Kintsugi

Posted on Wed Nov 22nd, 2023 @ 9:20am by Captain Samuel Woolheater & Consul Andrinn Orin

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: USS ELYSIUM - DECK TWO
Timeline: MD1: 1000 hours - SEVERAL WEEKS AGO
4108 words - 8.2 OF Standard Post Measure

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It took Sam a good twenty-minutes to make it from deck thirty-two, "Marine Country" to deck two. The turbolifts were slow and overloaded. When he reached deck ten, he got off the lift and figured that he could walk faster than it could move. He exited the maintenance ladder onto deck two and looked around. Like much of the ship, it could use some TLC and a whoooooole lot of windex. Sam was looking for Andy and it wasn't long before he found him.

Andrinn was picking up the pieces of broken pictures and plaques. He was wiping off the big desk in his office. Not all the lights worked, there were scorch marks on the walls and some of the doors...weren't there anymore.

But Andrinn was.

"I'm not disturbing you am I?" Sam asked as he stood just inside the doorway to the big office.

Andrinn was in his own little world and couldn't think straight. All he could think about was the people that were lost when the filament hit the ship and down there on that ice planet. Andrinn heard a voice coming from behind him and he looked back in the doorway to see that Sam was standing there in all of his glory.

Walking from his desk to where Sam was standing, Andrinn just squeezed Sam close for a moment without saying a word. Honestly, Andrinn wasn't sure what he could say to make anything better at that moment, but he was sure glad to see Sam.

Just shaking his head while he held onto Sam, Andrinn whispered, "You could never disturb me mister. I'm just glad to have a friendly face for once. I know a senior officer shouldn't be showing this emotion in an open space, but I don't care right now. I'm just glad you're off that planet and safely back onboard."

Sam took a few steps towards Andrinn; to close the distance between them sooner and welcomed Andrinn's embrace. Nothing was said with words. The inaudible language of love between them needed no words. Sam squeezed him back and closed his eyes. The sound of the quiet, mostly quiet ship was refreshing. Sam held Andrinn firmly, happy to know that he was safe and sound. He recognized that he had grown accoustomed to Andrinn's scent. Andy had a smell that was unique to him. Hard to describe. Like a warm summer evening in the mountains. A crackling fire, humid just before the stars come out. The anticipation before gathering around a campfire - that's what Andrinn smelled like to Sam.

He had washed his hands inthe melt water before leaving the surface. Sam's beard was thick now. He kept it trimmed as best he could with grooming scissors but he was looking forward to a real shave again. He listened as Andrinn whispered to him. He wore a jacket that had his last name 'WOOLHEATER' stitched military style onto the left upper chest area. It was worn now, well worn after so many months the green and grey stiching was loose.

Sam took Andrinn's face and cupped it in his hands. He said nothing but just looked at his handsome features and smiled back at him. With his thumbs, he caressed Andy's cheeks. His index fingers he felt his temples. His eyes met his with loving tenderness. Sam whispered back to him, "I have missed you all day. I was thinking about you. Wondering...what did you find? Are you sad? Are you happy? Are you...thinking about me too? I couldn't wait to take a break and see how you are doing."

Then he tilted Andrinn's head gently forward and kissed him on his forehead. Then, letting his left arm down by his side, with his right hand he moved a lock of Andrinn's thick, dark hair behind his ear. Meeting Andrinn's gaze again, Sam pulled him into a deeper kiss. He said, after the kiss was over, "You both needed that" he said with a stupid, happy grin as he flicked his fingers to where the symbiant lived inside Andrinn.

Sam said, "I could use a hot shower and shave off the whiskers. I was kinda thinking of just living in a hot shower...till we got home? I don't want to shiver again as long as I live. Plus...I'd kinda like to see you...all...naked like. Y'know?" He was so suggestive.

