Strange Bedfellows [PG18] Part 1

Posted on 26 Apr 2015 @ 8:38pm by Lieutenant JG Grayson Jones

2,097 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 08 - NIMBUS
Location: USS Galileo, Grayson's temporary quarters
Timeline: MD2, 0700 hours

ON:

"Ohh my head," Tyrion groaned as he turned over in bed, only to bump into something. Or someone, as he discovered when he opened his eyes. Startled, he yelped and scurried backwards. He suddenly found himself airborne for a few nanoseconds, before crashing into the deck, dragging most of the bedding down with him.

Grayson's head hurt equally as much, but clearly remembered more. "Tyrion, quit playing around, it's cold and you were nice and warm." His body was automatically reaching out for his lost companion.

Dazed, Tyrion grawled back into the bed and replaced the duvet over their bodies. "Turn up the heat," he mumbled, while rubbing his temples. "I have a headache.... did we...?"

"You are the heat," wearily Grayson replied as he moved a little closer, sensing things weren't going to be as idyllic as what he had hoped that morning. Thinking to be just another drunken mistake, he was quite cold in his next reply, "We were going to, we didn't. Last night we thought there could be something here between us, so we decided to put it off and see where things went." His voice was almost defeated by a sudden rush of sadness. As much as he was hoping his romantic life was changing for the better, to him, it looked like things were remaining the same.

Sensing the sadness, Tyrion crawled closer. "I'm glad we didn't because then I wouldn't have remembered any of it," he confided, "and I'd rather remember if I did." Pushing Grayson gently backwards, he leaned over him, drawing the duvet up to cover them both completely. "I'm the space heater hm? I like that idea."

The joy and excitement rushed back into Grayson's body. He was pinned down and he loved it. "I'm glad too," he grinned, "yeah, you give pretty good cuddles at night. I felt all warm and comfortable and... safe." Safe. He really did, it was the first in a long time someone had made him feel like that. Grayson in that moment felt very content with his life. How he would have longed for the day not to start so he could stay here with Tyrion, like this, all day.

"Safe is good," the Betazoid agreed, starting with a gentle kiss, just a loving peck on the cheek which grew bolder as he moved to his mouth. "Cuddles are good too." He cast the man underneath him a cheeky grin. "I do remember something about spots.... but what was it again?" he murmured play-absently as he trailed his fingers down his cheek and neck, across his shoulder and starting down his side.

"Oh you tease," Grayson began, followed by a pleasure filled moan. "My spots are my weakness, and you know exactly how to touch them in a way that drives me wild." Grayson kissed back gently, not wanting to aggravate more meaningful spot caressing.

"That's the idea my dear," the older man teased, shifting his little kisses to the spots on his face. "And I can see them clearer now, now that my head's cleared a little. And you're even more handsome without the fog of alcohol, but you already knew that, didn't you?" He gently turned the man's head sideways, brushing the exposed spots with the tip of his nose.

His body shuddered as his face blushed. Grayson knew he did his best to look good, but always felt a little shy when complimented on it. As the night before, his arms reached up over Tyrion's shoulders and rested on his lover's back before pulling him in for a kiss, in an attempt to draw attention away from his sensitive areas. "You're not bad yourself as well, very handsome and sexy," he punctuated his sentence with another kiss.

Now it was the Betazoid's turn to blush, his black eyes shining brightly. "I...try," he murmured around the kiss. "I just can't seem to get a tan.... I wish I wasn't so pale..."

Grayson gave him the once over. "Nope, your perfect as you are." He began to run his hands down Tyrion's body, his fingers lightly stopping around his chest, navel and hips.

Giggling, Tyrion squirmed at the man's touch then rolled over onto his back, drawing in deep breaths. "Are you sure?"

"Yup, I'm sure. I'm an Engineer, trust me, I know something perfect when I see it." Grayson allowed his head to flop down lightly and rest on Tyrion's chest. His face lit up when he heard his heart beating. "Argh, I don't want to have to get up," he confessed.

"Then don't?" Tyrion suggested, reaching up to brush his fingers through Grayson's hair. He was aware of the fact that his heart was beating faster than normal, but he was feeling happy for the first time in days. Stay with me. he suggested as he wrapped his arms around the man, drawing him up into a tighter embrace.

The voice in his head did not frighten him. It excited him. "I wish I could stay, I need to be on duty in less than an hour for this mission starting," the rest he thought, imagining a line of words leaving his mind and pointing to Tyrion's "I want to stay with you, this is all just too perfect. It might have only been once chance encounter in the bar and then last night, but I got to say, you've got me smitten with you Tyrion'.

The Betazoid's face flushed a darker shade of red at the compliment, drawing him down in a fierce kiss. Then we still have one hour...I work gamma shift, so I don't have any shift until tonight. But I can wait for you if you want. He hesitated. "Though...wargames...argh I have to get up too! Everyone reports at 0800 remember.."

