Title: Comfort

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Farscape

Pairing: Crichton/ Bilar Crais

Rating: Adult

Summary: Comfort given, love made.

Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are mine-with apologies.

Note: I wrote this way before Crichton went stupid over Aeryn. I was so unhappy with how he was acting I put the story away. Well, for good or bad it’s back. (o:

Comfort

"Crais, I'm really sorry about Talyne,” Crichton told the Peacekeeper softly, walking onto the crippled ship.

"I know you are, Crichton." The dark-haired peacekeeper replied rubbing the back of his head absentmindly. "I hope we can fix him. Goddess, my head hurts."

"Is it your link with Talyne?"

"Yes. There is a void. I feel so alone."

The human took the unresisting form of the Peacekeeper into his arms. Crais gave a small sigh burying his head into his friend’s shoulder trying to ease the terrible ache in his head. He felt the gentle rubbing of his back, relishing the comfort being offered. Crais allowed the human to untie the band holding his hair in place loosening it to fall heavily down his back. Those fingers gently-oh-so gently rubbed his scalp in an effort to ease his pain.

"Your hair is so soft."

"Thank-you. And you smell good."

Crichton chuckled. "Yeah?"

"Hmm."

"Don't fall asleep. I won't be able to hold you up. Come on."

"Where are we going?" Crais asked as he was led off the bridge.

"We're going to get comfortable."

Crais feeling better than he had in along while wasn't about to refuse more of the compassionate comfort Crichton offered followed as he was lead to the sleeping quarters. He looked at the bed then at the human, dark eyes confused. "I thought you were going to help me with my headache."

"I am,” Crichton climbed on the bed pulling Crais with him. "I just want us to be comfortable." He maneuvered the peacekeeper until he lay between his legs with the dark head against his chest. "See if I wanted more we wouldn't still have our clothes on,” He told him quietly as he began to massage Crais's scalp and forehead again.

My head hurts,” Crais said, not sounding much like a Peacekeeper.

"I know it does, baby. Just relax. I'll make it better."

Crais listened to the gentle heartbeat against his ear. "How are you going to do that?"

"The human touch."

Crais's only response was a small sigh. The fingers in his scalp felt good. One hand moved down to try and caress his neck and chest. "Head please."

"Bossy,” Crichton told him, but he complied. Crais's hair was really soft-like warm living silk. Gently he massaged the Peacekeeper’s forehead, smiling as he felt him slip painlessly into sleep. He continued the gentle touch for a long time finally simply stroking the long beautiful hair.

This was such a hard universe, cold and uncaring and at times very violent. There didn't seem to be time for the gentler emotions. Crichton missed home. Sometimes he wished he'd never been thrown through the wormhole, but he'd made some good friends. After a very rough start the peacekeeper lying quietly against him could be counted as one. Crais moaned softly. "Shh, everything's fine. Sleep, sweetheart, sleep." Crichton whispered to him. For the longest time he continued the gentle touch. Feeling his eyes getting heavy, he finally joined his friend in sleep.

The Peacekeeper woke slowly. "C…Crichton?" He called hoarsely, trying to clear his throat.

"Yeah. How's your head?"

"Much better. Thank you."

"No problem. Do you know you drooled all over my chest?"

"I did? Oh, I am so sorry."

Crichton smiled at him. "That's alright. What's a little drool between friends? Hey? Hey, where you going? He asked, disappointed as Crais made his way off the bed.

The Peacekeeper looked at him sheepishly. "I need to use the..."

"Oh, okay. You’re coming right back, right?"

"Yes."

While Crais was in the bathroom John took off his clothes. Kicking them under the bed, before getting under the covers.

"Take off your clothes,” He told the Peacekeeper as the dark-haired man made he way back to him.

Crais stopped. "Why?'

"Cause I 'm asking you to."

"Oh. Alright."

