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Title: See If He Meows

Author: Beverly Crusher

Author's e-mail: [email protected]

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Archer/Tucker/Reed

Rating: NC-17

Category: Slash

Summary: Someone's purring, but can he also meow?

Comments: This is an answer to Kyrdwyn's one line challenge of "Stroke him, see if he meows". A line that kept running through my head, till finally this little something came out. Hope you like it.

Beta reader(s): None this time; all the mistake's are mine

Archived to Reed's Armory on 11/02/03.

Malcolm collapsed with a harsh shout on top of Trip, still buried deep inside of him. Trip came only seconds later into Jon's hand. The captain lay trembling beneath Trip, still shuddering in the afterglow of his own climax. Legs intertwined the three men lay together in a heap, panting, sweating but deeply satisfied.

Suddenly Trip began to laugh. Malcolm turned his head and gazed at him with heavy lidded eyes.

"Hey Southener, what's up?"

Trip propped himself up on one elbow and caressed tenderly the English man's stomach.

"Do you know you're purring when we have sex?"

Jon raised his head and smiled.

"So, I DID hear right, didn't I?"

Malcolm flushed a little and cursed once again his fair skin.

"I don't!"

Jon gave him a loving kiss on his shoulder.

"You do, honey. You definitely do. I just wasn't sure, if it was you or Trip. But you ARE purring. Like a big satisfied cat."

"And when am I doing that, you think?"

Trip brought his mouth closer to Malcolm's ear.

"Every time we fuck you, darlin'," he whispered.

Goosebumps appeared on Malcolm's skin, and Jon sighed in appreciation. His cock began to stiffen again and he moved closer to Malcolm, reaching over to Trip and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Malcolm watched in never ending amazement as the two men kissed each other tenderly, while their hands were busy doing magic to his body.

When Trip and Jon finally parted, the three men were ready for the next round in their passionate love making.

Trip turned Malcolm around, so he had that beautyful backside to admire. His left hand caressed gently Malcolm's hip and moved slowly, tantalizing slowly over his buttocks to the center.

With a sparkle in his blue eyes Trip grinned at Jon, already moving on finger in a steady rhythm in and out, preparing him for things to come...

"Stroke him, darlin', and let's see if he meows."

Laughing Jon reached out his hand, and closed it around Malcolm's rock hard cock and was rewarded with a sound, that indeed sounded a bit like "meow".

~the end~