Garak/Bashir/O'Brien NC-17 bits
Yes, I'm crackin' out. But these three are so much fun to write it should be illegal. ~940 words, NC-17 like HELL YEAH.
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[It starts with Bashir in O'Brien's quarters, where O'Brien and (amazingly) Garak have apparently been having a conversation: Garak's sitting on the couch, anyway, and there are two glasses of what appears to be whiskey on the table in front of them. Bashir's a little confused on how he got here, and even more puzzled -- nay, borderline alarmed -- when Garak invites him closer and gently but inexorably draws him down to sit on his lap. Bashir doesn't have time to do more than gape at him before O'Brien, sitting about a meter down the couch, protests that Garak "can't have him all to yourself, that's not what we agreed!", a point which Garak concedes. And so Bashir finds himself shifted over to sit between them, and doesn't even have time to ask what the hell's going on before O'Brien strokes his face, turns him to face him, and kisses him lightly. Lightly but oh, with such subliminal heat that it almost stops Bashir's heart. When O'Brien finally pulls away, he says:]
"Good God, Julian, I've been wanting to do that for so long."
"Miles, what -?"
"Relax," Miles murmured fondly. "We're not going to hurt you." This time his kiss was a little deeper, a little more forceful. Julian was shocked and a little thrilled to discover that he didn't mind, especially when their tonguetips flickered together and probed each other. The Chief tasted of whiskey and something deeper, more smoky; it was delicious, making Julian want even more.
"Oh, far from it." He felt Garak's hands on his shoulders, gently squeezing, then sliding up to firmly stroke the sides of his neck, half-caressing and half-massaging the muscles tightened with surprise. "He does feel rather tense, doesn't he?" The hands worked at the tensions for a few seconds, then slid down swiftly and assuredly to Julian's waist. Paused, massaging. "Relax, my dear Doctor." Down over his hips to spread against his upper thighs, the touch so sensual that in combination with Miles' kisses it made Julian feel lightheaded. The sturdy strength of Garak's body pressing up against his back drove even more breath out of his lungs; a kiss was pressed to the bare skin between his left ear and the collar of his uniform, then a thrilling edge of teeth before a low amused whisper: "My very dear Doctor."
Julian surfaced from Miles' mouth and half-turned, trying to see Garak over his shoulder. He was sure that he looked absolutely stupefied - and with good reason.
[They wind up in bed, naked, and Julian can't help but reflect on where he's ended up...]
It wasn't as if Julian had never been in a two-on-one situation before: a particular idyll in his very early years in Starfleet Medical, before he'd met Palis, came to mind, when two lovely young ladies had taken him back to their hotel room in San Francisco and stripped off his uniform and shown him that two heads really were better than one. But this was completely different. The two girls - Megan and Charlie had been their names, he recalled - had been soft and giggling, coaxing rather than commanding. His present lovers… well, Miles was gentle but he was firm, his touch a mixture of tenderness and strength, and Garak, while clearly being careful of Julian's Human fragility, equally clearly felt that he knew exactly what should be done and he wasn't shy about issuing directives.
And then there were the physical differences, the slenderness of Megan and the lush curves of Charlie versus the rather burly builds of both the Chief and the Cardassian spy. Held between them, with the furriness of Miles' chest and stomach pressing against his back and Garak's ridges open for exploration in front of him, Julian felt a little overwhelmed by the sensual feast he'd been presented with - and then, of course, there were two cocks in the mix, and what a pleasant surprise to discover that the medical data was quite correct and that Cardassians had scales there too. His right hand slipped down to trace them, making Garak growl and nip at his probing tongue.
[Of course they wind up doing things that blow Bashir's mind: it's amazing and heady to be worked over by two lovers at the same time, especially when it leads to being lovingly fucked from behind by your best Human friend while sucking the cock of your best Cardassian friend. A round of climaxes later, a bit of a rest, and they're at it again, this time with Bashir on his back being mounted by Garak while O'Brien occupies Bashir's mouth with kisses and other parts of his body with...]
"I can feel you pulsing in my hand." Miles' voice was rough with passion, his hand gripping and quickly pulling. "Come on, Julian. Come for us."
