After His Eighteenth Birthday

Chapter 1

The party was over, the gifts were opened, the well-wishings were given, and Wesley was alone in his room. It was his eighteenth birthday, and he was giving himself a little goodnight present. His hand was grasping his cock, pumping away--as quietly as possible because the walls in their quarters were thin--while simultaneously imagining Commander Will Riker's lips wrapped around his member, taking it deep into his throat.

"That's right," he breathed. "Suck me just like that." Oh, he ached, wanted so badly for there to be another warm human between his legs. And, like always, he remembered the moment.

Six months ago, Wes had had a sexual awakening. There had been some before that, some groping with girls and plenty of masturbation--some days, he astounded himself with how horny he was, even after reminding himself that the teenaged years were full of sexual angst.

That day, Commander Riker had been at the helm, the captain off on some errand. Wes sat at his station as always, awaiting command, mostly bored. Some nonsense with a Ferengi ship had cropped up. The conversation hadn't interested him, and instead he was thinking about a girl who'd let him finger her the previous week. Sometimes he sniffed his fingers absentmindedly, the scent long washed away, but he could still swear he smelled her.

But finally, his name broke through his daydreams. Riker was shouting, "Wesley Crusher, I said now."

Now what? He racked his brain over the last few seconds--oh, evasive maneuvers--

The ship rocked with a blast from the Ferengi weapons.

Wes's face burned with embarrassment. He'd caused this by not paying attention.

"Mr. Crusher, I do not want to fire on these idiots if I don't have to. Evasive maneuvers."

And so, Wes had done his job--quite competently, finally--while Commander Riker got the Ferengi back on the viewscreen and talked down the escalated violence. As they watched the Ferengi vessel warp off into the distance, the commander's voice was hard. "Wesley, into the captain's ready room, please. Data, you have the bridge."

Mortified, Wes followed him.

As soon as the door slid shut behind them, Riker turned around. Wes was tall for his age, but Riker was taller. He was looming over the boy--Wesley, upon remembering this, squeezed his cock tighter and thought, I'm not a boy anymore!--with a disapproving look on his face.

"Wes, what was that?" asked Riker, tone calm.

"I'm sorry, Commander, I was distracted. I was thinking about something else, and I wasn't paying attention." His cheeks were still flooded with heat. There was no way he was going to share what was distracting him.

"Just because you're a young ensign doesn't mean that you get a pass to be daydreaming while you're at your station. Especially when we're engaged in conflict with another ship."

Wes looked down at his shoes. "Yes, I know."

"What distracted you so much? Are you struggling with your schoolwork?" Riker looked concerned.

"No, nothing like that." Wes bit his lip.

"Then what?"

Wes shifted uncomfortably.

Riker kept staring at him. Then he took a step closer. Suddenly, Wes was aware of their proximity. This wasn't quite the moment, but almost.

In the present, Wes bit back a groan. He remembered the spicy scent of Riker's aftershave, the sheer, solid presence of the man. He had wanted so badly to look into Riker's eyes but couldn't, not with the full-body blush spreading through every limb.

The commander was seeing him. Wes could swear Riker was reading every dirty thought that had passed through his mind about the girl. And furthermore--Wes wanted Riker to know, although he didn't know why he felt that way. He just did. He wanted this strong, powerful man to know about his sex life, pitiful though it was.

In the memory, Wes rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and finally squeaked out, "I was thinking about a girl. About... about what we did... last week..."

"Hmmm." It was a rumble in Riker's throat.

"I-- She--"

"Wes, stop." Riker's voice was kind and compassionate. "I don't need to know the details. I just wanted to make sure that nothing was going on that you needed my help with. Look at me."

This was it. This was the moment. Wes looked up into Riker's ice blue eyes, and they hit him like a phaser blast that traveled all the way down his torso into his cock. This was the first time Wes realized he was attracted to men--maybe just this man, he didn't know.

"Your sex life is your own business," continued Riker in his memory.

In the present, Wes pressed a finger into his own ass as he remembered the word "sex" coming from those firm lips. He squeezed his dick faster, panting.

"I simply need everyone on the bridge to be at their full capacity at all times," Riker admonished him. "Do you understand?"

Oh, God, the way he said that made Wes's cock thicken. Riker was in charge, and he would make sure Wes was goddamned good and ready to obey every single order. Every... single... order... The two were close enough--so close I could have kissed him--that Wes's growing erection was hidden, thank the laws of physics. Wes nodded, thoughts nearly incoherent.

