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S through Z › SeaQuest
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,601
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own SeaQuest, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lifeline
Author: Nell
Title: Lifeline
Pairing: Bridger/Kreig
Rating: Adult. (YAY, I made it.)
Summary: After the events of “Bad Water” Ben Kreig has an epiphany
Warnings: None really, some slight, and I do mean slight. D/s.
Author Notes: I want to give a special thank you to Gil/Star and Bronwen/Hannibal for being the wonderful beta readers you were! You guys were awesome!
Dedications: This is for Melrae/Rodney who is the bestest friend ever! I love you, Sis. And to Jamieblue who is always my biggest fan even when I know the story sucks. *G* Love you, babe!
On to the story
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Lucas: They’ve forgotten about us
Kreig: This is one of those character builders, my friend
You hang on tight; you take the whipping and you
come out stronger on the other side.
Lucas: Cut the crap, Kreig. I’m not a kid. You don’t have
to do that morale officer stuff for me.
Kreig: This is who I am. Glass half full, that kind of thing.
Lucas: Yeah. Glass half full of what, Ben? How can you just
sit here and make jokes when a hurricane is about to kill us?
Kreig: Well, what do you want me to do? Give up? I say as long as
we’re laughing, we’re moving forward. And it’s important to me…..
It’s important.
***From the First season episode Bad Water. Ben is talking to Lucas while they are on the raft waiting for rescue, during a hurricane****
Lifeline
Only after SeaQuest had rescued us and brought us home, did the full impact of my words to Lucas hit me. I have always been the jokester, the one to make the kids in class laugh and the bane of most teachers’ existence. (Not to mention a certain Commander’s existence.) Although I remember one teacher in fifth grade, Mr. Langston, who had actually laughed at my antics and turned his head the other way. I had loved that teacher; he was the first adult that made me realize it was okay to be who I was, and that I didn’t have to change just because other people didn’t “get” me. Not that he never put me in my place when I got a little carried away. But he never sent me to the principal’s office
either or reprimanded me for being too silly or stupid as some teacher’s said. He would just simply say, “Now is not the time for that, Benjamin. Please save it for another time.” And that would be it. Granted, I tended to obey him more than I did my other teachers, but the man had deserved my respect. Much like a certain captain I know.
Laughter has always played a big role in my life. When I was very little, my older brother, Jason, would use it to distract me from the yelling voices down the hall that would get too loud and cause me to cry. He would put on his own little comedy act, complete with juggling and really stupid jokes. I remember that those times were my salvation.
My parents were never happy, and I don’t remember a day that I lived with them where they didn’t fight. If they weren’t fighting about bills and money, they were fighting about what was for dinner, or what TV show to watch, or even whose turn it was to make sure I got to bed on time or had had my bath. I remember feeling like I was the reason that my parents couldn’t be happy, that somehow by being born, I had brought unhappiness to them. My brother had spent many nights trying to convince me that that wasn’t true. My brother kept telling me that I was his sanity and his very reason for living. When I had asked him why, he said, “Because you give me a reason to laugh.”
I think that was when I started using laughter as my way of getting through the rough spots of my life. Even after my father had finally gone too far and had beaten my brother to within an inch of his life, all because Jason didn’t know why the disc player was on the blink. Child Services had finally stepped in and rescued my brother and me. We went to live with my grandpa. I was 11 then, my brother was 14. After that my childhood was filled with laughter and good times. My grandpa made sure that my brother and I got to experience all the things we hadn’t while living with our parents: fishing and camping trips, County Fairs, and Circuses. Pretty much anything he could think of. When Jason had expressed an interest in the Air Force, my grandpa (who, at the time, was a colonel in the Air Force) had pulled every string he knew and made my brother’s dream come true. Though, my brother had a big hand in that himself; he’s an excellent pilot and constantly makes me proud.
I remember when I joined the UEO academy. I had been very nervous that my grandpa would be disappointed I hadn’t followed in the family tradition, but he sat me down and told me he didn’t care what I did, as long as I put my all into it and that I was happy. I don’t remember ever loving my grandpa more than I did right then. I remember the day that I graduated from the academy at the top of my class; my grandpa had been so proud. He had pulled me into a big hug and told me that he knew I was going to be the best sailor he had ever known.
I had already met Kathryn Hitchcock by that point. We had been going together for nearly two years, and I was getting ready to pop the big question to her. She was also at the top of the class and we made quite the pair. She was beautiful, all dark hair, big blue eyes, and the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, and not to sound boastful, but I know that I’m a good looking man. I’ve had many a female follow after me and a few of the male variety. Although at the time, I was oblivious to the male side of that equation. I thought Katie was what I wanted and needed to be successful in my life, and I think she thought the same thing. When I asked her to marry me, she said yes without hesitation. We were married six months after that. The marriage lasted a year, almost to the day. In fact, Katie asked for a divorce three days after our first anniversary. Contrary to what most people think, our divorce was not caused by my cheating on her or her on me, or money or any of those things. It ended simply because we both realized we were not what the other needed or wanted. I loved her and she loved me, but we were not in love with each other. I won’t say there weren’t some hurt feelings involved; we had spent a good portion of our marriage fighting much like my parents had. She wanted to do this, and I wanted to do that, or I was making a fool of her because I couldn’t be serious for just two seconds, or she was being too straight laced and needed to loosen the hell up.
There was sadness in that year of marriage; sadness I tried to fight off with the laughter that I had been taught could keep me afloat if I only hung onto it. Katie never did understand that part of me. Her way of coping with things is to work harder, fight harder, and, damn it, if you have to, push your way through with brute force. Now, three years later we have been stationed on the same boat with her as my ranking officer, (Yes, The Powers That Be really do have a sick sense of humor) and I have come to understand that about her. I’m still not sure if she understands me, and to be honest I don’t think she ever will. As wonderful a person as she is, she has a hard time seeing things from other’s points of view. It’s not a mark against her, it’s just who she is. Much like laughing at the bad points in my life is who I am.
I spent the first three months after our divorce running from one willing female to the next, trying to find what it was I needed and never finding it. About six months later my grandpa passed away unexpectedly. After that, I just drifted. I was lost and for the first time in my life, the lifeline I had come to rely on let me down.
I spent the next three years not really caring about what might happen to me, though I put on a good front so the people that loved me didn’t worry. When I joined SeaQuest I was as close to the bottom as I had ever been. It was rather ironic that I was the morale officer on board SeaQuest, but it turned out to be a good thing. I got my feet back under me; I had other people relying on me to make their time on SeaQuest livable. I had a cause, and it gave me back my lifeline. Laughter was back in my life, even if it was caused by seeing how many times I could rile up Commander Ford. I mean really, that man is just way too easy. I also made friends on board SeaQuest; granted most of them still don’t “get” me, but a few do, like Lucas and to my surprise, Chief Crocker. And the friends that don’t “get” me have an amused tolerance for me as if they’ve realized it’s just who I am. With the exception of Commander Ford, I don’t think that man remembers how to be relaxed, let alone laugh at anything. But don’t worry, I’m working on him.
I was also surprised to see that Captain Bridger seemed to understand where I was coming from. He always seemed to have a tolerance for my more shadowy escapades or my court jester act; he would simply give me a mild scolding or simply smile before shaking his head and going about his business, much like my fifth grade teacher. Though as time went on, I discovered that the feelings I had for my captain were nothing like the feelings I had for my teacher. Though maybe, in retrospect I think they might have been closer than I realized. Comparing what I feel for Captain Bridger to what I felt for Mr. Langston, I think my first crush might have been on that teacher.
I was at least infatuated with my captain, if not in love. To be truthful, when I first realized my feelings for Nathan didn’t run along “normal” lines, I freaked. I spent most of my time avoiding him when at all possible, and when it wasn’t possible I spent that time trying my best to see him as only my captain and not in the way my nocturnal fantasies kept seeing him. And, god, but were those fantasies hot! I hadn’t had a wet dream since high school, but my libido was at full throttle and damn the torpedoes! It made it increasingly difficult to see him as only my captain.
