Comments:  Thanks go to Livvy for the throwaway line (*see the end of the story), and the drawing that inspired the action; thanks also go to Mark for the last minute beta...kisses with tongue, darlings.
 

On the Earth calendar, it was Saint Patrick's Day, and he and Miles had stopped at Quark's to drink a pint in honor of the day.  Julian had gone along, not really because he wanted to celebrate the holiday, but because he wanted to spend some time with his friend.  Never dreaming that he'd be drunk in less than an hour, he allowed Miles to ply him with a steady stream of banter and drinks…

"May the luck of the Irish be with ye, Julian…"

"And with you, Miles."

Before he knew it, one pint had lead to two, then to three, and when they started drinking whiskey, O'Brien began to rail at 'bloody Americans' and their rape of what had been a perfectly legitimate holiday.  As far as Julian could tell, the Americans hadn't really done anything wrong – just taken the holiday to the usual extremes – but Miles was adamant.  He muttered that green beer and pinching people was never part of the holiday until the Americans got into the act.

"Pinching?  What's this about pinching people?"

Slurring his words a bit, Miles said, "You heard me – pinching.  Damned Americans pinch people when they don't wear green on Saint Patrick's Day."  Snorting into his mug, he continued, "Couldn't even get the jackasses to listen when I told them that real Irishmen wear blue instead of green."

Thinking that Miles was a bit too upset about this whole thing, he tried to change the subject.  "Where did you first meet Americans?"

"At basic training  – I'd not left Europe before then, and I'd never actually talked to one until I got to the barracks.  They were nice enough, until one of 'em pinched my ass – I thought the bastard was coming on to me, so I turned around and clocked him for it, and he never spoke to me again.  One of the other guys explained why he'd groped me, and I tried to apologize, but he was pretty sore at me.  Had a black eye for a week or so…  Anyway, word got around that I had a temper, and uh, well--"

"No, not you…" Chuckling a bit, Julian said, "I'd have never guessed that you'd get so riled up about a holiday."

"Julian!  Saint Patrick's Day isn't just a holiday – it's full of history and legend.  Patrick was an important man…"  Slamming his mug down on the bar, he started to lecture Julian about the traditions that went with the holiday.

Seeing that Miles was getting more agitated, and knowing that they would be there all night if he didn't do something to cut him off, Julian said, "I think I understand."  Swallowing the last of his whiskey, Julian placed his glass on the bar, and rose from his seat.  Swaying alarmingly, he waved a goodnight to Miles and the rest of the bar, and retreated to the 'lift.

As he waited for the car to arrive, he looked around the Promenade, and was pleased to see Garak locking up his shop for the night.  With unsteady steps, Julian crossed to the Cardassian.

"Garak!"

Turning, Garak nodded and said, "Doctor.  I've had a busy day, and I'm planning to retire for the evening."

Julian looked perplexed for a moment; he'd been planning to ask the older man if he wanted to come over for a drink, and now he was unsure.  "Oh…I guess we'll have to do our catching up in the turbolift."  Gesturing grandly, he indicated that the Cardassian should precede him, "After you."

* * * * *

"So…"

"Yes, Doctor?"

"Umm…how have things been going?  We haven't had lunch in a while, and I, um…"

In a low voice, Garak said, "It certainly wasn't due to lack of effort on *my* part."

"What was that?"

"I said, I've been busy, trying to do my part."

Blinking owlishly, Julian tried to figure out what the Cardassian meant.  Giving up, he asked, "Your part?"

"For the war.  Trying to do my part for the war.  What did you think I meant?"

"Uh, nothing."  Fidgeting now in the uncomfortable silence, Julian said, "But that doesn't tell me how things are going."

Garak looked away and murmured, "I had no idea you even *cared.*"

Either Julian was more drunk than he thought, or Garak was being even more quarrelsome than usual.  Deciding that he had just misheard the other man, he asked, "What?"

"About as well as can be expected." He sighed, "I've been busy – having two careers will do that to a person."

"Oh."

"My, but you certainly aren't up to your usual conversational standards this evening.  A side effect of spending too much time with Mr. O'Brien, I suspect."

Hearing his friend's name brought back their earlier topic of conversation, and Julian wondered how Garak would react if he pinched him.  Just thinking about what Miles would say, if he knew that Julian was going to practice the American's custom of pinching brought a grin to his face, and he had to work hard to contain his chuckle.  Sneaking a look at his companion, he saw that he wasn't wearing green, or even blue, for that matter.  Dressed in black from head to toe, the Cardassian looked cool and in control.