"Yes, sir?" ordered Riker.

"Yes," Wes nearly choked on the words as a surge of desire threaded through him, "sir."

Riker turned and took two steps toward the door. Then he turned back again. "I expect that this won't happen again."

"Yes, sir." Oh, God, he was fully hard now.

Riker's eyes raked down Wes's body. For the briefest of moments, they snagged on Wes's crotch, where his jumpsuit was doing nothing to hide that his cock was now straining at full erection. Only the smallest movement of one eyebrow betrayed that Riker saw anything. "You may have a few moments to compose yourself."

And then he walked out the door, Wes's eyes lingering on his muscular ass.

In his imagination, Riker had turned back around, ripped down Wes's jumpsuit, and swallowed Wes's cock whole. This was the thought that finally pushed him to orgasm, cum spurting out over his fingers and dirtying the bedsheets. But he didn't care--he rode that high until Riker's blue eyes faded from his memory and he was painfully aware that he was there alone again--this time on his birthday.

Wes was eighteen, finally. Everyone in Starfleet knew what that meant. That's why they had the big party the ship had attended tonight--to celebrate that Wes was finally a man, with all the responsibilities and rewards that went with it. Wes even had his first--legal--shot of synthehol tonight. Although that's not what he wanted to swallow for his birthday.

What did that look on Riker's face mean as he'd noticed Wes's erection?

Chapter 2

Thankfully, the next day, nothing much of interest happened on the bridge because Wes was extremely distracted. He'd gotten an idea in his head and couldn't stop thinking about it. Was it courageous? Or was it a desperate act of a barely-man thinking with his dick? Wes couldn't decide.

But one look at Riker's face while he was deep in discussion with Picard made his decision for him. Wes would rather shoot his shot and be turned down than go for even one more day without knowing. After all, he was a fucking man now!

That night, Wes showered and dressed nicely, but not too fancy. He didn't want to be stopped in the corridor with questions. And he chose something that could hide a burgeoning erection, instead of those infernal jumpsuits.

The commander's quarters weren't too far from his, so he quickly strode there, avoiding eye contact with everyone along the way. Finally, he was there, standing in front of Riker's door.

He took a deep breath and pressed the button.

"Come in," came the deep voice from behind the door.

The door slid open.

Riker was sitting on his sofa wearing a robe, a glass of amber liquid in one hand and a book in the other. His dark chest hair peeked out from the V, his normally quaffed hair slightly disheveled. Wes's eyes darted around the room, checking to ensure they were alone.

"Oh, Wes, good to see you. Come in."

Wes realized he was still standing in the hall and scooted inside. The door shushed close behind him. "Hello, Commander."

"We're off-duty, and you know what? You're an adult now. Why don't you call me Will?"

Wes's stomach clenched. He never would have thought to call the commander "Will," not even in his most depraved fantasies. But it felt right. If this was going to be the night--and it would be the night, Wes would see to that--then the change felt correct.

"All right, Will, hello."

"Come, sit." Will gestured to the sofa next to him.

Wes perched on the front of the seat, unable to relax.

"Is there something bothering you?" Will marked his page and set the book aside.

"N-no. Not exactly." Wes took a deep breath as silently as possible, trying to hide his obvious consternation. He slid back on the sofa and attempted to mimic the devil-may-care posture of the other man, one leg slung over the opposite.

"Then what is it? Did something happen today?"

"No, not at all. I just... wanted to come see you."

Will took a sip of his drink. "Can I get you anything?"

"What are you drinking?" Wes eyed the glass. It looked like--

"Scotch. Would you like some? Now that you're old enough."

"Sure." Maybe some synthehol would settle his nerves.

Much to his surprise, Will reached into a drawer and pulled out the real thing: a bottle of scotch from Earth.

"Oh, you don't have to waste your good stuff on me," said Wes.

Will appraised him with a long look. And then, gruffly, "It's no waste."

Wes shuddered at the change of tone. Did it mean anything? "OK, thanks, then."

Will instructed the replicator to give him a cold glass with two ice cubes, then poured the drink wordlessly. He crossed the room and handed it to Wes. Before he could thank him again, Will sat down next to him. Wes could swear he was closer than he was before. The heat radiated from his body, and Wes looked into Will's bright blue eyes with longing.

