Title: Debriefing Author: Cameron Burnell (camster@rock.com)
Series: DS9 - slash, B/Ob, no one dies and no fucking sh*ttlecr*ft are in it ;)
Rating: NC-17, graphic m/m sex
Summary: In "Rocks and Shoals" a brisk rub down leads to something else between two good buddies
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Paramount owns the characters, I just fool around with
them...or get them to fool around with each other.
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Debriefing by Cameron Burnell (camster@rock.com)

"Man it's cold in here!"

"Well, if you'd only taken off your clothes, too, you'd be nice and toasty by now. And you'd be wearing dry clothes."

"Humph."

"Are you... ashamed to be naked, Chief?"

"No, I'm not *ashamed* to be naked."

"Because even the Captain, Nog and Garak all changed already."

"That's different, Nog and Garak had to go scout for food."

"Look, no one can see. The crew are outside foraging. The captain is working on the equipment."

"And why aren't you with the rest of the crew, foraging?" Even as he said it, O'Brien realized how stupid his question was. Bashir only looked toward the unconscious form of Dax. He had operated on her and stabilized her, but she was still out of it. His first duty was to stay with her until she woke and could assess how she was doing.

"Jadzia hasn't woken yet. When she does and I'm satisfied that she's recovering, then I might just join the rest of the crew...*foraging*."

"Sorry. I'm just--"

"I've seen you before, Miles," Julian added with a smile. "I'm your doctor after all."

"Yes, but--"

"Hell, I've seen everyone on the station naked at one time or another. It doesn't mean anything you know."

"Well, maybe not to you, but it means something to me!"

"Look, there's no need to be so sensitive just because you're circumscized."

"Talk a little louder why don't you. Maybe your voice can carry outside the cave."

"For heaven's sake. It's not that big a deal, Chief. Some men have it done on purpose you know."

"Well, I *didn't*. I was just a boy. I've never even seen another man like me. Hell, even Garak and Nog had foreskins." Miles scowled.

"It used to be very different on old Earth. According to the medical history files, men used to be circumscized automatically at birth. Sometimes the family wasn't even asked if they wanted it. And the technique's they had back then were truly barbaric, some removing all the nerve clusters and protective lubricating tissue. Today the excess tissue is removed but the rest is preserved with the transport-surgical procedures perfected in the 23rd century."

"I'd rather not talk about it, if ye don't mind."

"All right. But you've nothing to be ashamed of, Chief. You are just as responsive as an uncut man. You're equipment works just fine. In fact, I'm sure you noticed, but... you're even a bit bigger than I am."

Miles reddened. "Julian!"

"It's true." Bashir shrugged. "So what? The size of a man's penis doesn't matter. And when it's soft is not a good indicator of it's size when it's hard, you know. You may be bigger soft, but I may be the same size you are when hard."

Miles was scarlet now. "For heaven's sake, Julian, keep yer voice down. I can't believe yer talking about this!"

"I'm talking about it because you're being silly and you're shivering and I don't need two patients. Now get out of those wet clothes and have a brisk rub down and change. And that's an order from the CMO, chief."

"You wouldn't!"

"I said it was an order. Now drop those trousers." Bashir got up without waiting to see if O'Brien had listened and fetched his towel. When he turned back, O'Brien was just standing there, mouth open. He stepped up and set the towel on a rock, then with a slight frown went down on one knee and reached for O'Brien's trousers. "All right, if you don't see to your health, it's up to me to do it."

As soon as Julian's hands touched his waistband, Miles woke from his trance and moved back. "I can do it!"

"Then do it."

O'Brien scowled but started to peel his wet clothes off. He wrestled his shoes off and then hesitated. He looked at Bashir just nodded.

"All of them."

He began to grow red as a beet, then peeled his trousers off. Bashir saw now why he was embarrassed. His cock was half- hard, pushing out his briefs. He didn't remove the briefs.

