red.
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"It gets even more interesting after that. Do you want to hear the rest?" I waited patiently for his answer.
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He closed his eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Yes, please. I need to know."
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I took a deep breath and plowed on. "You went down on your knees and begged me for more. You wanted to suck me off. I was pretty concerned about you at that point and if the circumstances had been different I wouldn't have allowed you to do it. This time though, I was afraid you'd lose it completely if I didn't agree. So you did it. Then I sat on the floor and held you until you passed out. Geron came along and got us out of there a few minutes later and you know the rest."
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He sighed again and asked, "Is that all? I didn't do anything else?"
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"No. You didn't. Isn't that enough?"
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He snorted, "More than enough. Look, I'm sorry I flipped out on you. That doesn't usually happen to me." He looked a little upset.
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"Hey, it's all right. I know that what you drank at lunch had a lot to do with it. However, I do want to know how you normally handle those situations. It's obvious that you suffer from claustrophobia."
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He looked guilty for a moment, then explained, "There are relaxation techniques I use when I'm stuck somewhere like that. Mostly they help me to regulate my breathing."
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"I see." I smiled at him and said, "Then you might be interested to know that sucking my cock this afternoon did exactly that for you."
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"It regulated my breathing?" he asked incredulously.
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I just nodded as my smile widened.
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His lips twitched a few times then he laughed out loud. "Well, I'll be damned."
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"It is pretty funny in hindsight, I'll admit."
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He chuckled some more. "Jeez, so I guess that's the cure for all my fears. I'll just have to remember to drop to my knees in front of you whenever hyperventilation rears its ugly head."
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I gripped his chin in my hand. "Just make sure it doesn't happen on the bridge. OK?"
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"I'll try my best, sir. But you never know when it might recur." He grinned at me wickedly then spoiled the effect by yawning.
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"I think it's bedtime for you. Come on, get up." I helped him to his feet and he staggered a little. I grabbed his arm to steady him and he headed for the bathroom. While he cleaned his teeth and got ready for bed, I put the blanket back in place and got out his vid.
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It was still early, not quite 2100. I figured I'd get him settled then view some more to see what else I'd learn. He came out and dove beneath the covers. I kissed him good night and lay beside him, rubbing his back until he fell asleep. Within minutes he was snoring loudly. This was unusual for him and it was my guess that it was caused by the drug.
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At least I could easily monitor his condition from the next room. I kissed him again and slipped out of bed. I let the bedroom door close part way by using a boot as a wedge. He was snoring so loudly that I couldn't believe he didn't wake himself up.
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I got myself a fortifying glass of wine and settled down in front of the viewer. Slipping in the disk, I thought there was no way Tom could overhear me. Still, I turned down the volume, just in case.
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"Playback."
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"Well, here we are again. Gods! The man is driving me crazy. So far today I've let him look at my asshole, taken him to my private holodeck fantasy world, asked *permission* to suck him off and then did so, which I liked a lot. He tastes like nothing else I've ever encountered. Maybe it's because he's a vegetarian...." A dreamy look graced his face and I smiled to myself. He was catching on.
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"Uh, where was I? Oh, anyway, then we had a long talk and he told me everything! It's like he can read my mind, I swear. Every concern I had flew out the window. He didn't pressure me in any way either. Gods, I am so relieved. I really didn't want to have to dump him for being too weird." He smiled happily.
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Suddenly he turned serious. "I like him a lot. More than a lot. Maybe too much. His honesty means everything to me. I know he's not lying about anything. I'd feel it if he were. I think maybe he's the one I can trust with my secrets. I know we've had problems in the past but I think those days are long gone.... And I'm not the only one who has revealed a soft underbelly here.
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"He told me how he is; what he likes to do. No one else on the ship knows for sure what really satisfies him. He even told me how long it had been since the last time he 'experienced all that he could' his words, not mine. I feel sad that it's been so long for him." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "He guessed a lot about me, too. The thing is, he guessed right. I didn't confirm everything but let him know there were some things I was interested in trying. He said we could go slowly so that I could keep some control. I think he just doesn't want to frighten me. He's being so sweet about all of this. I am *so* curious. There's a couple of things I wish I had the guts to ask him to do but I'd be too embarrassed. Hell, I can't even think about them without blushing."
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At that point his face did turn red and I almost laughed out loud. I paused the vid and sipped my wine thinking back to that time. I wondered if he'd tell me other things he'd like to try in the coming entries. I hoped so. I got up and looked in on Tom briefly. He was still snoring but not quite as loudly as before. Then I restarted the vid.
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"I did agree to try an experiment." He looked up at the screen quickly and then away again. "We're going to do it tomorrow night. Whatever *it* is. I'm scared to death and yet, I want it. Whatever it might be."
