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

Title: The Card

Author: Zoe

Author's e-mail: [email protected]

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Tucker/Reed

Rating: NC-17

Category: Slash

Summary: A Valentine's Day Romance.

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

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

PART 1

<<And suddenly, two strong arms were holding him, clinging to him, pressing into him. Bending forward, two soft lips captured his own, increasing the pressure until his own lips opened to allow access to his mouth and his tongue. Lying there, in the dark, silence engulfing them, but all the while feeling, tasting, it felt like the world had come to a standstill, and there was only them, only ever them, lost in the dizzy heights of love.

And then, slowly, teasingly, tormentingly, the lips traveled downwards, finding one nipple then the other, pain mixed with pleasure as the tongue licked and suckled, and the teeth gently nibbled. Slowly, achingly slowly, the pleasure increasing as southwards it traveled, a kiss here, a nip here, all the while heading for the centre of his pleasure. >>

BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP

Lt Malcolm Reed jumped at the sound of the alarm beeping. Cursing loudly, he glanced towards the clock, noting that the time read 0600hours. Another 45 minutes before he had to be on duty. There was just enough time for him to finish off what his amazing dream had started. His right hand reached for his erect cock, and he lay back on his bed, closing his eyes, trying to remember what or whom it was he had been dreaming about. Smoothly, he stimulated himself, rubbing the pre-cum over the head of his swollen organ. Groaning, he came quickly. Too quickly, he thought, and not at all satisfying.

Rolling over, he jumped out of bed, headed for his shower, and quickly cleaned himself. The shower, he reflected, was more satisfying than his self-love session. If ONLY he knew who it was in his dreams. It wasn't the first time his dreams had left him puzzled. In fact, if truth were known, they usually ended up like this, only this time seemed different. This time, it was way more erotic, and romantic, and it seemed familiar. Shrugging to himself, he swiftly donned his regulation Starfleet uniform, and departed for his shift.

Deep in thought, he wandered along the bright corridors of Enterprise. The turbo-lift loomed and he called for it, standing alone in silence for a few minutes. The doors whooshed open, and, without looking, he walked in. Never noticing the figure in the corner, he pressed for the Bridge, and stood, head down.

"Mornin' to you, Malcolm."

He jumped, startled by the realization there was someone else in the lift with him. Turning, his eyes happened upon the cheerful figure of Commander Trip Tucker. For some strange, unknown reason, his heart skipped a couple of beats, and he felt flustered.

"Ahh, um, good morning Commander." Malcolm stuttered, turning away from his friend, hoping that Trip wouldn't see the blush that had appeared on his face.

Puzzled, Trip looked at Malcolm. "Malcolm? What's wrong? Did I do something? Did I drop a gun or somethin'?" Trip grinned.

"Huh? Oh, er, no, no, nothing. I'm fine." Hmm, fine? I don't think so, Malcolm thought. But why the hell are you feeling like this just because Trip, your friend, is here? All these thoughts ran riot through his head on the ride to the Bridge, and the rest of the journey passed in silence.

The doors swooshed open, indicating that they had arrived on the Bridge of the Enterprise.

"Ah, good morning, gentlemen" the Captain exclaimed. "My ready room, if you please? T'Pol, Hoshi, Travis, please join us."

Trip and Malcolm walked across, and entered into Jonathan Archer's ready room, just in front of the others. Captain Archer seated himself, and indicated to them to also sit.

"Anyone know what day it will be tomorrow?" Jon Archer grinned at his subordinates.

Travis, the helmsman beamed his huge smile. "Isn't it Valentine's Day, Captain?"

Smiling back, the Captain agreed. "Yup, it sure will be. And seeing as we are quiet, and the majority of us are bored at the present time.yes Malcolm, I know you like playing with your torpedoes, but even you must want something more to do.I have decided that we will celebrate this day."

