Poker
by Kayla
Disclaimer: Um, they aren't mine, but I have first dibs on their clones!
Notes: This is my little thank-you story for APB on the SeaquestSlash list, who was gracious enough to send me tapes of all the Seaquest episodes. It may have taken a few months, but I did it! :) Such a thoughtful Christmas present, no?
Tim O'Neill watched with a twinge of regret as Heiko Kimura turned and walked out of his quarters, door closing sharply behind her. He snorted wryly to himself. Some date. Maybe there's a reason I haven't had one in 11 years...besides the obvious. Life sucked. Badly.
He sat on his bunk, cradling his head in his hands, indulging himself in a moment of self-pity. Finally, he stood purposefully. He brushed his hands over his khakis, looking down at his sweatshirt. Grimacing, he pulled it off and rummaged through his clothes. Pulling out a plain, baggy blue shirt, he slipped it on.
He ran a hand through his hair, then took a deep breath and left his quarters. He had a poker game to attend.
"Damnit! I fold." Tony threw his cards down in disgust, leaning back in his chair, irritation clear on his face.
Lucas gave the others a feral grin, tossing in a few more chips. "I'll see that, and raise you $40."
Lonnie glanced at her cards, at the growing pot, then back down at her cards. She fidgeted a moment, biting her lip. Sighing, she pushed a few chips forward, wincing at the dent it put in her stack.
Tim frowned thoughtfully, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. Eyes flicking over to his young, blonde opponent, he stared intently. Confidence fairly oozed off of Lucas as he lounged at his end of the table. With no expression on his face, Tim threw in the requisite amount of chips, then added another $50 worth. "See that, and a $50 raise."
Without hesitation, Lucas tossed in his chips, raising the stakes by another $50.
With a sigh, Lonnie tossed her cards down. "Too rich for me. I'm out." She settled back to watch the rest of the hand.
All eyes turned toward a frowning Tim.
Glaring, Tim pushed all his chips forward. Now it was Lucas' turn to frown.
"Hey, that's not fair, I can't cover that much."
"Well then, looks like you'll have to fold."
"Fold!? No way!"
"Put up or shut up, Lucas."
"What exactly would you have me put up?"
Tony and Lonnie were smiling faintly as their eyes darted back and forth. They both leaned forward eagerly, curious to know the stakes.
Tim thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "My quarters are dirty."
Lucas looked perplexed. "So? What's that got to do with anything?"
"I win, I get you as a slave until they're cleaned up. And that's my definition of clean, not yours!"
Lucas' eyes narrowed. "And if I win?"
"What, the money isn't good enough for you?"
"Ha! Not if I have to spend who knows how long scrubbing your floors."
"Fine then, same stakes for me, but I only have to spend...four hours on it. Plus you get the pot."
Lucas mulled this over, then nodded his agreement. "All right. Let's see what you have."
"You called, show yours first."
Smirking, Lucas showed his hand. "Four of a kind, read 'em and weep!" The four sixes stood out starkly on the tabletop. Lucas reached for the pile of chips, crowing with unholy glee, only to snatch his hands back as one was smacked by an entirely too pleased looking O'Neill.
"Excuse me, but I believe your celebration may be just a bit premature." A quiet grin moving across his lips, he casually spread out his cards revealing one, two, three, four sevens.
Sevens. Lucas gaped, mouth hanging open in shock. "But-but-but..."
Tony snickered. "Ya know, for a genius, you ain't got too good of a vocabulary right now, Luke."
"But...Tim, he-he..."
"Hey, don't you think you ought to be calling him 'master' about now?" Lonnie tried to hold back her laughter, but a few giggles burst out.
Time chuckled, gathering his winnings. "Well, this was fun. I'll have to join in more often." He stood, yawning. "Well, I'm gonna turn in. It's been a rough day." With that, he walked out, leaving behind a still stuttering Lucas.
Tim pulled his shoes off, flexing his toes in relief. He thought of the look on Lucas' face earlier, wishing he could have captured the moment on video. Poker is a lot more fun than I remembered! Still smiling, he began to undress, stopped by a firm rapping on his door. He opened it, surprised to see Lucas standing on the other side.