"This is fine. I'll just--"

"Take everything off, I said." Julian didn't wait this time, but reached out and peeled the wet cloth slowly off the chief's jutting cock. Miles groaned.

By the time he'd pulled the briefs down to the rocky ground his cock was fully hard, pointing up in the cold air. Julian set the wet briefs aside and picked up the towel. He stood and moved behind the shivering Irishman and began rubbing the towel across the chief's brawny shoulders. He spoke teasingly in Miles ear, trying to make him smile.

"Impressive, chief."

Miles felt himself growing even harder. "Julian..."

"Hush. Let me take care of you."

Those words made O'Brien groan again. Pre-cum began leaking from his fat cockhead and when Bashir moved around to rub his chest, it was dripping down his stiffened prick.

The towel carefully dried the barrel chest and Miles eyes closed as the rough surface rubbed his already stiff nipples into tingling points of pleasure. The towel began to move down, toward his belly and he finally put his meaty hand on Julian's slender wrist.

"No more, Julian. I can't take it." He closed his eyes as another string of pearly liquid drooled from his cock. "Shit!"

"So, I really turn you on, eh, Miles?" Julian teased. "It's nothing to--"

"Yes, dammit!" O'Brien growled, silencing him. "Yes, you do! You're dark and slender with those fine exotic cheekbones, glossy hair and you look like the first person I ever fucked, all right? Every now and again I look at you and think of it and get hard, okay? And since I met you sometimes I dream I'm having my cock sucked and it's you! So I tried to treat you like you were a pest and kept you at arm's length and snarled at you so maybe you'd stay away from me, but you kept trying to be my friend instead. You keep after me and I look into those dark, liquid eyes of yours and I can't find it in me heart to push you away. But I've got a woman, dammit. I've got a child by her."

He let Julian's wrist go and winced at how white it was thanks to how tight he'd been holding it. He watched it slowly darken again and his voice got disgusted, but not at Julian. At himself. "And I still find ye...attractive. I still dream of ye, now more than ever thanks to Keiko being so damn far away and not getting any again and havin' to see ye every bloody day... and well, ye wanted the truth, there it is. Do what ye like with it. Ye'll probably never want to be near me again."

He waited now, hoping Julian would either hit him or else stalk off in silent disgust. Instead, that same hand he'd been holding slid to his chest, then moved down his body. He looked up to find Bashir looking at him intently, no expression in those dark, liquid eyes. Then he knelt before O'Brien and slipped his hard cock into that expressive, beautiful mouth and fire began to race through Miles' veins and rush to the head of his throbbing, over- excited cock. One of those warm slender hands gripped the base of his cock and the other slipped to his balls, behind them, gently teased his anus.

Before he could even realize it was happening, he threw his head back and grit his teeth, groaning heavily as his thick, hot cream poured down Julian's throat. O'Brien nearly wept as he felt a hot, avid tongue lave the head of his still-seeping cock, slipping over and over the dimple in the tip, that warm slender hand rubbing his heavy balls, both working to bring out the last few trickles of his slippery cum.

Gods, Keiko had never done this the way he wanted! And when she *did* do it, he could tell it was only to please him, not because she liked it. So he rarely asked her for it. But this... it was obvious Bashir had done this before and not just once or twice as a kid like most guys he knew. It was obvious he *liked* it.

When Julian was done, he wiped Miles' still slightly swollen cock with the wet briefs, then kept rubbing him down without a word. When he finished drying the chief, he stood and handed him a fresh uniform. Again without a word, O'Brien took the clothes and began slipping them on. Then he stepped out of the cave, leaving Bashir checking the still unconscious Jadzia, his expression the same, as if nothing had happened.

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end of part one
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Bashir drifted in an odd dream. He was on a sinking raft and part of him was cold and wet and the other part was dry and warm. He jerked awake to realize that he had moved his blanket off and the side close to the fire was warm, but the rest of him was cold.

