ENT SLASH
The situation with the Kreetassans has been resolved, and Porthos is
recovering at last...and here I sit, watching Porthos sleep, thinking
about Phlox. I know that he thinks I'm attracted to T'Pol...hell, he
as much as told me to go and fuck her, to ease the tension between
us. And perhaps, from her point of view, that would solve our
problems...but not for me.
Admittedly, there is tension between us, but it isn't sexual...she's
just not my type. As much as I'm curious about her alien nature, I
prefer my lovers to be a bit more...manly.
Take Phlox...now that's someone I could find myself satisfying
my curiosity with while relieving a bit of sexual tension. Every time
I talk to him, I learn something knew about myself. And the other
night, when I stayed in sickbay to be with Porthos, I found myself
watching him...strangely drawn to him as I haven't been before, as he
went about his nightly routine of caring for his menagerie.
And now, I find myself fantasizing...wondering what his body would
feel like, pressed close to mine...exploring every inch of him, in my
quest to learn what makes him writhe in pleasure, as he does the same
to me.
I'm hard and aching, knowing that he was right about one thing...my
irritability is directly tied to my lack of a sex life, and I've let
my mind rule my body for too long this night to find satisfaction in
anything less than burying myself into a willing partner.
I give Porthos another look, to satisfy myself that he is sleeping
soundly, and I grab my robe. The walk to sickbay is a short one, and
the corridor is empty at this time of the night. I enter, and the
room is dim...just as it had been the other night, and I see Phlox
sitting at his desk, reading a file.
"Captain, is Porthos all right?" he asks, as he looks up from what
he's reading.
"Yes, he's fine...sleeping like a baby," I reply with a smile at his
genuine concern for my pet.
"But you're not," he notes, as he looks at his chronometer, then back
up at me. "You should have been asleep hours ago!" and he stands up,
coming around his desk to stand in front of me, as he
says, "normally, I don't like using drugs to aid in sleep...but I
know you've had a difficult few days...would you like..."
But I cut him off, "No, Doctor, I don't want sleeping pills...I
just..." but I stop, and turn away from him. What am I thinking I
berate myself, as I try to get my libido under control.
Phlox's warm hand on my shoulder makes me jump, and a small moan
escapes as I try to suppress the urge to lean back against him. I
close my eyes, as I hear him ask, "What can I do for you...to help
you sleep?"
I sigh, then answer his question with one of my own, "Do you recall
the conversation we had the other night? The one about releasing
sexual tension?"
"Of course," he replies with a smile in his voice. "I do believe I
suggested you seek out T'Pol, and explore the possibilities with her."
"Yes, you did," I say, then turn to face him, as I continue, "but it
isn't T'Pol..." and I pause, seeing in his eyes that he understands
now.
He smiles -- that amazingly wide smile of his -- and I smile,
too. "Captain," he says, but I stop him.
"Please...no ranks, here. It's Jonathan...or Jon," and I reach out to
caress his face...his skin is dry and smooth, and warm to the touch.
He sighs, as I run my finger tips along the raised ridge, then he
says, "Jonathan...are you at all familiar with Denobulan physiology?"
"Not in the least," I confess with a smile, adding, "but I'm eager to
learn."
"That's one trait...our species seem...to have...in common," he says,
closing his eyes in apparent ecstasy, adding, "insatiable curiosity."
He seemed to be having difficulty speaking. "Phlox?"
He opens his eyes, and reaching up, takes my hand away from his face,
as he says, "Erogenous zone, Cap...I mean, Jonathan. Just as I've
read that, in humans, the small spot just below, and behind, the
ear..."
"Yes," I whisper, anticipating his tongue exploring that exact spot.
I smile, as I say, "You seem to have an advantage over me?"
"Only through reading, Jonathan," he says, then adds, "not
experience...and I do love first-hand experiences in everything."
"As do I...it's part of what makes me an explorer, I suppose," I
agree, as I let him lead me through sickbay, to his private quarters.
~the end