Title: Too Tired Author: Reesa Series: DS9 Part: NEW 1/1 Rating: [NC-17] Codes: G/B Summary: Julian is too tired to sleep. Luckily, Garak has a plan to help him out. As we all know, Paramount owns the rights to Star Trek and anything and everything connected to it. Me, I've got this story and a brand new job. And let me tell you, Paramount, it was damn hard not to write down Q for a reference. On the one hand, it would have been great fun to see if they really check those things and for them to try and locate him. On the other hand, who knows what Q might say about me. After all, I abandoned him and Picard to write this instead. Oh, who cares, I got the job!!! Yeah, me! Feel free to archive, but make sure my name stays on this. If you should want to share any comments or suggestions, please e-mail me at the above address. My other stories are located at http://people.ne.mediaone.net/skbtf/index.htm. Stop by and visit. Heather Cook gets the credit (or blame) for this story. Way back in October at FriscoN, Heather brought her leather clad Bashir and Garak dolls. Boy, did I ever have fun playing with those two! Of course, Heather and I did get caught playing with them in the back of one of the panel discussions. Hey, it was boring and those leather-clad bad boys were just begging to be posed in various sexual positions. Next time, Heather, we've got to pick a more discrete audience--one who's not going to announce what we are doing to everyone in the room. Heather was great fun to be with, and I wanted to let her know that all that G/B talk did make an impression. So this one's for you, Heather. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Too Tired ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dr. Julian Bashir was tired. Three long days on the Defiant treating patient after patient during a seemingly endless battle. Never ending, never resting. But finally, the battle was over, and he and his crewmates were back home. The patients still needing medical supervision were ensconced in Sickbay under the watchful eye of his staff. His crewmates had long ago retired to recover from the stress and strain of battle. Now it was the good doctor's turn. As Julian walked, staggered really, toward his quarters, he kept repeating his mantra. Shower, food, bed. If he could just make it to his quarters, it would all be his. Shower, food, bed. Every time he said it, it sounded more and more like heaven. Shower, food, bed. Finally, he had made it to his home, now if he could only get the entry code correct. Shower, food, bed. As Julian carefully maneuvered his tired body through his quarters, he decided to combine the first two so he could hurry on to the third. Too bad he couldn't combine all three. Shower with food, then bed. He started stripping off his clothes as he headed to the replicator. Shower with food, then bed. Boots, socks, jacket, and his turtleneck all left scattered in his wake. Shower with food, then bed. Grabbing a sandwich and practically shoving half of it into his month, he continued his shedding all the way into the bathroom. There, around a mouthful of sandwich, he ordered the shower on, hot and hard, just the way he liked it. Gulping down the last bite of his dinner, Julian nearly groaned in ecstasy when the hot water hit his tired body. At this moment, his tired brain considered this most fantastic sensation he could remember ever feeling. At that thought, he looked down and gave a certain part of his anatomy a weak smile of apology. 'Sorry,' he thought, 'Too damn tired even for that.' Finally, Julian managed to dragged himself out of the shower stall and into the hot, steamy bathroom. Bed, bed, bed. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he began drying himself off as he walked back to the bedroom. Bed, bed, bed. With the first two needs satisfied, only one thing was on his mind. Bed, bed, bed, Garak. It took a second for his overworked brain to latch on to the last thought. It stopped him dead in his tracks, both mentally and physically. It took another before he realized that the Cardassian tailor was stretched out on his bed. Naked. There was a naked, Cardassian tailor lying on his bed with what could only be called a come-hither look on his face, and Dr. Julian Bashir had only one thing to say. "Go away, Garak. I'm too tired." And continued his was across the room toward his bed. His wonderful bed. His beautiful, soft, warm bed. Waiting there for him to just fall into it. Now if only the damn tailor would get off the covers, he could bury himself in them and sleep for a week. "Really, my dear doctor, is that anyway to speak to the one who loves you?" Garak practically purred while his eyes roved over his lover. His sharp eyes didn't miss the exhaustion that showed in Julian's eyes and on his face. He could practically see the coil of tension inside of Julian's body. For moment, he felt the urge to pull Julian into his arms and