Midnight Rendezvous, Part 2 [18+]

Posted on 16 Jan 2013 @ 2:22am by Ansen Pawlak & Lieutenant Jared Nicholas
Edited on on 16 Jan 2013 @ 2:25am

5,379 words; about a 27 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo: Deck 2, Galley/Messhall
Timeline: MD -02: 2350hrs

[ON - Continued...]

Ansen didn't pause to think. As he shifted forward, he wondered if maybe he were just trying to breathe in some of that knowledge, or at the very least some of the words he seemed to have lost. Or maybe he was just being helpful, his helpful, normal self, with no napkin on hand. Then he brushed his lips against Jared's and he stopped worrying about why he'd moved in the first place, carefully nibbling the chocolate that had dribbled there. The kiss wasn't long or invasive, but the surface exploration was a thorough one. When the chocolate was cleaned away, he met Jared's eyes. "Dziekuje."

Jared had been surprsied by the kiss, it hadn't been what he was aiming for, but it was a very good kiss, as brief as it was His hand had fallen away from the other's cheeks to his own side when the kiss had started.

Now that it was done he moved both hands to Ansen's face, one on each side and pulled their faces together once again. Now it was his turn to initiate the kiss. While his was a bit more senuous than Ansen's had been it was still at least somewhat chaste and was with just lips against lips.

Ansen's hands traveled from Jared's, down his forearms and up to his shoulders, fingers trailing up the line of the other man's throat as the blood flow to his brain departed and began to run to other most interesting places. It was the scent of cinnamon clumping in chocolate that fired his neurons and he fumbled with his left hand, finding the spoon blindly and stirring the chocolate while leaving his face firmly in Jared's control.

Jared wasn't distracted by the shift of Ansen's hands, not while their lips were still touching. Part of him was screaming at him to stop, that this course of action was all wrong, that it was too sudden.

But another part of him just ignored the screaming side. After all, it was just a kiss. A simple, innocent kiss. Then without really thinking about it he deepened the kiss and it was no longer innocent.

It was becoming more and more difficult by the second to remember to keep his arm in motion, stirring the pot, when Jared was kissing him so skillfully. The man had a gift; natural or practiced, Ansen really didn't care. His brain was going as soft as the chocolate in his pot; it was all he could do to kiss the man back and give as good as he was given. Not that that was any hardship. Jared's lips were slightly chapped and when he deepened the kiss, they caught at his moustache and pulled it just so. His breath was raspberries and chocolate and the tiny touches of cinnamon and pepper Ansen had snuck into the mix, hot and sweet. As he slid his tongue against Jared's, Ansen didn't give even a moment's thought to words like 'sudden' or 'innocent'. He just breathed in the moment, the sensation, and thanked his lucky stars he didn't need an Academy education to be able to do this.

As their tongues danced together in an erotic ballet Jared wasn't thinking of differences between Star Fleet and civillians or the implication and consequences of what they were doing. He really wasn' t thinking much of anything except for the moment.

At long last, regretfully he broke the kiss. "You... you need to finish here, before something boils over or is ruined, but I don't want this to end. I didn't want this to start off like this, but I can't resist you. How long before you can get off."

Then realizing what he had said, he could not help but throw the chef another smirk, "You know what I mean."

Ansen laughed, catching his breath with a blink. "Tak, ja... tak. Wiem." He cleared his throat, "Right. Standard." He turned off the stove and grabbed a pair of mits to move the pot to the stable temperature unit. "I think you were saying something about... xeno-something?"

Xenoanthroplolgy, I didn't do so well with it at the Academy. Now that its a hobby and not something I have to learn, I find it fasinating. Though right now, I have to admit I'm really only thinking of how good a kisser you are.."

"Really?" Ansen asked on half a laugh. He pressed and held the containment button, watching until the light turned green, "I'm- oh, to hell with it." He grabbed the oven timer on his way to Jared and caught the other man in his arms, returning to the kiss.

Jared didn't object, not one ounce of his body or mind now threw up any roadblocks or barriers this time. Their tongues found each others again. His pallete wasn't as sensative as Ansen's so he couldn't identify all the tastes, but there was a hint of tea, or so he thought and something that must have been the mairanade he'd used on the meat and then there was the residiual taste that had been on his own tongue.

