Rating: NC-17
Author's notes: The boys get a little raunchy. Proceed at your own
risk. Uhm, this is all Qzee's fault.
"Harder. More."
At first, I could barely hear Malcolm's voice above the noise of the
mattress and our heavy breathing. I made a brief mental note to
check on getting a quieter bed. Malcolm's fingernails biting into my
arms brought my attention back to the present.
"Harder, Trip. Oh God, pound me," he urged, his pleas becoming
louder. Malcolm in bed was a revelation to me. I suppose I'd
expected him to conform to the old "no sex, please, we're British"
stereotype. I found myself delighted by how far off the mark I'd
been. He was easily the most passionate, lusty, foul-mouthed lover
I'd ever had, or even heard stories about. I was at a loss to
understand how he was able to mask it so successfully while on-duty.
Malcolm moved his feet from my shoulders to wrap his legs around my
waist as I pumped in and out of him. He moaned loudly, cursing
again, heaving his ass off the bed to meet my every thrust. The
mattress squeaked louder until it fell into our rhythm and began
thumping against the wall.
My lovemaking experiences, prior to Malcolm, were mostly with women
and usually accompanied only by soft music or silence. The first
time we'd gone to bed together had been surprising to me, and yes,
very stimulating. I suppose I was always a little too self-
conscious, too in-control of myself during sex. Oh, I made noise
certainly, uttered maybe a handful of words, along with the usual
moans and sighs. But I loved the uninhibited feeling Malcolm's sex
commentary gave me. I liked it so much, in fact, I'd been somewhat
embarrassed to admit it to him afterwards. And once Malcolm realized
the effect he had on me, I was convinced that he got even more wild
and unrestrained, although it hardly seemed possible.
Right now, Malcolm was doing a fair imitation of a bucking bronco,
while begging loudly, "Oh God, yes, just like that. Right there. Do
me. Oh fuck. Yes, Trip! More!" Motivated, I stroked faster and he
met my hips with his, slapping his sweat-slick body against mine.
His unmistakably orgasmic howls drove me over the edge and I climaxed
hard, groaning my own pleasure to the ceiling. Malcolm spread out on
the bed before me as my cum oozed out of him, his own release
splattered all over his stomach and chest. He gave me an exhausted
smile and held up his arms, inviting me to collapse onto him and
snuggle. While Malcolm was easily the most audacious lover I'd ever
had; he was also sensitive and caring. A true romantic. And a major
cuddler. The dichotomy had puzzled me at first, but now I accepted
it as simply another facet of his personality.
"So, you liked that?" Malcolm teased, letting me have it with that
arousing little smirk of his. I lifted my head up from where I was
sucking on his neck and kissed the tip of his nose.
"It got me very hot, in case you didn't notice," I said, leaning
back down to give the fresh hickey on his neck a kiss. I snagged the
towel we keep by the bed and gently cleaned us up.
"Oh, I certainly noticed," he said, stroking my cheek gently, a
thoughtful look on his face. "And you're no shy thing yourself.
They probably heard you in engineering."
"Then they'll know why I have this huge smile on my face," I winked
at him. We shared some deep, tongue-filled kisses before we dropped
off to sleep, nestled close together, limbs entwined.
During breakfast, Malcolm had leaned over and spoken softly in my ear as he left the table. "I want to bend you over this table and fuck you until you scream for mercy."
I'd had to sit at the empty table for a while longer before I could leave without embarrassment. I'd thought of him as I walked to engineering and the whole time I'd checked the overnight status reports on the engine. And while I'd sat at my desk, getting caught up on nearly a month's backlog of data shuffling.
A few hours later, while I was inspecting some recent repairs in an access conduit, I got a comm.
"Tucker." I answered curtly.
"Are you alone?" Just the sound of Malcolm's voice gave me goosebumps.
"Yes."
"I couldn't stop thinking about you all morning. I was starting to... caress the phase pistols. I had to go to my office before anyone noticed how hard I was for you. I'm so ready for you, Trip." Malcolm's voice was husky.
"Oh God," I groaned, and my cock sprang back up harder than ever. "I need you, baby, need you bad."
"I want to take you, fill you up. Do you want that?"
"Malcolm! What the hell are you doing to me?"
"Not as much as I'd like to." He paused. "I want you. Now. If I were there, I'd stroke you and suck you until you exploded into my mouth. Then I want to fuck you. Naked. On top of the warp engine. My cock in your ass. Isn't that what you want, Trip?" I found I couldn't breathe. Damn, had I really told him about that?
"Fuck," I rubbed my hard cock through my uniform, wondering if I could make it back to my office without anyone noticing.
"Are you hard, Trip?"
"Shit, you know I am. I need you. Now. Inside me." To hell with it. I pull out my hard-on and jack off right there in the conduit. "I want you to fuck me so hard, I can taste it when you come."
The sound Malcolm makes is delicious. It pushes me over the edge. "I can hear you shudder. I love making you come with just the sound of my voice." I hear panting and a long, dragged out moan. I wonder just how soundproof his office really is.
