An Unexpected Attraction - Part 9
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*Malcolm*
"Hey,
Malcolm, it's movie night, you feel like going? I think it's one of the 'Men
in Black' sequels. Lotsa big guns and explosions," Trip teased.
"Hmmm,
I could be persuaded." I said. "Dinner beforehand?"
"Sounds
good. But I have to go see the captain first. Shouldn't take long. How 'bout
I stop by your quarters on my way? Say, in half an hour?"
"Perfect.
I have to clean up here first anyway." I gestured to my workbench,
covered with bits of disassembled phase pistol. Trip nodded and turned to
go.
"Okay,
see you in a bit."
The movie
was passable, the usual sequel schlock that mid-twenty-first century Hollywood had
tended to produce. Trip and I sat near the back and shared popcorn and
sarcastic comments about the movie. Trip seemed to be timing his popcorn
mouthfuls with mine because every time I reached for some, his hand was there,
rubbing against mine.
I finally
called him on it by grabbing his hand and holding on to it the next time I
reached over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grin and I felt one of
his fingers move into my palm and begin squirming about in a suggestive
manner. Startled, I jerked my hand away and heard him chuckle. I let him have
the rest of the popcorn. With the popcorn gone, he apparently needed something
else to occupy his hands, since one of them showed up on my thigh, stroking
gently. Later, as the credits were rolling, he leaned over and whispered in my
ear.
"You
want to come over?" The feel of his breath on my skin made me break out
in goose-pimples. I shivered slightly.
"Absolutely."
"Ten
minutes?"
It was our
standard arrangement. While we hadn't been getting together every night, when
we did, we'd taken the precaution of heading out separately and meeting up
shortly thereafter. But for some reason, tonight it made something clench
inside me.
"Fine."
Trip gave
me a sharp glance as he got up. I guessed my tone hadn't been as level as I'd
hoped. He stood there and stared thoughtfully at me for what seemed like a
long time. He finally took a decisive breath and held out his hand. I looked
from his face to his outstretched hand back up to his face.
"On
second thought, let's go together."
I
hesitated, raising my eyebrows questioningly, aware of the other crew members
nearby.
"It
don't bite, Malcolm," Trip teased, indicating his hand. "You, on the
other hand..." He trailed off suggestively and winked. I snorted and
put my hand in his, allowing him to heft me up out of my chair. Once I was
standing, I expected him to let go of me. And while he did let go of my hand,
he followed it up by draping his arm around my shoulders and steering me toward
the exit. I was highly aware of the many curious pairs of eyes watching us,
and as I put my own arm around his waist, I fervently hoped Trip realized the
full import of his impulsive and affectionate gesture.
We made it
to his quarters in record time, despite our grope session in the turbolift.
Before the door to Trip's quarters finished closing behind us, we were kissing
with an almost desperate passion and frantically tearing our clothes off. We
were soon both wearing nothing but smiles and enormous erections.
Trip
pressed me against the wall right there by the door and spent at least the next
ten minutes giving me the best head of my life. It didn't seem possible, but
he just got better and better at it. He licked and sucked my shaft from end to
end and took it so deep into his throat I couldn't see anything but pubic
hair. There were several times when I thought I was going to come, but Trip
always knew just when to back off.
"How
about you turn around and put your hands on the wall," he suggested with a
wicked twinkle in his eye. "I have something special for you."
"More
special than what you just did?" I asked, amused.
"Try
me."
I turned
around and got into the position he had suggested. He knelt on the floor
behind me and began to nibble and lick my ass, while playing with my balls. It
was an exquisite sensation and when he began circling my anus with his tongue,
my knees started to buckle.
Trip was a
very quick study. First his tongue, then a finger, were gently nudged inside
the tight opening and his intimate touch soon had me more excited than
self-conscious. He took his time, but eventually he stood and plastered
himself against my back to nuzzle at my ear, one finger still deep inside me.
"Malcolm,"
Trip whispered, "Will you let me pleasure you this time? You make me feel
so damned wonderful, I want to do that for you."
"Oh,
God, yes. Please," I begged, wriggling against him shamelessly.
"I...I
know what you said before, Malcolm, and if you don't want me to, just say so,
but I...I'd like to be inside you this time. Whaddya think?"
I was
speechless for a moment. I was also bent over with a man's finger shoved all
the way up my arse. And not just any man, but the man I trusted with my life
and wanted to spend the rest of it with. It wasn't the toughest decision I'd
ever made.
"I'm
game."
Trip
embraced me tightly and led me over to the bed, leaving his finger in place.
He kissed me deeply with lots of tongue until we both had to come up for air.
"I've
done my research. I promise I won't hurt ya. And if you want me to stop, you
just say the word."
"Research?"
I laughed, "I'd have liked to see *that*." Then I sobered. "I
know you won't hurt me, Trip. I trust *you*."
Trip understood
my emphasis and kissed me again, hard and kind of desperate, as if he were
trying to pull me inside of him with his mouth.