Then it really didn't matter the taste, because he was lost in the sensation and just as in Ansen's case the blood was flowing to all the right parts and with his body pressed against the larger man it would soon become evident.

The Pole wasn't in any rush. Now that there were no burners going and he had a good three hours before he had any responsibility to the oven, he took his time, enjoying the feel of the shorter man in his grasp. He was solid to the touch, firm muscle everywhere Ansen's hands travelled over his arms and back. By instinct, he pressed his fingers in where he felt the muscles coiled, absently unwinding the knots he found as he explored the tastes and textures of Jared's mouth.

Jared could go on like this for a long time. He found kissing, foreplay in general, to be more than an appetizer, but part of the main course. And Ansen was indeed a very good kisser. His hands found themselves snaking under the man's shirt and touching the warm skin of his back. He wanted to move lower, but he maintained enough control to restrain himself. He hadn't intended this to happen, but if it was he was going to take his time and do it right, make it last, even if as far as they got was just the kissing.

Absently, Ansen tugged off the knit cap he was wearing and flung it in the general direction of the center island, pulling up the other side of his shirt to allow Jared better access to his skin - and to let him cool off. Then he set to work, with the same hand, lazily tugging Jared's uniform shirt free of his slacks. His skin was warm to the touch, making Ansen grin as his other hand snaked up, fingers tangling in Jared's hair. Drawing back just barely, he kept grinning, feeling Jared exhale against his lips as he tested, kissing either side of the man's mouth before he began to kiss and nibble his way up Jared's jaw. "Qiuu mnek'nra?" he murmured.

"Shh" Jared returned, relishing the other man's kiss and suddenly hungry for more, though he was not sure how much more. He arched his neck to give the other man better access.

He left one hand on the Pole's back and moved the other to entangle in the hair of his chest.

Ansen worked his way to the corner of the officer's jaw, lingering to kiss and tug at his earlobe for what might have seemed an unreasonable while before he continued on down his neck. He found a pocket of heat, just under Jared's collar, and laved the flesh there with his tongue, breathing deep. Clothing was beginning to seem entirely unjustified. There was more skin to touch and taste, hiding underneath that maddening uniform. Reeling himself back in, Ansen kissed along Jared's collar-line, then swept up the line of the other man's throat, feeling the building pulse of the artery there with his lips, and the way Jared swallowed as his head was tilted back in the effort. The flesh on the underside of Jared's jaw was rough and delicate at once and the feel of it against Ansen's tongue was like softened sandpaper hiding velvet. Dragging his calloused fingers up the other man's sides, Ansen finally meandered his way over the chin and back to Jared's mouth.

As Ansen was using his very talented tongue on him, Jared found himself backed up against a cabinet, the back of his head pressed against a handle. He noticed it, but paid little attention to it, the sensations the chef was creating far outweighed any mild discomfort.

The prolonged attention to his earlobe was especially thrilling. As Ansen was performing his ministrations, he found both his hands moving towards the other man's back. Then he thought~ What the Hell and brought his hands to his own uniform shirt tugging at the collar he ripped it open exposing his bare skin.

Ansen grinned against Jared's lips as he heard the fabric tear, his hips rocking forward in reaction as the sound went straight through him and down. A deep sound rolled out of his throat as he dragged his teeth over the edge of Jared's jaw and nipped his way down to the newly bared flesh.

Jared gasped in pleasure, it was no wonder that the man was such a good linquist, he had such masterful control of his tongue. And as the bearded man thrust forward Jared felt his rather sizable member pressed against his stomach.

Since it was a little awkward for him to return Ansen's oral favor, his hand reached down and grabbed him through the fabric of his pants.

Ansen moaned against Jared's collarbone; it had been months since he'd been touched that intimately by anyone other than himself. Leaning into the touch, he pressed his hand firmly against Jared's lower back, pulling them closer together, and set to work eliciting more gasps.

Jared wondered for a minute if there were security cameras taping the tryst or if someone might walk in on them at some point. While not especially modest, he was not normally a exhibonist and the thought of getting caught would have normally made him nervous and taken away from the fun, but for some reason the threat actually added to his excitement.

