If You Could Read My Mind

By R.A. Swain

Captain Matthew Gideon observed his bridge crew, or more specifically, observing John Matheson, his second in command. He knew how much power he held in the Earth Alliance just by the fact Earth Gov allowed him to have John as his second, and he enjoyed the feeling of power. The thought of a psycorp officer as second in command of the most advanced starship built to date, gave Matthew a thrill. Anything that would stick it to Earth Gov, that was considered outside the bounds of acceptability, made Matthew happy.

At the moment, his observation of Lt. John Matheson was consuming him. Actually, his observation of Lt. Matheson's posterior was consuming him. God, what a perfect ass, he thought.

Lt. Matheson glanced over his shoulder toward Gideon. Matthew froze. Did he read my mind, he wondered? No, he wouldn't, it was against the psycorps rules, he thought. Besides, if he did, he would've already hit me.

"Captain, is there something?" Lt. Matheson inquired.

"Something?" Matthew pondered the word.

"Yes Sir, did you want something?"

Oh God yes, he thought. I want to plow that tight hot ass of yours. I want to roll around naked in a sixty-nine right here on the bridge with you. I want--

"Sir?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought." Matthew knew he had to stop those fantasies. It was risky enough fantasizing about Eilerson, a realization of those fantasies disturbed him enough, and his fantasies of Galen were equally disturbing, but these images in his mind, of him and Matheson doing things he only read about, or at least hadn't done since he was a midshipmen, were much too risky. What if he does probe my mind, he wondered again? No, he has too much integrity to go against Psycorps rules.

"Sir, you're doing it again," Lt. Matheson's voice jarred him back to reality.

"Sorry, just a bit distracted tonight," Gideon said.

"It's almost time for dinner, would you like to go to the mess and talk over something?" Matheson asked.

Sure, how about we talk over a candlelight dinner, Matthew thought. He almost shook his head. He had to stop those thoughts. "Okay, John," he answered. Great, now what kind of lie can I make up? I can't tell him I wanna have sex with him, can I? No, it would be a violation of protocol, of regulation, of his respect for a fellow officer. Then again, what if he said yes? he thought.

Time was passing quickly, and soon Matthew Gideon found himself sitting across from Matheson, but not in the mess hall, in his own quarters. He decided cooking would be a better form of relaxation than a mess hall. It also gave the two men an excuse to shed their uniform jackets. Of course now Matthew was being distracted by John's muscular pecs beneath his black T-shirt. It wasn't fair, he thought. Sexually he explored more than most of his peers in Earth Alliance, but he knew John was off limits in more ways that one.

"Captain, Matthew, what's bothering you?" John asked.

"Just the pressure of having to save Earth, I guess," he replied. Lame, lame, lame, he thought. Even Eilerson would've seen through that one.

"Are you sure that's it?"

"Don't you believe your commanding officer?" Matthew asked with half a grin.

"My commanding officer, yes. My friend, Matthew Gideon, no."

"You could always take a peek inside if you are really interested," Matthew said. He regretted it the moment the words were out of his mouth. He never taunted John about his abilities, it just wasn't right. "Sorry, I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

"It's okay. Besides, I'd never do it, without your permission."

If only you would, Matthew thought. Then my secret would be out, and I wouldn't feel so perverted about fantasizing about you naked on the bridge. It would make everything easier.

"Unless you're giving me permission," John said. There was a glint of daring in his eye.

"I'll let you know later," Matthew said. If I dared, he thought.

"Matthew, it's obvious you want to tell me something, or ask something, or just something is bothering you. I'm your friend, you can trust me."

"I know that. You're one of the few I do trust. You, Dureena, Galen."

"So talk to one of us."

I don't want to talk, I want to suck your cock, he thought. "I know I should talk to someone, but this is hard," he said standing to clear the table.

"I can see that," John said.

Matthew glanced down to make sure he didn't have a boner. He was always throwing one around John, and doing his best to hide it. He was safe. "Let's change the subject. Tell me about your shore leave? Anything exciting happen on Babylon 5?"

