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

Title: Portions and Packets

Author: Zoe

Author's e-mail: [email protected]

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Tucker/Reed

Rating: NC-17

Category: Slash

Comments: This fic was inspired via the medium of good alcohol, good food, good company and.a gay website! Read on!

Beta reader(s): Beta'd by the wonderful Sal and SueC

Archived to Reed's Armory on 10/30/2004.

Commander Tucker pulled the shiny blue garment out of its packet and unfurled it. He held it up in disbelief.

"Jeez! What the fuck?"

From somewhere within the clothing, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. As he picked it up, he read the print:

"CONGRATULATIONS on your purchase! You have made the perfect choice. We hope you get many years of pleasure out of wearing it. And remember...if YOU don't look good, WE don't look good!"

Purchase? Trip recalled his last shore leave, yet another trip to Risa. He could not, however, recollect visiting such as shop as that; a shop that was very obviously a gay sex store, judging by the enclosed catalogue. Trip flushed as he thought of the items he'd seen in said catalogue.

Not that he himself had a problem with gay sex shops, being bi himself. But still and all, he wished HE had been the one to buy the outfit. Although, as he glared at it, not this particular one. It was too bright and too...tight for his taste.

Indignation and consternation crossed his face as he suddenly remembered Malcolm Reed had been with him, yet again, on that trip. A Malcolm who had decided he 'desperately' needed to go back to a shop he'd seen earlier, and would Trip please wait here for him? He'd agreed, not being the slightest bit suspicious.

By this time, Trip was exceptionally irritated, and, thrusting the offending article back into its wrapper, he tucked it under his arm, and strode purposefully out of his room. The look on his face successfully kept anyone else from speaking to him.

Upon arrival at his destination, Trip had garnered enough anger to be steaming, raging mad. He hit the intercom button, then thumped the door.

"C'mon Malcolm, open up. I know you're in there."

Several seconds later, the door swooshed open to reveal a sleepy-eyed Malcolm, in a very crumpled uniform.

"Er...Trip? What's wrong?"

Remaining silent, Trip raised his hand, and shoved his friend backwards into the room, Malcolm stumbling as he struggled to keep on his feet. Once they were safely inside and the door had closed, Trip held out the package, dangling it in front of the puzzled armoury officer.

"Trip? What's that?"

"Take it. Open it...NOW!"

"Why?"

"Don't argue, just do it."

Trip was, by this time, almost beside himself with anger, and he threw the packet at Malcolm. Just about managing to hold onto it, the dark haired man realised he had no option but to open it.

As he pulled the outfit out, it was revealed in all its glory. Casting a swift eye towards the engineer, Malcolm smirked. The outfit, such as it was, was an extremely bright blue, sleeveless, legless all in one. Very shiny, very stretchy. Like a romper suit for adults. Malcolm burst out laughing, and found it difficult to stop, tears streaming down his face.

Narrowing his eyes, Trip observed Malcolm, and was even more infuriated with him. How could he have the audacity to do such a thing? He was about to confront his friend, when the farcical nature of the situation hit him like a bolt from the blue. He couldn't stop the slight smile creeping onto his face, anymore than he could stop the giggles. His face crumpled, and soon the two men found themselves rolling about Malcolm's bed. As soon as they thought they were back under control, one of them would glance at the clothing, and it would start them off laughing again.

Eventually, taking deep breaths, they managed to calm themselves down. Malcolm spluttered,

"I...I'm sorry, Trip, but I saw it in a shop window on Risa, and I just couldn't resist! It was so...so you!"

Malcolm set off laughing again, as Trip replied,

"So me? Why on earth me? Blue isn't my colour." Trip protested in between giggles.

"Oh it so is! Go on Trip, try it on!" Malcolm urged.

Trip was about to refuse, and most strongly, when Malcolm continued,

"I dare you!"

Never one to back down from a dare, Trip determinedly stood and stripped his clothes off. Grabbing the outfit, he swiftly yanked the stretchy blue item on, taking care to ensure his important bits were suitably arranged. He chuckled softly to himself as he pulled it into place.

As he finished, he realised the room had gone quiet. He looked at Malcolm and noticed his friend had not only stopped laughing, but was also very obviously avoiding looking at him. As Trip peered closer, he saw the flush on the Brit's cheeks. He isn't embarrassed, is he? thought Trip.

"Mal?"

Malcolm started, and carefully raised his eyes to meet Trip's curious gaze.

"Um...yes?"

Trip's eyes widened in surprise. What Malcolm had tried, and failed, to hide in his eyes was lust, desire, heat and something else. Something Trip never thought he'd see from the dark haired man. Love.

"Stand up..." Trip spoke quietly and as he did so, held out his hand towards Malcolm.

Slight tremors ran through Malcolm and hesitantly he gently clutched at the outstretched hand, rising to his feet as he did so. Attempting to pull his hand away, he was shocked when Trip tenderly entwined their fingers and moved towards him, his other arm reaching around his waist to hold him close.

"Why did you buy this particular outfit, Malcolm?" Trip whispered, softening his words with a warm smile, and trailing a fingertip across one of the impossibly high cheekbones.

