Dessert's On Me
Title: Dessert's On Me
Author: Reedfem
Author's e-mail: [email protected]
Date: Posted to EntSTSlash & TuckerReed 08 May 2003,
sent to MEGA on 14 Jul 2003
Archive: Permission to archive granted to EntSTCommunity
Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise
Category: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
Pairing: Tucker/Reed
Main characters: Tucker, Reed
Summary: Trip finally watched that vid of 9 1/2 Weeks
Warnings: None
Series: The Sensuous Malcolm Reed
Beta: Just me, myself and I.
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: These characters are copyrighted by Paramount,
no copyright infringement is intended and no money was made. The poor boys
just keep following me home and begging to stay. Quite nicely, too!
Author's notes: Another plot-free sensual Malcolm pleasure
fest. I'll get this out of my system eventually.
"Do you trust me, Malcolm?"
That was unexpected.
"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" Since we were
having lunch in the mess hall, I was curious as to his thought processes.
"Just something I got in mind. For later."
Trip's voice dropped into a lower octave.
"Oh?" He had my full attention now. I raised my
eyebrows, waiting for more.
Trip took another bite of his food and smiled at me. It was
a promising, dangerous smile. I was tantalized.
"Trip?"
"Nuh-uh, I ain't telling. You'll just have to be
patient," he winked. "I know how good you are at that."
"Fine." I decided to switch tactics. "I'll
see you later then. I have duties to attend to." I shoved back in my
chair, preparing to get up.
"Aw, Malcolm, c'mon now, sit back down. Don't get your
knickers in a twist."
"What?" I looked at him in astonishment.
"Did'ja like that one?" Trip grinned in delight.
"Hoshi's been trying to teach me to speak British."
"Oh, God help us all."
"I figure if I learn your native language, maybe we
won't have so many misunderstandings."
"Misunderstandings?"
"Okay, fights. Arguments. Knock down-drag
outs."
I smile. "Let's call them disagreements. Although I
daresay if we *had* any 'knock down-drag outs', I can tell you who'd be the one
knocked down and dragged out."
"Oooh, promises, promises, Lieutenant." He winked
at me.
"You're not going to tell me, are you?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
"Then I'll be waiting with... worms on my
tongue." Two could play this game, I decided.
Trip almost choked. "What?!"
I patted his shoulder as I left the table. "Baited breath,
love."
***
The rest of the day went fairly quickly. The phase cannon
modifications were almost completed and I had my team in a frenzy trying to
finish up before the weapons might be needed to protect the ship.
Trip sent me a message about halfway through the afternoon.
"My place. 1900. Skip dessert."
I was intrigued.
***
I presented myself at Trip's door at 1855. When it opened,
I stepped into total darkness.
"Trip?" I reached out, searching for the wall
switch. A hand grabbed mine.
"Trust, remember Malcolm?" Trip's quiet voice
halted my automatic fight response.
"Yes."
"Good." A hand ran over my cheek and a light kiss
was dropped on my lips. "Strip."
I pause. "Okay." He stood beside me as I
undressed, taking each item from me as I got it off. Then I stood there in
the dark - naked. Waiting.
"I have a blindfold. Can I put it on you?" I
was glad for the darkness; I felt my cheeks flush hot.
"Malcolm? You okay?"
I nodded, then realized he couldn't see me. "Yes,
fine. Go ahead."
He covered my eyes with soft fabric and knotted it securely
behind my head.
"There. That feel okay?"
"Yes."
"Good. Just let me turn up the lights a bit - there -
now for your surprise. Come with me." He took my elbow and led me over
to his bed. We just stood there for a moment.
"Damn, you're gorgeous like this," he whispered.
"Gives me some other ideas." He kissed me again, harder and deeper
this time. I opened my mouth and let our tongues get reacquainted. I reached
out a hand and felt soft fabric instead of skin. A robe. His hand took mine
and moved it away from him.