The young man looked him up and down before coming inside, pushing the door shut behind him. "So...'master'...looks like you�ve got yourself your own personal slaveboy."
Now feeling a bit awkward about the arrangement, Tim wiped at his glasses. "Lucas. Um, I didn�t mean you had to start tonight."
"No, no. The deal was you get me for a slave until your place is clean." He eyed the room. "So, here I am. Now, where should I start?"
Tim sat on his bunk. "Actually, I was about to go to bed. So, if you don't mind..." He trailed off suggestively.
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I...see. Well, in that case." He moved to stand over Tim, who looked up in surprise. Hesitating for only a fraction of a second, Lucas straddled the man's legs, sitting firmly in his lap. While Tim was still speechless, he took a chance and leaned forward, winding his arms around the pale neck and pressing a firm kiss to the smooth lips in front of him.
Sputtering, Tim tried ineffectually to push Lucas away, succeeding only in bring their groins in closer contact. He gasped at the mound of heat that pressed against his abdomen. "L-L-Lucas! What--?"
Blushing, Lucas shrugged, keeping his arms tight around Tim. "You said you were going to bed. I'm your slave for the moment, so..."
"That's, um, not quite what I meant." He wiggled a bit, groaning as his cock swelled against the firm mound resting directly on it.
"Yeah, you know, I figured. But," another shrug, "I want to. Let me?"
Shaking his head, Tim tried once more to get the younger man off his lap, this time succeeding. He stood and paced nervously. "Lucas, I can't...we can't...this isn't right."
Now flushed with anger instead of embarrassment, Lucas drew in a shaky breath. "Oh, I see. 'Cause I'm a guy, right? Or maybe it's just me you don't want. Fine. You know what? Just, fine." Biting back tears, he made his way to the door.
Whirling around, Tim raised a hand in protest. "That's not what I meant!"
Lucas spun, snarling. "What did you mean, then? I can take rejection, you know. Just fucking tell me!"
Eyes widened behind lenses at this use of profanity. "I just...it's not...you're just so young."
"I'm not a kid anymore. I grew up a while ago."
"I-I know, it's just, I look at you, and I still see this 16-year-old boy."
Lucas shook his head, reaching up to brush his hair away from his face. "Tim, that's not me now." He paused, then pulled off his shirt. Taking one of Tim's hands in his own, he placed it over his heart. "I'm a man. And I want you. Now, can you handle that?"
Tim felt the heartbeat flutter under his palm. Breathlessly, he moved his hand down the bare skin, pressing gently into the indentation of his navel. "You were so...beautiful. I made myself not look at you. I couldn't...it would have been so wrong then."
"And now? Is it still wrong?"
Time looked deep into Lucas' pleading eyes, finding himself unable to destroy that fragile hope. "No. I just...god, you're still so beautiful."
A tiny smile flickered on Lucas' face. He took a step forward, leaning his head in.
Tim groaned as their lips met once more. Strong arms circled his waist, and he felt his body come into full contact with searing heat. Endless moments were spent learning each other's taste and texture, until Tim reluctantly pulled away. He cupped Lucas' face in his hands, staring at him soberly. "Lucas? Have you ever done this before?"
Another blush spread across Lucas' cheeks. He looked away, then back. "Kind of."
"There's not really a 'kind of' involved here. Have you ever been with another man before?"
"Does it matter?"
"It does to me."
Lucas stepped back, hugging himself. "There was...this guy. Before I came to SeaQuest. We...had a thing going for a while. Did a lot of kissing, groping, that kind of thing. Until my Dad found out. That's one of the reasons he dropped me here."
"So, you never..."
"Went all the way? No, not with a guy." The blonde had turned to face the door, not wanting to see Tim's reaction to this revelation. He shrugged, trying to seem casual. "Have you?"
Tim walked up behind him, placing his hands on slim hips. "It's been awhile." He kissed the base of Lucas' neck, nuzzling softly. "Lucas, what do you want from me?"
Lucas tilted his head back to rest it on the other man's shoulder. He closed his eyes. "Make love to me?"
Silence filled the room for a minute, then Tim turned Lucas around, taking his lips in a deep, plundering kiss.
