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

Title: Muddy Holidays

Author: Zoe Ride

Author's e-mail: [email protected]

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Tucker/Reed

Rating: NC-17

Category: Slash

Summary: Mud fights had been talked about on the list, and it germinated an idea of Reed and Tucker in mud!

Beta reader(s): Thanks to Sue C for the beta.

Archived to Reed's Armory on 06/20/2003.

Enterprise had just finished a long, a very long tour of duty, and was now having a well earned rest back at the Earth Space Dock. All the repairs were being attended to by staff from the Space Dock, thereby ensuring all the crewmembers were able to take well-earned shore leave.

All the senior crewmembers, including Captain Archer were down on earth. Some were holidaying with partners and family, some were visiting their homes, and relatives, and some, Malcolm and Trip particularly, were just looking forward to a long, relaxing, peaceful holiday.

Trip had invited Malcolm to visit his relatives in Florida, knowing, as his close friend, that Malcolm would not go back to England, would not dream of spending time with his uncaring, unfeeling parents. Trip always got pissed off when he thought of Malcolm's parents, in particular, his father. His usually cheerful face turned sour as he thought of what he would to Mr. Reed, Senior, should he come face to face with him. Poor Malcolm, he thought, and extended his family home to his friend.

Malcolm protested most vigorously at first. There were those amendments to this weapon, to that torpedo, to those whatever-in-hells-name weapons there were. Trip raised his eyebrows, thinking of this little disagreement, but then grinned widely as he refused to acknowledge any of Malcolm's arguments, and told him, then and there, that he was coming to Florida with him, or he would slam him in the brig!

At the thought of this, and aware of being ordered by a Senior Officer, even if he WAS a close friend, Malcolm had acquiesced, and was, at this very moment, packing his things.

Of course, Trip acknowledged to himself, it WAS only a holiday with a friend, and that was all! Scowling, he nodded his head up and down, as if to reaffirm that yes that was all it was about. Nothing to do with his attraction to the armoury officer! Nothing at all to do with that! Nothing! Stop it Trip, he thought, otherwise you are likely to be in the brig yerself, for sexual harassment! And make no mistake, Malcolm would do that, cause he aint in no way interested in yer. Get over yerself, Trip.

Sighing deeply, he pressed the button outside Malcolm's room.

Malcolm was sitting at his desk, almost obsessively reading his PADD. The entire armoury was being readjusted, realigned and repaired if necessary by the guys from the Space Station. There was nothing, really, he could do, except read the reports.

The reports said very little that he didn't already know. The majority of the armoury was running at less than 100%, but it was nothing that, had he been able to, he wouldn't have already delegated to his junior officers. Sighing, he knew there was nothing for him to do while Enterprise was in dock.

He also knew that this was his first chance of a really relaxing holiday. That he chose to take it with Trip wasn't really surprising, he was his best friend on board Enterprise, although he hadn't yet really opened up to him. And he had protested to the best of his ability when first asked. The threat of being thrown in the brig had astonished him, and all thoughts of continuing the argument had finished, then and there.

The fact that Commander Charles "Trip" Tucker the Third had actually asked Malcolm to come with him, and to his family home, WAS amazing. Much as Malcolm had wanted to grab the commander and kiss him, he had curbed his impulse, and, after the brig episode, agreed to holiday with Trip. A dream come true, he thought. If only Trip felt the same way.

Sighing, he closed his case, certain he had everything he needed. Going through his list again, he checked off the contents...sunglasses, check; shorts, check; suntan lotion, check. He was halfway through when he heard the chime.

"Come in"

"Well hey hey, looky who it is" Trip lollopped into the room, grinning. "Have yer finished yer packin' Loooooteeennnaant?" He exaggeratedly drawled.

"Good morning, Commander" Malcolm almost, but not quite, stood to attention. "As you can see, I have packed, and am ready for shore leave."

Trip glanced around, and spotted a small case on the floor. "Yer call THAT a case? Wha, ma case is almos' twice the size of yer's"

"Are you bragging or complaining?" came the reply from an almost amused Malcolm.

"Shall we depart?"

"Shall we dep......?? Dearie me, ahh'm hopin' we can git yer to loosen up somewhat...ma mother, in particular cain't wait ter meetcha" Trip glanced slyly at Malcolm and was delighted to see the faint blush on his cheeks and ears.

"And I'm looking forward to meeting your family too" came the response.