hold him until he fell asleep. Luckily, since he was already lying down, the moment passed quickly. Instead, he decided to give comfort in the only way he could. Ignoring Garak's question, Julian began to try to pull some of the covers out from underneath him. He just wanted enough to curl up in and sleep. After watching him struggle for a minute, Garak decided to be helpful and eased his body up a little bit for Julian to get the covers down. With a grunt that could have meant thanks, Julian practically threw himself on to the bed. Within a minute, he lay flat on his back. One arm was thrown up over his eyes, the other lay limply on his stomach. Garak just lay propped up on one elbow, waiting. He knew exactly what would happen. Same pattern as always. First, Julian would lie absolutely still in the hopes that he would just drift asleep. This never happened. No matter how tired he was, Julian just couldn't let go of the day. Even now, that quick mind of his was sluggishly trying to give him reminders of things to do tomorrow. Now, he'll roll around a bit. Right side first, then the left. A quick roll over on his stomach. Then back to lying on his back. Finally, he'll open his eyes and say, "Damn you, Garak! Cut it out! You're keeping me awake!" Then he would say, "Julian, I'm just watching you sleep. Isn't that what human lovers do when they need to abstain from sex, oh, excuse me, love-making? Watch their lovers sleep and sigh over their beauty and peacefulness." And since Garak had in fact done this on several occasions, he would make sure his sugar-coated voice held just a note of disdain for the practice. No point in letting Julian in on all his secrets. Then Julian would say, "Garak, you don't just watch me try and fall asleep. You lie there waiting like a cat waiting to pounce on her unsuspecting prey." To which he would respond, "Why, doctor, do you really think I would take advantage of you? I'm shocked to hear you think so. Simply shocked. After all this time we've been together. To think that you still don't trust me..." At this point, his rant was cut off by Julian's mouth, kissing him passionately. Nothing like a little argument to give life to his lover. His plan would work perfectly. Once Julian began kissing him, he'd slowly begin to take overt control over the situation. He'd begin by slowly softening the kisses. First, he'd use his tongue to caress Julian's, then trace along the edge of his lips. He'd move down along the jawline and then to the neck. There was a certain spot he had found through a meticulous search that cause Julian to let out a beautiful moan. He'd barely even gave it a pass. No point in wasting it on such a short operation. There'd be time in the future to turn his lover in to mush. From there, he'd work his way down Julian's chest, pausing along the way worship a bit at each nipple. A quick lick, then pull back and send a puff of air over the flesh. Garak loved the reaction this caused. Julian would visibly shiver and his nipple would pucker up. Almost as if it was asking for another touch. But Garak wouldn't. No instead, he'd move over to the side and repeat the process. When he had more time to enjoy himself, he would go back and forth over and over again until Julian was a quivering mass. But there wouldn't be enough time for that type of enjoyment tonight. After that, he'd move down his primary target. Again, because of Julian's state of exhaustion, he'd have to straight on to the main event. No gentle scrapping of his teeth over the head. No long, wet strokes up and down the length of him. No playing with those sensitive balls until Julian was ready to beg for mercy. He loved it when Julian did that. No, this time would have to be fast. He'd lower his month down and swallow him whole with just one stroke . After a very few minutes of quickly lowering and raising his head, he'd feel the tension in his lover grow stronger and his moans grow louder as he tried to fight off the inevitable. He'd fail, of course. Garak was very good at what he did, and just a few strokes later, Julian would climax. And as he climaxed, all that tension would drain away. All those thoughts tugging at his brain, would be silenced. And only then would Julian Bashir finally fall asleep. Dragging himself back from his perfectly planned future, Garak gazed down at his lover lying beside him in bed and came to a realization. His plan may not be as perfect as he thought. Julian Bashir was already asleep. He really had been too tired. A little annoyed at Julian for ruining his scheme, Garak rolled over with his back toward the sleeping human. He managed to lie there for ten minutes before he gave up. Propping himself up on one arm, he watched his lover sleep. "After all," he thought to himself, "No point in wasting a perfectly good opportunity to get this sentimentality out of your system." And as he watched his tired human sleep, the Cardassian sighed. END