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Reed's Armory -- A Malcolm Reed Fanfiction Archive .. |
Title: Decon Blue
Author: Zoe
Author's e-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Tucker/Reed
Rating: NC-17
Category: Slash
Summary: Decon, the boys, and a microorganism!
Archived to Reed's Armory on 07/08/04
The two boys literally stumbled out of the shuttle pod. Giggling, they clutched onto one another, like they were about to drop.
Archer raised his eyebrows in surprise, but couldn't prevent the grin appearing at the spectacle in front of him. He had seen Trip extremely drunk on many occasions, but never the uptight, by-the-book armoury officer before. It was a sight to behold indeed.
"Cap...cap'n.Arshher," hic, "how're ya doin'? We.we had an eschllent time. Din't we, Trip?"
Trip belched, then laughed outright. "Yeppers, we shure did."
Archer, still smiling, walked across to the comm. "Archer to Phlox. Can you come down to the launch bay please?"
"Certainly, Captain." After Phlox had closed the comm. Archer turned, only to find his officers grinning inanely at one another, whilst collapsed at the side of the shuttle pod. Malcolm had one hand on Trip's hip, the other round his waist, almost completely encircling him. Trip was clutching at Malcolm's neck with his right hand, his left dangling on his lap.
"Right, gentlemen, Phlox is on his way down here. Anything you want to tell me?" Archer asked, not expecting any sort of proper answer.
Both men gave him a fleeting glance, turned to look at each other, and promptly burst into more howls of laughter. Trip had lowered his head, so he could look into Malcolm's eyes directly. They give the impression of being lovers, Archer reflected.
The doors to the bay opened, and Phlox wandered in. Archer motioned for the Doctor to approach the scene.
"Phlox, thank goodness. I think the boys," he indicated Trip and Malcolm with his hand, "are drunk. They went on the away mission, and this is how they arrived back."
Phlox scanned them with his portable device. "Hmm, this is puzzling. They do not appear to have any alcohol in their systems. However, they do have a tiny microbe. Captain, we will have to get them into decon as soon as possible. "
Archer blanched. Trip and Malcolm were having trouble walking as it was.he was first hand witness to their stumbling out of the shuttle pod and consequent collapse.
"Trrrrrripppp.think they wannus to go'a decon."
"How'yaknowthatMalcum?" Trip's words came out as one.
Malcolm grinned drunkenly. "Hear-ed em!"
Malcolm knelt onto all fours, and then raised his head. "Can't gerrup.can have a help?"
Archer grabbed at the hand offered, and, with a bit of a struggle, managed to pull Malcolm to his feet. Phlox took him off Archer, pulling him along to decon.
Trip had done the same, but he'd managed to stumble to his feet, before swaying. Archer's arm went automatically around his waist, and before too long, they were leaving the launch bay, and walking up to where decon was situated.
With much relief, the two men were finally safely in decon, complete with the sparkly blue gel. Unfortunately, they were just sitting there, leaning against one another, making no effort at all to rub the gel into their respective bodies.
Phlox sighed. There was no way these two would be able to get rid of the microorganism without rubbing the gel in. Well, he thought, there was one other way.but he doubted the men would go for that!
Trip glanced at Malcolm, and giggled. Malcolm giggled back, and poked his friend in the ribs. Outright laughing ensued, and no way was Trip gonna put up with that. No siree. He raised his two hands, grabbed his friend by the waist before moving them against Malcolm.
The resulting tickle fight was the tickle fight to end all tickle fights. Archer grinned and thought how much he could have made, selling tickets to this picture--his two senior officers behaving like five year old children.
Still unaware they were being watched, their behaviour subtly changed.
Trip hauled Malcolm onto the floor, still grasping his waist. He managed to end up directly on top of his friend.
"Trrippp? Whatcha doin'?"
"Wotsit look like?"
"Er.dunno."
This made them both laugh again. They were rolling on the floor of decon, for all the world looking, to Archer, like a bad porno film.
Suddenly, he noticed the noise levels had dropped. Peeking in, he found Trip clutching Malcolm to him, and kissing him. His jaw dropped.
"Ohhhh Mal.Mally." Trip managed, his eyes opening.
Mal raised sleepy happy eyes to his. "Trip.why'ya kiss me?"
"'Cause.cause you looked so.sexy."
Malcolm gave Trip a sexy, drowsy smile.and returned the kiss. In spades!
"Ah--here's the culprit!" exclaimed Phlox. He pointed out to Archer the cube shaped alien invader that had managed to get into both Malcolm and Trip's bloodstream.
"Can you cure them?" Archer asked, daring to glance into the room, blushing, and hastily removing his eyes from the room.
"Absolutely." Phlox grinned. "In fact, I have some already made up, for a similar outbreak we had on Denobula."
"Well go, man, before we see something we never wanted to see in the first place."
Phlox looked puzzled. "You never wanted to see the coupling of two adult males then? I would be quite happy to report."
"PHLOX!" Archer interrupted his stream.
Phlox sighed, opened the nearby fridge, and removed 2 ampoules. Breaking them open, he waited until the green substances began to smoulder, then pushed it into the decon room.
By this time, Trip and Malcolm were well on the way to fulfilling their potential. Trip had Malcolm's legs on his shoulders, and his cock was midway into entering Malcolm's body.
Groaning with pleasure, Malcolm lifted his hips to ensure the completion of Trip's action, and, when he was certain he had taken all of Trip into himself, he squeezed.
"Ohhh Mal.Mal.do/ that.again."
They entered into the age-old rhythm of lovemaking, hips tilting, breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Their bodies were responding as most bodies would. Trip kissed Malcolm deeply, whilst holding Malcolm's right hand above his right shoulder. The other hand was on a mission of discovery. It circled Malcolm's nipple, causing Malcolm to make little mewing noises.
Malcolm's left hand was gently circling Trip's arse, and dipping into the dark, moist cleft, searching for the tender centre of his lover. Finding it, Malcolm carefully twirled his finger around it, drawing groans from the man on top of him. Firmly, he pushed his finger against the hole, caressing as he pushed into the hot, tight cavern.
As he pressed further into Trip's love hole, he grazed upon the sensitive gland, immediately causing Trip to buck, and come. This caused Malcolm to pull back, but not enough to stop his completion, spurting hot sticky fluid between them.
"Malcum, love you.love ya.oh darlin'.darlin'."
"Love you.Trip.oh/,god, Trip."
As they came back to full awareness, something nagged at their consciousness. They looked up towards the window to find one red face, and one curious face watching them.
"Er.Trip?"
"Yeah, darlin'?"
"What just happened there?"
"I think.we just put on the performance of a lifetime!"
Malcolm just groaned, and turned over, into his lover's arms.
They'd started, but they most definitely weren't finished!
~the end~