TALK DIRTY TO ME
By Rickey
RATING: NC-17 M/M
SEQUEL: LAST THOUGHT
PAIRING: Tim/Brody
DISCLAIMER: Standard not for profit fan fiction disclaimers apply.
ARCHIVE: OK
TALK DIRTY TO ME
By Rickey
Five weeks had passed since Timothy O'Neill and James Brody shared a first kiss. Their clandestine affair quickly became a deepening relationship. They looked to each other for comfort and understanding at the end of long shifts aboard Seaquest. Tim was habitually concerned while Brody exuded confidence in their secret and its validity.
Once during breakfast, Tony and Lucas were gossiping about Commander Ford and Henderson's involvement. Tony remarked that the two had woken up in a hotel room together after Hyperion. Tim panicked at the connection which might be coming. Lucas casually turned to O'Neill and Brody and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Hey didn't you two wake up together?"
Brody answered with his typical macho charisma, "Yea, but it was a topless go-go bar."
Piccolo and Lucas laughed as the blood returned to Tim's head. Little did they know that two other bridge officers were indeed having an affair.
Throughout the budding of their intimacy, Jim had been the assertive one. Perhaps it was more from his experience than his actual personality. While Jim was a man of action, Tim was more thoughtful and self analyzing. He constantly evaluated and reevaluated their feelings and situation. Tim gave far more thought and consideration than Jim to beyond the physical attraction between them. With time, O'Neill had the capacity to be the far more dominant partner emotionally given his more complicated needs and contemplative nature.
Still despite all his reflection, Tim still was hesitant in their physical encounters. He remained passive for the first three weeks before he finally gave Brody oral sex. Jim was convinced that the wait had been well worth it. He found Tim to be an enthusiastic and attentive partner.
For the past week, O'Neill and Brody had been on opposite shifts. Tim found himself longing for Brody's affections and his company. He pondered just how much Jim had been thinking about him and how close that they had bonded in camaraderie as well as affection. It felt as though he could confess anything to Jim.
Tim was feeling a little guilty about Jim always being the one to initiate sex. It was amazing how desirable that Jim always made him feel. Starting tomorrow night, they both had twenty-four hours off before Brody would be back on day shift with him.
Determined to do a little more giving, Tim devised a surprise for Jim in his horny little mind. He wanted to try to meet Brody's sturdy masculine expectations that a man should take control. For starters, Tim sent an encrypted message to Jim's quarters from the bridge.
MY PLACE - 1900 HRS. JUST BRING YOURSELF; YOU'RE IN GOOD HANDS.
After his shift, Tim swung by hydroponics to pick up some strawberries and grapes on his way back to his quarters.
Jim awoke around 5 PM to find Tim's message waiting for him. "Well, well, well, Lieutenant," Brody chirped to himself, "I take it you've missed me." Brody had always felt that their relationship was tenuous at best. To him, Tim seemed to be nervous and on the edge about the whole thing. He figured that Tim's long lost faith would return in spades someday. Brody had no idea of Tim's new found strengths and his evolving feelings. Brody was unaware that the new love in his life was in fact, in love back.
This was the first time that O'Neill had ever requested his presence. Brody could not keep himself from smiling as he shaved and showered. He donned jeans and a "Property of US Navy" T-shirt. Both were purposefully too small so that his muscles bulged through.
When he showed up for his date, poor Tim couldn't help but just stare at his lover's tightly defined body.
"Nice to see you too?" Jim smirked knowing that he had achieved the intended effect.
"You look . . . really good."
"You too." Jim moved closer invading Tim's personal space.
Tim shuddered at the proximity, but quickly shook his head. "No, no, no, I'm calling the shots tonight." After a strange pause to gather his courage, Tim whispered into Brody's ear, "I've been dying to fuck you all week long."
Jim was startled and excited by Tim's aggressive declaration, "Oh really Lieutenant?" he teased smugly.
With a steady cunning voice Tim answered, "Don't pull no fucking UEO rank on me here, Jim. The uniforms are off. It's just you and me."
Tim, who almost never swore, had use the word 'fuck' twice in a row; this was fascinating to Brody. "OK, OK, I'm property of Timothy O'Neill." Jim promptly lifted his Navy T over his head and displayed his firm pecs and abs.
"That you are," Tim concurred as he took Jim's shirt from his hands and admired the body before him.
Dropping the shirt to the floor, Tim took Brody's hands and led him to the bed. Gently, he pushed his guest backwards and climbed on top of him pinning his arms down at his ears. Leaning forward he met Jim's lips with a harsh and powerful kiss. Brody tested Tim's restraint to find that he meant business. Tim was much stronger than he looked and had a position of leverage over him. The feeling of the futile struggle to break loose drove his erection higher. He had often fantasized of Tim taking charge in the bedroom and now his desire was coming to fruition. In disbelief, Jim decided to there was nothing to do but sit back and enjoy the ride.
With a tiger-like growl, Tim tongued the soft ear beneath him and licked down the length of Jim's neck. He licked and sucked his way back to succulent lips and ground his crotch against Jim's crotch. Coming up for air, Tim softly ordered, "Now don't move, I have a surprise for you."
Jim stared wide eyed and nodded affirmative. O'Neill walked over to his desk and grabbed the bowl of strawberries and grapes. Showing a large red berry to Jim, he sat next to him on the bed. In great anticipation, Jim sat up. Tim placed the berry against Jim's lips and traced around them before slipping the fruit into his mouth. Jim bit half of it off and chewed as red juice dripped down his chin. Tim sucked the drops from his chin before indulging in a sweet kiss.
