Title: “Facial Hair”
Series: Stand alone fic.
Author: Shaun Wunder
Email: [email protected]
Website: http://fiction.entstcommunity.org/archive/authorS.html
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Tucker/Archer/Reed
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: S3 episode “Twilight”. Archer returns to the ship. His former crew greet him. Malcolm stands there sporting a mustache and goatee.
Summary: How Malcolm acquired the mustache and goatee.
Disclaimer: Nope these guys don’t belong to me.
Note: This story belongs to Louise for her birthday.

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Damn straight!! "Thick and straight," dreamt Malcolm as he imagined having his men make love to him in both ends. His dick hardened as he daydreamed, which keeps the mind exercised, now he wanted sexercise. The uniform grew tight, because he couldn’t stop thinking of his men fucking him at the same time. Rotisserie game. "Mmmm," he dreamt to himself. Damn, he wished duty was over.

Looking at his Jon sitting there in the command chair, drove Malcolm's penis harder and throbbing for an ass or a hot mouth from a lover. Or even a hand job would suffice, but getting the uniform messy from the inside was too sticky. So the next best thing was hiding behind his console, as he stared at Jon, Malcolm rubbed himself. Malcolm's lips and the inside of his mouth were tasting Trip's or Jon's dick while the other fucked him. The tongue rubbed against the teeth. As the saliva built up, he was hard at swallowing it.

His mouth craved for a dick as his dick craved for a hot mouth from the one he would suck. Then his dick would crave a hot moist asshole to bury itself in. Then fuck that ass until the dick spewed it's most precious cargo inside. "Oh, shit," he whispered to himself, as his mind and dick continued thinking on their own. Both hands caressed the thickened appendage wanting to break through the uniform. The cock was pushing so hard against the constricting material he was experiencing pain. Malcolm kept rubbing, and then suddenly he cried out, "Sir, may I see you in the readyroom, please?" He felt the heat from his rising blood pressure.

Instead of answering him, Jon stepped over to the tactical station, “Malcolm, is there a problem?” He knew when the young man was horny on the bridge.

“Yes, sir, there is.” Malcolm wanted the conversation in private. Hoping he would get the answer he wanted, he went along with his superior’s conversation.

“What is it?”

Slightly, rolling the eyes and trying not to be so obvious about his horniness, Malcolm lightly blew air. “Sir, it’s a matter that can’t be handled here.”

“Oh,” Jon raised an eyebrow and then whispered, “You’re horny.”

Malcolm tried not to smile a huge smile, but nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“We’re on duty. You’ll have to wait.” Jon winked and desperately wanted to take his lover’s horniness into his own hands. Oooo, Jon realized he had to wait also. “Damn,” he said lightly for the both of them to hear.

“Yes, sir,” His spirits were let down, but the dick was still hard. Before the captain’s departure, Malcolm watched Jon trace the lips with the tongue, which drove Malcolm into an excited breathing pattern. Why Jon always had to do that to him, Malcolm had no idea, but it made him clench the teeth and tighten the jaw in order to control his dire need of sex or he was going to jump over the damned console and fuck Jon right through the fucking uniform.

Jon knew what he was doing. Everytime Malcolm grew horny on duty; Jon just had to drive him further. But the rewards for Malcolm’s further fervor drove him wild in bed devouring Trip and Jon with all the suck and fuck he could give and all the fuck and suck he could get. Giving a final eyebrow raise, Jon blew him a kiss. Strolling to his command chair, Jon knew time would go by so slow for the tactical officer. “Ahhh, yes,” he mouthed to himself for he knew sex would be at Malcolm’s horny best.

Malcolm licked his own lips as he watched the ass on Jon teasing him, taunting him on the way back to the command chair. Licking his lips, he wanted a taste of that hot ass sliding into that lucky chair.

Jon would stare over Travis’s head and Malcolm would look down at his console. He suffered the hard on until it withered in disappointment of no sex.

Later in the day.

