Do we do or do we not? Part 2/2

Posted on 24 Apr 2015 @ 10:14pm by Lieutenant JG Grayson Jones
Edited on on 30 Apr 2015 @ 5:32pm

2,308 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Episode 08 - NIMBUS
Location: USS Galileo: 02-3216 SO, Grayson's Temporary Quaters
Timeline: MD2 0300 hours

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"I've always wondered how far a Trill's spots go," Tyrion murmured playfully, leaning back on the couch, pulling Grayson with him. Though the other man seemed soberder now, Tyrion's head was still swimming a little, and with blood being rushed to other places now, it wasn't helping much. He rested his hands against Grayson's sides and tugged the shirt out of his pants, then slipped his hands underneath. "Are your hands colder too than normal?"

"All the way down," Grayson winked, "but my hands are perfectly fine, being part human I don't have that particular Trill peculiarity, that and a perfectly flat and pouch free stomach too. Want to see?" He asked teasingly, spurred on by the little blood wine that was left in his system.

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Grinning, the Betazoid nodded, shifting his hands forward to the hybrid's stomach. "Do you want to be joined?" he asked carefully, resting his palms against the perfect flat stomach.

What little there was of Grayson's under shirt came off next, he wasn't one for regulation there, it was more a very thin and revealing gym vest. "Not in the Trill way," he started suggestively leading Tyrion on to ask a question, to which he already had an answer planned...hopefully.

"What other way then?" Tyrion supplied obligingly, watching him intently as if his black eyes were boring right into the man's soul.

"More...intimate ways...with another," Grayson teased as he went in for another kiss, deciding it had been too long since their last. "Ways that involve me not being the only one who has removed my clothes," he continued, breaking the kiss and finally noticing that fact.

"You're welcome to remove them, if you think they're in your way," Tyrion teased, running his fingers up and down the spots that ran down Grayson's sides. "I do like your spots, I like how subtle they are."

With that open invitation, Grayson began to unbutton Tyrion's uniform in a hurry. He shuddered with anticipation as the strong hands ran over each and every spot. Grayson's eyes finally locked with Tyrion's again, trying to convey his pleasure, his, excitement through more than just skin to skin contact. The sense of how much Grayson was enjoying his company, how much the act of pulling him back earlier meant to him, how much at this moment in time Grayson wanted Tyrion, totally and completely. For the first time in what felt like an age, in that moment, he felt happy, truly happy.

Breath coming in shudders, Tyrion closed his eyes, letting Grayson's emotions wash over him. He lifted his arms to enable his shirt being removed, then shivered as cool air touched his bare skin. He liked that things weren't moving too fast, that they were still here on the couch instead of dragged off to the bedroom. They had all night to get to know each other better, if that was desired. Eyes still closed, he let his other senses free reign, listening to Grayson's breath, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against his hands, smelling his perfume.

Using his position as leverage, Grayson managed to pivot his body so he was now laying on his back, pulling Tryion with him. For the whole time he kept eye contact, passion and desire leaving his body in waves, his spots becoming glowing pressure points. Tyrion literally could push his buttons in all the right ways now, each press would drive Grayson wild. For now though, he resisted starting to kiss again, in Grayson's mind it was time to put Tyrion in the 'driver's seat' to see what he would do with him.

But Tyrion refused to take advantage of him while both were under the influence of alcohol. Stradling the hybrid's body, he leaned forward to plant a single kiss right in the middle of the star tattoo, then he trailed them up, and along the intricate pattern of spots right up to his temple. Skin touching, he felt his heart beat against his chest, felt an echo from his own thump right back. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice a bare whisper now, almost aching to feel those strong arms around him, keep him from falling off the couch.

Another shudder of pleasure, this time up Grayson's spine. "Almost," he began, as he wrapped his arms around the man on top of him. For a moment he looked, just to gaze at how handsome he was. "Getting more comfortable as we go," Grayson smiled, a naturally, happy, content glow.

"What'd make you comfortable?" Tyrion shifted, bringing his face forward to have their noses touch as well as most of their bodies. He hooked his feet around Grayson's ankles to keep himself in balance. He'd felt the shudder, sensed it and it made his heart beat faster in anticipation. He enjoyed the feeling of strong arms around him, enjoyed the sense of safety it gave him.

"Head to bed?" Grayson's face became rather innocent when asking the question. "That way we aren't hanging off the edge of the couch where one of us isn't going to fall and take the other one with him," he gave a short chuckle through his nose. "I'll also get to lay beside you and I am kinda' looking forward to that."

Giving him a 'final' peck on the cheek, Tyrion sat up, then tried to stand, balancing on one foot as he tried to get to his feet. "Head rush," he murmured as he flailed his arms and lost his balance.

Getting up just in time, Grayson managed to catch Tyrion in his arms. His biceps bulged as he caught him, while nearly losing balance himself. Managing to get a foot out in time to brace the falling pair, it was in that moment he decided bed was a good idea after all. "You okay handsome?" Grayson asked.

"Yes," the Betazoid answered breathlessly, clinging to the stronger man. "yes, let's get to bed." He steadied himself, then started to pull him back with him. He looked around the bedroom while spying the big bed. "Cosy," he murmured, "but it lacks...personality."

Coming up behind him, Grayson slid his hands around Tyrion's waist, gently kissing his neck. "If it was more permanent, I could add things. Don't see a point when I could be back to the cell anytime soon," he continued his kisses. "I'd normally have a few candles about, more...comfortable sheets. A diffuser, something to take away the 'new ship smell' that seems to hang around. We can pretend for tonight though, maybe one day get a chance to show you the real thing."