I didn’t think the Captain would notice me avoiding him. I mean, I never really sought him out to begin with. But I hadn’t been actively avoiding him either, and nobody said that Captain Nathan Bridger was stupid. It took all of two weeks for him to corner me, and I think it only took him that long because he was biding his time. It was an easy thing for him to do: he simply ordered me to come to his quarters. He’s the captain; what more could I do? I had gone to his quarters with a lot of trepidation; Bridger never called me there unless it was to privately reprimand me for something he felt went a little over the line. I was so busy trying to figure out what I had done, the idea that he had figured out I was avoiding him never crossed my mind. I remember being shocked to find him lounging in his sleeping clothes and bathrobe when I entered his quarters. I had never really seen the man out of uniform except the few times we had been on shore leave as a crew, and when he was on the boat he was nearly always in uniform. The fact that he was in not in uniform should have clued me in, but I still didn’t catch on. Perhaps it was because I was distracted by the fact that he looked good, damn good.
Bridger had simply smiled at me and told me to take a seat. I did with a quick smile of my own. He didn’t take to long to get to the point; he simply asked me why I felt the need to avoid him. I stuttered out a quick response, saying that I wasn’t avoiding him, why would he think I was avoiding him? Nathan grinned and gave me a look that I have come to know as his, “I’m tolerating you, but don’t push me too far” look. I remember getting so nervous sitting there with him staring at me, waiting for me to tell him why I was avoiding him. But how do you tell your captain that you have the hots for him, and could possibly be in love with him? Especially when all the evidence points to him being straight, I mean, the man had been married and seemed to be going after Dr. Westphalen! Although, some would argue that I had once been married too. But I was best friends with his son for Pete’s sake! He was old enough to be my father. Hell, he probably looked at me as a son! I sat in my chair and fidgeted for nearly five minutes before Nathan began to chuckle and he stood up to walk in front of me. He looked down at me with a smile that was so soft it made his face look ten years younger, and then he squatted down so that he wasn’t looming over me.
I remember jumping when he touched my knee with his hand. I remember the feel of it as he gently squeezed my knee and looked up into my eyes. The look in his eyes stole my breath away; it was a knowing look, full of exasperation and understanding, humor, and not a little love. And all he did was whisper, “I know.” I tried to pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about, but he wouldn’t let me. He whispered again, “I know. I know, Ben.” Then he rose up just enough to place a gentle kiss to my lips. I pulled back slightly in shock, but he followed me and kissed me again. This time it wasn’t a gentle kiss, he literally consumed my mouth. I remember my heart beating so fast I was sure it was going to come through my chest, but I also remembering nearly melting into him and by the time the kiss was done I was on the floor with him, surrounded and consumed by him.
We didn’t make love that first night; I remember being relieved and disappointed all at the same time. He had felt so good and my body was singing with the pleasure we had just shared. When he had pushed me away I began to protest, but he smiled sadly and told me “Soon, Ben. We’ll be together soon. But not here, not now.” That was when I realized that if I was going to have a relationship with my Captain, it was going to have to be discrete. The view on homosexual relationships had improved much over the years so that wasn’t an issue; however, the fact that Nathan was romancing an officer under his command could get us both into trouble. I remember giving him a small smile and telling him I understood. He nodded and pulled me in for one last hungry kiss that left my head spinning. He pulled away and gently pushed me towards the door. He told me to go on about my business as usual. That he would contact me when we could get together as lovers again. I left his quarters both excited and disappointed. I was disappointed because I was being given the relationship I had been wanting, but I was going to have to play hide and seek. I remember hoping it was going to be worth it.
When we did finally get to make love, it was three months after that first kiss. Nathan had indulged in a few hidden kisses or special looks but for the most part our lives had returned to the way they had always been. I remember being very confused and a little sad. Whenever I would start to feel like it wasn’t worth all the hiding, Nathan would somehow know and would call me into his quarters or pull me into an isolated room and kiss the stuffing out of me, then he would beg me to wait only a little longer. He would tell me that he was working on something, but he had to be careful. For me, just the fact that he was as frustrated as me was comforting. I know that sounds cruel, but it let me know that he wanted this relationship as much as I did. That it wasn’t just some kind of game for him.
I was the bane of Commander Ford’s life for those three months, and I spent a lot of time organizing poker nights or some other unauthorized activity. I think I would have wound up in the brig if it wasn’t for Nathan, who I think realized that my antics were because I was trying to cope with our mutual frustration rather then any actual desire to disobey UEO rules. (Though, that is fun!)
Nathan finally came to my quarters one night just after my shift had ended. After he once again kissed me into oblivion, he told me he had arranged for several of the crew, including ourselves, to take a shore leave. He had reserved a hotel room in his name at one of the best hotels in town. He wanted me to meet him there the first night of leave, after the rest of the crew had split up and gone about their own activities. I was excited that we were finally going to get some real time together, but I was also scared. What if I turned out to not be what he wanted? I had never had sex with a man before. What if he was disappointed in my lack of experience? I felt like a blushing virgin! Actually, in a weird way I was. And didn’t that thought throw me for a loop. I hadn’t been a virgin to sex since I was sixteen! The thought that I was once again going to be the inexperienced lover had me more than a little worried. But I was willing to be it, if it meant that I got Nathan.
The day we finally went on shore leave I was scared half to death. I remember looking at Nathan, and after giving me a teasing grin, he gave my shoulder a pat that to the average onlooker looked like he was just being friendly. But it told me that he knew I was nervous and everything was going to be okay.
Waiting for the day to be over so I could meet up with him was nerve wracking. Lucas and Tim both thought I was depressed. I wasn’t getting into any of the trouble that I normally did, which was a sign to them that something was wrong with me. They kept trying to drag me off to various bars or other hangouts that would ensure I would have contact with the opposite sex. They were positive that all I needed was a good lay and I would be right as rain. I will give them some credit, they were close!
When I finally dodged the Tim and Lucas morale team, I was already a half an hour late. I remember wishing that the cabby would just break the freaking speed limit already! When I got to the hotel, I practically ran inside. The receptionist in the lobby must have caught on because when I asked what room Captain Nathan Bridger was in, she smirked and told me to go to room 1806 on the 18th floor. I thanked her quickly, and then practically sprinted to the elevator. When I got to the room, I realized exactly why the receptionist was smirking. Nathan had rented us the honeymoon suite! I remember blushing at the implications of that before quickly knocking on the door. Nathan opened the door about two seconds after I knocked, and it gave me the feeling that he’d been standing there waiting for me. He had looked so relieved to see me, and I remember feeling like such a jerk. I apologized all over the place, explaining about Lucas and Tim and basically babbling like an idiot. He had started laughing after about the sixth “I’m sorry.” He pulled me into a kiss to stop me, then told me that it was okay. It turned out that he hadn’t been worried I wasn’t going to show up out of fear, but that he was worried something had happened to me. I was so touched by that. It had been awhile since I had someone who actually worried about me out of love and not duty.
After he calmed me down, he gave me a tour of the suite. It was huge! It had a sitting area that consisted of two couches, a love seat, and two recliners. It also had a huge open fireplace. There was an entertainment area mixed in with the sitting area, and it was stocked with nearly anything you could imagine. To the left of the sitting area were two French style doors leading out onto a deck that had the most amazing view of the ocean. A door to the right of the sitting area lead into the bathroom. I remember gasping in shock at the beauty of it. The floor was white and grey marble, and the walls were covered in soft white wallpaper that was lightly patterned with silver hearts. There were actually two rooms in the bathroom; you had the main room with the toilet, sink and your basic shower, but if you walked into the next room there was a tub so huge you could fit about six people in it and still have room to do back flips. The tub was sunken into the floor and was set up to be a normal bath, or by the flip of a switch, it could be a jacuzzi. Lined on the edge was every type of bathing supply you could think of. I remember Nathan looking at the tub and then giving me a look that was so filled with lust I thought I might just combust where I stood. It turned me on so much I couldn’t help but grab him and give him the most intense kiss I could muster. That was the first time I had ever initiated a kiss. I had always been too scared of giving us away to try it before, but in the privacy of the hotel suite I didn’t have to worry about it. The kiss went on for several minutes before Nathan finally pulled back. It was gratifying to see that he was as aroused as I was. His breathing was erratic and I could feel his heart beating fast from where I had tucked my face into his neck. He had chuckled then and muttered about being careful what you wished for. He then reluctantly pushed me away before saying that we should finish the tour before we got too distracted.