Trip and Malcolm departed Enterprise, cases clasped firmly in their hands. How nice to be back on terra firma, they thought. They entered the Space Dock Complex, and crossed the crowded floor to the Terminal area, where the friends and families of the crew members would be waiting.

"I haven't seen this place for quite some time" Malcolm mused.

"Me either" Trip replied.

Walking through the complex, for the first time in years, was very unsettling. It seemed like everything had changed, but yet, had stayed the same. There were the same people rushing through, the same Starfleet personnel dotted around various areas.

Trip almost collided with several people in his rush. He had spotted someone a few metres ahead, and nothing, but nothing was keeping him from getting to her. "Ma.....ma.........oh my god, its soooo good ter see yer agin..." Trip flung his arms around his mother, and hugged her for what seemed like an eternity.

"Malcolm, come meet my Ma."

Malcolm came trundling up behind him, carrying not only his own case, but Trip's. Trip had kindly dumped his on the floor as soon as he had seen his mother, leaving Malcolm with no alternative but to carry it too.

"Hello Mrs. Tucker. I'm very pleased to meet you" Malcolm extended his hand in greeting.

Caroline Tucker gazed at the young man in front of her. Very attractive, and very Trip's type, she thought. Glancing at the hand in front of her, she gently knocked it away, and grabbed Malcolm into a hug.

Trip guffawed at Malcolm's extremely shocked face.

"Hiya Malcolm, its good ter meetcha" she finally said, after letting go of him. "Ah hope yer watchin' over ma son on that ship, and please, its Caroline." She glanced at Trip, and gave him a knowing smile. Trip shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head, knowing what she was getting at.

"It ain't happened yet, Ma, and I ain't sure it's gonna" he whispered.

"Wanna bet?" Her eyes sparkled back at him.

Malcolm, still getting over his shock of being hugged like that, completely missed the interaction between mother and son.

"Oh, urm, er, ah, um.."He was completely flabbergasted. "Thanks"

They had been at the Tucker residence for all of five hours. Malcolm had been introduced to Trip's little sister, younger brother and older brother, and had been dragged around the house for a guided tour, eventually ending up in Trip's former bedroom; the room he would be occupying while he was visiting.

The siblings had been dying to hear all about their hero brother, and Malcolm had readily agreed to their demands, constantly finding new things to regale them with. Even if he had made some things up. Grinning evilly, he turned to face Trip, who was rubbing his hand across his face disbelievably.

"Yer...yer all know the majority of his tales were made up junk, righ?" Trip glanced despairingly at his siblings.

The helpless laughter told him that, no; they DIDN'T think it was made up.

"Oh, jes' shut up," Trip couldn't help grinning, and, looking at Malcolm's also laughing face, collapsed into even more laughter.

A pillow fight ensued, with the youngsters managing to smack the pillows with more success, and harder on their elders, than the elders managed back. Eventually, with all the pillows ruined, and feathers flying around the room, the youngsters departed, leaving two giggling adults rolling about on the bed.

"If Jon and T'Pol could see us now...." Trip rolled over and grinned at Malcolm, who was unsuccessfully trying to blow away feathers from his face.

"Phoor.....ppooofff......why do these....ppphoor...feathers.....phoorg...keep getting'...phooorf...in my face?"

The sight of Malcolm trying to blow feathers out of his face grew too much for Trip.

"Hhhahahahahah, hahahahahahahhahah oh Mal hahahahah hahahahhhahah" Trip couldn't help himself; he was laughing way too hard.

"Hahahahahah, Trip, stop it...hahahahahhahahahhaaah" Malcolm guffawed.

They both turned into the middle at the same time, and collided with one another. There, they both laughed at each other, and suddenly the laughter stopped. Trip found himself looking into deep bluey-grey pools of desire. Malcolm found himself looking into large, gorgeously blue ponds. They both caught their breath. Trip's arms suddenly found themselves on Malcolm's waist, at the same time; Malcolm's arms found themselves on Trip's back.

Slowly, achingly slowly, they tilted their heads towards each other. Mouth against mouth, their desire increasing, they slowly, but passionately kissed, their eyes closed. Neither one of them dared risk opening them for fear of seeing something, anything, that they didn't wish to see.

Trip pushed his tongue slowly into Malcolm's mouth, and felt Malcolm's tongue push back, slowly swirling together, like ballet dancers in the dark. Trip pulled Malcolm even closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body.

Groaning, Malcolm pulled back slightly, conscious of his growing erection, and ever so slightly embarrassed too.

