Rating: NC-17
Summary: Malcolm takes a Trip to paradise.
Warnings: Mild BDSM, Other
Series: The Sensuous Malcolm Reed
Sequel to: Companion piece with Peppermint Piggies, Dessert's On Me and Show Time
Beta: Nope. This was for spot, I couldn't ask her to beta it.
Spoilers: Desert Crossing
Author's notes: There's some spanking going on here, and I don't mean monkeys. Very consensual and not intended to squick, but consider yourself warned. Muse!Malcolm insisted it was appropriate for a birthday fic, since this is my response to RB's story request for shakespearespot's 21st birthday. I believe I covered all the requested items: T/R, alcohol, pineapple flavored lube, pineapple rum, humor, NC-17/PWP.
"What's all this, Trip?" Malcolm looked around his quarters, both
confused and amused.
"You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. I figured you needed
to relax for a change." Thanks to my expertise with the resequencers
as well as a timely care package from my family, I'd decided to help
my exhausted lover take a break. I'd temporarily redecorated his
quarters into what I modestly thought was a fairly good
representation of a tropical paradise, minus the sand.
"It's very nice," he told me dubiously, looking around at the travel
posters, strings of lights, palm fronds, bamboo and other things I'd
put up. I even had some island music playing softly for atmosphere
in the background. "I like your skirt," he teased, "But shouldn't it
be grass?"
"Nah, those are for women. This is a sarong. Very manly," I assured
him, smoothing my hands over my hips. That got his attention, as I'd
known it would. He sauntered over and wrapped me up in a nice cuddly
hug.
"I suppose it's too much to hope that you cut up your shirts to make
it," Malcolm noted wryly. "Are you going to hula for me later?" he
asked with a smile, stroking my bare back and trying to slide his
hand underneath the back of my sarong.
"Hmmm, I'll ignore that slight on my fashion sense. And there just
might be some hip shaking on tonight's program," I winked. "But
first, let's get you comfortable. Go clean up and change out of that
uniform." I gave him a gentle shove toward the bathroom. It didn't
take more than a few minutes and he was back, freshly showered and
wearing the robe I'd left for him. I met him at the doorway, gave
him a nice warm kiss, and placed a flower lei around his neck. His
eyes widened in horror.
"Don't worry, darlin', they're fake. No pollen. I'm not completely
clueless, you know." That got me a real nice smile.
"No, you're not. You could be the most thoughtful lover I have."
"Thanks. I think." I'd have to ponder that one. "Here, have a seat
and let your personal cabana boy, that's me by the way, bring you
something to quench your thirst and satisfy your hunger."
"That sounds lovely. I have several hungers you could help me
satisfy." Malcolm settled himself in the beach chair I'd set up for
him. I knew he was watching me, so I deliberately exaggerated my hip
movements as I went to get the food. Bingo, I thought, as I heard
the soft laughter behind me. I brought over the tray I'd prepared.
"How 'bout we start with your stomach?" I removed the cover with a
flourish. "Here you go, sir. Specialty of the house." Malcolm
studied the tray for moment, then started laughing.
"You know, Trip, I don't just like pineapple. I like lots of other
foods. There is such a thing as moderation." I'd fixed him quite a
spread; pineapple slices, pineapple-yogurt dip with fruit chunks for
dunking, Hawaiian chicken with pineapple fried rice, pineapple upside-
down cake, pineapple cheesecake and pineapple sorbet. Okay, I may
have gone overboard. And I'm not sure, but I think we may have to
name our firstborn after Chef.
"Ah," I nodded, looking thoughtful. "Then I suppose we won't be
needing this?" Malcolm glanced at what I was holding, did a double
take and burst out laughing again. Gratified at his reaction, I
tossed the tube carelessly toward the bed.
"How in bloody hell did you find pineapple flavored lube?"
"I have connections," I told him smugly. "Here, try your drink. I
call it a Cabana Boy Pineapple Rum Colada."
Malcolm took the glass, delicately picked out the little umbrella,
tossed it over his shoulder and bravely took a sip. His eyebrows
went up and he smiled in surprise.
"Oh, that's nice," he said, taking a bigger drink. "What's in it?"
"Let's see, pineapple rum, coconut rum, pineapple juice, cream of
coconut, essence of cabana boy..." It took him a second to process
what I'd said. I know, because that's how long it took before he
spit his mouthful back into the glass.
"Calm down, Malcolm, I'm just teasing."
He glared at me. Took another mouthful.
"Yep, there's no cream of coconut in there at all." I ducked as
pineapple slices flew toward my head.