"Cheers," said Will, raising his glass. "To your newly acquired manhood."

"Cheers." Wes's voice cracked and his hand shook as he clinked his glass against Will's. He took a small sip, and the alcohol burned all the way down his throat. He caught himself before he could cough. He'd never had anything this strong before. It felt like it was going right to his head. He needed to say something, needed to--

"So what's it like being an adult?" Will's eyes were half-lidded and never left Wes's face.

"Oh, you know, not much different than being a kid." Fuck, that wasn't the answer that he wanted to give the man he was trying to seduce. "I-I mean, it's amazing, though. I'm able to be in here, drinking scotch with you now." He lifted his glass. Tears sprang to his eyes as he took a too-big gulp. Now fucking what? He knew this had been a mistake--he'd not gotten any further in his plan than showing up at Will's door.

Will licked his lips, and Wes shifted to hide his growing erection. Will's voice was soft when he said, "How did things turn out with you and that girl?"

A bolt went through Wes's body. "Wh-what girl?"

"You know, the girl that distracted you on the bridge a while ago. With the Ferengi and the evasive maneuvers? I don't mean to embarrass you. I'm just wondering how your dating life is going."

Wes couldn't take his eyes off Will's mouth as he brought the glass up to take a sip. "To be honest," here we go, "she was boring to me. I stopped dating her shortly after."

"Oh?"

The word held so much possibility Wes wanted to scream. Here was his chance. Was he going to take it? "I'm not into girls anymore. I'm into..."

Will raised an eyebrow but didn't interrupt.

"Well, you see, I'm more into... men... right now."

The room was so silent, Wes could hear the far-off hum of the engine. Someone in the hallway shrieked a laugh that died off as they got farther away. And Wes's pulse was beating a rhythm at the side of his throat. Steady, steady, don't crack.

Will finally murmured, "Is that so?"

Oh, God, Will didn't seem surprised. Did he know? Had he known all this time? Was he waiting for Wes to tell him? Was he going to politely ask him to leave his quarters? No, he'd given him the scotch. He wouldn't ask him to leave, would he?

"Y-yes," whispered Wes. His stomach was doing so many flips, he felt like it was going to turn him inside out. Maybe he should be the one to initiate leaving. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe--

Will shifted closer to him on the sofa. "And did you have any men in mind?"

"I, um," Wes swallowed. "It's just that--" The hand holding the glass shook, and the ice rattled.

"Wes." His name was little more than a growl. "Just say it."

"I--" Wes took another big gulp of the scotch. The burn was less this time. "It's just that now that I'm eighteen, I was thinking..."

"You were thinking..." Will was moving even closer to him.

Wes was struck silent, eyes darting all over Will's face. How would his beard feel against his face if they kissed? No, hold it together, you were talking... What had he been saying? "I, uh..."

"How about I make this easy for you?" breathed Will.

Wes's eyes widened.

"I can't stop thinking about the day with the Ferengi. I hadn't seen you as anything but a kid up until that day. And then, when you were talking about that girl, I suddenly realized, fuck, you're not a kid, not for much longer. You've grown into a tall, handsome man. And when I cut you off about that girl, it was jealousy, I know that now. I didn't at the time."

Wes could hardly believe his ears. The man he'd lusted after for half a year was jealous--of one of his partners?

"I wanted to know so badly what you were thinking about, with that faraway look and that blush on your cheeks. I couldn't stand the thought of you being with anyone else. But our age difference. You not even an adult."

Yes, yes, the age difference. Did it matter now? Wes nodded, still not able to speak.

"I mostly like women--some men, but mostly women. But there's something about you, Wes. Something that's in my blood." Will shivered, the ice in his own glass tinkling. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Last night, at the party, I wanted to take you aside, confess, but-- I didn't. It didn't seem fair to you. I thought I needed to keep my fantasies to myself. I'm the older man. You're just barely an adult. I couldn't push myself onto you, I thought. I couldn't... taint... your decision, I figured.

"Until you walked in my door tonight."

The pulse was still thumping at Wes's throat.

"So, Wes. Tell me why you're here. I don't want to influence what you have to say. I want this to be your decision."

Butterflies were leaping and cavorting in Wes's stomach, and he wasn't sure at first what to say. Then finally, finally, the right words came rushing to the front of his brain. "Will, show me what it's like to be kissed by a real man."