Crichton's blue eyes widened in surprise. The Peacekeeper's headache must have been a doozy leaving him more than a little dopey. Crais never did anything he asked except for being the first one to join him in his fight against Scorpy. He lifted the blanket to let Crais in-who went straight into his former spot on top of the Crichton.

"Hey, Crais?"

"Yes?"

"Did you wash your hands?"

Crais looked up at him confused. "Why"

"Germs."

"Oh yes. I washed them."

Crichton cupped the Peacekeeper’s face. "Damn. That headache must be pretty bad. You’re still out of it. Want me to rub your head some more?"

"Yes, please,” Crais told him, meeting his eyes unable to hide the pain he was in. Gently Crichton caressed his scalp and forehead. Why are you doing this for me?" The peacekeeper asked softly, moving into the gentle touch.

"Because I think we both need it."

"But what are you getting out of it?"

"Touch. Comfort. A warm body against mine."

"Aeryn?"

"Has issues of her own. Do you know what I miss the most being away from my world?"

"What?"

"Besides my Dad and chocolate. I miss something that would be hard to explain to someone not of my world. I miss the blue skies and bluer waters. The sun on my face. The smell of pine trees on a early morning. Coffee brewing and bacon frying. Milk. I wish I could show you my world, Crais. I think you'd like it."

"I'm sure I would."

"I don't think my world is ready to meet yours, though."

"Why?"

John chuckled. “We're a curious people, Crais. The thirst for knowledge a key element in our make-up. We fight for the underdog. A just cause. Meaning we try our darnest to right a wrong wherever we see it. Everyone has the right to be free and happy. That's everyone. You know the funniest thing? Your universe is violent and hostile-for the most part my world is peaceful. I'm not saying there aren't conflicts 'cause there are. I'm only one human in this crazy universe of yours-try letting lose millions. Peacekeepers, Scorpy-don't stand a chance."

"Against our weapons?" Crais scoffed. Wincing as it renewed the ache in his head.

Crichton felt the flinch increased the pressure against the Peacekeeper’s scalp and forehead. "Oh, yeah. We'd lose a lot of humans to be sure, but before long we'd have you all dancing through the tulips."

"What does that mean?"

"We'd have you all-every last one of you realizing that you have the right to be free. To be happy."

Crais looked into the human’s blue eyes. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't know what the future holds, Crais. In case something happens to me keep up the fight."

"John?"

"Don't interrupt, let me finish. Also look after Aeryn, make sure she's okay. Put your head down on my chest." The peacekeeper did as he was told. "Take care of yourself. Can you do that for me, Crais?"

"Yes. Are all humans like you?"

"Mostly. Most of us would die for each other. I'd die for you, for Aeryn, Chiana, Argo even Rigel. I'd die for a cause I believed in."

Crichton felt Crais stiffen. "Are you telling me you’re going to die? You want to die?"

"I don't want to die, Crais. But I don't know what the future holds. I want you to be prepared for whatever happens. To be ready."

"Please, John..."

"Shh, don't get all mushy on me. Bilar, look at me." The Peacekeeper looked into blue eyes shimmering with tears. "Keep up the fight-don't give up."

Crais felt his own eyes fill and overflow. "Like you would in case something happened to me?"

"Yes."

“Alright. I will mourn you for two of your earth days."

"Only two?"

“Well then-three and no more." Both chuckled causing Crais to wince.

Crichton frowned. "Our heavy talk brought your headache back didn't it? I'm sorry. Put your head back down. I'm glad I met you, Bilar."

"Yes?"

"Hmm."

For the longest time silence filled the room as Crichton offered comfort in the gentle stroking of fingers against a aching head. "Better?"

"Yes."

"How you’d feel about a little hanky-panky?"

Crais lifted his head to find Crichton wiggling his eyebrows at him blue eyes twinkling. "Hanky Panky?" He had no idea what the human was talking about. Crichton's hands left his head to roam his back, settling on his buttocks pulling their groins close making his meaning clear. "Oh."