"Well, I know I like seeing you all naked too. We'd have to have some time to ourselves sometime, you know?" Andrinn replied back, a small crease in his lips forming to help him smile a bit. His arms wrapped around Sam's torso and made sure to keep Sam close to him, so that Sam couldn't and wouldn't go running off anywhere too quickly, especially since Sam was extra warm at that exact moment.

Sam smiled and returned the warm hug. They just stood there in an embrace for a bit. The outside light of the corridor causing a silhouette from inside the darker office. They had been through so much together. Seeing all kinds of creatures that day on the expedition and the days that followed. Samuel felt really lucky to have someone to come home to every night or every morning. It made a big difference in his ability to deal with the everyday bullshit that cam with living on an icy, cold planet. They had talked about what was one of the first things they were going to do when they got back to th ship. Now that they were here; as god as a hot shower was going to feel, this felt better. Being in a tent for ten months, on an ice world, in close proximity to other people in tents was not exactly conducive to getting on with 'the nasty' as Sam would call it.

Andrinn didn't want to speak too much at that moment, as he just wanted Sam to hold him. However, something washed over Andrinn as he looked into Sam's eyes and he kissed Sam gently, softly. It wasn't something that could be described, but he was happy that Sam was there...that he was there. That the two of them were together and it was quiet more than a moment and that moment was all theirs.

"MMmm hmm! Now....you are one fine man Andrinn. You fine!" he said with his eyes narrowed and his fingers interlocking with Andrinn's. "I am so lucky to be seeing you man. And hey? You're getting a three-fer deal dating me. A comedian"...he kisses Andrinn..."...a mental patient..." (he kisses him again)..."and...a porn star..." (he kisses him a third time).

Andrinn kissed Sam back and allowed the kiss to linger for a moment each time. On the third and final kiss, Andrinn smiled as he whispered back to Sam, "Well, I think it's the spots. They mix well with your whiskers because they're just such a match, ya know? Something....but I'm just glad that I've got a good looking man in my life and I can't wait until we get a little bit of time to spend together...alone....later on."

Sam bit his lower lip, smiling and nodded. He was so happy. He gave Andrinn one more squeeze and let him go. "So? You need some help? I'm on lunch right now anyway."

Waving his hand around to show everything that had happened in the Diplomatic Corp on Deck Two, Andrinn chuckled before replying, "Well, if you're a miracle worker, I'd love to see what you can do Mister. The Engineering and Operation teams have been working on getting us something set up temporarily, but I don't know when or where that might be. My office is a mess and...yeah. We're back on the ship."

Sam started by righting up a tipped over table. It was a very nice piece of furniture that had somehow survived the filament. Not a scratch on it. Grabbing a rag and some polish, he set about wiping it down. "Seems to me...that most diplomatic...stuff...negotiations...don't need a desk, a fancy office and all that...y'know....bling?" He stood up and started wiping down a ledge near a wall and fixed a light that was buzzing away too. "Seems to me, a bottle of Saurian brandy or even Romulan Ale, couple three glasses and the truth is all that you need. Maybe a handshake at the end to keep it all...legal?"

"Aren't you a bit young to be enjoying Saurian Brandy and a bit too far outside the former Romulan Empire to be enjoying Romulan Ale? Plus, if you're going to be getting a nice buzz in for diplomats and you want something green, you grab the Aldebaran whiskey out of storage. That's something that can you get you feeling....quite well after a glass or two," Andrinn replied back, watching Sam try to clean up the area around his desk and giving Andrinn some bling.

He grinned back playfully, "In storage you say? Aldebran whiskey? Needs to be liberated. You think it survived the crash?" he asked, his interest picqued.

Pointing to one of the cabinets in a nearby corner of the Main Diplomatic Complex, Andrinn replied, "Yeah, we keep all sorts of liquors in storage for all sorts of diplomatic reasons. Heck, I actually had to pull out some Romulan Ale out a few months ago on my last posting for a former Romulan Tal'Shiar agent. That was a fun conversation."

