Disclaimer:  All the characters, technology, location, etc., belong to Paramount.  I mean no infringement on their rights--I just want to have a little fun!  This is also rated NC-17 for explicit m/m sex, so if you are underage, go no further!  If the idea of two consenting males having sex bothers you, well, then, I'm not forcing you to be here, am I?  <g>	

Author's note:  This is my first attempt at a G/B story.  Also, I have no idea how one teaches dance.  So if my methods were unconventional, I'm sorry.  Please don't flame me with comments about how ill versed I am in dancing.  I just wanted a way to get our boys close.

The Dance Lesson

By:  Stargazer

	

Dr. Julian Bashir stood outside the holosuite feeling only slightly guilty.  Since the war had started, he hadn't had all that much time for himself, so even though he was justified in taking a few hours for himself, he still felt that he should be in the Infirmary, on call for any emergencies.  However, the human body does have its limits, so he was going to do the only thing that would allow him to take his mind off the horrors of war and tire out his body enough to sleep peacefully--dance.

	

Dancing was a secret passion of his.  He had picked up this love while still in medical school from one of his mentors, Dr. Beverly Crusher.  She had taught Julian how to dance while cautioning him to never tell anyone about it, telling him about her days of being known as "the dancing doctor."  Julian saw her point-it did seem kind of silly for a doctor to have such a passionate love of dance, but there it was.  It was something that got into his blood, a desire that wouldn't let itself be hidden.  So, with only a thought to how silly he'd look if anyone found him out, he entered the holosuite and began his program.

With a suddenness that never ceased to amaze him, he found himself in a dance studio.  After completing some stretching moves, he thought of what he desired to dance to.  Julian smiled as the perfect dance came to him.  "Computer, play a mambo beat.  And create a partner with knowledge of the mambo at competition level."  His smile became broader as the music began to play.  This had always been his favorite.  As he began dancing he became caught up in the movements and

the rhythm.  So much that he never noticed when someone else entered the room.

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Garak stood in amazement at the graceful display before him.  He had known that Julian was in the holosuite, but had been anticipating seeing one of his many spy programs, *not* this display of grace and beauty.  He had no idea the doctor was capable of this kind of display.  Garak watched Julian's face and realized that the good doctor had no idea he was even in the room.  'Well, why spoil it,' Garak thought to himself, and settled back to watch the slim body he so longed to possess move and dance.

The music ended all too soon, for both Julian and Garak.  Julian stopped, his back still to Garak.  Garak had no intention to startle the doctor, but without thinking he began to applaud.  Julian spun around; the shock of discovering that he was not alone plain on his face,

"Garak, I had no idea you were here!  How did you get in?"  Julian shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and focus on this situation.  A thought occurred to him.  "Just how long have you been here, anyway?"

"Long enough to see that you seem to have a hidden talent," the tailor replied.  "I am no expert on Earth dances, of course, but may I say that was a marvelous display.  I had no idea that you could dance like that."

Julian chuckled.  "Nobody does," he confessed.  "It's something that I try not to spread around.  I dance for my own enjoyment; I never thought that anyone would be interested in this side of me, so I never show it."

"My dear doctor, I am interested in *all* sides of you."  Julian blushed at the apparent innuendo in the words.  He suddenly felt that dancing was not the *only* thing they were discussing now.  He felt a slight rush of arousal at the thought.

Garak was aware of Julian's thoughts and decided to take things a step further.  "You know," he said, "that seemed to be an...interesting dance."  'Interesting, what an understatement.  *Sensual* is more like it.'  "Do you think you could teach it to me?"

Julian drew back, a little flustered, but a sense of pleasure was growing within him as well.  'Seems as if our wonderful tailor has a few ideas of his own.  Well, he's about to see how well I can play the game.'  "Garak do you know how to do *any* Earth dances at all," he asked casually.  Garak shook his head.  "Well, then I think this will be a little out of your skill area.  If you're interested, I can teach you something a little slower, a little easier to grasp with no foundation."  Julian tried to make the idea sound casual, with no thought to it.  Apparently he succeeded, since Garak seemed intrigued.