Malcolm couldn't speak, his insides seemed to turn into jelly, and his mouth dried up. He was where he'd longed to be ever since their first trip to Risa, the one that had ended up with them tied together, clad just in their underwear. He still had dreams about that gorgeous body and arse in those wonderfully tight skivvies. One look and he'd fallen in lust. Love had taken that little while longer, but love it indeed was. Now Malcolm's fantasies appeared to be coming true, and all he could do was stand there like a dummy, silent but hopeful.

Trip was watching the torment within the other man, and decided to end his anguish.

"Don't worry," he continued, "I think I understand."

Trip lowered his head and lovingly touched his lips to Malcolm's. Electricity surged through their bodies, and Malcolm virtually melted into the kiss.

As the southerner's tongue softly outlined Malcolm's lips, he felt the other man's sigh as he opened his mouth to allow him access. He swept his tongue in, charting all the areas, and was amazed and instantly hard when he felt Malcolm's tongue responding, following, stroking.

Almost breathless, they parted, panting. For just a few seconds, they gazed at each other; eyes alight with the love they both felt. Trip reached out and touched his fingertips across his friend's face. His lips followed, blazing a trail and sending waves of pure pleasure coursing through Malcolm's body, the end result of which was an erection that threatened to scorch a hole through his uniform.

Gentleness was overtaken by passion, and soon Malcolm's uniform and Trip's outfit were discarded, neither of them willing to lose hold of one another for too long.

Laying Malcolm on the bed, Trip followed seconds later, needing to feel skin on skin. Their senses were spiraling out of control as they touched, petted and kissed each other into a wild frenzy.

Chest to chest, thigh-to-thigh, erection-to-erection, they melded themselves together, moaning and teasing. Malcolm opened his legs wider to get Trip closer, and Trip lowered his hand to reach Malcolm's pulsating cock. He stroked the hard length and was thrilled to feel Malcolm doing the same in return.

Slowly, Trip moved his hand until his finger was caressing the sensitive opening between Malcolm's muscled buttocks. He felt the jolt as Malcolm realised what he'd done, but was gratified when the pucker relaxed enough to allow him to gently push his finger in a little.

Unwilling to hurt his new lover, Trip removed his finger.

"Um, Mal? Do you...have anything we can use?" He whispered.

Blushing, Malcolm responded,

"In the top drawer...right hand side."

As Trip reached for the lube, he noticed the shy smile and his heart melted. He quickly opened the tube and applied lots of the sticky liquid to his fingers, transferring them rapidly to Malcolm's anus, smoothly inserting first one finger, then two.

Sighing with pleasure, Malcolm closed his eyes and gave himself up to the sensual sensations flooding his body. Apart from a slight sting, there really wasn't any pain, just a feeling unlike any he'd ever known before.

Trip leant closer to Malcolm, placing little soft kisses across his abdomen and chest, grazing the hardened nipples with his teeth, hoping that this would distract his Brit from what his fingers were doing. He wanted to make this so good for Malcolm and was willing to take time to ensure he was ready. The gasps escaping from the body beneath him told him his lover was slowly building to his climax.

"Darlin', are you ready? I need you to bend your knees up towards your chest for me, is that okay?"

"Yes...oh yes..."

"I'm gonna slowly push in, it shouldn't hurt, but if it does, stop me, 'k?"

Malcolm just nodded as he raised his knees, anticipation written all over the flushed face.

Soft cerulean eyes met trusting sapphire ones, and Trip carefully, smoothly entered the trembling body, lowering himself once again.

Moaning together, Trip caressed Malcolm's hair as he thrust steadily in, until he was fully enclosed in the hot, tight channel. Surprise flooded his body as he felt Malcolm stir against him, and he joined in the movement.

Trip captured Malcolm's swollen lips in a searing kiss, relentlessly moving in and out of the tremulous body. As he did so, his angle of entry changed and Malcolm felt a thunderbolt of pleasure inundate his body.

The two lovers held each other tight as their lovemaking became faster and hotter. They were drenched in sweat as they both veered closer and closer to their orgasms.

One more thrust and suddenly, sweetly, hotly, they were coming; Malcolm's seed soaring out in hot spurts between the two abdomens. As Trip felt Malcolm come, he couldn't hold back, shooting hot fluid into the tight body.

Breathlessly, they came back from their respective highs, Trip's softened organ gently slipping out of his lover's body. He rolled off him, but kept his arms around Malcolm's waist. Both fell into a post-orgasmic sleep.

Lying together in Malcolm's bed, several hot, steamy hours later, Malcolm eventually got the energy together to mutter something.

"Whatcha say, darlin'?"

"I said shame I spent so much money on that outfit...it's ruined now."

They regarded the tattered piece of blue material lying on top of Malcolm's computer, a victim of their earlier enthusiasm.

"So much for 'many years of pleasure out of wearing it'!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothin', Mal. Speaking of, if an article like that," he gestured to the garment, "can cause this," he grinned at Malcolm, "what would you do if I bought you a black leather outfit?"

No words were necessary as Malcolm showed Trip exactly what would happen should such an outfit appear!

~the end~