Sam pulled on a conference table to pull it out from against a bulkhead. One end of the nice center conference table was completely smashed. The wooden planks splintered like so many tooth picks. The table groaned as Sam pulled it out and away from the wall, it got stuck. He pulled harder and then with a stong pull. dislodged the table from whatever was in the way. At that moment, one of the transparent aluminum cabinets that held the trophies and accolades from the Elysium's Diplomatic past tipped forward. It had been damaged by the filament but, until now, was being propped up by the conference table. When that was no longer there, it fell forward and popped open. A rather plain looking polished, ceramic urn spilled out and smacked onto the busted conference table and shattered into many pieces and an ashy substance spilled out.

Sam saw the ceramic urn fall and immediately stopped muscling the table out but it was too late. His blue-eyes went wide with an "Oh SHIT!" look. There was nothing he could do but watch it happen in slow motion. He felt really bad now. But you wouldn't know that because the first thing out of his mouth was, "Aww shit! I hope that isn't somebody's gramma!"

Andrinn hatched a plan really quick. He slowly walked over to the pot and picked up one of the cracked pieces, slowly looking it over, and started to sniffle a little bit. "That was the urn.....of my late father.....I'm so sorry dad...." Andrinn said, sniffling a bit more to keep the whole thing going.

~Oh no!~, Sam thought to himself. He immediately felt worse. And he knew that he had screwed up. It was a sick, empty kind of feeling that cut into him like a knife. He wanted to go find and then hide in a hole. He couldn't see Andrinn's face but he could hear him in tears. He let go of the table and took three steps back from the table. His hands went to his head on either side of his head aNd he grimmaced. ~Oh no!~ he said again with his inner voice. He kicked himself, mentally, internally as he thought about how he was going to apologize and make this right. He ran his fingers through his short cropped hair and still took one more step back. Sam felt about two inches tall and he felt himself blushing red with embarassment.

"I...I'm....Andrinn....I'm sorry. I didn't see this. I-I'm so sorry..." Sam felt so guilty and so bad. "I didn't mean too. I'm sorry...I pulled too hard...I'm sorry..." he took another step back and felt so bad. He had screwed up. Again.

Waiting until Sam stopped talking, Andrinn slowly turned around and started to bust a gut with pure laughter. In all seriousness, that urn was a gift from one of the outlying colonies of the Federation. However, Andrinn had hated the thing because of how ugly the thing was and he was glad that it was taken out by Sam. Walking over to Sam, Andrinn handed the piece to him and said, "That really wasn't the urn of my father. It was just an urn that was given as a diplomatic gift from a colony world of the Federation."

Andrinn pulled Sam into one of the most tighest hugs that he could muster and whispered into Sam's ear, seeing how upset that he was, "You're totally fine you big goofball. I literally was waiting for something like that to happen one day, so we could replace that dang thing!"

Sam hugged Andy back. But he was confused. He looked at him again when the hug was over, "So...you ain't mad? For real? Then what's all the powder and ash for?"

Andrinn pulled out of the hug long enough and put his hands onto Sam's face, replying, "You do know what glitter and dust are, right? I learned about a few party tricks when I was back at the academy, even if it was several years ago."

Sam's face brightened into a smile, from ear to ear he grinned and blushed. "Awww...sheeet MAN....you got me GOOD. Awwww...hell. Now I feel dumb" he said but was still smiling. Sam noticed that one of the doors was still open. He took a small rounded piece of broken decoration from the debris and aimed and tossed it. He hit the 'close' button and the door swished shut and locked.

It had been months since they had had any real sort of privacy. And standing there, silhouetted against the bay windows of the office, Sam started kissing Andrinn. "I miss being with you. I want you. Andrinn...you're so...fine and sexy."

"Oh, coming from the best and most sexy sniper onboard, that's a compliment, Mr. Woolheater," Andrinn said back, kissing Sam back without a care in the world, since the door to his office was able to finally shut all of the way.

