-------this is my first Red Dwarf fic so please be gentle .Set at the time of "thanks for the Memory" just some mild slash in places and some angst. All charcters belong entirely to Rob Grant & Doug Naylor and those nice people at the BBC.----------
Poor Rimmer. Lister wished he just hadn't bothered with the death-day party .If he had know that a drunk Rimmer was more than a hologramatic hangover and maybe a bit of sickness; it was male bonding In a way that no man should ever bond. No not sex (Lister wished, how he wanted to feel Arnie's touch) well yeah in a way sex but not the way Lister would have liked. He wanted to know Rimmer was like him. Underneath the façade of weedy technician there was a rampant Tiger. Lister wanted Arnie to pounce on him. Tonight Arnie had had a great time. Rimmer had really let himself go and Listy just loved to see him smile, and when he danced he was so loose. He knew that the party had done Rimmer some good, but judging from the results maybe he'd taken it too far.
"Once! One time only!" it had come out of the blue. One minute he was talking about how much time he spent sucking up to Tod Hunter and the next… Rimmer had started his rant of self-loathing, and was now telling Lister some details that would embarrass most men. Sober men that is. Lister had tried to stop him but Rimmer was adamant that this was something that Lister just had to know.
"Don't tell me this rimmer you'll want to kill yourself in the morning."
Lister could understand Rimmer's ineptitude and didn't think less of him for only having sex once. In fact he had been hoping he was saving himself for someone special. Someone like him. Lister sighed his deep brown eyes were wistful. Lister did not want to sit and think about whatever fantastic experience Rimmer had had. He wanted to be able to sleep tonight not be filled with sexual frustration and jealousy at whatever lucky sod haunted Rimmer's thoughts.
"Yvonne McGruder a single brief liaison with the ships female boxing champion. March the 16th 7:31pm - 7:43pm. 12 minutes and that included the time it took to eat the pizza." Lister regained just a thread of hope. I mean Yvonne was hardly the most feminine woman. She had wider shoulders than Lister did. Still all through Rimmer's speech and even after he had drifted into a drunken slumber, Lister's heavy lids remained open. Every time he tried to shut them his eyes were assaulted with scenes of wild passion. In the middle of one particularly Graphic scene where Lister, torso gleaming with beads of perspiration, gasping as Rimmer standing behind him tall and muscular, kissed his neck passionately and thrust him over the table with the thought of Rimmer pushing into him, his arms flailing and smacking that damm toaster out of the way, Lister decided that he just couldn't take it any more. Dave slipped silently off the top bunk and looked lustfully at Arnold. He had said he would give it all up to have loved and to have been loved .If only he knew. Lister promised He'd give him a present He'd never forget.
Lister moved smoothly through the halls and reached the hologram simulation suite. Looking around the room he saw various images of Rimmer, some close up some from odd angles some replays of events that had happened that day. Dave sat at a monitor and placed an odd looking helmet on his head. He downloaded his memories, his ideas, and his fantasies. The Screen behind Lister saw a content Rimmer, smiling as his mind filled with blissful thoughts.
Poor Rimmer. Lister wished he just hadn't bothered with the death-day party .If he had know that a drunk Rimmer was more than a hologramatic hangover and maybe a bit of sickness; it was male bonding In a way that no man should ever bond. No not sex (Lister wished, how he wanted to feel Arnie's touch) well yeah in a way sex but not the way Lister would have liked. He wanted to know Rimmer was like him. Underneath the façade of weedy technician there was a rampant Tiger. Lister wanted Arnie to pounce on him. Tonight Arnie had had a great time. Rimmer had really let himself go and Listy just loved to see him smile, and when he danced he was so loose. He knew that the party had done Rimmer some good, but judging from the results maybe he'd taken it too far.
"Once! One time only!" it had come out of the blue. One minute he was talking about how much time he spent sucking up to Tod Hunter and the next… Rimmer had started his rant of self-loathing, and was now telling Lister some details that would embarrass most men. Sober men that is. Lister had tried to stop him but Rimmer was adamant that this was something that Lister just had to know.
"Don't tell me this rimmer you'll want to kill yourself in the morning."
Lister could understand Rimmer's ineptitude and didn't think less of him for only having sex once. In fact he had been hoping he was saving himself for someone special. Someone like him. Lister sighed his deep brown eyes were wistful. Lister did not want to sit and think about whatever fantastic experience Rimmer had had. He wanted to be able to sleep tonight not be filled with sexual frustration and jealousy at whatever lucky sod haunted Rimmer's thoughts.
"Yvonne McGruder a single brief liaison with the ships female boxing champion. March the 16th 7:31pm - 7:43pm. 12 minutes and that included the time it took to eat the pizza." Lister regained just a thread of hope. I mean Yvonne was hardly the most feminine woman. She had wider shoulders than Lister did. Still all through Rimmer's speech and even after he had drifted into a drunken slumber, Lister's heavy lids remained open. Every time he tried to shut them his eyes were assaulted with scenes of wild passion. In the middle of one particularly Graphic scene where Lister, torso gleaming with beads of perspiration, gasping as Rimmer standing behind him tall and muscular, kissed his neck passionately and thrust him over the table with the thought of Rimmer pushing into him, his arms flailing and smacking that damm toaster out of the way, Lister decided that he just couldn't take it any more. Dave slipped silently off the top bunk and looked lustfully at Arnold. He had said he would give it all up to have loved and to have been loved .If only he knew. Lister promised He'd give him a present He'd never forget.
Lister moved smoothly through the halls and reached the hologram simulation suite. Looking around the room he saw various images of Rimmer, some close up some from odd angles some replays of events that had happened that day. Dave sat at a monitor and placed an odd looking helmet on his head. He downloaded his memories, his ideas, and his fantasies. The Screen behind Lister saw a content Rimmer, smiling as his mind filled with blissful thoughts.