Cover Me!
Title Cover Me!
Author Zoë
Author’s email [email protected]
Fandom Enterprise
Pairing Tucker/Reed – is there any other??? LOL
Rating PG-13
Category Slash
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Disclaimer Not mine, Im poor, please don’t sue.
Archive EntSTSlash, ReedsArmory, WWOMB, and anyone else, should you actually want it!
Summary Written for Lt. Blackfire’s 5-minute challenge on EntSTSlash. Just tided up a little.
Malcolm sighed and opened his eyes. He was comfortable and
warm, just having woken up from a good night's sleep. Turning over, he glanced
at his clock, and sat up immediately; it was 10: 00. He should have been on the bridge two hours ago...
Leaping instantly out of
bed, he stumbled and stubbed his toe on a discarded PADD. With tears in
his eyes, he remembered reading in bed the night before. Suddenly, he
remembered WHAT he had been reading. And he blushed a rather fetching
shade of scarlet.
Hurriedly, he walked to
the bathroom, quickly washed and shaved and then made his way to his
wardrobe. As he reached in for his uniform, the door chimed.
Opening the door, he was
shocked to see Trip standing there, grinning.
"Well Malcolm?
Did you like it?"
"Um...” Malcolm
blushed again, "yes...I did."
Trip's gaze
softened. "And, um, do...do you think you would be up to practicing
some of the more intricate moves with me?"
Moves? What moves
is he talking about, Malcolm thought? He glanced at his friend, observing
his rapt face. He wondered whether he dare answer, but, grasping his
courage in both his hands, he said "Certainly, Trip, if
you like," hoping that was the correct answer. Judging by the
delighted look on Trip's face, it was.
Trip sauntered towards
Malcolm, a soft smile in place.
"Oh shit, I forgot,
I'm late for work!" Malcolm grimaced. "I'm sorry,
Commander, but I have to go now, I'm already going to be in trouble."
"Er, Malcolm?
Surely you can’t have forgotten?"
"Forgotten what?"
"The captain gave us
today off...he wants us to update our chess skills for when we meet the Ohrains
later today. You...you DID read that PADD, didn’t you?"
"I read A PADD, but
I don’t remember chess in it..." he paused, turning his puzzled gaze
towards said PADD. Bending to pick it up, he managed to turn it on.
And once again, his face reddened, and he gasped.
"Malcolm?"
He daren't look at Trip;
he was so overcome with embarrassment. He knew that the PADD wasn’t his,
but...surely...surely it couldn't be Trip's? Could it?
"Um...” he
muttered. "This is the PADD you gave me...not chess..."
Taking the PADD, Trip
gave it a spare glance, and then a sentence caught his eye. Looking more
closely, he read < he lifted Doyle's legs to his shoulder, gently
placing a kiss on his knees, whilst softly pushing his cock into that soft,
secret wonderful place, knowing he was going to find paradise. "Oh
Bodie,” Doyle murmured. >
Trip joined Malcolm in the lets-see-who-can-blush-the-brightest stakes. "Um...no. This isn’t chess.
I'm sorry Malcolm; it looks like I gave you the wrong PADD. But I guess you
had to find out sooner or later."
"About what? That you like gay porn?"
"Not just that, but
I like to WRITE gay porn...about The Professionals!"
"You WROTE
that?" Malcolm was stunned. "I have only one thing left
to say to you."
"What's that?"
"Cover
me!" And with that, Malcolm grabbed hold of Trip, and kissed him,
encouraged by the fact that Trip seemed to be kissing him back.