Trip loved the movie-evenings. It was a highlight in his week, for as usual, he was sitting next to Malcolm, sharing a big bowl of popcorn. When the lights went down and the movie started, he was able to let his mind wander free.

In his mind he could take Malcolmīs hand, could caress it. Sometimes he even imagined kissing him in the middle of the movie, like teenagers kissing in the back row. He would gently stroke Malcolmīs jawline, would touch the upper lip with his thumb, then he would kiss those delicious pink lips until they were swollen from his loving assault.

Usually this was the point where he had to concentrate on the film again, or on some problem in engineering. Otherwise he wouldnīt be able to stand up when the lights went on again. His jeans just werenīt made for hiding a hard-on.

This evening it was even harder than usual for him to sit beside Malcolm, for the English man was looking absolutely gorgeous. He wore dark blue jeans and a grey shirt, matching the colour of his eyes. Eyes that Trip could easily get lost in.

How many times had he missed something Malcolm had said to him, just because he had looked too deeply into these stormy depths? He didnīt know, for he had stopped counting.

Sometimes Trip wondered if Malcolm was aware of the effect he had on other people, especially on him.

Tonight when the lights went down and the movie started, Trip had his own movie running in his head...

"Oh god, Malc, yes. Thatīs it." Trip groaned. He was lying naked to the waist on his bed, flat on his stomach. Malcolm was kneeling above him and was busy kneading some bad tension out of his friendīs shoulders and back. He just found one very tense muscle and was working on relaxing it. He dug his fingers deep into the flesh of his shipmate.

Trip felt the pain of the tension slowly ease away and found himself suddenly wonderfully aware of those hands gliding over his bare flesh -- an awareness that caused him a little inconvenience in his trousers.

He felt Malcolmīs hands slide deeper to the small of his back and begin to knead again here and there. It had been a hard day for both man, and only the fact that Trip had mentioned his aching back during their dinner at the mess had saved his day.

Now he was lying here...Malcolms hands on his back, gently caressing his skin.

His arousal grew, and with a tender smile he turned around. He stretched out his right hand to gently stroke Malcolmīs face.

"You did a fabulous job with this massage. Now kiss me, darlinī."

With a slight smile Malcolm leaned down to capture Tripīs lips in a loving kiss. He slid his tongue inside the velvety mouth and deepened the kiss.

Malcolmīs hands roamed over the other manīs chest and began to play with his nipples. Trip moaned softly into Malcolmīs mouth. Suddenly Malcolm parted from him and let his lips wander down the body beneath him in a southernly direction. Trip breathing became heavy. His rational thinking began to fade away with every inch that those deliciously teasing lips moved nearer to his arousal.

Trip closed his eyes as he felt his trousers being opened and pulled down by experienced hands. His underwear followed in an instant, and he felt that indescribable mouth close around his penis.

He moaned deeply. His hands clenched the bedcovers and he became pure bliss. Malcolmīs tongue swirled round his shaft and gently licked him up and down. After a few minutes, Trip wanted to return the favour, but more than anything else he wanted to taste his lover. He opened his eyes again, propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Malcolm.

The sight of that dark head doing such magic to his aroused penis made him sigh heavily in pleasure. He had to concentrate hard to remember what he was trying to say. What had it been?

Oh yes...

"Malc, darlinī, turn `round."

Malcolm raised his head and smiled at him. With feline grace he turned around and presented his hard shaft to Tripīs waiting lips. Trip closed his hand around his loverīs erection and began gently stroking it. He heard Malcolmīs moan and took him deep in his mouth, enjoying the soft texture of the skin. He gently nibbled his way down along his prey and enjoyed the noises Malcolm made in response.

He began to knead Malcolmīs butt with his free hand and was rewarded with a new sound -- a sound that seemed to come from deep inside his lover. Bolder now, he moistened his index finger, searched carefully for the entrance to his loverīs body, and when he found it, gently inserted his finger. He heard that noise again and felt his own penis being released for a second, before Malcolm began to devour him again, this time with a ferocious hunger. Steadily Trip let his finger glide in and out, in rhythm to his caresses on the English manīs shaft.

It seemed to drive Malcolm wild. His movements became faster and harder. He began to stroke Tripīs balls making the southener forget his own name.

When Trip felt his climax building, he wanted to warn his lover. But before he could say anything, his release hit him, and with a shout he came into this wonderful mouth. He felt like he had gone to heaven. For a few seconds he just lay there, bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm.

All the while he had never released Malcolmīs erection. When he came, he had squeezed it involuntary and felt it harden even more. Now he recognised that his lover was just a few strokes from coming too. Trip took him in his mouth again and began to suck hard. After a few seconds, Malcolm tried to withdraw from Tripīs grip around his shaft.

"Trip, no...take care. Oh god, love, yes. Iīm coming. Iīm...aaaaahhh!"

With a harsh roar he came and Trip swallowed it without thinking.

