Spoilers: Minefield, Dead Stop

Trip then stepped out of the bathroom, and Malcolm’s eyes threatened to leap from his head. His lover was stark naked and had Mehendi designs running up from his feet to his waist. Unless Malcolm was very much mistaken, the patterns were drawn on the golden skin in dark chocolate sauce.

“Hey, lover,” Trip crooned, “why don’cha get outta that nasty uniform an’ let me pamper you a bit?”

“Trip??”

“That’s my name.”

“What’s going on?”

“I was hopin’ t’ help you relax a bit, lover. Maybe cheer you up a bit, too. You’ve been kinda down lately.”

Trip reached out and grasped the zipper of Malcolm’s uniform, pulling it down. A tug to the sleeves let the jumpsuit fall to the floor. No protest was forthcoming, so Trip continued disrobing the other man.

Once Malcolm was nude, he gently steered the Brit over to the bed, encouraging him down onto his stomach. He dipped his fingers into the dish of warm oil and began kneading his lover’s shoulders. The muscles were tense and knotted. Trip wondered that Malcolm wasn’t screaming in pain because of it.

When the muscles finally started to loosen up a bit, Trip trailed his oily hands down Malcolm’s back. He kneaded at his buttocks for a bit, leaning down to nip gently at one cheek when he was through. This elicited a startled yelp from Malcolm, who lifted his head and fixed Trip with a heated gaze.

Trip let himself be caught in the smoky blue eyes of his lover for a moment, marvelling at the man’s ability to send his pulse skyrocketing with only a look. He broke the connection with a demure lowering of his lashes, giving Malcolm what he hoped was a seductive little smile.

“How about dessert now, honey?” Trip punctuated the question by setting his left foot on the edge of the bed near Malcolm’s face. The pressure of the man’s gaze travelling up his decorated leg made Trip shiver in anticipation. This was going to be fun.

“Ahh... my favourite, chocolate covered Tucker.” Malcolm’s tongue swiped across the inside of Trip’s calf, and the man stood, driving the engineer back a few paces with well placed nips. Once Trip was where he wanted him, Malcolm sunk to the floor and proceeded to lick the chocolate designs from the blonde’s feet.

It was all Trip could do to stand still for his lover. Ever the perfectionist, Malcolm was tracing the designs with his tongue to remove the chocolate, and the dance of the wet muscle across his flesh was driving Trip wild. Breath coming in gasps, he was so hard it hurt. He wanted desperately to drop to his knees as well and rub himself against Malcolm’s hard body, but he stayed where he was, waiting for Malcolm to tell him what to do next.

Becoming impatient himself, Malcolm stopped trying to remove the chocolate from both of Trip’s legs, concentrating instead on licking it from the inside of only one. He reached his goal much quicker this way, tongue flicking out to tease at Trip’s balls and asshole. The breathy moans and gasps coming from the blonde made his cock twitch, and he sat back on his heels.

“Trip, come down here.”

The command was harsh, thick, as if it’d had to work to force its way from Malcolm’s throat. Trip found it tremendously exciting.

Positioning himself carefully over his lover, Trip squatted down. One hand cupping Malcolm’s cheek, he used the other to guide his lover’s priapic member into himself. It took a bit of work, but the head of Malcolm’s shaft finally popped through Trip’s ring, and the engineer continued to lower himself. There was a slight burning sensation as he impaled himself on his lover, owing to the fact that he hadn’t been stretched out, nor Malcolm lubricated with more then the residual oil on his hands, but he was more than ready, and the slight pain only served to heighten his pleasure at being filled.

Now Malcolm was breathing hard as well, and he leaned back, supporting his weight with his arms. With Trip surrounding him fully, he started to thrust upward into the close warmth. He was stopped by the tightening of Trip’s muscles around him and a gentle swat to his shoulder.

“Now, now, darlin’, stop that. It’s my turn to do a little work. You j’st lay back an’ relax.”

Malcolm did as he was told, straightening his legs out to keep them from falling asleep. The muscles in Trip’s legs rippled, and he brought himself up a few inches before slowly lowering back down. Head thrown back, Malcolm groaned in pleasure, and Trip leaned forward to nip at the exposed neck. The movement pulled another moan from the Englishman’s throat, and Trip grinned at the sound.

Up and down, up and down. Trip kept on as he’d begun, Malcolm twitching beneath him with aborted thrusts. Finally, his legs began to protest the workout they were being given, and he sat in Malcolm’s lap, thrusting down, driving Malcolm’s cock deeper into his body.

“You c’n move now, if’n y’ want.”

Malcolm took him up on his offer, thrusting up in counter-point to his own movements, driving deeper still. Trip shifted so that Malcolm would stimulate his prostate. The pleasure was almost unbearable. He rode it like a wave until the touch of Malcolm’s hand on his own neglected cock sent him crashing down into orgasm. He was only vaguely aware of Malcolm having come with him as he slumped forward, the room going grey.

“Guh ... huh? Chocolate ... whaa? Oh yeah.” Trip pried an eye open to look at his lover. “Sorry, must’ve blacked out there for a min’t.”

“Must have.”

Malcolm looked amused. Sexy as hell, too, with his hair all dishevelled, but that was pretty normal for him after sex. The smudge of chocolate on his nose wasn’t, but Trip didn’t complain, he just licked it off. This prompted a laugh, and Trip was happy to see that Malcolm not only looked amused, but more relaxed than he had in a while as well. An experimental caressing of the man’s shoulders revealed much looser muscles, confirming the man’s relaxed state.

“Didja like that, Mal?”

“Mmmhmm... Very much so. Where did you come up with that idea?”

Trip smiled and reached up to play with a dark lock of hair falling over Malcolm’s forehead. “Your sister.”

“My what?!” Sapphire eyes were wide with shock, and his mouth hung open slightly. It took all of Trip’s self control not to laugh at his lover right then.

“Your. Sister.”

“My baby sister?”

“Yup.”

“My baby sister thought up ... this?” Malcolm waved a hand around, encompassing the altered room and themselves.

“Yup. Pretty good, ain’t she? I reckon she could write up one o’ them erotic games for lovers, if she put her mind to it. Should I suggest it? Bet she’d send us a free copy.”

“What?”

“Or not. J’st a thought.”

“My baby sister?”

Malcolm was definitely stuck on a groove. Time to distract him.

“How about a shower, honey? Get the rest of this offa me before I wreck any furniture. I’ll give you another massage afterward...” Trip let the offer dangle as he stood. He reached down to pull Malcolm up, hiding a smirk at the man’s distracted air.

One arm wrapped around Malcolm’s waist, he guided him toward the bathroom. Time to clean the both of them up and then give the lieutenant a proper backrub. With any luck, Malcolm would be over his shock by then, and they could find another use or two for the massage oil.