First Contact

Posted on Thu 21st Jun, 2012 @ 6:33pm by Commander Brian Windsong & Lieutenant Commander Clark Patterson

3,088 words; about a 15 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/2
Location: USS Kittyhawk
Timeline: Pre-arrival at Protector

OOC: Warning: Mature Content

The ambiance of the USS Kittyhawk was a friendly one, like an old fashioned neighborhood bar. He could sense it in the attitudes of the people around him. He had become a regular during the three week voyage that was just about to come to an end. In just 36 hours they would be arriving at his new home, Starbase Protector. It would be a different type of assignment then sitting around Star Fleet headquarters and acting as a trouble shooter, but he welcomed the new challenge.

He was sitting in the lounge enjoying a cold beer and some tacos. Wicker, his yellow lab guide dog lay at his feet, where he would occassionaly drop some food for her. He was sitting in a prime spot, just next to the observation port, which annoyed some of the other guests since he could not see, but he really had no concern about their attitude.

He cocked his head slightly as he felt someone, probably a man, approach his table.

Clark walked into the lounge and ordered some dinner from the hologrpahic waiter. He looked for a table to sit at, normally he would have eaten alone, but today he was looking for some company.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked the other man that he was trying to sit across.

"No, not at all," Brian said, "Make yourself at home. Brian Windsong by the way." He held out a hand mipoint over the table.

Clark took the man's hand before sitting down. "Clark Patterson, Chief Intelligence officer. Nice dog you got there. Whats her name."

"Her name is Wicker," he replied. On hearin her name Wicker who had been streched out laying with her head on her frong legs looked up. Brian reached down and scratched behind her ears.

"So Chief Intel officer on the Kittyhawk or Protector?" he quesioned.

"The Protector. Are you serving here or on the Protector as well?" Clark asked him taking a drink of his tea.

"Protector, I am going to be the Chief Diplomatic Officer been serving from Star Fleet Headquarters for awhile so now I've been assigned to the Protector. Don't know if that's because they like me or don't like me."

"I'm sure theres a good reason for why Star Fleet sent you here. And I'm sure you got orders. Intellegence simply sent me a note saying to report to the Protector for a new assignment. What assignment that is, I couldn't tell you."

"Well you know you're going to be the CIO there, that's a start. But it sounds like you're a bit frustrated."

"I was trained to be an Engineer. Not an intellegence operative. Don't get me wrong. I like the job but, there are times where I've rather work on a warp engine or building a ship." Clark said taking a drink of his tea.

"I see," Brian said after a short pause. "I had a... a friend once that was interested in Engineering. Myself I'd rather work with people. Besides I don't think you'd want me working near the warp coil."

"What happened to your friend?" Clark asked.

There was another pause before Brian answered, "He was murdered, by the same people that did this to me. There was a faction in our government thatdidn't want our people to join the Federation, but that might not have been the reason."

"The Arkadian incident. I remember ready somewhat about it during a dibbeifing I was assigned too. A lot of the details are still top secret, mind you. I'm sorry about your friend."

"Thanks," Brian respnded, "In a few day it will be the anniveary of his death and I guess I should tell you he was a lot more than just a friend, he was my fiance. We were going to be married a week or so later."

Clark stayed for a while. He was symbathetic. He could hear the pain in the other man's voice. His empath senses where picking up his sadness. He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know a whole lot about Akadians or how their relationships work. "I'm sorry. I can only imagine what you're going through"

"We were going to be bonded too... uh, bonding is a special ceremony, it goes beyond marriage in many ways. We had also pleged to be mongomous, something most Akadian's don't do. I haven't been in a relationship with another person since he died. Fooled around some but just no strings attached kind of stuff."

"He must have been very special to do that." Clark finished his tea. "Do you want another beer?" he offered.

"Sure, " Brian responded, "Another beer would be good, and yes he was special to me. We had been together for five years."

Clark stood from the table and walked to a the walke to a replicator to order another beer for Brian and more tea for himself. He returned to the table and handed him the beer. "Five years huh, my longest relationship was 3 months."

"Well before I met Morgan, three months would have been a lifetime. So are you... Gay?"

Clark was surprised by his comment. He could help but blush. "Well who wants to know?"

"Well I'm not exactly asking for a date or even inviting you back to my cabin, but I guess I am. It seems like you're avoiding the question though."

Clark wasn't sure what to say. He didn't really know himself. He knew he wasn't attracted to women the way he was to men. Now what to say? "Yes." he said still blushing.

Brian took a sip of his new beer and finished the last of his tacos. "You sound a little unsure of yourself. You want to talk about it?"

