The
Massage
T’Len
2000
Series. TOS
Pairing: Mc/m (you may guess for a while)
Code: NC-17
Feedback: to tlen11@freenet.de
Summary: A massage has surprising results for
McCoy
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.
I like to watch you sleep, especially today. Even in your sleep you look so happy and content. And I know I'm the reason for this. There are still moments when I can't believe that we are together, for ever now, since yesterday.
Everything started with a
harmless massage.
It was one of those days one
would like to forget completely. An away mission on one of those unknown
backward planets had gone terribly wrong. My staff and I were able to patch
Spock, who of course had thrown himself in the line of fire to shield Jim, and
to rescue Sulu, but one of the young
red-shirted boys from security had died.
My rational mind knew it
wasn't my fault but my heart grieved for this wasted young life. I was so tired
but there were still reports to do. I rested my head on my desk in the hope of
catching at least a moment of sleep.
I didn't hear you come in
before you stood behind my chair. "You need some rest, Leonard," you
said and your voice was surprisingly soft and understanding.
I raised my body up and
flinched over the sudden pain in my cramped shoulders. This didn't remain
unnoticed by you. "Shall I give you a massage?" you offered kindly.
I nodded my agreement and
then felt your hands on my shoulders. They were surprisingly tender as they
started to knead my shoulders. It really did me good and my thoughts started to
drift away. I imagined you standing over me, your long, slender fingers on my
shoulders. I pictured your attractive face and this relaxed me even more. I
really don’t know why. Just the thought to have your company made feel me much
better then a few minutes ago.
Surprisingly I suddenly found
myself musing over your body in a way I hadn't before. I’ve had male lovers in
my life. Only a few, but enough to say I was experienced. I never thought to
find one on board the Enterprise. And I surely never considered you in this
manner.
Now with your tender hands on
my body and my dazed mind I started to mentally admit your exotic beauty. You
were strong and muscular and so masculine. And you radiated something that drew
me irresistible to you that night.
I wished to feel your hands
on my skin. You seemed to have guessed my thoughts when you pulled on my
uniform shirt. "The massage would do better if you took this off."
Your voice was low and tempting.
Willingly I let you pull the
shirt over my head. Your hands on my naked skin enflamed my body. I felt my pants
becoming uncomfortably tight. The massage of your hands became more and more a
tender caress. I could feel your hands travel down my back, then come around to
stroke my belly. As they finally pinched my nipples I couldn't stop myself from
moaning.
I wished so much more from
you now. Again you obviously sensed my need. You pulled me carefully to me feet
and pushed the chair out the way. As you pressed your body against mine I could
feel an impressive bulge in your pants. "Leonard," you whispered in
my ear. "I want you."
"Yes." I groaned.
"Take me." Eagerly you opened my fly and pushed my pants down. After
you helped me step out of the shoes, trousers and briefs, I bent over the desk.
I could hear you undress yourself hurriedly. Then you rummaged through the next
drawer. Thankfully, as we were in my office, there was a supply of medical
lubricant at hand.
You didn't waste time and
slipped a finger inside me. I moaned with pleasure and pushed back on the
welcome invader. As I said, you weren't my first male but it had been a long
time since I’d had another man in me. Nevertheless there were no doubts over
this. With you it felt so right, so natural, as if we made for each other.
As you had inserted two more
fingers from your left hand, your right one came around to stroke my cock. I
couldn't remember the last time I was so hard. I bit my lower lip and hoped the
small pain would prevent me from coming too soon.
I desperately wanted to come
with you buried deep inside me. "Please, now," I moaned. And then I
felt your cock-head pushing against my opening. You slid in, very carefully and
easily. It felt so good to be filled with
you. You were indeed big and strong but I didn't feel any pain over your
entry. There was so much pleasure from feeling you inside me that nothing else
mattered.
As a doctor I knew of course
every anatomical detail about a humans body. But with my rationality gone I
groaned with surprise as you suddenly hit my prostate. "Leonard", you
whispered as you bent down to kiss and nip the tender flesh of my neck. You
voice sounded so erotic it cut right through me.
You started to move inside
me, to rock your hips back and forth, to rub your cock against the tender spot
inside me again and again. I raised my head and in the glass door of my office
I could see your face. I've never seen such an excited and joyful expression of
someone's face. Your behaviour is always so calm. The mere thought that I was
the reason for your excitement was nearly my undoing.
Your hands came around to
milk my cock in unison with your thrusts. We were both so near the edge now. I
felt you freeze for a moment, thrust hard for one more time, then climax
forcefully, your seed filling me. My own liquid splashed over my desk in the
same moment. Exhausted we both collapsed on the table, your softening cock
still deep inside me.
We must have lain there for a
few minutes. Finally you let your organ slip free and straightened up. I, too,
rose and turned around to watch you.
Your face had become calm
again as you said: "I will put myself on report for assaulting my senior
officer. And I ask for an immediate transfer if you wish."
I shook my head. "You
didn't assault me with this act. Besides your senior officer asked you to fuck
him."
I smiled at you. "I'm
not going to let you go, Geoff. I need you as my assistant and as an expert on
Vulcan medicine. Only heaven knows what stunt Spock may pull next to save Jim’s
ass. And above all..." I looked at you carefully. "...I wish very
much to continue our relationship on this new level."
To my relief you, too, smiled
then.
That was a half year ago. And
today, or yesterday, really my time sense seems to have somewhat vanished
during the last hours - we took the final step. Again I hear Jim asking:
"Leonard H. McCoy are you willing to marry Geoff K. M'Benga." And I
still hear my yes as I hear yours.
After my unfortunate divorce
I thought I would never marry again. But you have changed my mind quickly and
easily. I’ve never felt so happy as now. Jim teased me today if he and Spock have
affected me 'cause he never
thought I would fall for a
man. I hope we will find the same constant happiness they’ve both discovered
these last two years.
Gosh, all these thoughts
about our first time have made me horny again. I really can't complain about
our sex life. It's often and intensive and wonderful. Probably a man at my age
shouldn't "fuck like a rabbit" any more but I enjoy it way too much,
as you do, too.
I snuggle a little bit closer
to you and press my growing erection against your sexy butt. You must have felt
my motion as you stir and wake. You turn around and smile into my eyes, and I'm
lost as always. "Mornin' Love," you whisper. Then you tease, "I
think you have a big problem, Len."
You reach for my cock. "We should do something about it."
You turn around again,
presenting your back to me. Your right hand rests still on my organ and places
it on your opening. I'm flattered by this gesture of love and trust. As I push
in I fear for a moment I may cause you pain
without any lubrication. But
you are still moist inside from the last time I came in you, only a few hours
ago. "Geoff, I love you." I whisper in your ear.
Although I'm your boss at
work, in our private relationship and also in bed we are equals. We both love
to give and to receive. Eagerly you push your ass back, impaling yourself
deeper on my hard rod. "Take me, Love."
you groan.
I push deeper in you, feel
how this excites you. It's so good with you... so unbelievably good... Love,
we're together.... I can't... coherent
thoughts... any ... more.
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