Will didn't respond immediately. He just looked at Wes, taking him in. He set his glass down on the side table and leaned forward. They were so close they were almost touching. "Wesley. Are you sure?"

Wes knew there was no going back after this. Whatever happened with the kiss--that was it, his life was going to be irrevocably changed forever. For better or for worse, he was stepping squarely into the adult world. They said last night that he was no longer a child, but this was it: this act would make him a man.

"I'm sure."

Chapter 3

With Wes's words, Will sucked in a breath. There was pink in his cheeks now, above his beard. His eyes searched Wes's face as though he would find a protest, but Wes had none. He wanted this, more than anything he'd wanted in his young life up to this point. He closed his eyes.

Will put his hand under Wes's chin and tipped his head up. Even sitting down, Will was taller than Wes, and that made him want the older man even more. He wanted to be enveloped, taken over; he yearned to be folded into Will and his own desires stamped aside for the other man's.

Will's lips were as soft as any girl's Wes had kissed--not that it had been many--not that he cared. But the kiss was nothing compared to the sophomoric groping that had been his now-distant-seeming childhood. Tasting of scotch, Will claimed Wes's mouth, even though Wes could tell he was trying to be gentle. The desire lurking underneath swept away Wes's breath, and he grabbed onto Will's robe, wanting to pull him closer.

Will coaxed Wes's mouth open with his tongue, sweeping, licking, claiming even more. His beard was rough against Wes's face, and he wanted to press himself in, abrade himself on the hair. With so much stimulation, he thought he was going to melt into the sofa and become a puddle on the floor. His own tentative thrusts with his tongue were absorbed in the sheer power of Will's kiss. All he could do was let the other man kiss him, and then he groaned.

Will pulled back. "Are you all right?"

Wes opened his eyes. "More than all right, sir." Will's cheeks heated more than they already were. "Ah, I'm sorry, I mean--"

"Don't be sorry. I'm not."

Wes didn't understand what Will's look meant. Desire was there, but something else made Wes's already straining cock twitch. "What is it, Will?" The name was still unfamiliar on his tongue. He wanted to go back to calling him "Commander;" the man was commanding Wes with just a kiss, and Wes wanted to get on his knees and worship him.

"I love the way you're looking at me," said Will, seeming to evade the question. But then, "Call me sir again."

"Yes, sir," Wes said quickly.

"Mmmm." Will's groan made Wes shudder. "This is... Well, I need to tell you something else, Wesley."

"Yes, sir?"

A shaky breath. "I like to be in charge."

"I know, sir. You do a good job when you take over for the captain."

"Yes, there's that..." Will nuzzled a kiss against Wes's neck. "... but I mean, it turns me on. It's why I didn't ever want to approach you. There's already a power differential between us. I didn't want to take advantage of you."

"I see." Wes did not see.

Will seemed to sense that the younger man was confused, so he drew back. "I like to tell my partners what to do. I want them to obey me. Like right now, I want so bad to order you to take off your clothes and--" He sucked in a long breath. "But I feel that this is your first time, yes?"

Wes nodded.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"I won't, sir." Every time he said the word, Will shivered the tiniest bit. It made Wes feel powerful and sexy. He loved giving Will what he wanted. "I want you to tell me what to do, Commander."

Will raked his hand through Wes's hair. He gripped it in the back, just a touch too hard, then let go as if stopping himself. "I'll ask you again: Are you sure?"

If before, Wes thought he was stepping through the door to manhood, now he felt like he was stepping through Alice's looking glass. It was a new, adult world that he'd only just dreamt about. Of course, he'd watched holovid porns before, but being the one obeying the orders of a dominant man that he wanted so badly--that was beyond anything he'd ever hoped for.

"I'm sure, sir."

"Strip." Will sat back.

Wes swallowed, a bit taken aback at the change. His cheeks heated. He wanted to do what Will asked, but this was sudden.

"You don't have to do anything you want to do." Will swept one leg up to balance on the other. "I can introduce you to the world of sex more gently, if that's what you need."

"N-no, sir." Wes shucked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He'd seen a video once where the man had kept on his socks, and he wasn't about to look like that. "I don't want this to be one-sided. I want to give you what you want. I want to make you... feel good." All the dirty words in his head had fallen away. He'd said such filthy things to Will in his daydreams--Come in my ass! Fuck me raw! Choke on my dick!--but it was hard getting those words out when everything was unfolding right in front of him.