"Ah, ah, ah. No cheating." He moved me back
against the bed and pressed me down to sit on it. "Stay there."
I heard him walking around, moving something. I heard
clinking and other curiously familiar sounds that I just couldn't place. The
mattress dipped as he sat down beside me.
"Scoot back some more, lean up against the wall,"
he said, helping me move back. He moved away from me for a moment. When he
came back, he straddled my thighs and sat on my lap, facing me. Now he was
naked, too. I was liking this surprise more and more.
"Trip?"
"Shhhh," he kissed me lightly, resisting my
attempt to deepen it. "And no touching, keep your hands on the
bed," he warned.
"And if I don't?" I hardly recognize my own
voice.
"Mmmmm, then we'd have to address that. Later."
Another kiss. "Now hush."
I felt something soft and cool run over my lips. I flicked
my tongue out and tasted something sweet. I slid my tongue back out for
another taste. Peach. I licked and reached out for a nibble. Trip trailed
the fruit over my lips again, coating them with the sticky peach juice. The
fruit was replaced by his tongue and he licked the juice from my mouth. The
peach returned to my lips and this time he fed it to me. But now he held it
between his teeth, not his fingers. I bit off small chunks until I reached
Trip's lips. We kissed, sharing the taste of the fruit and each other. He
repeated the process with another slice of peach. Then something a bit
firmer. Rough, but soft as well. Sweet... a strawberry. I bit down into it
and paused. Trip bit into the other side of the berry and we nibbled until our
lips met and shared more kisses. Luscious, berry-flavored Trip kisses.
"Open." He tapped my lips with something else.
When I obediently did as he asked, he placed a small chunk
of pineapple directly on my tongue.
"Mmmmmmm," I voiced my approval.
"Like that?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm."
"More?"
In response, I opened my mouth and waited. I was rewarded
by several more chunks, interspersed with sticky, sweet kisses.
"Drink?"
I nodded, not wanting to break the spell. I heard a glass
clink and anticipated the feel of it on my lips. But then I felt Trip's lips
on mine, and I was startled to feel liquid flowing into my mouth. It was cold
and sweet and I swallowed eagerly, pressing forward, wanting to deepen the
kiss. But Trip pulled away and I groaned in frustration, my hands clenched and
twisting in the sheets to keep from grabbing him.
"Stay with the program, love." His voice was
rough. We shared more wine. And more kisses.
I felt his fingertip start tracing my lips; it was warm and
I realized he was painting me with something. I licked. Chocolate. Warm,
melted chocolate. His lips followed behind, licking up the rest.
"Mmmmmm..." I moaned more approval and when he
painted my lips again, I closed my mouth over his finger, sucking and swirling
my tongue around it until he pulled it back. I felt something hitting my skin,
streaming over my lips and chin and throat. I tasted more chocolate and
realized Trip was drizzling the melted chocolate over me. I groaned and arched
forward into him as his mouth descended on me, licking and sucking my skin.
The sensation of the warm chocolate cooling on my skin combined with the
actions of his mouth sent me into sensory overload. I groaned again and
reached my hands up behind Trip's head and grabbed his hair, pulling him in and
kissing him hungrily, plunging my tongue into his mouth repeatedly until he
managed pull my hands away.
"Don't make me have to tie you down," he growled.
"Not this time, love. Now keep still."
"Triiiiip... " I moaned his name, but forced
myself to relax back against the wall again.
I was rewarded by the feel of something very cold on my
lips. I recognized it immediately. Ice cream. Pineapple ice cream. The
stuff that Chef swears he doesn't have. But that Trip always seems able to
come up with. He fed me several spoonfuls, licked me clean, then fed me some
more. Another finger tapped on my lips. Soft, creamy, sweet, fluffy...
whipped cream. I slurped his finger inside my mouth and continued sucking it
even after the whipped cream was gone. Trip was the one who moaned this
time. He removed his finger and returned with more whipped cream. We repeated
this several times, then Trip's finger dabbed some whipped cream on my nose, my
cheeks, my chin and finally covered my lips. He then proceeded to lick me
clean with long drags of his tongue. It felt like some great tabby cat was
having at me. I purred in contentment as he cleaned me up.
