Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve - Popping the Question

Giotto opened the door to his quarters to find Eisul standing there with a bouquet of flowers. He smiled and let him in. Eisul stepped in and handed him the flowers. Giotto took them and gave him a kiss. 

“I have missed you, my love.”

“I missed you too,” he replied to Eisul. He moved over to the replicator and ordered a vase with water. Once he had it, he set it on the table with their dinner. Eisul walked over and sat down at the prepared table. Giotto poured them some wine and sat down as well.

“Everything looks delicious.”

“Thanks. I figured since the mess hall would be busy and you were off tonight as well, we could have dinner together.”

Eisul smiled and served them the food. They dug in and started eating. They eat in a companionable silence and once they were finished they sat back with a sigh. “That was so good.”

“I know. I was able to get some fresh ingredients from New Vulcan, but the meat was replicated.”

Eisul smiled at him, “It was still delicious. How was your day?”

“It went well. Went over all the paperwork that was needed to be completed on my end for having the Orion prisoners sent back to Earth for their trial.”

“Were they able to get anything from them?”

“No,” Giotto frowned. “They seem to be more afraid of whoever hired them than us.”

“I wonder how they were able to get to the planet at all without our scanners picking them up.”

“Probably the same way they were able to move around the ship without our scanners catching them.”

“Aren’t the Romulans the only ones with cloaking technology?”

“Yes, but I’m sure Admiral’s Archer and Pike along with rest of the Admiralty have figured that one out.”

“I’m sure they have. Those two miss nothing.”

“True. I have desert. Do you want to have some coffee and dessert over on the couch?”

“Sounds good. What is for dessert?”

“Key Lime pie. It’s a weakness.”

“I’ve never had that before.”

“It’s a pie made with lime juice in it.”

“Well, lead the way.”

Giotto snorted and shook his head. He led him the few feet to the couch where the pie and coffee cups and carafe was sitting. Giotto poured them both a cup and cut them a piece of pie.  Eisul picked up a fork and took a small bite. 

“Oh my. This is so good. I can see why you like it.”

Giotto let out a small moan as a piece melted on his tongue. “I don’t just like it, I love it.”

“As much as you love me,” he teased.

“Well, not as much as I love you.” He took another bite of pie.

“I will be staying on the ship as you know working with Ambassador Nexi.”

“I’m glad. How did the Ruling Council take it?”

“They were in agreement to it. I won’t be really missed as I am from a minor house.”

“Oh. Since he will be living now with Uhura, will you have his former quarters to yourself?”

“Well, yes. But I did want to ask you a question?”

“What is it, Eisul?” he asked as he set down his now empty plate. He picked up his cup and took a sip.

“I wanted to ask for your hand. Will you marry me?”

Giotto started choking on his coffee. “What?” he gasped out.

Eisul cleared his throat and asked him again, “Will you marry me?”

Giotto moved over next to him and grabbed his head in his hands. “Yes!” and slammed his mouth onto Eisul’s. Eisul wrapped his arms around his waist and returned the kiss. They drew back panting and gazed at each other.

“I was so worried that you’d say no.”

“Why?”

“I knew that you loved me but wasn’t sure if you would be ready to get married.”

“Well not right this minute, we’ll have a long engagement.”

Eisul chuckled as he leaned back in for another smoldering kiss. He moved his hands under Giotto’s shirt and slide up his back marveling over the smooth skin and strong muscles. “How ‘bout we move this to the bed?” he whispered in a husky voice.

“Yes,” he gasped out. He stood up and grabbed Eisul’s hand and drug him over to his bed. He let go long enough to start stripping off his clothes. Eisul enjoyed the show as he started removing his clothes as well. Once they were both naked they wrapped their arms around each other and fell onto the bed kissing and rubbing their hands over the others bodies mapping smooth skin and hard muscle.

***LEMON***

They rolled back and forth kissing and touching, suddenly Giotto found himself on his back being pressed into his mattress. “I’m going to fuck you, Barry. I am going to fuck you so hard that you will feel me for days.”