When they broke away from each other, the stared for a split second, then immediately began to undress. Lucas finished first, and sprawled on Tim's bunk. When Tim finished, he glanced up, gasping.
Slowly, he went to stand over the young man. He trailed a finger across his face, gazing in wonder at the vision resented to him. "Lucas...god, look at you. How can you want...me?"
Lucas grabbed the hand, tugging firmly to pull Tim on top of him. "How could I not? You're smart, and sexy, and caring. Anyone would be lucky to have you."
Tim shifted so their erections were lined up next to each other, and lowered his weight fully onto the other. "Lucas? Tell me if you don't like it. Nothing you don't like. Anything you want."
"Love me. That's all." More kissing, and hands began to explore, moving along sides, over chests, down backs. Gasps and moans now sounded in the small room, until eventually Lucas cried out in a breathy voice, "Please...stop!"
Horrified, Tim pulled back sharply. "God, I'm sorry. What--?"
"No, no, everything's good." Lucas grinned. "Too good. I'm so close. I want...I want to taste you."
Tim loved how Lucas blushed so easily. That color red would always seem sexy to him from now on. Gingerly moving around, he knelt with his knees braced on either side of Lucas' neck, hovering above him. He bent forward, resting his weight on his elbows, and lowered his hips.
Lucas stared hungrily at the dripping organ hanging over him. Swallowing, he reached up tentatively and took hold of it, bring the tip to his mouth. He flicked his tongue out, lapping at the fluid leaking down, the swirled it around the head.
Tim gritted his teeth, moaning. He tried desperately to hold still, not wanting to hurt Lucas, but wishing for nothing more than to thrust into his hot, wet mouth.
Running his fingers down the hard length, Lucas brushed them through the wiry pubic hairs at the base. Opening his mouth wider, he sucked the head into his mouth, tongue teasing the slit.
His hands moved up, grazing over a twitching stomach, then around to rest in the curve of Tim's back, just above the swell of his ass. He pulled down, pushing the cock deeper into his mouth. It hit the back of his throat, and he gagged, panicking.
Tim pulled away, sitting up hastily. "Lucas? Are you ok?" He scooted backwards until he was sitting just below the man's ribcage.
Lucas licked his lips, nodding. "Yeah. Think I tried to take a little too much." His hands rested on Tim's splayed thighs, gently rubbing the soft skin there.
Tim's eyes widened as he watched that pink tongue swipe over glistening lips. Bending down, he let his own tongue join in, chasing Lucas' back into his mouth. Panting, he leaned back again. With a wicked grin on his face, he slid down, rubbing his body along Lucas' and making the other man hiss in appreciation.
Finally, he was in a position where Lucas' erection was accessible to him. Still smiling, he bent and licked up the length. He captured the hands that flew down to grip his head, pinning them to the bed.
Teasing, he blew over twitching balls, then took them on at a time into his mouth, prodding gently with his tongue. He suckled at them lightly, then released them.
Lucas whimpered. He tried to grind his hips down, wanting that tongue someplace else. His hands balled themselves into fists, clutching at the sheets.
Relenting, Tim engulfed Lucas' weeping cock, opening his throat and letting the entire length slide inside. He swallowed, muscles rippling around the sensitive flesh.
Lucas yelled, straining his arms, back arching off the mattress. "Tim...oh god, Tim...gonna...I'm gonna...oh, please!" His head tossed back and forth as he wailed his extreme pleasure.
Tim swallowed again, then began to bob his head up and down. Knowing Lucas was about to erupt, he pulled off until just the head was left in his mouth, then sucked hard. A strangled scream sounded, and a burst of fluid flooded Tim's mouth. He swallowed quickly, waiting until there was merely a trickle left. This bit he savored, letting the flavor roll across his taste buds. Finally, he let the half-softened flesh slip from his mouth.
Tim soothed the young man's trembling skin, waiting patiently until blue eyes focused dazedly on his own. He swirled a finger in his mouth, then brought it down to circle the sensitive skin of Lucas' anus. He watched the eyes open hugely, staring at him in wonder. "I want to be in you, Lucas. Will you let me?"
Lucas nodded frantically, spreading his legs open wider and bending his knees up.
Relieved, Tim concentrated on the tender ring of muscle. He brushed over it, pressing softly. Again and again he flicked it across the tiny opening, until Lucas let out a whimpered, "please..."
