Date Night

Posted on 07 Sep 2015 @ 3:41pm by

4,117 words; about a 21 minute read

[Backpost to earlier evening, prior to cross into MU]

He had been looking forward to this all day, time to spend with his boyfriend. Grayson's stomach was still getting caught up in butterflies every time he thought of that. It was comforting, joy bringing. Being the man he was though he still picked out a very flattering outfit, Grayson knew how to dress well, to make people want and look at him. This time though it was just for the one person.

He sat alone at a table at the bar, his usual...their potential usual. A long sleeved white shirt hung to Grayson's figure, the top few buttons open, his sleeves rolled up past his elbows, still in a pristine cuff. His trademark black jeans made way for a pair of smart plain back trousers that pinched in at his waist, complimented with his favourite pair of black, high polished Chelsea boots.

Upon seeing his lover enter the room, Grayson's smile beamed, he was proud to be Tyrion's and was ready to show that off to the ship, the world... everyone.

It didn't take long for Tyrion to spot him, though the Betazoid did make a show of scanning the room as if he was trying to find him. Unlike Grayson though, Tyrion was in a more colourful attire. He wore dark blue pants topped with a relatively form fitting cream T-shirt and a blue-grey gilet. What little hair had grown back so far, was standing up in spikes and his face was neatly shaven. "Gray!" he finally called out, waving enthusiastically as he weaved himself a way between the tables and other tenants.

Grayson stood to welcome his partner with a long, embracing hug, allowing his hands to rest on Tyrion's hips as he stole a very gentle kiss from his lips. It didn't matter who was around now, his world was in his arms. "How are you handsome?" Grayson asked, bumping his forehead against Tyrion's (he secretly hoped this small affectionate touch would become a 'thing' of theirs).

Returning the hug, Tyrion let his arms rest across Grayson's shoulders, unmoving for several seconds as their faces touched. "Better, now that we're here together," he confessed in a hushed tone, "I've been aching to get off duty and be able to meet you here. And you?"

"Equally as aching to see you," Grayson replied as he let their touch drop, taking his seat again while maintaining a hold of Tyrion's hand.

Squeezing the hand, Tyrion sat down as well, though he leaned sideways to rest his head against Grayson's shoulder. "You weren't waiting for long were you? Until I got here I mean..." He shifted, looking up at the man to watch his expression. "I got here as fast as I could, but somehow when you want it most, technology fails you. Shower was having the hiccups."

"I'll check it out, or just get you to use mine later," Grayson playfully suggested as he nuzzled his own head against Tyrion's. "But no, I wasn't waiting long. I haven't even had a chance to order a drink," looking to the bar, Grayson gave an internal sigh of relief realising Doyle was not around right now. He still felt awkward that his best friend and boyfriend had a less than stellar introduction.

"Pieter might appreciate a working shower too," the Betazoid chuckled happily, "though I'm more than happy to use yours. Provided, you join me." He waved the bartender over and ordered the virgin variant of Romulan Ale. "What's your poison dear?"

"Tonight, just lemonade. I'd like a fully clear head tonight with you," Grayson smiled as he ordered. "I think I might manage time to fix the shower and join you in mine." He gave a very devilish grin as mental images of them together were projected across his mind's eye.

"Or send someone else to fix my shower, and pull me into yours," Tyrion countered mischievously, though his cheeks flushed as he caught the thought. "I want a clear head too, no more alcohol or synthehol for me. Not that you can get drunk on synthehol, but you know. Right?"

"Just enjoy the benefits with none of the after effects," Grayson have a soft laugh, "not that you would need it either to get me into that shower, or back into bed. Just not yet though. Dinner, conversation and good times though." He was looking forward to the time in which they would get to know each other more, hopefully more deeply and intimately than Grayson had been with anyone.

'No touching spots?" Tyrion pouted playfully. "Seriously though..." He reached up and touched his cheek, just not touching the aforementioned spots. "I want to know all about you. And I do mean all. Your passions, your fears, I want to be able to anticipate what you need, when you need it most." One finger strayed, brushing lightly over a single spot. "I want to take care of you."

"Oh Tyrion," Grayson began, "if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were reading my mind. You've just said all the things I have ever wanted to hear in my life." He grinned, "I'm an open book to you, physically and mentally...ask or just read it. And. I feel exactly the same, I want to know all I can about you." His mouth winced with a pleasurable flush at the brush of his spot.

"No I wasn't reading you, but it's how I feel. Your emotions are quite strong though, not hard to miss but I swear I wasn't reading you. What would you like to know?" Tyrion only looked up to acknowledge the bartender who placed their drinks on the bar, then dropped his gaze to stare back in Grayson's eyes. "No secrets, I'll answer any and all."

"I don't know where to begin. At the start?" Grayson took a moment to pause and think, "How about what brought you here. What brought you into Starfleet?"