He led me out of the bathroom and back out into the main room. Directly across the room from the sitting area was the bed. There were a couple of steps leading up to a platform. The bed was king-sized and was covered with a thick white comforter. I remember grinning at the rose petals the hotel staff scattered across the top, and the heart they formed in the center. He had snickered back at me and smacked me softly on the back of the head, and then he slid his hand down my back to grab my hand. I remember shivering at the feel of him touching me. After grabbing my hand, he led me up the stairs and took me to stand by the bed. With an expression that was part teasing and part lustful, he pushed me onto the bed, causing me to land on my back. I remember laughing when my bouncing caused the rose petals to go flying. He had laughed with me, then in a move I did not expect at all, he jumped directly on top of me, though he was careful to keep his arms out straight so he didn’t put his full weight on me. We had both laughed as the rose petals once again rained down on us. I remember trying to blow one of them off my mouth without much success.
Nathan leaned down then and carefully removed it with his teeth. The shot of lust that went through me was like nothing I had ever felt before. The moan that escaped my throat sounded so wanton that I would have blushed, except that it had turned Nathan on so much he gave a groan of his own before claiming my mouth in the most intense kiss we had ever shared. His tongue traced my bottom lip then flicked against my upper lip in a very obvious request for me to let him in. I did so without hesitation. His tongue slipped in with slow sweetness and he worked it gently through every inch of my mouth. I groaned into his mouth and then wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down until his full weight was on me. To finally feel his weight on me was so much more than my fantasies had ever been. I ran my hands down his back to grab his ass, and then I pushed down while my hips gave a thrust up. The result was electric. Nathan gasped into my mouth before pulling back to stare into my eyes. He playfully called me an imp before thrusting down on his own. I remember throwing my head back and letting out a moan, and Nathan attacked my neck while he continued to rub his body against mine. We set up a rhythm for a short while, just enjoying finally being able to feel each other’s bodies. But it wasn’t long before we became frustrated with the clothing and began to remove it.
He started it by pulling my t-shirt up over my head, but before I could get to his shirt, he attached his mouth to my chest, licking and biting his way to one of my nipples. I arched into his touch and let out a yell that made him chuckle. He pulled back only to attack the other nipple. I pushed my hand through his hair and tried to pull him up, but he had other plans and went down instead, his tongue leading the way. He played a little with my navel, dipping his tongue in and out a few times. He looked up at me then, his eyes alight with mischief. I couldn’t help the groan that left me then; I knew there was more to Nathan Bridger than the captain we see every day, but who knew he could be so playful yet sexy all at the same time. When his tongue began to follow the edge of my pants, my cock jumped so hard that he felt it. I felt his breath puff against my stomach while he laughed. He asked if I was anxious, and I just gave him a look that told him he better get on with things. And get on with them he did. He began by slowly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants before crawling off me to remove my shoes and socks. Then he pulled my pants off and threw them onto the floor. He straddled my legs again, and then he leaned over to mouth my cock through my boxers. I’m ashamed to say that I whimpered, but the feel of his mouth *there* was just too much. After tormenting me for few minutes, he pulled back and my boxers followed the way of my pants.
Once I was naked, Nathan stopped for a moment and just stared at me. He told me that I was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. I had blushed then, and Nathan gave a delighted laugh when he realized that I could do a full body blush. Nathan quickly got bored with staring though and straddled my legs again. He leaned over me, holding himself up on his arms before lowering his body down on mine again. He pressed his clothed groin to my now naked one and gave a few steady thrusts. God, did it feel good. My whole body sang with the intensity of it. He kissed me deeply, once again thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was possessive and dominant, which to my surprise really, really turned me on! I once again let out a moan that was so shameless it would have made a hooker blush. But Nathan just pulled back and gave me a hot look before sliding down my body until his mouth was just above my groin.
While looking me in the eye, Nathan licked the very tip of my cock and then worked his tongue down the length of it. My heart stopped, I swear it did. Nathan had definitely been hiding a lot behind his captain’s uniform. Nathan then licked his way back up before sucking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. It felt so good, and my body began to shake. This whole time Nathan did not break eye contact with me, and that was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. To be able to see how much someone loved you while they gave you pleasure is the single best thing I have ever experienced. After sucking the head of my cock for a short time Nathan finally opened his mouth wider and took more of me in. He worked his mouth up and down my cock and began to make his own little humming noises of pleasure. The humming only intensified the pleasure, and before long I was thrusting blindly into his mouth. I had broken eye contact a while before, when I couldn’t take it anymore. I lay with my back arched and my head thrown back in abandon. I was moaning continuously now, my body one constant beat of pleasure. As if sensing just how close I was to losing it, Nathan began to speed up his actions. My body began to tighten and my balls where drawing up; it wasn’t going to be long. I remember that in the haze of my pleasure, I felt Nathan’s hand at my mouth, tracing my lips, his fingers requesting entrance. I opened my mouth and sucked in his first finger and mimicked what he was doing to my cock. Nathan let go a deep moan and worked his finger in and out of my mouth a few times before pulling it away. I let out a protest that quickly died out when Nathan began to work his now wet finger down to my ass and into my body. That sensation was the one that sent me over the edge. The feel of something of him moving inside of me just hit every pleasure center of my body, and my cock exploded. I expected Nathan to pull away; after all everyone I had ever slept with, including Katie, had never swallowed. But Nathan didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked me right in the eye and swallowed every last bit of what I offered. Once I was done, Nathan let my cock go and began to work his still clothed body up mine and kissed my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips and I gave one final soft moan before laying back on the bed and basking in the sated feeling. He told me I tasted wonderful, and that I was beautiful when I came. Then he hugged me and kissed my forehead and told me to rest. I remember asking what about him? Didn’t he want me to return the favor? He gave a soft puff of laughter and said not to worry, that he would get his share of the pleasure, but only after I had rested and was ready for it.
I must have dosed off for awhile because the next thing I remember, I was laying under the covers and Nathan was cuddled up behind me, his arm slung possessively around my waist. I realized I was feeling naked skin on naked skin, and my cock informed me that it liked it. I wanted to turn around and see him. I thought he was asleep, but when I moved to turn around he tightened his grip on me. He asked me where I was going, and I told him nowhere, that I just simply wanted to turn around. He had let me go then, but only long enough for me to turn around and then his arm was back around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I remember teasing him and saying he was feeling a little possessive. All he did in return was growl out a “Damn straight,” and then he kissed me to within an inch of my sanity. I clung to him and wrapped my leg around his waist. At the time I didn’t realize what an open invitation it had been, but oh man am I ever glad I gave it. I hadn’t put my leg around his waist for more than two seconds before his hand was on my ass, pulling me in tighter. He massaged my butt cheek for a few minutes, while he kissed me and gently thrust our bodies together. But then he slowly ran his finger up and down the cleft, and then finally between to the entrance of my body. He fingered me for a short while, just running the tip of his finger around the outside, before finally sliding his finger inside. I remember giving out another deep moan and just leaning into him. He began to work his finger in and out of my body, slowly at first, and then he began to pick up speed. I lifted my leg higher onto his waist and panted into his neck, unashamedly asking for more.
