Morning After

Posted on 11 Jan 2015 @ 4:51pm by Lieutenant Oren Idris Ph.D.

2,605 words; about a 13 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: Starbase 84 - Oren's temporary quarters
Timeline: MD24 - 0830

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Every time Oren woke up on an artificially made structure, part of him still ached for the feeling of sunlight streaming through his windows. That particular morning, though, another sort of ache overwhelmed him, one that he hadn't felt in years. Letting out a soft groan, Oren wondered how one person his age could feel so out of shape after just a few hours of strenuous activity. Blinking his eyes open, he yawned, running his hand over his face in the hopes of getting rid of the fuzzy feelings in his mind.

Tyrion was already awake and he lay curled up on his side, studying his bed partner. His face was a tight mask, his breathing ragged. He was still naked under the covers but the evidence was right there. He moved stiffly as Oren awakened and moved. "Did you sleep well?" he asked softly, his voice a bare whisper, but laced with discomfort.

Oren blinked up at him. "Mmm...I did. What about you? How do you feel?" he asked, noting the slight tension. He hoped Tyrion hadn't sprained anything because taking him to Sickbay would just lead to embarrassment.

"I feel as if a steamroller's passed over me," the Betazoid admitted, "I'm not sure I can sit up. I did sleep, but there's this dull throbbing pain in my lower back, lying on my side is more comfortable." He reached out to caress the other man's face, leaning over to kiss him. "it'll pass."

Oren closed his eyes, returning the kiss soundly before pulling away to rest his head on Tyrion's pillow. He shot the Betazoid a playful smirk. "Well, you're the one that wanted to go again. I tried warning you but you were too insistent for your own good," he teased.

"I'm not blaming you..." Tyrion grimaced as he tried to cast him a reassuring smile. "I'm just a little sore, nothing a dermal regenerator can't fix I'm sure. And it's a good thing we had a great deal of alcohol involved, it's a natural relaxant." Shifting carefully, the sheets sliding off his naked torso, he leaned over his lover. "You were very gentle with me," he murmured, kissing him again. "I appreciate that. "

Oren smiled into the kiss. "My entire body is killing me," he said with a small groan. "I need to work out more," he chuckled, reaching up to touch Tyrion's face, gently running his his thumb over his lower lip.

"And this didn't count?" the Betazoid teased back, feeling very amorous despite his body's protests. "A young man such as yourself, surely works out to keep yourself as toned as you are?" He ran the back of his fingers over Oren's ribs. "You have quite a fine body."

Oren chuckled, blushing for the first time since they'd met. "You're not so bad yourself," he said back, putting his hand over Tyrion's and entwining their fingers together. He'd thought that the morning would greet him with some feeling of regret or anxiety, but he had to admit it to himself - he was very comfortable with what had transpired between them, even if it didn't have the effect he probably would've hoped for years ago.

Fingers tightening around the hand that held his, Tyrion smiled blissfully, resting his head on Oren's shoulder yet again. "So, what did you have in mind for now?" The alcohol had long since worn off, but the fuzzy feeling remained. For the first time in weeks, he felt happy and alive again. "Do we stay in bed, or are we getting up?"

"I'm fine either way, but I'm starving. You stay here and I'll replicate us some breakfast," Oren told him, leaning up to kiss Tyrion one more time before throwing the covers aside and standing up. His muscles tense from exertion, Oren stretched his arms up above his head to loosen his sides as he shamelessly made him way across the room and to the replicator. "What would you like?" he asked, looking through some of the ready-set options that were available.

Stuffing the pillows behind him, Tyrion worked himself up into a semi sitting position. "Whatever you're having is good enough for me," he replied, trying to stretch out as well. "Owh," he complained as he shifted on the bed. "I may have to go see a doctor later....I feel something is... stuck. I don't know, it just hurts."

Oren winced, looking guilty. They really shouldn't have had alcohol the previous night. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, concerned, as he walked to Tyrion and kneeled on the bed in front of him.

"Sure, nothing a painkiller won't cure." He smiled cheekily. "Or a brisk massage? I think I just pulled something, nothing to be concerned about. This was my first time, it was bound to happen wasn't it? I enjoyed it, that's what counts. And I hope you enjoyed it too."