"Well, my dear doctor, whenever you are ready to begin, I am ready."

Julian smiled as he appraised the tailor's clothing.  "First I think you should change into something else, something easier to move in.  Those look a little...restraining."

Garak raised an eye ridge as he considered Julian's tone.  "Yes, you're right, these are quite...confining."  He made sure that the double meaning was evident.  "Let me go change, I'll be right back."

Ten minutes later, Garak was back, changed into an outfit that was more suitable for dancing.  But what an outfit!  Julian let out a small gasp as he took in the sight of the tailor before him.  His top was calm enough, cut wide at the neck to accommodate his neckridiges, and with a short hemline.  The pants though....  Julian made no secret of his appreciation of the form they revealed.  They were tight, fitting Garak's muscular legs like a second skin, but made of a material designed to move and give.

Garak was not oblivious to the doctor's scrutiny of him.  With a teasing smile he asked, "Is this suitable?"

Julian looked at him.  He was going to fight fire with fire.  "Yes, it is," he said calmly.  "Now, come here and let our lesson begin.  Computer, play a waltz, slow tempo."  He reached out and drew Garak closer to him.  "The secret to dancing," he began, "is to loosen up and let your body move with the music."  His body, however, was *far* from loosing up.  He was very affected by the nearness of Garak.  He tried to push that awareness aside and focused again on the lesson.

Garak gasped as Julian drew him close, almost, but not quite, full-body contact.  He jumped back.  The doctor looked at him questioningly.  "What's wrong?  Did you change your mind?"

Garak just looked at him.  Then, in a hoarse voice, he asked, "Why did you do that?"  When it seemed that Julian needed clarification he added, "Draw me so close to you like that, I mean."

Comprehension dawned on his face.  "I guess I just didn't think," he answered.  "Dancing-well this is how it was explained to me-is taught by two methods.  One, which is the way I was taught, and how I started with you, is the contact method.  In this, the rhythm is shared, so that the student can feel it properly.  The other is where there is no contact and the student watches and tries to follow along."  A teasing light suddenly appeared in the doctor's eyes.  "I personally find the second method to be less...fulfilling.  If you care to try it that way, though-"

"No, that's quite all right," Garak assured him.  "I understand now.  And now that you explain it, I feel that I will find this contact method of yours most...satisfying."  He did not bother hiding the open lust in his eyes.  "Now, let's try this again, shall we?"

Julian came over and pressed his body against the tailor's  'My, but his body is magnificent,' he thought to himself.  He then grabbed Garak's hands and held them down along their sides.  The doctor interrupted Garak's protest at the sudden confinement, saying, "Right now, you need to learn the moves.  Arm placement can come later."  Garak relaxed again.  "Now," Julian continued, "*move* with me.  On the beat."

The two swayed to the music together for some time.  Finally, Garak broke the spell by commenting, "Is it time for me to learn arm placement yet, doctor?"

Julian looked into his clear blue eyes and said with a seductive smile, "I think we can manage that."  He then took his arms and snaked them around the tailor's neck, casually allowing his fingers to brush against the other man's sensitive neck ridges.  He was awarded with a small gasp from Garak.  "I guess that means you like this," the doctor teased as he continued to caress those ridges. 

Garak pulled away the wonderful hands and looked deep into Julian's eyes.  "Do you have any idea of what you're starting," he asked hoarsely.

"Yes," whispered Julian.  "I've wanted you for so long, Garak.  I *need* this...as much as you do, if I'm right."

"Doctor, you have no idea what you do to me," Garak breathed.  "All those times at lunch, just wishing I could tell you, wishing to feel your skin, your lips against mine-"

The tailor was cut off as Julian pulled his head towards his own and covered Garak's mouth in a tender kiss.  With a slight moan, the tailor ran his tongue along Julian's soft lips.  His lips parted, allowing access to the depths within.  Together, they explored each other's mouths, tasting and teasing, until the need for air drew them apart.  With eyes glazed over with passion, Garak looked at Julian once more, blue eyes meeting dark ones.  "Do you," he asked.  "Do you want this?"