Ansen's tongue and teeth did indeed illicit more gasps and groans from Jared, so the Ensign decided to up the ante and moved his hand off of Ansen's pants, then slipped inside, flesh against flesh.

"Pieprzyc," Ansen sputtered, rocking Jared back against the cabinets. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard Jared's voice and the words 'not a happy ending', but the thought passed almost as quickly as it came. And Jared's fingers were warm and strong, thank God for Vulcan chocolate and Rihannsu, he thought as he fumbled at the collar, accidentally tearing it more as he bared more of that collarbone that drew very good sounds out of the ensign's throat.

Jared really did not care about the uniform tunic, a new one could always be replicated, what he did care about was what Ansen was doing to him. He wasn't close to the edge yet, but he was within hailing distance. So to release some of the mounting tension he pushed the other man away slightly and while his hand continued to do what it had been doing, he bent towards his face toward the other's chest his tongue flicking against the nipples. He wasn't sure if Ansen's sensitive as his, but it was worth a shot.

At some point, Ansen was convinced his brain was going to shut down. It hadn't yet, which was fortunate, because it gave him the bright idea to turn, pressing his side against the cabinet so he wouldn't fall over. That was a good call. As was the act and very satisfying sound of tearing his button up shirt open to allow Jared to get his mouth on flesh. He was positively flowing with good ideas. Buttons clanged and spun where they landed and he didn't much care, although he did miss the heat of skin under his mouth. Biting his lip, he tried to swallow a groan, his head falling to the side against the stainless steel cabinet, and searched blindly for Jared's unoccupied hand. Once he located it, he tugged it closer, lapping at the side of the man's thumb before slurping it into his mouth whole.

Jared had never had a lover, male or female do that to him and though it was a little strange it was also delightful. The last time he had sucked his own thumb, well if he dwelled too much on that thought it would ruin the mood. So instead he just centered on the sensation.

Then he released the hold of his occupied hand tugging the pants down instead. Then his mouth moved to where his hand had been just seconds before.

There were shards of red and white flashing behind Ansen's eyelids as he felt himself cloaked in heat and damp. It was an effort to keep from moaning aloud and continuously, but he succeeded by keeping his mouth busy, showing Jared exactly what he'd like to be doing to items not his thumb and fingers. Unfortunately the hand was all that was available to him at the moment and his brain was rapidly failing tactically. His knees were beginning to buckle though, and balancing between one hand at the back of Jared's head and his own head braced against the cabinet wasn't stable at all. He said something, he knew he did, because he felt his mouth moving to form words, but what words were coming out and what language they were in we're entirely unbeknownst to him. Something about needing, wanting, about to lose his mind, he was sure, since that was about all he could think.

Jared too was a skilled linguist and had a talented tongue. He took a cue from what Ansen was doing with his thumb and tried to imitate it as best he could. The actions were very similar to began with, though of course his thumb was much smaller.

Jared did take his time a little more than Ansen, wanting to tease the man and drive him to the edge without sending him over it.

He'd simply come down to the mess hall for dessert. Now he was getting a very different kind of dessert.

Ansen rocked his head against the cabinet as his control slipped farther and farther from his grasp. It was a sweet edge to ride and damn if he didn't want to roll over the edge and give in, but he sank his fingers into Jared's hair and pulled the man up instead, crushing his mouth against the other man's. He could taste himself on Jared's tongue, which didn't help to draw him back from the edge one bit. He wanted, God, but he wanted. And his history with willpower wasn't a strong and vibrant one. Yet for all that, he'd always been more for giving than receiving and he knew he wouldn't be much use to the world if he let Jared continue with his oral sorcery.

Just then with Ansen's tongue wrapped around his and his hands finding themselves on the back of the other's neck He could not help but pick up on some of his emotional energy. There was no love there, they still, despite the intimacy they were sharing, barely knew each other, but there was a general goodness, a raw intelligence, a desire to please.