The human chuckled softly . “Yeah, oh. All of a sudden I’m really, really horny.”

Crais’s eyes narrowed slightly not needing the definition of horny. As it was sitting stiffly between them. “Alright.”

“Just alright?”

“Yes. Alright. I’ll have sex with you.”

Crichton sighed. “So romantic. Oh, well. Come here I want to kiss you.”

“Kiss me?”

“Yeah. You know-lips on lips. Tongue doing all sorts of crazy things inside your partners.”

John pulled Crais up rubbing his thumbs over the full sensual mouth. “You’re still pretty much out of it, huh? Maybe we should wait until your feeling better.” The blue eyes narrowed as his fingers were gently bitten.

“I’m better. I would very much like to have sex with you.”

Crichton tangled the fingers of his free hand in Crais’s long soft hair. “I don’t want to have sex with you, Bilar. I want to make love, there’s a difference. How about we do a couple of hours of the liplock thing. What do you say?”

“Alright.”

Crichton sighed again as he sat up, pulling the unresisting Peacekeeper up with him. He looked deep into the dark eyes filled with such pain. “I wish I could make you feel better.”

“You have. It’s not as bad.”

“But still you hurt.”

“Yes.”

John rubbed Crais forehead gently. “I’m sorry.”

The Peacekeeper moved his head into the touch. “Why? You didn’t cause it.”

“Yeah, but I’m still sorry about it nevertheless. I would love to be able to take it away.”

Crais smiled at him. “I know. Now about the liplock thing?”

“You want some kisses?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well, alright then.”

John pulled Crais closer their lips meeting . “Hmm, baby,” He whispered softly. Crais pulled away slightly.

“Baby? I’m a Peacekeeper. Thank-you very much.”

Crichton laughed softly pulling him back against him. “What and you can’t be my baby?”

“I’m not a youngling,” He was told scornfully.

“I know that, dumbass. It’s a form of endearment. It means that-I cherish you.

Really. Really. Like. You.” Crichton punctuated every word with a tender kiss all over the Peacekeepers face. Earning a quiet tinkling, joyful laughter that John had never heard before, but would love to hear more of.

“Well, then by all means call me baby,” He was told happily.

“Well thanks there, Peacekeeper. Hey, you ever been with a man before?”

“Yes.” Was the no nonsense reply as Crais sought more warm, happy kisses. They stopped. The peacekeeper looked at John who was looking at him oddly. “Did you think you would be the first?”

The human cleared his throat uneasily. “Yeah, well-I w…was hoping…” He trailed off uneasily.

“What?”

“I just wanted… Never mind it’s irrational,” he answered softly stroking Crais’s cheek with his forefinger.

“What is?”

Crichton moved closer his hands tangling deep into the soft hair nuzzling Crais’s nose with his own. “Hmm, even your beard is soft. That someone as beautiful as you would never have done it with another man.”

“Yes, it is irrational,” Crais replied, chuckling at the look on the human’s face. “There was only one and it wasn’t all that pleasant.”

“Oh, that makes it all that much better. Hey, you can touch me, you know.”

Crais raised his eyebrow. “I can?”

“Yeah, I won’t break.”

Crais looked at him dark eyes twinkling. “But I like it so much more when you touch me.”

“Well, that’s really one sided and oh-so-disappointing.”

“Yes? Then how about if I touch you here and here and how about here?”

John suffered the touches with tiny whimpers of pleasure arching up when the hands settled on his groin. “Whoa, lordy that feels good.” Crais stroked him with a sure touch loving the way the human felt-warm and very soft. John moved into the touch. “You do that good for only having done it once.”

“Yes?”

“Hmm.” Blue eyes glazed over as they watched Crais bring a hand up and began licking pre-come from his fingers as if it were honey. “Taste’s good?” He asked huskily.

“Hmm, yes. Sweet. Good. Taste?” Crais replied, offering his hand.

“No, I’d rather taste you.”