Noticing, Trip looked up at the somewhat dazed Englishman, then pushed his hand down towards Malcolm's genitals.

"Hmmmmmm, what have we here then?" Trip rubbed his hand over the strained jeans.

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh TR Triii....Tripppppp"

A loud cough and a sudden knock on the door brought the two men to their senses, and made them jump.

"Ermm, ahh, jest a min" Trip exclaimed, leaping up like a scalded cat.

Malcolm did the same, rubbing his hands over his face in embarrassment, and making a dash towards the sink.

"Are you boys allrighty in there?" came a voice through the crack in the door.

"Shit, its ma dad! Are you ok, now Malc?" Trip asked, nervously looking towards his friend.

"Yes, yes, Im fine, thanks" Malcolm didn't return the gaze, but looked unwaveringly through the window, willing his erection to go down.

Trip walked to the door, and opened it. As he did so, his father grabbed hold of his son, and hugged him tightly. After what seemed like hours, he released a gasping Trip.

"Oh son, yer know, its sooo good ter see yer. How's yer ship?"

"Hiya dad, goodta be back too. Good to see yer haven't lost yer tight grip!!" Trip grinned, and, giving Malcolm a swift glance, started to introduce him. "Father, this is my friend and work colleague, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. Malcolm, this is my Father."

Malcolm turned around, and started slightly. Wow, he thought, he is just an older version of Trip, almost a spitting image of him. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tucker" and held out his hand.

"Oh, please, call me Charlie" Trip's father ignored the held out hand, and instead, in almost a repeat of earlier, grabbed Malcolm into a big bear hug. "Any friend of Trip's is a friend of the family."

"Oh, er, right, thank you very much Sir" Malcolm took a step backwards, and smiled.

"Okay, boys, well ah'll leave ya too it, shall ah? Got some more work ta see to." With that, Charlie Tucker departed the room, and closed the door behind him.

Malcolm glanced at Trip, and grinned sheepishly. "You look just like your father, Trip"

Trip raised his eyebrows then grinned as well. "Ah know, everyone always says that! Don' know whether ta be insulted or not" He walked over to the bed, and started picking up the feathers that were milling about. "Wonder what he made of these?"

"Not a lot, I shouldn't wonder, if he's anything like you on the inside. He probably thought it was some game we brought down with us from Enterprise."

"Well, if he hadn't interrupted us, it would have turned into some game, wouldn't it Mal?" Trip gazed at his friend, and was delighted to see him blush. "We could, um, continue it, if you like?" His innocent look turned to dismay as he heard Malcolm snort.

"I don't think so, Trip. If he had just walked in, as my father would no doubt have done, well, I dread to think" Malcolm stood still, unsmiling, as he thought of the punishment he would have had to take from his unfeeling father.

"Don't think about your father, Mal.... he aint eva gonna be welcom' here, dontcha worry 'bout that!!" Trip was adamant. "You and I are gonna have a relaxin' vacation, an' ah don't wantcha worrying, 'k?"

Malcolm smiled, thinking about how sexy Trip's accent had got, thickening as it did due to his annoyance with Malcolm's father. "I'm sure I will enjoy the holiday, goodness knows we need it."

Trip relaxed. "Okay, well lets tidy this here room up first then." Grinning, they set to work.

The following morning, it had transpired that a thunderstorm had occurred during the night. The scent of rain mingled in with the smell of the flowers in the yard, making everywhere smell fresh and summery. The sun was rising, bringing with it heat, and, its rays played across the yard and out into the fields, flashing light across the puddles dotted around.

Trip had arisen early, and was taking in this view, when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw Malcolm, yawning slightly, and stretching. Now that was a much better view, he thought. Malcolm was wearing tight black shorts, and a wonderfully white tee shirt, that barely concealed his muscles.

Grinning at the lascivious thoughts running through his mind, Trip decided to ask the one important question that would keep him from grabbing and kissing his friend. "Did ya sleep well, Malcolm?"

"Like a log, one of the best night's sleep I have had for a long while. You look refreshed, Trip, did you sleep well?" Malcolm had noticed the look, almost a leer, really. Glancing at Trip himself, he noticed that he was wearing similar attire. Blue shorts, and a blue tee shirt. Delicious, very delicious, he noted.

"Yup. I never even noticed that a storm had happened. See all the puddles?"

Malcolm leant over and looked outside. "Oh my goodness, yes, doesn't that look wonderful? Rain. It's been a long time since I splashed through puddles." Grinning, he turned back to Trip. "What say we take a walk around, Trip? You can show me the sights."