Malcolm turned and gave Trip a soft kiss on his lips. Panting, they lay together for a while while they recovered their breath.

"Oh Malcolm, darlinī. Youīre amazing. I love you so much."

Trip snuggled closer to the smaller man and closed his eyes again...

"Trip? Youīre okay?"

He heard the whisper of his lover, who sounded a bit concerned. With a dreamy smile Trip opened his eyes...

...and looked into Malcolmīs storm-grey eyes. Suddenly he noticed that they were STILL sitting at the movieīs and that he was definitely NOT lying with his lover in his bed. Trip felt himself flush furiously and was grateful for the darkness of the room as he realized that this time his hand hadnīt wandered to the popcorn bowl, but to Malcolmīs handwhich he was still holding in a tight grip.

He pulled his hand back as if it was lying in open fire.

"Iīm sorry." he mumbled quietly.

"What for?"

He heard a trace of amusement in the armoury Officerīs voice.

"For...aaah! You know what. For takinī your hand and holding it."

"Oh, I see. So it wasnīt because the film was so moving?" Yes, the tone was definitely amused, filled with a silent laughter.

Amused, not angry! Trip felt a little relieved.

"What film was it anyway?" he whispered back to Malcolm.

"I donīt recall. It was more fascinating to watch you. You seemed to be in your own movie. Was it that good?"

Trip laughed a little.

"You wouldnīt believe how good it was. You wouldnīt believe..."

Now Malcolm really seemed curious. "Say...perhaps youīd like to join me for a beer afterwards? And maybe tell me about it?"

Trip wasnīt sure if he could handle being alone in a room with Malcolm after this vivid daydream.

"Aah...I dunno..."

"Oh come on. Itīs still early in the evening, and we can leave right now if you like. Anyway you didnīt seem to be too interested in the movie playing on the screen."

Trip couldnīt help laughing out loud. His crewmates around him,who obviously wanted to watch the movie, hissed in annoyance. He leaned over to Malcolm and whispered,

"Got me. Letīs go."

They were silent on their way to Malcolmīs quarters; for once Trip didnīt know what to say. He was thinking hard. Should he lie? Say something about him and TīPol?

Or should he dare to tell the truth and hope he and Malcolm could stay friends after that? Anyway he has been holding MALCOLMīs hand and not TīPolīs, right? Would it make any sense to try to claim it was all about someone else?

The door opened with a quiet hiss and both man entered Malcolmīs quarters.

"Make yourself comfortable. Iīll get the beer." Malcolm gestured to the small table beneath the viewport.

Trip looked around the sparsely furnished quarters as he sat down at the table. Everything was in itīs place. No shirt was lying around, there were no glasses on the table, and the bed was neatly made to proper specifications. Somehow Trip didnīt expect anything less.

When Malcolm returned with two bottles of beer, Trip had decided to wait for his friend to mention his little ... scene during the movie.

Malcolm took the opposite chair, picked up his beer and leaned back.

"So. What was it you were thinking about?"

Trip cursed inwardly. Dammit, of course he hadnīt forgotten about it. Hello! This was Malcolm. Thereīs no way he would have just forgotten about it.

"Aah...well, Iīm sure you wonīt want to know about it."

Malcolm leaned forward and Trip could see little devilīs dancing in the other manīs eyes.

"Youīre wrong. I really do want to know."

Trip was just about to tell him a wild story about himself and Hoshi or maybe even TīPol, when Malcolm looked him straight in the eye.

"And tell me the truth, if you please?"

Trip swallowed hard and took an encouraging gulp of his beer. Okay, here we go...

"Would you believe I was thinkinī about Crewman Cutler? I mean, sheīs sweet, really... No? Well then...I...aah...I was thinking about yoeman..."

His voice trailed off and the rest of the sentence was lost for Malcolm.

"Pardon me? I didnīt quite catch that last bit."

"You know, there was this hurt in my back and we had dinner and I told you `bout it and then..."

Malcolm raised a hand to stop Tripīs rambling.

"Hold it! Who did you have dinner with, and what exactly did you tell me about? Iīm not quite sure I can follow you."

Trip looked up into these marvelous dark-grey eyes, and before he knew exactly what he was doing, he took a chance and went whole-hog.

He stood up, went to the other side of the table, pulled Malcolm up to his feet, draw him closer, and gave him a tentative kiss on those lips heīd dreamed of so many times.

The world froze.

For a moment both men stood in silence, just gazing at each other.

Finally Trip couldnīt stand the silence any longer.

"Malc? Say something!"

"What took you so long?"

With a big smile on his face, Malcolm echoed Tripīs gesture, pulling him near and kissing him back. As he deepend the kiss, he let his hands wander down to Tripīs butt and squeezed it lightly. Trip moaned in his throat and closed his arms around Malcolm, combing his fingers trough the dark strands of his hair. When at last they separated, Malcolm rested his head on the taller manīs shoulder and sighed lightly.

