Reed's Armory -- A Malcolm Reed Fanfiction Archive ..

Title: A Trip into the Light

Author: Zoe

Author's e-mail: [email protected]

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Tucker/Reed

Rating: NC-17

Category: Slash

Sequel to: Malcolm in the Dark

Beta: Thanks to the wonderful Sal for the beta.

Summary: Sequel to Malcolm in the Dark

Archived to Reed's Armory on 07/01/2005.

I make small talk with Jon as the room disperses. It appeared everyone wanted to speak to the newly promoted Commander. I don't get a look in, but that's okay. Actually, it's more than okay. I'm very proud of my friend. I'm only a little pissed he didn't get this sooner.

Still, at least it happened. A hand settles on my shoulder and I glance back to find Jon standing there grinning. "So, Trip. You gonna go for it now he's a Commander?"

Surely.surely he wouldn't. Would he? Would he promote Malcolm just to fulfil my dream? So I don't feel any pressure about asking him out? So there isn't any comeback from Starfleet about who approaches whom?

I feel sick to my stomach, and a multitude of emotions take hold of me. I don't want to ruin Malcolm's day, so, clamping down on it, I whirl, angry at his words, and drag him across the room, out of the way of other people before I manage to hiss out what I want to say. "Are you tryin' to tell me he only got this promotion because of me? Because I like him?"

To his credit, Jon looks appalled. His mouth drops open in shock. "What? Trip, how could you think such a thing?"

I haven't been best friends with Jon for years not to know when he's being sincere. And he is--I can see it in his manner and in his words. I can't stop myself from releasing a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry Jon. I shouldn't have said that. I apologise."

"I should think so, Commander. You, of all people, know me better than that." He shoots a piercing green glare towards me, and suddenly I feel really idiotic. I give him an apologetic shrug and he shakes his head in exasperation.

Jon gives me an appraising glance before grinning. "You going to answer my question now, Trip?" He winks at me now and I get the giggles. Before I can reply, something in my peripheral vision catches my eye and I turn my head--to find Malcolm there, a puzzled look flitting across his face.

"Hey, Malcolm. How you doin'?" I manage in-between giggles.

"I'm fine. Happy, actually. From being one of the worse days ever, it's turned out really rather nice, to be honest."

He has a talent for understatement has my Malcolm. Oh, he doesn't know that he's mine yet, but he will. Soon.

"It was rather, wasn't it?" I try to mimic his accent, but it comes out completely wrong. His face crumples and he looks like he's about to cry. I reach out a hand but he bends over. Now I really am concerned, as is Jon. Before we can do anything about it, a strange noise emanates from him. As he stands back up, he throws back his head and howls with laughter. The noise echoes around the now almost empty room.

Jon and I exchange looks before joining in--his raucous chuckles are highly infectious. Before long, we've all got tears streaming down our faces, hands clutching onto various parts of the ship for support, otherwise we'd all be in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor. Not that I'd mind that with Malcolm--but only Malcolm. It would be way too like incest with Jon. Mentally shuddering, I clear that particular image from my mind straight away.

Taking a deep breath, Malcolm finally brings the merriment to a halt. "Sorry, sirs. I.it was Trip." He pauses, pressing his lips tightly together in a desperate attempt to stop giggling.

I mock-punch him. "Hey, why blame me? Why do I get all the blame around here?"

"Because we know you are normally in the thick of everything." Jon replies. "Anyway, I need to get back to the bridge. I'll leave you two to argue together. And take tomorrow off. Both of you." He gives me a significant look and departs, leaving just Malcolm and myself in the launch bay.

Malcolm leans against the bulkhead, arms crossed. An idea pops into my head and before my mouth can catch up with my brain, I speak. "Hey, we should celebrate your promotion. Why don't ya come around to my quarters in about an hour? I have some mighty fine beer I picked up on that last shore leave."

He drops his head, but I'm sure I saw his cheeks pink up. Hell, if he were a child, he'd be scuffing his shoe right at this moment. His expression softens as he glances back up at me. "I'd like that. If.if you're sure I won't be intruding?"