He handed me a glass. "Drink." I was
disappointed with the glass, but did as he asked. It was more of the wine from
earlier, although I decided it had tasted better before. I could tell Trip was
having some as well and I rushed to finish, almost gulping it down.
"Not so fast, love," he chuckled at me. I snuck
my hand up into my lap and caressed his erection. We were both immensely
hard, but Trip pulled my hand away. "Soon baby, soon."
He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me against his
chest, rubbing our hard cocks together for a moment, then laid me down gently
on my back on the bed. Trip settled himself carefully on my hips, my erection
nestled up under his butt. I heard a soft rattling sound, then an extremely
cold sensation on my chest. I sucked in my breath at the shock, then my brain
offered up its contribution. Ice. Trip traced a nipple with the ice cube and
I shivered in reaction as it hardened immediately. He switched to the other
side and got an identical reaction. He trailed it down my chest, across my
ribs and down the center of my belly to my navel. I arched up under him,
moaning and thrusting my hips into him.
"Whoa, easy there," Trip laughed, as he slid back
to kneel between my legs. I began to tremble because I just *knew* where he
was going with this. I heard the rattle again, then a warm hand ran over my
hip, down the outside of my leg and back up my inner thigh, finally stopping to
gently cup my balls. I was so caught up in the sensation of his warm stroking
hand that the icy cold tongue on the tip of my cock startled me. I shouted and
bucked my hips up, with the unintended effect of thrusting my cock deeper into
Trip's mouth. He backed off , but forgot about the ice he still had in his
other hand as he brought it up to hold onto my cock as he pulled his mouth off
me. The searing heat of Trip's mouth, the shocking coldness of the ice and the
evening's delicious torment all coalesced in that instant and I felt my orgasm
slam over me. I was cursing and thrashing and howling Trip's name as I came
harder than I could ever remember.
I flopped back onto the bed, exhausted. I could hear Trip
cursing and laughing at the same time. I ripped the blindfold off my head and
looked in his direction. He had the sheet in his hands and he was using it to
wipe off his eyes and face. It took a second for me to realize what had
happened.
"Oh bloody, fucking hell, Trip! I am so
sorry..." I sat up, intending to help him wipe the semen off his face.
He waved me away and I could see that he was laughing so hard that tears were
streaming down his face.
"God damn, Malcolm, when you let yourself go, you
*really* let yourself go!"
I was miserably wishing I could disappear like some damned
Suliban, when his laughter became contagious. He was almost rolling off the
bed onto the floor and my own lips started to twitch. But I couldn't laugh, I
just couldn't. Not after blowing my cum all over his face like that. It would
be... uncivilized. But I couldn't stop it, and we fell onto each other,
convulsed with laughter. It took a few minutes for us both to calm down.
We were wiping up the tears and taking big shuddering
breaths when I noticed Trip's erection waving at me. The evil smirk on my
face should have warned him, but Trip didn't sense his peril until I had him
laid out flat on his back underneath me.
"My turn, I think. Reparations and all," I
growled at him, then leaned down to lick his face. When I pulled back, his
hungry expression sent a chill down my spine. I licked my lips and smirked at
him. His eyes got very wide.
As Trip watched, I picked up a chip of ice, put it in my
mouth and sucked until my mouth was nice and cold. I told him to roll over so
that he was on his stomach, face down on the bed. He gave me a quizzical look,
but obeyed, rolling over on the mattress. He put his hands over his head and
grabbed hold of the edge of the bed. I didn't need to tell him to do that.
He guessed without my help that he'd need something to hold onto in short
order.