And oh did he ever give me more! At first he stopped though, and I protested so loud that he had to kiss me to shut me up. He laughed and said not to worry, that he wasn’t going anywhere, he just wanted to get the lube to make things easier. He pulled away for a moment to grab the lube on the night stand, and he also grabbed a condom and held it up. He asked me if I wanted him to use it. I looked him in the eye and shook my head. I trusted him and I knew I was clean. Nathan gave me the biggest smile before throwing the condom onto the floor and opening the tub of lube. I watched as he put a generous amount on his fingers before putting down the tube. Then he pulled my leg back up around his waist and while looking me in the eye, he reentered my body. His finger felt slick and warm as he worked it in and out of me. He would change the speed of the thrusts as well, sometimes he would go fast, and then he would go slow. It was driving me insane. After a few minutes Nathan removed his finger, but before I could protest he returned it with a second finger and began the same process all over again. Adding the second finger only increased my pleasure; I began to moan into his neck and my hips were thrusting back and forth by themselves. I couldn’t have stopped them now if the entire world depended on it. I was so gone on the pleasure that by the time he worked in the third finger all I could do was yell out and thrust back. It all just felt so good! Who knew that having something inside your body felt this good? He continued to work his fingers in and out of me for a few minutes longer, each thrust feeling better than the last. Then he stopped for a moment and just left them there. He kissed me deeply and looked me in the eye. Then he did the second hottest thing I could ever imagine; he told me to fuck myself on his fingers.
I gave the most guttural moan I have ever heard come from me before I began to do as he asked. I thrust down and then up, down and then up, each time with more speed and intensity. My breathing was ragged and coming in short erratic bursts. I looked up into his eyes as I rode his fingers and got lost in the intense arousal and possessiveness I saw there. The expression on his face made him look as though he was waiting for something and I couldn’t figure out what it could be. I soon got my answer though; on one of my thrusts down his fingers hit something that sent my whole body singing. I remember screaming out and thrusting up and down again and again. God, it had felt so wonderful! During my screams I vaguely remember Nathan saying “That’s it, that’s the one! Let me hear you!” I continued to ride his fingers while looking him in the eye, and I must have looked like a wanton slut asking to be taken, but I didn’t care because I did want to be taken. I remember begging him to do just that. But all he would just say, “Soon, lover, soon.” And then he would watch me work myself on his fingers some more. It took me awhile to realize that what Nathan wanted was for me to come from riding his fingers. I whimpered when it dawned on me and I increased my thrusts. I worked frantically, loving the feel of his fingers working inside me. Every once in awhile he would twist his fingers and I would give out another yell. But finally, I couldn’t take it anymore; the pleasure became too intense. I rolled so I was sitting up on the bed one leg up and over Nathan’s stomach, the other kneeling on the bed at his waist. I began to thrust in earnest, the changed position causing his fingers to go deeper. It didn’t take long for me to lose it, I got in about five thrusts before my whole world exploded and I came in four long spurts of pure pleasure.
When I came down from my orgasmic high, I realized that I was laying on top of Nathan and that his very hard very aroused cock was jabbing me in my stomach. I pushed up to look at him; he smiled at me and touched my cheek. He told me that watching me come on his fingers was the single hottest thing he had ever seen. I remember smiling and telling him it was about time that he got to experience some of that pleasure. I asked him what he wanted to do, and his face went serious. He told me he wanted to take me, to be inside me. To my amazement my cock gave another jerk at his words. I told him that I wanted that, too. His eyes went hot for a moment, and then he told me to lay on my back and to spread my legs. I did as he asked, feeling extremely exposed, but it felt good. He pushed my legs a little further apart before settling himself between them. This was the first time I got to really look at him, and he was beautiful! His cock was full and thick, his chest was muscled and broad, and his legs were toned and strong. My cock gave another jump as it tried to let me know it liked what it saw. I reached down and gave my cock a gentle rub; I didn’t think it was going to be able to do anything for awhile. Seeing me touch myself drew a growl from Nathan and any pretense at being gentle disappeared, and then next thing I knew my legs were up over his shoulders and his cock was at my entrance. He looked up at me and once again met my eyes before thrusting in. He was a bit gentler than the look on his face would have said, but not by much. I remember biting my lip against the pain. He stopped then and touched my cheek, whispering that he was sorry. But I grabbed his hand and told him it was okay, that the pain was going away.
He waited a bit longer before gently beginning to thrust. He slowly slid his cock in and out of my body, and I couldn’t help the shudders that racked my body at the feel of it. My legs were shaking and to my surprise my cock was getting hard again. Nathan saw it and gave a chuckle, saying I was a bit of a horn dog. But when I said it was just him that did it too me, his eyes went all hot again, and that possessive look was back. The speed of his thrusts began to pick up after that, each one faster and stronger than the last. After awhile Nathan gave up trying to look at me and let his head fall back as he pushed into my body. The room began to echo with our mutual cries of pleasure as he began to pick up speed. He slammed into me again, hitting the spot one more time, and that was all she wrote, I was gone again, lost in a sea of pleasure. When the muscles in my ass tightened down on Nathan’s cock, he gave out the most beautiful groan I have ever heard, and then he came inside me, filling me and making me feel more loved, wanted and needed than I have ever felt before in my life. He was breathtaking in his orgasm; his body was flushed, all his muscles tight and straining, and his eyes, when they were open, flashed fire at me. When he was finally done, he stayed inside me, but let my legs slide down to his waist. He lay down on top of me, kissing my mouth softly before laying his head on my shoulder. He whispered a soft “Mine” before closing his eyes and falling asleep. I don’t remember ever feeling so cherished, loved, or protected. And I had never felt liking cherishing, loving or protecting someone like I did Nathan at this moment. It was with disappointment that I felt him slip from my body a few minutes later. I made no attempt to move him though; I liked having him on me. I kissed the top of his head, whispered that I loved him, and then I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
We spent a total of 4 days in that hotel, all of it was wonderful. While we did spend most of it on the bed or in the tub, we also spent a lot of it just getting to know each other while cuddled up on the couch watching a movie or simply enjoying a warm fire. When it was over, I remember feeling sad and upset. But Nathan promised me that he was going to work something out so we wouldn’t have to hide anymore.
And he did. He talked to Admiral Noyce, who is an old friend of his. And apparently Noyce pulled some strings and found some loopholes in the rules, so now we could be a couple without having to hide it. Admiral Noyce really is a man worthy of my respect. He did some down right good scheming, probably better than even I could do! Nathan and I decided to send him flowers. We made them look like a funeral arrangement. Admiral Noyce was not amused…but we were!
All of that was a little more than three weeks ago, and now here I am, sitting in the SeaQuest infirmary, having just been rescued out from the middle of a hurricane, and I have just had the biggest epiphany ever. All my life I have relied on laughter to be my lifeline to get me through the rough patches, but I have just suddenly realized don’t need it anymore. I have something much more precious. SOMEONE much more precious. Oh sure, I’ll still have my moments of practical jokes. I mean, someone’s got to make Ford’s life hell; the poor man would be bored without me! But I won’t need it to get me through. Nathan will do that for me. Nathan will carry me when I need it. And vise versa; when he needs carrying I’ll be able to be there for him, I’ll be needed and wanted. It’s a wonderful feeling. One I don’t think I have ever experienced before.
I hear a commotion from the doorway and look up. Nathan has just walked in; and his eyes are frantically looking for me. I better go let him know I’m okay. I get up and walk over to him, his body relaxes when he sees me, but his eyes tell a different story. He pulls me into a tight hug, thanking every deity known to man that I’m okay. He tells me he loves me and I say it in return. He smiles at me and kisses me, then tells me to meet him in his quarters when the doctors are through with me. I whisper an “okay’ before he turns to go back to his duties, and I go back to sitting, waiting my turn to be checked out. It’s finally my turn and the doctor clears me with a clean bill of health. I go straight to Nathan’s quarters and open the door. He looks up from the book he was reading and smiles.
“Hi,” He says with a laugh as I straddle his lap and lean in for a kiss.
“Hi yourself,” I say back and begin to unbutton his shirt. He sets the book aside, wraps his arms around me, and grabs my mouth in another kiss. I moan into the kiss and press our bodies even closer together. Oh yeah, I think I’m going to enjoy this lifeline a whole lot better!