Clapping their hands with glee, the two Ensigns, Travis and Hoshi, and Trip could barely contain themselves. On the other hand, Malcolm looked the height of misery.

Captain Archer noticed, and inwardly smiled. "You have a problem with that Lieutenant?" Raising his eyebrows, he glanced towards his armoury officer.

Malcolm sighed deeply "Captain, are you sure that is a wise idea?"

"Oh yes, I definitely do think it's a good idea, if only to boost the morale of the crew. Now, what I'm looking for from you all are ideas. Please."

Trip, Hoshi and Travis appeared the most enthusiastic, spouting forth all sorts of weird and wonderful ideas, but eventually it was agreed upon. A disco set in the mess hall. However, not your ordinary disco, but a school disco. It was agreed that everyone had to don school uniform. It was also agreed that, if wished, an anonymous card could be sent to a loved one. The cards were merely a bit of fun, asking the chosen person to be in the disco at a certain time. A mailbox was to be situated outside the Mess hall, and the cards would be delivered by the Captain, thereby ensuring fair play.

Hoshi and Travis exited the Ready Rooms with big grins on their faces. Malcolm left, feeling strangely excited, but as to why, he had no explanation, especially given his reservations about the idea. Still, at least he kept his face bland, he thought. Pondering on his way to his station, he thought about Trip. When the idea was suggested, Trip, for a nanosecond, smiled across at him, then, turning away, concentrated all his attention on the ideas for the disco. Trip had become voracious in his suggestions, almost like an over-excited puppy. Archer had actively encouraged Trip, but the little grins sent whirling towards Malcolm from the Captain had mystified him.

Shaking his head, he concentrated on the task in hand. He had some simulations to run that would take him a few hours. He was so deep in his work by the time Trip came out of the Ready Room, that he completely missed the look that Trip and Captain Archer gave him.

"Ensign, open a ship-wide channel please." Archer requested.

"Channel open, sir." Hoshi responded.

"Attention all crewmembers. After a meeting in my Ready Room today, it has been decided to celebrate the 14th February. As you know, this is Valentine's Day. A disco will be held on that evening in the Mess Hall. However, just to make it extra special, it will be a school disco. All off duty personnel will be expected to arrive in school uniform, no exceptions. That includes you, Lt Reed!" Archer glanced briefly across at his armoury officer.

Malcolm blushed, and decided to concentrate very deeply on his console, trying to ignore the sniggers of his colleagues. Tuning out, he missed the rest of the Captain's speech.

"Should be good fun, dontcha think Malcolm?" A voice whispered in his ear.

Almost jumping out of his skin, Malcolm spun around and nearly collapsed at the proximity of Trip. His heart raced and his mouth went dry. Coughing slightly, he muttered, "If you like that sort of stuff" and turned back to the job he was doing. Still noting Trip hovering by his shoulder, Malcolm turned back around to face the engineer. Smiling, he said "Still here Commander? Haven't you got work to do?" Gratified, he noted that Trip actually flushed a little.

"Um, yeah, yeah I do.see ya later Malcolm." Giving a small salute, Trip bounced off the Bridge.

The Captain was watching the interaction between Trip and Malcolm and was highly amused by it. "Malcolm? Don't you have something else to do in the armoury?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"Yes, sir." Malcolm left his station, and departed the bridge. Standing in the turbo-lift, he had a sudden flashback to his dream that morning. Gasping, Malcolm suddenly realized whom it was he was dreaming about. And an even bigger realization was that his dream would never come to fruition. His grey-blue eyes clouded over, and his chin dropped. Deep in thought, he never heard the lift come to a halt, until someone spoke "Sir? Are you alright?"

Lifting his eyes, he nodded, and moved out of the lift and away down the corridor to the armoury. At least he would be able to lose himself in his work, he figured. That would stop him from thinking about his dream lover. He hoped. Sighing, he walked into his domain, and soon engrossed himself in his work.

