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Posted on 03 Feb 2015 @ 7:18am by Lieutenant Olsam Mott

4,072 words; about a 20 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: SB84, Mott freighter, docking bay
Timeline: MD42

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Wondering whether the Mott family was still around, Tyrion wandered the starbase, studying any Bolian he came across. But the one in particular that he was looking for, he didn't really spot. Therefor, after about an hour of searching the local bars, he consulted the computer, which ultimately led him down to one of the base docking bays where apparently, the Motts were storing a freighter.

Now feeling a little awkward, and even a little insecure, Tyrion walked up to the hatch and announced his presence.

"Ow, son of a bitch," Kot said, stepping out from a corridor with a hand to his head.

He'd been working in a hatch to repair one of the ship's communication subsystems; it had been as quiet as a tomb down here, and someone shouting out had startled him. When he saw Tyrion standing in the doorway, he froze in place. He'd been wiping filth off on his coveralls, but now he felt incredibly self-conscious about the state of his person. He was dirty from head to toe and Tyrion looked as handsome and well put together as ever.

"Uh, hey, Tyr," he mumbled, finally deciding to shove his hands into his coveralls to get from fidgeting with them. He shuffled from foot to foot nervously. "I was kinda hoping I'd get to see you again. You know, before we pushed off."

"You were?" The Betazoid brightened visibly and smiled, unable to give himself composure either. "To be honest, I was afraid you would've already gone off without saying goodbye." He stepped forward a few steps but stopped short just a few paces away from the Bolian. "Did you hurt yourself?" he asked carefully, giving the man a once-over, looking for any sign of injury.

"What, no? I wouldn't have just left like that," Kot laughed nervously and brought his hand up to his head to check for blood. They were gone in two days, and he kept telling himself he'd get in touch with Tyrion tomorrow, then tomorrow, then tomorrow again. He would have contacted him eventually, but it gave him a warm feeling inside that Tyrion had made the effort. No one made the effort anymore, not these days. "What? Oh. I don't think I did. Take a look."

He bent at the waist to pointed the crown of his bald head toward Tyrion, flailing at it a bit with his hands. "See anything?"

Carefully, Tyrion ran his fingers over the bald skin, gently probing. "Just a small bump," he said, then leaned over and kissed the bruised spot. "Better?" he asked cheekily, bringing one hand down to cup the Bolian's cheek.

Kot gave a shy smile, forgetting for a moment how grimy and disgusting he both felt and looked. It didn't take him long to remember, though, and he felt very self-conscious in his own skin. "Yeah, like magic, that. You have a healing touch." He tilted his head to the side a little, lightly pressing his cheek into Tyrion's hand before motioning deeper into the ship with his right hand. "Listen, I'm...filthy. I wanna get cleaned up. It won't take but a minute, and you can tell me how you've been."

Tyrion smiled shyly as he pulled his hand back and feigned noticing the dirt and grime for the first time. He allowed himself to be pulled along, not having expected this much to begin with.

Kot lead them through the interior of the freighter back into the crew's quarters, where his co-father had assigned him a temporary room. Although the freighter was much like others of its class - exposed bulkhead and conduits running every which way - the quarters were well-appointed and significantly larger than those aboard even the Galileo. The decor was a little spartan but likely because this wasn't Kot's true home, just a temporary place to stay while tagging along with family to visit.

"Take a seat, I'll just pop in the sonic shower for a couple of minutes, then maybe we can grab a bite to eat or something?"

Tyrion sat down on the nearest item available, which happened to be the bed and listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. He couldn't help but let his mind form thoughts about seeing the big Bolian undress.

Kot disappeared into the bathroom and paused at the door to the sonic shower. There was a loaded hypospray in the medicine cabinet, he knew. He looked from it then back to the doorway that led to the living area, questioning himself and his motives. Was it wrong to try to plan that far ahead? Did it make it seem inevitable, take away the romance of spontaneity and the organic way that these things were supposed to happen? In the end, his biology won out; there was no use denying he was attracted to Tyrion, and there was nothing wrong with a little advanced planning.

Moving quickly, as if doing it quickly made the guilt less, he retrieved the hypospray, gave himself an injection of the compound that suppressed the more corrosive elements of his physiology, then jumped into the shower. He shouted over the low hum of the device into the living area:

"Have you had to report back to duty, yet?"

Caught up in his thoughts, Tyrion nearly missed the question. "Yes," he called back, then felt ridiculous for shouting through a door. He walked up and the door skid open to admit him. Tyrion could see the blue shape behind the misted glass and for a moment, he stared.

But only a moment, before turning away to give the man his privacy. "I've had a night shift," he explained, "I always work nights, which I don't mind because then there are fewer people around."