Continuing the kiss, Grayson also continued the conversation, 'For as long as these are my quarters, you will be welcomed to come and go as you please. It would be nice to see you later today, get in some more of these kisses. I like the whole kiss and communicate thing, you might be able to tell, its turning me on a little'.

I notice. Tyrion replied, a touch of humour to his mental voice. I have to be home beta shift as Pieter and I spend that time cleaning up...a sort of roommate agreement if you will. But I can probably get out of it today and tend to it later...I'm sure he'll understand I'd rather be with you.

If it was possible to mentally giggle, Grayson just did, ' I'm glad we waited last night. It is making me want you so much more right now, I actually don't know how long waiting will last,'.

I don't know either. Tyrion confessed, leaning up to nuzzle his jaw. But I'm glad we waited too...only time can tell, I don't want to move too fast and regret it later. I've been burned before...recently.

'I don't want to rush either, I've always been burned. Most guys seemed to think of me as something disposable. At least that's how I see it. Take one look at me, decide I am only good for one thing and leave. So, you can see why pulling me away last night and the fact we are just laying here, kissing and cuddling means a lot to me. I wonder if now, you'll be able to hear my thoughts during the day'.

I don't know...I've only spoken this way to Pieter before, but only because he's deaf and only to draw his attention. Tyrion shrugged. And I don't see you as disposable. You have feelings, to leave would be wrong. Besides....I find this enjoyable and well... His mental voice faltered as he smiled sheepishly. "You are hot," he whispered seductively.

Being in one of those happy, close to tears kind of moods, all Grayson could do was whisper back a, "Thank you," and "you're pretty hot yourself." He hoped there was something more here, something more long term than he was used to. It was long over due that his luck in the love department was to change, Grayson longed for this to be it. He saw many a happy morning spent like this in the future, a few things of what he wanted to happen at night as well flashed across his mind.

"All in due time," Tyrion promised, sending back a similar desire. "All in good time....one step at the time."

Continuing his smile, all Grayson could say is, "I look forward to it then." With that he snuggled himself back into Tyrion, enjoying the embrace and the warmth that came with it.

"What are your duties for today?" Tyrion asked, feeling happy and yet as if he might drift off into sleep again. "Do you want to go somewhere for breakfast?"

"I wish I knew what I was doing," Grayson admitted, "I think we will need to wait and see what happens with these Klingons. I'm sure most of it will be taken up with the deflector and making modifications. Can we eat breakfast here? I'm not ready to move...or get dressed yet." He positioned his body so he was not laying on his stomach, his chin resting on Tyrion's collar bone, trying his best to look very cute indeed.

"My Adonis," Tyrion chuckled, "sure we can eat here. And we have all the privacy we need so no need to get dressed." His chuckle turned into a cheeky grin. "And I like what I see."

Grayson began to kiss Tyrion's chest, side to side at first then lower. As he moved towards his stomach, Grayson's head began to slip under the covers. At this point he was feeling particularly mischievous and hoped the feeling would transfer.

Gasping, Tyrion shifted slightly, keenly aware of the other's feelings and thoughts now. "What are you doing?" he breathed curiously, "not that I mind..." His usually carefully maintained mental barriers had slipped up into nothing, his feelings laid bare, and he was vulnerable now, susceptible to the feelings of his companion. "We need to get up, you don't want to be late...I'd hate to see you kicked out of work because of me."

"I'm being playful, what else?" Grayson giggled. He continued his decent of kisses and the conversation continued, "I have at least another half hour before I need to report in. That is plenty of time for a little trouble," Grayson's lips now lay on the other side of Tyrion's navel, in the tender area between there and his groin.

Squirming, Tyrion laughed, his chest heaving with each hitched breath. "Careful," he breathed, "or it's more trouble than it's worth...." His entire skin was sensitized, and he was more than aware of the lips against his skin.

"You are worth the trouble," Grayson went a kiss lower. Another and another.

"No I'm not," Tyrion breathed, feeling his legs turn to jelly, a warmth starting to grow deep inside his stomach. He reached out, blindly, trying to stroke his spots again.

"You won't get my spots this time. Only fair I make you squirm for a change," with that Grayson went in for the kill. From an outside perspective, all you would see is what would be assumed as Grayson's head bobbing up and down under the covers at Tyrion's midpoint, feet which were clearly his thanks to the spots hanging out of the bottom. He wishes his head and hands were not so busy so he could look up and see Tyrion's face at that moment.

Tyrion on his part felt as if his skin was on fire, and he was unable to move much. He could only groan softly, between his gasps for breath. "Gray..." he breathed, emitting happy thoughts laced with surprise. He felt fuzzy as he tried to reach out again.

Feeling the hands ruffle through his hair, the waves of emotion being projected into the room and the cue way he was being referred to as 'Gray' only served to spur Grayson on, to intensify his actions, push Tyrion further. His hands started to wander up Tyrion's chest, looking for another set to hold, to play with as well.

To be continued...

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

Lieutenant JG Grayson Jones
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

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