He swore and pushed off the blanket. He smiled a little at Nog who was keeping watch on the other side of the fire. There were two officer's watching the outside of the cave, too. Julian sighed, noticed Garak and the Captain were sound asleep, but another bundle of blankets was unslept in. He looked to Dax who was also sleeping. He checked her condition, then went outside.

The two officers nodded at him and he smiled and headed off to find a place to relieve himself. As he made his way around the other side of the cave, he ran into O'Brien. The burly Irishman jumped.

"Oh! It's you."

"Yes, I was just...going to find a place to urinate."

"There's a nice bush over that way. But be careful with yer footing."

"I'll do that." Bashir touched his arm. "Thank you, chief."

The engineer stiffened and Julian dropped his hand. "For heaven's sake, chief, I'm just thanking you. I wasn't going to... well, do what I did earlier."

O'Brien nodded, but didn't answer right away. When he did, his voice was low. "About what happened earlier, Julian--"

"Don't worry. As far as I'm concerned it never happened and will never happen again." Julian smiled.

"And what if I want it to?"

Julian's smile faded. "Chief?"

"Ye heard me." O'Brien straightened a little and swallowed. "What ye did... do ye know that's the first time I've had sex in almost a year now, thanks to this bloody war?"

Bashir frowned. "Well, *all* of us have been a bit... deprived in that department, chief."

"Well, I know I'm an older man, but I still get hard almost every day, ye know? When Keiko is around I...well, we fuck almost every night. My cock doesn't care she's not here. It stiffens up just thinking of sex. And I hate havin' to...to take meself in hand like a boy."

"Why don't you rub yourself into a pillow?" Julian asked.

"What?"

"There *are* different ways to masturbate you know. I find I come too quickly if I use my hands myself. So I, well, hump a pillow. Simulates a partner if you close your eyes and it feels wonderful when you finally do let go. Sliding yourself along all that slippery--"

"Julian!"

Bashir jumped, then smiled. "Turning you on, eh, chief?"

O'Brien reddened, although he knew Bashir couldn't see it in the dark. "It's just...ye've never talked like this. Well, except when yer drunk sometimes."

"I like sex as much as the next man, chief. And it's a physical need, that's why we have wet dreams. To relieve the excess pressure. Our bodies don't give a damn if we have someone to have sex with or don't. Our testicles and prostate keep making sperm and semen every day we're alive. And even those men who have to have one or the other removed *still* feel desire. It's part and parcel of what we are, what makes us human. Anyway, masturbation is normal and a wonderful thing. Not something shameful. I feel sorry for men and even women like you that can't allow themselves to relieve their sexual tension. And to answer your question, Chief, I'd love to fuck you."

"What?"

"Or have you fuck me. Whichever. I'm not choosy. I like sex in any way. Do you know that thanks to my yoga exercises I can even suck myself off?"

"Julian!"

"Oh, for heaven's sake, don't be an old ninny." Bashir shook his head and then stepped up and hugged the burly human.

Before Miles could figure out what was going on, he felt that warm, wet mouth fix itself to his lower neck and begin sucking, a slender hand fix itself to his crotch and begin rubbing, and a *very* hot, hard throbbing cock press into his hip and begin pushing gently into it, over and over, in the same rhythm of his sucking.

"Gods, Julian."

Bashir said nothing, merely grasping the tip of the still-soft, but now throbbing cock he could feel through O'Brien's Starfleet pants. Soon he could feel a slight lump and a small spot of wetness. Then he pulled back.

"All right. Let's not come in our trousers. We're in no place for a gentlemanly Bostonian fuck." Julian took O'Brien's hand in his and led him further from the cave.

"Bostonian?" Miles didn't argue, just followed.

"That's how the Starfleet underclassmen referred to the male-to- male fully dressed, pressing cocks together, kissing and necking and coming in your briefs fuck, usually into a tissue wrapped around the tip of their cock beforehand which could then be used to wipe away any excess cum and thrown away. Very gentlemanly."