Intruding? I chuckle. "No one I'd rather have intrude than you, Mally."

"Don't call me Mally, or I may be forced to hurt you."

"Bossy boots. Ya know my momma always used to say pick on someone your own size. Guess you can do that from now on."

"And no more loooootenant business either!" He nudges me with his elbow, and I have to hold my hands up in surrender.

"Nope, can't do that anymore. Seems a real shame, though. Maybe if I have a word with the cap'n." I wink at him and he pretends to be shocked. Mal's in a playful mood tonight. He hasn't let this mischievous side of his nature out before--or at least not that I've seen--and I'm thrilled. Tonight should be.interesting.

"Okay, commmmaaaannndder," I string out the word, and laugh as he rolls his eyes in exasperation. "I'll catch ya later, right?"

"Certainly. I'll bring along some rather nice malt whiskey, if you like?"

"Sure. It's a date." I use the words deliberately and observe that blush again. Deciding against more teasing, I wave my goodbye and leave. I'm aware of him watching me all down the corridor, but I don't look back. I daren't.

The comm. chirps and I glance at the chronometer. Exactly on time, just as I expected. He's nothing if not predictable.

"Come in, dar.Malcolm." I open the door, and cover up my faux pas as swiftly as possible, hoping he missed it.

Shit. He looks.gorgeous. My mouth waters at the sight of him, dressed all in black. I swallow and offer a greeting. "Hi, Mally. Going somewhere nice? Who're you trying to impress?"

As I say the words, I know it's completely the wrong thing to say, and I mentally kick myself on the ass. And of course, I was right. Malcolm looks uncomfortable now, his gaze flying around the room without resting anywhere for more than a second or two.

I attempt to retrieve the situation--get it back on an even keel. "Um, I mean, er, you look very nice. Black suits you." I stumble to a halt--my clumsiness is legendary--and I pray that he won't bolt.

His blue eyes are huge and dark as he finally looks at me. He smirks. Oh what that smirk does to my insides. My thoughts must have drifted as his smirk turns into a frown and I realise he was speaking to me. "Shit, what?"

"I said thank you for inviting me. I have the whiskey." He holds up a bottle of what I can see is very nice single malt. As I take it from him, our fingers touch. That one touch is enough to steal my breath away and I turn from him, ostensibly to find glasses for our drinks. But the reality is I'm trying to prevent my feelings from showing, although I don't think I'm hiding them too well at the moment.

It appears I'm not the only one with problems. As I recover enough to grab two glasses and spin back round, I catch him looking at me like I'm a piece of pecan pie. Only for a second because he is quick to smooth out his expression.

"Take a seat, Commander Reed." I grin. "Commander Reed--that sounds weird."

He sits, not on the chair by the computer as I expected, but on the bed. Next to me, but not too close. Not yet.

"Doesn't it? I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I like the idea of not having to kowtow to certain other Commanders, though."

"You will--it won't take long before you do. And hey, are you laughing at me? You never kowtowed to me before, so I sure don't expect you to now."

"Is that even a word?" He laughs, a deep husky laugh. I don't think I've ever heard that laugh before--but I'm gonna make sure I hear it again.

"Anyway, shut yer yap, just for a moment. To Commander Mally Reed--may God bless him and all who sail on him."

Ahh, that laugh again. I join in this time, and we clink glasses. "Thank you, Trip. I don't know whether to hit you or ki.ah.be/ complimented."

I don't push him at this stage, even though I know he was about to say kiss you. We swallow our drinks, and I enjoy talking to him. About today.

"Yes, well--where were you when everyone was ignoring me? In bloody engineering, weren't you? And then you completely blanked me in the mess hall. I don't know, I really thought I was in trouble."

"Hmm yeah, I can see how a room full of your colleagues clapping and cheering you would equate to you being in trouble. Do you really think Jon would haul you up in front of everyone just to yell at you?"

He ponders on this a moment, lips pursing and he gets that tiny furrow in-between his eyebrows. How I long to smooth it out with my lips. "No, he wouldn't would he? I'm not normally this.thick. But you have to admit today was an unusual day. I wasn't thinking straight."

