Tripped Up
Title: Tripped Up
Author: Zoë
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Pairing: Tucker/Reed NC17
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Archive: EntSTSlash, MEGA, Reeds Armory, WWOMB and anywhere else
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn!
A/N: Unbeta’d so all mistakes mine! This is unashamedly pure
FLUFF and was written for Lt_Blackfire because she asked nicely. ::grins::
Sorry Kerstin, I couldn’t fit Phlox in…but it is fluff and I hope you like it :-) Good luck with your dissertation
Trip was bored. Extremely, unreservedly, downright bored. His
engines were running as well as they could. All systems were working within
normal parameters, and they were cruising along nicely, but without the added
attraction of alien spaceships or alien planets.
“Tucker to Cap’n
Archer. Can I join you up there? I’m…there isn’t a hell of a lot to do down
here…”
Archer responded,
amusement colouring his reply. “Sure Trip. Although there isn’t a lot
happening up here, either.”
“Thanks Cap’n. See you
soon.” With his positive reply, Trip shut down the comm. Nope, he thought,
there wouldn’t be much happening up there either, but there would be Malcolm.
Brightening, he left
Engineering and made his way to the Bridge. As the door swooshed opened, he
almost ran out.
“Afternoon, everyone.”
Trip grinned at the senior staff present.
“Hello Commander.”
Hoshi gave him a wave, and Travis just smiled back.
Captain Archer raised
an eyebrow in response, a knowing smirk on his face. “Trip. What brings you
up here, knowing that there’s even less to do than down in Engineering?”
Trip was busy staring
at Malcolm, who had yet to look up from his console. A shadow fell across his
face and he looked up to find Captain Archer laughing at him.
“Trip? Did you
actually hear anything I said?”
“Er…of course I
did…um…no, no I didn’t. Sorry.” A flush had crept onto his cheeks.
Just as the flush
deepened, Malcolm glanced up. “Oh. Commander Tucker. I apologise, I never
saw you there.”
The deep blue eyes
flickered slightly and a matching blush was slowly appearing on the Armoury
Officer’s cheeks.
Captain Archer was
ignored for a second time as Trip grinned sheepishly at the Brit. “Hey, that’s
okay, Malcolm. What you up to anyway?”
“I’m just running some
calibrations, not much really.” Trip leant over the console and soon the two
officers were deep in conversation.
Jonathan Archer
observed them with interest. Being Trip’s closest and oldest friend, Jon was
only too aware of Trip’s interest in the reticent Armoury Officer, listening to
him wax lyrical about him over beer and water polo on several occasions. When
Trip had asked to come up to the bridge, for no obvious reason, Archer had
agreed to it, if only to see whether Trip had made any headway with Malcolm.
It seemed not, if the
frustration growing on his face was anything to go by. An idea came to
fruition and, with a glint in his eye, Jon spoke. “Trip? Malcolm?”
Two faces turned
towards his in an instant. “Yes, Captain?” “Cap’n?”
“I know you two
recently have been working extremely hard – and it’s showing. Enterprise has
never been in better condition.” He paused to let the praise sink in.
“However, all work and no play make Trip and Malcolm dull boys. So, as of now,
you two have two full days off.”
“But…I’m running some
calibrations on the weaponry.” The expected protest came from Malcolm even as
Trip beamed at his friend. Smile extinguished, Trip turned his head back and
glared at the dark haired man. “Malcolm, come on. Two days off? When do we
ever get two days off? Let’s make the most and go, before Cap’n Archer changes
his mind. Please?”
Jon heard the pleading
in Trip’s voice and was about to make it an order. He opened his mouth but
before he could speak Malcolm answered “Fine. I suppose you’re right anyway.
Thank you Captain. I really…we really appreciate it.”
“Yeah, we do, Cap’n.”
Trip grinned once more, and virtually hauled the other man out of his seat and
pulled him towards the door. As they departed, Jon could hear loud British
protests at being treated like a child, and he smiled.
“What do you wanna do,
Malcolm?”
“What makes you think I’m
spending my time with you, Commander?”
“Oh. I…thought,
perhaps you might want…” Trip’s voice tailed off; this possibility hadn’t
occurred to him. “Well, fine. I’ll see you later then, maybe?”
Disappointment flooded
his body as he turned to leave. A hand on his arm prevented him leaving, and
he glanced back.
“Comm…Trip. I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean that. I…I would like to spend time with you. If you’d
still like to?” A hopeful _expression lit Malcolm’s face.
Trip couldn’t stop the
grin taking over his face, any more than he could stop himself from hugging the
other man tightly, and he was thrilled to feel Malcolm hugging back. “Sure,
Mal. I’d like to spend time with you. So, what do you want to do?”
Malcolm pondered for a
few moments before answering. “How about watching a film? We can use my
quarters, if you like. I have a bottle of very good malt whisky?”
“That sounds like a
plan. And I’ll bring the food.”
Trip was still holding
Malcolm close and became uncomfortably aware that they were in a public place.
