AUTHOR: Babygirl lizlee@star.net

PAIRING: John/D'Argo

RATING: NC-17 graphic m/m oral sex.

SUMMARY: John helps D'Argo to explore his feelings.

NOTES: This story takes place just after the Ep. "Jeremiah Crichton."

DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Henson and the SciFi Channel, and no
copyright infringement is intended by my use of them. The characters may not
belong to me, but the story does. Copyright 2000, Babygirl.

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It had been two days since the incident in the maintenance shaft. John had wanted to talk to D'Argo about it at least a thousand times but was still unsure of how to go about doing it. He hadn't seen D'Argo much since it happened, and although it wasn't unusual, he still worried that D'Argo was avoiding him.

By the end of the third day John had decided that something had to be said. If D'Argo was mad, or offended, or uncomfortable or just didn't notice, John had to know. He was walking down one of the corridors; working up the courage to go to D'Argo's room when he heard his name called out to him. Turning into the maintenance bay he saw D'Argo on the far side seated at his worktable.

"Hey D'Argo, what's up?" he tried to sound as calm as possible despite his racing heart.

D'Argo stood slowly before speaking. "We need to discuss the other day, when we were in the maintenance shaft."

John didn't think it was possible for his heart to beat faster but it did. Still feigning calmness he took a moment to study D'Argo's posture. The Luxan stood very straight and tense with his shoulders back and eyes level. In all he looked very standoffish. John knew that posture all too well; it said "don't infect me with your gayness."

"What did you want to discuss?" John clenched his fists to keep his hands from shaking and was painfully aware of the sweat forming on his upper lip.

D'Argo cleared his throat before speaking. "When we first brought you aboard we needed to study you, to make sure you were who you said you were."

"Yeah, I remember," John huffed. "I didn't appreciate waking up in a cell buck naked."

D'Argo's voice took on a lower, commanding edge. "I noticed that your sexual organs are similar to male Luxan sexual organs so I assume they function the same way."

"What way is that?" John was going to take full advantage of the situation, not giving an inch and letting D'Argo choose the course of the conversation.

"The way it felt against my thigh when we had stopped falling," there was a slight uncomfortable edge to D'Argo's voice. "It felt like you were aroused."

John looked away for a moment, he knew there was no way he could talk his way out of this so he decided to take a chance. "Yeah, I was."

"Why?"

John let out a frustrated chuckle before answering. "It was an accident, okay? It just happened, the circumstances were right and my instincts took over."

"Circumstances?" D'Argo gave him a sideways glance. "Is it instinct for you to be aroused by another male?"

John hated having to hide it. All those years of hiding it and now having to hide it on the other side of the universe was the final straw. "I like men, D'Argo. I can't explain it, I just do and I'm physically attracted to you! If you don't like it then that's fine, I promise I'll stay the fuck away from you!"

With that John turned and stomped out of the maintenance bay. That had not gone at all how he'd planned.

* * * * *

/Oh you fucked up big time, Johnny boy!/

It was a couple of aarns later, John had tried to go to sleep but it was no use. Now, dressed only in his boxers, he was pacing back and forth with his turmoil of thoughts.

/It took you so long to earn his respect now, thanks to Mister Happy and your big mouth, you've gone and flushed it all down the crapper!/

Suddenly there was the sound of someone clearing their throat. John turned to see D'Argo standing in the doorway. He was dressed in his is his black wrap around shirt and loose fitting pants, an outfit D'Argo usually slept in.

John was surprised, to say the least, to see D'Argo standing there. The Luxan looked strangely humbled.

"Hi," John said weakly.

"Can I come in?"

John nodded and D'Argo stepped in just far enough to let the door close behind him.

D'Argo looked cautiously at John before speaking. "What you said, about liking men, is that common in humans?"

John couldn't help letting out a chuckle. "No, it's not common. In fact most humans consider it bad."

"Have you ever acted on your feelings?"

"A few times; I even fell in love once." John suddenly felt at ease saying these things to D'Argo. He noticed the searching in D'Argo's eyes as if he needed to understand all of this.

"If it is considered bad, then why do you do it?"

John shrugged his shoulders. "It's who I am." He then stared hard at D'Argo. "Do Luxans tolerate same sex relationships?"

D'Argo was uncomfortably silent.

"Do you?" John felt he needed to ask.

"I am a warrior!" D'Argo shot out. His eye began to move around the room as if he could no longer look at John.

"What does that have to do with anything?" John was concerned with D'Argo's sudden unease.

D'Argo swallowed hard before speaking. "Warriors are many and at the same time we are one, each is sworn to fight and protect the others. Male and female warriors are kept apart. To form a bond with one warrior.to bed with him means turning your back an all the others. It is considered treason and is punishable by death."

"No gays in the military, huh?" John huffed. "What about among civilian society?"

"It is considered against nature, a perversion."