"Hmmm?" My mind was still on kissing his brow, and his furrow deepens. I jump as he waves a hand in front of my face. "Whu?"

"Trip! What's got into you? You're miles away." He looks worried, and I can't resist. I lean forward and press my lips gently to his forehead.

"Oh."

I reach my hand up and caress his cheek. "I'm sorry Mal. Hope you don't mind, but I couldn't resist. You look so cute when you frown like that."

His budding smile disappeared when he heard me call him cute and he said as much. "Cute? The last person to call me cute was my sister, aged four. I thumped her and got into awful bother."

My smile widened. "Do you want to thump me?"

"No, I." he swallowed, then whispered "oh god. Trip, you don't want me."

I shuffled closer to him, swinging my arm around his waist. He was wearing a gorgeous citrus aftershave, with hints of musk. I already loved the way he smelled; now I just wanted to love the way he tasted.

"You think? Now j'st what gives you the idea I don't want you?" His neck was right where I needed it to be and I nuzzled it, kissing and nibbling it. I could feel him shiver.

"You.oh Trip."

That husky British voice was sending my insides soaring, and slowly I turned his head to mine and kissed those adorable pink lips. Someone was making soft whimpers--I couldn't have said whom--and our kiss deepened.

I felt a tentative stroke on my lips from his tongue and willingly opened my mouth for him, matching him touch for touch. It was sweet and hot, passionate yet sensual, and I wanted to kiss him for eternity. Unfortunately, my lungs had other ideas, and eventually, gasping for air, we parted.

He was looking all rumpled and adorably sexy. We were laying full length on the bed facing one another. How we'd finished up there I had no idea, but there we were, face to face and now groin to groin.

As he was wearing only a black shirt, it was easy for me to slip my hand underneath it and feel that soft as silk skin. The muscles rippled as I caressed him, teasing his nipples to full hardness--loving the way he hoarsely whispered my name.

Undoing his shirt, I removed it and swiftly threw it across the room before paying homage to the body before me. It wasn't as though I'd never seen it before--but this was the first time I'd been allowed access to it. I took my time, exploring all the nooks and crannies of his body, enjoying what he enjoyed.

My cock was granite hard by the time Malcolm was opening my shirt. Impatient, I grabbed hold of him and pulled him on top of me.

"Fuck, Malcolm.shit." Was all the intelligent conversation I could manage. As our cocks shook hands and said hello, even that deteriorated. The thrust and push was bringing us closer to our orgasms, but I didn't want it this way.

With great difficulty I removed my hands from down his pants where they'd been caressing his mighty fine ass, and sneaked them in-between us. A sense of loss swept across my body as I pushed him up from me.

"No, Trip. Don't stop now, please?" The pleading voice almost had me grabbing onto him again, weren't it for the fact I needed him to do something else for me.

"Darlin', no. Stop, please? I want you. Really want you. Would you--fuck me?"

The sharp intake of breath told me everything I needed to know and as I pulled him down for another sensual kiss, I knew he'd give me whatever I wanted.

He climbed off the bed and I observed him slide out of his pants and--was that a leather thong he'd just removed?--as he stood there naked, I allowed myself the pleasure of ogling his fantastic body. Hard muscles that were, I now knew, covered with velvety smooth skin. Powerful thighs that were soon to be pushing me closer to heaven. A large erect cock stood out proudly, unashamedly. Yes, I ogled. Then swiftly removed my own clothes, proud that my own Mini-Me was more or less the same length as his.

"Trip--I don't think you realise exactly how much I want you. How much I want to love you."

"Yeah, I do. I want you twice as much as you want me." I pulled him in for more kisses, his body lying almost atop of mine. It was getting rather sticky and I was desperate for release when he shuffled elegantly down my body and, in one fell swoop, took my cock into his hot eager mouth.