“Hey, what's up?” besides Malcolm, Trip and Jon. Trip jovially asked as he sat his butt at the dinner table. Of course, they'd be buried inside of Malcolm anyway. Trip finally looked at Jon and read on Jon’s face that Malcolm was horny on duty again. “Ooo, our little love machine is extremely horny by now.”

Leaning forward, Jon confessed in secret, “But I gave him an extra duty.”

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, Trip asked, “You do know what that does to him?”

“Of course. He’s to damn fucking horny that he can’t think straight. His cock is battling the brain and his brain always looses out.”

“What do you have him doing now?”

“Inventory.”

“Inventory?” Trip repeated in question form, while Jon nodded his head. Scratching at his cheek, Trip wondered if he should ask, “What could he be possibly be inventorying?” The face scrunched as the mind wondered about the correctness of the last word. Shrugging, oh well, it sounded good to him.

“Weapons and ammo.” Jon couldn’t help but surround himself in his own glory. The hornier Malcolm was, the better the sex. Jon was in a mood for great sex to end the day and Malcolm will provide that great sex and want it all in return.

Throwing his hands between his thighs, Trip looked away and laughed, “Ah, Jon,” he faced the man who was laughing right along with him, “You know he can’t concentrate countin’ them weapons and such.”

“I know. As usual he’ll give up and come hunting for us.” Jon was ready to attack the lover sitting close to him, but he wanted Malcolm’s body involved. Refraining from the attack, he tried to concentrate on the conversation they were having. His breath was guided to blow over his nose and forehead in hopes of cooling his hot face. He turned the breath to cool off the cheeks that sparked with heat. His heart raced as his body ached to have a hot love making session with his guys. He reached for the glass of ice tea. Instead of drinking it, he accidentally pretended to spill it on himself. The tea spilled up over the nose and down his chin. There were too many layers of uniform to feel the cool liquid against his skin. He didn’t spill enough to cool down his hard cock. Trip laughed at the spill. Jon set the class down to reach for the napkin. “Damn, I missed my mouth.”

“Jon, you must have a hole in your lip.”

“The icecubes slid too fast.” Jon wiped the mess from his face. Patting the napkin against the uniform at last, he was feeling the cool effects touch his skin.

In the armory, Malcolm grumbled as he took inventory of the weapons. “Ah, bloody hell.” He griped remembering there were weapons stored in the hangar deck. He turned to see if there were crew around, “You,” he pointed, the crewman turned, “Go to the hangar deck and inventory the weapons there.”

“Yes, sir,”

Malcolm watched as the crewman grabbed a padd and then headed out the door.

Griping to himself, Malcolm continued under his breath, “Damn that captain. He thinks he could pull a fast one on me. Lt. Reed, I want you to inventory the weapons and ammo. It’s been several weeks since the last inventory.” Mocking himself, he groaned, “Yes, sir. Captain, sir. Right away, sir.” The fingers counted down the torpedoes, then logged it into the padd, he turned to face the other way. Again the fingers counted down the torpedoes. Looking at the padd, he had seen that, that section had been inventoried. Feeling quite upset, he growled his discontent, “Fucking bloody hell.” In a fury, the arms crossed, with the padd dangling in the fingers. Leaning on one hip, he bitched, “Why does he do this everytime, I get horny on the bridge?”

“Excuse me, sir.” A female voice interjected from across the armory.

Malcolm quickly looked toward the intruding voice. Oh shit, he had forgotten who was still around. Quickly he stated, “Never mind.” He watched the woman return to the inventory. He wondered how much she had heard. Staring at her, he then wondered if he was actually needed for the inventory. One eye squinted as his brain began to focus clearly. “Damn him,” he snapped to himself as he realized, yes the captain does have him take inventory every time Malcolm became horny on the bridge. Relaxing his angry stance, Malcolm smiled loving the man. Slowly shaking his head, he was once again horny. “Ensign, continue the inventory. I need to speak with the captain.”

“Yes, sir.”

Meanwhile, Trip and Jon had moved to the captain’s quarters. They made themselves comfortable on the bed. Soaking up the petting from both men, Porthos was stretched across their legs. Sipping their evening coffee, they were reminiscing.