Wrapping his arms around Andrinn and feeling the urge to do the "nasty" right here in the diplomatic office was both thrilling and very naughty. Kissing Sam must have felt like kissing sandpaper or at least a pine needle tree trunk. Woolheater peeled off Andrinn's tunic and then his undershirt. Careful about how he touched Andrinn's spots and abdomen; so as to not surprise or squeeze the symbiant inside. It felt so good to be touched and loved. Sam's uniform top came off as well and by this time they reached the massive diplomatic table that was cracked and broken. Not paying attention, Andrinn almost tripped over the debris and cables on the floor. But Sam caught him and "fell" along with him against the portion of the diplomatic table that was angled and smooth. A trail of uniform tops, a jacket and Andrinn's undershirt left a trail from where they were to where they are now. Sam asked, "Are we really gonna do this...right here? On what's left of the big table?"

Andrinn smirked and kissed Sam passionately for a few moments before coming out of the kiss. Andrinn leaned over to Sam's ear and whispered, "Don't make me beg for it, sir." Andrinn gave Sam a little wink as he slowly unzipped Sam's uniform, exposing the undershirt that every officer wore under the top of their uniform. Andrinn pulled Sam close and wrapped his arms around Sam and kissed the stubble that surrounded his neck.

"Don't make you beg for it? It's been weeks since we did the nasty. And believe me, my balls weren't blue just from the cold!"
Woolheater was aware of the risk that Andrinn was taking. Andrinn was a superior officer. And, Starfleet tradition - not to mention regulations - specifically forbade such 'fraterzation' between officers. However, Sam reasoned that Andrinn was not in his direct chain-of-command. And it was by this leap that he gave in to his passion and wants.

Andrinn's kisses were driving him deeper into this tingling moment. His finger found Andrinn's belt loop and then his pants buttons, which were undone with a single hand.

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DECK 14 - ORIN'S QUARTERS - LATER

Sam stood in the sonic shower, basking in the warmth as the sonic waves washed over his body. Andrinn had one of the most luxurious sonic showers, along with the rest of the senior staff, on the ship. A combination of water and sonic wavelengths. The water was replicated at the showerhead and recycled back into energy down under the drain. His shower was even large enough to become a bath. It was certainly very nice. Sam stood there, naked and enjoying the shower and sonic vibrations when he heard the door to the shower open.

Orin hopped into the shower and climbed into the sonic shower soon after Sam climbed into it. He wanted to conserve water and power onboard, so he hopped into it to get cleaned up and to make sure that he would be ready for his duty shift later that day. Orin looked over at Sam and asked, "Mind if I join you for a moment?"

Sam smiled back at him, "Not at all counselor" and he opened his arms wide and embraced Andrinn. Letting Andrinn stand under the sonic waves and stream of water, he watched as Andrinn got himself all wet. While Andrinn stood there, Samuel reached for the shampoo and put a little dab of it into his hands and lathered up. When Andrinn opened his eyes, Sam offered to massage his scalp and wash his hair. "May I?"

Andrinn shook his head and just chuckled. "Yeah, go for it. I've never had anyone do this for me, so this is a first time for me," Andrinn replied, leaning his head down slightly, so that Sam could reach his hair in the perfect spot. It felt amazing to be pampered, especially after the time spent on the Ice Planet. It felt nice to have a warmer environment to spend time in for longer than a few moments.