The following day, a mailbox was placed outside the mess hall. It seemed everyone was joining in the fun and it was soon full. Jonathan Archer was almost regretting saying he would deliver the cards as the pile on his desk grew larger and larger. Still, it was his idea and deliver the cards he would. Particularly as he had added 2 cards himself. Grinning wickedly, he hauled the bag further onto his shoulder as he walked around the corridors, stopping occasionally to push cards under doors.

Malcolm had just jumped out of the shower, and was toweling himself down, when he heard a small noise. Wandering through into the other room, he noticed a small card on the floor. Frowning, he picked up the card, and read it.

"Dear Malcolm.

Your eyes are gorgeous and blue,

Your lips should be kissing mine,

At the school disco tonight,

PLEASE BE MY VALENTINE.

Love from?"

Gasping with shock, he felt shivers down his spine, not entirely unpleasant either. He sat down on the edge of his bed, and wondered who could have sent him this card. He had certainly never even considered sending a card to anyone. Well, not really true. He HAD considered it, but then kicked that into touch as being a strictly bad idea.

Oh well, he thought, he couldn't sit here all day, contemplating who was sending him slushy cards, nice though it was. After quickly dressing, and giving his hair a comb through, he left his quarters, a small smile playing about his lips.

The doors to the mess hall opened, and allowed Malcolm entrance. It seemed everyone and their mother had decided to eat at the same time, making it rather crowded and also rather noisy.

He gathered his breakfast of pancakes and peanut butter, together with a hot cup of tea, and searched the room for either a spare table or one of his friends to sit with. Spying a spare seat with Hoshi and Travis, he made his way over.

"Good morning, may I sit with you?" he smiled down at them.

"Sure, Malcolm. Please be seated! Hey, did you know we got cards?" Travis nodded his head towards Hoshi.

"Yeah, we did. I'm so excited" Hoshi couldn't contain her glee. "Don't know who it's from, but still. Its nice to know SOMEONE is thinking about me."

"And me, don't forget about me too," gently, Travis chided her.

"Oops, sorry Trav. Malcolm, how about you? Did you get a card?" Curiosity was written all over Hoshi's face as she leant nearer to the armoury officer.

"I hate to disappoint you Hoshi, but no, I didn't get a card." Malcolm deliberately kept his face straight. Unfortunately, his hormones decided not to listen at this point, and he blushed.

Laughing, Hoshi spluttered, "Oh yeah, riiiight! And I DO believe that!! Come on, Malcolm, spill. Spill."

Hoshi and Travis gazed at the uncomfortable man with expectation. Just as he was about to, reluctantly, spill the beans, someone else arrived at the table.

"May Ah join you?" At the sound of Trip's voice, Malcolm decided to take a very long look at his cup of tea, knowing that if he looked up, his face would be redder than it already was.

"Certainly, Commander," Travis grinned. "We were just asking the good Lieutenant if he had received a card for the disco tonight, weren't we Hoshi?"

Hoshi nodded, enjoying the teasing. Trip noticed how quiet the other man was, and decided to let him off the hook. "Well, Ah received a card, if yer interested?"

"You did? Who from? What does it say?" Hoshi jumped on the little tidbit like a starving wolf.

"Ah dunno who it's from, but I'm hoping" Trip smiled shyly. "Its very sweet, but I dunno how I'm gonna get thro' today."

"Mine reads 'your eyes are brown, your lips are red, I want to get you into bed'" Travis giggled "and you think you cant wait for tonight?"

Sniggering, even Malcolm looked up from his tea, and joined in the giggles.

"Well, if you wanna hear forward, then here this," Hoshi laughed, "it says, 'your ass is mine, Ensign Sexy' and that's it! Nothing else. So, come on, Malcolm, Trip, read your cards out. You've heard ours."

"Uh uh, no way, sorry. It stays secret, at least until I find out who it is that sent it," Trip exclaimed.

"Likewise. Its probably someone taking the piss anyway" shrugging, Malcolm made as if to leave.