“But man am I sore,” Teasingly Jon brought up the first time he had quoted those words. Their sudden laughter caused Porthos to stand on all fours. With the bodies shaking from laughter, Porthos didn’t like the feel of the vibes. Stretching, he decided to settle between them.

Of course, back then Malcolm had sat there with a smile grinning from ear to ear. Having given him a slight nudge on the arm, Trip had noticed the nasty smile on the shorter man’s face. Jon and Trip had known exactly what was behind that smile.

“That's what Malcolm had said after the first few times of insert dick in ass and get that thrustology going,” an eyebrow raising Jon quoted Malcolm as he gave his lover the I-want-sex grin.

“Yeah, I thought it sounded good too and of course, Malcolm says it feels good also. The type of cavity he likes filled. Loose that filling and get filled again,” Feeling quite horny himself, Trip tightly gripped and rubbed his hands together while sucking in his lips. As the pants grew tighter, the tongue was pushing and licking at the lips. He broke out in a sudden excited sweat.

“He's so fucking horny!!!” Delighted, Jon was grateful for Malcolm’s eager for a fuck-fest.

“But that's what we love about him,” Trip wondered why they were talking about having sex with Malcolm instead of having sex with Malcolm. The head dropped back, he wanted to attack Jon right there and then. Malcolm wasn’t the only horny guy on the ship. Lifting his butt, Trip shifted the uniform to give himself more room. Hah, there was no more room. Settling back down, Trip thought back, “Didn’t he say: Hey, I like that total pain in the ass. Of course, my ass is so loving it, that I don't feel pain any more, just that luscious dick up my ass."

Just as Jon was about to take a sip, he burst out laughing. “Yeah, that’s about right.” The mug was set between his thighs. The hands played along the mug’s rim. The heat from the coffee settled, turning his skin moist.

“You think he’d be furious about having to take inventory instead of getting laid?” Trip took a large sip and swallowed.

Holding the mug close to the lips, Jon declared, “Always. Always hot and horny.”

“OHHH!!! AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH!!!! HOT AND HORNY MALCOLM!!!” Trip burst excitedly.

As if Malcolm could hear what the two were talking about, "Yeah, that's me all right. Hot and Horny Malcolm." He dreamily imagined his men dicking him in his mouth and ass. He rocked back and forth while his men stand stiff and tall. Jon and Trip frantically kiss each other while Malcolm's worked their cocks in his mouth and ass. Suck on one dick while fuck on the other dick. Damn, Malcolm was so fucking lucky. His favorite mental picture.

He was loosing control by talking to himself, "You're bloody damn straight, I am so fucking horny all the time. I need dick treatments to satisfy my hot ass and my hot mouth. Slap an ass on my dick or a mouth, ram a dick up my ass and shove one in my mouth, I'm a happy dick camper.” Although no one was around to hear his rantings, Malcolm in his own little horny world couldn’t shut up, “Excuse me ladies, while I go track my dickmen down. Speaking of down, I love going down on my guys. I love feeling those hard throbbing cocks in my mouth. I bloody wish my mouth was big enough to suck two at a time. Man, what a luxury, having two cocks exploding in my mouth.”

On his merry way, oblivious to any one around or not, he boldly announced, “Hey, there's a party in my mouth where everybody is coming.” Malcolm drifted back to his favorite daydream. “My favorite job I have on the ship is the blowjob . I do love blowing things up, especially if it's the cock on Jon and Trip. Great explosions." Malcolm smiled as he thought of the dicks coming inside of him. "I'm just to damned sexable." He ran off to hunt down his men. Hell, the man is skipping!

Back in the cabin, Jon sounded serious enough to burst Malcolm’s bubble, “I could tell Malcolm that I need the inventory A.S.A.P.”

Trip snorted laughter. Using the back of his hand to dry the spittle, he claimed, “That will kill him.”

Smiling at the mental image of Malcolm going nuts having to get the inventory done, “I know. I couldn’t do that to him.”