"Oh
God, what you do to me," he almost groaned. I may have giggled at him.
"I'm
beginning to get an idea." I massaged his butt and Trip's lustful
expression came back out in full force.
"C'mere
you," he said, pulling me tightly to him, our cocks bumping together in
blissful sensation.
We fell
onto the bed together, hands and mouths groping madly for whatever flesh they
could find. I was quickly lying on my back, legs spread wide. Trip was
crouched between my knees, his mouth wrapped around my cock. I reached over to
the night stand and grabbed the lube, tossing it onto the mattress beside him.
Trip picked it up, not taking his mouth off my dick, and squeezed some on his
fingers. He rubbed gently over my anus until it allowed him to slip his finger
inside.
I felt a
sense of relief as he pressed deeper into me. I gradually relaxed, accepting
his intrusion, and soon I let out a soft sigh, relaxing further, enjoying the
sensation. I pushed my arse toward him, urging his fingers further into me,
moaning as he thrust harder and deeper inside me, opening me in preparation for
his huge cock. I groaned and clutched at the sheets as his finger began to
gently thrust in and out, then move about in a slow searching motion. My howl
let him know exactly when he'd found the spot he was seeking. That, and my
attempt to levitate over the bed.
"That
good?" he chuckled, rubbing over the same spot again.
"Oh
God, yes! More please!"
I moaned
long and low when I felt first one, then another finger join the first and
repeat the in-out rubbing motion. Trip resumed my blowjob, swirling his tongue
up and down my length and using it to tickle the tiny slit in the head. I felt
the vibration as he laughed when I came up off the bed again with a shout. I
soon realized he must have taken advantage of my distraction to add a fourth
finger to my arse. I started squirming and grabbed at his shoulders.
"Now,
Trip, please now, do it now," I begged.
When I felt
his fingers slide out and Trip urged me up onto my hands and knees, I knew that
I was only moments away from what I'd been both dreading and anticipating. The
excitement alone nearly made me come. As soon as the head of Trip's enormous
hard-on began nudging against my arse, gradually trying to push its way inside,
a sensation of pleasured pain overwhelmed me. I panted and pressed back
against him, helping Trip's cock slide past my sphincter and pop inside,
stretching me out. I trembled violently, dropping my head, and heard myself
making deep whimpering noises.
"You
okay, Malcolm?" Trip grabbed hold of my hips. Honestly, I'd never felt
better. I was thrilled beyond words.
"Fantastic,"
I growled back at him. "Fuck me."
Trip
willingly obliged, and his slow initial rhythm gradually became a much more
fierce pounding. I could feel every enormous inch of him moving in and out of
my sensitive hole, stroking over that wonderful place inside with every thrust,
sending me into a frenzy of arousal. It felt so good, I demanded he give me
more, and Trip began fucking me for all he was worth, slamming me forward with
every stroke.
He knocked
me face-first onto the bed from the sheer force of his thrusts. I spread my
legs even wider while I snaked my hand underneath me to grab my own erection as
Trip's battering ram of a cock invaded me over and over again. I was growling
and shaking and bucking back up against him, humping my hand, as he took me
over the edge, telling me how tight my ass was and how amazing it felt to fuck
me.
I kept
shouting for more and soon my climax began surging forth, growing inside my
belly, filling me with pleasure. I couldn't hold back any longer and I cried
out as I came, my orgasm barreling through me as my lover pummeled my arse. I
shuddered violently as spasms of ecstasy raced through me, wracking me with the
most intense pleasure I'd ever experienced. As I rode through my orgasm, Trip
tightened his hold on my hips, convulsing and screaming my name as he spent
himself deep inside me.
I collapsed
onto the bed underneath him, and as he followed me down, I could feel him
nibbling gently on the back of my neck. Trip finally rolled off me and as his
cum-covered cock slid out, an aftershock of my orgasm made me quiver all over.
Trip pulled me into his arms and cuddled me close, rubbing my back and kissing
me deeply, over and over.
"Oh
God...Trip...that was bloody marvelous," I kept up a stream of breathless
comments as I floated back to reality, "Beyond marvelous. Transcendent.
I'll have food brought in. We'll throw away all our clothes. We're never
leaving this room again." Trip chuckled and hugged me tight enough to
crack ribs.
"That
good, huh?"
"The
best. Thank you." I closed my mouth before I added "I love
you," but the words echoed in my mind all the same.
"I
should be the one thanking you. For showing me...other possibilities."
As he leaned in for another kiss, I could see myself reflected in Trip's
shining eyes.
"Mutual
appreciation society, then."
"Well,
I certainly appreciate you."
"Then
it's mutual."
We laughed
at ourselves, then Trip grabbed the towel he'd started keeping by the bed and
cleaned us up. He pitched it onto the floor and snuggled up against me in what
had quickly become our preferred sleeping position, him spooned up behind me,
my hand on top of his resting on my stomach. And we slept.