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Title: Monkey Wrench
Author: Taryn Eve
Author's e-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: Enterprise
Rating: NC-17
Category: Het (some slash)
Pairing: Tucker/Sato, Reed
Series: Trip's Toolbox
Warning: BDSM
Summary: hings go boom in the night when Trip tries to bring some sparks back to his relationship with Hoshi.
Comments: Thanks to Mara for the Trip ween-o-meter and to Ozchick for asking after my Tu/S fic today. Also, thanks if you've given me some help and I've forgotten somehow.
Archived to Reed's Armory on 04/20/2003.
Trip walked up to the door and stopped dead, unable to raise his hand to punch the code in to let himself in. He didn't have the guts to go through with this, he realized. For once, one of his bright ideas was going to slide right out of the airlock.
The Suliban didn't scare him. Klingons were just guys with big barks and bad attitudes, most days. All the alien bad guys in the galaxy didn't matter in the long run, because he was on Enterprise and he was safe.
Trip considered himself a bright guy. Degrees in engineering and the chief engineer hat didn't go to idiots. But handcuffs? What would his mama think if she knew what he wanted to do tonight? People did still die of congestive heart failure in this day and age...
On the other hand, Trip couldn't think of a better way to bring the spark back into his relationship with Hoshi. Their first time together had been funny and wonderful and he'd never forget the way they clung to each other during the hurricane they'd been caught in. A dark and stormy night had been shit hot, thank you very much.
But now he could tell Hoshi was bored. Just bored. She'd started sighing lately whenever he tried to start something. It didn't matter where, the shower, the mess hall late at night, the back of either shuttlepod: they had all just failed to excite his girl. He loved her still anyway. They had been together almost a year now, and he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
Not even Malcolm.
Trip had to admit there had been sparks there. Definite curiosity, at least on his part. He hadn't gotten into guys since that one year before Natalie, though. And Walker had just been a fucking disaster, just awful. The equation Men = Suck had been stuck in his head ever since then, so he hadn't done anything about his interest in Mister Reed.
Then Hoshi had sort of fallen into his arms and it had been all history. Or would be, if he didn't do something fast. Hard and fast. Multiple times, even.
Gathering his courage, he gave his toolbox a tight hug for good luck and then opened the door. He walked into the room, putting on a big smile. One look at Hoshi's curled up body covered up in the bed told him he shouldn't have bothered. The door closed, plunging the room into darkness.
Okay, so she's pretending to be asleep again, he thought.
With a sense of relief, he set his toolbox on the desk and crept into the lavatory, abandoning the handcuffs to their fate. After he stripped off his uniform, he studied himself in the mirror. Sure, he was gaining weight. All guys did after a certain age. Malcolm had teased him about it in decon last week.
"You should spend more time in the gym, Commander. It would be a shame for all those muscles to go to waste."
Damn it, he thought. Malcolm had been hitting on him!
He poured some cold water into the sink and splashed it into his face. Trip had to admit that sometimes lately he'd look into the other man's eyes and see a lively interest there. Hoshi hadn't looked at him that way in months. Maybe it was time to cut his losses. Ditch Hoshi and chase Malcolm. Groaning, he walked over to the shower and turned it on, wondering what kind of things Malcolm would do if Trip managed to catch him.
A shadow approached Trip, and the shower door opened.
Hoshi glared at him and dangled the handcuffs a centimeter away from his nose. "What are these?"
Trip shrank against the back of the shower. "Um, Malcolm asked me to hang onto them in case of a security emergency," he said, hating the nervous catch in his voice and the lie. He stared at her sternly. "What have I told you about going into my toolbox?"
"The bed is still squeaky," Hoshi said, grimacing. "The noise is driving me crazy, so I thought I'd take a stab at fixing it myself since you can't seem to bother with it."
Damn it. He'd meant to fix the bed today, but hadn't made it out of Engineering like he had planned. The detour into the Armory had been fun, though. He knew Malcolm hadn't believed word one of his lie about why he needed the handcuffs, but they had joked about rebellious engineering crew anyway.
"I'll fix the bed," Trip said in a placating voice. "Hand me a towel, will you?"
With a nod, Hoshi grabbed a towel off the rack and held it out. Trip walked into her arms, and she began rubbing him down.
"Mmm," he said, closing his eyes. "Maybe we can let the bed squeak one more night."
Hoshi's touch felt good. He loved it when it was just the two of them. Maybe she wasn't really mad about the cuffs. Hell, maybe she had believed the lie about Malcolm giving him the cuffs for an impending security emergency. God knew the man could act downright paranoid sometimes.
"Hold out your arm," Hoshi said briskly.
Raising his arm, he sighed. Just for once, he'd love to have sex with her without any complications. He loved her, he respected her, but sometimes a guy just wanted sex with no strings.
A click and the feel of cold metal made him gasp. "Hoshi!"
Lightning fast, she hurled her body against his, and twisted him around. Within seconds, she had his other arm cuffed behind his back. She pressed him against the wet mirror and sneered at his reflection.
"You want some spice in our relationship?" she asked in a low, husky voice.
Trip took a deep breath. "I'll be happy to talk about it when you take these cuffs off of me." Fun and games were one thing, but he most definitely didn't like the way the cuffs were biting into his wrists. And when had Malcolm taught Hoshi those moves, anyway?
She dug her nails into his back and pushed him towards the door. "Right now I'm not interested in talking. Move it."