"Yessss," Garak hissed, unrepentantly reptilian. His thrusts into Julian's clasping heat became harder and faster. It was all too much: two more pumps of Miles' fist and Julian shuddered and cried out against the Chief's mouth, spraying thick spurts of white onto his own stomach. A few strokes later Garak yowled and bore down with even more force, anointing Julian's depths with oddly cool fluid. Julian's first coherent thought as the sweet white-hot light of orgasm began to fade was that he was going to be oh, so sore in the morning - and that it would be totally worth it.
[The afterglow, with one man on each side of Bashir:]
Miles was studying Julian's profile with a sweet smile curling his neat mouth. "Beautiful," he sighed blissfully.
"Utterly," Garak agreed, and for a long span of seconds they fell silent, idly caressing and stroking Julian's body as he quivered and softly moaned, slowly coming down from the most incredible sexual high of his life. At last Garak continued: "Aren't you glad we decided to share him?"
"I've got to admit, I thought you were out of your twisty Cardassian mind when you first suggested it, but -"
"I am right here, you know," Julian panted, almost managing a breathless laugh.
"Of course you are, my dear." Garak's tone was tender and indulgent, and he kissed Julian's throat fondly.
"Didn't think you were up to talking yet," Miles grinned, resting his chin on Julian's right shoulder and gazing at him through lowered lashes.
"I am. Barely." He closed his eyes and concentrated on just breathing for a few seconds. "That was… dear God. We have got to do that again sometime." He glanced at Miles, who was still smiling foolishly, then at Garak, who looked far more like the Cheshire Cat. "And next time I'll do more for the two of you, I promise."
"You've done quite enough," Garak assured him, "just by being here."
"Although I've got to admit," said Miles with a wider grin, "that I could do with a bit more of you sucking my prick."
"Well… yes, there is that," Garak admitted. He brought his left hand up from where it had been caressing Julian's right hip to run light fingertips over the Human's lips, making them tingle deliciously. "You have such charming enthusiasm for the task."
"Mmm." Julian was quick enough dart his head up and kiss the Cardassian's fingers before he withdrew them, earning a sly little smirk. He sank back with a sigh of contentment. "My pleasure, gentlemen."
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[It starts with Bashir in O'Brien's quarters, where O'Brien and (amazingly) Garak have apparently been having a conversation: Garak's sitting on the couch, anyway, and there are two glasses of what appears to be whiskey on the table in front of them. Bashir's a little confused on how he got here, and even more puzzled -- nay, borderline alarmed -- when Garak invites him closer and gently but inexorably draws him down to sit on his lap. Bashir doesn't have time to do more than gape at him before O'Brien, sitting about a meter down the couch, protests that Garak "can't have him all to yourself, that's not what we agreed!", a point which Garak concedes. And so Bashir finds himself shifted over to sit between them, and doesn't even have time to ask what the hell's going on before O'Brien strokes his face, turns him to face him, and kisses him lightly. Lightly but oh, with such subliminal heat that it almost stops Bashir's heart. When O'Brien finally pulls away, he says:]
"Good God, Julian, I've been wanting to do that for so long."
"Miles, what -?"
"Relax," Miles murmured fondly. "We're not going to hurt you." This time his kiss was a little deeper, a little more forceful. Julian was shocked and a little thrilled to discover that he didn't mind, especially when their tonguetips flickered together and probed each other. The Chief tasted of whiskey and something deeper, more smoky; it was delicious, making Julian want even more.
"Oh, far from it." He felt Garak's hands on his shoulders, gently squeezing, then sliding up to firmly stroke the sides of his neck, half-caressing and half-massaging the muscles tightened with surprise. "He does feel rather tense, doesn't he?" The hands worked at the tensions for a few seconds, then slid down swiftly and assuredly to Julian's waist. Paused, massaging. "Relax, my dear Doctor." Down over his hips to spread against his upper thighs, the touch so sensual that in combination with Miles' kisses it made Julian feel lightheaded. The sturdy strength of Garak's body pressing up against his back drove even more breath out of his lungs; a kiss was pressed to the bare skin between his left ear and the collar of his uniform, then a thrilling edge of teeth before a low amused whisper: "My very dear Doctor."