"Will you fuck me tonight? Do you promise?"
"I think you can count on it, Mr. Tucker," Malcolm said, before signing off.
"You're so hard." Malcolm touched the tip of my cock with his finger and licked the drop of pre-come off it. "Scrumptious." He pulled me to the bed and I desperately wanted him to take me right then and there.
"It's you. You make me hard. You love it, don't you?" I asked, as he pushed me down and knelt in front of me, between my legs.
"Yes. I love it. I love you," he replied, proceeding to rub my cock all over his face and along his lips.
"Suck me." Malcolm took me in his mouth. His tongue felt marvelous. "Oh shit, you are too damn good at that." I quivered when he went lower and sucked one of my balls into his mouth, while he reached up to tease my nipple. The wet, fleshy sounds of Malcolm sucking me off nearly made me explode.
"That's it," I groaned. "Pinch me. I can't wait to feel you inside me. " My words encouraged him. He went down on me with more enthusiasm and took me straight down his throat.
"You taste so good. I want to eat you up," he said as he came up for air. I couldn't hang on any longer. Shuddering, I gritted my teeth and blew my load down Malcolm's throat. He squeezed me, milking me for all I was worth, then rubbed my softening, still drooling cock over his face. My chest heaved as I gasped for breath. I was overcome with a frenzy of pleasurable sensations like never before. Malcolm's face glistened with my cum. He used his tongue to retrieve a drop at the corner of his mouth as he pushed me back onto the bed and spread my legs. I threw my feet up onto his shoulders and shamelessly begged for what I wanted.
"Fuck me, Malcolm, please. Fuck me now." I reached down and pulled my butt cheeks even farther apart. The lube appeared in Malcolm's hand and he reached down to grease me up, dipping his fingers inside to make me ready.
"Oh shit. Oh yeah," I nearly shouted, as I felt his slick fingers at my ass. I pushed my butt toward him, trying to get more of Malcolm inside me. He slipped his hand between my legs and felt that I was getting hard again.
"I love that you're always hard for me. When you're ready to fuck at a moment's notice. Now whisper your dirty little nothings in my ear."
I bumped my pelvis against him. "I want you inside me. Now. Give it to me. Please." I begged.
Malcolm slid smoothly into me. We were lost, all our senses were overloaded. A muffled moan, a sudden gasp and some well-chosen words went a long way. There was the rustling of the sheets, heavy breathing, the tempo of the bed, the wet suction sound of kisses. An orchestra of rapture.
"Do you like that? Do you want more?"
"Oh yeah. Deeper," I moaned. "Always deeper." We shifted into a smooth ride as Malcolm pistoned his cock in and out of my ass.
"Harder. Oh shit, right there. Again, harder." I demanded almost harshly, thrusting up as he plunged into me.
"You're so hot," he grunted. "You're burning me up. I want to crawl inside you, be part of you."
"Oh God, yes. I'm so ready. Come inside me."
Malcolm growled and crammed his cock into my hot ass. He pumped frantically into me; I urged him on. I felt deliciously wanton, more than naked. My cock had never been so hard, and I stroked it as Malcolm fucked me to within an inch of my life. The pent-up passion of the day blasted out of me in one agonizing pulse after another. My orgasm seemed to last forever. Malcolm was shaking violently above me, thrusting in short, rapid pulses, wailing in pleasure as his cock spasmed inside me. I could feel the warmth of his come flooding my insides as he shuddered and cried out, his eyes rolling back in his head.
My last thought before I passed out was that, this time; I wouldn't be surprised if they'd heard us on the bridge.
"Sure thing, Cap'n." I was up quickly and followed him inside.
Archer stood by the viewport, looking out while the door closed behind me. He had an odd look on his face.
"Uh, you okay, Cap'n? Something wrong?"
He turned and looked directly into my eyes for a long moment, then broke the contact and went over to his desk, perching on the edge of his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose briefly and took a deep breath. Looked me in the eyes again.
"You need to take Hoshi out for a very nice dinner the next time we have shore leave. Maybe buy her some flowers. A nice present."
I must have gaped at him, because I had to shut my mouth before I could speak. "Cap'n, I'm not sure I... we aren't... I'm not..."
He interrupted my bewildered stammer. "T'Pol had Hoshi running a pretty comprehensive diagnostic on the communications systems yesterday afternoon. " He shot me a sideways look. "Apparently it included a very extensive, detailed log of all comms traffic..." He trailed off, stifling a smile, once he saw the horrified comprehension on my face.
"Hoshi tells me there was some... malfunction, while she was transferring the data. Unfortunately, all comms traffic logged during that period was wiped from the records. She hasn't had much success retrieving it." He paused again and I could see now that he was enjoying himself. "You might want to check it out. Make sure it won't be a problem in the future."
"I'll check into it, Cap'n." I stood up to leave. "I'm sure it won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't, Commander." He smiled calmly at me as I left, but as the door was closing, I heard the unmistakable sound of hysterical laughter.
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