Flirting Is Such Sweet Sorrow (Part 2) [18+]

Posted on 05 Jan 2014 @ 7:53pm by Senior Chief Petty Officer Keval zh'Erinov & Petty Officer 3rd Class Ellsworth Hudson

1,489 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Episode 05 - Solstice
Location: Keval's Apartment, San Francisco
Timeline: MD 12 - 2330 hrs

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They stepped out into the cool evening air. The walk down 18th Street was only about 500 yards at best, but it took them a good five minutes dodging the crowds frequenting the bars, restaurants and even a laundromat. They turned the corner on Elizabeth and the street was almost empty. It took only a minute or two to cross the distance to Keval's place.

The Andorian turned his body slightly as he entered in is security code. When the metal door slid open he took Ellsworth by the hand and led him up a narrow stairwell.

Ellsworth smiled to himself, sensing Keval's ingrained need for security and finding it no real surprise given his background in security systems. If anything, it was a little endearing to see a man take his work seriously enough that it bled into his off-duty hours.

He put in another security code, again shielding the numbers from his visitor's gaze and the door to his apartment. He closed the door behind them stepping fully into the room. Moonlight streamed in through the window illuminating a living room. Various paintings and sketches were on the wall. It was hard for Ells to know for certain, in the dark, but it looked like they all came from the same artist. Against the window was an easel with a half finished painting. To the right was a short hallway that had a closet and bathroom facing each other. To the left was a combination kitchen and dining area combo.

Keval pressed a button and a set of doors opened and a bed started to unfold from the opening and descend towards the floor.

Even before the bed had reached the floor, Kev grabbed the Betazoid by the collar and slammed him against the wall. It was far from gentle, but it was controlled. He pressed himself against Ellsworth kissing him roughly.

The Betazoid had only a split moment to observe the paintings and wonder at the creative and likely gentle mind that brought them to life before he was pinned against the wall by the firm, capable arms of that same person.

Telepathy was accompanied by empathy, which under normal circumstances took some effort to control. You didn't always want to be a walking mirror of the emotions of those around you. But in the heat of the moment, Ellsworth knew he was no Vulcan. His mental restraints on the innate empathic ability of his people slipped, and the desire he felt flowing off the Andorian only served to stoke his own fires to a burning roar.

Groaning under the pressing need of the kiss, Ellsworth purposely struggled and pushed back against the Andorian aggressor, not because he wanted to get away but because he wanted to feel those hands grab and press him with a greater, hungrier need. He wanted to force Keval to fight a bit to exert his dominance over the smaller Betazoid.

His slender, deft hands began pulling at the rugby shirt covering Keval's torso, signalling that he wanted it taken off. Reluctantly, he pulled away from the blue lips just long enough to begin working the buttons of his own Oxford-style shirt. Between his own need, Keval's desire, and the alcohol, Ellsworth almost felt like his head was spinning and he struggled to make his fingers work the buttons open fast enough.

Keval's breath quickened. He didn't have the advantage of being empathic, but he could somehow feel the almost animalistic desire enchanting from Ells, a desire much like his own. He tossed his own shirt down the hall and then when he saw the other man struggling with the buttons, grabbed the shirt and ripped the buttons off. They skittered across the floor exposing a bare deceptively muscled chest and a firm six pack.

He brought his mouth down to Ells' left nipple and gently, bit it.

Ellsworth groaned, although he wasn't sure if it was from the bite or the raw power he'd seen when his shirt was ripped off of him. His hands clutched Keval's shoulders, feeling the muscles move beneath the blue skin as hands roamed across his back. He moved slowly around the Andorian, placing himself between him and the bed, and pressed their bodies together. Ellsworth pulled gently, taking a half-step back to the bed and glancing up to lock eyes with the Andorian. The look was one of anticipation, waiting for the warrior spirit of Keval's people to be unleashed and shove the small Betazoid back into the bed where they both wanted - needed - to be.

Keval took the hint and continued to press Ells back their groins grinding together. It had been too long for Keval, too long without companionship, too long without the touch of another man. So he had to force himself not to move too quickly.

Still he pressed his advantage. They fell onto the full size bed and as soon then Kev's body fell on top the other. Now it was his turn to fumble with the Betazoid's belt. Finally he got the belt unbuckled and the pants and underwear pulled down.

"Impressive," he said, "Especially for someone your size."

Ellsworth knew there was some catchy Terran saying about big things coming in small boxes or something like that, but he didn't have the patience or the wherewithal to bother trying to remember it. As far as he was concerned, he was done with talking. Instead, he gave the Andorian a lusty smile and pulled him down closer.

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Ellsworth had always been a light sleeper, so the first hovercar that passed the apartment in the early morning woke him up. The rising sun was just beginning to illuminate the apartment as he tried to sit up, but the pounding in his head forced him back down on the mattress. Someone was breathing deeply next to him, and he turned to see the peaceful face of his Andorian companion.

Details of the evening before were slow in coming back to him, but he remembered drinking too much hard liquor and going home with a very strong, very rough, very passionate Andorian. The soreness in his body testified to the rest of the evening's activities, as did a sudden sense of regret. Looking around, he could see the paintings littering the apartment that the evening before were shrouded in half-darkness.

Finally, fully aware of where he was and what had transpired, Ellsworth felt a sharp stab of remorse as he slipped quietly out of the bed and searched for his clothes. His pants were nearby, and he located his ripped shirt after a few moments searching down the hallway. He felt incredibly ashamed; the Andorian had been a willing enough partner, but Ellsworth had practically thrown himself at a person he now knew and remembered from the briefest of telepathic readings wouldn't ordinarily have engaged in wanton carnality. Even as he thought about it, his cheeks burned from the embarrassment of practically using him to satisfy his own needs. The nature of the evening before felt almost too close to a transaction, reminding him of his previous life and causing his stomach to turn.

The man behind him, who had more than helped work out two years of sexual frustration for the young Betazoid, was cut from a different cloth. Ellsworth didn't understand the concept of romance and love; his life had left him jaded and hollow where those notions were concerned. Sex for him was escape, release, and sheer pleasure-seeking. But Keval - yes, that's right, that's his name - was the sort to look for the love and romance that Ellsworth didn't understand and knew he'd likely never be able to provide.

Looking over his shoulder at the sleeping form, he clenched his jaw. Better for him to leave and not become emotional baggage for the poor man. He seemed like the type to wake up and want to share breakfast with you, take a walk in the park and find a nice restaurant for dinner. As guilty as he felt about leaving, he felt guiltier still to just leave in the early hours of the morning without expressing some gratitude for what they'd shared.

Silently, he skittered up and down the hall and through portions of the bedroom to gather up the buttons that had flown off his shirt under Keval's assault.

Near the door, Ellsworth kneeled down and arranged the buttons in a small heart shape in the hallway. As he slipped out the door and down the stairs into the cool morning air, he hoped the small token would in someway make waking up to an empty bed better for this one-off lover that he felt certain he'd never see again.

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Chief Petty Officer Keval Grayson (zh'Erinov)
Operations Officer
USS Galileo
[ PNPC - Nicholas ]

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PO3 Ellsworth Hudson
Quartermaster
USS Galileo
[ PNPC - Mott ]

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