AUTHOR: Luvreading (Pamela)
ARCHIVE: Andromeda Uncovered
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them
WARNING: The usual. Some Harper crazy but not much.
NOTE: Never having shaved a man, I'm cheating.
Dylan winced at Beka’s giggles as she joined him in the corridor. He refused to laugh with her or even grin at Tyr's predicament it was funny, or sad, depending on which way you went. "Don't laugh when you see him."
"A bald Tyr." Beka laughed outright. "I can't wait to see it. Andromeda says they're in the mess. Come on."
Dylan hesitated, "Officer's dinning room." He corrected.
"Oh, come on!"
Twelve hours earlier ***
Harper laid down his cards and rested his chin in his hand to wait. But instead of laughing, which usually accompanied his failures he heard dead silence. Looking up he saw everyone starring at his cards. Then he saw the other hands.
Beka groaned and Harper knew he wasn't imagining it. "I won?" He gasped then jumped up. "I won! I won!"
Dylan frowned and motioned for Rommie to do something but the ship's Avatar only stared, unblinking, at Harper as he jumped around Obs like the maniac he was.
Harper stood on the back of the couch to crow but the object tilted and sent him sprawling. "Ouch."
"Serves you right." Andromeda appeared in hologram to glower at him. "You could pretend to be a gracious winner."
"But I never win anything." He pouted.
She shook her head then vanished. "Be good." Her voice floated down to him.
"Yes Mother." Harper grumbled then realized he had to pick his victim. Who to shave? Now this was tough.
Trance? If she was still purple he could have fun with this but she was gold now and frankly still made him nervous. Besides he liked her hair. He'd watched her fix it once and had loved it, watching her brush it forever it seemed. No. Not Trance.
Beka? That could be very interesting. He eyed her and wondered if her hair nanos extended to her pubes. The bet hadn't specified what hair. As cool as it would be to find out, Harper wasn't sure if he should cross that line. Despite what he let everyone think, he did know there was a line not to be crossed, he didn't always know where it was but this time he did. Beka was his friend, a better then sex friend, and he didn't want to mess that up. Not Beka either.
Dylan? He could certainly use with a little shave, wipe that arrogant smirk off his face. 'He thinks I wouldn't dare pick him. He thinks that because he's the Captain then he's immune to loosing. He's not.' But that didn't mean Harper was interested beyond the fact of Brendan being dead. Not that Dylan hadn't earned a little punishment, a little humiliation, and that's all they thought this bet was. No, not Dylan, Harper felt good and wanted to stay that way.
That left Rommie or Tyr. Safe if compulsorily or high risk, once in a life time chance.
Harper walked over to Rommie and kissed her cheek. "I'd like to be buried back home." He grinned. "Near the ocean."
Rommie blinked then nodded understanding and stood as Harper turned to Tyr. "I pick Tyr to be shaved." Harper stated carefully.
Beka choked on her drink spitting it out, all over the table.
Nine hours earlier***
Harper paced outside Tyr's quarters for a good ten minutes before forcing himself to press the call button.
Tyr towered over him when the door opened but then stepped back and let him in. "You took your time."
"I had to get the stuff."
"It took three hours? Frankly I'm surprised you weren't ready in three minutes."
"It's nice to know I still have what it takes to surprise you." Harper looked around the quietly decorated room. "Nice. bedroom's through there?"
"That is not required ..."
"I won."
"I am well aware of that fact." Tyr interrupted him with a growl.
"I won the privilege of shaving the crew member of my choice." Harper stated as he walked to the doorway across from the entry and looked into Tyr's bedroom. "Okay. Um. You might want to shower."
"I will wash after."
"Tyr, cooperate, please." Harper sighed and set the bag he was carrying on the bed.
Tyr eyed him for a long moment then crossed the room. "What are you planning?"
"I'm going to shave you." Harper stated then blushed and reached up to grasped one of his dreads. "But I'd never take these."
Tyr frowned for a moment then realized what Harper meant, then saw the heat in the smaller man's eyes. "You want to shave my genitals?"
Harper gave one of his sarcastic grins. "Think of it as a test. Little ol' me playing around your balls with something sharp."
Tyr could see it, Harper was trying to cover his lust with annoyance. Tyr felt a stirring in the region under discussion and decided to play along. "You do realize what I would do to you if you damaged me."
Harper grinned. "Would I risk a Nietzschean's ability to reproduce?"
"Yes."
Harper laughed. "Okay, so I would, but you made the bet and I won."
Tyr stepped back and pulled off the simple cotton shirt he'd decided to wear for this meeting and tossed it on the chair near by. He watched Harper watch him; the engineer was riveted and, if the increasing lack of looseness in his pants was any indication, which it always was in men, he was aroused by the show Tyr was putting on for him.
His boots came next then he pulled down his pants and slid them off while smiling slightly at the increased speed of Harper's heart rate and breathing. Tyr realized that Harper had been reacting to him in this fashion for some time. What he had put down to a level of fear was actually sexual arousal.
Tyr willed his own arousal down as he straightened and saw the lust Harper couldn't fully cover at the moment. "You will calm down before touching me." Tyr ordered. It had been too long since he'd enjoyed another man but he wouldn't risk injury for it.