Applying a thick foam of lather to Andrin's wet head, Sam massaged it into Andrinn's thick hair. His fingers massaged Andy's scalp and Sam paid special attention to make sure that he was getting deep into his hair. By applying the right amount of pressure that would feel good and get Andy clean. The shampoo smelled of sandalwood and had a slightly minty aroma. It contained tea tree oil and so when it penetrated to the scalp, it should have felt all tingly. Sam's fingers worked his magic and he started at the crown of Andy's head and worked down. All the while wiping away any streams of soap to avoid Andrinn's eyes. He gently tilted or turned Andy's head as he came around the backside. When he reached the man's temples, he just used two fingers on each hand to gently massage the sides of Andrinn's head. Then, making sure to wash behind the ears, he got a good lather on the back of Andy's head. Working is way back to the sides, he massaged the jaw muscles and the sides and back of Andrinn's neck. All the while, making small comments about the tension in his neck and face. Andrinn's eyes were closed as the sonic shower washed over him. "Keep your eyes closed?" he said as he removed the hand held shower head and washed the shampoo away. Tilting Andrinn's head back so the shampoo wouldn't run in his face. When all the shampoo was out, he applied just a little moisturizer so that Andrinn's straight hair would be soft. He smiled as he worked. Realizing that Andrinn was relaxing and seemingly enjoying this. Then he washed the rest of the moisturizer off his shoulders, down his naked body and replaced the shower head. He put his arms across Andy's shoulders and as they stood close under the warmth of the shower, he rested his forehead against Andrinn's. Just to connect and be close. To be with another person who, by some miracle, could stand to be with him.
More than that; loved Sam. The miracle that that was that he was lucky enough to have found such a person as Andrinn. He relished the guy. And realized that despite his being broken and emotionally frozen; there was still a chance with Andy to find love. To be loved. To give love. And that was worth pausing for. After a moment, he opened his eyes and took a step back admiring the stud before him. He asked, "Better?"

Andrinn slowly lifted his head back up and smiled over at Sam. He felt amazing at that moment because of how amazing Sam helped to clean him up. Andrinn replied, "Yeah, I feel amazing. How about I return the favor? Mind if I return the favor?"

It was the first time in months that a proper shower had been enjoyed. The first time that being wet didn't also come with the stabbing feeling of icy cold. The first time his feet and calves felt moveable. He smiled back, so wide was his grin his teeth showed. He outstretched his arms, "Do you think we shouls use up all the hot water?" he joked.

Andrinn chuckled and replied, "Oh, have another round from earlier? I don't think the crew would love us if we used up all of the hot water onboard for something like that! Even if it would be something fun!"

Sam embraced him and kissed him. There was no hot water reservoir or tank to draw from. It was an archaic joke, but Andrinn knew that. Samuel switched places with Andrinn and since he was already wet from arriving first in the shower, he stood there under the stream and handed Andrinn the body wash. On Sam's left pectoral muscle was a tattoo of the Starfleet Marine Corps logo. He had gotten it in boot camp to celebrate his assignment to the marksman program. A path that would lead him to being a sniper. But that wasn't the only tattoo of interest on his naked body.

Andrinn pointed to Sam's bare chest and said, "Get one here? Maybe, something special? Like our initals or something special for the two of us? Or, maybe even the date that we started dating all that time ago?" Andrinn kissed Sam's bare chest and just looked into his eyes, taking the time for everyone to enjoy the moments. "Yeah, I want something like that on your chest and I'll get one on mine too," Andrinn said, looking everything over.

Sam grinned back and teased, "Just as long your tat doesn't read, 'I'm with stupid!"

When Andrinn was all finished pampering him, Sam kissed him back and shut off the sonic shower. Fetching a big ass towel, dried Andrinn's hair and then his shredded, sexy body. Once Andrinn was dry, Sam wrapped the towel around him. Getting dressed was a bit fun. Their clothing was strewn about. But, eventually, they were dressed.

"I need to report back to deck thirty-two. You feel like dinner later?" he asked Andy as he smoothed out Andrinn's uniform.

"Yeah, how about down on the promonade? I think they've started reopening some of the shops down there and we're trying to get resupplied when we hit the port the newcomer was talking about. Plus, if the shops are back up, some real food would be amazing! How does that sound?" Andrinn asked, smoothing out Sam's uniform in return.

"Yup. If I have one more MRE I'm a turn into brick of hard tac." He kissed Andy and then departed, "See you later stud!" he said as he left and the door closed behind him.

[OFF:]

Consul Andrinn Orin
Cleaned Up Stud

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Captain Samuel Woolheater
Also Clean, Hot & Frisky