"I don't know?" He decided to change the topic he didn't like talking about his feeling. "I rather not talk about the way I feel." he tied to recall if Arkadians had any telephatic abilities but he could recall right away.

"Fair enough," said Brian, "I don't want to pressure you. So what would you like to talk about? And yes we do have telepathic abilities. The fact that you are an empath yousrself, makes it more dificult for me not to read your thoughts."

"Somehow I felt your presence trying to reach into my head." he said with a smile.

"Are you offeneded?"

"Not usually." Clark admitted. "Would you get offended if someone read your mind?"

Akdadians don't get offended over that, but we have some defenses to keep those we don't want in,out. But feel free. Tell me what I'm thinking?"

"I wasn't trying to ask to look inside." Clark said. "But if your offering..." he trailled off.

Brian lowered his mental shields, "Sure I'm offering, I am giving you easy access. So now tell me what I am thinking." he said with a grin.

Clark wasn't sure what he would expect. He closed his eyes and expanded his mind to reach inside Brian's mind. There was a feeling that made him feel warm and comforting. The words that he was thinking were clear as day, almost as if he was saying out them outloud.

OOC You are a good writer, but you can't spell worth crap
OOC I was typing on my phone no spell check.

IC: There was a pain that was just under the surface that he was doing his best to keep buried but was still a part of his daily existence. There was also a desire for what had been missing in his life for so long, a relationship that was real, emotional, and romantic.

Clark also got the sense of many one night stands and short term physical encounters that had been satisfying on only one level. There was an almost casual curiosity of what Clark looked like, whether or not he really was gay as Brian suspecteted and what it would be like to spend the night with him.

There was one more thing that Clark almost missed, the same emotional attachment that he desired he also feared. The one thing that he did not miss, the one thing that was almost overwhelming that almost drowned out everything else was Brian's anger and desire to bring to justice, no, to kill those responsible for the death of his best friend and his own blinding.

While in the other mans mind there was something there. Something that felt... Wrong. No angry. There was a pain there that told him that he wanted justice for those responsible for the loss of his loved one... Clark knew details behind the incident. He hid the details involving the Akadian incident away. He didn't know how Brain would react. The last thing he wanted was to be responsible for the acts of what the man he was inside of be responsible for.

Brian, could feel that Clark was hiding something, something about the death of Morgan, but he could not determine what it was. He decided not to confront him right then, but to approach it from a different angle. "You still haven't told me what you think I'm thinking."

"You want more then another one night stand, you want to make your self happy. And... You," Clark cleared his throat. "You want to see me naked."

Brian laughed, "Well you're right about the first two. As to the third I think feel you naked is a better description. The first two I've kind of given up on for now. So what are my chances of the third happening?"

It completely slipped his mind that Brian was blind. The idea was tempting. He hadn't intercourse with anyone since his days at the academy. "You can if you want too."

"I think I would like that. You do sound sexy. So what kinds of things do you like to do?"

Clark pushed a mental image of himself to Brian. "I'm not into games." he said after a few moments.

Brian appreciated the mental picture the Clark had sent especially since he was able to see at least how Clark thought he looked.

"So not to sound so 21st century, but my place or yours Clark?"

"I share my room with two other passengers. So thats a no go for my temporary room." Clark said.

"Ah, the privilages of rank," Brian said, "I guess my place it is. I've paid for dinner already so we can leave anytime you're ready. I just want to be clear I'm not looking for any thing long term."

"Good," The last thing he waned was a new person that wanted a new person his life. "Shall we go?"

"Of course," Brian said a small smile playing at his lips. He stood to his feet took the dog's harness, "I'm on Deck 17, room 217 Tango. You should probably lead the way."

Clark smilled and let the way to a turbolift.

"Deck 17." he said to the computer. The lift responded with a chirp. He stood to Brian's right looking down to the dog that was looking up at him. He slowly lifted his hand to the top of her head and rubbed her between the ears.

Wicker looked up at the man and wagged her tail, then she got down to business as the lift doors opened and they stepped out onto Deck 17.

They arrived at Brian's room quickly and Brian quickly unlocked the door. He turned the lights up for Clark's sake unhooked Wicker's harness and fed her. Having already familiarlized himself with the room he didn't need the dog. He reached out a hand for Clark.

Clark took it and smiled at Brain, he knew he could see him but it was the thought that counted. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, I am sure." he replied as he led Clark to the bed.

Clark raised his eyes brows and followed Brians lead to the bed.

Brian found the bed easy enough and sat down on it. He moved his body closer to Clark until their legs were touching and then he cocked his head and moved his face to where he sensed Clark's was.

Clark hesitated for a second before he leaned in and gently put his lips on the other man's soft lips.

Brian loved the taste and feel of Clark's lips and he let the kiss linger, light and airy. Then he began to deepen it opening his mouth and pressing his tongue against Clark.