"Now, seriously. Why did you wait so long?"

Tripīs head swam in a dreamy haze. He couldnīt think quite clearly, and, to be honest, he didnīt really want to.

Here he was, and all he had been fantasizing about for the last few months finally seemed to be coming true.

With a smile playing at the edge of his lips he replied.

"I donīt know. Maybe I was insecure, not knowing if you could feel for me anything like what I feel for you."

Malcolm raised his head and looked into Tripīs eyes.

"And that is?"

Trip swallowed, looking suddenly very vulnerable. "Desire. Heat. Passion...Love."

The last word was barely audible. But it was audible enough. Malcolm heard it loud and clear. He laughed a little.

"Youīre amazing, Mr. Tucker. You really did hide it very successful from me, do you know that?"

Trip smiled. "That was all part oī the plan."

With these words he leaned closer again and captured Malcolmīs lips in a kiss, more urgent this time. Full of passion and heat. He let his hands roam over the smaller manīs body, efficiently stripping him down to his skin in the process. Hot, open-mouthed kisses followed his hands, making the other man moan in exquisite delight. Step by step he pushed Malcolm back toward his bed, until the armoury officer fell backwards onto the covers with a helpless and very surprised yelp.

Trip was more than willing to make his dreams come true, so he settled himself comfortable between Malcolmīs spread legs and took his fully erect length self-indulgently in his mouth.

Soft skin over rocky hardness. It was thrilling.

He covered the inside of the other manīs thigh with tiny butterfly kisses, in his mind forming a chain to bind this incredible man to him in love.

He heard the occasional gasps, the deep moans, and felt the English manīs breathing become ragged. He smiled, knewing his lover was getting closer and closer to the edge.

Tenderly he nibbled on the underside of the hard shaft before swallowing it again with a low humming sound in the back of his throat. He felt the body beneth him shiver with anticipation.

Suddenly he felt Malcolmīs hand in his hair, trying to pull him up,> away from his prey.

"Trip, please stop. Iīm not sure I canīt stand it any longer."

With a very self-confident smile Trip replied. "I know. And you donī have to. Come for me, Malc. Please. I wanna see you reaching the top."

Without mercy he took him in his mouth again, sucking hard, fiercely, playing gently with his balls and making again these humming sounds. Suddenly Malcolmīs penis seemed to get even harder and with an inarticulate shout Malcolm came in Tripīs waiting mouth.

Without hesitation, Trip swallowed it all lovingly. It tasted so good. He was overwhelmed with his feelings for this man.

When he was sure that there was nothing left for him, he carefully climbed up next to Malcolm and watched him regaining his breath.

After what seemed an eternity, the smaller man opened his eyes and smiled at Trip. Without words, Malcolm grabbed Trip around his neck and pulled him close for a deep and passionate kiss.

"You are absolutely amazing, love."

Another kiss.

"Just why did you wait so long?"

Kiss. A hand wandering down his body in a southernly direction, closing around Tripīs still fully erect shaft. He gasped at that sensation.

"Say, may I help you with your...problem now?"

Malcolmīs voice, thick with desire and filled with emotions, sent a shiver down Tripīs spine.

Oh that accent! That voice! He could listen to it for hours.

But now he was about to discover another one of his armoury officerīs many talents. With one swift movement Malcolm turned Trip around so the taller man was laying on his back. Trip closed his eyes, feeling, smelling, becoming pure bliss. He felt Malcolmīs lips, his hands, his teeth and...oh god...his tongue doing magic.

It didnīt take Trip long to come. He had been on sexual overload ever since he stepped into these quarters. After a few licks and strokes, his release hit him like a hammer. He came with a loud moan and entwined his fingers in the bedcovers.

He lay panting, afraid to open his eyes again. Afraid to find himself alone again, as he had so many times before.

But then he felt a tender kiss on his eyes. A warm tongue gliding down his throat, lovingly nibbling on his shoulderblades before returning to his mouth, demanding entrance. Trip opened his mouth and deepend the kiss. Hesitantly he opened his eyes and smiled.

"Youīre real."

"You doubt it?"

Trip closed his arms around his lover.

His lover.

He liked the sound of that.

"No. Never again. Did I tell you that Iīve fallen completely in love with you?"

Malcolm gazed at him, pretending to be thinking hard. Then he shook his head.

"No, not yet. But I can assure, that the feeling is absolutely mutual."

Tripīs face lit up in a beauiful smile. He lay back, pulling Malcolm with him. He gave him a loving peck on his forehead and pulled the blankets up to cover them both.

Malcolm gazed at him for a few moments, a question in his eyes. "Do you want to stay the night?"

The deeply satisfied southener nodded.

"No way Iīm gonna go now. Itīs the only way to be sure tomorrow morning that I wasnīt dreaming again."

Malcolm gave him a half smile and settled himself comfortably against Tripīs chest.

"Good night, love."

"Gīnight, darlinī."

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