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The vid jumped and suddenly Tom was back. "I gotta keep this short because I've got to go on duty in a few minutes but this can't wait. I have to get this feeling down before I lose it.
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"Last night was the most, uh, interesting sexual experience I've ever had. Hell, it was amazing. I've never felt like that before. I, shit, how can I describe it? At times I felt high. Like when he touched me all over. I've never had that much attention paid to me in my entire life. Wow. Then later...oh, gods...he does read minds. Mine anyway." His face heated up to a fiery red. "How does he know these things? I never knew what it would be like. Now I do and all I can say is that I hope it happens again. Just thinking about it all makes me feel like I'm flying, speaking of which, I guess I should be right now. End log."
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I had to admit that I found this entry very amusing. I recalled that night well. Just thinking about it got me aroused. I sipped a little more of my wine and checked the time. Tom hadn't been asleep too long but now I had to strain to hear his snores. I took that as a good sign, lowered the volume a little more and continued watching the vid.
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Tom was eating lunch. "Gods, this morning was a bitch. We entered some weird thing and it's causing all sorts of headaches for everyone. I hope we get through it quickly because I don't need this shit right now. I have a lot on my mind as it is."
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He took another bite of the sandwich in front of him and continued, chewing and swallowing, "There's a lot more about last night that I haven't got to yet. For one thing, I'm waiting for it to be my turn. I let him have his way with me as far as the exploring my body thing goes and now I'm looking forward to doing the same thing to him.
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"He's so different from me. He's really built. He's dark where I'm light and I love the contrast. It turns me on a lot. I want to taste him, chew a little in places. Those dark nipples of his...mmmm. His tattoo really gets me going, too. Shit, everything about him gets me hot. His strength is so apparent but so controlled. I guess that's what I want to explore most, his power."
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He finished his meal and downed the last of his water. "He did tell me something that made me a little nervous at first. He wants me to be naked whenever we're together. Can you believe it! I feel so vulnerable like that; I don't know if I can do it. I'm going to try though. When I was naked and he wasn't, it seemed like he could see right through me all the way to my soul. What I liked was that even if that were true and he could see the real me, he didn't reject me. And I didn't feel stupid. It felt as if it were the way things should be."
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I heard a chime in the background and he looked at his empty plate for a moment then said, "Duty calls. In closing, I will admit I'm getting more and more curious about what he has in mind. He's taking this so slowly. I think I'm going to do more in-depth research into this whole concept. End log."
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I pulled the vid out and put it away. It was gratifying to see that I hadn't been too far off the mark when I'd guessed what Tom would like. I finished my wine and got rid of the glass then realized I hadn't heard him make any noise in several minutes. Alarmed, I dashed into the bedroom, calling for more light and expecting the worst.
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What I found was Tom sitting up in bed, arms folded across his chest, with a smug smile on his face. "You haven't finished that thing yet?"
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"No. It's given me a lot to think about. Does it bother you that I'm taking my time to view it?"
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He laughed softly. "No. Not at all. Take all the time you need."
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I ordered the lights off in the living area and asked him, "Why are you awake? For the last two hours you were snoring loud enough to wake the dead. I expected you to be out for the night."
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Instead of answering in words alone, he pushed the blankets down to his knees and pointed to his rigid cock, saying, "My dick woke me up. Then I started listening to what I'd recorded and the memories came flooding back and well, there wasn't a whole lot I could do except wait for you to come to bed."
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"Hmm, speaking of memories, I had the same reaction." I pulled off my robe exposing my erection as I approached him. "You must be feeling much better now or else you wouldn't be in this condition," I stated as I sat down and took his cock into my hand.
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He gasped at the contact. "I'm fine or I will be as long as you keep doing that."
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"Lie down on your back and scoot towards the foot of the bed."
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He did as I said until I told him to stop and hold position. Then I climbed over him, placing my parted knees above his head and stated, "Open your mouth."
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He did so and I let my cock be sucked into his wet warmth for the second time that day, knowing this time he would remember it. I buried my face between his legs for a few moments then swallowed him whole.
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It was fast and furious. I fucked his face as he fucked mine, his hands squeezing my ass tightly. I gripped his thighs, resting my weight on my elbows and nuzzled his balls with my nose on every downstroke. He slipped a fingertip inside me and teased me every now and then and so I did the same to him.
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We pleasured each other until we released the mounting tension nearly simultaneously. I moved off of him and ordered the lights out then curled up with him wrapped around me while we exchanged multi-flavored kisses until they morphed into yawns.
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Tom rubbed his nose along my cheekbone and whispered, "Are you ever going to finish watching my vid?"
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I slid my tongue around the edge of his ear, nipped the lobe sharply and whispered back, "Not as long as you stay alive to keep making entries for me to look at."
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