Trip's smile got even wider. "Just ma thoughts exactly! C'mon, what we waitin' for?"

Running out of the house, into the yard, the two men were just like schoolchildren. They splashed in every puddle they could see, whirled around like dervishes, and ran out into the fields beyond. By the time they were out of sight of the house, their legs were covered with mud, and they were both panting, and laughing in merriment

Slowing, they made their way into the nearby woods. All that was heard was the sound of breathing, and the twigs breaking under their feet. The two men wandered on in silence, each enjoying the peace and quiet, and each other's company. Looking at the relaxed Malcolm, Trip wondered if he could do what he was thinking of doing. Oh what the hell, he thought, grabbed Malcolm, and manhandled him into a small lake that he knew was there. He took care to keep Malcolm's head above water, knowing he was afraid of drowning.

The silence was broken. "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" shouted Malcolm.

Splooooooooooooooooooossssssssshhhhhhhhh, the mud was churned up as the two men landed in the middle.

Laughing wildly, Malcolm lunged for Trip "I'm gonna have you for that, you bugger", and he made a grab for Trip, who, for his part, was shrieking with joy.

"Oh no ya don't, Mal, noo Mal, noo...ahhggggggghhhhhhhh" the last part was uttered in vain as Malcolm pushed his friend under the now muddy water. The ensuing fight was littered with laughter, swearing, threats and mock bullying. Eventually, rolling over and over one another, they came to a halt on the lakeside.

Breathing hard, they lay they on their backs, and giggled away the last of their tension.

"Do you KNOW what you look like, Commander Tucker?"

"Ahhm guessin' somethang a lot like yerself, Loooootttenant Reed"

"Your hair is so dirty, Commander. What would the Captain say if he saw us now?" Malcolm barely saw Trip roll over and land of top of him.

Grabbing hold of Malcolm's shoulders, Trip considered the question. "Ahhh reckon he'd think we were a coupla kids, an' send us to decon for an hour or two. Do ya know what yer look like yerself? Yer hair is mussed up and wet, there's mud on yer nose, yer look just gorgeous, Mal" and, unable to resist the sight before him, kissed Malcolm firmly on his lips

Surprised, Malcolm tried to pull back, but Trip had captured him against the floor, and was not about to let his quarry get away from him. Yielding to the unrelenting pressure, Malcolm relaxed his body, and opened his lips to the firm and insistent pressure. Their tongues darted in and out, tasting, teasing, tormenting. Eventually, firm pressure gave way to softer, and more passionate kissing.

Groaning softly, Malcolm placed both his hands round Trip's neck, and gently pulled his hair. When they eventually came up for air, Malcolm looked at Trip with half closed, and desire-filled eyes, his lips swollen with love, his hair falling onto his face.

Seeing the desire there, Trip felt his insides turn to jelly. "Oh, Mal...Mal, I have waited my whole life fer this moment. Eva' since I first saw ya, I knew I wanted ya." Hesitating slightly, he continued, "I love yer, Malcolm Reed. I love yer so much."

"Trip, I...I never knew you felt the same, until yesterday. Even then, I wasn't sure, thought maybe I had dreamt the whole thing." Malcolm dropped his gaze. "I love you, Charles Tucker the Third, with my heart, soul, and mind. Completely and utterly" Looking back, he was thrilled to see Trip's gorgeous blue eyes fill with tears.

"Ha..haahah...um...well are we gonna look at each other all day, or shall we continue?" As Trip spoke these words, he lay on his side, facing Malcolm, pulling him towards him, running his hands down his body until they found their target. Wandering hands caressed Malcolm's arse. Oh my, what a great arse he has, thought Trip.

"Oh, continue, I think? What phmmffffffff" he broke off as Trip kissed him hard, nipping gently at his bottom lip.

Rubbing his hands up and down the muscular body, he touched a sensitive area and felt movement as Trip's cock twitched and grew within the shorts. Groaning, he felt his own body match the movement, and almost collapsed a second later as Trip plunged his hand down his shorts, and softly rubbed the tip of his cock.

"D'ya like that?" Trip hoarsely whispered, still moving his hand up and down, concentrating on the areas that gleaned the most moans out of his partner.

Gasping, moaning, Malcolm just managed to say, "oh god, Trip, don't stop, that feels soooo good, oh.. ohhh..."