Julian responded by running his mouth over Garak's neck ridges.  He licked and teased them until the tailor could hardly think straight.  All of his being was focused on getting more of the doctor's golden skin under his hands.  He drew the doctor's shirt off and grazed his hands along the smooth chest.  Julian moaned as his hands found one of his dark nipples.  Garak bent his head down and allowed his mouth to explore it better, nibbling and sucking gently on the firm peaks. 

"Elim...." Julian said helplessly, lost in a haze of sensation.  Garak drew back, worrying the doctor.  "Did I do something wrong?"

"I...I didn't know that you knew my name."

"Do you not want me to use it?"

"No.  Say it again.  I like the way it sounds when you say it."

"Elim," Julian said again with a teasing grin.  While the tailor's attention was distracted, Julian went about exploring Garak's body.  He ran his hands over Garak's firm chest, then, in a sudden fit of frustration, ripped the shirt from his body.  Garak gave him a considering look.

"What do we have here," he asked Julian with a teasing smile.

"Garak, maybe I should put this into terms I know you'll understand.  Shut up and fuck me."

"Your wish is my command," the Cardassian murmured.  He guided Julian over to a stack of workout mats that were piled in a corner of the room.  Garak tenderly laid Julian out on them and just stood for a second, gaze sweeping over the beautiful body he had ached for for so long, hardly able to believe that it was about to be his.  Before Julian could utter another complaint, he stretched out beside him and began to try his best to kiss the doctor senseless once again.  He reached down and stripped off Julian's trousers, enjoying the sensation of smooth, gold skin against his rougher hands.

Julian immediately reciprocated by removing the tailor's pants, then unable to suppress a small gasp of pleasure at what he saw.  Garak's erect shaft stood out in proud display.  "Elim, you are beautiful," murmured Julian appreciatively.  He felt an immediate desire to touch and caress the man.  He ran his fingers lightly over Garak's cock, reveling in the feel of the ridges on it.  He noted the slickness of it, was surprised by it at first, and then remembered that Cardassians produced their own natural lubrication when aroused.  He wrapped his fingers around it, and couldn't hide a smile when Garak let out a moan.  "This something you like," Julian teased as he began pumping the tailor's erection. 

Garak fought to control himself.  He looked into Julian's eyes and said, "This is very enjoyable, but I think I know of something we'll both enjoy *much* better than this."  With that, he flipped the doctor over onto his stomach and entered him in one smooth stroke.

Julian gasped at the sensations engulfing him.  As Garak entered him, he couldn't suppress a small scream.  Garak stopped, not sure if he'd hurt Julian.  All doubt was removed from his mind when Julian began rocking his hips against Garak.  "Elim, fuck me," he gasped out.  "Take me, don't wait...." Garak needed no further urging.  Slowly at first, then gradually gaining strength and speed, he pushed in and out of Julian's tight depths.  One of his hands held onto Julian's hips, the other snaked around his waist to pump Julian's cock in rhythm with his own thrusting.  The pace increased until Garak was slamming into the doctor.  "Elim...." Julian screamed as he came, shooting his essence into Garak's hand.  Julian's orgasm triggered his own, and he came, spilling himself into Julian.  He withdrew his softening sex from Julian and collapsed beside him.  Both men were breathing hard, doing their best to regain some shred of conscious thought.

Garak finally raised his head and looked at Julian.  With a teasing sparkle in his eyes, he asked, "So that was 'dancing', Julian?"

"Only for you, Elim, only for you."  Julian looked at Garak, and said with a smile, "I do hope you'll not dance with anyone else after this."

Garak smiled back, allowing for once the love he felt for his Julian to show in his face.  "I don't believe I'll ever want to dance with *anyone* else again, my dear.  Perhaps another lesson is in order, though?"

Julian smiled, allowing his love to show back.  "In that case...." He turned over and began another lesson.

--THE END--