Oren stared at Tyrion for what felt like an eternity but was probably no more than a few seconds, waiting for the Betazoid to laugh and say he was joking. His mind went back to the previous night and Tyrion's admission that it was all new to him. At the time, Oren had simply thought he meant random encounters or picking up a stranger at a bar, not sex altogether.

"Oh...Um..." He tried to recover gracefully, but it didn't seem destined to happen. "I did," Oren finally said, something finally giving in his brain and allowing him to regain part of his composure. "I really did." He nodded to make sure he got the point across while still wondering about what it said about him as a person that he just wanted the deck to swallow him up right then and there.

Reaching, Tyrion pulled the young man back onto the bed, circling his strong arms around him. "That's good," he murmured, the thought of breakfast long since in the past. "I'm glad you did."

As he fell forward half onto his new lover, Oren sobered up and was broken out of his thoughts. He smiled down at Tyrion as he settled, enjoying the closeness and physical contact. "You know, this is just the kind of behaviour that got you into this position in the first place," he warned playfully, clearly on to Tyrion's motivations for pulling him back into bed.

"Is that so? But I can think clearly now you see...well mostly anyway. And I like being with you here." He grinned, equally playfully. "You make an awesome spaceheater," he smirked, leaning up to quickly kiss his cheek. His hand started to wander across his back, caressing the smooth skin in a featherlight fashion. The other hand just balanced him in place, doing nothing in particular.

Oren smiled, planting a soft kiss to Tyrion's collarbone and trying to relax, but all he could focus on at that moment, with the naked body under him, was breakfast.

"Tyrion..." he said, looking at him with bright green eyes. "Don't get the wrong idea, because I think you're beautiful, but all I can think about right now is pancakes," Oren admitted, giving him a guilty grin and giggling at his own ridiculousness. "I read chocolate pancakes in the replicator menu and it's just stuck in my brain now."

"Chocolate?" That was certainly a magic word, especially to a Betazoid. "I love chocolate." His smile turned rueful. "More than love it really but hey, I'm a Betazoid, it's said we're addicted to it." He sat up again, taking Oren up with him. "Tell you what, if you can get me something against this pain in my lower back, I'll get you the best chocolate pancakes you've ever had."

"Now you're speaking my language," Oren said, completely sold. "Be right back." He remembered that some of his anti-anxiety medication had pain-relieving effects and immediately took off to the small bathroom. "You're not allergic to any drugs, are you?" he called, looking down at the label on his medication.

"Not that I'm aware of," Tyrion called back, "what did you have in mind?"

Oren came back into the room with a small bottle in his hands. "I suffer from generalised anxiety disorder, so I have a prescription for anti-anxiety medication. But, some of the drugs are also pain-killers and muscle relaxants, so...." he trailed off, shaking the bottle gently to produce rattling sound.

"You want me to take your medication..." Tyrion hesitated, then shrugged. "Something is better than nothing, though I had hoped for a nice backrub." The sparkle returned to his eyes as he held out his hand. "Chew or swallow?"

"I don't want you to take anything. I'm just saying it's there if you do want it," Oren explained. "I'm supposed to take it this morning anyway." Saying that, he took out one pill and tossed it into his mouth before going to replicate a glass of water. He held up another glass for Tyrion, offering.

"As for a back rub, I think that might just end up making it worse," Oren teased, winking at him before sitting on the bed again.

"That depends on how good you are with your hands," Tyrion chuckled, giving him a nod. Why remain with a pain in your backside, when the cure was there for the taking?

"I think we've established my talent last night." Oren took a sip from his glass. "Twice," he added before leaning down to kiss Tyrion's cheek and flopping onto the bed. "Now...I was promised pancakes," he mock-demanded childishly.

"And you shall have them," Tyrion answered as he gingerly slid out of the bed. He called up the chocolate pancake program, and made a few minute alterations to the order. A few minutes later he returned to the bed, carrying two plates with a stack of steaming pancakes with a special chocolate twist. "Monsieur ordered pancakes?" he queried playfully, setting the plate down.

"You're my favorite person right now," Oren said, leaning down and taking a whiff of the chocolaty goodness on his plate. He sighed with pleasure and ripped off a piece to put into his mouth. The pancake melted immediately and Oren gave Tyrion a look. "You're my favorite person ever," he corrected, through a mouthful of pancake.

