Man Enough For Me
From: camster@rock.com (CamBurn)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica
Subject: NEW: Man Enough For Me (m/m - G/B)
Date: 24 Jan 1997 08:42:41 GMT
Man Enough For Me by Cameron Burnell
Rated R - Garak/Bashir, nice consensual m/m sex
Summary: A G/B campsite tickle & grope...need I say more?! :-)))
Jan and June inspired me with their yummy C/P midnight raid... thank you,
ladies, for your kind words. And my love to Siubhan who so kindly allowed
me the use of her words for a new sig! :-)
Cameron B.
"Once you've been greased with leola, you'll never go back."
'Hands On', by Siubhan
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Written by Cameron Burnell and all rights are reserved.
This story belongs to me, but I've nicely borrowed from Paramount's lovely
selection of wicked and wonderful boy toys, but I made sure to put them
back on the boring little shelf Paramount has them on when I was done and
cleaned up my room so I don't want to hear from 'em about this story. If
they did stories like this from time to time, then all of us wouldn't have
to write them now would we? ;-))
Man Enough For Me
by Cameron B.
"Are you sure this is what we should be doing, doctor?"
"Well, what would you suggest, Garak?"
"The runabout is in ruins, as are both our plans."
"I got off the emergency message. We're in Federation space. Someone
will hear it and come rescue us. It might take an hour, it might take
days, but we have some shelter, it's warm here and we have rations enough
to last for a month. I'll worry in a month. For now...ooph! I'll try to
relax and ignore the throbbing in my hurt knee."
"But the medical conference will go on without you."
"Of course."
"But your lecture...it won't be heard now. What a pity."
"What's one less boring lecture at a medical conference?"
"You say that, but I know you really wanted to attend. Of course, I
cannot speak with the same enthusiasm..."
"I told you that you wouldn't have to come, Garak. It was your idea to
come along."
"Well, I was hoping for a nice vacation, not a crashlanding on some dusty
moon."
"Ha! You just wanted to hear what I would say about you."
"Well, it *is* my brain you were going to talk about."
"No, I was going to talk about the effects of cortical stimulation devices
on the Cardassian neural system."
"And I gave you my full permission. After all, I know how acclaimed the
paper you wrote on it was."
{pause} "How is your head, Garak? No headache?"
"Just a mild one, doctor. I'm sure I'll be just fine. And your knee?
How is that?"
"Well, I won't be playing tennis anytime soon."
"It looks rather...painful, is all."
"So does the bruise on your forehead."
"I've had worse."
"Yes, well, you're lucky not to have a concussion."
"Yes, fortunately the tricorder survived the crash."
"But my medical kit was shattered. I could at least have run a
regenerator over my knee, remove the worst of the swelling."
"Pity. Perhaps you should elevate it?"
"Good idea. ...mmph!"
"Allow me."
{pause}
"Oh...that feels much better."
"It should help the swelling go down as well."
"And just how is it you know so much about this, Garak?"
"Well...things happen in ones life. I have always believed in gaining
from every experience."
"And I suppose you're going to tell me you've crashlanded before and had
to practice primitive medical aid?"
"Perhaps. Enough to know that you should elevate your leg."
"And what about your forehead. What are you planning on doing about
that?"
"Well, avoiding arguing with a frustrated, grumpy doctor would be first on
my list, so I'd say, getting some rations from the runabout."
{grumping} "I'm *not* grumpy..."
{long pause}
"Here you go, doctor, a nice nutritious Federation ration packet."
"Aren't you eating?"
"I had that bowl of stew before we crashed."
"Oh, yes. While I was piloting."
"Now, now...I did offer to pilot for a while."
"And I told you quite clearly the runabout was checked out to me and
therefore you couldn't pilot."
"And so I ate instead." {pause} "I've never seen you so out of sorts and
grumpy. Are you sure you're not more seriously injured?"
"I'm fine...it's just..."
"Just what?"
"Well...I have to...relieve myself."
"Why didn't you say so? Come on, put down that dreadful ration cube and
let me help you up."
"I feel so...ooph! So silly."
"Nonsense. Now...where would you like to...?"
"By that tree I think. I can hold on to it."
"Imminently sensible." [manuevers] {long pause} "And here we are. Is
your stance secure?"
"As secure as a one-legged man can be."
"Well, I'll be over there. Call me and I'll help you back."
"Fine."
{pause}
[rustle...]
{muttering}
[CRASH!] "Dammit!"
"Are you all right?!"
"Fine."
"What happened?"
"This...damned uniform. I need both hands to get it open."
{pause} "Perhaps I'd better help."
"Just stand me up again. I'll manage somehow."
"More likely you'll break your leg."
"No, really...ooph! I'll be all right. I think."
"Honestly, doctor, let me help."
"Well..."
"Pretend it's a fitting in my shop. I'm just...checking the fit...need to
open this...easing it down so I can see if it will be comfortable and
workable for my customer. There."
{pause} "Thank you, Garak. I can get it from here."
"Don't mention it. I'll be right over here, just call me when
you're...done."
{long pause}
[rustle]
{muttering}
[more rustling]
{longer pause}
[sound of tinkling]
{relieved sigh} "Uh...I'm finished, Garak."