The End
Title: Lifeline
Pairing: Bridger/Kreig
Rating: Adult. (YAY, I made it.
Summary: After the events of “Bad Water” Ben Kreig has an epiphany
Warnings: None really, some slight, and I do mean slight. D/s.
Author Notes: I want to give a special thank you to Gil/Star and Bronwen/Hannibal for being the wonderful beta readers you were! You guys were awesome!
Dedications: This is for Melrae/Rodney who is the bestest friend ever! I love you, Sis. And to Jamieblue who is always my biggest fan even when I know the story sucks. *G* Love you, babe!
On to the story
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Lucas: They’ve forgotten about us
Kreig: This is one of those character builders, my friend
You hang on tight; you take the whipping and you
come out stronger on the other side.
Lucas: Cut the crap, Kreig. I’m not a kid. You don’t have
to do that morale officer stuff for me.
Kreig: This is who I am. Glass half full, that kind of thing.
Lucas: Yeah. Glass half full of what, Ben? How can you just
sit here and make jokes when a hurricane is about to kill us?
Kreig: Well, what do you want me to do? Give up? I say as long as
we’re laughing, we’re moving forward. And it’s important to me…..
It’s important.
***From the First season episode Bad Water. Ben is talking to Lucas while they are on the raft waiting for rescue, during a hurricane****
Lifeline
Only after SeaQuest had rescued us and brought us home, did the full impact of my words to Lucas hit me. I have always been the jokester, the one to make the kids in class laugh and the bane of most teachers’ existence. (Not to mention a certain Commander’s existence.) Although I remember one teacher in fifth grade, Mr. Langston, who had actually laughed at my antics and turned his head the other way. I had loved that teacher; he was the first adult that made me realize it was okay to be who I was, and that I didn’t have to change just because other people didn’t “get” me. Not that he never put me in my place when I got a little carried away. But he never sent me to the principal’s office
either or reprimanded me for being too silly or stupid as some teacher’s said. He would just simply say, “Now is not the time for that, Benjamin. Please save it for another time.” And that would be it. Granted, I tended to obey him more than I did my other teachers, but the man had deserved my respect. Much like a certain captain I know.
Laughter has always played a big role in my life. When I was very little, my older brother, Jason, would use it to distract me from the yelling voices down the hall that would get too loud and cause me to cry. He would put on his own little comedy act, complete with juggling and really stupid jokes. I remember that those times were my salvation.
My parents were never happy, and I don’t remember a day that I lived with them where they didn’t fight. If they weren’t fighting about bills and money, they were fighting about what was for dinner, or what TV show to watch, or even whose turn it was to make sure I got to bed on time or had had my bath. I remember feeling like I was the reason that my parents couldn’t be happy, that somehow by being born, I had brought unhappiness to them. My brother had spent many nights trying to convince me that that wasn’t true. My brother kept telling me that I was his sanity and his very reason for living. When I had asked him why, he said, “Because you give me a reason to laugh.”
I think that was when I started using laughter as my way of getting through the rough spots of my life. Even after my father had finally gone too far and had beaten my brother to within an inch of his life, all because Jason didn’t know why the disc player was on the blink. Child Services had finally stepped in and rescued my brother and me. We went to live with my grandpa. I was 11 then, my brother was 14. After that my childhood was filled with laughter and good times. My grandpa made sure that my brother and I got to experience all the things we hadn’t while living with our parents: fishing and camping trips, County Fairs, and Circuses. Pretty much anything he could think of. When Jason had expressed an interest in the Air Force, my grandpa (who, at the time, was a colonel in the Air Force) had pulled every string he knew and made my brother’s dream come true. Though, my brother had a big hand in that himself; he’s an excellent pilot and constantly makes me proud.
I remember when I joined the UEO academy. I had been very nervous that my grandpa would be disappointed I hadn’t followed in the family tradition, but he sat me down and told me he didn’t care what I did, as long as I put my all into it and that I was happy. I don’t remember ever loving my grandpa more than I did right then. I remember the day that I graduated from the academy at the top of my class; my grandpa had been so proud. He had pulled me into a big hug and told me that he knew I was going to be the best sailor he had ever known.
I had already met Kathryn Hitchcock by that point. We had been going together for nearly two years, and I was getting ready to pop the big question to her. She was also at the top of the class and we made quite the pair. She was beautiful, all dark hair, big blue eyes, and the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, and not to sound boastful, but I know that I’m a good looking man. I’ve had many a female follow after me and a few of the male variety. Although at the time, I was oblivious to the male side of that equation. I thought Katie was what I wanted and needed to be successful in my life, and I think she thought the same thing. When I asked her to marry me, she said yes without hesitation. We were married six months after that. The marriage lasted a year, almost to the day. In fact, Katie asked for a divorce three days after our first anniversary. Contrary to what most people think, our divorce was not caused by my cheating on her or her on me, or money or any of those things. It ended simply because we both realized we were not what the other needed or wanted. I loved her and she loved me, but we were not in love with each other. I won’t say there weren’t some hurt feelings involved; we had spent a good portion of our marriage fighting much like my parents had. She wanted to do this, and I wanted to do that, or I was making a fool of her because I couldn’t be serious for just two seconds, or she was being too straight laced and needed to loosen the hell up.
There was sadness in that year of marriage; sadness I tried to fight off with the laughter that I had been taught could keep me afloat if I only hung onto it. Katie never did understand that part of me. Her way of coping with things is to work harder, fight harder, and, damn it, if you have to, push your way through with brute force. Now, three years later we have been stationed on the same boat with her as my ranking officer, (Yes, The Powers That Be really do have a sick sense of humor) and I have come to understand that about her. I’m still not sure if she understands me, and to be honest I don’t think she ever will. As wonderful a person as she is, she has a hard time seeing things from other’s points of view. It’s not a mark against her, it’s just who she is. Much like laughing at the bad points in my life is who I am.
I spent the first three months after our divorce running from one willing female to the next, trying to find what it was I needed and never finding it. About six months later my grandpa passed away unexpectedly. After that, I just drifted. I was lost and for the first time in my life, the lifeline I had come to rely on let me down.
I spent the next three years not really caring about what might happen to me, though I put on a good front so the people that loved me didn’t worry. When I joined SeaQuest I was as close to the bottom as I had ever been. It was rather ironic that I was the morale officer on board SeaQuest, but it turned out to be a good thing. I got my feet back under me; I had other people relying on me to make their time on SeaQuest livable. I had a cause, and it gave me back my lifeline. Laughter was back in my life, even if it was caused by seeing how many times I could rile up Commander Ford. I mean really, that man is just way too easy. I also made friends on board SeaQuest; granted most of them still don’t “get” me, but a few do, like Lucas and to my surprise, Chief Crocker. And the friends that don’t “get” me have an amused tolerance for me as if they’ve realized it’s just who I am. With the exception of Commander Ford, I don’t think that man remembers how to be relaxed, let alone laugh at anything. But don’t worry, I’m working on him.
I was also surprised to see that Captain Bridger seemed to understand where I was coming from. He always seemed to have a tolerance for my more shadowy escapades or my court jester act; he would simply give me a mild scolding or simply smile before shaking his head and going about his business, much like my fifth grade teacher. Though as time went on, I discovered that the feelings I had for my captain were nothing like the feelings I had for my teacher. Though maybe, in retrospect I think they might have been closer than I realized. Comparing what I feel for Captain Bridger to what I felt for Mr. Langston, I think my first crush might have been on that teacher.
I was at least infatuated with my captain, if not in love. To be truthful, when I first realized my feelings for Nathan didn’t run along “normal” lines, I freaked. I spent most of my time avoiding him when at all possible, and when it wasn’t possible I spent that time trying my best to see him as only my captain and not in the way my nocturnal fantasies kept seeing him. And, god, but were those fantasies hot! I hadn’t had a wet dream since high school, but my libido was at full throttle and damn the torpedoes! It made it increasingly difficult to see him as only my captain.