I cursed loudly as his wickedly sinful tongue weaved patterns around it, and this was exactly when my brain cells exploded into a myriad of colours and sensations, never to return. Aliens could take out the warp core--and would I care? Not a chance. Warp core? What warp core? I wouldn't even be able to tell them the captain's name.

"Where's the lube, love?" He asked, one finger teasing at my opening. I could only flop my arm against the bedside table. I watched as he, without taking his finger away, opened the drawer and obtained the lube.

He covered his cock so much that it glistened and sparkled in my dimly lit cabin. If a ship passed now, they'd mistake it for a nacelle, and I told him so.

"You're talking too much, Trip." And with that, he inserted a lubed-up finger right to the hilt. He was right, I did talk too much. Now whether he thought I groaned too much, I didn't care. I was one jumbled mass of emotion and feeling.

When he inserted a second finger, yeah--I'm not saying it didn't hurt, okay? But I was too far gone to notice much. The burn when the third finger joined its siblings was a tad.

"Mal? Jeez, that's a bit. No! Don't.don't move them. Oh fuck! Do that again!" Sharp bolts of pleasure ricocheted through my body, and my cock throbbed.

The by-now midnight blue eyes gazed down at me, and I knew, I just knew this was the end.

"Trip?" he husked, "are you ready, sweetheart?"

At the reverence in his tone, I could only nod. He lowered his body onto mine, and grabbed my hand, his other hand leaning down beside my head. I tensed a little as, nudging my legs aside, his cock made contact with the now stretched opening, but I relaxed when he kissed me.

He lifted my legs and I automatically curved them around his back. As he pushed into my body, I gasped. Not from pain, not now. But from complete and utter joy. As he smoothly, swiftly inserted himself up to the hilt, I was beyond ecstasy as I felt his balls nestle against my ass.

Pausing for a moment to let us both recovered, I felt his hot breath in my ear and his whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked."

I heard myself answer, "If you can still talk, you're not doing it right."

And oh fuck! He picked up the pace there and then, slamming into me. My legs were clasped firmly around his waist and I grabbed hold of his beloved face and kissed him, swapping moans of encouragement and desire.

The slap of his balls and our kiss-swallowed moans were all we could hear in the little room. The heat and musk rising off him were more than enough to keep me well and truly aroused--I wanted to lick his body of all scent--he was totally, deliciously wonderful.

Our sweat-ridden bodies glided smoothly against one another as we slowly climbed the mountain of lust, hearts pounding as one. We were, I realised, becoming one unit, and as he pounded into me, I felt him clench once, twice, then release his precious fluid deep into my body. I gripped him between my thighs and came myself--creamy seed exploding in a gush between us. Almost as if it were sealing us together in one sticky, hot, passionate package.

Satiated, we fell into a post-coital doze. Malcolm's cock was still buried deep inside me and I never wanted to let him go. I prised open one eye--he was still asleep--thankfully. This gorgeous, uptight, repressed, passionate man was mine and no fucking way was I ever going to let him go.

Not for all the tea in China, and not even if Starfleet interfered. I'd rather give up the job I loved than the man I adored. I'd wanted him for so long, I could not have stopped myself then from whispering the words I'd wanted to say for such a long time.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

I jumped as he whispered the same words back. "I thought you were asleep."

"What? So you wouldn't have said them to me awake?" He attempted to remove himself from my body and from me. I wouldn't--couldn't--allow him that.

"Mally. I love you. I was gonna mention it at some stage, you know? I just thought maybe.you'd think it was too soon." I was flustered and he knew it.

"Bollocks, Trip. That's complete bollocks."

It was and he was right. At least I had the decency to look ashamed. And watch while he laughed at me.

"All right, so I haven't a clue, 'kay? I love you--I'll post a note on the ship wide computer to all and sundry if you like?"

"That won't be necessary. Apart from the fact that Jon is an out and out gossipmonger and won't stop until everyone knows that we are an item, they'll all know tomorr.um," he glanced at he chronometer, "today, that we are together."

Okay, he had me confused now. "How will they?"

"Because, my darling Trip, I am planning on taking you to breakfast, and the appendage I'm holding won't be a phase pistol!"

~the end~