Ansen was not just a good lover he was a good man. Jared could guess at what he intended but he didn't know for certain. Before he released him to return the favor he had been performing, or whatever else he had in mind, Jared lowered his mental shields, allowing Ansen to see, at least to some degree inside his, mind, the real him.

He did not do that often but now, the intimacy would be more than just physical.

Ansen had no sense for telepathy. He'd never experienced before, or, if he had, hadn't noticed. So when he suddenly felt more in tune with the man in his arms, he took it as a pure sense of the guy and not anything more or less. Here was a man who was glib and fierce and gorgeous, who lived rather than playing at living, and who was giving of himself without hesitation. Ansen didn't really need to know anything more. It was enough, more than enough, to have a man who knew his own mind willingly playing with him the game that only grown men could. Grinning fiercely into the kiss, he reached between them to free the evidence of the ensign's enjoyment. Gently stroking Jared, Ansen dropped to his knees and kissed the man's stomach, nudging his slacks further down his thighs before he took him into his mouth fully.

As his pants fell to the floor and Ansen took him into his mouth, he spread his legs and entwined his fingers in the man's hair pulling his head closer and matching the tempo and pace of the other man with his own thrusts.

Ansen groaned, breathing hard through his nose, as he did his best to match Jared's skills. With tongue and lips and throat, he did his best to bring Jared as close to the edge as he, himself, had gotten. He didn't have many tricks up his sleeve, but he was earnest and he had a highly versatile vocal instrument that came in handy in these kinds of situations. The fingers tangling in his hair only made him more eager to give. He wanted to listen to the sweet sounds emanating from Jared's throat, feel his hands tighten on the back of his head, taste his passion. His hand raked, calloused and eager, up Jared's chest under his shirt to flatten over the man's heart.

There was a moment, either because of Ansen's skills, his own lust or perhaps a tinge of tiredness that suddenly hit him, that he almost gave in and went over the same edge he had been pushing Ansen to. Then within a breath or two of him releasing himself, he realized that he wanted more.

To be inside Ansen or to have him inside him. The kitchen was not the ideal place for that, but then the kitchen wasn't the ideal place for what they were doing now either.

It was his turn to break Ansen's tempo and to pull him to his feet. Then he was kissing him deeply the taste of their mutual 'manliness' on both their tongues.

Ansen practically melted into the kiss. He wasn't entirely happy that he hadn't brought Jared over, but this was a perfectly acceptable result, especially now that they were both unencumbered. He pressed his hips forward, catching them both together and squeezing gently. It was a brilliant sensation, and now - though Jared's words from earlier did rear their collective voice again - he could almost hear Jared's voice in his head, like a whisper. Not quite, but somehow... He didn't overthink it. Instead, he gave into his own desires and the voice at the edge of his consciousness, sliding his hand over Jared's hip and around to squeeze one taut globe, then brush the cleft between his cheeks.

He broke the kiss long enough to pull back and say two words, "Yes now!" He wasn't sure if it was a command or request, he just knew it was something he wanted. It was a bit unusual since he was the one who was usually the pitcher, but this whole night since coming here had been unusual.

No question in his mind, Ansen carefully worked his fingers deep as he caught Jared's mouth with his own once more. Again, his other hand went wandering, this time fumbling at the cabinet beside them and slapping around the inside until he found a tall cylinder. He glanced at the bottle, found it was some kind of syrup, and searched again. Four bottles down, he came up with a bottle of cheap olive oil and worked the lid off.

The next few minutes were not the most graceful of Ansen's life, but he felt strange, as though every sensation were in stereo, which made every touch and taste that much more engrossing. He wasn't sure exactly how he knew where to move and how quickly, but he followed his instincts, his own desires, and that strange subconscious whispering until he couldn't hold on any longer. He could feel Jared's body gripping him, the need and passion building for both of them, and finally despite his pride, he gave in and threw himself bodily over the edge, rocking as he emptied himself into the other man.

Although not an entirely new sensation for him, it was one that was rare enough to give him a distinct and very different level of pleasure than he was use to and when Ansen released was finalized, Jared too released himself. He couldn't help it. Of course it made a mess, a sizable mess on the floor.

