Title: Kisses For Tim 3

Author: JaimeBlue

Fandom: seaQuest, of course :)

Season: 1st

Series/Sequel: Well, this story is neither, but it does have 3 possible endings - all of which will be posted separately tomorrow ;p

Pairing: Tim/Surprise

Disclaimer: The characters and all the stuff from the show don't belong to me. The poem, however, DOES belong to me, since I wrote it ;p

Summary: On Valentine's Day, Tim finds a special gift in his room which leads him on a little trek through the ship.

Author's note: This is written purely for fun's sake all. Enjoy! And don't die of curiosity waiting for the 3 possible endings (oh, I watched Clue one too many time - ‘I told you it was Minya in the bedroom with the knife!')



KISSES FOR TIM 3
by JaimeBlue
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Tim held back a yawn as he left the bridge after his shift. He smiled kindly to the various crewmembers he passed in the halls, all of which were rushing to be ready by the time seaQuest docked in the Cape Quest harbour. It wasn't often the crew got some shore leave, especially on ‘holidays', and everyone was more than ready to take advantage of it. Everyone but Tim.

Tim had never been a big fan of this particular holiday. It wasn't that he didn't like all the romance and mushiness the holiday tended to bring out in everybody, but he always felt like an outsider, content to live his more-or-less solitary life while everybody else looked for love in all places, right and wrong.

Well, he thought, at least I can take solace in the fact that it was named after a saint.

Once he'd entered his quarters, he quickly shut the door against the noise of people rushing to and fro through the halls. He sighed, then stood looking around his room. He had no idea how he was going to spend his time off.

As he mentally ran through the many languages he knew, trying to figure out which ones needed the most brushing up, his eye caught on a tiny flash of silver on his desk. He took several steps forward until he could see what was there, and couldn't keep the smile from his face. He reached out to pluck the object by the tiny ribbon that hung from its peak, then brought it up to his nose, inhaling deeply.

He'd always known Hershey's Kisses were his undoing.

As he unwrapped the tiny chocolate bud, he looked down at the spot where the Kiss had sat to see a small note. He popped the chocolate into his mouth, closing his eyes in ecstacy at the taste of his greatest vice, then finally reached down to open the note.

***There are more fish like me in the seaQuest. But eat too many, and you might get sick.***

Tim chuckled to himself. Somebody sure had a weird sense of humour, which pretty much described most of his friends. If one of them were playing games with him, he wasn't sure if he wanted to play along. However, if there were more Kisses on the boat...

His vice won out. Reading the note as the clue it was, he left his quarters to head for Medbay. When he entered, he saw Miguel and Dr. Westphalen talking softly to each other, heads bowed down conspiratorially. After several moments, Tim coughed, causing the two individuals to whip their heads up. Tim couldn't help but notice the blush that crept up Miguel's neck.

"Am I interrupting anything?"

"Mr. O'Neill," the Doctor said, "is there anything I can help you with?"

"I don't think so, Doctor. Mig, I should have known it was you."

"What are you talking about, Tim?" The Cuban looked genuinely confused, but Tim dismissed it. His best friend could be quite the actor when he set his mind to it.

"I'm talking about the Kiss and the note. I should have known I'd find you here."

The Doctor looked at Miguel with raised eyebrows as the man raised his hands as if to defend himself from an assault. "Hey, I don't know anything about any kisses, at least not with Tim."

"Give it up, Mig. You know I'm talking about the chocolate you left in my room."

The hands lowered and Miguel shrugged. "I didn't leave anything in your room, Tim. I just stopped here to talk to the Doc before my leave."

This time, Tim believed the slightly confused and embarassed look on his friend's face, briefly wondering what *had* brought his friend to Medbay. As he wondered who else could have snuck into his room, his thoughts were broken by the entrance of Dr. Levin.

"Doctor, here's the medicine you asked for..."

"Thank you, Doctor." As she tried to hide her smile, she turned her eyes back to Tim. "Now, Mr. O'Neill, why would you think someone from Medbay would have sent you a chocolate?"

"Well, the note that came with it hinted that I'd find something here."

"It's funny you mention that," Dr. Levin broke in. "An hour ago or so, I entered the examination room next door and there was a chocolate in there with a note."

"Is it still there?" Tim asked.

"I didn't move it, so it must be."

Tim resisted the urge to run. Okay, he thought, maybe this is just a little fun. At least it's an adventure. He entered the room and immediately spotted the Kiss. This time, he placed the chocolate in his pocket and opened up the note.

***I'm shot through the heart, and you're to blame. You blow me right out of the water.***

With a grin on his face, Tim set out into the lower bowels of the ship. He finally reached the torpedo room to find it manned only by Chief Crocker. Tim didn't even allow the thought that the Chief might be behind this little game to enter his head.

"Good day, Lieutenant. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Perhaps. Have you seen anything different in the last hour or so?"

"You mean other than a bridge officer showing up in the torpedo room out of the blue?"