He almost fell over the towel she had abandoned. For the first time, he noticed what she was wearing. It wasn't her usual ratty T-shirt and sweatpants. Instead, she was draped in a silk red wrapper and black stockings and her hair was down. He wanted to eat her alive.
"Um, Hoshi?" he asked, wriggling against his bonds. "What's going on?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and pointed at the door. "Move it."
Candles ringed the bed. What the hell?
"That's a fire hazard," he said. "You know we've had that problem with the hull plating lately, you shouldn't risk-"
She kicked his shin, making him fall onto the bed face-first. "You talk too much, Monkey Wrench."
Lifting himself up, he wriggled and glared at her. "I hate that nickname."
She leaned over a candle, letting her wrapper fall open. He caught a mouth-watering glimpse of cleavage hugged by a black teddy.
Blowing out the candle, she looked up at him with a challenge in her eyes. "Do you want to argue one more night, or do you want to have your brains fucked out?"
Trip collapsed on the bed and it squeaked horribly. "I don't argue with you every night."
Hoshi sighed. "Shut up, Trip, and listen to me." She climbed up on top of him and rubbed her body against him. His dick hardened against her thighs. "These are the rules," she said, staring into his eyes. "This is the first night of the rest of our lives. Otherwise, I walk out the door and I find Malcolm and start happily ever after with him. Understand?"
Silent, he nodded, feeling dizzy. She wanted Malcolm, too? Goddamn it.
She released one hand from the cuffs and secured him to a set of scarves tied to the bed. Then she splayed him against the quilt and began licking him. Her tongue glided over his body, teasing his lips, his nipples, and the length of his shaft. He gasped when she took him into her mouth.
Some women he had dated had considered giving head a subordinate position. Hoshi never had. Several times in their early days, she had just about killed him with the superiority of her greedy little mouth.
Now was no different. Her lips swirled around his head, and her tongue lapped at him gently at first. Then she opened her mouth wider and took him in as deep as he would go. She wasn't afraid of anything.
Trip shivered as she worked him, her tongue and lips making a relentless attack on his body. He loved the feel of her on top of him and he wanted to bury his fingers in her wetness. Her hair tickled his belly, and he strained for a glimpse of her breasts.
Hoshi pushed him down and glared at him. Trip fell back against the pillows, groaning. Suddenly, she withdrew her mouth and sat up. Raking her nails against his chest, Hoshi took hold of his dick and eased him into her. He blew out his breath. Damn, she was wet.
She looked at him with a smile, then closed her eyes and concentrated on riding him. Her tightness was incredible. It was like being with a completely different woman. Hoshi ran her fingers over her neck, her breasts, and her thighs, watching him study her.
"So you want to have Malcolm?" he asked, his voice sounding hoarse with desire.
She grinned. "I'm busy right now."
"Poor Malcolm," Trip laughed.
"No-respect-oh, you're so hard."
Trip closed his eyes. "So is he a good sex expert?"
Hoshi squeezed his balls in answer. Trip sighed.
"He said all sorts of interesting things about your prostrate gland," Hoshi said, gasping. "I think we'll leave that for another session."
Trip almost came, cursing Malcolm for looking inside his head at his wish list. His prostrate gland was still virginal, damn it.
Hoshi's eyes glittered in the candlelight. "I know you want him, too. You talked to him the last time you were in sickbay."
Trip's heart skipped a beat. Somehow, he and Malcolm had had a second screw up with the shuttlepod. This time, they had come through with two concussions and three broken arms. "What did I say?"
In answer, she squeezed his nipple hard and threw her head back. Trip gasped as a flood of her contractions engulfed his shaft and Hoshi screamed his name. A moment later, he tightened inside of her and came, biting his lip because he didn't want to scream, thinking he'd wake up the entire deck if he did. Blood dripped down his mouth as she collapsed onto the bed next to him.
"You said you loved him, but you were my monkey wrench," Hoshi said, turning away from him. "Funny enough, he was asleep at the time, but you didn't know it. I guess you don't remember, but it's been keeping me awake for weeks. I thought you were tired of me, so I wanted to try one last night with you before giving you up."
Trip closed his eyes. He loved Malcolm? Well, yes. No one made him madder, and no one could protect his back as well as the uptight Armory guy. Malcolm's hard won smiles haunted his dreams and Trip knew that he would never find anyone else as willing to die for him.
Hoshi released him from the cuffs and he opened his arms to her. They settled under the covers, hugging as the blood on his mouth and lips dried.
"What are you thinking?" Hoshi asked in a small voice.
Trip kissed her forehead and looked into her worried eyes. He'd always love Hoshi, but they needed something different in their relationship or it would die off out of boredom eventually. Determined to take action to save the best thing he'd ever started, Trip got out of the bed. Hoshi's lip trembled and she lowered her head as he walked over to the comm. Taking a deep breath, Trip gathered his courage and hit the button.
"Tucker to Reed."
"Reed," came the immediate reply. "What can I do for you, Commander?"
Trip smiled at Hoshi's puzzled look. "Ensign Sato and I need you to come to my quarters right away."
"Of course, sir. Reed out."
Trip walked over to the bed and sat down at Hoshi's feet.
"You're crazy," Hoshi said bluntly. "A threesome?"
Trip stretched out against her, grinning. "You know the nice thing about toolboxes? You can share the tools with anyone you want."
She rolled her eyes. A few seconds later the door chimed.
Trip's heart started pounding hard. Was he ready for this?
Hell, you're an engineer, he told himself firmly. You can do anything with a good monkey wrench.
~the end~
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