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| Lee had set his alarm for early the next morning to allow plenty of time before his watch. He had promised the Admiral he�d look in on him this morning. After their �encounter� last night, he really didn�t know what to expect. He had beat a rather hasty retreat, not giving either of them time to react to what had happened. Of course, his body had responded with its own hormonal reaction and when he got back to his quarters., he�d fueled the fires, reliving those exquisite moments when he�d held the Admiral in his mouth. It was something he�d longed to do for quite a while now. Just thinking about it now was getting his juices flowing again. He knew that after leaving the Admiral, he�d have to go to the command deck, so he decided that wearing himself out before hand was the best option. Half an hour later, showered and in uniform, he again tapped softly on the door to Nelson�s quarters. He heard a groan from within, followed by a very grumpy sounding �Yes?� �It�s me, Admiral,� Lee called softly. The door opened to reveal the usually fastidious Admiral looking decidedly unkempt. Eyes still bleary with sleep, red hair mussed, face already flushed with his desire. �Oh thank god �� As soon as Lee had closed the door behind him, Nelson�s body was pressed against his, hips grinding, desperately searching for release. For just a moment, Lee�s arms wrapped around him, holding him close. �Whoa, easy there. Here, let me �� He gently disentangled himself from the maelstrom, getting the Admiral�s shorts down and pushing the smaller man down onto his bunk. He grabbed the pillow, putting it on the hard floor then knelt on it, his head bent now over the Admiral�s erection. Animalistic sounds, grunts and groans, were all he heard as he took care of the problem at hand. Nelson writhed under his touch, making gentleness impossible. Lee presumed Jamie�s sleeping pills and bromide treatment had kept him quiet all night, so this he wasn�t surprised when it didn�t last very long at all. Again, he tasted Nelson�s essence, eagerly swallowing every last drop. Nelson�s eyes were still dilated and unfocused as Lee stood up, tugging his uniform back into place. He glanced at his watch. �Sir? I�m due up on the command deck. Will you be all right now?� He really wasn�t sure how much Nelson was actually paying attention to him, but when the Admiral waved him off, he took the dismissal and left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was about 10 minutes before Nelson fully came to his senses. He was naked in his bunk, and for once his body didn�t ache with need. // Oh, yes. Lee came by again �// Lee? What the hell? Slowly, the events of yesterday came back to him. Being held as a test subject in Kinnard�s bizarre experiments with dolphin hormones. Oh god. Wait � wasn�t there some medicine or something he was supposed to take? He got up and fumbled around his desk. Having both wrists tightly wrapped wasn�t helping. Yes, there was the bottle of bromide. God, the stuff tasted awful. But if it kept him from becoming a raving sex-crazed lunatic for a while, he�d put up with it. Good Lord, had this really happened the way he remembered it? It was still a little fuzzy. He remembered the discussion with Jamie yesterday about the effects of the hormone cocktail Kinnard had injected him with. Then he had gone to his quarters and slept for a while from the sedatives Jamie had given him. By the time he�d woken up, the dose of bromide he�d had in sick bay was wearing off. Taking more once he was already aroused didn�t seem to help. So he�d hidden in his cabin, trying to work and not succeeding. After his watch, Lee had stopped by. And they had �// no! Please tell me that didn�t happen! // He wasn�t sure which upset him more � the thought that Lee Crane, his closest friend, someone he�d known for many years, was a closet homosexual, or that he himself had responded. Either way, it was very shocking. The Navy did not take a very liberal viewpoint on such things � He reached for a cigarette to calm his nerves. By the time he got it lit, his hands were shaking. // This just can�t be! // Not once, but twice now, Lee had been here and given him a blow job. He couldn�t believe he had allowed it to happen. But then he remembered how painful his arousal had been, how desperate. How could Lee have taken advantage of him in that situation? It wasn�t right! He�d thought they were friends � For quite a while he sat there, his mind going over and over what had happened. Three cigarettes later, he had finally calmed down enough to think coherently about anything else. Nelson remembered that they�d be returning home to Santa Barbara today. He sighed, realizing that he should at least put in an appearance up on deck. He�d been kidnapped yesterday, and if the crew didn�t see him before they left for shore leave, the gossip mill would blow things all out of proportion. Shore leave � better make it two weeks, hopefully by then he�d be over this ridiculous affliction. He sighed and gingerly started unwrapping the bandages around his wrists. It wouldn�t do to get them soaked in the shower � ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later that morning, Lee sat in the observation nose going over the mission reports with Chip. Of course, not only was Mr. Morton the ship�s Executive Officer, Lee�s second in command, he was also the Captain�s friend. The two had known each other since their days at the Naval Academy, and Chip was one of the very few people who knew Lee�s secret. One look at the �official� report had told Chip that there were lots of details missing. And then there was the fact that Lee had been so visibly upset yesterday afternoon. Chip downed the last of his coffee and set the mug and report aside. �OK, Lee. Nobody here but us. Now you want to tell me what really happened?