Kot continued shouting. "I know what you mean! There's no substitute for the kind of clarity that comes from solitude. Being here with my family has been the first time I've been around so many people in... I don't know how long. Sometimes it's hard to hear yourself think straight. Seems like intel has to be kinda lonely work in the first place though, right?"

The rhythmic hum of the sonic shower stopped abruptly and the frosted glass door moved to the side, moved swiftly on its tracks by a big blue hand powered by the muscles of a hard laborer. Kot stepped out, took a step toward the sink, and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Tyrion standing in the bathroom. His mouth opened to say something, but he wasn't even sure what he could say. He was completely naked without even the benefit of a towel, and he'd assumed Tyrion would stay in the bunk. Why was he in here? Why wasn't he saying anything?

"Uh," Kot mumbled, wondering if he should cover himself. It seemed too late to bother with modesty, though in all fairness the Betazoid was polite enough to have his back to him. But they were both mature adults, likely accustomed at some point to locker rooms or changing rooms. Besides, Tyrion was Betazoid. Didn't they walk around naked half the time anyway? He had nothing to be ashamed of so he just lifted his head slightly and pushed onward, shamelessly walking to the sink.

Tyrion saw the Bolian's reflection in the mirror from the corner of his eyes and he smiled. Physically his back was still turned towards the shower booth but now he turned around, seeing the brief hesitation. He made a show of keeping his eyes on the man's face, though he had covertly let them travel across the man's entire body. "I couldn't hear you from the living room," he lied smoothly, to explain his presence in the bathroom. "To answe your question, yes intel can get kind of lonely but well...I'm sort of a cryptologist I guess, so it's only desk work anyways. And I can think better when I'm alone, no loud minds of others to disrupt me."

"I can work better when I'm alone, no loud Bolians in my way," Kot grinned, mirroring Tyrion's statement. He leaned over the sink, made a quick job of brushing his teeth more out of habit than necessity, and then took a vibrorazor to his scalp. There was probably only a micron's worth of hair growth there, but he knew lifting his arms up would show off his muscular back and he had the urge to show off a little bit. "I can't imagine mind-reading. It's gotta be tough. What if you're around a Bolian like me? All we do is think about food, must make you hungry." In truth, he was presently thinking about a lot more than just food, though that was definitely somewhere off in the corner of his mind at all times.

"I try not to read someone else's mind," Tyrion admitted, "or to read them period but the last part is very difficult. I can't really control my telepathy, I was born with it. Emotions is the difficult part but reading someone else's mind or rather not to is very easy. Plus, it's rude to begin with, and unethical so you don't have to worry about me reading you, unless you really want me to." The Betazoid smiled brightly as he did admire the man's stature. Carefully, he reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers along the Bolian's spine, feeling the muscles ripple under his touch.

Kot almost slipped with the razor; the touch was unexpected but completely pleasant. He tried his utmost to focus on his hygiene regimen, but he kept stealing glances at Tyrion in the mirror. Eventually, he had to move closer to the sink and dedicate a lot more willpower to keeping his reaction under control.

"I wouldn't mind, I don't really have any secrets," Kot said with a kind of shy grin. "You're probably just learn a lot about subspace transceiver coils."

"I don't hack into people's minds," Tyrion countered softly, "only into computers. "It'd feel wrong, so I won't do it not consciously anyways." He applied a little more pressure to his touch, taking a bold step closer to him. "Why do you apply so much control?"

Kot gripped the vibrorazor so hard he was afraid it might compress in his hand. He left a portion of his head untreated and replaced the device on the sink before gripping both sides of it with his hands. He wanted to turn around, but he was afraid and embarrassed. It seemed better to just look at Tyrion in the mirror and speak to him that way.

"What if I didn't?" the Bolian asked. It sounded half-rhetorical but half like a real question, as if he was seeking permission. "Aren't you afraid of not having control? It's just kinda hard for me to let go of myself, you know. You end up gettin' hurt if you're not careful. Or make a mistake."

"Why'd I get hurt?" Tyrion returned, taking a step sideways to stand beside him, his hand still resting against the small of his back. "I don't have any control I just refuse to read minds, because I honestly wish that I wasn't a telepath. I can't stop myself from reading someone's feelings but I certainly can avoid reading minds." He rested his free hand on the Bolian's, which was almost crushing the sink into cracking. "Relax... and explain to me what mistakes we might make, or how I'd get hurt, and let me be the judge of it?"

Kot relaxed his grip on the sink and leaned a little toward the side, not quite touching Tyrion but close enough that they could feel one another's body warmth. He gave a crooked smile and then turned to face the Betazoid, placing his hands on the man's upper arms. Honesty was the best policy, and no one had ever accused his people of being anything but brutally open.