"Yeah, I've heard that before," John sighed. "Where I come from people like me would have special places where we could find others like us. Were there places where homosexual Luxans gathered?"

"I don't know, I never found." D'Argo eyes filled with horror at what he had let slip out.

D'Argo's words and reaction spoke volumes to John. "Do you have feelings for men?"

"No!" D'Argo quickly shot back but John had a feeling that was a lie.

The two stared at each other for a few moments. John studied D'Argo's face, his exotic features and the shining depth of his eyes. In them he caught the slightest hint of an inward struggle. He wanted to reach out to D'Argo, to reach in and settle the storm behind those eyes. He took a few steps forward and extended his hand.

D'Argo tensed up at John's approach and pressed himself back against the wall. John stopped in mid-motion holding his hand where it was inches from D'Argo's chest.

"It's just me, big guy." John stared at D'Argo doing his best to pour as much emotion as he could in his expression. He was overcome with an intense feeling of tenderness for his Luxan friend. He saw in him the signs of an inner conflict that he knew all too well.

Slowly he moved his hand forward again until his palm rested on the bare surface of D'Argo's chest. The skin was warmer than he expected and his still tense muscles pulled hard under the golden tattooed surface. To finally feel D'Argo shot a rush of exhilaration through John's body like hot spikes of arousal. He wanted to pull D'Argo's cloths off and devour this great beautiful creature but he knew he had to take it slow. D'Argo was teetering on a fine thread, John feared that any sudden move, any advance that D'Argo was not ready for might scare him off.

But D'Argo stayed still and John could feel the muscles under his skin start to relax. After a moment he started to slowly move his hand up D'Argo's chest. His fingers slipped under the soft fabric of the shirt and edged up along his shoulder.

D'Argo's eyes were close and his breathing was deep and calm. John noticed a slight twitch as he laid his other hand on D'Argo's chest and added to the caress. Moving in John spread the fabric of the shirt so he could plant soft kisses along the depression between D'Argo's pectoral muscles.

D'Argo placed his hands on John's waist, lightly at first and then with more certainty. They remained there as if he was unsure where else to put them but soon, and with some timidness, they began to lightly move up John's sides. Suddenly John jerked back as D'Argo's fingers dragged along the tender skin near his armpits.

D'Argo's face took on a look of alarm. "Did I do something wrong?"

John smiled and let out a chuckle. "No, big guy, you just found my ticklish spot, that's all."

"Oh," D'Argo face softened a bit but he still looked uncomfortable, as if he wasn't sure he should really be doing this.

Fearing that D'Argo might get spooked and not want to continue, John slid his hands behind D'Argo's neck and pulled him down slightly. He could feel D'Argo startle as he gently but firmly planted his mouth D'Argo's lips. The kiss started as a soft, gentle kneading then, as D'Argo became comfortable with it; John picked up the pace. It wasn't long before D'Argo was responding to the kiss just as enthusiastically as John was so he crossed the next line by slipping his tongue past D'Argo's teeth at the first chance.

John was surprised at how D'Argo's tongue felt. There was a powerful muscle beneath skin that felt thick and soft. No doubt there must be a great deal of elasticity in the surface skin of D'Argo's tongue to allow him to extend it out as far as he does.

As the kiss continued John untied D'Argo's shirt and opened it up so he could continue to caress his chest uninhibited. D'Argo, in turn, had reached around with both hands and was caressing John's back, feeling and learning each muscle. The two remained for a short time in this gentle exploration but John soon broke the kiss. He was overwhelmed now with his desire to have D'Argo and wanted to initiate the next step.

With his arms still around D'Argo, John took several steps back and pulled D'Argo down on the bed with him. Still holding him, John rolled them both until he was on top and preceded to remove D'Argo's clothes. He took his time, caressing the clothes off rather than pulling them off. He was pleased that D'Argo was assisting him by turning and lifting his body to allow the garments to be pulled free.

Now that D'Argo was naked John took a moment to check him out. The Luxan's body was a dance of well-defined muscles and tendons pulling and stretching under his golden skin. It was a beautiful sight and John was overcome with the need to touch and taste every inch of his body.

Casting a glance down at D'Argo's groin he thought to himself that D'Argo's earlier reference of Human and Luxan male sex organs being similar was a bit of a overstatement. First of all, D'Argo didn't have any balls.

/Well that's not true,/ John thought to himself. /D'Argo has shown us all that he's got a big brass set./

John struggled to hold in a chuckle at that thought. The last thing D'Argo needed was for him to laugh after looking at his cock. Figuratively D'Argo had balls, but what he didn't have were testicles. Instead there was a row of five horizontal ridges on the skin above his cock where pubic hair would have been.

