Friend or Fantasy

Part 2

“Commander, there is one more thing I wanted to show you.” Leenar announced as she approached a door near the end of the tour. Trip stepped through the entrance then stopped just a few feet into the room. It was easily the most luxurious room he had ever seen. He found himself in a sumptuous bedroom done entirely in shades of green and aqua. Besides the one they had just used to enter there were two other doors. Trip wondered for a moment where they led.

Trip heard the door close softly behind him. He turned quickly to find Leenar gazing at him with a knowing smile on her lovely face. “Um, Leenar, you’re a beautiful woman and all but I…”

Again her gentle, lyrical laughter was heard. “Commander, you misunderstand. I did not bring you here to seduce you but I would appreciate it if you heard me out.”

Uneasily Trip nodded his head to indicate he was willing to listen.

The woman began to move easily around the room, completely comfortable in her surroundings, which had the effect of putting Trip at ease. “Do you remember when I told you what this place is best known for?”

“Yes, it was fulfilling fantasies.”

“Correct.” Leenar smiled. Trip waited, wondering where she was going with this. “There is a guest here with a fantasy that we would like to ask you to help fulfill.”

Trip couldn’t have been more stunned if the woman had just sprouted an additional head. “Me?…I...”

Seeing his distress Leenar hurried to reassure him. “Commander…”

Putting up a hand he cut her off. “Trip.” She looked at him confused. “Unless I’m way off base about the type of fantasy were talking about here, you might as well call me Trip” he chuckled softly, a faint blush beginning to color his face.

“Trip, you are under no obligation to do this. I only approached you with it because you fit the part perfectly. Even if you say yes and later change your mind all you need to do is say so. You will not be forced to do anything.”

The engineer ran his fingers through his hair as he slowly began to pace as questions raced through his mind. He never dreamed he’d be put in this type of a situation and had no idea how to deal with it. ‘It had been a long time since he’d gotten laid. What if Starfleet found out? What if Jon found out?’

As if reading his thoughts, Leenar place a reassuring hand on his shoulder stilling his pacing. “All of our guests understand the need for discretion in these matters. What takes place here will not be discussed outside. No one will ever know.”

Trip gave a bitter derisive laugh. ‘If only I had the nerve to request my own fantasy,’ he thought then shook his head. ‘Either way Jon would never agree.’

Leenar waited. She was used to the indecision of first time guests.

At last Trip sighed and turned to the beautiful woman. “What do I need to do?”

Leenar smiled. “There are only a few specifics to this person’s request. We will merely set the scene then you can do what ever feels natural and both of you are comfortable with.”

Trip took another look around the room. “Where do we start?”

Leenar’s demeanor turned more businesslike now that Trip had agreed to participate in the plan. “Assuming you are wearing undergarments Trip, it would be best if you disrobed down that far then lay down on the bed.”

Trip’s slight blush had begun to fade as he became more comfortable with the situation. It returned now in full force. “Right now?” His eyebrows rose in surprise at the thought of undressing if front of this woman he barely knew.

Leenar laughed softly. “Trust me Trip, you would not be the first.”

Trip chuckled in agreement. “No, I suppose not.”

Opening a drawer to retrieve some items she turned away, giving Trip a moment of privacy while he removed his uniform and made himself comfortable. The smooth silk covering the mattress felt cool under his skin. Turning back she moved towards the bed and set the items on the table next to it. “Give me your hand” she instructed.

Trip held his hand out. Leenar tied one end of a silk scarf around his wrist then the other end to the elaborate metal headboard. Trip didn’t say a word but the apprehensive look in his eyes told her he wasn’t sure about what was happening. “It’s alright. No one has any intention of harming you. If you change your mind all you only need to do is call for me. No questions will be asked and you will be free to go.”

Trip took a deep breath and held out his other hand.

When she had finished securing his other wrist Leenar picked up a third item from the table holding it up for Trip to see.

“A blindfold?” He asked. His voice rising a bit higher than he would have liked.

“It’s not a requirement, just a suggestion.”

Trip considered the blindfold for a moment then nodded and raised his head off the pillow so she could slip it on.

Once the blindfold was in place Leenar stood back and took a moment to admire the image before her. “I’ll be leaving in a moment Trip. Our guest will be here shortly. Remember, if you change your mind all you need to do is call.” Bending forward she placed a chaste kiss on his lips and caressed his cheek with her hand. “Perhaps if circumstances were different…” She let the statement trail off then turned and exited the room through a door different that then one they had used to enter.