Malcolm still skipping to his loves as he sang a happy, "I'm going to suck dick and get fucked" song. A happier skipping and dick-hunting Malcolm headed for Jon’s quarters. He's so fucking horny!!! Excessive and overwhelmed with horniness put Malcolm in a strange happy-go-lucky skipping mood.

Back at the nest, Trip and Jon were quiet.

Looking at his lap, Trip inhaled, then looked lovingly at Jon, “You know, I’m glad Malcolm is in our lives. I love him so much.”

Returning the loving gaze, Jon smiled, “I love him just as much. He has brought so much to our lives.” Inhaling a deep needed gasp for air, Jon finished, “Trip, I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you aboard my ship.”

Leaning over to give him a kiss, Trip swooned in Jon’s words, “Ahh, Jon that means so much to me.” He touched Jon on the arm and let it slide to Jon’s hand. They held hands as they exchanged kisses over Porthos.

“Ahh, starting without me,” Malcolm burst into the quarters, drawing Jon and Trip apart. Malcolm flung himself onto the bed. The bed bounced after his landing. Porthos, figuring four was a crowd, moved to his cushion on the floor, allowing Malcolm to crawl up into the now vacant spot. Then suddenly he sprang up on his knees and began unzipping Jon’s uniform. “Somebody better start undressing me.”

Trip reached for the zipper and was able to unzip him while Malcolm unzipped the captain.

“You guys should already be naked.” The voice was too excited, but yet at the same time backed by disappointment.

Standing on booted feet, Malcolm leaned over pulling the uniform off the shoulders and then down the arms. Jon lifted his butt as Malcolm pulled the uniform passed the ass. Trip was on his knees stripping Malcolm of his uniform. Freeing his arms and shaking the sleeves off the hands, Malcolm was reaching for Jon’s foot. Jon helped the removal of the boots. Standing erect, Malcolm ripped the uniform from Jon’s legs.

Trip knocked the legs out from under Malcolm. In surprise, Malcolm went flying to the bed. Catching himself with his arms behind him, he feared falling off the bed. Jon and Trip attacked to remove the boots. The uniform was ripped off Malcolm’s body.

Both men went to work in freeing Trip from the uniform. The uniforms were tossed into a heap. The hell with unbuttoning the black uniform shirts, they were raised over the heads and thrown to the floor. Kneeling and facing each other in a triangle pattern, the men were releasing each other of their undershirts. Malcolm helped Jon, Jon helped Trip and Trip helped Malcolm. The t-shirts soon joined the pile of uniforms. In a quickened frenzy, Malcolm sat on his naked butt to kick the legs free of the underwear.

“Jon, fuck me.” Licking his lips, Malcolm commanded, “Trip come here.”

Malcolm was suddenly flipped over on his stomach. Trip wasn’t too happy about laying at the foot of the bed. His naked body settled at the head of the bed so he could sit up and lean. Malcolm turned his head toward Trip who was waving him on with an index finger and a cute squinting eye accompanied by a come-hither smile. Trip spread the legs as Malcolm crawled between them. Shoving his butt in the air for Jon’s taking, Malcolm was ready for a good fuckjob.

After licking his fingers, Jon slipped them in Malcolm’s ass.

“I don’t want your fingers. I want your dick in my ass,” cried Malcolm hungry for the thick cock to slide into his ass. Malcolm moaned as the dick replaced the fingers. Malcolm dove for Trip’s hard cock. Trip blew out air when his dick was sucked into a hot mouth. Malcolm’s ass met Jon’s thrusting hips. He was one happy man sucking dick while getting fucked.

Malcolm crawled up to Trip’s lips. He backed away to look Trip in the eyes, “Suck my dick.” To conclude the conversation, Malcolm licked Trip’s lips, and then went back down on Trip.

Grunting, Trip complained, “Damn, give me a chance to get under you.” Malcolm lifted his head as Trip disappeared under him. After getting situated under him, Trip was ready to take the cock into his mouth. Opening his mouth, he reached up to take the cock.

With a mouth full, Malcolm moaned, “Mmmm,”

Trip wrapped his arms around Malcolm’s waist to help him hold himself in place. The hips were busy pushing the cock into Trip’s mouth and then pushing his ass sliding on Jon’s cock.

