Midnight Snack |
Title: Midnight Snack |
Author: Iocane |
E-mail: iocane@crosswinds.net |
Summary: Galen returns after an unusually long period away from the ship. |
Rating: NC-17 |
Series/sequel: Part fourteen of "Dreams of Silence" |
Disclaimer: Galen, John, the Excalibur, and all related names, places, and people belong to JMS and many |
other people. The story itself is mine. |
Archiving: CDC, WWOBM, Selena's Galen Page, Lady May's Slash Archive, DM's Place, and the Crusade |
Fic Archive all have ongoing permission. Anyone else, please ask. |
Warnings: This story contains explicit M/M sex. |
Notes: First and foremost, thanks to Antoinette for her expert beta'ing, comments, suggestions, motivations, |
and generally beating me over the head until I finished it. :) |
Second, the following notations are used throughout the series |
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Single brackets [] around text indicate personal thoughts. |
Double brackets [[]] around words indicate telepathy. |
Any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated. This is my first planned out story of this scope, so any |
suggestions you have would be wonderful. |
Midnight Snack |
John pulled off his uniform, tossing it into the hamper. He glanced worriedly at the candle for the hundredth |
time that night. [Calm down, John.] he told himself. [He'll be back. He always is. And he said he would be.] |
John slid into bed, pulling the covers up to his neck. Since they'd become lovers, Galen had never been away |
for more than a week at a time. |
Two weeks ago, Galen had left the Excalibur, claiming he needed to rejuvenate. The day with Ms. Jones had |
been far more draining than the technomage had initially anticipated. |
"I have to go, John." The technomage had insisted. "I need to rest, and as much as I wish it were otherwise, I |
can't get the kind of rest I need on the Excalibur, and your duty keeps you here." |
John had simply nodded. He'd once told Galen that he knew the technomage had the freedom to leave when he |
had to. Still, a tiny part of him resented it. Resolutely, he always pushed that part deep down, studiously |
ignoring it. "When will you be back?" He'd asked. |
"I don't know." Galen's voice had been sad, as were his eyes. "I honestly don't know, John. I wish I didn't |
have to go, but I need to replenish my energies." He had tried to kiss his lover good-bye, but John had pulled |
away in a moment of peevishness. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise." |
Now, in the darkness of his quarters, as he had countless times in the past two weeks, John regretted again |
refusing that final kiss. He'd decided that never again would he refuse a kiss from Galen. |
He would never know which one was going to be his last. |
A tear slipped from John's eye as he fell asleep. |
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John was standing beneath a waterfall. As the water cascaded down his naked body, he glanced around. The |
waterfall ended in a large pool with smooth white sand beneath the crystal clear water. In the center of the |
pool was a large flat rock, perfect for sunning. The banks of the pool were lined with smooth grey stones, |
bordering a sweet smelling green grass. John ducked under the water and swam to the rock, pulling himself |
onto it. Laying face down on the warm surface, he could feel the twin suns heating his back. |
A pair of warm hands caressed the backs of his calves, moving up to his thighs. John arched into the hands as |
they stroked his buttocks. The touch was as familiar to John as the lips that grazed the skin of his back. The |
hands ran up John's back and into his hair, massaging his scalp. The strong fingers sent shivers down John's |
whole body, causing him to raise off the rock. An arm slipped under him and a moment later, John found |
himself immersed in water. |
He yelped at its coolness on his sun warmed skin. When he stood, the water lapped at his waist. Turning to the |
culprit, he saw Galen laughing at the expression on his face. Growling, John lunged at him, toppling Galen |
backwards into the water. The two men briefly struggled, with Galen finally getting the advantage. Pushing |
John's back against the smooth rock, he covered the other man's mouth with his own, cutting off any further |
protests. |
John moaned softly, his hands circling Galen's body, pulling his lover closer to him. Galen pulled away, |
allowing John a single intake of breath before attacking his mouth again. His hands moved over John's body, |
caressing every accessible bit of skin, except for the part that most clearly ached for his attention. John ran |
his hands down his lover's body, reaching below the water to find Galen's hard shaft, stroking it slowly. Galen |
arched into the touch, his teeth closing gently on John's neck. |
Tightening his hand, John continued to stroke his lover, watching his face, his eyes. John's other hand fondled |
Galen's balls gently, tormenting his lover. John skillfully sent Galen to the edge, and pulled him back, time and |
again. Finally, he glanced at Galen's blue eyes and saw an almost dangerous desperation. Finally he pushed |
his lover over the edge, watching his blue eyes go wild for a moment. |
Galen panted heavily as he recovered. Looking down, he saw the tip of John's throbbing shaft poking out of |
the water. Grabbing his waist, Galen lifted John from the water easily, setting him back on the rock. The angle |
of John's hips was perfect and Galen surged forward, taking his lover's cock into his mouth and throat in a |
single motion. |
John thrust upwards, amazed that he kept control of himself. For what seemed like hours Galen taunted him. |
He would kiss the length of John's shaft, stroking it slowly while sucking his balls gently. Finally he swallowed |
his lover's cock again, feeling the explosion hit the back of his throat. John arched upwards, his body leaving |
the rock as he climaxed, moaning Galen's name. |
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Breathing heavily, John fell back onto the bed. Before he was aware of it, he felt a pair of lips on his, a tongue |
seeking entrance to his mouth. Reaching his hands up, his fingers found a familiar face close to his. Breaking |
the kiss, he smiled "Galen!" |
"You were expecting someone else?" Galen grinned and kissed the young man again, his hands in John's |
black hair, savoring the silken feel of the strands. |
John kissed Galen thoroughly, realizing that he could taste his essence in his lover's mouth. Looking down, he |
saw a large wet spot on the covers. [[I thought that was just a dream ...]] |
Galen broke the kiss and lay beside John on the bed, rolling onto one side and gazing at his lover. [[It was a |
dream. It was also something more ... It was an apology.]] |
[[For what?]] |
"For staying away so long." He kissed his lover tenderly, pulling him close. |
They made love, tenderly, roughly, countless times that night. As though making up for the days Galen had |
spent away. Their minds remained joined for hours, their souls melding with each other long into the night. |
On its table, the endless candle burned brightly. |