"I'm only going to be here two more days. I like you, Tyr. You've got kind eyes and a sweet heart. I like the sound of your voice. I'd like to hear it whispering in my ear at night," Kot said, shifting his grip a bit. "I want to lay you down and kiss your neck and place my hands on your body and be together. But..." He looked off to the side, then back into Tyrion's black eyes. "That's two days, and then what? I leave. You leave. And do we ever see each other again? Probably not. Even if we did, we couldn't ask each other to just sit around waiting. What if I gotta go somewhere for 270 days again? It ain't right. So... It's like this, is it a mistake then to take those two days together and hurt a little after from the separation, or is it better not to get attached in the first place?"

For a moment, Tyrion remained silent, his dark eyes searching the Bolian's face for signs of falsehood. "Then kiss me," he told him bluntly. "I want you to kiss me, I want to not forget about you. There's always subspace, and shoreleaves. Isn't it my choice, whether to feel hurt or not when you leave? To have two wonderful days, instead of wonder what it might've been like?"

Kot brought a hand up to Tyrion's face and gently brushed a thumb along his cheek. For a moment he looked like he would do it, actually lean in and kiss him. But he hesitated. It wasn't so much the Betazoid he was worried about as it was himself; he might have been physically intimidating but inside he was soft-hearted. He'd been putting off seeing the other man out of some sense of shame over how quickly he'd gotten attached to him, like the whole thing was just silly. It was hard when you couldn't trust yourself to sort through your own feelings - was he genuine trying to avoid an attachment, or was he just scared of what might happen if he allowed it?

Eventually, Kot decided he had to take action one way or another. In the span of a second Tyrion found himself pressed up against a bulkhead with a thump and the Bolian was at his neck, laying sweet kisses all along it. Between them he spoke breathily, "Two days then, wonderful days."

Breath knocked from his lungs, Tyrion tilted his head, suppressing a moan. "And then we'll see," he breathed, allowing his hands to roam along the naked Bolian's sides, pulling him closer. The kisses sent shivers down his spine and his heart thumped wildly in his chest, the vein in his neck throbbing visibly as his bloodpressure went up.

The hands at Kot's sides drew out a deep-throated growl - if he was going to lose control, he might as well do so completely - and he grabbed roughly at Tyrion's uniform until he managed to get two handfuls of cloth. The sound of ripping threads and Tyrion's responsiveness was deeply satisfying and encouraging, urging him to tear and pull and disassemble until there was nothing between them at all....

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"Do you feel okay?" Kot asked, turning his head to the side to look at Tyrion. He knew from limited experience that the suppressant was effective and should have minimized discomfort, but he was the type to always be concerned about others even if the situation didn't warrant it.

Lying cuddled against the broad blue body beside him, Tyrion nodded, even though he was experiencing some mild burning sensations in certain sensitive places, including his mouth. "Never better," he said truthfully, despite the mild discomfort. "How about you?" He smimmied over onto his side so he could face his companion. "Do you feel okay?"

"Perfect," Kot lied, already feeling the after effects of the suppressant. He winced a little and then rolled his eyes at his own stupidity; why bother lying about it? "Actually, my body is starting to feel a little...off. But I don't care, not at all. It's completely worth it, Tyr." He took Tyrion in both of his arms and pulled him completely flat against his body, an easy task given the differences in size and strength between them. He eased one hand up the Betazoid's back, keeping the embrace tight, and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't guess your captain would let you come with me, would he? You can decrypt whatever from the co-pilot's seat, right? I could just reach over for your hand, and you'd be right there..."

"I doubt my departmenthead would mind seeing me leave," Tyrion replied thoughtfully, "I have a lot to prove after all that happened. And if we had met a month or two ago I would've said yes without pause." He could sense that Kot was feeling off but he said nothing about that. With their bodies flush together and his head resting against kot's shoulder, there was no avoiding some telepathic sense of the other man.

He reached up to caress his cheek. "But with having so much to prove, I can't leave now. I need to do this but I promise I'll call, and if I can I'll visit. Or we'll meet halfway." His mind was in overdrive as he leaned up to kiss him. "I can even live with some discomfort," he added, referring to the mild burning he felt everywhere Kot had kissed him.

Kot smiled and nuzzled against Tyrion's neck. "It's only going to be two days, but I'm probably going to get way too used to this." It had been years since there was another warm body next to him and those were generally from temporary lapses in judgment, the loneliness finally getting to him until he broke down and gave in to temptation. This felt different, even if it was to be short-lived. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

"I can stay with you during the day and the evening, I work nights remember?" Tyrion smiled. "I'll probably have to let my roommate know though... he might get concerned."

A comfortable silence fell between them, and Kot momentarily retreated into his thoughts. Something Tyrion mentioned twice over caused his brow to draw together. "'So much to prove'? What did you mean?"