With his excellent vision in the dark, he found them a little spot among some rocks, sheltered from the wind. He began removing his trousers, then thought better of it. "Keep your trousers on, just lower them."

"What?" O'Brien was still shocked by all that had happened.

"I said," Bashir turned, pants around his knees, his own already fully erect cock sticking out in front of him. "Lower your trousers. Or just let me open them." He did and then he gently pulled O'Brien's half-hard cock out and carressed it before turning away from the stunned engineer and leaning on his elbows against a rock. He was almost panting with need. "Come on then. I'm close and it's cold. I want to feel that hot, fat cock of yours inside me, Miles." He wiggled his tight, softly hairy butt.

That was enough. Miles felt himself stiffen to full erection. He stepped behind Julian then. He didn't slip in yet, though. He leaned forward and put his arms around Bashir, warming him, rubbing his cock between his ass cheeks.

"That feels nice, Miles. But it's not what I want."

"Shut up, would ye?" O'Brien muttered, amused. "'sides, Julian...I've got nothing to lubricate ye with. Maybe we could just...rub each other off."

"Oh, we will, Miles, we will. But not this time. I want you inside me and I want you in me now. No excuses. You should be slippery enough, but just in case... let me." Julian leaned on one arm, spat on his fingers and reached behind him. He smoothed it along his opening. "Come on then, I'm about to burst."

Just the thought of this and the sound of Julian's thick tight voice and Miles stepped up and slipped his drooling cockhead in. To his surprise his fat mushroomed cockhead just plopped in past the tight ring. The rest of him slid in just as easily and soon he was balls-deep, pressed in close, smelling Julian's dark warm hair and feeling him tremble.

"Och, ye poor thing. 'tis bloody cold." He steadied himself, then reached a big hand around and found Julian's straining prick. To his surprise it was about as long as his own, but it wasn't as fat. But the feeling of it! The extra skin made it glide in his warm hand as he began to thrust into Julian's incredibly firm ass.

He groaned with pleasure as the slender body beneath him pushed back, taking him all in, squeezing around his hard straining prick, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Too long.

Julian clenched his cheeks as tightly as he could on that wonderful invader that was making his head swim and his vision sparkle. The wonderful flared rim of Miles' cockhead kept rubbing his prostate and making him gasp and moan. Miles' hand kept tightening around his own slender cock with a pulling motion that was bringing him closer and closer and closer...

Both men cried out as they exploded, hot bursts of cum splattering on the rock Bashir was leaning against, O'Brien groaned and groaned as his own cock spurt deep inside his lover, feeling himself empty, then soften. After a moment, he slipped from Bashir's warm, puckered ass. Then he stood swaying, sighed deeply with satisfaction for the first time in over a year.

"Damn. It's been too bloody long."

"Agreed." Julian pulled his trouser's up, but didn't close them. He turned to O'Brien who was slowly doing the same. "And now I'm going to enjoy this."

He took himself in hand and aimed toward a small depression in the rocks. Soon a hot stream of urine steamed from the rocks. Bashir sighed and shrugged his shoulders, stretching and enjoying his lengthy piss. O'Brien soon joined him, the two streams splattering the rocks.

"Och, that feels prime."

"It feels *wonderful*." Julian agreed as his stream died down and he gently shook off his soft, slender cock and tucked it away.

"*You* felt wonderful, Julian." Miles said, his voice low as he finished up, too, and finished dressing.

"Just wait 'til I fuck you, Miles, old boy." Julian said, his own voice low and mysterious. He smiled and began walking away from their spot and back toward the cave.

As O'Brien watched his new lover stride confidently away, he smiled. Then, with his own not-enhanced vision focused on Julian's slim hips and incredible butt, he stumbled after him in the dark. But he smiled as he called out. "I'm looking forward to it, me boyo."

THE END

Kind words, and all groans and moans can be directed to: the Camster

"You want me to play with you, do you, Chief?" Julian to Miles (Statistical Probabilities)