Ansen rested his forehead against the side of Jared's head, breathing heavy against the upper rim of the ensign's ear. His mouth was dry, his head felt hollowed clean out, and he was fairly sure that movement in any direction would end with him collapsing to the floor.

Jared couldn't breath, couldn't move couldn't do anything for several long seconds. Finally he was able to eek out, "Gods that was good."

"Ha-" Ansen breathed deep again, sweat dripping into his eyes, and the breath turned into an exhausted laugh. "Understatement."

"We will have to do this again in a more, traditional location, and next time I get to be the one on top."

Ansen shivered, the cool in the room turning his sweat colder now that he was through the exertion. That, and the idea of trading places with the lean man he was currently pinning against the cabinets was an exhilarating one. Still, as the blood slowly returned to his brain, he couldn't resist pointing out, "Technically, I'm not on top." And because speaking made his lips move against the rim of Jared's ear, he kissed it in addition. "But yes." He paused as his breath slowly eased back into a normal rhythm. "God yes."

Jared breathed a deep sigh of contentment,"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Regardles of what you technically were, you're very good at it. Then again so am I."

Ansen shut his eyes, rubbing his lips against Jared's skin, "Yes. Yes, you are." He needed to clean them both up, then clean the kitchen thoroughly. Sanitize the surfaces. He cracked an eye open, caught sight of the bottles lolling on the counter and the floor, the drops of olive oil pooling on the floor at their feet. In a minute, he thought. Once he was sure his legs worked again. He didn't want to look like a new colt in front of this very smart and giving and willing man. No, indeed. He liked this guy, and not just because his pheromones probably should be bottled and sold as a designer drug. So no coltish stumbling. He just needed to breathe. Breathe without wanting to bury his face in Jared's hair and fall asleep. God, he smelled good.

"I like you too Ansen, you're a really smart guy and you don't have to impress me I like you too. I mean I know we just met, but there are not too many guys that I would be the receiver for. I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Would you like to join me when you're done with work.

Sleep this time no more sex tonight. Well I won't set those promises in stone, but mostly sleep."

Ansen blinked. Had he said something aloud? Maybe his brain wasn't entirely on all cylinders yet, after all. But... Hell with it. "Yeah," he said quietly. "I'd like that." He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually slept through the night with someone. Life on ships didn't tend to make the officers terribly willing or able to do such things. And the civilians he'd been with had all been very concerned about their reputations. Cooks weren't exactly a stepping stone to ambassadors. "Did- I know I don't have to," he added. "I just kinda want to." And now that he was saying it aloud, he realized that he really did want to. He thought about taking Jared to the holodeck version of Risa. If he could finagle it. Trying to get time on the holodeck when the officers had first request because they required it for relaxation and training was a pain, but maybe he could work it out. And if he couldnt... He could come up with something else. He was a smart guy. Right? Not relative to Starfleet graduates maybe, but he could do something. Something special. Something different. "You should sleep. Are you on Alpha?"

"No Beta. I kind of like that shift actually. Do you need some help cleaning up the evidence. If security actually bothers to watch these tapes I am sure that Mr. Stone will think of a whole list of regulations that have been violated tonight."

"Regulations?" Ansen asked, lost. "Like what?" He paused, "Wait, what tapes?"

"Well I am sure that there is something in the regs against public sex, fantastically good public sex by the way, and if Stone sees these tapes he'll have our asses. Just not in the same way, you had mine.

I am sure that they have security footage around here."

"It's not... it's not public," Ansen said, smiling at Jared quizzically. "It's... my kitchen. Maybe not the most hygienic of uses for it, but it's not public. It's just us. And there's not... cameras," he added, half-laughing, sure of himself. "Why on earth would there be cameras in my kitchen?"

Jared just shrugged, "Well maybe there aren't though I'm a bit paranoid about things like that. And while you may not consider it public, what do you think Stone's reaction will be if he finds out?"

"He seemed fine to me," Ansen said thoughtfully, considering his only interaction with the security officer. "A little sad. Lonely. Concerned about the welfare of others. I don't imagine it'd be any of his business one way or the other, regardless. This is ours. And this kitchen is mine, as much as any command officer's office is theirs." He nipped Jared's ear, "It's cute that you worry about things like that, though." He bent one leg, carefully, testing his weight and found he could hold it. He bent a little further and slipped from Jared. "I should clean. Let me grab you a tea towel. For you, not for... I can clean the- I wouldn't ask you, just... rest a second."