"I wanted to see what's out there," Tyrion answered after a moment's thought, while gesturing towards the general direction of the nearest hull. "I wanted to escape my family, and I needed somewhere to live, and earn a living. I've always been good with computers, and I loved pulling pranks at the academy by hacking into systems like say weather control." He chuckled at the memory. Starfleet was where I could be myself, no-one asking too many questions about who I am or what I wanted. I could keep my heritage to myself, because I'm allowed to be what I want to be."

He sighed. "But all that changes now. I am who I am, and to be with you, I need to be who I am, not who I want to be." He looked up. "You're my Imzadi. And for that, I need to embrace my heritage, otherwise it'll never work, and I want it to work. I want it to work so bad...I love you."

"I love you too Tyrion," Grayson began, "I know all too well about wanting to escape family and become who you are. It is partly why I joined Starfleet." He began to absent mindedly swirl his drink, thinking on his family that used to be. "I've become so detached from what a 'normal' family would be. For the longest time it was Doyle and I. I've got you now too though," he cheered up with that and took a few sips of his cold drink.

Tyrion smiled. "Yes, you have me now." He sipped his own drink, then offered it up to Grayson. "Have a taste of this," he suggested, twirling the bright blue drink. It's very sweet....like you.

Taking a sip, his face recoiled from the lip of the glass, "A little too sweet for me I am afraid," his own drink seemed to balance out the flavours after a gulp or two. 'I wish this was the kind of place to have more comfortable seating, I really just want to cuddle up with you right now'.

Nodding over to a window, the Betazoid grinned. "We could always curl up in the window?"

"Lead the way my love, but, if people start to stare...I think I would be more comfortable back in my quarters," Grayson blushed, already feeling a few eyes on them.

"Wasn't that the point, having them stare at us?" Tyrion teased, drawing Grayson up with him, then close to him as they were both on their feet. "Let them stare, I don't care if they do. I only have eyes for you, not them."

"I know, I know," Grayson smiled, "it's just I'd like to be able to wrap your arms around me, steal a few kisses, be a little playful without worrying who looks and who from engineering is going to make a comment tomorrow. This is the beginning of the road for us, which I hope is long and happy. I want to keep these moments special for now. They lose their magic in time, I want to keep this feeling for as long as possible Tyrion."

"Why should they lose their magic?" Tyrion led his partner over to the window and crawled onto the wide windowsill then held out his arms. "And why would they comment? Don't they have lovers of their own? Just because you're with a guy, you think they'll gossip more? They'd gossip regardless...seeing you leave my room, or me leaving yours. It makes no difference."

"We just become that used to them and become that comfortable I guess. It has just been a while since someone has taken this kind of interest in me. It will just take a little adjusting of the ol' head space," Grayson tapped the side of his head, referring to his mind at that point.

"Hmm reformatting the harddrive huh?" Tyrion teased, waggling his fingers to indicate the half-Trill had to come closer already. "I like that mindset. And there's that, and I'm sure that some day you'll hear me too. That should keep things interested..."

"You can put it that way," Grayson began to step closer towards Tyrion, "It has been making my head hurt the past few days. Nothing serious, random flashes of things across my mind, the odd strong sensation of emotion that somehow doesn't feel like it is mine. I might be tuning in already."

"Really?" The Betazoid arched an eyebrow at him, then smiled brightly. "What kind of feelings? Do you feel anything now?"

"It has been difficult to put a name to them. They just feel like they are taking place outside of my body. At lunch, I would say...confusion possibly. Like I was facing an Engineering problem. Right now," he paused," Pride? Like I am proud of something I have done. A sense of accomplishment." Grayson took a very deep breath. He felt like he was accessing things a little deeper and they were increasing the pain in his head. "Like I say, they are hard to put words to...and hurt my head a little if I dwell on them too long."

"Don't dwell on them then," Tyrion suggested, drawing him closer to kiss his temple. "let your mind give them a place, I suppose. I honestly don't know how to help you there, I can barely control myself." He grinned, black eyes sparkling. "But yes I'm proud, and I'm happy. Proud to be allowed to call you mine." His smile widened. "And I am sensing something similar from you."

"I need to understand it though, call it curiosity or an Engineers modus operandi . And yes, I am feeling that. Proud to be yours and have you in my life. I'm also feeling heck of a sore tonight now," Grayson started to rub his temples after the kiss, Tyrion obviously must have sensed the spots around that area were giving him particular pain right now.

"I'll see about helping you get rid of that headache later." Rubbing the man's temples gently, he leaned forward, drawing Grayson back against his chest. "There's something that's said to cure all headaches, but I've never really believed it...." The thought was very clear on his mind as he leaned over to kiss him.