Julian wondered what it would take to make him lose that control…

Before he knew that he was even going to do it, Julian reached out and pinched the ass cheek that was closest to his hand.

Garak jumped, and his eyes were very round as he turned and said, "Why, Doctor, I had no idea you were into rough sex."

Maybe later Julian would tell himself that it was the alcohol, but right then all he wanted was to push Garak beyond his control, so he said, "Why don't you come to my place, and find out what I'm into…"  Following it up with a leer and a wink, he thought, 'That ought to do the trick.'

With a growl, Garak grasped his shoulders, and pushed him into the door.  Just before he sealed his lips to Julian's in a searing kiss, he said, "I thought you'd never ask."

Suddenly, the alcoholic haze of the synthale was ripped away, and Julian could feel everything.  The spoon-shaped bone on Garak's chest pressing into his sternum  The flex of muscle against muscle as the older man forced a thigh between his legs. The rough glide of tongue against the roof of his mouth.  The hardness that pressed against his hip, and was echoed by a throbbing ache in his own groin.  The seam of the turbolift door pressing into his spine.

The last brought him up short, and he pushed against Garak's chest, forcing him to break the kiss.

"Not here."  At that moment, the 'lift came to a halt, and Julian said, "My quarters – come to my quarters in a few minutes.  Please?"

Julian only waited until Garak nodded in agreement before bolting from the turbolift, and down the corridor to his rooms.

* * * * *

After frantically straightening his somewhat messy quarters, throwing pillows out of the way while picking up books and clothing and empty glasses, Julian had gone to the lavatory, and turned on the tap, running cold water into the basin.  As soon as there was enough water, he'd dunked his head, repeatedly, until his flushed skin cooled a bit.  Looking in the mirror, he could see that the cold water had done nothing to get rid of his nervousness.  Taking a deep breath, he dunked his head once more, then scrubbed at his face and hair with a towel.

He'd just finished combing his hair, trying to bring some semblance of order to the curls, when the chime sounded...

Now that Garak was here, he wasn't sure this was such a good idea.  Maybe if he just ignored him, he would go away.  The next time he saw the other man, he could just lie and tell him  that he had gone back to his quarters and passed out on the sofa…

The door chime sounded again, followed by the chirp of his commbadge.

"Garak to Bashir.  I know you're in there…so open the door, Julian."

The silky tone of Garak's voice combined with his name was all it took to bring Julian back to instant hardness.  Never in his life had Julian had an erection get so hard, so fast.  The flash of heat that raced from his head to his toes and then into his groin was nearly enough to make him pass out, and he *knew*, without a doubt, that he wouldn't be getting any sleep unless he did something about it.  With two long strides he was at the door, keying in the access code.  As soon as it slid aside, his hand fisted in the material of Garak's tunic, and he nearly pulled the other man off his feet in his haste to get him inside.

Garak took note of the younger man's wet hair and the scattered cushions, and said, "I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind…oh--" Anything else that he might have said trailed off into incoherent moans  as Julian dropped to his knees and rubbed his nose along the hard ridge of  Garak's cock.

Fumbling with the unfamiliar fasteners,  Julian struggled to free the organ from the other man's trousers.  Finally giving up in frustration, he thought that perhaps he was still a bit drunk, and could use some help.  Sitting back on his heels, he looked up, and tugged at the fabric over Garak's hips.

"What do you want?  Tell me what you want, Julian…"

"I want to get these things off you, want to touch you, want you to fuck me."

With a low chuckle, Garak pulled Julian to his feet and kissed him deeply before he replied, "Hmmm…I do think that I can accommodate you.  But might I suggest that we move someplace more comfortable?"

Winding his arms around the Cardassian's back and walking backwards across his quarters, Julian picked up the kiss where Garak had left off.  Suckling at his tongue, Julian groaned when he felt Garak's hands between their bodies, unfastening their clothing.

When he reached the bed, Julian fell backwards, dragging Garak down on top of him.  With a twist of his hips, he rolled so that he was straddling the other man.  Starting at the spoon in the middle of his forehead, Julian licked and nipped his way back to Garak's lips, stopping for a quick, hard kiss before moving on to the ridge that led to his ear.  Nuzzling at the shell-shaped opening, he was surprised to hear Garak's indrawn breath.

"Like that?"

Garak nodded, so he swirled his tongue along the outer edge before moving down his neck to the now soft and pliable ridges along his neck and shoulders.
Opening Garak's tunic, Julian was pleased to see that the ridges went even farther down the other man's body than he had ever imagined.  Running his fingers over the iridescent scales, and following with his mouth, he navigated a path down the sturdy body below his own.