Taking the remaining half, Tim dragged a juicy trail from Jim's neck to his chest. He lapped it up enthusiastically before feeding Jim the remaining bite. Next he fed Jim a few grapes, ate a few himself and then embarked on another long sweet kiss. The pattern continued with several more strawberries and grapes.
The appetizer was finished. Tim pushed his lover back and once again climbed across firm thighs. Tim's agile fingers unbuttoned Jim's jeans and tickled the top of his waist band. Brody moaned in appreciation.
"What do you want big boy?" Tim asked with a seductive voice that astounded his partner. "Come on, what do you want?" he repeated as he removed his own shirt.
"Really?" Brody inquired in confusion.
"I'm not fooling around here." Tim pressed his body against Jim's. Bare chest to bare chest, he put the full weight of his slender frame onto the other man. Brody's mind swam in a desirous blur. Tim whispered into his ear, "What the fuck do you want, Brody?"
"Oh yea, Tim, talk dirty to me."
Holding Jim's wrists forcefully above his head, Tim kissed and sucked on Jim's neck working him into a frenzy. "Is this what you want?"
A soft "yes" slipped from Jim's lips.
Tim ground his pulsating groin against Jim's. They could feel each other's quickening pulse. "You like the feel of my cock against yours, don't you?"
"Yes."
Tim released Jim's arms and kissed down his chest to his stomach. Writhing in his jeans, Brody groaned loudly.
Tim was completely transformed into the aggressor. His thoughts were focused and his fears were dissolved. "You're begging for it aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Beg me to suck your cock," Tim commanded as he tongued Brody's naval.
Brody thought he would pass out, "Please Tim."
Tim feigned innocence. "Please what?"
"Please suck my cock."
"This cock here?" Tim teased as his index finger traced through the open fly of tight jeans.
"Yes."
As he slid Jim's jeans and briefs down ward he continued the game, "You want me to take your hard dick in my mouth?"
"Yes."
"...and run my tongue over it?"
Jim pleaded, "Yes."
"...and suck it?"
"Fuck yes! Please."
Tim finally took Jim in his mouth and made good on his promise. Brody moaned as his lover sucked his cock and stroked his balls. In awe, Jim watched as Tim eagerly licked up and down the firm shaft. After several minutes of bestowing absolute pleasure, Tim stood up and went to the night stand. Of all the surprises of the evening, this was the most amazing to James Brody. Tim pulled out the peach oil that they so often used and strongly said, "Roll over baby, on your knees."
Jim thought he would come right then. Somehow, the intense feeling subsided. He had always wished that Tim would want him this way, but thought it would never happen. "You really want to do this, Tim?"
"Don't make me tell you twice," Tim ordered as he stripped his own remaining clothes off.
Jim rolled over and felt Tim's warm hands on his back. Tim poured a good lathering of oil over Jim's back and massaged it in. First over Brody's strong shoulders, then his long back, and finally he ran his hands over Jim's firm butt. Brody groaned as Tim slid two fingers into his ass.
For a moment Tim fell out of his role and contemplated what he was about to do. His fears crept to the surface, but he quickly tossed them aside and resumed character. He wanted this and knew full well that Jim wanted it too. "You want me inside you, don't you?"
"Yes." Brody gulped, his cock throbbing, his heart racing.
"Ask me to do it, Jim. I need to hear you say it."
"Fuck me, please, fuck me."
Tim liberally applied oil over the length of his rock hard dick and positioned it at Jim's hole. I can't believe I'm doing this sung through his brain as he eased the mushroom head though the tight entrance. It was so hot, so much pressure. Tim took a deep breath and penetrated farther. To his delight, Brody moaned his name. He could feel his lover's heart beating around his shaft. Slowly he eased it out and then pushed forward with licentious force. "Oh Fuck!" Tim swore at the unique sensation.
"Oh yes," Brody encouraged him to continue.
Tim began to thrust at a casual pace, taking time to grind and explore Jim's insides. With his right hand, he grabbed Jim's aching cock and began to jerk him off in rhythm with his own body. Jim moaned louder and louder. "You like it when I fuck you?"
"Oh yea."
With his left hand, he grasped around Jim's slim waist and pulled the man's body over his own. "You like my cock inside you?"
"Yes."
"You want me to fuck you harder?"
"Yes, harder, yes."
O'Neill continued to screw Brody's ass and stroke his cock harder and faster. Tim had the strangest feeling of masturbation, as if Jim was an extension of his own body. With each of his own thrusts, he could feel the euphoria in Jim's raging cock. The intensity was overpowering. With sweat dripping from every pore of his body, Tim came with a violent yell. Brody followed suit, his own cum spraying against his chest and the blankets. Tim rested his head against Jim's back and they sank into the soft mattress.
After a minute of rest, Tim rolled to the side and bestowed soft kisses against tender lips. Their lips parted and their tongues embraced in a deep warm lingering kiss.
Jim smiled wide and stared into Tim's big brown eyes. "Thank you."
Tim blushed."I just wanted to do something for you."
"I know." Jim kissed Tim again before suggesting. "Let's you and I clean up and get some sleep."
The two stood up and lifted the top blanket from the bed. Jim wiped his chest while Tim dried the sweat from his body. They slid under the remaining covers kissing and cuddling. Tim turned over and Brody spooned his body, holding him tight. It was heaven in Brody's muscular arms. As Tim was drifting off into reverie, he heard the faint hush of Jim's voice, "I love you."
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