I didn’t think the Captain would notice me avoiding him. I mean, I never really sought him out to begin with. But I hadn’t been actively avoiding him either, and nobody said that Captain Nathan Bridger was stupid. It took all of two weeks for him to corner me, and I think it only took him that long because he was biding his time. It was an easy thing for him to do: he simply ordered me to come to his quarters. He’s the captain; what more could I do? I had gone to his quarters with a lot of trepidation; Bridger never called me there unless it was to privately reprimand me for something he felt went a little over the line. I was so busy trying to figure out what I had done, the idea that he had figured out I was avoiding him never crossed my mind. I remember being shocked to find him lounging in his sleeping clothes and bathrobe when I entered his quarters. I had never really seen the man out of uniform except the few times we had been on shore leave as a crew, and when he was on the boat he was nearly always in uniform. The fact that he was in not in uniform should have clued me in, but I still didn’t catch on. Perhaps it was because I was distracted by the fact that he looked good, damn good.
Bridger had simply smiled at me and told me to take a seat. I did with a quick smile of my own. He didn’t take to long to get to the point; he simply asked me why I felt the need to avoid him. I stuttered out a quick response, saying that I wasn’t avoiding him, why would he think I was avoiding him? Nathan grinned and gave me a look that I have come to know as his, “I’m tolerating you, but don’t push me too far” look. I remember getting so nervous sitting there with him staring at me, waiting for me to tell him why I was avoiding him. But how do you tell your captain that you have the hots for him, and could possibly be in love with him? Especially when all the evidence points to him being straight, I mean, the man had been married and seemed to be going after Dr. Westphalen! Although, some would argue that I had once been married too. But I was best friends with his son for Pete’s sake! He was old enough to be my father. Hell, he probably looked at me as a son! I sat in my chair and fidgeted for nearly five minutes before Nathan began to chuckle and he stood up to walk in front of me. He looked down at me with a smile that was so soft it made his face look ten years younger, and then he squatted down so that he wasn’t looming over me.
I remember jumping when he touched my knee with his hand. I remember the feel of it as he gently squeezed my knee and looked up into my eyes. The look in his eyes stole my breath away; it was a knowing look, full of exasperation and understanding, humor, and not a little love. And all he did was whisper, “I know.” I tried to pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about, but he wouldn’t let me. He whispered again, “I know. I know, Ben.” Then he rose up just enough to place a gentle kiss to my lips. I pulled back slightly in shock, but he followed me and kissed me again. This time it wasn’t a gentle kiss, he literally consumed my mouth. I remember my heart beating so fast I was sure it was going to come through my chest, but I also remembering nearly melting into him and by the time the kiss was done I was on the floor with him, surrounded and consumed by him.
We didn’t make love that first night; I remember being relieved and disappointed all at the same time. He had felt so good and my body was singing with the pleasure we had just shared. When he had pushed me away I began to protest, but he smiled sadly and told me “Soon, Ben. We’ll be together soon. But not here, not now.” That was when I realized that if I was going to have a relationship with my Captain, it was going to have to be discrete. The view on homosexual relationships had improved much over the years so that wasn’t an issue; however, the fact that Nathan was romancing an officer under his command could get us both into trouble. I remember giving him a small smile and telling him I understood. He nodded and pulled me in for one last hungry kiss that left my head spinning. He pulled away and gently pushed me towards the door. He told me to go on about my business as usual. That he would contact me when we could get together as lovers again. I left his quarters both excited and disappointed. I was disappointed because I was being given the relationship I had been wanting, but I was going to have to play hide and seek. I remember hoping it was going to be worth it.
When we did finally get to make love, it was three months after that first kiss. Nathan had indulged in a few hidden kisses or special looks but for the most part our lives had returned to the way they had always been. I remember being very confused and a little sad. Whenever I would start to feel like it wasn’t worth all the hiding, Nathan would somehow know and would call me into his quarters or pull me into an isolated room and kiss the stuffing out of me, then he would beg me to wait only a little longer. He would tell me that he was working on something, but he had to be careful. For me, just the fact that he was as frustrated as me was comforting. I know that sounds cruel, but it let me know that he wanted this relationship as much as I did. That it wasn’t just some kind of game for him.
I was the bane of Commander Ford’s life for those three months, and I spent a lot of time organizing poker nights or some other unauthorized activity. I think I would have wound up in the brig if it wasn’t for Nathan, who I think realized that my antics were because I was trying to cope with our mutual frustration rather then any actual desire to disobey UEO rules. (Though, that is fun!)
Nathan finally came to my quarters one night just after my shift had ended. After he once again kissed me into oblivion, he told me he had arranged for several of the crew, including ourselves, to take a shore leave. He had reserved a hotel room in his name at one of the best hotels in town. He wanted me to meet him there the first night of leave, after the rest of the crew had split up and gone about their own activities. I was excited that we were finally going to get some real time together, but I was also scared. What if I turned out to not be what he wanted? I had never had sex with a man before. What if he was disappointed in my lack of experience? I felt like a blushing virgin! Actually, in a weird way I was. And didn’t that thought throw me for a loop. I hadn’t been a virgin to sex since I was sixteen! The thought that I was once again going to be the inexperienced lover had me more than a little worried. But I was willing to be it, if it meant that I got Nathan.
The day we finally went on shore leave I was scared half to death. I remember looking at Nathan, and after giving me a teasing grin, he gave my shoulder a pat that to the average onlooker looked like he was just being friendly. But it told me that he knew I was nervous and everything was going to be okay.
Waiting for the day to be over so I could meet up with him was nerve wracking. Lucas and Tim both thought I was depressed. I wasn’t getting into any of the trouble that I normally did, which was a sign to them that something was wrong with me. They kept trying to drag me off to various bars or other hangouts that would ensure I would have contact with the opposite sex. They were positive that all I needed was a good lay and I would be right as rain. I will give them some credit, they were close!
When I finally dodged the Tim and Lucas morale team, I was already a half an hour late. I remember wishing that the cabby would just break the freaking speed limit already! When I got to the hotel, I practically ran inside. The receptionist in the lobby must have caught on because when I asked what room Captain Nathan Bridger was in, she smirked and told me to go to room 1806 on the 18th floor. I thanked her quickly, and then practically sprinted to the elevator. When I got to the room, I realized exactly why the receptionist was smirking. Nathan had rented us the honeymoon suite! I remember blushing at the implications of that before quickly knocking on the door. Nathan opened the door about two seconds after I knocked, and it gave me the feeling that he’d been standing there waiting for me. He had looked so relieved to see me, and I remember feeling like such a jerk. I apologized all over the place, explaining about Lucas and Tim and basically babbling like an idiot. He had started laughing after about the sixth “I’m sorry.” He pulled me into a kiss to stop me, then told me that it was okay. It turned out that he hadn’t been worried I wasn’t going to show up out of fear, but that he was worried something had happened to me. I was so touched by that. It had been awhile since I had someone who actually worried about me out of love and not duty.
After he calmed me down, he gave me a tour of the suite. It was huge! It had a sitting area that consisted of two couches, a love seat, and two recliners. It also had a huge open fireplace. There was an entertainment area mixed in with the sitting area, and it was stocked with nearly anything you could imagine. To the left of the sitting area were two French style doors leading out onto a deck that had the most amazing view of the ocean. A door to the right of the sitting area lead into the bathroom. I remember gasping in shock at the beauty of it. The floor was white and grey marble, and the walls were covered in soft white wallpaper that was lightly patterned with silver hearts. There were actually two rooms in the bathroom; you had the main room with the toilet, sink and your basic shower, but if you walked into the next room there was a tub so huge you could fit about six people in it and still have room to do back flips. The tub was sunken into the floor and was set up to be a normal bath, or by the flip of a switch, it could be a jacuzzi. Lined on the edge was every type of bathing supply you could think of. I remember Nathan looking at the tub and then giving me a look that was so filled with lust I thought I might just combust where I stood. It turned me on so much I couldn’t help but grab him and give him the most intense kiss I could muster. That was the first time I had ever initiated a kiss. I had always been too scared of giving us away to try it before, but in the privacy of the hotel suite I didn’t have to worry about it. The kiss went on for several minutes before Nathan finally pulled back. It was gratifying to see that he was as aroused as I was. His breathing was erratic and I could feel his heart beating fast from where I had tucked my face into his neck. He had chuckled then and muttered about being careful what you wished for. He then reluctantly pushed me away before saying that we should finish the tour before we got too distracted.