"As long as it is followed by a good nights sleep in which you hold me close, I'd be willing for any cure," Grayson toyed suggestively, knowing full well what Tyrion meant. The kiss back was magical. Sparks flew inside Grayson's head as the pain was lifted slightly. His body must have needed that physical intimacy to help him.

"This seems like a good start," Tyrion mused playfully, feeling a similar spark. "I'm already starting to feel incomplete when we're apart. It's so strange." His drink was long since forgotten, having eyes only for the gorgeous half-Trill in his arms. He was aware of some people staring but he made a point of pretending he hadn't noticed. It was just him, Grayson and the stars outside. "Maybe we should go home," he whispered around another sensual kiss.

"That was so the perfect thing to say to me right now," Grayson stated as he buried his face into Tyrion's chest. 'I'd quite like a day when home meant we were headed back to our place and our bed.' He was feeling a little weak and weary at this point and looked forward to having to hang off his handsome Betazoid to get back to his quarters.

"In time," Tyrion promised, "let's not move too fast on that aspect even though I'd love nothing more than spend all my nights with you." He gently pushed Grayson away so he could sit up. "Wanna go?"

Holding out his hands, so he could pull Tyrion up, all Grayson could say was a, "Yes please," before the butterflies came to his stomach.

Linking their hands together, Tyrion stepped closer, their noses touching briefly. "Then let's go. We've done enough showing off....are you alright?"

"Still sore," Grayson admitted, "I think it will pass though. Nothing some time with you can't fix." He cocked his head and gave a half smile.

"If what I have in mind doesn't fix it I'm going to take you to sickbay," Tyrion promised as he drew Grayson towards the exit. "No protests!"

"Yes Doctor," Grayson teased as he turned to lead the way out of the bar. "I leave myself in your very capable hands...and arms." His head was too clouded now to really know what Tyrion meant, Grayson was just really looking forward to getting out of there and curling up for the night. If the pain didn't pass soon, he would be taking up the offer of sickbay and he hated going to places like that. Doctors still scared him from his days of being a lab rat to the Symbiosis Commission and his potential viability as a host.

Turning his head sharply as he caught the discomfort, Tyrion stared at him. "What was that?" he asked softly, quickening his pace a little to get them home faster. "Lab rat?"

"It is nothing really, a story for another night handsome," Grayson wearily smiled as he looked Tyrion. "Something in the past that no one needs to worry about. All we need to worry about is getting home and enjoying the rest of our night."

"Can't help it dear...I heard it, and now I'm worried." He guided Grayson home as fast as he could and eased him down on the couch. "Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Though I did promise to cure your headache...and I'll certainly try but if you're not feeling well...you can't afford to get sick love."

"Just being around you is helping immensely, it is like my whole body has missed you. After all, this may be my body's way of responding to a mental link. Trying to reach out and make one of it's own. It must help that the one I am searching out for is right here beside me," Grayson leaned in and hugged Tyrion from the side, wrapping his arms around him. He began a few slow and sensual kisses on his lovers neck.

Closing his eyes, Tyrion smiled softly. "It might, I have no experience with this, but maybe it's something another telepath can help us with." He tilted his head sideways while shrugging out of his jacket. "But I'm glad it's helping, I don't want you to feel sick because of me."

"That isn't possible," Grayson continued between kisses, "You could only possibly make me feel better my love."

"Even when we're apart?" Tyrion querried guiltily. "You know..." He looked him square in the eyes this time. "Why don't we move to the other room? Let's not do the falling off the couch thing again." He grinned, pulling the younger man up and into the bedroom. "Now...what do we do now? We're all sober and clear of mind." He pulled Grayson down over him, slipping his hands under his shirt.

His skin tingled with anticipation, "Even when we are apart," with that Grayson snuck in a small kiss. It was one of those nights he just wanted to be swept off his feet, where he didn't have to think. His head had been doing enough off that lately, his headache alone was a testament to that.

Savouring the kiss, Tyrion smiled. "Tell me what you want me to do," he whispered suggestively, "and I'll do it."

"Where is the fun in that?" Grayson teased, allowing Tyrion to take the lead.

"Oh I can think of a number of things." Hands sliding upward, they guided Grayson's shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. "I could simply read you but that's no fun. I want you to tell me. I'm all yours."

Grayson allowed his arms to wrap around Tyrion as he enjoyed the embrace and the thrill of colder air on his skin. "Remember though, I am yours too. What I want...is for you...to take what you want."

"Oh I know, don't you worry," Tyrion smiled, "I won't do anything I don't want to do, or anything you don't want to do. But for now, right this moment, I want you to tell me and guide me." He pulled Grayson down over him, hands wandering across his spots almost unconsciously. "I want to know your preferences..."