Giotto moaned at his words. He could feel his dick twitch at his words. He moaned and tried to press up against him. “Please,” he moaned. “I want to feel you.”

Eisul smiled and leaned down and started kissing his neck down to his shoulder. Eisul stuck his tongue out for a taste and moaned at how delicious Barry was. Eisul thought that Giotto was the most delicious treat he had ever tasted, including the key lime pie that they had for dessert. He continued licking, kissing and sucking his way down his body to his chest. He looked at the two pink nubs that adorned a sculpted chest. The man was built, all muscles and golden skin. He moved to one pink nipple and started sucking on it. He used his lips to latch on and pull at the nub. Giotto gasped and arched up into his mouth and thrust his hands into Eisul’s hair.

“Eisul,” he moaned.

Eisul moved over to the other nipple and repeated the same torture making it all puffy and bright red as well. He continued down to his abdomen, tracing his sixpack with the tip of his tongue. Giotto gasped and tightened his grip on his hair and yanked. Giotto moaned again, an aching sound, and pushed his erection against Eisul’s chest, drawing his attention down.  The glistening moisture seeping from the head caught his eye, attracted his tongue, and tasted as rich as he looked. Hands combed restlessly through his hair, clutching firmly guiding him further down along the length of flesh.  His hunger led him to urgently lick along the slickness, engulf the contradiction of soft skin and hard muscle down his throat.  The moan above his head broke into a shattering cry as Giotto arched beneath him, Eisul swallowed deeply as Giotto came. He tasted smoky, dark, salty and bitter, but sweet at the same time; the flavor was addictive.  The hands that had been pulling now petted him. Long luscious thighs parted as Eisu moved between them. He sucked two fingers into his mouth and got them nice and wet. He removed them from his mouth and placed them against his pink hole. He rubbed gently over his hole and smiled when he heard Giotto moan in pleasure. He saw his cock twitch on his stomach as it lay in a cooling pool of cum. He slowly pressed one finger in and stroked his inner walls as he rubbed the second finger along the outside of his hole. He pulled out his finger and then slide two in. Giotto who was so blissed on the pleasure of his first orgasm he hardly noticed the sting of the two fingers that were twisting and scissoring him open or the stretch of the third finger entering. 

He shouted out and arched when Eisul stroked over his prostate. Eisul smirked and continued rubbing over his nub and listened to the sweet noises that Giotto was making.

“Eisul, please. If you don’t get in me know…” he growled in frustration.

He shifted closer and spit in his hand and rubbed it over his straining cock. He gripped the base of his cock to keep from climaxing as he placed the head against Giotto’s gaping, twitching entrance. He pushed until the head was past the guardian muscle with a pop. Giotto pushed back until Eisul was seated fully inside of him. Giotto moaned at the full feeling, so full and Eisul was so big. He pushed back letting him know that he could start moving. Eisul pulled back until just the head was still inside of him and then slammed back in. Giotto arched in pleasure and moaned loudly.

Eisul kept slamming into him as his balls slapped against his ass. He was so tight and hot and it felt like a furnace with the silken heat of him. He smiled as he heard the cries coming out of his mouth for “more,” “harder,” and “faster.” He picked up his paced and could feel his balls start to tighten. He reached down and grabbed Giotto’s cock and started stroking in time with his thrusts. Giotto threw his head back and screamed out Eisul’s name as he came all over his head and his stomach.

“Barry,” he cried out as he felt his muscles clamp down so tight on his cock it felt like his orgasm was being sucked out of him. He collapsed on top of him panting and still holding his cock. “Are you okay?” he panted out.

“I think you broke me and my butt,” was the reply.

Eisul laughed and slipped out of him. They both hissed as Eisul slide free and laid down next to Barry.

***END LEMON***

“I love you, Eisul.”

“I love you too.” He leaned down and pulled up the covers. He wrapped his arm over Giotto’s waist and they slipped off to sleep.