Knowing Malcolm’s reticence he patted his friend on the shoulders, and then
lowered his arms. He felt Malcolm release his grip, an inexplicable feeling of
loss dampening his happiness.
“Right then, how long
do you need?”
“Shall we say, an
hour? I need a shower first.”
“Fine. Your quarters
in an hour, okay?”
Malcolm smiled.
“Great. See you then.” And off he went, ignoring Trip’s shout of “So what
film are we watching?”
Trip had managed to
change into his best shirt and some casual jeans, and was pushing a loaded
trolley full of food down the corridor towards Malcolm’s quarters.
As he turned the
corner, he spotted Captain Archer and Porthos. “Hey, Cap’n.” He waved at them,
and crouched down to pet the beagle. “Hey, Porthos, what’s up?”
The beagle was lapping
up the attention. “Hello Trip. Where are you going with all that food? Is
there a party going on I don’t know about?”
Trip had the grace to
look sheepish. “Um. No, no party. Just on my way to Malcolm’s. We’re
watching a movie.”
“So who else have you
invited?”
“No one, just us.”
“And all that food is
just for you two?”
“Yes.” Trip glanced at
the laden trolley. “A bit over the top, do you think?”
“Just a tad, Trip. But
don’t let me stop you. You’ve got a hot date. I’ll catch up with you later,
and I want all the juicy gossip.” A meaningful wink and Jon had disappeared
with Porthos, leaving a very nervous Trip.
Heaving a sigh, Trip
found the correct door and pressed the button. The door swooshed open, and he
pushed the trolley in.
“Hi, Trip. Come
in…what the hell’s all that?” Malcolm’s greeting faltered as he noticed the
trolley.
Trip’s mouth dried and
he couldn’t speak. For a change, Malcolm had dressed casually, not in
uniform. He was wearing a tight black tee shirt with black trousers. Trip
thought he’d never seen anything as sexy.
“What?”
“I said, what the
hell’s all that? Who else have you invited?” Two suspicious blue eyes glared
at him.
“Oh. That? That’s
just food for us. And why would I invite anyone else?” Now he’d got his mind
back on track, Trip managed to glare back.
“Well, we certainly
shan’t starve, shall we? Anyway, do you want to eat before or after?”
A full body blush was
smothering Trip before he could prevent it. Malcolm’s words had obviously been
meant about the film but his heightened sensations had ensured he’d had another
idea entirely. Luckily Malcolm had missed this as he’d turned his back to programme
the computer.
“Oh…er can’t we eat
during? I like a nibble when I’m watching a film.” Trip watched entranced as
Malcolm’s back stiffened and the tips of his ears reddened. He grinned, and
sat himself down on Malcolm’s bed, shuffling so his back was against the wall.
The programming
finished, Malcolm sat next to Trip, shoulders almost touching. The two men
were aware of the undercurrents in the room and scarcely managed to eat any
food during the film.
As the film ended, Trip
and Malcolm turned to one another to speak, but as their eyes met and their
lips opened no words were uttered. Trip’s heart leapt into his mouth as he saw
Malcolm close the distance between them. Leaning forward himself, their lips
met in a first sweet, sensual kiss.
Trip couldn’t have said
how long they kissed for, or when their clothes disappeared. He only knew that
Malcolm was a virtuoso at playing his body. Kisses, caresses and faint touches
rained down on him, and he couldn’t stop the moans of approval as his
hypersensitive body responded with delight and pleasure.
Malcolm lowered his
body onto his own, and Trip felt the corresponding hardness pressing down onto
his erect cock. He ran his hands over Malcolm’s skin, feeling the muscles
under the soft covering, and gently caressed the full mounds he’d been lusting
after for so long. His fingertips delicately slipped down the dark valley, and
softly teased the secret opening. As they did, Trip heard the soft whimpers
and lust-filled noises coming from his lover.
“Oh God, Trip…Trip.”
Malcolm’s husky voice sent quivers of longing arrowing straight to his groin.
He caressed the high cheekbones before him, noticing the heavy-lidded,
desire-filled eyes before taking the kiss-swollen lips in yet another
passionate kiss.
The maddeningly slow
thrusts together gathered pace and before long, they were both coming, arms
clutching at each other as hot jets of fluid gushed out in-between their two
sweaty bodies.
“Ohhh, Mal…Mal. Don’t
stop, don’t ever stop.”
“Trip…I…oh fuck…Trip.”
Coming to, Trip didn’t
think he’d ever felt more content in his life. He was holding the man of his
dreams tightly and despite the stickiness, could have stayed there forever.
He realised he wasn’t
sure how Malcolm would feel in the aftermath, given that they’d hardly spoken
during their lovemaking. As he felt his lover’s body stiffen, and Malcolm
raised his worried eyes, Trip gave him his patented
you’re-mine-and-don’t-you-forget-it smile. Malcolm relaxed into the embrace
and softly muttered,
“So what film did we
watch again?”