The Standard Tuesday Night Date was a cheap movie, pizza, and sex. So Pendrell and Courtenay watched Toy Story, ate a Domino's mushroom and green pepper on thin crust, and got naked in Courtenay's bedroom.
After some enthusiastic kissing, a little roughhousing, and a good amount of serious fondling, both men felt quite worked up.
"Daniel..." Courtenay addressed the words to Pendrell's navel. "Daniel, are you listening to me?"
Pendrell writhed beneath him. "Court, that tickles--stop it!"
One more lick, then Courtenay crawled up his lover's body and spoke against his neck instead. "Did you like the blowjob I gave you yesterday?"
The memory pulsed warmly through Pendrell. "Mmm...yes, I did."
"And how about that fibre analysis I did today? Wasn't I efficient, innovative, and brilliant?"
"You were." Pendrell nuzzled the top of Courtenay's blond head, wondering where this was going.
"I went to that cartoon movie with you. I bought you the Ben & Jerry's Wavy Gravy. And I fixed your car."
"Fishing for compliments? You're a brilliant scientist, a gifted mechanic, a wonderful human being, and you give good head. How's that?"
Courtenay sucked down Pendrell's earlobe, then released it. "Actually, I want a favour."
Pendrell shivered at the touch. "Ask away. I'm feeling receptive."
"So am I."
"What?"
"Fuck me, Blue Eyes. Remember I'm a man of more than just one orifice."
Pendrell sighed and his shoulders dropped a little. "Jer, you know I don't really want to--"
"And you know I *really* want you to." Kiss just below his ear. "Come on, I deserve a treat." Kiss sliding along his jaw. "It's not so bad." Kiss tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You'll have fun." Tongue opening him up, mouth pulling at his own. Then Courtenay released him.
"I won't do it without--" Fingers pressed against his lips.
"I have the latex, I have the slick, I took a shit and a shower." Courtenay grinned, shark-like. "I'm ready. You're able. Are you willing?"
Overwhelmed as usual, Pendrell smiled. "I can't say no to you. I'm willing."
Courtenay bussed him noisily. "Then let's begin. Stuff is in the drawer, start me with the small dildo to loosen me up a bit. Nobody's fucked me in the ass for a while and I'm out of practice."
"How do you want to do this?" Pendrell resigned himself. He wasn't sure why he found anal sex unappealing, but there it was. Anything for Courtenay, though.
"Classic buttfuck." Courtenay rolled onto his knees and elbows, ass in the air. A nice ass, Pendrell noted, rounded and sunlamp-tanned, tempting to touch. He leaned over and took a substantial bite, worrying a bit with his teeth before he let go.
Courtenay shivered. "Oh, I like that. Are we starting?"
Opening the drawer, Pendrell got out the slick and condom, and fished in the back for the dildo. It was bright pink and he wondered if it glowed in the dark. He slathered on the lube and placed the tip of it against Courtenay's anus. "Ready?"
"Give it to me already." Courtenay wriggled his ass a little. Pendrell slowly pushed the shaft inside and worked it gently.
"How's that?"
"Just a little...mmm...more...OK, good. Give him to me."
"'Him'?" Pendrell pulled out the dildo and set it down.
"Dead-Eye Dick. Dan'l Boone. Little Tesla. Whatever the hell you call your cock."
"Strange as it may seem to you, Jerry, I haven't named it."
"We'll take care of that later, Danny Boy. Now on with show."
"Uh, Jer, what with all the talk and everything...um...Dan'l Boone seems to be experiencing some lack of confidence."
In one fluid motion, Courtenay raised himself and took the softening cock into his mouth. A few skilful movements of lips and tongue and Pendrell felt his erection return in force. Courtenay pulled back and took the condom from Pendrell's fingers, rolling it on with finesse. Then he turned and presented himself again, leaving Pendrell to take care of the slick.
Here goes nothing, Pendrell thought, and kneeling up, he started the inward journey. It was hot and it was tight. And it felt pretty good, actually. The pressure on his cock as the head slid past the gripping muscle shot straight up to his brain and diverted processing power from thinking to fucking.
When he was all the way in, he paused a moment. What was he supposed to do now? Right. Reaching around, he took Courtenay's cock in his hand and stroked it back to weeping hardness.
"Fuck me already, Blue Eyes." Courtenay shimmied back against him. "Fuck me and tell me I'm your bitch."
Pendrell began to thrust, trying to find a good rhythm, and keep his hand working on Courtenay's cock.
"Bitch," Courtenay gasped. "Say it, say 'bitch'."
Oh God, one of these today. "You're my bitch, Jerry," he said. "My little bitch who likes to get fucked." He tried to talk and thrust and stroke, all while his own cock clouded his mind and slowed his response time. In and out, in and out.
"Come on, Daniel, you fuck like a girl."
Pendrell stopped mid-thrust. "And how many girls have you been fucked by?"
"Two or three. And they were better at it. Try to put some oomph into it, will you?"
You fuck like a girl. The final insult. There comes a time in a sensitive young scientist's life when he must cast off Spock and take on Kirk. Pendrell's time was now.
Leaning forward, he grabbed a fistful of blond hair and yanked Courtenay's head around to face him. "Listen to me. You are my bitch, my little slut bitch, and I'm going to fuck you hard and you are going to take it. And that's all I'm going to do. If you want your dick touched, touch it yourself. I don't care. And *you* are going to talk for *me*. You are going to tell me who you are and what you want and if I don't like it, I'll stop." He let go and slapped Courtenay's ass. The blow stung his palm. He slapped it again, then drove into Courtenay with as much force as he could muster, pulling out as far as he could, then slamming in again almost to the hilt.
Courtenay moved to meet each thrust, one hand gripping his own cock, and a stream of babble poured out of him. "Bitch I'm your bitch fuck me fuck me hard give it to me fuck me slut I'm a slut bitch give it I'm a slut fuck me..."
Pendrell's balls smacked against Courtenay's ass with every stroke. He continued to slap at Courtenay's buttocks and thighs as he pounded his cock into the heat and darkness. He thought he heard a voice inside his head: divert all power to life support systems. Who cared? He was man and he was fucking and nothing else mattered.
"...hard hard give it to me hard fuck me fuck your bitch slut fuck hard harder harder bitch fuckmefuckmefuckme--" Courtenay broke off into a strangled cry as he came. Pendrell continued to thrust and felt the contraction pulling at him, pulling him to orgasm, pulling something out of him...
It was over. Pendrell bent down and kissed the base of Courtenay's spine, then carefully slid out and divested himself of the condom. Spock was back. He stretched out on the bed, exhausted and amazed at himself.
Courtenay reached over and chucked him under the chin. "Who's a toppy boy, now? Are you my toppy boy?"
"You just be careful. I know some untraceable poisons."
"You wouldn't poison the mouth that sucks you, would you?"
"I might. If you keep calling me that."
"Toppy boy."
"Bitch."
"Ooh, are we going to do it again? I've got some duct tape in the kitchen."
"If I tape you to the bed, can I watch TV?"
"Only if you sit on my face while you watch." Courtenay nuzzled playfully into Pendrell's cheek.
"Then no tape. Pass the remote."
"Yes, master," Courtenay simpered and handed it over.
"Shut up." Pendrell turned on the TV.
"Toppy boy."
"Bitch."
So they spent the rest of the evening boldly going a few places they had not gone before, while Star Trek flickered unwatched at the end of the bed.
FINIS