When he reached the top of Garak's trousers, he caught the tab of the zipper between his teeth and pulled.  When it wouldn't go any farther down, he tugged at the sides to pull the fabric down to the middle of the other man's thighs.  Without preamble, Julian sucked the hard cock into his mouth.  When  Garak arched off the bed, and began to push himself deep into Julian's throat, the younger man relaxed the muscles there and grasped the bucking hips in order to pull him closer.  After only a few strokes, Garak stiffened, and came with a loud shout.  Julian swallowed and sucked at the softening organ until Garak pushed him away.

Sitting up, Garak leaned down to kiss the top of Julian's head.  Using gentle pressure, he forced him to look up.  With deliberate slowness he removed first his tunic, then his trousers, undergarments, socks and shoes.  First pulling him up so that their mouths were level, then pushing Julian onto his back, he used the same slow motions to strip him of his uniform.

Pulling the last of Julian's clothing free, Garak grasped his ankle, and began to kiss the inside of his leg.  As he moved higher, Julian could feel the muscles of his leg tense, anticipating the moment that Garak would finally touch his cock.  Just when he thought that he could not be wound any tighter, Garak bypassed his  straining erection, and began to work his way down the other side.

"Garak…*please!*"

Ignoring the plea, the Cardassian continued along his path, only stopping when he reached Julian's knee.  Stopping to nuzzle the soft patch of skin he found there, he stroked his hands up the outside of the slim legs beneath him.

Feeling the heat of Garak's breath against his the back of his knee caused goosebumps to rise along Julian's skin; a second later they were gone in the wake of the pleasured flush that swept over him as he heard Garak speak.

Mouth on Julian's skin, he murmured, "You are so beautiful…so different…so sweet."

Looking down to where the other man lay, Julian took a deep breath and said, "Garak, please, I want you so badly…please?"  Pulling at Garak, he strained to wiggle underneath him and align their cocks, wanting to feel the heated flesh against his own.

Garak resisted, saying, "Julian, turn over."

Rolling to his stomach, he lifted his hips into the air, pressing back onto Garak's hand as it smoothed over the curve of his ass.

"Do you have anything we can use?"

Wiggling his hips in frustration, Julian begged, "Garak…"

"Julian…I don't want to hurt you."  He pulled his hand away, and sat back on his heels, arms crossed, to wait for an answer.

"You're not going to hurt me."  Hearing no answer, he looked over his shoulder.  The sight of Garak's hard cock jutting out from his body sent another wave of heat along his body.  He swallowed hard, looked away, and said, "In the nightstand – there's a vial of oil."

Julian felt the bed rise as the other man moved to retrieve the small container, felt it dip as he returned to the bed.  A second later, he could smell the rich scent of the oil as it warmed in Garak's hand, and he felt the slickness of it easing the way for Garak's probing fingers.  After many minutes of slow, careful preparation, he felt Garak grasp his hips, and enter him in one long stroke.

Julian felt the heavy weight of the Cardassian across his back a moment before Garak began to place sucking kisses along his shoulders, crossing from one side to the other before tracing a path along his spine with his tongue.  When Julian began to undulate beneath him, he began move, thrusting deep and slow.

Needing more, Julian thrust his hips backwards, and in response, Garak wrapped his arms around the slender torso, and rose to kneel, pulling the other man up.  Julian spread his legs wider to accommodate the new position and began to grind his ass into Garak's groin.

Biting down on the spot where Julian's neck and shoulder met, Garak thrust harder, angling his strokes to impact with the younger man's prostate.

An incoherent groan left Julian's mouth as the first wave of pleasure crashed into him.  Feeling the sharp sting where Garak's teeth had broken the skin combined with the exquisite slide of his cock against his most sensitive spots was enough to push him to the edge.  Crying out, he stiffened in Garak's arms, head thrown back, body jerking as his orgasm was ripped from him.

A few seconds later, Garak's arms tightened around his chest, and as the other man climaxed, he heard him shouting his name.

Collapsing to the bed, it was several minutes before the two men pulled apart, and when they did, Julian rolled into Garak's arms, kissed the scaled chest, and murmured, "Mmmm…thank you."

Garak's reply was too slurred to understand, and almost immediately his chest began to rise and fall in the steady rhythm of sleep.

Pulling a blanket over their bodies, Julian wrapped his arms around Garak's back, and drifted off, wracking his brain to remember other holiday traditions of those 'bloody Americans' and wondering how Garak would react to chocolate rodents and spun sugar eggs in a basket…

~a beginning~
 

*Livvy's throwaway line: Why, Doctor, I had no idea you were into rough sex.