“Ou,” Trip groaned releasing Malcolm. “You’re hurting me.” He groaned. His dick has never taken on such hard sucking. Malcolm was too horny and couldn’t control his mouth. “Ouch, Malcolm, ease off.” Trip wondered if Malcolm was trying to swallow him whole or suck the dick right off of him. Trip felt the nose bury into the hair. The sucking was unenjoyable and he found it difficult to continue sucking Malcolm. He grunted as Malcolm sucked too hard. He hated those painful blowjobs. The only thing he didn’t like about Malcolm’s excessive horniness, which Malcolm wanted it all, all at once. The man ground his face into the flesh as he wanted every inch of Trip in his mouth.

Trip felt the nose dig into the skin under the hair. Still holding onto the waist, Trip let his head hang. The thrusting hips banged the cock against him. Finally, Malcolm eased up. The sucking was once again enjoyable and Trip slipped his mouth over the dick begging for a blowjob. Trip was gentle and loving while sucking on his lover. He savored the flavor as Malcolm devoured his lover.

In sheer excitement, Malcolm bit down. “Ouch,” cried Trip dropping himself onto the bed. “You son of a bitch bit me!” Trip bellowed. He was trapped underneath and couldn’t wiggle free.

Jon continued fucking the hot ass above him. Damn, was Malcolm trying to implant his face in Trip, making himself a permanent fixture. His cock was in a maniac’s mouth. He cried out in pain. The chin was digging into him; Malcolm had turned his head to suck from a different angle. The nose buried deep in the hair. He wondered how in the hell the man was breathing. Trip tried to free his cock from the mouth. Malcolm’s sucking was just too strong. As Malcolm neared his climax, he was frantically sucking on Trip. This was one blowjob he couldn’t endure and wished it was over. Nevertheless, he knew Malcolm wasn’t going to give up until Trip gave him what he wanted - a mouthful of come. It’ll be a while before he would allow Malcolm another blowjob.

In all, Trip believed Malcolm should refrain himself from getting horny while on duty. Throwing an arm over his eyes, the facial expression on Trip was pain. What made it worse was the inventory that Jon made Malcolm conduct. An overly horny Malcolm was a dangerous animal to Trip’s cock. He wished Malcolm wanted Jon in his mouth and spare Trip’s cock from the painful experience. He jumped at every pain that coursed through his cock. He wondered when the damn thing was going to give in and come. Crapola, those painful blowjobs made it difficult for Trip to come.

Finally, the cock dangling above him exploded spewing semen on his neck. The warm fluid trickled down the sides of his neck leaving a sticky trail. He felt it curve to the back of the neck then drip to the bed.

Groaning and moaning out loud, Jon thrust harder. Throwing his head back, he concentrated on fucking and having his semen squirt inside his lover. At last, Jon let out a loud, long, deep throated grunt as he came inside Malcolm. He continued thrusting to get every drop out of himself. Trip was thankful when Jon finally stopped the thrusting. Malcolm’s hips settled, but it didn’t settle Malcolm’s mouth still going gung-ho on Trip. Jon pulled out after shrinking to normal size.

Finally, Trip came into Malcolm’s mouth as he swallowed every loving drop. He continued sucking to get every loving drop.

“Ah, shit, Malcolm. I’m spent,” bitched Trip and managed to pull Malcolm off his dick. He knew he was going to be sore for the next few days. Argh, how he hated those painful blowjobs, but this was the worst. Malcolm flipped over onto sitting on his butt.

Trip weakly raised his head to view the damage to his cock. Trip was wide eyed with the jaw dropped against the chest. Jon was in shock and couldn’t think of words to say.

“Fucking shit,” In disbelief, Trip began as he stared at Malcolm.

“Yeah, really,” a dazed Jon lightly quoted. Jon made sure he was getting a good look at Malcolm. “Fucking shit,” Jon repeated just as equally stunned.

“Hell, Malcolm.” Trip pointed out, “You go down with nothing and come up wearing a mustache and goatee.”

~The End~