Trip heard the rustle of her clothing and then the door close. He sighed and a million questions once again ran through his head. “Who was the guest? When had they spoken with Leenar? Was it someone who had seen him in the short time he had been in the dining room or on the brief tour? What would he be expected to do? Where was Jon?’

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Jonathan Archer woke from his brief doze with a start when he heard the door open and close again as Leenar entered.

“Captain Archer, I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I’m afraid Zeral was called away and what was expected to be a minor inconvenience has turned into a much more involved issue.”

Embarrassed at having been caught napping Jon groggily attempted to stand.

“Please Captain, don’t get up. There is an issue that I would like to discuss with you and I believe it would be best if we sat down.”

Archer settled back down in his seat and Leenar took the place next to him. “Is everything alright Leenar?”

“Yes Captain. This has to do with one of our guests here this evening…”

Leenar repeated the same conversation she had had with Trip just a few minutes ago. She answered the same questions and gave the same patient answers and reassurances.

Jon considered Leenar’s request as well as the ramifications of agreeing to it. “Leenar, will you answer a question before I decide?”

“Of course, Captain. I’ll try to answer if I can.”

Archer took a deep breath before continuing. “What gender is the guest?” He wasn’t ready to admit to himself why the answer was important.

“Male, does that make a difference?”

“No I suppose not.” Jon sighed, then added to himself; ‘Maybe with a little luck I could pretend it was Trip.’ Finally he decided to go along with the request. “What do I need to do?”

“He is in the next room waiting. Merely walk through that door and do as you see fit.”

Jon rose then hesitated a moment before heading for the door Leenar had used to enter.

“Remember, if you change your mind, just call for me.” She placed another chaste kiss on his lips then turned and left through the same door Zeral had used to exit. Once out of the Starfleet captain’s sight her smile changed into a knowing grin as she returned to the other guests of her establishment. She did not bother to stay within earshot for she didn’t believe for a moment that either man would change his mind about their agreement.

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Archer watched her leave then turned towards the other door and opened it. He stopped dead in his tracks and could not believe the sight that met his eyes. Suddenly his mouth felt very dry. In the dimly lit room Trip lay bound and blindfolded, clad only in his blue Starfleet issue blue boxers. Jon’s eyes ran hungrily over the strong shoulders and muscular chest, down to the well-toned abs, slim hips and long legs. The low lighting made his lightly tanned skin glow. Finally he let his eyes wander to the blue fabric and the swell that was already forming there. Jon swallowed hard. ‘Is this Trip’s fantasy? Did he actually want to have sex with an unknown stranger on an alien world? Had he requested a man or would a woman have been preferred?’ Suddenly none of these questions mattered. Even if it was only for one night and Trip would never know it was him, Jon could have the man he’d wanted for so long. He was determined to make this good for both himself and his best friend.

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Trip lay on the bed stripped down to his blue briefs and blindfolded. His fingers nervously played with the silk scarves tied around his wrists. For about the millionth time he wondered how he had let himself be talked in this. Once again he considered calling out for Leenar; telling her he had changed his mind. He took a deep breath and was about to call for her when he heard when a door open.

He nervously licked his lips. ‘This is it,’ he thought, ‘Now or never,’ but for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to speak. His entire body started to hum with anticipation. The mattress shifted as someone sat down close to him. The engineer gasped as he felt fingers brush lightly almost reverently over his chest.

Close to his ear a voice whispered, “You are so very beautiful.” It was so soft that he couldn’t even identify the gender of its owner. “Are you sure you want this?”

Despite his doubts just moments before Trip answered, “Yes, please yes,” his voice barely audible. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt a rough cheek brush against his own indicating the owner was a male and a thought occurred to him. ‘If nothing else, I can at least pretend its Jon.”

The hand that had been caressing his chest moved to lightly trace the features of his face. As the fingers passed over his lips Trip’s tongue darted out briefly to lick them. He was rewarded with a sharp hiss from their owner before the hands continued on their journey.

The mere touch of Trip’s tongue on his flesh sent a jolt of molten fire through Jon’s blood. He let his hands travel lightly over the younger man’s body attempting to commit each detail to memory.

Trip felt the gentle hands move slowly over his shoulders and arms then down his chest and abdomen causing the taut muscles to twitch at the light touch.

