Obedient to the core, Bashir came in five strokes. Lying on the grass, the air soft on his heated skin, he felt the cool lips on his again and sliding his arms around his dream lover's neck, knew it was Garak. And then he knew it wasn't a dream and didn't care. Keeping his eyes closed, Bashir laced his fingers into the Cardassian's thick hair as he deepened the kiss. He felt one of Garak's hands slide under his neck for a better grip and the other daub at his cum splashed belly. That same hand was soon insinuating fingers into Bashir's mouth and he greedily sucked his own cum off the Cardassian's fingers as they continued to kiss. Ah, but fun was fun and enough was enough. He opened his eyes and gazed into startled blue ones. Leaning back from the kiss, Bashir put a few millimeters between their lips but gently clamped down on his guest's fingers still in his mouth. His grip in Garak's hair was not powerful but compelling enough to keep the tailor right where he was. He gave the fingers one last suck and released them. "And how long have you been coming in here and making love to me in my sleep?" he asked in a sultry voice. "This is the first time," Garak said innocently and let his fingers play over the doctor's erect nipple just a little too familiarly. "Oh, Garak," Bashir sighed, tugging playfully on the tailor's hair clenched in his fists. "I need a much better lie than that. Even the truth would do better than what you've just told me." "Doctor, I'm sure I have no idea what you mean. But if you'd prefer to believe I've been visiting you in your sleep since you made your disdain for me perfectly clear, but only, however, when the need for you becomes excruciating; you may certainly believe that." All said in a maddeningly reasonable voice, Bashir was hard pressed not to laugh in poor Garak's face. So he pulled him down for another kiss. "Firstly, why don't you call me Julian and I'll call you Elim since we are lovers of longer standing than I'd realized," he said with just a hint of laughter in his voice, which turned husky as Garak bent to kiss his neck. "And since you are here, why don't you stay?" Craning his neck to give the tailor better access, Bashir found himself petitioning gods he did not believe in to get Garak into bed with him. "I would not want to disturb you further, Julian," Garak whispered against his ear, sending shivers throughout his body. "I could not possibly be more disturbed than I am right now, Elim," Julian insisted. "Unless you leave, which would disturb me profoundly." He could almost hear Garak mulling it over and coming to the right decision. "I would be delighted to stay with you tonight." Bashir let loose Garak's hair and eased his hands down his neckridges. An appreciative sigh escaped the tailor and this made him smile as he caressed the ridges again. "How does all this come off?" he asked, tugging at the heavy fabric on his lover. "Quite simply, but it takes two hands, both of them mine." Garak released him and rose to undress. Bashir called for 25% lights and, seeing Garak hesitate, asked him what was wrong. "Julian, you've seen me undress and in undress for physicals, et cetera over the years, I'm puzzled as to why you call for light to watch me?" Nevertheless, Garak began disrobing with alacrity. "Simply because I've never seen you undress when you're about to make love to me." "Ah, that might be memorable for you," Garak said, toeing off his shoes and tossing the last of his garments onto a chair, he turned to Bashir and said: "I hope I haven't disappointed you." Gazing at him, standing there in the soft light, alien, aroused and oh so so beautiful, Bashir was almost at a loss for words. "No... no, not at all. Come to me." He pulled back the covers and drew Garak into his arms. "Shall I call for lights off?" he asked between kisses. "No, please, it's always been dark before... with you. Let me look at you." Regardless of the cool, for him, room temperature, Garak threw the covers to the end of the bed and surveyed his beautiful bedmate. "'Worth every gram of toil and micron of suffering,'" he murmured in the original Klingonese. "What?" "A line from an old Klingon poem." He repeated it. Bashir hoped the low lights would hide his blush, this really was one the nicest things anyone had ever said to him. Again, he was at a loss for words but the need for words passed as Garak pulled his warm body on top of the cooler Cardassian one. "Cold, Elim?" he asked. "I could turn up the heat." "I prefer to let you warm me like this; it is far more pleasant," he said, letting his hands explore Bashir's elegant back and hind quarters. He brushed his fingertip ever so gently over the human anus and, feeling Bashir flinch, asked what was wrong. "I've never..." Bashir gasped when Garak's fingertip gently breached him. "I'd say not if you're this tight," the tailor observed, withdrawing and patting Bashir's ass reassuringly. "Have you no experience with men at all, Julian?" "Some experience..." "But not penetration," Garak prompted. "No." "Fellatio?" "Only from women." "Manual stimula..." "Yes. Kissing, caressing, cuddling." Bashir ticked off his puny list. "Just what we've been doing." "Then we shall continue. But let's start with the basics, shall we?" He rolled them onto their sides and guided Bashir's hand to his cock. "No scales, no armor," the doctor observed after a few strokes. "A waste of resources," Garak murmured, gently rolling Bashir's testicles in his hand. "The point of genitalia is sensation, not defense." He reached a finger back to tickle the human's perineum and was rewarded with an aroused sigh and not a flinch. Encouraging as this was, Garak chose not to be daring and strayed no further. Leaning across the distance between them, he pressed a kiss on Bashir's sweetly parted lips and was kissed back. Gently disengaging, Bashir bent his lips to Garak's shoulder, chest, well armored sternum and rib cage. Lower still to the Cardassian's smoothly scaled belly and groin. He explored with his hands and mouth, replicating the caresses he'd received from women and inventing new ones as they occurred to him. The sensual groaning and hands clutching his shoulders let him know how much his lover was enjoying it. Therefore, he was puzzled and dismayed when Garak began to move away from him. "What? Don't you...?" "I adore what you're doing, Julian, please continue," Garak assured him, maneuvering them into a sixty-nine. "I simply wish to reciprocate." And bent his head to that most pleasant task. Nearly swooning from sensation, Bashir maintained enough presence of mind to emulate Garak's caresses. Soon they were writhing and clutching each other. Bashir came first under pressure from the Cardassian's skilled lips and throat. Chest heaving and jaws aching from his first experience at this, Bashir very kindly stroked the tailor's erection with both hands until he came. They rolled apart, holding hands to continue the connection. Garak looked over at Bashir beside him, his own and the Terran's cum drying on his chest and belly. "I'd say we need a shower, my dear." "Yes, that would be pleasant." And it was. ***end*** Back to the Start