He led me out of the bathroom and back out into the main room. Directly across the room from the sitting area was the bed. There were a couple of steps leading up to a platform. The bed was king-sized and was covered with a thick white comforter. I remember grinning at the rose petals the hotel staff scattered across the top, and the heart they formed in the center. He had snickered back at me and smacked me softly on the back of the head, and then he slid his hand down my back to grab my hand. I remember shivering at the feel of him touching me. After grabbing my hand, he led me up the stairs and took me to stand by the bed. With an expression that was part teasing and part lustful, he pushed me onto the bed, causing me to land on my back. I remember laughing when my bouncing caused the rose petals to go flying. He had laughed with me, then in a move I did not expect at all, he jumped directly on top of me, though he was careful to keep his arms out straight so he didn’t put his full weight on me. We had both laughed as the rose petals once again rained down on us. I remember trying to blow one of them off my mouth without much success.
Nathan leaned down then and carefully removed it with his teeth. The shot of lust that went through me was like nothing I had ever felt before. The moan that escaped my throat sounded so wanton that I would have blushed, except that it had turned Nathan on so much he gave a groan of his own before claiming my mouth in the most intense kiss we had ever shared. His tongue traced my bottom lip then flicked against my upper lip in a very obvious request for me to let him in. I did so without hesitation. His tongue slipped in with slow sweetness and he worked it gently through every inch of my mouth. I groaned into his mouth and then wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down until his full weight was on me. To finally feel his weight on me was so much more than my fantasies had ever been. I ran my hands down his back to grab his ass, and then I pushed down while my hips gave a thrust up. The result was electric. Nathan gasped into my mouth before pulling back to stare into my eyes. He playfully called me an imp before thrusting down on his own. I remember throwing my head back and letting out a moan, and Nathan attacked my neck while he continued to rub his body against mine. We set up a rhythm for a short while, just enjoying finally being able to feel each other’s bodies. But it wasn’t long before we became frustrated with the clothing and began to remove it.
He started it by pulling my t-shirt up over my head, but before I could get to his shirt, he attached his mouth to my chest, licking and biting his way to one of my nipples. I arched into his touch and let out a yell that made him chuckle. He pulled back only to attack the other nipple. I pushed my hand through his hair and tried to pull him up, but he had other plans and went down instead, his tongue leading the way. He played a little with my navel, dipping his tongue in and out a few times. He looked up at me then, his eyes alight with mischief. I couldn’t help the groan that left me then; I knew there was more to Nathan Bridger than the captain we see every day, but who knew he could be so playful yet sexy all at the same time. When his tongue began to follow the edge of my pants, my cock jumped so hard that he felt it. I felt his breath puff against my stomach while he laughed. He asked if I was anxious, and I just gave him a look that told him he better get on with things. And get on with them he did. He began by slowly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants before crawling off me to remove my shoes and socks. Then he pulled my pants off and threw them onto the floor. He straddled my legs again, and then he leaned over to mouth my cock through my boxers. I’m ashamed to say that I whimpered, but the feel of his mouth *there* was just too much. After tormenting me for few minutes, he pulled back and my boxers followed the way of my pants.
Once I was naked, Nathan stopped for a moment and just stared at me. He told me that I was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. I had blushed then, and Nathan gave a delighted laugh when he realized that I could do a full body blush. Nathan quickly got bored with staring though and straddled my legs again. He leaned over me, holding himself up on his arms before lowering his body down on mine again. He pressed his clothed groin to my now naked one and gave a few steady thrusts. God, did it feel good. My whole body sang with the intensity of it. He kissed me deeply, once again thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was possessive and dominant, which to my surprise really, really turned me on! I once again let out a moan that was so shameless it would have made a hooker blush. But Nathan just pulled back and gave me a hot look before sliding down my body until his mouth was just above my groin.
While looking me in the eye, Nathan licked the very tip of my cock and then worked his tongue down the length of it. My heart stopped, I swear it did. Nathan had definitely been hiding a lot behind his captain’s uniform. Nathan then licked his way back up before sucking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. It felt so good, and my body began to shake. This whole time Nathan did not break eye contact with me, and that was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. To be able to see how much someone loved you while they gave you pleasure is the single best thing I have ever experienced. After sucking the head of my cock for a short time Nathan finally opened his mouth wider and took more of me in. He worked his mouth up and down my cock and began to make his own little humming noises of pleasure. The humming only intensified the pleasure, and before long I was thrusting blindly into his mouth. I had broken eye contact a while before, when I couldn’t take it anymore. I lay with my back arched and my head thrown back in abandon. I was moaning continuously now, my body one constant beat of pleasure. As if sensing just how close I was to losing it, Nathan began to speed up his actions. My body began to tighten and my balls where drawing up; it wasn’t going to be long. I remember that in the haze of my pleasure, I felt Nathan’s hand at my mouth, tracing my lips, his fingers requesting entrance. I opened my mouth and sucked in his first finger and mimicked what he was doing to my cock. Nathan let go a deep moan and worked his finger in and out of my mouth a few times before pulling it away. I let out a protest that quickly died out when Nathan began to work his now wet finger down to my ass and into my body. That sensation was the one that sent me over the edge. The feel of something of him moving inside of me just hit every pleasure center of my body, and my cock exploded. I expected Nathan to pull away; after all everyone I had ever slept with, including Katie, had never swallowed. But Nathan didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked me right in the eye and swallowed every last bit of what I offered. Once I was done, Nathan let my cock go and began to work his still clothed body up mine and kissed my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips and I gave one final soft moan before laying back on the bed and basking in the sated feeling. He told me I tasted wonderful, and that I was beautiful when I came. Then he hugged me and kissed my forehead and told me to rest. I remember asking what about him? Didn’t he want me to return the favor? He gave a soft puff of laughter and said not to worry, that he would get his share of the pleasure, but only after I had rested and was ready for it.
I must have dosed off for awhile because the next thing I remember, I was laying under the covers and Nathan was cuddled up behind me, his arm slung possessively around my waist. I realized I was feeling naked skin on naked skin, and my cock informed me that it liked it. I wanted to turn around and see him. I thought he was asleep, but when I moved to turn around he tightened his grip on me. He asked me where I was going, and I told him nowhere, that I just simply wanted to turn around. He had let me go then, but only long enough for me to turn around and then his arm was back around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I remember teasing him and saying he was feeling a little possessive. All he did in return was growl out a “Damn straight,” and then he kissed me to within an inch of my sanity. I clung to him and wrapped my leg around his waist. At the time I didn’t realize what an open invitation it had been, but oh man am I ever glad I gave it. I hadn’t put my leg around his waist for more than two seconds before his hand was on my ass, pulling me in tighter. He massaged my butt cheek for a few minutes, while he kissed me and gently thrust our bodies together. But then he slowly ran his finger up and down the cleft, and then finally between to the entrance of my body. He fingered me for a short while, just running the tip of his finger around the outside, before finally sliding his finger inside. I remember giving out another deep moan and just leaning into him. He began to work his finger in and out of my body, slowly at first, and then he began to pick up speed. I lifted my leg higher onto his waist and panted into his neck, unashamedly asking for more.