The Betazoid went very still suddenly, as if he was holding his breath. "I lost my commission," he explained slowly, "I was subject to investigation, after I spent too much time trying to discovered who killed my lover, back on my prior assignment. I had no memory of the event itself, and Doctor Voutilainen, with assistance of Doctor Mott, performed a procedure to restore my memory, which had been tampered with. It turned out.."

Tyrion hesitated, his breath catching in his throat as he worked up the courage to continue, as well as deal with the pain of it. "It turned out, I killed him. The doctors proved, that somehow, I was programmed to do it, that it wasn't my fault. But still, they took away my commission. Starfleet is all I have, so it's no big deal. But yes, I have a lot to prove now, that I am worthy of being in Starfleet, and in intelligence."

Kot had almost lost himself in the fantasy of spending the day and evening with Tyrion but the mention of a Dr. Mott quickly brought him out of his thoughts; by the time Tyrion finished he was trying not to go wide-eyed from shock. It was clearly an emotional topic for him, and Kot couldn't even fathom what it was like to be in his shoes. He tried, of course, if only to keep from having a wild reaction to the murder. He'd heard some unusual things in his day but this one certainly took the cake. Under any other circumstance, he would probably find himself much more critical of the situation but coming off a post-coitus high he was feeling very close and bonded to the Betazoid and more concerned for him than anything else.

"Oh, Tyrion, I can't even imagine," he said, eyes full of concern. He shifted a hand to the back of the Betazoid's head and pulled him against his body tighter, sheltering him in the embrace of strong arms. "I'm so sorry."

Still lying very still, Tyrion said nothing for several seconds, savouring the strength of the hands which held him close. "Don't be," he finally murmured, "I'm finally able to move on, I finally have closure, and Tyrek's soul can finally rest." Another few seconds passed and Tyrion stirred, shifting to tilt his head up a little. "But now you know..." Fear crossed the Betazoid's features, fear of being judged, being sent away now that the truth was out.

Kot gave a crooked smile, seeing the emotions cross Tyrion's face. "You're braver than me, I think. It would have taken me a long time to work up the nerve." The Bolian worked a foot between his partner's legs, pushing his own leg between them until Tyrion was basically 'seated' on his thigh. Ordinarily it would have been a suggestive move, a prelude to more, but in the moment it was just meant to heighten the intimacy between them by placing himself in direct contact with the most personal area of the body to show Kot was not only unafraid but largely unconcerned about the past; it had little bearing on the way he felt about Tyrion, and he wasn't worried about physical and emotional intimacy between them. "But now I know, and it's okay. I, uh... I already told my brother about you. " He gave a bashful grin. "I'm pretty sure he would have said something if you weren't completely cleared by medical, y'know?"

"Family sticks up for family huh?" Tyrion smiled back, cheeks burning. "At least you have family to stick up for you." He relaxed a little, relief flooding his features. "And yes I'm sure he would've told you off if he thought you were in any danger. But I promise you, I will never hurt you. Physically...I can't vouch for the emotional part because well..parting ways will hurt us both."

"I think I'm a pretty good judge of character," Kot boasted. "Spending so much time alone makes you extra cautious, I think, so if I'd sensed even the slightest thing... Well. We probably wouldn't be tangled up together." The Bolian flashed a grin that faltered a little bit. "Let's not talk about that, okay? Not until we actually have to part. Until then... We can just try to jam as much stuff in as we can."

Kot finally released Tyrion from his grip and rolled over in the bunk, staring up at the ceiling as he lost himself to his imagination. "I want to walk through the arboretum together until we find a nice secluded spot where I can steal a kiss or two. Dine together to the nicest restaurant on the station and just disappear into each other until it seems like we're the only people there. Go back to the bar where we met and dance until your face gets that beautiful sweaty glow." His head turned to the side to look at Tyrion, and he smiled sweetly at him. "What do you think?"

"I'd love to, though I am on duty from 2300 to 0800 but any other time, I'm all yours." Tyrion propped himself up on one arm to look at his companion. "There's only one problem in this whole scheme of things," he added somewhat mysteriously.

Kot looked concerned and lifted a hairless eyebrow. "Oh, what's that?"

The Betazoid's grin widened as he leaned over the Bolian to steal a kiss. "You somewhat shredded my clothes back there, I got nothing to wear."

Kot grinned and scooped Tyrion up in his arms, pulling his body to the side with enough force that he was slung into the air and off the bed entirely for a moment before landing squarely atop Kot's body; the solid wall of muscle helped cushion his landing. The Bolian had a mischievous look in his eyes when sliding his broad hands along the Betazoid's back, lower and lower. "Problem for you, maybe, but definitely opportunity for me."

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

Kot Mott
Subspace Relay Repair Technician
United Federation of Planets
[ NPC - Mott ]

 

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