Jean-Luc and Number One
The Enterprise glided through the Milky Way's interstellar medium, writhing sensuously in its snug bubble of warp induced space-time. The bridge viewscreen showed the dim objective, another boring M-class planet with a pre-Kardashev I civilization, griming along on its tenuous biosphere. The blue green atmosphere shone with the refracted light of its parent star. Jean-Luc shifted in his chair and sighed audibly.
"Something wrong, Captain," asked Commander Riker, his full lips circling the words lovingly.
"No, no, Number One," Jean-Luc lied.
"Are you sure, Captain? It seems like you've been pre-occupied lately."
Jean-Luc rolled his eyes and sighed again, his memory teeming with Lieutenant Worf's swarthy embraces of the last few months. He internally questioned the recent withdrawal of the Lieutenant's attentions. The romance had fizzled since the Enterprise had returned from its tour of the Neutral Zone. Worf's member no longer rose to full attention when he visited the Captain's chambers at night. In fact, the Captain had been disappointed more than once at Worf's lack of performance. With the thrill of possible Galactic war averted by scheming politicians of both Federation and Romulan stripes, Worf's vigor in the bedroom had receded with its prospect. Was his cross species desire doomed to fail, like all those other times? The Captain paled at the thought.
"Oh it's nothing Commander. I'm simply going over our current objectives again. Nothing wrong with a little proper planning. Ha ha." Jean -Luc's laughter fell flat and Commander Riker shifted uneasily next to him. Jean-Luc spied Riker with his peripheral vision, stealing a furtive peek of his manly facial hair.
"You know, Number One, perhaps there is something we should review in my ready room. Meet me there in five minutes." The Captain rose and tugged down on his restrictive Starfleet issue uniform, the fabric chafing at his torso, reviving memories he had hoped would soon be forgotten. "Very well, Number One, you have the bridge." Jean-Luc strode the short distance to the swishing automatic doors that shuttered him and his tumescent member away from the bridge's all too prying eyes. Once in the quietude of the Captain's private chamber, Jean-Luc stroked his growing manhood, ripe with expectation of the coming encounter.
"Something wrong, Captain," asked Commander Riker, his full lips circling the words lovingly.
"No, no, Number One," Jean-Luc lied.
"Are you sure, Captain? It seems like you've been pre-occupied lately."
Jean-Luc rolled his eyes and sighed again, his memory teeming with Lieutenant Worf's swarthy embraces of the last few months. He internally questioned the recent withdrawal of the Lieutenant's attentions. The romance had fizzled since the Enterprise had returned from its tour of the Neutral Zone. Worf's member no longer rose to full attention when he visited the Captain's chambers at night. In fact, the Captain had been disappointed more than once at Worf's lack of performance. With the thrill of possible Galactic war averted by scheming politicians of both Federation and Romulan stripes, Worf's vigor in the bedroom had receded with its prospect. Was his cross species desire doomed to fail, like all those other times? The Captain paled at the thought.
"Oh it's nothing Commander. I'm simply going over our current objectives again. Nothing wrong with a little proper planning. Ha ha." Jean -Luc's laughter fell flat and Commander Riker shifted uneasily next to him. Jean-Luc spied Riker with his peripheral vision, stealing a furtive peek of his manly facial hair.
"You know, Number One, perhaps there is something we should review in my ready room. Meet me there in five minutes." The Captain rose and tugged down on his restrictive Starfleet issue uniform, the fabric chafing at his torso, reviving memories he had hoped would soon be forgotten. "Very well, Number One, you have the bridge." Jean-Luc strode the short distance to the swishing automatic doors that shuttered him and his tumescent member away from the bridge's all too prying eyes. Once in the quietude of the Captain's private chamber, Jean-Luc stroked his growing manhood, ripe with expectation of the coming encounter.