And oh did he ever give me more! At first he stopped though, and I protested so loud that he had to kiss me to shut me up. He laughed and said not to worry, that he wasn’t going anywhere, he just wanted to get the lube to make things easier. He pulled away for a moment to grab the lube on the night stand, and he also grabbed a condom and held it up. He asked me if I wanted him to use it. I looked him in the eye and shook my head. I trusted him and I knew I was clean. Nathan gave me the biggest smile before throwing the condom onto the floor and opening the tub of lube. I watched as he put a generous amount on his fingers before putting down the tube. Then he pulled my leg back up around his waist and while looking me in the eye, he reentered my body. His finger felt slick and warm as he worked it in and out of me. He would change the speed of the thrusts as well, sometimes he would go fast, and then he would go slow. It was driving me insane. After a few minutes Nathan removed his finger, but before I could protest he returned it with a second finger and began the same process all over again. Adding the second finger only increased my pleasure; I began to moan into his neck and my hips were thrusting back and forth by themselves. I couldn’t have stopped them now if the entire world depended on it. I was so gone on the pleasure that by the time he worked in the third finger all I could do was yell out and thrust back. It all just felt so good! Who knew that having something inside your body felt this good? He continued to work his fingers in and out of me for a few minutes longer, each thrust feeling better than the last. Then he stopped for a moment and just left them there. He kissed me deeply and looked me in the eye. Then he did the second hottest thing I could ever imagine; he told me to fuck myself on his fingers.
I gave the most guttural moan I have ever heard come from me before I began to do as he asked. I thrust down and then up, down and then up, each time with more speed and intensity. My breathing was ragged and coming in short erratic bursts. I looked up into his eyes as I rode his fingers and got lost in the intense arousal and possessiveness I saw there. The expression on his face made him look as though he was waiting for something and I couldn’t figure out what it could be. I soon got my answer though; on one of my thrusts down his fingers hit something that sent my whole body singing. I remember screaming out and thrusting up and down again and again. God, it had felt so wonderful! During my screams I vaguely remember Nathan saying “That’s it, that’s the one! Let me hear you!” I continued to ride his fingers while looking him in the eye, and I must have looked like a wanton slut asking to be taken, but I didn’t care because I did want to be taken. I remember begging him to do just that. But all he would just say, “Soon, lover, soon.” And then he would watch me work myself on his fingers some more. It took me awhile to realize that what Nathan wanted was for me to come from riding his fingers. I whimpered when it dawned on me and I increased my thrusts. I worked frantically, loving the feel of his fingers working inside me. Every once in awhile he would twist his fingers and I would give out another yell. But finally, I couldn’t take it anymore; the pleasure became too intense. I rolled so I was sitting up on the bed one leg up and over Nathan’s stomach, the other kneeling on the bed at his waist. I began to thrust in earnest, the changed position causing his fingers to go deeper. It didn’t take long for me to lose it, I got in about five thrusts before my whole world exploded and I came in four long spurts of pure pleasure.
When I came down from my orgasmic high, I realized that I was laying on top of Nathan and that his very hard very aroused cock was jabbing me in my stomach. I pushed up to look at him; he smiled at me and touched my cheek. He told me that watching me come on his fingers was the single hottest thing he had ever seen. I remember smiling and telling him it was about time that he got to experience some of that pleasure. I asked him what he wanted to do, and his face went serious. He told me he wanted to take me, to be inside me. To my amazement my cock gave another jerk at his words. I told him that I wanted that, too. His eyes went hot for a moment, and then he told me to lay on my back and to spread my legs. I did as he asked, feeling extremely exposed, but it felt good. He pushed my legs a little further apart before settling himself between them. This was the first time I got to really look at him, and he was beautiful! His cock was full and thick, his chest was muscled and broad, and his legs were toned and strong. My cock gave another jump as it tried to let me know it liked what it saw. I reached down and gave my cock a gentle rub; I didn’t think it was going to be able to do anything for awhile. Seeing me touch myself drew a growl from Nathan and any pretense at being gentle disappeared, and then next thing I knew my legs were up over his shoulders and his cock was at my entrance. He looked up at me and once again met my eyes before thrusting in. He was a bit gentler than the look on his face would have said, but not by much. I remember biting my lip against the pain. He stopped then and touched my cheek, whispering that he was sorry. But I grabbed his hand and told him it was okay, that the pain was going away.
He waited a bit longer before gently beginning to thrust. He slowly slid his cock in and out of my body, and I couldn’t help the shudders that racked my body at the feel of it. My legs were shaking and to my surprise my cock was getting hard again. Nathan saw it and gave a chuckle, saying I was a bit of a horn dog. But when I said it was just him that did it too me, his eyes went all hot again, and that possessive look was back. The speed of his thrusts began to pick up after that, each one faster and stronger than the last. After awhile Nathan gave up trying to look at me and let his head fall back as he pushed into my body. The room began to echo with our mutual cries of pleasure as he began to pick up speed. He slammed into me again, hitting the spot one more time, and that was all she wrote, I was gone again, lost in a sea of pleasure. When the muscles in my ass tightened down on Nathan’s cock, he gave out the most beautiful groan I have ever heard, and then he came inside me, filling me and making me feel more loved, wanted and needed than I have ever felt before in my life. He was breathtaking in his orgasm; his body was flushed, all his muscles tight and straining, and his eyes, when they were open, flashed fire at me. When he was finally done, he stayed inside me, but let my legs slide down to his waist. He lay down on top of me, kissing my mouth softly before laying his head on my shoulder. He whispered a soft “Mine” before closing his eyes and falling asleep. I don’t remember ever feeling so cherished, loved, or protected. And I had never felt liking cherishing, loving or protecting someone like I did Nathan at this moment. It was with disappointment that I felt him slip from my body a few minutes later. I made no attempt to move him though; I liked having him on me. I kissed the top of his head, whispered that I loved him, and then I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
We spent a total of 4 days in that hotel, all of it was wonderful. While we did spend most of it on the bed or in the tub, we also spent a lot of it just getting to know each other while cuddled up on the couch watching a movie or simply enjoying a warm fire. When it was over, I remember feeling sad and upset. But Nathan promised me that he was going to work something out so we wouldn’t have to hide anymore.
And he did. He talked to Admiral Noyce, who is an old friend of his. And apparently Noyce pulled some strings and found some loopholes in the rules, so now we could be a couple without having to hide it. Admiral Noyce really is a man worthy of my respect. He did some down right good scheming, probably better than even I could do! Nathan and I decided to send him flowers. We made them look like a funeral arrangement. Admiral Noyce was not amused…but we were!
All of that was a little more than three weeks ago, and now here I am, sitting in the SeaQuest infirmary, having just been rescued out from the middle of a hurricane, and I have just had the biggest epiphany ever. All my life I have relied on laughter to be my lifeline to get me through the rough patches, but I have just suddenly realized don’t need it anymore. I have something much more precious. SOMEONE much more precious. Oh sure, I’ll still have my moments of practical jokes. I mean, someone’s got to make Ford’s life hell; the poor man would be bored without me! But I won’t need it to get me through. Nathan will do that for me. Nathan will carry me when I need it. And vise versa; when he needs carrying I’ll be able to be there for him, I’ll be needed and wanted. It’s a wonderful feeling. One I don’t think I have ever experienced before.
I hear a commotion from the doorway and look up. Nathan has just walked in; and his eyes are frantically looking for me. I better go let him know I’m okay. I get up and walk over to him, his body relaxes when he sees me, but his eyes tell a different story. He pulls me into a tight hug, thanking every deity known to man that I’m okay. He tells me he loves me and I say it in return. He smiles at me and kisses me, then tells me to meet him in his quarters when the doctors are through with me. I whisper an “okay’ before he turns to go back to his duties, and I go back to sitting, waiting my turn to be checked out. It’s finally my turn and the doctor clears me with a clean bill of health. I go straight to Nathan’s quarters and open the door. He looks up from the book he was reading and smiles.
“Hi,” He says with a laugh as I straddle his lap and lean in for a kiss.
“Hi yourself,” I say back and begin to unbutton his shirt. He sets the book aside, wraps his arms around me, and grabs my mouth in another kiss. I moan into the kiss and press our bodies even closer together. Oh yeah, I think I’m going to enjoy this lifeline a whole lot better!
The End