The peacekeeper’s eyes narrowed in arousal. “Yes, by all means.” He took his free hand running it over his hardness he gathered the fluid there offering it to his human. A tongue came out to lap at it delicately their eyes never leaving each others. Waves of passion and lust rolled over them gently growing in strength and want.

“Hmm, good. Almost like chocolate. Could replace chocolate. Crais, can I go down on you?”

“What?”

“Human term. I want to taste you some more. I want you in my mouth. Please, Crais?”

“Alright.”

The Peacekeeper lay on his back watching as John made himself comfortable between his legs. His hissed arching up as he was taken in a warm mouth. He looked down his body at the human who was looking up at him. Crais laughter when human eyebrows wiggled at him, turned to a harsh moan when Crichton increased the pressure. Softly, gently the loving continued not strong enough to bring relief. Pleasure, so much pleasure. Suddenly the pleasure stopped.

“J…John?”

“Need more, Bilar. You taste good but I need more. Lots more. Got something we can use?” Crais reached over into a side panel and pulled out a tube. “How did you know that’s what I was going to ask for?”

“A lucky guess?”

“Hmm, so smart for a Peacekeeper,” Crichton told him kissing him gently. Warming the liquid in his hands applying it first to Crais. Who watched him in fascination as he then applied it to himself. Then slowly, carefully lowered himself. “You feel so good, Crais. So damn good.”

“I could say the same about you,” Crais told him arching up into the slow penetration. Crichton smiled. “Well than by all means say it?”

“You feel good, too.”

A few experimental raising and lowering as they adjusted to one another. “I…I’m glad you like it. Better than the last time?” John asked as he increased his motion of his body over Crais’s.

“Oh, yes. Much.”

“Crais?”

“Y…yes, John?”

The Peacekeeper watched as the blue of Crichton’s eyes dilated disappearing almost completely. “L…Let’s frell,” He was told as his human began to move frantically over him. Crais moaned harshly. Goddess he’d never felt anything like it as body above him rose and fell almost violently. His hands tore at the bedcovers as he was ridden to within an inch of his life and beyond. “H…Harder, Crais. Come on harder. I can take it. Give it to me harder,” Sweat pouring off of him to coat the peacekeeper’s body as well. “Oh, yeah. That’s good. So good. Hurt’s a little but it feels so good.”

With a harsh sound Crais spasmed pulling the human down to him. Crichton allowed it never stopping the motion of his body, slowing so he could kiss Crais better. “Hmm, good. So fucking good,” He whispered in to an ear he was gently nuzzling. Suddenly he stilled a stunned look on his face as he spilled his seed all over Crais. Who shouted hoarsely as it burnt his sensitized flesh.

“John?”

“What?”

“Hmm?”

“You called my name. What?” John asked, still moving against Crais he stroked the sweat soaked face staring up at him in confusion. “I did?”

“Yeah.”

Crais frowned up at him. Finally after a second John gave him a brilliant smile. “Gottcha.”

Crais returned the smile a finger caressing the side of his human’s face. “Silly human,” He replied, affectionately.

Said human moved into the touch. “Hmm, yeah. Kiss?”

“Yes, please.”

The kiss was a gentle loving ending with their foreheads touching, enjoying the aftermath in quiet contentment.

“How’s you head?” John asked rubbing his cheek against Crais’s beard covered one.

“Hmm, still hurts.”

Crichton looked deep into the dark eyes. “Yeah?”

“Hmm, yes. Still hurts,” Crais replied, pitifully.

“Want me to make it all better?”

Crais arched up earning a small pleasure-filled moan from the human. “Yes, please.”

“Where does it hurt?”

Crais touched his lips. “Here.”

John smiled as he lowered his head. Yeah? Bad?”

Dark eyes looked up at guilelessly. “Hmm, yes.”

“I’ll just have to keep kissing you until its all better,” Crichton whispered as he met the lips reaching up for his hungrily.