A/N: As usual, if you want the real dirty version go to the RDSS.

She led him up the stairs to a long corridor of numbered doors. They stopped at number nineteen and she ushered him inside. "Just make yourself comfortable and I'll send him right up," she beamed. Rimmer nodded mutely and she left, closing the door behind her.

He looked around himself. The room was fairly small, incorporating just a double bed and a small nightstand, with a shabby lamp perched on top. He switched it on and turned off the main light, giving the room a warm glow. There was a tiny bathroom to one side and he ducked in quickly to relieve himself. His heart was thumping madly, he didn't think he'd ever been so nervous before in his life. What was he doing here? This had been a bad idea; maybe he should just leave...

Outside in the bedroom, he heard the door open and close. He closed his eyes, holding his breath for a moment or two. The world had started to go fuzzy. When he felt composed enough, he stepped out into the bedroom.

There was a man standing over by the grubby window in a black t-shirt and jeans, peering down into the street. He turned around when he heard Rimmer tiptoe out of the bathroom and smiled, "Hi,"

Rimmer studied him. He was smaller than he'd seemed in the picture, but that was okay; that was right somehow. He was also a fair bit thinner, which wasn't. But the eyes were right, and the smile. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked playfully. Rimmer detected more than a hint of a Liverpool accent in his voice. He was obviously from Earth.

"Sorry," Rimmer stammered, "It's just I...I'm a little nervous right now."

"It's your first time in a place like this, right?" he said, sympathetically, walking over to him. Rimmer nodded. The guy took his hand gently and led him over to sit on the bed, "It's okay. I haven't been here that long myself."

"What's your name?" Rimmer asked, feeling slightly bolder. The guy tipped his head on one side, mildly surprised. People didn't usually bother to ask. "Dave," he told him, "What's yours?"

"Arnold,"

"Oh," he smiled slightly, "Sorry."

"That's okay. It gets worse. My middle name is Judas." Dave winced,

"Did your parents not like you or something?"

"Not very much," Rimmer admitted. Dave smiled and squeezed his hand,

"Never mind, eh? I like you."

"Yeah, but you're being paid to say that."

"Nothing gets past you, does it?" Dave grinned cheekily and Rimmer couldn't help smiling back.

"So," Dave said, all business-like, "How do you want to do this?"

"Oh, um...I'm not sure," Rimmer said awkwardly, "I've never..."

"I know," Dave said patiently, "Just tell me what you want and we'll go from there."

"No, I mean...It's not just that I've never been somewhere like this before," Rimmer said helplessly, "It's that...Well...I've never done it like this before at all." Dave looked at him blankly. "With a boy," Rimmer explained.

"Ohhh," Dave said slowly, catching on, "I see."

Rimmer looked down embarrassed. He felt a gentle hand lift his chin up, "Hey," Dave said tenderly, "That's okay. Don't worry about it. You'll be fine. It's not that different to being with a woman."

"Yes, but I've only done that once," Rimmer told him desperately, "And I don't think I was very good at it!" Dave stifled a laugh,

"Right, okay. I can see we're going to have to take this slow." He reached over and gently tucked a stray curl behind Rimmer's ear, "You're going to be fine. How long have you known you were...this way?"

"Pretty much all my life," Rimmer said with difficulty. His ear felt warm and tingly where Dave had touched it. "And you never even let yourself try it?" Rimmer shook his head, "I couldn't. I just couldn't..."

Dave looked at him for a moment then tugged softly at his hand, "Come here." Rimmer looked up at him, almost timidly, and saw something he'd very rarely seen in anyone's face before. Kindness. Dave leaned over and gave him a feather-light kiss on the lips. "Was that so bad?" he whispered.

"No," Rimmer replied, "No, it was...it was...nice."

"Take your jacket off."

Rimmer struggled out of it obediently and Dave took it and hung it on the back of the door, then came and sat down beside him again. "You say you've felt this way all your life?"

"Yes," Rimmer nodded.

"So, you must have had thoughts about other men. Dreams. Fantasies."

"Well, yes, but..."

"So show me," Dave whispered. He took Rimmer's hand and kissed it, "Show me everything you've always wanted."

"But..." Rimmer stammered weakly. Dave shushed him tenderly,

"It will be okay," he told him, "I want you to. I want to see what you've been hiding away all these years."

Rimmer gazed at him, trying to make sense of his conflicting emotions. Trying to decide where to start. He reached out tentatively to touch Dave's cheek. It felt warm and completely smooth; he'd obviously just shaved. Dave sat perfectly still, letting Rimmer do the touching for now. Encouraged, Rimmer reached for one of the soft locks hanging down his back and stroked it, feeling a warm rush inside his chest when Dave smiled. It gave him some courage. He moved closer to him on the bed and lightly touched the back of his neck. For the first time Dave shifted slightly, but he didn't seem uncomfortable. He seemed...excited. Rimmer swallowed hard, then drew in a deep breath and leaned forward to gently press his lips to the soft hollow at the base of Dave's throat. He felt him sigh, and at the same time he caught the scent of aftershave lingering on his skin. He started to get hard. Achingly hard.

He moved his lips up along his throat and gently kissed his jaw. This time Dave murmured and Rimmer felt his fingers sliding through his hair. He lifted his head up and they kissed. Dave's lips were warm and sweet and utterly giving, accepting Rimmer's kiss as gratefully as if it were the best present they'd ever had.

When the kiss ended, Dave drew back onto the bed, bringing Rimmer with him. He kissed him again and slid his arms up around his neck, then eased down onto his back, gently pulling Rimmer down on top of him.

Rimmer felt like he was going to explode. The feel of another body against his was so new, so precious, he didn't want it to end. The slow steady revelation of Dave's body, as bit by bit he stripped off his clothes, was like magic. Rimmer explored each naked limb as though it were a whole new world unto itself, delving into every curve and crevice; even kissing the tiny folds inside his elbows and the backs of his knees. He became obsessed. In the golden light from the lamp, Dave's skin was the colour of cafe au lait, his dark eyes showing two glowing sparks of amber within their depths that hypnotised Rimmer with their beauty. He wanted him...He wanted him so badly...

Dave seemed to sense something, because he reached out with one hand to pull open the drawer of the nightstand and retrieve a small tube. "What's that?" Rimmer asked timidly. "Lubricant," Dave explained. He squirted a generous dose into his palm and started to massage it over Rimmer's eager erection. Rimmer whimpered and wriggled under his touch. The feel of his warm tight fist almost made him come right away. Dave tugged him forward, guiding him to the right place.

"Just there..." he whispered to him, "Gently...gently...ah! That's right!" Rimmer let out a euphoric gasp as he eased into him, "God, you're so tight! I've never felt anything like this!" He gazed down at him adoringly, then wrapped his arms round him and held him tight, covering his face with kisses. His hips were moving almost of their own accord, grinding against the warm pillow of Dave's ass with utter abandon. Managing to prop himself up on one arm, he gently cupped the back of Dave's neck, tilting his face up towards him. "I think I'm in love with you," he whispered. Dave smiled and kissed him and the sensation was just one step too far for Rimmer. He came; stars bursting in front of his eyes like a supernova.