Harper nodded as his eyes swept over Tyr. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect. There was a small trail of tiny little curls starting at the base of Tyr's rib cage ... all the way down to the ... Huge. Harper swallowed nervously. If Tyr was that big lax, how big would his erection be? Harper had never taken anything that big. 'No big deal,' he thought. 'Tyr isn't some Dragon Beta far from home and in need of raping some kludge to show his dominance.' Then he saw it twitch and wondered if he should have chosen Beka after all.
"Well?"
Harper pulled his eyes off Tyr's cock and looked up, and up. He could be in real trouble if Tyr turned Dragon on him. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Wanting Tyr was one thing, but actually getting to touch him was something else. He was moving.
Tyr stepped closer and saw the spark of fear so slowed. He ran his ran through Harper's hair and held the back of his neck. "Calm down." He ordered softly. "Don't nod, do it."
"Don't you want to take a shower?"
"I will later." Tyr stated. "I washed after my work out. How do you want me?"
Harper's brain shorted out and his mouth dropped open.
Tyr grinned and chuckled at Harper's _expression then went to the bed and laid down. "Well?"
Harper watched Tyr lay back and stare at him. He was showing, not good. Harper shook himself and opened the little bag. Shaving gel, a few razors, a cloth, lotion, a small mirror, and a set of med gloves.
"Gloves?" Tyr asked watching Harper set out his instruments.
"Well, um ... I brought them in case you know ... your didn't want me to um ... actually touch you."
"I see." And he did. "I am not phobic about close contact with Humans. You don't need them."
Harper flushed and nodded. "I'll need to get a wet cloth to clean you after."
"I'll shower. Why the mirror?"
"So you can see what I'm doing." Tyr thought about this and nodded. "You have given this a lot of thought."
Harper's face was beet red as he rearranged the items. "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes. But you will relax before touching me."
"I'm fine." Harper insisted and tipped the can of gel into his hand. Settling between Tyr's legs he warmed the gel in his hands and started building a lather before reaching out to ... touch. Wow!! He was actually touching Tyr. He ran one hand up the line on hair to the ribs and the other down, to cover the balls. He needed to be careful with the razor but ... He stroked behind Tyr's balls and enjoyed the weight. Sweet.
Tyr spread his legs wider and relaxed as he watched Harper smooth the gel over him. Harper's eyes closed as he fondled his balls and Tyr smiled. The touch was gentle but firm as the engineer learned him. His other hand was moving back to his groin now and curling around the base of his cock. Tyr shifted slightly to look at the front of Harper's pants and the smaller man let his head fall back as he groaned.
Tyr could see the hard bulge and smiled as Harper swayed slightly as he messaged Tyr, lost in his pleasure. Tyr leaned up fully and pulled Harper's head to him. The movement brought the smaller man around but Tyr didn't let him fear. "Come." He breathed and kissed him deeply as he stroked the front of Harper's pants. "Come for me."
Harper's eyes lost all focus as he obeyed the gentle command and firm squeeze and came then and there.
Tyr caught him as he swayed dangerously and smiled as he recovered quickly. "I'm flattered."
Harper blushed. "I ah..."
"You come quite nicely." Tyr kissed him. "But you might want to remove your clothing."
Harper shook his head. "I'm ..."
"You just came in your pants." Tyr nodded. "Get undressed then come finish what you started. Go on."
Harper blushed but got up. His hands were covered in lather but Tyr grinned at his hesitation. He shivered at Tyr's promise of "We can wash later." and stripped naked without further thought.
Tyr openly inspected Harper's body as he returned to the bed and nodded approval. He was slight of build but he wasn't without endorsement. Tyr was going to enjoy him thoroughly.
Harper knelt between Tyr's legs again, licked his lips then took up the first razor. "Ready?" He asked then started on the line from Tyr's ribs first, wiping the lather and hair off the razor onto the dry cloth and smoothing the shaved area with his hand.
Tyr relaxed as Harper worked, he was careful and meticulous. Slowly the hair around his cock vanished. Harper gripped him gently, moving his cock to access the flesh around it. He had a nice touch, firm but gentle, competent.
Harper didn't want to let go of Tyr's cock when he was finished around it but had to. He pulled his grip up, toward the head and used his second hand to stroke the base, as if he was looking for missed hairs. He took more time then he needed to but .... finally let go, earning a slight growl from Tyr. Tyr cock had definitely responded to his touch and Tyr had kissed him but Harper wasn't going to get his hopes up, well not too up anyway.
Harper shaved under the shaft then concentrated on the balls. Tyr shifted and spread himself wider to give Harper better access. Watching him work was strangely erotic.
Perhaps it was the engineer in the smaller man that made him so thorough, but Tyr couldn't think of a reason for Harper's waste of the razors. Tyr wasn't hairy by comparison to some men he'd seen but Harper used all three razors by the time he was done.
Harper knee walked back and stood not wanting to take his eyes off Tyr. "I'll get a wet cloth," He breathed.