Tim blushed. "Yeah. I'm, uh, looking for a, uh, note... and a chocmmmm," he mumbled.

"Ah, so you're the one. I'm glad it's not me on this little chase of yours."

"You mean, you know who's been leaving me these notes?"

"I might, or maybe I just know the middle man. Either way, I'm sworn to secrecy... but the next note is in that tube over there."

Tim turned to where the Chief pointed him and pulled open the door to the torpedo tube. There, once again, was a Kiss and a note. Palming the chocolate, he opened up the note.

***You make me so hot, I have to take a dip to cool off.***

The Moonpool, he thought. With a parting nod to the Chief, he headed up to the seadeck. He had to admit to himself that he was really enjoying this. Sure, the clues were pretty easy, but they were still fun to figure out.

As he neared the moonpool, he couldn't help but be surprised at who he found in the room. Commanders Ford and Hitchcock weren't exactly known for spending time down there, yet there they were... taking inventory. He should have known neither of them would actually take time off when they could be doing something ‘useful'.

"Tim play!"

Smiling, Tim retrieved the vocoder so he could speak with his friend. "Not right now, Darwin. I'm kind of looking for something right now."

"Tim find shiny thing."

"Yeah, at least I'm trying."

"Darwin find."

The dolphin dove under the water, only to come up with a small waterproof bag hanging from between his teeth. Tim took the bag from his friend, rubbing the animal's nose in thanks.

"Thank you Darwin."

"Tim like?"

"Yeah, Darwin. I like a lot."

Tim put down the vocoder so he could open the bag. Once again pocketing the chocolate Kiss, he opened up the note, longer than the others.

***Thank you for this wondrous world you've somehow given me, And thank you for the mysteries you try to help me see. Thank you for the love you give that keeps me warm at night, And thank you for the dreams you're in that stay with me 'till light. Thank you for the moon and stars that shine bright in the sky, And thank you for the look you give when looking in my eyes. Thank you for your gentle touch that lingers night and day, And thank you for the loving kiss I love in every way. Thank you for the lessons that your heart is teaching mine, And thank you for the memories that'll last throughout all time. Thank you for the way that you can always make me feel, And finally thank you for the fact that you're completely real.

The easy part is over. Catch me if you can.***

Tim frowned. Was that it? And how on earth was he supposed to figure out who had led him on this wild goose chase?

Still clutching the note, Tim headed off to his quarters to sulk...


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Tim could hardly stand still. Not knowing who had been behind the little ship-wide hunt was making him restless. He went to the mess for a late supper, but he still couldn't take his mind off the notes.

His mind was full of possible suspects, yet for every one of them he found a reason why they couldn't or wouldn't have pulled it off, whether it be Ben's hot date or Lucas' plans with Doctor Westphalen. Something in the back of his mind kept telling him there was somebody he was leaving off his list, but he simply couldn't figure out who it could be.

Tim finished off the last of the chocolates before he slid into bed. Thoughts of his day kept him awake for a while, but eventually, sleep took hold of him.

The next morning, he woke as usual and suited up in his uniform. Since he'd decided not to take advantage of the holiday the crew had been offered, he'd volunteered to be part of the skeleton crew that would man the bridge while the rest of the crew was away.

Walking onto the bridge, Tim expected to see an ensign or two sharing his shift. However, he was surprised to find the Captain on the bridge alone, sitting in the center seat.

"Hello, Sir," Tim said, nodding to Bridger as he moved to his station. He settled into his seat, reaching over the console for his headpiece, only to freeze in place. There, sitting next to the earpiece, was another chocolate Kiss.

"Is there something wrong, Lieutenant?" the Captain asked from behind him, much closer than he'd been only moments before.

Tim could feel his heart pounding in his throat, all of a sudden realizing that it was Bridger whom he'd forgotten to place on his list of suspects. But the Captain couldn't, wouldn't have... Would he? All of a sudden, everything made sense: Crocker's silence, Darwin's participation...

Tim carefully picked up the foil-wrapped chocolate. He felt Bridger lay a hand on the back of his seat, as he'd done so many times before, and lean over Tim's shoulder.

Tim didn't know what to say, what to do. Not in his wildest dreams had he even allowed himself to believe the Captain might be interested in him. He slowly turned his head so that he and Nathan were face-to-face.

Nathan reached over and plucked the chocolate from Tim's hands. He slowly unwrapped it, then held it between his thumb and two fingers. "Tim, if you like, you can forget this ever showed up here. No pressure, no obligations."

Tim kept glancing from Nathan's face to the chocolate, then back. For the first time, he could see traces of uncertainty in the Captain's eyes, and realized that it was there because of him.

Taking a shuddering breath to calm his nerves, Tim brought a hand up to the one that held the chocolate. He grabbed onto the wrist, his thumb pressed against the pulse that quickened instantly, and brought the hand to his face. He pressed his lips against the fingertips, using his tongue to retrieve the chocolate and lick away any remaining traces.

