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The Garashir Outtakes: A Special Day

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“Doctor,” Garak repeated.

“Ahh, yes,” Julian said. He expects me to submit so willingly, he thought.

“Alright, I’ll take these off. There is nothing to hide, anyway. You must know enough about human physiology to know that…oh well, now, I’m about to make myself blush.”

“I know nothing of human physiology,” Garak lied, his voice flat and unemotional.

“Alright — good. You can turn around then, Garak. I don’t reveal my goods for just anybody, you know.”

Garak giggled; it was a sound Julian had never heard before and it made him smile. Slipping out of his boxers he reached up and slithered into the slip. He looked in the mirror and was surprised to see it fit him well. It looked odd with the layers of dark arm and leg hair, but the scooped neck sat upon Julian’s chest to reveal his neck and clavicle in a manner that took Garak’s breath away.

“Stunning, my dear,” Garak breathed as Julian turned back to him. “You look stunning. The left side could use a little adjusting…may I?”

“Of course.” Garak moved closer, his fingers gazed over Julian’s shoulders, and across his bare chest. They traveled up toward his neck, where Julian’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and to the back of his neck where he massaged it with tenderness. Julian leaned into the pressure and moaned, his hard cock rubbing against Garak’s thigh.

“Everything fits beautifully,” Garak whispered, “except this tiny bulge right here.” His right hand lowered to Julian’s erect cock and brushed his palm against its throbbing head.

“Tiny?” Julian questioned, mocking offense.

“It really does just stick out, doesn’t it? Hmm…what does one do about it?”

 “That feels so nice against the fabric,” Julian crooned as he grabbed Garak's hand and pumped it over the silk. Garak pushed against Julian and nudged him backwards where he grabbed him at the hips and laid back onto the table.

“We can’t afford to ruin the fabric, my dear doctor. Though…I could just do this…” He pulled the fabric up to expose Julian’s lower half and hovered his lips over the now red head that leaked a drop of cum. Garak breathed on it, making an O with his mouth over the tip. Julian’s entire body shook at the feeling of a ridged tongue licking around the drop. With deliberate unhurriedness Garak took the whole length in his mouth.

“Oh, oh…oh my God,” Julian moaned low, his hips thrusting forward to meet Garak’s motion. His hands floundered around the table looking for something to grip. Instead, his long fingers stroked and pulled through Garak’s shiny hair.

“Eli…I mean, oh fuck, Garak…please stop. If you keep doing that I’m going to come. Now!”

Garak pulled his mouth away and hovered on all fours over Julian’s body.

“What shall I do now, my dear? As you suggested I have no comprehension of human anatomy.”

“You suggested that! Get up here — I want you to ride me, you stunning man.”

Garak hovered over him again, though he nearly lost his balance as Julian stuck two, long fingers in his swollen, wet slit.

“So wet…is that for me, Garak?” Garak pressed further down on Julian’s fingers where the head of his pRut was swollen and ready to evert. Julian traced his one finger around the tip, liquid dripping down his hand as Garak gasped and thrusted forward.

“Patience, lovely,” Julian said with tenderness, “go ahead — evert in my hand.”

Garak held back for a moment. “My dear…how did you know I can evert? He raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

“You don’t think I wasn’t reading between the lines of the literature you gave me, hmm? Thorns and blooming flowers? Metaphors are metaphors anywhere in the galaxy, my darling.”

“Hmph,” Garak responded, a little irritated but mostly embarrassed.

“Oh, I haven’t ruined the moment, have I? Come here.” He nibbled on Garak’s neck ridges as his fingers made slow, deliberate circles against his ajan. Blue flush overcame his neck and trailed up to his chufa where Julian extended his hand to massage.

“Ughn,” Garak moaned, the stimulation of his chufa pushing him to evert. The slick, thick organ moved with ease as Julian pumped with the same slow deliberateness he had used with his fingers. Garak grasped at Julian’s hand, moving it away. “We aren’t finishing like this, doctor.”

Instead, Garak hovered over Julian, his entrance just encapsulating the tip of his lover’s dick. He slowed, about halfway into uniting their bodies. He looked for validation, assurance even, in Julian’s eyes. Julian was already breathless; his heart pumped with a desire he didn’t know existed.

“Go ahead,” Julian assured, pushing Garak’s mused hair from his glistening, blue forehead. “I want all of me inside of you.”

Garak pushed the rest of the way down, his head falling back in ecstasy as Julian thrusted his hips to penetrate further.

“I lo…love… the way I feel inside of yo…you,” Julian whispered between panting.

“You’re so wet for me…only me.” Garak moaned through gritted teeth. He alternated between wiggling his hips in circles and thrusting down onto Julian’s cock. The doctor reached out his hands, gripping them on Garak’s shoulder as the electric connection between them grew in intensity. Julian could feel the growing pleasure in his toes and in the pit of his stomach. The last straw was hearing Garak growl his name and purr.

“Chu’lian,” Garak hissed in his Cardassian affect.

Their eyes connected and suddenly they both realized this wasn’t just sex. They were making love. Somewhere they crossed the line between horny tension and into the purest of intimacies.

“Elim,” Julian called out louder than he intended, “oh…I’m coming! Fuck! I love…” Garak clasped his hand against Julian’s mouth before he could finish his sentence. Moaning into his lover’s scaly hand, the doctor’s cock pulsed in Garak’s ajan, sending him into a rush of tingling, head spinning pleasure. The men breathed heavy as they came down from their orgasms, Julian still fit snug inside of Garak.

“That was fun,” Julian said, breaking the silence. “You are so good at coming up with role playing ideas, love.”

Garak laughed. “Well, I had to invent an active imagination to succeed in my past career.”

“I’m sure you did,” Julian mocked. “You stayed in character so well.”

“So did you, dear. Though you almost broke near the end with your declaration of love.”

“Mmm…I just couldn’t help it. I do love you, after all.”

Garak slowly pulled off Julian’s cock and laid beside him. He draped an arm over his lover’s chest and buried his head into the deep, dark-skinned clavicle he loved so much to bite.

“It's been nearly a year since we've been together, Julian. I think it’s time we tell people,” Garak suddenly proclaimed.

“Hmm?” Julian moaned, still floating in the afterglow of their love making. He ran his fingers in smooth strokes up and down Garak’s back.

“I think it’s time to tell people…about us. That is, if you are privy to the idea. I wouldn’t want to place you in any situation of which you are uncomfortable. I can understand that courting a former enemy of the state may raise some eyebrows.”

Julian sat up on his elbows, his mouth hung open.

“You’re catching flies, my dear.”

“Are you serious, Elim? You really are comfortable with us going public? What about all the security concerns and cultural problems you keep using as excuses?”

“Excuses?! Your safety is hardly an excuse, Julian. I know you’re aware of my past — it would be all too easy to kidnap you for ransom.”

“Alright, alright…” Julian countered, “but are you certain? Why now?”

“Ohhh, I knew courting you would wear down my sensibilities eventually. It just…it feels right, my dear.” Julian smiled his wide, joyful grin that always made Garak’s heartbeat increase. Their lips locked again, this time soft and delicate.

“I suppose it’s only fair to our friends as well. Poor Keiko has no idea what she inspired.”

“And she will not know!” Garak declared, “what happens in our bedroom is between us. I know how in the past you’ve shared certain information about your rendezvous with the chief.”

“I’m offended,” Julian teased, “but yes, you and I need to have a few secrets between just us.” Garak pulled Julian closer and soaked in his warmth.

“I love you, Mr. Garak.”

“And I love you, dear doctor.”