"I have a vivid imagination," Tyrion confessed, "I can pretend it's all here, and you know we could replicate a candle or two if you want? Just enough light don't you think? Two candles I mean." He turned around in the embrace, facing him before letting himself fall back on the bed, drawing Grayson own with him. "Bouncy," he laughed as he felt the mattress rebound upon his fall.

"Oh I think we are fine now," the innocence leaving his face as Grayson began some intensive kissing again. Tyrion's mouth and neck getting all the attention. Grayson's hips began to grind as he straddled either side of the man now below him, his excitement was not easily hidden.

"Are you sure?" He returned te kisses with a passion of his own, leaning up, hands roaming across his body, feeling the muscles ripple at his touch. "You could take the remainder of that uniform off...then I have more spots to play with," he teased.

Very cockily, tauntingly Grayson responded with a simple, "Make me," an open invitation for Tyrion to do some, or most of it himself. It was evident Grayson was wanting more, he was becoming more playful, feeling a little mischievous. Secretly, he hoped Tyrion would begin to feel the same, now that they were locked away in private, Grayson hoped they could get up to all sorts of trouble.

"What sort of trouble?" Tyrion murmured, reaching to steal his pants, fumbling with the button. He continued to lather the exposed skin before him with kisses. He wanted more too, but at the back of his mind he was also aware that both of them were intoxicated, and wanted to be careful. Didn't want to go too fast too soon.

"Hmm, sensing my emotions and thoughts then?" Grayson teased, how else could he know? Grayson let lots of images of the two of them that right race through his head, imagined situations, positions, in the hopes Tyrion would pick up on them and the rest of the night would be word free. "Well?" he asked inquisitively, knowing full well the kind of emotions and no doubt pheromones he was pumping into the atmosphere.

"They're very hard to miss," Tyrion breathed, "especially with this close proximity, and us touching...I'm not very well trained in blocking things out. I don't usually read people." He struggled to get the pants off, then dropped them to the floor. "I'm all yours," he offered with a lopsided smile, drawing the man closer on top of him. "Have you done this before?"

Grayson on the other hand, did not struggle getting Tyrion's pants off. Getting close enough to nibble on his ear, he whispered, "I don't mind if you read my mind." Which was true, they were in the bedroom, being rather intimate, there wasn't much left for Grayson to hide. Positioning himself again on top of Tyrion's hips, he continued, "I've done this before, yeah. You?" Grayson pulled himself closer to plant a kiss on Tyrion's lips, using a little more tongue than before, "But as far as I am concerned, in here, I'm the one that's all yours," his voice lowered to a hush whisper, "to do as what you wish...if you catch my drift." Very cockily he raised an eyebrow, leaving Tyrion with no doubt what role Grayson played between the sheets.

"I have," Tyrion admitted slowly, but he'd never been the dominant party. That would be a first. He brushed his fingers over the spots on Grayson's left thigh. "I really do love your spots," he whispered,rolling them over to put himself on top. Starting at his temple,Tyrion started to kiss him down along the spots, taking the last piece of clothing as he continued down his leg to his foot. Then back up, on the other side.

Grayson shuddered with pleasure, letting out a small gasp as his neck was kissed. "Keep that up and I think my spots will love you back," he giggled lightly. He breathed a sigh of what he could only describe as relief, Grayson was feeling very comfortable now but had to ask something before he went on, "I need to ask you something though, just from being hurt in the past and so not to get my expectations up, do you see this as being a one night thing or will we be grabbing breakfast in the morning and seeing where this goes? No pressure, "he laughed, "I just don't want to get my hopes up to something and have them dashed again. But either way, I'm having fun, I don't want this to stop."

"I don't want to be hurt either. We'll see where this goes." He smiled happily. "Breakfast does sound good, and seeing you again even better."

"Good," Grayson smiled back, "now, we just need to figure out what to do until morning." His smile changed to a mischievous grin as he pulled Tyrion in closer to him for a long, passionate kiss. Allowing their legs to become tangled, Grayson slide his body down slightly and allowed his arms to wrap around under Tyrion's arms.

"Somehow, I doubt sleep is an option," Tyrion murmured, "I'm happy as we are but something tells me you want more than that."

"Sleep would come in time," Grayson jested, "but, if there is more here than just...this," he nodded down to their bare bodies, "I'm willing to let it wait. Well, on the condition you don't leave and cuddle up tonight instead." Grayson gave a smile, right now the thought of someone holding him excited him more than anything else.

"I'm not going anywhere until you want me to leave." Tyrion regarded him seriously, despite the happy buzz he felt coursing through his body. "Sex is an option, but not a requirement. I'm not looking for a one-time deal."

"Me either," Grayson replied candidly. "You are saying all the right things and know how to push my buttons in the right way, I might not want you to ever leave," the half Trill said as he pulled his body out from under Tyrion and sat up, hugging his knees. "Sex can be good, its even better when you wait," he moved up and pulled the duvet covers down a little, patting the mattress, Grayson asked a simple question. "Want to join me then?"

"Then we'll wait," Tyrion agreed, crawling under the duvet, snuggling up against his companion. "I might not want to leave," he giggled suddenly, "but at least there won't be regrets when we're sober again. I want to have a clear head when we decide to move this to...third base?"

Getting comfortable, Grayson enjoyed the feeling of someone snuggling up and automatically pulled Tyrion's hands around him. "I think when the time comes, you can take it all the way home...and then some." He finished his sentence by pulling one of the strong hands that held him, up to his mouth to give it a short, but very sweet kiss.

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CPO Tyrion Faye
Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo
Pnpc T'Vanna

Lieutenant (JG) Grayson Jones
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

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