Beta reader(s): Thanks shakespearespot (and RB, the *real* one), the dynamic duo. I decided to just go with it, couple of small revisions.

The Captain once said that Trip is a man of action, not words. Action is a positive thing. It's my job to anticipate actions; however when I try to anticipate how Trip would react should I tell him just exactly what it is I want from him, I fail. It's frightening. What's even more frightening is the thought that if he did want me, it would just be for something temporary, until someone better comes along. I don't want to be just a quick fuck, I want to be the one who captures his heart. As he has done with mine.

I sigh and pick up my cup to take another sip of my tea. It's cold now, and I make a face as I swallow it quickly and thunk the cup back down on my tray. He's still here, sitting at another table with some of his engineering crew. I can't explain how I just know when he's near. My own internal Trip alert.

I look up unexpectedly and catch him staring at me as if I were the last piece of pecan pie at a Tucker family picnic. My inner devil gets the better of me. I wink at him, glide my tongue over my bottom lip and give him my best sultry smile. The one Hoshi says could melt duranium. Judging by his reaction, she may be on to something.

He spits the mouthful of food he's chewing across the table, drops his fork and manages to knock over his drink as well as that of the ensign sitting beside him. I take advantage of the distraction provided by the ensuing chaos to make my escape. I get as far as the lift door before he catches up to me.

"Malcolm?"

"Trip?" I mimic his confused tone.

Then the lift arrives, and we both get on. Trip is staring at me as though he's never seen me before. Perhaps he hasn't. Perhaps he should.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I push him back against the wall and grab his wrists as he brings his arms up. I push his hands up beside his head and press my torso against his, holding him in place. I tilt my head and capture his lips with mine. He opens his mouth to speak but I silence him with the firm pressure of my lips and my tongue as I explore the warmth now opened up to me. His sweetness draws me in and makes me feel dizzy. I begin to rub myself against him as I continue to plunder his mouth, not terribly surprised to feel his tongue start dueling with mine and his hardness pressing back against my own. Before I can completely lose control, the lift chimes to signal the opening of the lift doors and I tear myself away from a dazed, aroused and utterly shocked Trip Tucker.

The doors open on a thankfully empty corridor. I step out of the lift and start off toward my quarters. Trip follows, once he has shaken some of his brains back into place and convinced his legs to hold him up. He catches up to me as I stop outside my quarters to enter my door code.

"What the hell was that, Malcolm?" He sounds confused, excited, out of control.

"I suddenly wondered what you would taste like and how you would feel pressed up against me." I hit him with the smile again. "I guess I just decided it was time to find out." I lean over and pull his head down to mine. He doesn't resist. Slowly, carefully, I place my lips against his again. They part slightly and his tongue comes out to gently caress mine. I feel his hand on my lower back, sliding down to my ass. I tell myself that it can't get any better than this. I realize later that I am wonderfully mistaken.

My own judgment is becoming impaired, but I realize necking with Trip in the corridor outside my quarters is not the best idea. I finally key in my code, open the door and hustle us both inside. Trip leans back against the wall beside the door, panting a little, watching me. Waiting. My eyes are half-closed, focused on Trip's mouth. I lick him, then suck his lower lip into my mouth and put a little pressure on it with my teeth. I nibble my way along his jaw to his ear and suck his earlobe into my mouth briefly before pulling back to look at him.

I run my hand over the side of his face, cupping his cheek in my palm. "Trip?"

"Yeah?" He sounds out of breath and his eyes are dark with arousal.

"What do you want? Do you want this? Do you want me?" I have to ask, make certain he knows what he's doing.

"Oh gawd, Malcolm, I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. You're so gorgeous. Sexy. Dangerous." He punctuates his words with kisses, then grabs my ass in both hands and grinds our pelvises together. It's delicious and I'm in heaven.

"I've never felt like this about a guy, hell anyone, before... oh fuck, do that again... but I want to make love with you. I need you Malcolm. I want you to take me... show me... put that damned sexy smirk of yours on my face. Oh shit..." I start to play with his erection through his uniform during his little speech, rubbing and stroking, eventually gripping his balls gently in my hand.

"Oh Trip, what you do to me," I whisper as I slide my hands around the back of his neck, working my fingers into his soft golden hair as I cover his mouth firmly with my own. He moans as I increase the pressure slightly. The kiss deepens, our tongues dancing together, tasting each other. Trip gives another soft moan and begins to writhe in my arms. Everything is Trip. His scent, his taste. The warmth of his body against mine. I feel like we are trying to devour one another with our mouths as we kiss.

