Pike's Quarters - Day 18 [private/finished]

[my_god_man]

Leonard followed along meekly behind the tall, straight-shouldered figure of Admiral Christopher Pike. He knew he was in for it now. Bad enough what Borad and Carmichael had no doubt been reporting to the man about Leonard's performance during the quarantine, the clean up and the building tensions during research. Having to bail him out after

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[my_god_man]

"Asking one's pretty much asking the other, Sir," Leonard replied softly. Standing in the middle of the very nice guest quarters feeling very out of place. He had a day's worth of stubble on him and his tail thoroughly between his legs. Still wearing the same uniform from yesterday, in whatever shape Carmichael had left it. The injuries on his hands and face had been tended to. He still had some dried blood on a sleeve, though, unlikely his. In all, it wasn't a very nice sight.

"I suppose I should start, though, by attemptin' to express how deeply sorry I am, Sir." Like that was even gonna cut it with Pike, or cover the extent of bad he'd just unleashed. But it was always good to get the important things outta the way first.

[my_god_man]

"With all due respect, Sir, Borad and Carmichael aren't my own people." Just when he thought he'd gotten the worse of his temper out of the way, finally, he'd had an unexpected flare. He wasn't loud or sarcastic, though. Just quietly angry, a tightening to his mouth and a more than obvious scowl to his expressive brows. "I barely acknowledge them as doctors, and they certainly feel the same 'bout me."

Having said that, Leonard sighed and came to what senses he still possessed. Right, that's it, just go and prove them assholes right. Especially to someone who really mattered. After a deep breath and slow exhale, he said more contritely, "Sorry... Chris. That wasn't meant for you. But really, that is the problem right there. Those two have swept in like they're Jesus an' his ass, with no respect for anyone else. They've harassed Scotty, they've insulted my nurses, even threatened one of them with bodily harm, an' have been absolutely disrespectful to Lieutenant Cavendish, Yeoman Barrows, an' Commander Creed. There wasn't

[my_god_man]

Oh hell, if that didn't go straight to his cock. Chris was a master negotiator. "Yes'sir," he chuckled, giving his eager treat one more lick before sliding back off the bed. Despite his sass, Leonard was just as eager for some action. His hands worked at his fly with barely controlled urgency. Asked a little breathlessly, "Ya got lube?" Hoped to god Chris did by some miracle, because he sure hadn't thought to pack anything of the sort when he'd gotten dressed for work yesterday. If anything, working with Borad tended to give the impression that no lube was the only option.

Finally naked, Leonard crawled back onto the bed next to Chris. Ran a hand appreciatively over the man's flank. He was hard and ready for anything Chris would gave him. Couldn't help thinking, though, of the last time he'd had a significantly older man. Well, Leonard wasn't 20 anymore. He could negotiate his pleasure. And he truly liked being fucked as much as doing the fucking. So he asked with completely open invitation, "How d'ya want me, lover?"

[my_god_man]

"I certainly know what I want right now," Leonard replied huskily, chasing after those lips for more hot kisses. Rolled them both over so that he was on top of Chris, rubbing cocks together again only bare this time. Warm, sensitive flesh stroking each other. Heavy balls occasionally nuzzling. He gave a suggestive buck, then grudgingly pulled away to sit up between Chris' legs. Uncapped the lube and spread a generous portion along the length of his finger, a dollop on the tip. Eyes dark chocolate with desire, Leonard watched as Christopher got his intent and shifted for better access. Goddamn, the man was sexy, making himself all available for him. Asking for it -- no, demanding it -- with a look and a simple lift of a knee, scoot of a foot