Reaching for a bottle of lotion laying nearby, Tim poured a small puddle of in into his hand, warming it. Dipping his finger in it, he pressed it against the quivering bud, then slowly pushed it inside.
Lucas drew in a quick breath, tensing momentarily before relaxing into the bed. He concentrated on the digit inside him, squeezing experimentally. He felt the finger wiggled around a bit, then it was pulled out. Lifting his head in protest, he let it drop back down as it returned with another finger, both gingerly working their way into his ass.
Tim moved his fingers over the tight muscle, rubbing it, relaxing it. He scissored his fingers apart, widening the opening. Reaching in deeper, he found the nub of flesh he was seeking, and caressed it.
Lucas' upper body shot up off the bed as what felt like lightening flashed up his spine. Staring wildly down into Tim's warm, loving eyes, he gasped, "What--? What was...oh god, do it again!" His body dropped back down, eagerly awaiting Tim's touch.
Tim flicked over Lucas' prostate again and again, until the man was nearly crying in ecstasy, cock fully hard once more. Taking a deep breath, he eased another finger in, freezing when Lucas hissed in pain.
Lucas winced at the pressure inside him, then tried to relax. He shifted, waiting out the twinge of pain. When he felt more comfortable, he pushed down, urging Tim on.
Twisting his three fingers, Tim pushed them in, once more raking over Lucas' prostate. When he had the young man practically riding his fingers, he pulled them out, drawing fort a sharp protest.
He quickly spread some more lotion over his own cock, which was so hard he thought it would explode at the touch. Gently, he turned Lucas on his side, then slid in behind him. He pushed the top leg up, bending it to Lucas' chest and opening him up. Arms around the young man, he scooted close, his cock brushing between soft cheeks. "Lucas...I'm going to push inside you now, ok?"
Lucas hesitated, then nodded. He felt a pressure against his loosened muscle, and something blunt carefully entering him. The head popped inside, and he clenched down, unable to help himself.
"Shh. Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you." Tim stroked down Lucas' heaving sides, calming him. He reached around and took hold of Lucas' waning erection, bringing it back to fullness.
When Lucas' breathing had quickened with desire once more, Time slowly pushed inside, pausing whenever he felt the slim body tense. Finally, he was in all the way, and he peppered Lucas' shoulders and neck with loving kisses. "God, Lucas. You're so tight, so hot."
Lucas could barely believe that Tim had been able to fit inside him. He felt so full, every movement causing barely-used nerves to flare up, igniting a deep yearning inside him.
Tim began to rock gently, moving only an inch or so in and out. He kept this up until Lucas began to press back, demanding more. He sped up, pulling his cock out until it had nearly left the clinging channel, then driving it back inside. All the while, he kept up his pumping of Lucas' cock, adjusting speed to match his strokes inside.
Lucas shuddered as nearly every stroke brushed over that spot inside him, sending flashed through him. He clenched his muscles, milking the cock that had possessed him utterly. The hand around his own cock tormented him, bringing him so close, and the lips pressed against his neck teased. Without warning, Tim bit down on the side of his neck, then suckled at his earlobe. Lucas gasped, then exploded, his cum pulsing out over Tim's hand and splattering over the wall and sheets.
As contractions wracked the body wrapped in his arms, Tim thrust in, moaning at the clenching around his cock. The wetness he felt on his hand pushed him over the edge, and he came, his seed gushing into Lucas' willing body.
The men lay there for long minutes, panting. Eventually, Tim's softened penis slipped out of Lucas, and the young man moaned, feeling a warmth trickling out as well. He reached back, feeling, then brought his hand up, staring in mild disbelief at the sticky fluid coating his fingers. He inhaled the musky scent, then, daring, licked his fingers clean.
Tim watched this, and felt something warm grow in him. He brought his own hand up, cleaning off the evidence of Lucas' release.
Lucas turned around, hugging him and kissing his neck. "Thank you."
Tim snuggled closer to the body squeezed into his cramped bunk. "Anytime." Yawning, he pressed a kiss to Lucas' nose. In a sleepy voice, he whispered, smiling, "My quarters are still messy."
Finit
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