"Malcolm? Why would anyone want to take the piss? Do you really think that little of your colleagues?" Trip was amazed, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No Commander," the professional face had slipped back into place. "I really think that little about myself, actually." And on that bombshell, Malcolm left the others to finish their breakfasts.

Mouths gaping, they stared after the armoury officer. "What do you make of that then?" Hoshi asked, as they watched the tense man leave the room.

"Well, I'm sure we will find out, one way or another, tonight." Travis said.

"We'd better," Trip shook his head in disbelief. "Oh well, best head off to engineering, see what's happenin' there."

"Yeah, Trav, shall we head on up to the Bridge?" Hoshi gestured for her friend to follow.

PART 2

Later that day, back in the armoury, Malcolm was frustrated, and he swore. Loudly. "Oh fucking, shit, bollocks."

"Well, excuse me, lieutenant," Captain Archer exclaimed, looking a little astounded at the outburst.

Dodging his head out from under the console, Malcolm grimaced when he spotted the Captain. He pulled himself out, and stood upright. "I apologise, Captain, for my little tirade. I was just losing a battle against my damn console. It went 'boom' on me. Sorry."

Archer grinned. "It's okay, Malcolm, but don't you think you should be heading home now? Time to get ready for tonight's festivities?"

"What time is it?"

"1830 hours."

"Oh damn. That time already? Just a few more minutes." catching site of his Captain's face, he changed his next words "okay, sir, I will just hand over and then go. Thanks."

"Don't mention it, lieutenant. Just enjoy yourself tonight, that's all I ask." Then the captain leaned over him and winked.

Winked?

The Captain winked?

Ooooh boy! The captain must know more than he's letting on, Malcolm thought.

Handing over to his Ensign, Malcolm wondered about what he was letting himself in for. A Valentines Dance did not sound promising, although he did have the card. Sighing, he wandered back to his quarters.

He input his code, the doors opened, and he entered his room. He quickly divested himself of clothes. Turning on the shower, he ensured the water was hot before he stepped in, and efficiently cleaned himself, making sure his cock had had a thorough cleansing. After all, he thought, I might get lucky. Ha. And I DON'T think!

Moving out, he shaved himself, and, losing any thoughts of vanity, slapped aftershave on. He wandered into his room, and found himself facing his wardrobe.

"Okay, Mal, find something that someone MAY just find attractive, or else just stay in your room," he groaned. Looking, he happened upon a dark purple shirt, and dark blue trousers. The purple shirt always brought the blue of his eyes out, so he was told, so he donned that. The trousers always made his legs look longer, so he was told, so he donned those too. Looking in the mirror, he found that the image looking back didn't look bad. Then he remembered. It was a SCHOOL disco. Shoulders drooping, he removed the clothes, and neatly hung them back up. Delving into the very depths of his wardrobe, he found some grey shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt. Grabbing them, he hauled them out, and quickly dressed. A stripy blue and red tie was soon loosely fastened around his neck, and finally, an old baseball cap was plonked on his head. Hmm, his vision told him he very definitely looked like a schoolboy.

Malcolm glanced towards the clock. It now read 1925hours. Ooookayy, he thought. Time to depart. He grabbed his card as he left the room.

The mess hall doors appeared before him, as if by magic. How did I get up here? He thought. Oh well. Lets go in.

The doors swished open, and all he could see were people. It seemed very crowded to him, and he was very tempted to back out, go back to his quarters, had it not been for Hoshi.

"Wow, Malcolm, you look great, like a very cheeky schoolboy. And what's that aftershave you are wearing? You smell fantastic. So, you are going all out to win whoever tonight then?" Hoshi barely took a breath between her sentences.

Malcolm glanced at his friend. She was wearing a white shirt, very short pleated skirt and knee length socks, and looked disheveled. Two pigtails completed the look.

"Thanks Hoshi, but you know." he shrugged.