I slowly lowered my fingertip toward his chest and Malcolm gasped when I brushed it lightly over a nipple. Encouraged, I brushed it once again, this time more firmly, watching as his mouth opened soundlessly and his body arched against my hand. Teasing him, I ran my finger over his other nipple and placed my wet mouth on the abandoned one. I sucked gently before starting to nibble the hard little nub as I rolled the other one between my fingers. All the while, he continued to gasp and moan.
I kept licking and nibbling his chest while my hand traveled down to his inner thigh, where I let it rest a minute. His muscles were tense and the occasional shiver ran through his body. I moved my hand up to cup his balls, and his hips lifted and pressed against me. I shifted so I was between his thighs and he could feel my breath on his eager cock. My fingers played at the line of hair just above it. And although I came close, I never quite touched his throbbing shaft. Malcolm thrust his hips up slightly and his cock bobbed against my hand.
"Patience, patience," I chided him. I dipped my head lower and bit him lightly just above his hipbone. Malcolm's groan was low and tortured as I slid my hand slowly down his thigh, then brought it up below his sac, just barely touching him with the back of my fingers.
"Ahhh, Trip," he groaned, writhing a bit desperately. It was the closest he'd come to begging, and it was good enough. I grasped his cock in my fist and began to lightly pump it up and down. Looking up at his face, I found him staring down at me with dark, lust-filled eyes.
"Do you like that, baby?" I asked. Malcolm nodded, ran his hand through my hair and grabbed a handful, pulling me up to his mouth. His kiss was anything but gentle. His teeth scraped against mine, his tongue thrust between my lips. I moaned as he ground his erection into mine and his mouth swallowed the sound. I broke away and slid down his body, eagerly kissing, licking and sucking as I went. By the time I reached his cock again, I could hardly wait to get it into my mouth.
I started slowly, just tasting, licking gently around the head. I sucked just the glans into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it. I knew he was watching, so I made deliberate eye contact as I slowly swallowed his whole cock in one long downward stroke, caressing it with my tongue as I pulled back slowly. When I reached the head, I teased it with my tongue again before repeating the process. Then I fluttered my tongue across the slit. Malcolm's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerked up off the bed and he let loose a series of long, guttural curses. I felt quite pleased with myself and made a mental note to thank Hoshi. There's definitely a reason we make all those linguist jokes.
I worked my way down to his balls and took one in my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue. Malcolm's breath hissed through his teeth as I gave the other the same attention. By the time I'd worked my way back up to the head, his dick was like smooth, hot steel. I took his entire length in my mouth again and sighed with pleasure. With his hands lightly threaded through my hair, Malcolm lay still and allowed me to develop my own rhythm.
I held the base of his shaft with one hand and pumped my mouth up and down a few times. I released my lip pressure and swallowed his whole shaft again, closing my lips firmly around the base. Then, sucking hard, I drew back until the head almost popped out. At the top, I again released my suction and quickly clamped on down at the base again, suctioning my way back up once more. It didn't take much of that before his slow moans changed to ragged breaths, and his loose grip of my hair became a bit more taut, especially when I occasionally repeated that flutter move.
Malcolm's hips were undulating in rhythm with the continued steady movement of my mouth when I reached down and gently massaged his balls. I pressed a slickened fingertip against the tender area beneath them, stroking briefly before sliding it toward his asshole. Malcolm began to whimper, panting rapidly, and I felt his cock swell in my mouth, signaling that he was close to coming. I pressed my finger against his anus and began to rub firmly.
I started sliding his cock all the way into my mouth, preparing for the inevitable. As my lips closed around the base of his shaft, I gently pressed my finger inside him as deep as it would go and sucked hard. Malcolm gave a thunderous growl, arched up, and sent what felt like a gallon of cum shooting down my throat. After his first spurt, I slid my mouth back up to the head and squeezed with my lips every few seconds while he continued moaning and shuddering in ecstasy. I swallowed eagerly, but a dribble escaped and ran down my chin. Once Malcolm was finished convulsing, I sat up and very deliberately licked it all off.
"You're amazing, love, do you know that?" I said, smiling just a little smugly at him. Malcolm sprawled bonelessly on the bed, unable to do more than gasp for breath. He gave me a dreamy smile and petted my head as I cuddled up to him. We lay like that for quite awhile, stroking, kissing and nibbling, until Malcolm recovered his senses.
"That was bloody fucking brilliant! You deserve a special reward for that, I think."
I quivered in anticipation, remembering previous special rewards. Malcolm looked lovingly into my eyes for a long moment; his hand caressing my cheek, before getting up to rummage in a drawer. He gave me a mischievous smirk as he pulled out some scarves and returned to the bed. He tied one end to my wrist and the other to the bedframe, then repeated the process on my other arm.