Julian surfaced from Miles' mouth and half-turned, trying to see Garak over his shoulder. He was sure that he looked absolutely stupefied - and with good reason.
[They wind up in bed, naked, and Julian can't help but reflect on where he's ended up...]
It wasn't as if Julian had never been in a two-on-one situation before: a particular idyll in his very early years in Starfleet Medical, before he'd met Palis, came to mind, when two lovely young ladies had taken him back to their hotel room in San Francisco and stripped off his uniform and shown him that two heads really were better than one. But this was completely different. The two girls - Megan and Charlie had been their names, he recalled - had been soft and giggling, coaxing rather than commanding. His present lovers… well, Miles was gentle but he was firm, his touch a mixture of tenderness and strength, and Garak, while clearly being careful of Julian's Human fragility, equally clearly felt that he knew exactly what should be done and he wasn't shy about issuing directives.
And then there were the physical differences, the slenderness of Megan and the lush curves of Charlie versus the rather burly builds of both the Chief and the Cardassian spy. Held between them, with the furriness of Miles' chest and stomach pressing against his back and Garak's ridges open for exploration in front of him, Julian felt a little overwhelmed by the sensual feast he'd been presented with - and then, of course, there were two cocks in the mix, and what a pleasant surprise to discover that the medical data was quite correct and that Cardassians had scales there too. His right hand slipped down to trace them, making Garak growl and nip at his probing tongue.
[Of course they wind up doing things that blow Bashir's mind: it's amazing and heady to be worked over by two lovers at the same time, especially when it leads to being lovingly fucked from behind by your best Human friend while sucking the cock of your best Cardassian friend. A round of climaxes later, a bit of a rest, and they're at it again, this time with Bashir on his back being mounted by Garak while O'Brien occupies Bashir's mouth with kisses and other parts of his body with...]
"I can feel you pulsing in my hand." Miles' voice was rough with passion, his hand gripping and quickly pulling. "Come on, Julian. Come for us."
"Yessss," Garak hissed, unrepentantly reptilian. His thrusts into Julian's clasping heat became harder and faster. It was all too much: two more pumps of Miles' fist and Julian shuddered and cried out against the Chief's mouth, spraying thick spurts of white onto his own stomach. A few strokes later Garak yowled and bore down with even more force, anointing Julian's depths with oddly cool fluid. Julian's first coherent thought as the sweet white-hot light of orgasm began to fade was that he was going to be oh, so sore in the morning - and that it would be totally worth it.
[The afterglow, with one man on each side of Bashir:]
Miles was studying Julian's profile with a sweet smile curling his neat mouth. "Beautiful," he sighed blissfully.
"Utterly," Garak agreed, and for a long span of seconds they fell silent, idly caressing and stroking Julian's body as he quivered and softly moaned, slowly coming down from the most incredible sexual high of his life. At last Garak continued: "Aren't you glad we decided to share him?"
"I've got to admit, I thought you were out of your twisty Cardassian mind when you first suggested it, but -"
"I am right here, you know," Julian panted, almost managing a breathless laugh.
"Of course you are, my dear." Garak's tone was tender and indulgent, and he kissed Julian's throat fondly.
"Didn't think you were up to talking yet," Miles grinned, resting his chin on Julian's right shoulder and gazing at him through lowered lashes.
"I am. Barely." He closed his eyes and concentrated on just breathing for a few seconds. "That was… dear God. We have got to do that again sometime." He glanced at Miles, who was still smiling foolishly, then at Garak, who looked far more like the Cheshire Cat. "And next time I'll do more for the two of you, I promise."
"You've done quite enough," Garak assured him, "just by being here."
"Although I've got to admit," said Miles with a wider grin, "that I could do with a bit more of you sucking my prick."
"Well… yes, there is that," Garak admitted. He brought his left hand up from where it had been caressing Julian's right hip to run light fingertips over the Human's lips, making them tingle deliciously. "You have such charming enthusiasm for the task."
"Mmm." Julian was quick enough dart his head up and kiss the Cardassian's fingers before he withdrew them, earning a sly little smirk. He sank back with a sigh of contentment. "My pleasure, gentlemen."