Jared nodded leaning against the stainless steel table, "I'm not saying that Stone is bad guy," he called out after the Pole, admiring the view, "Just that he is a bit, rigid. And not in a good way."

"Maybe he has reason," Ansen shrugged, timidly taking steps away. His left knee buckled slightly as he stepped with it, but held. Thank God. "People don't enter the Security profession lightly; not in Starfleet. You don't get to where he has by being power hungry; you get there by being determined to do the right thing." He was quoting Marek, but he didn't mind channeling his brother here. On this, he was pretty sure his brother had been right. He fetched a few tea towels, tossed most of them over his shoulder and used the last to clean himself up as he walked back to Jared. The walk back may have taken more time than was strictly necessary, but he took the time to refasten his slacks and anyway, the view was well worth it. As he reached the ensign, he dropped the used towel on the floor and then dropped to his knees in front of the ensign, lapping him clean before he offered the towel and went to work on the floor.

"Oh, you have a really, really dirty mind," Jared said, "I knew there was something that I liked about you."

"I don't like to see good things go to waste." Ansen grinned, folded the second used towel over, and lay a third clean one over the spot, before gathering the discarded bottles and cylinders from the floor.

"Well, that makes two of us, so next time, well next time neither of us will need a towel."

"You're pretty pleased with yourself," Ansen chuckled, rising to cup the back of Jared's head. "Would you say that again - just for me? 'Next time'?"

"Next time," he repeated adding a kiss as an exclamation mark.

"Hann'yyo," Ansen murmured against his lips, then turned slightly away to put shelve the gathered spices and oils back in the cabinet where they belonged. "So this 'date'..." he brought up as casually as he could muster, trying to hide the teasing grin that threatened to loom. "When you said, before, there might be a kiss... does that still stand? Or can we renegotiate?"

"I think that may be a moot point," the other rejoined, "But seriously I'd very much like to go on a date. Did you still want to do Risa? or did something else strike your fancy."

"When exactly was I supposed to be thinking about that?" the Pole asked with a sideways grin. "I just... I don't get much time on the holodeck. Not sure when I'll actually be able to schedule something." He closed the cabinet, and leaned against it. "If you don't put your pants back on, I'm going to get distracted again."

Jared reached down pulling his pants back up to their proper place. "I can get us some time. I'm a junior officer, so it may not be perfect, but I bet I can get us some time tomorrow... tonight after my shift is over."

Ansen inclined his head, using the tilt and the smile to hide the small quirk around his middle. He'd known Jared would be able to manage it easier. Jared could probably manage most things easier. That wasn't the point though. Ansen wasn't one to ride on coattails. Still, Risa was a nice place and he hadn't seen it for ages and it had been Jared's idea to begin with. "Sure, that'd be nice." He'd figure out something else to do for him. Something nice. Uniquely civilian. Whatever that was. He grabbed the disinfectant light and set it to beam over the towel he'd laid out. Then pressed the button on the wall that bathed the whole room in the same pulsating, purple wash. "Right. Let's get you to bed." He held out his hand.

Jared took the hand. It was dry and a bit calloused, the hand of a working man. It was similar to Jared's own hands, though his came from climbing and other outdoor activity, not work. Jared envied the man. He knew from his scan the man was smarter than he let on, perhaps smarter than he realized.

Ansen squeezed Jared's hand lightly as he took it, then tugged him in the direction of the door. The light would do the first round of cleansing for the kitchen. His own slightly OCD tendencies would take over when he came back to go the next round with the massive bird. Until then, they could both sleep in the comfort and decadence of an officer's bed. He untied his apron, one-handed, and left it on the counter, grabbed his hat and tugged it on his head, and guided the ensign out of the galley.

[OFF]

A joint post by

Ensign Jared Nicholas
Language Specilist
USS Galileo

Ansen Pawlak
Chef
USS Galileo
(pNPC Lilou Peers)

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