"Oooh no," she grabbed hold of his upper arm. "No way are you going back to your room, no way at all."

Sighing deeply, he allowed himself to be pulled into the room. He licked his lips nervously, while scanning the room. No one was taking notice.

He suddenly noticed Travis standing at Hoshi's side. He also noticed the little touches, the little glances they were giving each other. He immediately felt like a gooseberry,

"Er, I'm going for a drink. Do you two want anything?" Malcolm asked.

"No thanks Malcolm, we are quite alright," Travis replied, without ever looking at his friend.

Giving them an incredulous look, Malcolm wandered over to where the 'bar' was, just in front of the disco, and ordered a beer. He was still standing there, brooding, when he felt a nudge at the side of him. Looking round, he found Trip, standing there, looking extremely sexy in an almost identical outfit to his. Apart from the ultra tight shorts. Realizing he was staring at him, Malcolm flushed slightly, and looked up at Trip.

"Hi Malcolm," Trip said, anxiously.

"Trip! Wow, you look, um, wow," Malcolm finished, weakly. "All the females will be going mad tonight, seeing you in those shorts. Just don't bend down, will you?" He finished, although he rather hoped that Trip would bend down. He had a sudden vision flash into his thoughts of Trip's curvaceous arse. Smiling inanely, he suddenly realized that Trip had spoken to him. "Pardon? Sorry, I um completely missed what you said," Malcolm babbled.

Rolling his eyes, Trip repeated his sentence. "I said, could I see your card, Malcolm?" A smile crept onto his lips.

"Oh, er, its, its rather, um, private," blushed Malcolm. But another glance at Trip forced him to give up his card, reluctantly.

Trip read the card. "Do you know we have the self same poem on the card? The only thing that's changed is the name?"

"We do? Gosh, I knew nothing about that!" Malcolm protested. "What do you suppose that means?"

What Trip was going to reply was never known as Captain Archer strolled up, looked very uncomfortable, in his shorts. "Well, looks like all the males on the ship only ever had one uniform in school. I'm certain we wore trousers as well."

"We did, but seeing as we wear trousers for 99% of the time on board, then I guess this was the only way to dress up as schoolboys!" Trip explained.

"Very true," came the reply. "By the way, did you find out yet who your cards came from? Almost identical, aren't they?" Archer innocently asked his officers.

Trip was about to answer, when Malcolm, who narrowed his eyes, and gave Archer a searching look, stopped him. He was gratified when a small blush crept up Archer's cheeks. "Urm, forgive me for asking Captain--"

"We are supposed to be at a school disco, so call me Jon, please." Archer interrupted, smiling sheepishly, hoping to distract Malcolm.

"Fine. Forgive me for asking Jon.but how did you know about our cards and the fact they are almost identical?"

Looking from one man to the other, the penny finally dropped for Trip, and he glared at Archer. "Yeah, Jon. Tell us. I certainly never told.oh, wait a minute, have yer been talking to Hoshi an' Travis?"

Archer had the grace to look shamefaced. "No, I haven't, I have been extremely busy today, and have hardly spoken to anyone."he bit his lip and inwardly cursed himself for letting out that bit of information.

"Busy doing what, may we ask?" Trip and Malcolm both stood, looking expectantly at the man.

"Ah, um, er," Jon pulled at the neck of his shirt, and felt very uncomfortable. Grasping at a straw he confidently said, "I was doing Captainly things!" As their jaws dropped, Jon decided this was a good time to leave. "Enjoy the disco, see you later, guys," and he raced across to the far side of the room, attempting to put as much space as possible between them.

Trip was the first to recover. "Well, of all the.do you think he is behind the cards, Mal?"

"Oh definitely. I wonder what the easiest way would be to kill him?" Malcolm wondered aloud.

"Why'd ya wanna kill our cap'n?" Moving closer to Malcolm, Trip put his arm tentatively around his waist. "Personally, I think he did me a favour."