Jon ran his thumbs over the lean hips before his hands continued down the long, strong legs. For a brief moment he wished Trip were unbound so he could explore the strong back and toned butt he had until now only seen during brief encounters in decon.

Trip’s breathing was in short shallow gasps as the strong hands traveled back up the inside of his legs then finally settled over his groin stroking his throbbing member. This was the most erotic moment he could ever remember. He swallowed hard and took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself.

Finished with his initial exploration, Jon began a trail of nibbling kisses on the strong jaw, working his way toward Trips ear. He carefully avoided kissing the younger man on the mouth for fear that if he let himself start; he would never be able to stop.

Trip hissed as he felt teeth gently grasp his earlobe and strong fingers continued to comb through the hair on his chest.

Jon then made his way slowly down Trip’s neck, gently licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. He slowly licked his way over the collarbone. His fingers found one of Trip’s nipples and gently rolled the hard nub between them, drawing a soft moan from the engineer. Moments later Jon’s mouth replaced his fingers in teasing the flesh and his fingers began working the other nipple. Trip arched into the exquisite torture. Jon’s mouth slowly made his way across to the other nipple to give it the same attention, while his fingers carded through the hair between the younger man’s chest and navel. Trip panted in anticipation. After a moment Jon’s mouth began to follow the same path while his hand found the engineer’s eager cock and began stroking it through the fabric.

In his mind Trip imagined it was Jon touching, kissing and caressing him. The blindfold intensified the experience. He moaned as a wet tongue explored his navel then moved lower to trace along the top his briefs. All the while a strong hand expertly moved over his erection making him harder than he could ever remember.

At last Jon curled his fingers around the elastic and slowly, gently pulled the blue material down the engineer’s long legs allowing Trip’s aching cock to spring free. Jon knelt at Trip’s feet a moment admiring the sight before him. A fully aroused Trip squirmed slightly, silently begging for more contact, desperately wanting to be touched, kissed, caressed.

Trip whimpered when he felt the bed shift as the man stood, then quieted again when as he recognized the sound of a zipper being lowed and he realized the man was undressing. He imagined it was Jon. In his mind he watched as more flesh was revealed to him inch by inch. He could hardly control his breathing by the time the man rejoined him on the bed.

Jon watched Trip while he undressed. The engineer was visibly becoming more excited by the moment. Jon wondered what he saw behind the blindfold.

Settling himself back on the bed at Trip’s feet. Jon pushed the engineer’s legs back until his knees bent and his feet were planted flat against the mattress then gently parted his legs wide as he lowered his mouth and teased the sensitive flesh on his inner thighs working his way tantalizingly slowly closer to his destination.

Trip groaned and pulled on the silk holding him in place. He desperately wanted to move the head between his legs, showing his tormenter where he so needed him to be.

Jon grinned and chuckled softly against the skin beneath his lips. Who knew Trip was so responsive. Now that he knew that Trip was interested in men maybe someday he’d work up the nerve to approach him about a more romantic or intimate relationship. Then he’d love to have the opportunity to thoroughly determine just how responsive he could be. Jon nuzzled where Trip’s thigh met his torso and inhaled deeply drawing in Trip’s unique musky sent. He wanted to always remember it.

The slow teasing was driving Trip crazy. His blond head tossed from side to side as a sound somewhere between a moan and sob tore from his throat; he arched his hips trying to encourage his tormentor to take him.

Jon decided to show him a bit of mercy. Placing one hand firmly on his hips to hold him in place his other closed around the rock hard member pumping it slowly. Trip drew a shuddering breath as Jon drew first one then the other of his balls in to his mouth gently licking and nipping.

Trip’s hips began to slowly buck as his orgasm began to build, forcing Jon to release his cock and use both hands to hold him still. He then gave the cock in front of him a long, slow, loving lick from the base to the tip where he tasted the salty fluid already leaking from it. Trip cried out, now fully reduced to verbally begging for more. In one swift movement Jon took the entire hard shaft into his mouth, his lips and tongue wrapping around it.

Trip sobbed in ecstasy as the wet warmth engulfed him. He wanted to run his hands through the hair he had felt brushing his thighs; once again he was pulling sharply against the silk bonds. “Oh, yes. God Jon yes.” To his horror the words hung in the air before he even realized he had spoken out loud.