I grab his uniform zipper and nearly rip it off in my zeal to undress my prize. I push the fabric off his shoulders and then down his hips, holding him steady as he kicks off first his boots then his coverall. I make short work of his shirt and finally peel his briefs off, letting them fall to his feet and be kicked to the side. I take my first look at his exposed body. He's magnificent.

"Fabulous," I murmur in his ear as I slither my tongue from his ear to his mouth. We share some more soulful, tongue-filled kisses before I break away and lick my way down the side of his neck to find one of his nipples. I take it between my lips and suck hard, feeling the sharp point against my tongue. I trail my tongue further down his solidly muscled body, over his taut stomach, stopping to dip into his navel on the way.

I sink to my knees and reach out with both hands to cup his penis as if it were a pagan idol, wrapping my fingers around the pale shaft until only the purple head pokes through. My grip is firm, teasing, and I feel Trip swell larger. Then, after a moment, I lean forward, my lips at first cupping only the head, to savor his taste. My mouth sucks onto him, and he pulses like a thing alive, twitching and throbbing as my tongue swirls in lazy circles.

"Holy shit," Trip gasps. I rock forward on my knees, pushing my mouth along him, as a python slowly engulfs its prey. Trip holds himself still, letting me take him down my throat, though his knees begin to spasm and his thighs tremble. Trip's cock stiffens again, surging harder and larger as it draws forth what must be all the blood in his body. I'd heard comments before on the size of Trip's organ and while it is truly impressive, I am unfazed. I draw back slowly, my eyes fixing a playful stare on him as I pull off his erection, my lower lip trailing a long string of pre-cum. I smile hungrily and scoop it into my mouth.

"Oh, god," Trip moans, as my warm breath tickles his cock. I smile and then in a single smooth motion, I duck my head and pop Trip's balls into my mouth, one at a time. He jumps and lets out a shout. Meanwhile, my hand gently holds his shaft, my fingers lightly stroking up and down, up and down, in a slow but insatiable rhythm. I feel Trip's hair tickle me in a place where no one has ever touched him, where he has never even thought of being touched. But my tongue knows things he does not and it circles his anus three times, moving ever closer, before dipping ever so slightly in.

Trip whimpers, his legs lock and his stomach goes rigid as his cock surges again. In a flash, I have my mouth on him again, hot and wet, swirling and licking. Trip grunts and pushes his hips forward. "I'm close, Mal," he gasps.

He is already leaking pre-cum copiously and I make appreciative swallowing noises as I down it. I feel the surge begin, like a tidal wave bursting from his loins. Then I do something he's not expecting. One hand works Trip's shaft while my other tackles an area somewhere aft of his balls but forward of his still-tingling anus. Trip's excitement escalates, but he has not--can not--come. I pull away, fixing him with a knowing and unmistakably naughty look. My lips glisten and the knowledge that his own juices coat them make Trip groan.

Trip takes my hand and pulls me over by the bed where he starts undoing my uniform. At this point, my cock is harder than it has ever been, and I think I might explode right here and now. I take a deep breath to regain my composure. He finishes unfastening me, pulls my coverall down, my shirt off and plants a big wet kiss on my lips. Barely able to control my own excitement, I reach for his ass and grab his cheeks tightly, pulling him snug to my hips. Trip runs his fingers over my nipples as our embrace deepens into a full lip- lock. We're giving each other some serious tongue and getting very steamed up. Trip finally breaks the embrace and helps me take off my boots. As I step out of the rest of my clothes, he pulls my substantial erection free and places it so that it presses against his own hard cock as we embrace again. We kiss some more until I think we will run out of air. I continue to massage his ass and lock one of my hands around the back of his neck. By moving up and down on my toes, I rub against his erection in a way that makes us both even hotter.

Taking my cock firmly in his hand, he uses it to pull me over to the side of the bed and then sits down with me in front of him, admiring the full salute he gets from my dick. I can't resist running my hand over his furry chest, teasing at his nipples. As I play with him, Trip focuses on my cock, wrapping his fingers around it and sliding them up to the tip and then back down to the bottom. His other hand grabs my balls, his fingers pressing gently on the flesh behind them.