Tim could feel Nathan's breath against his cheek, growing deeper as he continued to lave the already-clean fingertips, moving his lips down to eventually lay a kiss in the palm. He felt Nathan moving his other hand to cradle Tim's neck, the fingers moving in a gentle massage.

Tim raised his eyes to meet Nathan's, only to have his vision blocked as the man moved in to capture his lips. Tim's lips parted, allowing the greedy tongue access to his mouth. He felt Nathan's body shift, and within moments Tim was being straddled, his body pressed back into his seat. He wrapped his arms around Nathan's waist, pulling the other man closer until their hips came together, wringing groans out of both men.

"Are you sure about this, Tim?" Nathan whispered into his ear.

"Never more sure of anything in my life, Nathan," Tim said, running his hands along the strong thighs that held him down.

"Say my name again," the older man said, moving his lips to suck and nibble along Tim's long neck, causing the man to gasp.

"Oh, yes Nathan."

Tim pulled down the zipper of Nathan's uniform, running his hands along the turtleneck underneath, all of a sudden desperate to feel as much skin against him as possible. Nathan pulled away from the younger man's neck to allow him to pull the shirt off, then attacked the other side as Tim ran his hands over the muscles in Nathan's back.

Tim pushed Nathan back and off his legs so that the man was standing over him. He quickly rid Nathan of the last of his uniform, then ran his fingers along the hard cock that now swung before his face. He ran a teasing tongue along the shaft, rejoicing in the gasps and groans the simple movement provoked. An image formed in Tim's mind and he felt his cock harden at the possibly embarrassing scenario.

"Umm, Nathan, what if somebody walks in here..."

The man looked down from where he stood, panting and arms braced against the communications console. "You're thinking of that *now*?" He laughed at the sheepish look on Tim's face. "Don't worry. I've arranged to have everyone *not* on holiday to be busy."

Grinning, Tim surprised Nathan by opening his mouth wide and taking in the man's cock, running his tongue along the flesh as he gently suckled the head.

"Oh, Tim," Nathan moaned. All of a sudden, he wrapped a hand in Tim's hair and pulled the man away from his cock. "Stop. I don't think I can hold out much longer."

Tim nodded. Unable to take his hands off of Nathan's naked body, his fingers continually ran along the lightly haired stomach and thighs.

"Tim," Nathan rasped, "you know you're wearing far too many clothes, don't you?"

Tim rose onto his feet and moved his hands to the closure of his uniform, only to have them brushed away by Nathan. Little by little, his clothing disappeared, replaced only by the lingering kisses left in their place. Once he was as naked as Nathan, Tim pulled the man in for another kiss, their skin pressed tightly against one another. Tim felt a pair of hands rest on his ass, kneading his cheeks as their tongues mated. He jumped when he felt a finger slide between the mounds to brush against the opening to his body, but was soothed by more of Nathan's kisses.

"Oh God, Nathan, I need you so much."

"Will you let me love you, Tim?" the husky voice asked. Tim only nodded. "Wait right here."

Tim waited impatiently as Nathan walked back to the center seat, picked up something from a small bag behind the chair, then rushed back to Tim's side. Tim's eyebrows rose in a silent question.

"Hey, I said I'd arranged for *everybody* to be busy, including you and I, Tim."

The two men grinned at each other for several moments until Nathan placed his hands on Tim's waist, turning him around so that he was facing his console. He instinctively reached out, bracing himself on the edge. He shivered when he felt a slippery finger slide around his ass, slipping between the cheeks and finally into him. Soon another finger pushed into him, moving, stretching, eventually joined by a third, filling him. As the fingers moved in and out, Tim began moving with them, needing to be filled. He whimpered as they left him.

Nathan ran a hand reassuringly up Tim's side, positioning his cock with the other. He slowly pushed into the willing man, losing himself in the feel of pulsing flesh around him. As the muscles relaxed little by little, he pushed in a little more until he was finally fully sheathed inside Tim.

Both men let out a loud groan. After a several moments, Nathan began slowly pulling out, then thrusting back in. It wasn't long before the two men were pushing into each other, panting and writhing where they stood. Nathan reached around Tim's waist, wrapping his hand around the straining cock and moving in time with his thrusts. In less than a minute, Tim was cumming all over Nathan's hand, his ass pulsing around the cock thrusting inside him. Moments later, Nathan followed.

Weak-kneed, Nathan pulled out of Tim and fell back into the seat of the communications station. He wasn't surprised when an equally weak Tim fell into his lap, wrapping his arms around the older man's waist. He lay a kiss on Tim's temple.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tim."

Tim's chin rose so he could press a soft kiss on Nathan's lips. "Happy Valentine's Day."

The two men sat that way in silence until Tim let out a low unhappy moan.

"What's wrong Tim?"

"Just thinking that, either I'm going to have to clean up that console, or think up a damn good excuse..."

Nathan just laughed, wrapping his arms tightly around the man in his arms.



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