"Alright, doctor...oh..."
{embarrassed pause} "I couldn't hold both them and me up. They fell
down."
{small pause} "Yes, well...I can see how that could happen."
"Garak...please just help me here."
"Of course, sir, right away. Anything the customer wants. Might
I...might I take a moment to express my *sincere* compliments on your
marvelous physique, sir?"
"Cute, Garak, just...pull up my pants if you would."
"Of course, sir...anything the customer wants."
{pause} "...Garak."
"Really, Julian, this is quite splendid. Has no one ever mentioned it?"
"Once or twice, look...just pull up my pants."
{softly} "Of course...as soon as I've made sure this material will be
suitable for you."
"Suitable? Garak...? I really don't think we..." [gentle carress]
{indrawn breath} "...Garak."
[stroke, rub, carress] {indrawn breath} "Oh...Garak..."
"It will only take a moment to ensure the suit fits...when the material is
being...stressed."
"Garak..." [more rubbing]
"Oh, dear, that will *never* do." {Gasp} "The uniform will never fit
over *that*."
"...Garak." [gentle rubbing] {heavy gasps}
"Well, since we only have one suit, I'll just have to improvise a bit."
[firm rubbing] {rapid heavy breathing} "Bring this...swelling down a
bit."
[gentle lick] {shocked gasp} "Take better hold of that tree, my dear
Julian. Unless you'd prefer to lay down?" [a longer lick]
"Aah!"
"Perhaps you should." [tricky manuevers] "There...much better! And so
impressive. A veritable tower of masculinity."
"Garak...I think--" [carress, gentle lick] "Ah...I think..."
[licking, sucking, gentle slurping sucking] "I...I..." {gasping breaths}
"......" [more sucking] "Dear sweet heaven..." [more urgent sucking]
"...Garak!" [faster, urgent sucking] "AAHHHH!!"
{pause} "Ooh..."
"There. All that swelling is going down now. And...let me...yes...just
lift your good side, my dear Julian." {moan} [cautious maneuvers] "And
these trousers might fit again." [more cautious manuevers] "Just as I
thought. I can close up the uniform now."
"Garak..."
"Ah, but now I've eaten and you haven't. So thoughtless of me. Let me
bring you the rations."
"Garak, wait." {pause} "Come here." {a beat} "Please."
"What do you want, Julian?"
"It occurs to me that...I'd really rather not have a stale ration cube
when I could have something a bit...tastier."
{surprised} [shuffle] "Really?" [closer] "Like what?"
"Something...creamier." [carress]
"Ah..." [firmer carress]
"My...I feel some inflammation here, Garak. You should really let me take
a look at it."
"Yes...it began swelling a few moments ago."
"A sympathetic reaction you think?"
"Perhaps."
"Let me see it, maybe I can help." [rustling] "My...that does look
painful."
"Merely...uncomfortable."
"And quite appealing." [small lick]
"Oh!"
"And reactive. I'll have to...use great care." [more soft licking]
"Oh, Julian...!"
"It's a lovely color...so heavy and dark." [firm carressing]
"It...gets this way a *lot* lately, doctor."
"Really?" [gentle licking] "I'll have to check on you then." [soft
sucking] "Tell me...when does this happen?"
"Only...oh! Only after I...I..." [firmer sucking] {heavy breathing}
"...oh, Julian!"
"I guess...I'll check on you...from time to time...from now on." [serious
sucking]
"Oh...!"
{panting}
[light nibbles] "Julian!"
{murmur}
[more sucking]
{gasping}
[faster sucking] "AAHHHH!!"
{small pause} "There we go...I think that nasty inflammation is going
down."
"...oh, Julian."
{new voice} "Excuse me."
{surprised yelps} [rapid rustle of clothing]
"Uh...Data? Is that you?"
"Yes, doctor. Pleased to see you again. We received your distress call
and I was sent to investigate. The rest of thr landing party is beyond
that ridge, but I thought I heard noise over here. I am pleased to see I
have discovered you."
"Oh, well...quite pleased to be found, Commander."
"I see you require medical assistance."
"Yes, well...I was just...administering some to my friend, Garak, here."
"Really? It appeared to me that you were fon--"
"No, I'm sure it looked rather odd, but really. I was just checking on
some, er, genital swelling he suffered after the crash."
{small pause} [shuffle] "Yes, indeed, Commander, it was most
excruciating."
"Oh, well, in that case I'll have you both beamed to Sickbay."
"That would be appreciated, Data."
"Enterprise, lock on the two lifeforms five meters in front of me and beam
them directly to Sickbay."
"Stand-by."
{softly} "That was...quick thinking, Julian."
{just as softly} "I have discovered I'm best under pressure."
{murmur} "Really? I've discovered you're best under trees."
{sudden burst of hysterical choking}
"Doctor? Are you allright?"
[nodding, waving] "Fine...just fine." {coughing} {softly} "Garak,
you're incorrigible."
"Ready to beam up, Commander."
"Energize."
{as transporter beam takes hold} "You may *incorrige* me at any time, my
dear Julian...any time."
THE END
There you go! A nice little heavy-breather for all my fellow Garak fans.
Now honestly, don't the boys look much happier now? :-))
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