Breaking Up Is Hard To Do Part One

Posted on 30 Apr 2024 @ 9:54am by Lieutenant JG Serran

1,116 words; about a 6 minute read

/=\San Francisco 11 years ago/=\

Mature Content

The North American Mock Federation Council Tournament, which had been held in Montreal, had just wrapped up after three days. The Mission High School team which had won their regional contest had come in ninth place. There had been fifty teams present ranging from what had once been Canada to what had once been Central America, so placing in the top ten had been a pretty major accomplishment. Everyone on the five-person team would have liked to have done better, but three of them were juniors and would get to compete next year when they hoped to win the whole thing. That might not be possible, both Belize and Vancouver were going to be hard to beat.

Sarish Anjar and Serran Valeris, the two seniors in the competition. each had parents in Starfleet they got to use the transporter there in Montreal and got home before everyone else on the team had. Serran’s parents and siblings were all gone so the boys had decided to spend some time celebrating.

“Anjar I think we deserve some champagne, do you want the real thing or the synth?”

"I think your parents would notice if a bottle of their champagne went missing," Anjar reasoned. His boyfriend, as adorable and passionate as he was, had a habit of not thinking a step ahead and living in the moment. Anjar found it amusing that he was the one who usually had to remind Serran about using logic to guide his emotions when it really should have been the other way around.

“You’re probably right. So maybe we skip the booze and just grab some food. Is pizza okay, or do you want something different?” Serran asked as he went over and gave Anjar a quick hug.

Anjar prolonged the hug, holding Serran close. "Or....we could have our dessert first and then come back around to dinner," the Bajoran boy suggested with a smile. "Who knows how long your mom or dad, or the rest of your family will be out.." The boys didn't often have a lot of alone time. It seemed like one of Anjar's younger brother or one of Serran’s brothers or sisters were at whichever house they were at. "And, as you said, we deserve to celebrate."

All thoughts of food went out the window at his boyfriend’s suggestion. “Anjar you are a very, very bad boy. That is just one of the reasons I love you.” He kissed him deeply, something they hadn’t been able to do for almost a week. They had shared a room at the tournament, but there had been another boy there, and T’Var their teacher and chaperone. And the Vulcan had been especially vigilant to make sure that neither emotion nor hormones got out of hand.

Serran took the Bajoran by the hand after the kiss broke and started to lead him up the stairs to his room. “You are way overdressed for the celebration you have in mind Anjar, we both are.”

Anjar waited until they were at the top of the stairs. Then he pressed Serran against one of the walls, kissing him again, a hand sliding just underneath the other boy's shirt. "That can be easily fixed," he said with a grin, taking Serran's hands and walking backward towards Serran's room.

Once he knew they were close to the bed he shoved the slightly smaller boy down on it and fell beside him tearing at the buttons on Anjar’s shirt trying his best not to rip them off in his haste to have his fingers explore the skin of the other boy’s torso.

"I love you," Anjar said as he lifted Serran's shirt up over his head. He brought Serran's mouth back down for another kiss.

“I love you too, Anjar,” Serran said after a really long kiss as his hands began to explore places areas that were familiar and that he would never tire of.

Several hours later, Anjar was still wrapped around Serran, lying contently beside his boyfriend in a state of bliss. They both knew their time exploring one another's bodies had come to an end when they heard the sonic shower going down the hall. Someone had come home. "I don't know about you, but I could go for that pizza now," Anjar said, lightly kissing Serran's chest.

Serran lay on the bed not wanting to move and not too concerned that someone was home. “Pizza does sound good right now. Do you want to clean up first? If you don’t and it’s one of my parents they may ask for details.”

"They'd pry anyway, and it's probably your sister. I hope it's your sister T’janikrel at least tended to stay out of the way. "But cleaning up first sounds like a good idea." Somewhat reluctantly, Anjar rolled out of bed, picking through the clothes on the floor to find his boxers and pants. He didn't bother to put back on his shirt since he was just going down the hallway. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Unless you'd like to come with," Anjar teased, kissing Serran gently on the lips.

“I love it when we make out in the shower,” Serran replied as he searched for and found his boxers. He didn’t bother with his pants or shirt as the two boys left the room and were walking down the hallway. They had to wait a few minutes as the door to the bathroom was locked. They could hear the lock come undone and T’janikrel opened the door.

T’janikrel jumped as the door opened and she found the boys standing there. She hadn't realized anyone was home. She held her hand over her eyes for a long moment before stepping out, a towel wrapped around her, her clothes bundled up in hand. The bundled up outfit wasn't one of her usual dresses, but something fancier, black, and short. "Hi Anjar, hi Ser," she said in a monotone, oblivious or uncaring about their state of undress. She walked past the boys stiffly, like someone had run her over with a car. "How was your thing in Canada?" she asked when she was halfway down the hallway to her room.

Anjar was worried for a moment that she had been attacked again, but there were no cuts or bruises. "We came in ninth place," Anjar reported proudly.

Thoughts of making out with Anjar left Serran in an instant and he followed her down the hallway, “T’janikrel are you okay?” he asked, “I mean really, you better not be BSing me okay?”

TBC

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