"A shower would be better." Tyr rolled to his feet and stood. "Come, you can check and make sure you didn't miss anything." Tyr looked down Harper's body and smiled then turned toward the bathroom.
Harper started to follow but suddenly felt like an eager puppy looking for scraps. He'd been there and didn't want to go back so looked for an excuse not to follow. The toilet bag worked and he cleaned up his mess then heard the shower. Tyr called him and Harper followed. "Go ahead. I'm just cleaning up."
Tyr eyed him for a moment then waited for Harper to finish then pulled him into the shower. "Why the stall?"
Harper gasped then shrugged and grabbed the wash gel. "It might sting a little."
"You were very careful." Tyr stated then held out a sponge for some gel and worked up a lather before beginning to wash.
Harper stood back and watched Tyr run the sponge over his body, neck and chest, arms, back of the neck and shoulders, stomach and lower back and ass, oh yeah. Harper was moving before he realized it. He took the sponge and rubbed it across Tyr's back and down over his ass, what a beautiful ass. Down and around those thighs to the knees and calves and feet.
Harper was kneeling before he realized how much he didn't want Tyr to like this position. He was just about to jump up and run when Tyr pulled him to his feet and against him.
"So, did you find any hairs?"
"Huh? Oh, I ..."
Tyr grinned and let him go. "Make sure you found them all." He instructed then squatted a little and spread his legs.
Harper knelt and stroked him, looking for hairs. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' He thought. He wanted to taste him, fuck, and be fucked by him but he could only ... To hell with that. 'He can only beat me senseless or kill me.' He leaned in and tongued the slit.
"Yes." Tyr groaned.
Harper shuddered and swirled his tongue around the head then sucked gently. "Tyr?"
"Don't stop." Tyr moaned.
Harper smiled against the throbbing cock then nuzzled it and got to work. Kissing his way down to the base he licked back up and nibbled just below the head before sucking it into his mouth. Slow and shallow at first, until Tyr was shaking, then he gripped the base and sucked with a vengeance.
Tyr shouted his approval as he strained to keep his position. He braced against the wall of the shower and watched Harper's head bob on him. He refused to wonder where Harper had learned to be so good at this and thrust into that talented mouth until he couldn't hold back any more.
Harper felt the tension build and swallowed as Tyr came.
Seven hours earlier***
Harper blinked slowly as a hand stroked his hip and thigh. His world was still a little out of focus but he felt good. Sore but good.
"I've never had a lover faint before." Tyr whispered at his ear before licking it as his hand traveled to Harper's newly shaven groin.
"I didn't faint." Harper objected. "I just ... I was resting."
"You fainted."
"I don't faint!" He pouted and shifted onto his back to look at Tyr. "Ow." He jerked his ass off the mattress then blushed and rushed onto his other hip. "Christ, I won't be sitting for a week."
"You will adjust." Tyr promised then kissed him slowly.
"That sounds like we'll be doing this again."
"I would like to." Tyr admitted. "If you have no objections."
Harper blinked at Tyr's words then saw the softness in his eyes. "I'm not damaged or demented."
"No, but you are engaged in sexual relations with a Nietzschean." Tyr stated. "Will you tell me you were never caught?"
Harper sighed tiredly. "I was caught ... a few times."
Tyr pulled him close and stroked his back. "Take your time."
"I'm okay."
"Do you want to continue what we have started?"
"Sex is good."
Tyr lifted Harper's chin and forced him to meet his gaze. "You have proven a willingness to risk for gain. Is sex all you wanted to gain?"
Harper swallowed. "I'm not sure what else there can be. I've never really thought about more." 'Way to go, tell him you've been dreaming of him.'
Tyr nodded. "Then, would you care to consider it while we have sex?"
Harper's cock sprang to life at that and he grinned then frowned. "I don't think my ass can take any more right now but can we stay like this for a while?" He blushed.
Tyr kissed him slowly then nodded. "If you wish, perhaps later you could make me sore."
Harper gaped. "You'd let me ... ?"
Tyr laughed.
*** Back to the Present
Beka stifled her giggles as the doors opened and they walked into the dinning room.
"Oh, come on." Harper complained.
"Drink it." Tyr ordered. "It is good for you."
"You're going to get all bossy aren't you." Harper sniffed the glass of orange liquid while standing at the counter.
Beka walked over and looked at the glass. "Payback?"
Harper shrugged and sipped the liquid then drank it.
"Where is he?" Beka whispered.
"Did you want something specific?" Tyr asked as he appeared from behind the refrigerator.
Beka frowned at Tyr's full head of hair. "I thought you lost the bet."
"So did I." Tyr set a plate in front of Harper then forked a huge waffle onto it and spooned some fruit on top. "But I believe I actually won."
Harper flushed and smiled shyly.
Beka stared at them then shook her head. "You were supposed to get shaved, remember?"
"I remember." Tyr nodded and arranged his own plate. "I did get shaved." He grinned at Harper.
"Then why aren't you bald?" Dylan asked flatly.
Tyr smiled slowly and Harper grinned. "Oh, Tyr's definitely bald all right."
Beka frowned at them then gasped. "You shaved his ..."
Dylan dropped his coffee.
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