Beginning to strip Tyrion down to his chest, Grayson replied, "My preferences," he pretended to think as he let his hands crawl across Tyrion's chest. his fingers almost arachnid like in their movements, "make me yours, physically, lay me down, make my body and mind submit to you." Grayson began kissing Tyrion's chest slowly. "I think from that you can picture and guess my preferences," but just for good measure Grayson projected a rather explicit image of the pair together, he was straddled across Tyrion's hips with a look of painful pleasure on his face.

The Betazoid squirmed at the touch and thought. "You will have it," he
promised, while rolling them over. "Whatever you desire, is yours. If I'm able to give it to you, it's yours." More kisses followed, along with several more items of clothing.

Popping up a knee to brace himself while allowing his body to move into the position he desired, Grayson smiled a genuine, contented smile. There were no more words required between the two only the ultimate expression of their physical love.

---

Panting for breath, Tyrion turned towards his partner, feeling the sheet stick to his damp skin. "That was..." he started, searching the half-Trill's face for any signs of discomfort. "...amazing," he finished.

Turning from his stomach, his lower back still buzzing in both discomfort and sheer satisfaction, Grayson wearily managed a, "Nope babe, you were the amazing one. That was just...I mean, wow." Not even his thoughts would be making sense right now. Some would put it down to current relationship bias, but Grayson would easily put that down to the most intense and satisfying experience he had had, in his life. "I didn't even need to think anything, you seemed to just know and did it," he continued, allowing his body to cuddle up next to Tyrion's.

"Advantages of being a telepath I suppose," Tyrion murmured, "are you alright? I can sense you're experiencing discomfort."

"I didn't even think you had time to read me, you just seemed to know even before I did," he panted, "It's okay, this is the good kind of discomfort, we did get a bit, vigorous at times. Will take me a few tries to adapt to you." Grayson gave a look of, 'All the more reason for us to do this again'. "Are you good though handsome?" Grayson was still in the phase of looking for his own pet name for Tyrion now.

"I'm fine, just a little worried about you. As you said, we were a bit vigorous...and I know from experience that it isn't necessarily a good thing." Thoughts of a prior experienced reached his partner though the personal details were blurred out.

"We'll be fine babe," Grayson reassured, "that was something new for us, something I think we had been longing for, for a while. I know on my part at least. My body is just going to need to...adjust to your particular... oh how do I say this, anatomy." He gave a wide, loving smile as he turned onto his stomach, pulled a pillow under his chin and snuggled his head between Tyrion's arm and chest. "I definitely could get used to us doing that more often though," his smile turned devilish, " I just don't know how the ship will function if we stay in bed all day though. That would be quite nice too."

"I'm sure we're entitled to the odd day off," Tyrion mused while wrapping his arms around the man. "I'm open to more often though, it's just going to be a matter of location I suppose. There's a few options..."

"Like?" Grayson began, waiting to say his good news. He had worked very carefully to shield it in his mind, but could feel it starting to bubble over.

"Your quarters, these quarters, mine.." Tyrion ticked the options off on his fingers as he mentioned them. "Holodeck, any empty office we can find, jeffries tubes...there's a lot of places we can go and not be bothered."

"I like the idea of all of them, I wonder how many we could get into and not get in trouble," Grayson pondered, "anyway, we might not have to worry about quarters anyway. You see, it is official, these quarters are now my quarters."

"Really?" Tyrion's eyes lit up at the news, "that's great news, congratulations!" He drew Grayson up so it was easier to kiss him. "I'm so proud of you!"

Grayson was swept away in the kiss, all he could do was to hold on to Tyrion to stop himself being thrown all over the bed again. "Thank you," he move his head in to courie into Tyrion's neck, "full Chief Engineer now." He squeezed a little bit extra tight to brace him for his next question, "Since we are taking things a little slower, I'm not popping any big questions or ideas, yet. I was thinking though, could I empty out a drawer for you to put some essentials in, if you decided to stay over? Saves you having to go back to your quarters, disturb your room mate and, quite selfishly, give us more time together without having to worry." He was yet to look Tyrion in the eye, scared he would say no, or not yet. Grayson just kept a good, tight hug in which he suddenly realised he was still naked and pulled up some of the sheets around them to maintain a little warmth.

"I'd like that," Tyrion answered after a few seconds of silence, "I'd like that very much." He shifted, enabling himself to look down. "Are you cold?"

Grayson finally brought his eyes to meet Tyrion's, even they were happy. The feeling was glowing from him as he planted yet another kiss on his lover. "Yeah, I am a little cold. I've been that used to being under the sheets with you normal air just doesn't quite cut it anymore."

"Hmmm....maybe I should try to get you warm again," the Betazoid suggested mischievously. "I know of a few ways..."

OFF:

Lieutenant JG Grayson Jones
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

CPO Tyrion Faye
Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo
[pnpc T'Vanna]

 

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