Jumping at the contact, Malcolm blushed furiously, and averted his gaze from the impossibly blue eyes that were fixed on him now. Certain that Trip would be able to hear his pounding heartbeat, he tried to breath normally.

"Mal? Do you want to be my Valentine?" Hopeful blue eyes sent a puppy dog look towards Malcolm.

Looking up, Malcolm let out a ragged breath and was undone by the look. He steadied himself by putting his arms around the waist of his partner. "Valentine? Oh, yes, please. If you are sure?"

"I've never been more certain, Mal," and Trip lowered his face down, and tenderly kissed Malcolm's lips. Eyes closed, they both leant closer, enjoying the taste of each other. Gently, Trip prised Malcolm's lips apart and slowly inserted his tongue into the warm cavity.

They forgot about the disco, forgot about the cards, forgot everything else about them. They were lost in the passionate kiss, their arms around one another. Coming up only for air, they saw the desire reflected in each other's eyes.

"Oh Mal, you are so gorgeous, you have no idea," Trip whispered against the soft cheek of the smaller man "but if you don't take me out of here now, I think everyone will know how gorgeous I think you are, and what religion I am," he imperceptibly gestured towards the growing bulge in his tight shorts.

Glancing downwards, Malcolm's mouth suddenly went completely dry. Swallowing hard, he could only nod at the other man's suggestion. Loosening his grip from around Trip's waist, he heard a small moan. Moving quickly to assure his partner of his love, he grasped hold of his hand, and squeezed. Reassured, Trip squeezed back, and, smiling broadly, the two would-be lovers walked across the crowded room, holding hands, lost in their romantic thoughts.

Across the room, Jon Archer watched in delighted triumph. At last, he thought, if anyone on this ship deserves a bit of happiness, it's those two. And I bet they wouldn't have made any moves towards each other if I hadn't given them a bit of a push.

PART 3

Eventually, despite plenty of kissing stops, they made it to Malcolm's quarters. As the door opened, Malcolm stepped aside to let Trip cross the threshold. Hearing the door swish close, Trip turned and grabbed hold of the smaller man, pressing his body urgently to his. They kissed again, this time the kiss held the promise of things to come.

Malcolm rubbed his erection against Trip's, enjoying hearing the moans from deep in his throat. "Oh, god, Trip.I need you.want you.now. Oh god, now.please."

Understanding, Trip moved away from Malcolm and quickly the two men undressed. Naked, Trip gently pushed Malcolm until the bed was against the back of his knees, and he fell onto the bed, pulling Trip on top of him.

And suddenly, two strong arms were holding him, clinging to him, pressing to him. Bending forward, two soft lips captured his own, increasing the pressure until his own lips opened to allow access to his mouth and his tongue. Laying there, in the dark, silence engulfing them, but all the while feeling, tasting, it felt like the world had come to a standstill, and there was only them, only ever them, lost in the dizzy heights of love.

And then, slowly, teasingly, tormentingly, the lips traveled downwards, finding one nipple then the other, pain mixed with pleasure as the tongue licked and suckled, and the teeth gently nibbled. Slowly, achingly slowly, the pleasure increasing as southwards it traveled, a kiss here, a nip here, all the while heading for the centre of his pleasure

Malcolm tensed slightly, waiting for the alarm to go off. Amazingly, it didn't, but the pleasure continued. Noticing him tense, Trip silently asked the question.

"Sorry, Trip, it's just-I had this dream, several times in fact, and just as I get to this stage the alarm went off. Strange thing was, I never knew who it was, in my dream. Now you are here, I still feel like I'm in a dream."

"Oh no, darlin', you ain't dreaming. Just you lie there, I'm gonna love ya like you ain't never been loved."

"Thank you," came the simple reply. Then Malcolm lost all coherent thought as Trip's talented mouth engulfed his cock.