"Hmmm..." Tyrion grinned as he sat down and ripped into his own breakfast. "Chocolate heaven," he murmured, "unhealthy as you can have it, but lovely as nothing else you ever had. And...this is my special mix."

"I demand you hand it over because I think I could have these pancakes every day, for the rest of my life." A bold statement, Oren realised, considering the actual length of his life, but no less true.

"Hmmm...I'll consider it," Tyrion teased, deliberately spilling some around his mouth. "What do I get in return? It's a family recipe you see..."

The corner of Oren's mouth quirked. "You think you're so smooth," he teased back, finding the slightly juvenile flirtation adorable.

"Who, me? Hardly..." He smirked back, licking his lips seductively. "You on the other hand..." are stabbed a few pieces on his fork and offered them to Oren.

The smile still stuck to his face, Oren wrapped his lips around the fork and let out a soft moan, more for Tyrion's benefit than an actual need. "You know, you think you're seducing me, but you're just giving me your pancakes," he said with a small laugh.

"I don't need to seduce you, we're sitting butt naked on your bed enjoying special pancakes. This is the happiest I've been in weeks..."

"Me too," Oren admitted softly, watching Tyrion munch on his pancakes. "I'm happy I met you last night," he said, meaning every word. Although he knew he would have several hard days again, this encounter with Tyrion somehow softened the eventual blows that would certainly land on him in the coming weeks. He didn't feel quite as out of place there, on that bed, with a plate of pancakes resting his thigh and syrup dripping all over.

"So am I," the Betazoid said after finishing whatever was on his plate. "And you need a shower, you spilled so much syrup you're one sticky bun now." He smirked. "I could kiss it off but then you're still sticky."

Oren looked down at himself, chewing slowly. "What can I say?" he shrugged, talking with his mouth full. "I'm a messy eater and, you're probably right. I'll do that in a minute." He rolled up the last pancake and bit into it, placing the plate on the nightstand. "I'd ask you to join me, but it's so small, we might die in there."

"That bad huh? How about I just watch and help you dry off?" Tyrion laid back and stretched out, fingers idly caressing Oren's leg.

Oren smirked, shaking his head as he got up and went to the bathroom to finally wash up. He emerged only a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist and an apologetic look in his eyes. "Sorry, lover, only the sonic setting is working."

"Don't mind sonics," Tyrion replied, lazily getting up. He arched an eyebrow as he looked the El-Aurian up and down. "Getting shy on me now lover?"

"Maybe I'm teasing you," Oren retorted with a bright grin.

Returning the grin, Tyrion brushed past him, skin barely touching skin. "If it's sonics, no need for a towel either," he teased, grabbing the small sheet of fabric on his way into the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

Shooting him a look over his shoulders, Oren grabbed the comforter to straighten it out on the bed (and cover the syrup stains) before laying down on it again and checking his messages on a paDD quickly, too lazy to do anything productive yet.

A minute or two later, the Betazoid re-appeared and crawled onto the bed. "Anything interesting going on?" he queried as he crawled up over Oren's legs, leaning up to kiss him chastely. "Anything planned for today?"

Putting the paDD aside much like his plate, Oren returned the kiss, putting his arms lazily around Tyrion's shoulders. "Mmm," he sighed, "Need to go see a friend about something. I've kind of been avoiding him lately so I think it might be time to."

He let out a soft chuckle. "He's Betazoid too. Guess I have a thing for Betazoid boys." Oren shrugged.

"Perhaps," Tyrion mused, leaning over him, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind his ear. "But most will try to read you, and most don't say they'r rather be Human." He pressed a light kiss on Oren's temple, then his cheek. "How much time do we have, before you need me to leave to go see your friend?"

"We have time. There's no set time for me to go see him, but I'd like to before lunch since I have other plans for later," Oren explained, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side to give Tyrion more room. Though it probably wasn't having the effect Tyrion was hoping for, Oren was definitely enjoying the affection.

"Good, then you're in for some spoiling," the Betazoid whispered in his ear, then gently nibbled on it, before trailing his soft kisses south. He stretched out his hand, placing it under Oren's lower back, gently drawing him down onto the bed without letting up his kisses. He was feeling amorous, despide the still mild throbbing in his lower back. It didn't seem to deter him.

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

Oren Idris, Ph.D.
Archaeologist/Anthropologist
USS Galileo

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