Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!atl-c03.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!newsprint.newsread.com!news-xfer.newsread.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "Ida Vega-Landow" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: Christmas Slash II: "Silent Night, Lonely Night", Part 3 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Lines: 229 Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 17:55:04 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1103651704 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 21 Dec 2004 12:55:04 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 12:55:04 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86122 X-Received-Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 09:55:08 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) REP,COR: STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION "SILENT NIGHT, LONELY NIGHT" P/R, NC-17 Part 3 of 3 Author: Ida Vega-Landow, a/k/a Slasherfem =20=20=20=20 PART THREE Christmas morning, Picard woke up slowly, rising from sleep like a=20 swimmer from deep water. The first thing he noticed was that he had=20 a headache. That didn't surprise him, as he remembered drinking a=20 great deal of wine last night. But the rest of his memories were=20 jumbled; he remembered last night clearly, up to the point where he=20 left the bridge feeling bitterly disappointed that he hadn't been=20 able to invite Riker back to his quarters. Then had come the=20 drinking binge, accompanied by his own personal pity party. What=20 happened next was all a blur, in which Riker's blue eyes gazing=20 lovingly into his was the most prominent feature. //Will! Was Will here last night, or did I only dream he was?// He=20 sat up quickly, which did not go well with his aching head. He let=20 out a groan and clutched his head in his hands. His temples were=20 pounding and his throat was dry. He knew he needed a long drink of=20 water and a couple of pain-relieving pills, but first he took a good=20 look around his sleeping area. He saw his discarded uniform lying=20 close by, next to his boots, which had been flung into a corner.=20=20 But there was no sign of anyone else having been here, no bright=20 blue silk shirt, no black jeans or Western boots. "Will?" he said aloud, hoarsely on account of his dry throat. No=20 answer. So he said it again, louder. "Will?" Still no answer.=20=20 That could only mean one thing. "It was all a dream. Just a=20 dream." He fell back against his pillow, tears filling his eyes.=20=20 He shut them and felt the hot tears leak out, streaming down the=20 sides of his face. //Of course it was a dream, you fool! Did you really think that=20 Will Riker would come to you of his own accord on Christmas Eve,=20 just to spend the night with you?// The humiliation he felt over=20 this deluded fantasy added to his pain. //But it was all so real.=20=20 It felt so real...// Portions of his dream were starting to come=20 back to him; Riker's unexpected arrival, his sympathetic response to=20 Picard's self-pitying diatribe, his admission of affection, the=20 tender kiss they had shared and what followed, up to the point where=20 Riker had carried him to bed. What happened after that was a blur. Had they or hadn't they had=20 sex? He seemed to recall Riker stripping him forcefully, almost=20 tearing his clothes off. He had the distinct impression of Riker's=20 hot, naked body lying on top of his naked body, feeling his hot lips=20 on his mouth and throat, his big, strong hands parting his thighs,=20 his long, hard cock thrusting between his legs=97Picard let out=20 another groan of mingled pain and anguish. How could he have=20 dreamed so vividly? He touched himself and felt a dried stickiness=20 on his belly and thighs. //Where did that come from, if I was only=20 dreaming?// He answered himself promptly. //From you, of course!=20=20 That's your own semen. You had a wet dream and came all over=20 yourself, like a schoolboy.//=20=20 Disgust and self-loathing were added to the discomfort of his=20 hangover. He rolled over and slowly, carefully, laid his aching=20 head face down on the pillow and touched his buttocks. They weren't=20 sore; further proof that last night had been only a dream. Or was=20 it only that they hadn't gone that far?=20 //In your dreams, Jean-Luc,// he thought, castigating himself=20 sarcastically. //Only in your dreams would Will Riker ever get=20 around to screwing you!// He wondered why he was so hard on=20 himself; surely he wasn't the first older man to become infatuated=20 with a younger one? //You've come a long way from your school days,=20 when you were the cute one being courted by all the older boys who=20 wanted to educate you in the ways of the world. Back then, you were=20 more particular. It took more than a bag of sweets to get into this=20 schoolboy's pants! But now, you'd roll over for one of Riker's=20 smiles, wouldn't you?// The cynic in him continued to criticize the=20 romantic, while he lay in bed with an aching head and a pain in his=20 chest where his heart used to be. A part of him wondered whether it=20 was a "phantom pain", similar to the one felt by amputees who=20 haven't quite accepted that a part of them is gone. As he lay there enduring his pains, Riker came out of the bathroom,=20 wearing the same clothes he'd had on last night. When Picard saw=20 him, he thought he was dreaming again. "Will?" he said hoarsely,=20 hazel eyes wide with astonishment. "Good morning!" Riker said cheerfully. "Glad to see you're awake."