� Crane sighed. �The Admiral would really like that to be kept off the record, Chip.� Morton nodded. �Like I said, this is just you and me, Lee. You were pretty upset yesterday.� Crane hid behind his coffee for a few moments, deciding how much to tell his friend. But once he started talking, the whole story poured out. He hadn�t realized how much he needed to get it out, deal with the feelings it had triggered in him. �I can�t believe this is happening, Chip. It just seems so strange.� Morton poured himself another cup of coffee. After that story, he needed it. �So let me get this straight. You�ve been � servicing � the Admiral. And he let you. Asked for it, even?� Lee shrugged. �It�s been almost clinical, �medicinal.� I haven�t exactly stuck around to chat afterwards �� Chip took a deep breath. �What if when that serum wears off he�s horrified at what he�s done?� �Don�t think I haven�t thought of that, Chip. The thought terrifies me. I don�t know, maybe I�m kidding myself, seeing what I want to see, but Admiral Nelson is not somebody who would hate a friend just for helping �� �I hope you�re right, Lee.� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nelson had called Dr. Jamieson to his quarters to help him dress and re-wrap his wrists after the shower. The good doctor had thought he sensed tension, but the Admiral refused to be drawn out, sending the doctor back to his office post haste. The three officers stood on deck as the rest of the crew filed off, eager to enjoy the two weeks shore leave that had been granted. The Captain of course would be the last man off, and the Admiral and the Exec stood with him, letting the crew see their command staff in full control of the situation. For the sake of the crew, Nelson had done his level best to hide the coldness he felt toward his Captain today. It wasn�t helping things that as soon as he�d come up onto the command deck, another barrage of the damned hormones hit him, sending his arousal out of control. // It�s just the hormones. Seeing Lee has nothing to do with it � // He was getting angrier about the entire situation with each passing moment. Chip noticed it, and given their conversation this morning, he was worried. He knew the two usually left the sub together in Lee�s sports car. He wondered if the Admiral was going to call the Institute for his limo instead � Once the last man left, Morton turned to the Captain. �I�ll take care of the paperwork, sir, if you two would like to head out.� �Thank you, Mr. Morton. Admiral, shall we go?� By this time, Nelson was barely able to restrain himself. The only reason he hadn�t called a limo was because the crew was used to seeing them leave together. �Fine. Let�s get the hell out of here,� he said brusquely. The found Lee�s red convertible parked in the private lot for the crew. �Where to, sir? The penthouse, or your beach house?� Nelson eased himself into the low seat, trying not to pinch a certain already inflamed piece of his anatomy. �The beach house. I�d rather be as far as possible from the rest of the world right now �� His hands fidgeted with a cigarette as he snapped out the words. That got a worried glance. The Admiral had been unusually reserved ever since he�d come up on deck an hour ago. Lee figured he was getting uncomfortable again; he could see the Admiral�s arousal. He hoped that was the reason for this. �Of course, sir. Hold on, we�ll be there soon.� Crane used the excuse to drive even faster than usual. More than once, Nelson had accused him of being an adrenaline junkie for his propensity to drive fast and jump into dangerous situations. Now, his only thought was of relieving his friend�s distress. They pulled up in front of the beach house. Nelson was out of the car quickly, one hand fishing in his pocket for his keys. Crane got out, intending to follow him. Nelson spun around, his face flushed with anger and arousal. �What the hell are you doing, Captain? Did I invite you in?� Crane blanched, realizing that his worst nightmare was happening. �No sir. I thought you might want �� �Want more of your perversion? I think not, Captain. You�ve taken advantage of me enough in this situation. Now get out of here before I bust your ass all the way back down to Lieutenant!� Lee just stood there, shocked, as Nelson opened the door of his house and slammed it behind him. Sadly, he got back into the car and drove to his apartment. Two hours later, Lee had given up trying to get drunk. He was just too worried, he guessed the adrenaline in his blood kept neutralizing the alcohol. His career was over. And possibly worst of all, he had lost the Admiral�s friendship. He couldn�t believe this. All he�d done was try to help his friend through a difficult time. Yes, it was a somewhat unorthodox treatment, but damn it, it had worked. Nelson was career Navy, but even so as a scientist, he�d always been a bit more liberal minded than most officers. Why had he reacted so badly to this? It just didn�t make sense. He�d thought about calling Chip, but he knew the Exec had plans with a certain young lady today, plans he�d been looking forward to for a long time. Lee couldn�t bring himself to intrude on their happiness � Continue on to Chapter 3 Send me some feedback Back to Voyage Home Back to Home Page Disclaimer: These characters belong to their original creators; I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
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