For a few lust-filled seconds, I paused to observe Trip's
delicious body. He's a bit taller than I and well-built, with honey blonde
hair that I love to run my fingers through. But right now, I wasn't concerned
with his attractive face, that elegant nose or the toned muscles shifting
across his back. No, where I wanted to spend some time was with his lower
region; the twin mounds of his firm, round ass.
As I admired Trip, I gently played my fingertips along his
ass cheeks until he moaned. It was obvious to me that he didn't know what I
was going to do next, and that slight apprehension was extremely arousing to
him. I let him wonder for a few moments longer because I could tell that what
he didn't know was making him even harder. Finally, I gently cupped his cheeks
in my hands and spread them wide apart, exposing his small pink opening. I
felt myself began to get hard again. I wet the tip of my pinkie and tickled
the rim, skating my cool fingertip around and around. Trip moaned and shifted
on the bed as I parted his cheeks as wide as I could. Then I bent down, and
with my still-icy tongue in a point, ran it around his tiny rosebud.
"Oh fuck, that's cold," he said.
"But you like it?" I asked as I reached for
another ice chip.
In response, Trip groaned and lifted his hips off the bed.
I sucked on a piece of ice until it nearly froze the tip of my tongue, then
resumed my oral activities. I continued flicking my tongue over his quivering
asshole as he groaned and trembled and clutched the bed a little more tightly.
"That is so fucking dirty," Trip said into the
pillow. "Don't stop."
I wasn't about to stop. Instead, I slipped one hand under
his hips and held onto his shaft, stroking it firmly while I pressed my face
deeper between his cheeks. I could feel the head of his cock getting wet, his
pre-cum making it slick and difficult to keep a hold on . As I pumped Trip's
dick, I traced designs over his asshole with my tongue. But I could tell it
wasn't enough, he wanted more.
Moving back, I wet two of my fingers in my mouth and slowly
pushed them into his ass. With one hand, I kept his cheeks spread wide. Then
I started gently fucking him with my hand, plunging in deep and withdrawing.
Trip helped, humping the mattress, and I finger-fucked him until he simply
couldn't take the sensations any more. Well, that was what I thought. As he
approached his limit, I put a third finger into him. I was so turned on, I let
go of Trip's cock and stroked myself with my free hand.
I felt something hit my knee and saw the lube that Trip had
tossed at me. He looked back at me and shifted up onto his hands and knees to
offer me his ass. I hastened to accept the invitation. I coated my dick with
the lube and slathered some on him as well. When I pressed my cock into his
asshole, he immediately pushed back against me. His ass sucked my dick deep
inside his tight warmth. As soon as I was embedded all the way inside him,
Trip began moving his ass back and forth and from side to side. It was like he
was fucking himself with my cock. I just held onto his hips and enjoyed the
ride. As the inevitable eruption built up in me, I took over and began to fuck
him more forcefully. It didn't matter to Trip, he could play that way, too.
He was slamming his ass backward as I was driving my hips forward and we were
both grunting as we crashed hard into each other. I began to shudder violently
and gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, shouting out his name as I spilled
myself into him. Trip howled out his own pleasure, spraying the bed sheets
with his release.
I collapsed onto Trip's back as he flopped forward, turning
his body slightly so we were spooned up against each other. We lay quietly for
a while, recovering our senses, gently stroking and kissing. Trip soon turned
over so that we were face to face. I traced his features with a fingertip
while he ran a hand through my hair.
"I'm sorry I ruined your plan for the evening. I quite
enjoyed myself." Trip grinned at me in amusement.
"Yeah, I noticed. And ya know, I'm pretty satisfied
with where we ended up."
I was still horrified at what happened and he knew it.
"Trip, I'm..."
"Malcolm," he interrupted me firmly. "Don't
obsess. Shit happens. Hell, I'm kinda flattered that you could let yourself
go so... " he paused, searching for a word.
"Unexpectedly?" I offered. He smiled at me, shook
his head and winked, tapping my nose lightly.
"Explosively."