"Exciting? No. It's hard for someone like me to relax in social situations."

"Someone like you?"

"Psycorp. I get stares, and side glances. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry. Do I do that to you?"

"Never. I like when you look at me," John said. Damn, he thought, that one slipped out.

"I mean, you're my friend and I trust you. I know you don't look at me like a freak."

"Oh. I see. I never would think of you as a freak." Matthew said. A stud, but not a freak, he thought.

"Thank you. I don't consider you any stranger than any of the other mundanes," John said with a grin. God how I want to feel your hot body against mine, he thought.

Matthew laughed. "Thanks. We mundanes appreciate it."

"Sorry, you're anything but mundane." I want you naked in my arms right now, he thought.

"What's it like?" Matthew asked.

"Being psycorp?"

"Having such special abilities?"

"Come on, you know. Look at yourself, and your special abilities. Youngest Captain of any earth Alliance vessel, and now heading up a mission all of Earth depends on," John said. "People admire you, even lust after you."

"Really? Anyone in particular lusting after me at the moment?" Matthew's interest was peeked. Does he have feelings for me, he wondered?

"I'd have to read minds to find out, and you know that's against the rules." His laughter was nervous.

"Would you really have to read minds? I mean, can't you tell from just looking at someone if they're interested in you?"

"No, can you?"

"No. The universe would be a much easier place to be if I could," Matthew said.

"I know people are curious about me." John finished his soft drink and placed the glass on the counter separating the kitchenette from the rest of the quarters.

"Oh? A little sure of yourself, aren't you, stud?"

John blushed. "Face it Matthew, everyone's curious about sex with a member of psycorp. It comes with the territory. After all, once you've been with one of us, nothing can ever be the same."

Matthew was silent, but his wide eyes told his curiosity.
"It's true. If you make love to a telepath, you're doing more than simply having sex."

"I am?"

"Yes. Remember, many telepaths communicate through physical touch. While we can and do read minds, the physical touch can give us tremendous pleasure or pain as the case may be. To lay naked with another person, a telepath is opening himself up to all that person is, and that person is opening himself up to all his partner is. Sex with a telepath is the only form of total honesty in the universe. It is also, a situation of truly giving yourself both mentally and physically to someone else."

"It sounds intense."

"It is. That's why many mundanes can't handle it. If you're not completely prepared for the experience, it can dredge up your worst fears and insecurities. It can also take you to a new level of ecstasy."

"Sounds like fun."

"It can be. You really should try it sometime." John paused. Dumb, dumb dumb, he thought. Telling him to try it. Why don't I just shout take me and strip off right here? I'm such an idiot. "I really should be going. It's getting late."

Stay, Matthew thought. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. We could talk some more. I'm intrigued by the intensity levels you're describing. Have you been with many mundanes, if that's not too personal of a question?"

"Have you?"

"I asked you first."

"I had my share. I'm psycorp, not a monk."

"Females or males?"

"Matthew, are you suggesting I'm promiscuous, and bisexual?"

Matthew grinned. "I've been with both sexes. Come on, you know how open I am to new experiences. I don't care what Earth Gov's policies are concerning the sexuality of its officers. Hell, homosexuality is practiced by every know species in the universe. It's even taught in the Rangers, yet after all these centuries Earth still has problems with same sex relations. You would've thought the human race could come to terms with at least one of it's phobias."

John stretched, pulling tight his T-shirt across his chest. His eyes locked with Matthew's. "Oh Captain, my Captain, where is this conversation leading?"

Matthew was beginning to feel brave. "Purely hypothetical."

"Hypothetically speaking," John said. "Do you trust me to the level I described?"

"Yes." Matthew didn't hesitate to answer. It was true. He trusted John Matheson like no other.

"That's not just your desire talking?" John asked.

Their eyes met again. Matthew reached down and tugged his T-shirt free from his waist. He pulled it over his head revealing his bare chest. He then reached out and took hold Jonathon's T-shirt, tugging it up and over his head. He looked at the smooth chest before him and reached out holding his hand over John's heart. John mirrored his movements, placing his own hand a few inches from Matthew's breast bone.