"This okay, love?" he asked. I stared up at Malcolm for a second, then smiled and nodded. As I tested the bonds, he leaned over my naked chest and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I may have actually squealed with delight, but hey, he surprised me. He duplicated his actions on my other nipple, suckling them until they were hard and pebbled. Then he worked his way down my stomach, biting and licking as he went, until he reached my already bobbing erection.
Not being able to touch him or even move around much was more of a turn on than I'd expected. The touch of Malcolm's fingers against my shaft made me shiver all over. Then he lowered his head and began licking just the tip of my cock. After a few strokes he took the entire head of my cock in his mouth and began sucking me. I was in a blissful haze when he released me and smiled, licking his lips. He surprised me by reaching up and untying one of my wrists, then pushing me carefully over onto my stomach. As he positioned a pillow under my hips, I moaned and wiggled my ass in anticipation. I felt a sharp smack on my upturned bottom.
"Hey!" I yelled, twisting my head around to look at him. Malcolm had an odd look on his face. He stared directly into my eyes as he raised his hand and deliberately whacked me again, harder this time. My eyes widened, and an involuntary moan came from my throat as I felt my cock twitch. One side of Malcolm's mouth quirked up as we stared at each other, and I trembled at the sudden intensity of his gaze. I held the stare for another second, then made my decision. I closed my eyes and dropped my face to the bed.
"Oh God, Malcolm, do it. Spank me." I missed seeing the look of awe on his face as he put his hand on my ass and stroked me gently, but I could hear it in his voice.
"Trip. Are you sure?"
I wiggled my ass again. "Yes, I'm sure, love. I trust you, Malcolm. Do it. Now." I didn't recognize my own voice.
"Trip. I love you." Malcolm's voice sounded odd, too. And then he stopped hesitating. His hand smacked down on my ass repeatedly, landing alternately on each side. I brought my free hand back up and wrapped the scarf around it, holding on tightly. A dozen or so smacks later and my backside was really heating up. I could only imagine how red my ass was getting. The slaps were harder now and I squirmed at the sting. My cock felt harder than it had ever been, and every time Malcolm spanked me; it drove me into the pillow with delicious friction. I was moaning and groaning up a storm and I could hear Malcolm panting loudly above me.
"Oh God," he groaned. His hand smoothed lightly over my burning ass and I felt cool lips kiss my abused flesh. I heard a small noise and smelled something sweet and fruity; then I felt something cold being smeared on my asshole. The pineapple lube. I'd completely forgotten about it. I shuddered in anticipation as I felt him kneel behind me and line up his cock with my anus.
"Oh, shit. Yes. Please. Fuck me. Now. Fuck me hard, Malcolm." I felt him starting to press slowly inside me. I was done with this gentle shit, so I lunged backward as much as my bound arms would allow and howled in pleasured pain as his cock slid all the way inside me, his hips bumping my burning asscheeks.
"Holy Christ, Trip!" Malcolm shouted, as he dropped onto my back and wrapped his arms around my chest, his cock throbbing inside me. I started thrusting backwards onto him, mumbling "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," under my breath in rhythm with my movements. I heard him curse again, not as loud, and he began meeting my thrusts with his own until we were slamming hard into each other.
Neither of us was even on the ship at this point; we were out of our minds with passion. Growling, grasping, shouting; Malcolm pounded into me like a wild man. He spanked me again, hard. It was too much, and I screamed as I came and came and came, convulsing on the bed beneath him. Malcolm pounded into me twice more then he froze, and I felt his body jerking violently as he orgasmed, fingers biting harshly into my hips as he threw his head back and howled my name. I felt his limp body land heavily on mine as we both faded out.
"Yes." Small silence. "Trip. Are you okay with... I didn't hurt you, did I?" Malcolm tucked his nose into my throat and burrowed into my side a little further. I could tell he was seriously worried about my response.
"Not a bit." I heard him snort into my neck. "Well, okay, but it was a good hurt, ya know? Tell you the truth, love, while it's not something I probably woulda suggested doing; I wouldn't mind trying that again sometime." I knew I was blushing, and I was glad he couldn't see my face. "Pushed some buttons I didn't know I had."
Malcolm was quiet for a bit, taking in my confession. Then he shifted so that he was propped up on my chest, staring down into my face. He rested his chin on one hand and began stroking my face and neck with the other, a tender expression on his face. He knows I love it when he pets me like that, and I leaned into his caressing hand, wishing I could purr, I felt so content.
"So the "Naughty Cabana Boy" scenario is a keeper, then?" Malcolm's quiet voice interrupted my trance.
"Oh, yeah!" I beamed up at him.
"I, uh, have a few buttons of my own. If you're interested." Oh lord, he's just adorable with that shy look on his face.
"Oh, I'm more than interested. I'll press whatever you want me to, love." I pulled him in for a kiss.
"Mmmm. I don't deserve you. And next time, I get to be the cabana boy."
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