2001 Golden Orgasm Award: Third Place DS9 Bashir/O’Brien



A Pair of Helping Hands






Series. DS9

Pairing: B/O’B

Code: NC-17

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Summary:  The first time

Opposite story to “Another Pair of Helping Hands

Part of the Doctor-Fuh-Q-Fest at www.geocities.com/doctor_fuhq_fest.


Disclaimer: Paraborg/Viacom owns the whole Star Trek universe. I only borrowed a little part of it for some fun. No moneymaking, no offence of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction.


If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with m/m-sex and relationships, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. T’Boy did a really great job to correct my errors, not to mention all the suggestions she gave. My greatest gratitude to her. For all remaining errors, blame me.




Your tender hands at my shoulder wake me. I need a moment to realize where I am. Then I remember. I’m in your cabin. I was baby-sitting Molly. As she had finally fallen asleep - after a long line of good night stories - I slammed down in the next chair in your living room. There sleep must have claimed me, too.


Keiko is accompanying Dax during a wormhole-observation-mission with a runabout. As you were called to some emergency in engineering you asked me to look after your daughter. Of course I was willing to help you.


As I stand up now I feel that the reward for this was a cramped back. Damn, I really shouldn’t sleep in chairs. You notice my pain. “I’m sorry it took so long, Julian” you say. “It seems that on this damn station nothing really works like it should.” I can hear the anger in your voice. You don’t like it when your machines don’t do what you want of them.


I have no idea how late it is now. I’m just tired and want to go to bed but a good, hot shower first would do wonders for me. You seem to have noticed my pain. I see a worried glance in your eyes. “Are you alright?” you ask.


I nod. “I’m fine. I just need a old-fashioned water-shower and then a good sleep.”


“I’m sorry, Julian, but in your part of the habitat-ring we couldn’t fix certain problems yet. You will have light and air-conditioning but you can’t replicate anything nor use water.”


I sigh disappointed. Damn, now I feel really bad. Of course you notice it immediately and an soothing hand comes to rest at my left arm. “You can shower here” you offer and I agree.




The warm water pouring down my body eases the cramp and I feel much better after a few seconds in the shower. Sonics are a handy innovation but nothing is as good as real water at ones skin. It always increases my senses. I smell the strong musky scent of the shower gel I found in the cubicle. It has to be yours ‘cause it doesn’t look like a woman’s.


I pour some on my hands and spread it over my belly. The soft cream mingles with the hot water. I take a deep breath and enjoy the sensations on my body. I let my thoughts drift away, dreaming of a thunderstorm on warm summer night on Earth.


I’m so caught up in this that I don’t hear you step in the bathroom nor the shower cubicle until I feel you behind me. Your hands reach around me and come to rest at my chest. "You're so beautiful" you whisper in my ear.


I feel my already sensitized nipples respond to the caress from your hands. I don't know what to answer so I say nothing. Your body is so close to mine. I can feel your strong muscles. I know I should back away, to tell you to let go of me. But I can’t. I’m surprised, yes, I’ve never thought of this, but I don’t mind it. The whole situation seems so unreal, I’m not even sure if I’m not dreaming this all.


Your breath skims over my neck and your mouth is near my ear. "Do you know that I wanted you from the first time I saw you" you whisper. You shift even closer to my back. “I’ve waited of such an opportunity the last two months.”


As you press your groin against my ass I can feel your hardening cock. Your hands wander down my belly, seeking my cock. It only takes you a few strokes to make me stiff. The whole situation seems so unrealistic to me I’m nearly wondering if any of this is real.


"Let me take you now," you whisper.


I feel the water running down my body. Nobody wastes time with stopping it.. Still some part of my rational mind knows that I should end this now. You're a married man and your little daughter is sleeping in the next room, but I'm so caught in the magic of the situation, I've no power to object.


And I don't want it to stop. I had a few male lovers before but I didn't think of you in that way – out of obvious reasons. But now I’ve got to admit to myself that I enjoy what we’re doing. It feels so right. So I just nod my agreement.


You reach for the soap again. I see how you pour a generous amount on your right hand. Then this hand is gone from my view. Your left hand travels down to my groin, stroking my cock which is even harder now


As one finger of your right hand teases my orifice you ask “Are you a virgin?" I shake  my head and hear you sigh with relief. "Good" the first finger slips in. I moan as a second then a third one joins.


You nip at the soft, tender flesh behind my ear, then down my neck. I gasp your name – excited.


I brace myself against the shower wall, spreading my legs slightly wider as you pull your fingers back. They are immediately replaced by the tip of your cock. 


You breath heavily at my neck. "You have the sexiest ass I have ever seen, Julian."


And then you are inside me. I can hardly think coherently as I feel you push inside me. It’s going in so easily – as if we were made for this. I push myself back, wanting more… all of you. I don’t have to beg you. You understand my silent plea immediately and shove  your cock completely in.


Good… that feels good. Your left hand milking my cock, your right one stroking along my chest, pinching my nibbles, your teeth nibbling at my neck, hearing your heavy breath and the feeling of the warm water on my sensitive skin – reality vanishes and I’m completely focused on all these sensations.


My body… my soul… are screaming for more… for completion. Time seems to stop… time seems to rush. One moment I feel frozen in passion, the other burning in ecstasy. One part of me wants to hold this situation for ever, another part wants to go over  the edge right now.


I can’t decide what I want, but then you make  the decision. I feel as you start to move inside me. Slowly, tenderly at first, then harder… quicker. Your cock brushes my prostate and I groan out my lust loudly.


You gasp my name… pushing even quicker now. Your hand is stroking my cock in the same rhythm as you take me. My heart beats a staccato as I glide higher and higher.


Soon… soon it will be too late. The edge is near… for us both. Yes… now… “Let’s come together, Miles…”





Continued in                    Another Pair of Helping Hands