"Are you sure?" John asked.

In answer Matthew placed his hand against the pearl skin of his friend and second in command. He felt John's hand touch his chest, and then his mind began to float. For just this touch John was in his mind, and it felt as though his body as well.

Their eyes met again, and John was smiling. "Matthew, the bridge?! Really! I wish I could make that fantasy come true." His hand began exploring Matthew's chest, and was soon delving below the belt of his pants. His actions were not only pulling Matthew closer, but were causing him to mentally float.

Matthew's own hands were now reaching out and exploring the smooth skin of John's back, and in a moment their naked chests were pressed together, and their lips burned against one another. Colors, bright vibrant colors filled Matthew's mind, but he knew they were John's thoughts. Having someone else in you mind while you made love was a strange, but wonderful feeling, he thought.

Thank you, John thought. He felt Matthew working his belt release, and soon he was stepping out of the remainder of his uniform. He fumbled with Matthew's pants, and then both men were naked. Their erections touched and Matthew shivered with a joy he wasn't sure was entirely his own. Then he knew it was shared joy. His own joy and excitement magnified by Jonathon's telepathic abilities. Their minds were one, and they were on the floor, lips and mouths hungrily devouring each other's stiff cocks.

Smooth shafts and sweet smelling sweat were the impressions in their minds. The feeling for Matthew was still one of floating, and he resisted the urge to bite down to tether himself to John.

Good instincts, John thought. Allow yourself to float, yet know we are in normal gravity. Now get behind me and think how the Bridge crew would react if we did this there. He searched for something to use as a lubricant and saw a small bottle of salad oil sitting on the counter. He willed the bottle to come to him, and Matthew felt what telekinetic power was like, and it tingled throughout his body.

Oh God! Matthew thought. Don't ever stop doing this with me.

YES! John's mind shouted. I warned you. Oh YES! Once you had a telepath you would be addicted.

I'll take this over drugs any time. Matthew moaned with pleasure, and realized he never opened his mouth. Absolute every sound was taking place in his mind. He marveled at the wonder of it, and the tightness of John's ass.

Harder! Jonathon thought. I want a crack at that ranking ass of yours as well.

Matthew leaned forward and kissed the back of John's neck. It's all yours! Oh YES! YES! YES! He thrust in and out and felt himself cumming. The feeling sent him to a level of pleasure he knew he never had achieved with any other partner. He slumped back on the floor, and momentarily lost touch of John. He was reeling mentally out of control.

John spun around and fell on top of him, his tongue fighting it's way into Matthew's mouth. Don't break contact, it could be dangerous.

I won't, Matthew thought. He felt himself, still erect, pressed against John.

Don't be surprised. John thought as he rolled Matthew over and began rimming him. Telepathic sex can go on for hours, and you'll be more physically aroused than ever before in your life.

Matthew groaned both mentally and verbally as John began entering him. The double sound was deafening, but the feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. He shuddered at the realization of his feeling of completeness. Never in his life, in any experience, did he feel as whole as he was feeling with John's oil lubed cock slipping into him. It was as if he were two people becoming one. The colors brightened and dimmed with each thrust, and Matthew moaned mentally, begging for more. YES! All the way! YES! Faster!YES!

John's thrusts became shorter and more rapid. I can't come inside of you, he thought.

Why not, I'm not gonna get pregnant, Matthew was puzzled.

No, but my sperm inside of you might leave residual traces of telepathic abilities in your next physical.

Earth Gov always thought I was a smartass, Matthew replied.

Don't make me laugh or I'll come. I can shoot on your ass, but not in it.

Do it, Matthew thought. Please come on me. With that thought John pulled out and shoot his load across Matthew's ass. His hand never leaving Matthew's back. Matthew felt the intensity of his lover's orgasm, and his mind exploded in hues even he would not be able to describe.

As they both fell to their backs, hands clutched together, Matthew noticed neither man lost his erection. He turned to face John. "This is going to be a long night, isn't it?"

"Oh yes."