Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
“They
train men like me the same as those racing hounds, Doctor. I could
smell your secrets before I even opened the door. While you’re telling
me that you have none, your face, your eyes, every single thing about
you tells a different story. You stink of secrets.”
“They
train men like me the same as those racing hounds, Doctor. I could
smell your secrets before I even opened the door. While you’re telling
me that you have none, your face, your eyes, every single thing about
you tells a different story. You stink of secrets.”
You know when you go into a fic for the porn and then it *slaps you in the face with the feels*???? This is that fic. Short and sweet and hot.
Rated: Explicit
Summary: Oh my god, Garak can’t find release because he needs a partner, Julian screamed internally. The ethics review board is going to have me drawn and quartered.
“I’m doing my best, Julian. Keep your shirt on. Or actually, take it off, why don’t you, if you’re so uncomfortable? The rest of us have.” Indeed, the Chief, Sisko, and Jadzia had all discarded their uniforms in an attempt to keep cool. It was all one could do, when one was trapped in an overheating shuttle bay (set for some reason to Cardassian equatorial conditions, a little bug they’d only just come across, and the cause of the extremely high temperature.)
“Erm. That’s alright. I’ll be fine. After all, it’s the rest of you who are doing all the physical labour. I’ll just keep monitoring your conditions.” Julian waved his medical tricorder in the Chief’s general direction.
“Do,” said the Chief, and carried on with his work. He was clad only in his Starfleet-issue boxers, operations gold with “Enterprise D NCC-1701” along the top of his arse and a tag reading “Property of Miles O’Brien” framing the bottom. Though clearly an older pair, and a bit misleading, they were just barely in keeping with station regulations requiring correct and accurate tagging. It was a regulation one agreed to upon entering the station proper.
Flufftober 2021One Shot CollectionFriends to LoversEstablished RelationshipPre-RelationshipIdiots in Lovei love these twoPiningKissingSexual TensionNo beta we die like my intentions to have written Kinktober instead of flufftober
Two idiots make eye contact in an overly crowded replimat.
Kudos and comments are so appreciated and motivating! But I write it cause I love it.
“They
train men like me the same as those racing hounds, Doctor. I could
smell your secrets before I even opened the door. While you’re telling
me that you have none, your face, your eyes, every single thing about
you tells a different story. You stink of secrets.”
Richard Bashir has turned himself in for having Julian genetically enhanced and Julian will be allowed to keep his position in Starfleet. While his parents are packing up their things, he takes a moment to attempt to decompress in the back of Garak’s shop.