"Take your shorts off, darlin'" Trip shuffled the item of clothing down Malcolm's legs, while Malcolm lifted his hips, and pulled them off, throwing them carelessly aside. "That's better, I can see ya better now, honey."

The words dripped like sugar off Trip's tongue, sending little shockwaves down Malcolm's spine, straight to his cock, which was twitching rhythmically as the pressure from Trip's hand increased. Suddenly, the pressure stopped.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..nooo don't stop, Trip, please." The disappointment stopped almost immediately, as he felt Trip move downwards. Trip smoothly opened Malcolm's thighs, and knelt in-between his legs, replacing his warm hand with a hot, wet mouth. Loving the taste of the pre-cum, he slowly licked all around the head of Malcolm's cock, dipping his tongue into the slit at the end. Holding Malcolm's thrashing hips, he swiftly took the entire length into his mouth, gagging slightly, but not pulling away.

"Trip.... Trip.... oh my gooooodddd, Trip..." Malcolm reached new heights of ecstasy, as Trip sucked, licked and nibbled at his length. Hands clenching, he managed to utter "Ahh, ohhh...Im gonna come, Trip...oh...oohhh..."

Feeling his lover tense, and still sucking away, he felt the hot, salty liquid shoot into his mouth. Holding onto the cock, he drank the fluid greedily, then removed the now flaccid organ from him. Grinning at his partner, who lay with his eyes shut blissfully, he maneuvered himself up to place his mouth on Malcolm's slightly parted lips.

Feeling the kiss, he drew Trip nearer, putting all his passion and adoration for this wonderful man into it. As they embraced, Malcolm could feel Trip's cock, still in a highly aroused state, straining in his shorts. "Still wearing your shorts, Commander? Lets get rid of these."

With an adoring smile, Trip grabbed hold, and, very ungracefully, divested himself of the garment, ripping them almost in half. He lay back, and lost himself in seventh heaven as Malcolm's fingers went to work. He could feel as Mal tenderly took hold of his cock, and carefully felt its wonder, its length, and its girth. Making groaning noises at the back of his throat, he tried not to tense too much, tried to concentrate on his developing feelings.

Slowly, sensuously, Malcolm ran his tongue round the rim of the head, enjoying the taste and smell of Trip. Watching his lover contort in the rigors of ecstasy only turned him on more, and he suckled and licked, alternating between soft and harder pressure.

"Ahhh, ahhhhhh oohh Mal...Mal, tha's the spot, yeah, there" softly moaned Trip. Concerned with only his lover's pleasure, Malcolm nibbled down to the bottom of Trip's cock, burying his face into the dark hairs there. His tongue smoothly darted out to the perineum, obviously a very sensitive place judging by the sounds coming from a writhing Trip, Malcolm reveled in the joy he was bringing. Grabbing hold of the bottom of the cock, he steadily but smoothly pumped his hand up and down, then delighted Trip by taking him in his mouth.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh...oohhh youuuu feeel goooooood....Mal...ohhhh...darlin'" Heart pounding, he felt his body flood with emotions as his Mal, gorgeous Mal, did his stuff with his amazing mouth and hands.

Malcolm could feel Trip tense, knew what was coming, removed his hand, and deep-throated Trip, enjoying the feeling as his lover spurted forth his love.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...oohhhhhhhhh....oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy goddddddddd!!!!!!!!! Oh Mal, Mal, Mal...darlin'.... darliiiiiinnnn'" His voice shook with emotion, he lay there, drained.

Swallowing the seed of Trip, Malcolm cuddled up beside him, and enjoyed the sensation of Trip's arms around him.

Trip, sighing, turned over to gaze at his lover, and was dazzled by the smile on his face. And the mud, which had, by this time, dried up. He tried so hard, but in the end gave in to the laughter that was brewing up inside. "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahaahhaah oh Mal, you should see your face!!! How yer gonna explain that away? Hahahahahahaha"

Raising eyebrows, Malcolm grinned, evilly. "Oh, I can always tell them you pushed me into a lake, which WAS the truth" Pausing to glance at Trip's still grinning face, he continued "but I would like to know how you are going to explain your ripped shorts to them?"

Malcolm couldn't do anything but giggle as he watched Trip's face fall in dismay. He treasured this man, this dazzling man, but how he got himself into so many scrapes was beyond him.

"Come on, sexy, lets make our way back."

"Hmm, not sure I want ter, yer know? D'yer happen to have a spare pair shorts on yer person?"

~the end~