/Okay, Luxans don't seem to have pubic hair and they don't have testicles. I guess if I can get used to the tentacles I can get used to this./

Putting his hand first on D'Argo's stomach John caressed his way down and ran his fingers lightly over the set of ridges. D'Argo responded immediately to the touch by gasping and tensing his muscles. At the same time, the soft ridges rippled for a moment and then stopped. This fascinated John so he repeated the caress. Again the ridges rippled but this time D'Argo groaned slightly.

"How is that?" John whispered as he continued to caress the ridges.

"Oooooh," was all D'Argo could manage to say.

By now D'Argo's cock had gotten significantly harder. John took note of the fact that it was, perhaps a bit larger than most but of similar size and shape of a human cock. The only difference was the row of seven pea-sized lumps that ran along opposite sides of its length. The head was slightly different as well with three head ridges that ran around the tip. It reminded John of a real fancy dildo he saw once in a magazine.

/There are some definite possibilities here,/ John smiled to himself and bent down to take D'Argo's cock in his mouth.

He barely got a taste when he felt D'Argo's hands on his shoulders pulling him back and down on the bed. This worried John for a moment, that perhaps D'Argo was getting cold feet and wanted to stop. He opened his mouth to ask if every thing was okay but the words caught in his throat as D'Argo grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slid them down his legs and off.

Lying back John watched as D'Argo examined his body the same way he had examined D'Argo's. Then D'Argo placed his hand tentatively on John's chest and lightly ran his fingers through his hair. Closing his eyes John reveled in D'Argo's exploring touch which worked steadily down to his stomach and then to his groin. John took a deep breath as D'Argo's fingers brushed through his pubic hair, moving about as if searching. John smiled when he realized that D'Argo was looking for the ridges.

"I don't have any of those.those ridges," John whispered.

"Mivonks," D'Argo answered.

D'Argo then slipped his hand around John's balls, cupping and kneading them slightly. John responded with a groan of his own and then another as he felt D'Argo's mouth on his painfully erect cock. D'Argo moved his lips slowly and delicately over John's cock, tasting every inch of its surface. John's body twitched and shivers at the light, teasing touch of D'Argo's lips.

John was enjoying watching D'Argo as much as he was feeling him. He noticed that D'Argo's saliva seemed thicker and it wasn't long before his cock was glistening with moisture. Then D'Argo closed his mouth over the head of John's cock and extended his tongue. John gasped as he watched it slither down around his member again and again until it resemble a barber shop pole. The long tongue swirled around to the base and continued around to encompass his balls.

John nearly cried out as D'Argo loosened and constricted his tongue in a steady pace at the same time he caressed the head of John's cock with his lips. It was a sensation like nothing John had ever experienced and as his moans increased so did D'Argo's rhythm until John was bucking his hips uncontrollable and pumping his hot release into D'Argo's mouth. When he was spent D'Argo retracted his long tongue and moved up to lie down next to him.

"Oh man," John spoke between gasps. "It's hard to believe you've never done that before."

"I have a good imagination," D'Argo whispered as he snuggled up next to John.

"Oh no you don't," John said, sitting up with a groan. "Not till you've had your share."

He pushed D'Argo down on his back and began licking and nibbling his way down D'Argo's chest. Reaching his groin John swallowed as much of the huge cock as he could at the same time stroking the base with one hand and caressing the mivonks with the other. D'Argo's body rocked and jerked uncontrollably under John's touch. Noticing that D'Argo was unusually quiet, though, he looked up and saw the strain on the Luxan's face. The veins and tendons in his neck were clearly visible and he was gritting his teeth allowing only sharp strangled gasps to escape. John also noticed that D'Argo was gripping tenaciously to the bed sheets. It was as if he was afraid to make a sound and was holding back with all his strength.

Seeing a challenge, John doubled his efforts in an attempt to get D'Argo to let go of that last barrier and cry out. He was rewarded by a gasping groan as one after another the mivonks ridges flattened out as well as the round nubs along the length of D'Argo's cock. Then John's mouth was filled with D'Argo's release that was thicker than semen and had a sugary taste to it. John liked the way it tasted and worked to milk every last bit out of D'Argo.

When there was no more to be had, John stretched out next to D'Argo who lay still with his eyes closed. John noticed a small trickle of reddish black blood on the edge of D'Argo's lip. He couldn't help feeling sad at the though that D'Argo felt that keeping quite was important enough to risk biting his lip until it bleed.

Reaching up with his thumb and forefinger, John pinched and caressed the small wound until his fingers were smeared with clear blood. He then wrapped his arms around D'Argo and softly kissed the tender skin around the wound. D'Argo wrapped his arms around John as well and snuggled up close so their faces were pressed cheek to cheek.

"That wasn't so bad now was it, big guy?" John cooed.

D'Argo was silent and responded with a slight nod.

John reached up with one hand and stroked D'Argo's head enjoying the feel, the smell and the silence of the first truly tender moment in his life since he left earth.

THE END