Clark opened his mouth to allow Brians tongue to enter. For a blind man he was a great kisser.

As their tongues entwined together something ignited in Brian and he felt a heat rise up from the core of his being. All caution, all restraint, seemed to vanish and was replaced by an almost animalistic lust. He wanted to feel Clark's skin against his, he wanted to be inside Clark or have Clark inside him, or possibly both.

Even though he was filled with lust and desire, he didn't just want to be pleased, but to please.

He groped for Clark's shirt and found it easily since they were so close to each other and he ripped it open uncaring about buttons, or whatever held the shirt together. The only thing that he cared about was building for the release, hopefully the first of several releases they would experience that night, that, that he knew was coming.

Clark moved his left hand behind Brian's head to kiss him again. With his right hand he traced down the chest of the other man from under his shirt.

Brian had been about ready to wrestle Clark to the bed, but the kiss  froze him. Instead he reached his arms around Clark's neck pulling the man to himself in a tight embrace.

Clark riped Brian's shirt off. He pushed the other man back on the bed and climbed on top of him.

Brian did not fight Clark, rather he raised himself slightly to press against him. He felt the other man's hardness through both sets of pants and he liked what he felt, Clark was at least as large as he was. Just thinking of what was about to happen caused the blood to rise to the right places and Brian felt himself become fully aroused.

"Don't stop," he remarked somewhat breathelessly, "I want this, I need it, I need and want you."

Clark smiled to himself and keep doing what he was doing. He reached below Brian's belt and griped the other man'ss companion. "You like that?" he said undoing his own pants.

"Yeah I like that!" Then when he heard Clark's pants hit the floor. "But you know, I've always been a numbers kind of guy, if you know what I mean. Two numbers in particular, if you're okay with that."

"Never done it with more then one person in bed."

"That's not what I meant," Brian replied, "I didn't mean a three way, though that would be fun. I was talking about something else entirely. The first number I was thinking of was 6. I am sure you can think of the second number."

"Oh right," Clark said. "I was hoping for something quick and easy,"

"Well that is quick and easy. But if you want to skip the appetizers and go right to the main course, I have no objections, but then I get to pitch first."

"Lets just go to the main course." Clark said stroking his companion.

"That works for me," Brian said. He was a bit disapointed, feeling the 'appetizers' made for a greater crescendo during the main course, but he wasn't going to throw Clark out of his bed over it. Afterall, he had gotten his way over who was going to be inside whom, so it wasn't all bad.

"So do you want to sit on me, or how do you want to do this?"

"I'm a top. So get on your back and lift your legs."

"Excuse me," he said a bit frustrated for the first time, "I believe I just said that if we were going to skip to the main course that I was going to top. You should really listen you know."

"Sorry." Clark turned to lay on the bed and lifted his legs up. "Come at me,"

And Brian did just tha. He drew closer to Clark guided by the sound of his voice. His hands reached out finding one leg and then the other, then using the legs as a guide he entered Clark.

"Right there," Clark said. Using a hand to help guide the rest of the way inside. "Oh yeah."

Brian felt the familiar tightness and grinned. He didn't have to see to enjoy what was going on. He began to moved deeper and deeper building up a rhythm.

Clark began to moan to the feel of another man's hard-on inside him.

Brian could hear Clark and knew that he was enjoying himself. He felt good about that because he too was enjoying himself. He sped up then slowed dowan varying the tempo.

"Oh yeah don't stop!" Clark said. stroking his own woody.

"Not until we both come Clark, not until then and then its your turn to do me."

After another five minutes both of them had doen exactly what Brian had said.

"My turn then," Clark said trying to lower his legs.

"You'll have to help me bro," Brian said.

"Uh, sure thing bro." Clark said in a sarcastic voice. He turned brian onto his back and lifted his legs into the air. He postioned himself to begin entering Brian through the back door. "If it hurts let me know."


"As Humans would say, this is not my first rodeo." Brian replied moving his legs and relaxing muscles, "I might prefer the top position, it doesn't mean I don't enjoy the other. Its until I get attuned to someone I don't exactly know where you are."

"I'm right here," Clark said entering Brian with the same speed that Brian entered him.

"Yeah," said Brian as he felt Clark's member slip inside him, "I think I've got it now. Oh that feels good, you're definitely not hurting me."

After a while of raging sex between the two. Clark was satisfied enough to bust on Brians chest. Now it was Brian's turn to do the same.

Though he would have preferred to have busted somewhere else he returned the favor in short order.

Lt. Commander Clark Patterson
CIO
Protector

Lt. Commander Brian Windsong
Chief Diplomatic Officer
Protector

 

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