I can't wait any longer. I push him back onto the bed and roll him gently over onto his stomach, taking a moment to just enjoy looking at him. His ass cheeks rise in a nice gentle arc and they are fleshy but well-muscled. Very gently, I run my fingers down the crevice between his cheeks to reveal the small crimped ring. Trip's entire luscious body seems to tremble and its clear to me that this is a major erogenous zone for him. Kneeling between his legs, I admire the way the small of his back recesses and then meets the muscles that form his ass.

"Beautiful," I whisper. "Mine."

Massaging his lower back at first, I work my hands back down to his cheeks. As I push down firmly and let my thumbs slide along the equator that divides the two half-moons, I can hear Trip whimpering into the pillow. Unable to resist, I bend over and lap at the smooth skin of his ass with my tongue. Then I focus exclusively on the long crevice, from the top of his ass down to the snug ring of his anus. When I begin to circle his opening with my tongue, I hear an odd hissing noise that turns out to be Trip repeatedly whispering the words "yes, yes, yes."

Emboldened, I work a finger inside him. This prompts him to get up on his knees and pick up the lubricant lying on the night stand. Turning to hand me the small container, he flashes me a smile, then puts his head down on the bed while remaining up on his knees. The invitation is unmistakable and I waste no time squirting the lubricant on my fingers. With the aid of the lube, I soon have my middle finger inserted as far it will go inside his warm tight channel. Pulling it out slowly and then plunging it back in makes Trip start to moan.

"Oh gawd, please, fuck me. More. Do it. Now." I step up the pace by adding a second and then a third finger alongside the first. Trip groans loudly as I stretch him, pushing back on my fingers. When I decide that his muscles are relaxed enough, I remove my fingers and liberally apply lubricant to my cock. I squirt some more directly on the tip and then place it against Trip's small opening. I carefully push the head against him until it forces its way in and begins to disappear inside him.

Trip is moaning and cursing softly in a continuous undertone and makes it clear that he is enjoying himself by pushing back towards my cock with his ass. He wants more of me inside him and is taking matters into his own hands. Looking down and watching his splendid ass swallow my erection is a spectacular sight. Using his strong upper leg muscles, Trip backs his butt up and then pulls it forward, creating a gentle piston motion in which each stroke impales him even deeper. This sets fire to every nerve ending on my cock. After a few minutes, Trip picks up the pace and force of the strokes to the point where I know my own orgasm is imminent.

"I can't hold back much longer," I whisper to him.

"Then don't," he growls. "Fuck me. Hard. Come inside me. I want to feel you."

Grabbing hold of his hips, I slam my cock as deep as it will go, my thighs and his ass slapping together repeatedly. I reach around and stroke his erection firmly. He cries out ecstatically with each stroke and when the dam finally bursts he just keeps wailing as I continue to slam my cock into his snug channel. I howl with pleasure as his ass clamps down on me and I do what he asked me to; come long and hard, deep inside his ass. Then we both collapse flat onto the bed and lay there, gasping, unable to move.

"That was fantastic," Trip says, snuggled up against me, after we've recovered some of our senses. "Can we do it again?"

"God help me," I groan and bury my face in his neck.

Trip is running a hand over my back, stroking me gently. It feels just perfect, and I sigh in pleasure, burrowing into his side.

"Malcolm?"

"Hmmm?"

He takes a breath, then hesitates. His hand stalls on my back. Uh- oh. I feel myself tense up and I bite my lip in fearful anticipation. Another deep breath. Another hesitation. I realize I am holding my breath, too.

"Do you want to keep seeing me, Malcolm? Or is this it?" The words come out in a rush. I feel the tension in his body.

I understand now. He is afraid, too. Afraid that I have gotten what I wanted from him. Afraid of being rejected, replaced. I am suddenly giddy with relief and bring my head up so I can see his face, look into his eyes. I need him to know.

"This isn't a one night stand, Trip, if that's what you're asking." I pause. "I've never felt so... in sync with anyone before." He's starting to smile at me, and I throw caution to the wind. "I love you. I have for a long time."

"Oh Jesus, Malcolm, to hear you say that." Trip's face is radiant with joy. "I love you, too." He kisses me hard, pushing me back into the mattress, running his hands over me. "We can make this work." It wasn't a question.

"Absolutely," I assure him.

"Later," he says, pressing his hips into mine and sliding his hand down to find my recovering erection.

Oh yes, action man indeed.

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