=20=20 Seeing Picard's bewildered expression, he laughed. "Did you really=20 think I'd just get up and leave you without saying goodbye?" "I-I thought=97I thought that you were never here to begin with,"=20 Picard confessed. "When I woke up and found myself alone, I-I=20 thought it was all a dream." Riker's smile faded when he saw that he was serious. "You thought=20 last night was a dream? Just how much did you have to drink?" "Quite enough, thank you." Picard tried to raise his head from the=20 pillow, flinched from the pain and put it back down. Riker headed for the replicator and asked for a glass of cold water=20 and two extra strength ibuprofen tablets. A tall drinking glass=20 with the Starfleet emblem on it, filled with cold water, appeared in=20 the replicator, along with the two tablets inside a small paper=20 cup. He took them over to the bed and offered them to his captain,=20 who accepted them gratefully. He had to sit up to take the pills,=20 which was not easy, but Riker made it easier by sitting beside him=20 and putting an arm around him to prop him up. After taking the=20 pills and drinking the entire glass of water, Picard tried to lie=20 down again, but Riker kept him upright. "Just tell me one thing: are you sorry about what happened last=20 night?"=20=20 "No. Are you?" "Not a bit," Riker admitted. "In fact, I want you to know that I=20 meant every word I said about wanting to be with you, instead of at=20 the Ten-Forward party or in some bar in San Francisco. Just in case=20 you thought that was a dream, too." Picard gave him a look of mingled relief and astonishment. "Will, I- I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything. Just relax and let me hold you." He put his=20 arms around him, enfolding him in warmth and strength. Picard laid=20 his still aching head upon his first officer's breast and closed his=20 eyes, emitting a soft sigh of contentment. They remained that way for some time while Christmas morning dawned=20 over the rest of the ship. Children woke up and ran to the=20 Christmas trees in their living quarters to find their toys; their=20 parents got up to make breakfast and give presents to each other.=20=20 Survivors of last night's Ten-Forward party crawled out of bed and=20 sought hangover remedies, and polite excuses to leave the ones they=20 left with, if that person turned out not to be as attractive as they=20 thought they were while drunk. Guinan was making coffee for the=20 ones who never made it out of the lounge last night, while her staff=20 politely woke them up and asked if they wanted breakfast. In a few=20 cases, Security had to be summoned to carry some unconscious crewmen=20 back to their quarters. Maintenance dutifully cleaned up the mess=20 left by the revelers, not only in Ten-Forward but on several decks=20 inhabited by unmarried personnel, which included not only discarded=20 drink glasses and unfinished food, but quite a few pairs of high- heeled shoes and fancy underwear, not all of it female. Up on the=20 bridge, the Delta team was preparing to go off duty while Data wrote=20 his report on the relatively uneventful night, still wondering why=20 an inebriated crewman had felt compelled to go wandering through the=20 corridors wearing only a red Santa Claus hat and a sprig of=20 mistletoe in his belly button, asking people to kiss him under the=20 mistletoe.=20 Back in the captain's quarters, Picard's headache was finally=20 yielding to the ibuprofen. Relief from the pain was helping him=20 think more clearly, but his worried thoughts about the possible=20 consequences of last night were being constantly interrupted by=20 Riker's tender caresses on his back and sides, supplemented by his=20 gentle stroking of Picard's temples to ease his headache. Just as=20 he was on the verge of falling asleep in his lover's arms, Riker=20 whispered in his ear. "Jean-Luc? Jean-Luc, wake up." The captain roused himself and looked up into his blue eyes. "Yes,=20 Will?" Riker smiled tenderly into his hazel eyes. "How about breakfast?" "Uggh!" Picard groaned. "If you really love me, Will, please don't=20 mention food!"=20=20 "I do love you, and food is exactly what we both need right now.=20=20 Remember, neither one of us had any dinner last night." Picard sighed like a martyr. "Very well, fetch me a cup of Earl=20 Gray tea and some toast. I'll try to force it down." "That's the spirit. I'll get some coffee and toast from the=20 replicator too. When we're finished, you can freshen up in the=20 shower while I try to find you something nice to wear. Then we'll=20 beam down to San Francisco and see where the day takes us." "Yes, I'd like that," Picard admitted softly. "Spending Christmas=20 day with you does sound more appealing than spending it on the=20 bridge, like it was just another day." "I'm sure Data won't mind working another shift. Or even the whole=20 day. Come on, Jean-Luc, let's play hooky together!" Riker urged him. Picard laughed. "I haven't heard that phrase since I was a=20 schoolboy! You do make me feel young again, Will." Riker hugged him. "Like I told you last night, you're not so old.=20=20 And if you feel tempted to dip into the Ch=E2teau Picard again, at=20 least invite me to share it with you." "That was my intention, on the bridge last night," Picard admitted,=20 looking him in the face. "Until you told me that you intended to=20 beam down to San Francisco. I took that to mean that you'd rather=20 be anywhere else than with me." "If you hadn't cut me off to speak to Data, I would have invited you=20 to come with me. Which was MY intention." "Oh, dear. We were speaking at cross purposes, weren't we?" "Let's try not to get our wires crossed again, okay? Let me get our=20 breakfasts and we can talk about what we're going to do in San=20 Francisco." "All right." Picard released him from his embrace and watched him=20 fondly as he crossed the room to the replicator, thinking: //This=20 all still feels like a dream to me, `too flattering sweet to be=20 substantial'. Well, if it is a dream, I hope it lasts all day.=20=20 That'll be my Christmas wish. It would be sweet if it lasted beyond=20 today as well. But however long it lasts, I intend to enjoy every=20 minute.// He smiled like a happy little boy as he watched Riker=20 bending over the replicator, enjoying the sight of his well-shaped=20 posterior in the tight black jeans. "God bless us, everyone!" he=20 murmured mischievously.=20=20 THE END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: