Title: The Racquetball Game
Author: Mark Russel Stanley
Contact: mrs260@sk.sympatico.ca
Series: DS9
Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Codes: G/B
Summary: Garak has one too many naughty impulses regarding that little
silver outfit Julian wears to his games.
Warning: m/m sex; PWP. There is not even the pretence of a plot.
Warning #2: Despite its title, contains no actual racquetball. :0)
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of Paramount.
This story is copyright 1998 by Mark Russel Stanley, and protected by
fair use provisions in copyright law. This story has never been and
never will be sold: if you paid money to read this, it has left the
author's control and should be considered stolen.
Feedback: Any and all. Criticism welcome.

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The Racquetball Game
by Mark Russel Stanley

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Garak tried to concentrate on his book. He was supposed to be re-reading
one of his favourites before lending it to Bashir.

His young love was wandering about their quarters, clad in his
racquetball outfit. Garak was discovering that the skin-tight silver
thing was even more alluring than the sight of Julian's nude body.

It came up to his throat in a falsely modest high collar. Every square
centimetre of his flesh was covered save his head and hands. There was
even a double panel in the front which kept the body-hugging stretch
fabric from revealing too much.

It was the combination of modesty and revelation which made Garak follow
Julian's movements. The young human collected his racquet and ball, then
turned to catch Garak's eyes.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"You're staring," the young man murmured.

Garak nodded. "You're beautiful," he explained.

Julian blushed and veiled his eyes, smiling demurely.

Garak drew his eyes over the beautiful body again. This time the double
panelling was utterly useless.

Garak stood and moved to where Julian waited. He kissed the back of
Julian's neck, trailing his hands down Julian's sides.

Julian gasped sharply as he was touched through his clothing.

Garak cupped his rear, moving to kiss the side of his throat, licking
his ear delicately as Garak's deft fingers slipped between his legs to
caress him through the slippery fabric. Garak's left hand slid from his
lips, down his throat, over his chest, tickling his flat belly.

Julian let out a little cry as Garak's hand caressed his hard cock and
his balls.

"Elim, let me take this thing off before --"

"I'll clean it," Garak interrupted.

Julian trembled slightly, sending shivers through Garak's chest. He
looked so beautiful this way, biting his plump red lower lip, cheeks
flushed with hectic colour, chest heaving, pulse pounding... Garak could
feel it speed under his mouth as he bit Julian's throat gently.

"Mmmm..."

The sound went right to Garak's blood. One finger rubbed gently at
Julian's sensitive opening; his other hand squeezed Julian's balls. "Do
you want me to make you come?" he whispered, kissing just below Julian's
ear.

"...yes..."

"Do you have a racquetball game soon?" Garak asked in the same tone as
he continued to fondle the boy through his clothing.

"Miles and I are -- mmm... we're meeting in a few minutes, but..."

"Yes?"

"Oh! I think I can stand to be late."

"Ah." He gripped Julian's penis firmly, pumping it hard until Julian
cried out inarticulately.

Julian clung to Garak as he panted, shaking, recovering slowly. Then,
when he had his breath, he threw himself into a kiss.

Garak smiled as Julian drew back, taking his chin between a thumb and
forefinger. "Now, my dear," he murmured affectionately, "let us find you
something else to wear to your game!"

~~~

The End

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