Trip ran his lips over the end of Malcolm's cock, then teased at the opening. He nibbled and sucked all the way down to the dark, curly hair at the bottom of the shaft. Hearing the groans, he ran his tongue around the rim of the penis, then smoothly and swiftly, took the cock back into his mouth, steadily moving up and down.

Clutching tightly at the sheets, Malcolm moaned loudly. "Oh god, Trip.I.Trip/. Please stop.I.don/'t think I can hold myself much longer."

Understanding, Trip removed his mouth from Malcolm's cock, moving up till he was level with his face, and kissed him deeply.

"Trip? Would you make love to me.you know, properly?" Malcolm flushed as he asked the question.

"Try and stop me," he growled, "but I wanna watch you as we make love, I wanna see you lose control as you come."

Malcolm nodded shyly, and reached for the lubricant on the shelf next to his bed. "Here, use this, Trip."

Trip positioned a pillow under Malcolm's lower back, then squirted some lubricant onto his fingers. Massaging the buttocks with one hand, he slipped his lubricated finger down into the cleft before him. As he found the sensitive hole, he gently rubbed around it, then slowly teased his way in.

Malcolm thought he was going to collapse with pleasure. "Don't stop, don't ever stop, Trip," he moaned.

Trip didn't reply, he was concentrating on make sure that Malcolm was relaxed and open enough to allow him access. When he was sure Malcolm was ready, he glanced up towards his partner. "Mal, darlin'? You ready?"

"Oh blimey, yes, yes.please," he begged him.

Positioning his cock at Malcolm's entrance, he slowly, slowly pushed into the tightly puckered hole. Gasping, he paused, waiting till Malcolm relaxed again. Soon, the sphincter loosened, and Trip pushed gently until he was completely buried in Malcolm.

Sighing with pleasure, his face flushed, his eyes locked with Malcolm's, Trip started the dance of love, thrusting gently in and out; enjoying seeing Malcolm squirm and groan with bliss.

Moaning and writhing, Malcolm closed his eyes briefly, before opening them and staring Trip in his desire- filled eyes. "Oh Trip, my darling Trip, I love you, there was only ever you. I..." he stopped as longing overcame him. Closing his eyes, he let his body give in to the pleasure he was feeling.

Trip upped the ante, pulling almost out of Malcolm, then quickly driving back him, feeling the man underneath him squirm with delight. Upon hearing Malcolm's words of love, he paused.

Disappointed, Malcolm glared at him.

"Don't glare at me Mal, honey." Ignoring the look Malcolm was giving him, he leant down closer to his lover. "It's just that, Mal, I adore you. I worship you. I love you."

Melting into Trip, Malcolm felt tears spring to his eyes. "Just.just love me Trip, please?" he begged.

Unable to resist Malcolm's puppy dog eyes, he continued with the lovemaking, stroking into Malcolm softly yet strongly. He heard Malcolm gasp yet again, knew he was close, and stepped up the strokes, getting closer to climax himself.

"Oh.oh OHHH TRIP!"

"Mal.oh Mal, darlin'.darling.OH GOD...I LOVE YOU.LOVE YOUUUUU!"

"LOVE YOU, OH TRIP, OH.OHHHH LOVEEEEE!"

Together, the men came, and Trip collapsed onto the younger man, both gasping at the intensity of their orgasm.

They held each other close, tightly for what seemed like hours. Trip eventually carefully removed his flaccid cock from Malcolm, and rolled onto his side, still with his arm round his lover.

Malcolm snuggled up to Trip, enjoying the closeness. "Trip?"

"Uhh um? Wha' ya wan' Mal?"

"Nothing, really. Just wanted to tell you I love you. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For making me happy. Deliriously, madly, gorgeously happy." Malcolm opened his eyes at this, and, with love-filled eyes, poured all his emotions into his gaze.

Sighing happily, Trip didn't reply. He just pulled Malcolm closer into his embrace. There would be time enough tomorrow to talk, he thought. For now, their love was enough.

~the end~