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Shuttlepod One	By : TwinOfDoom Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 2105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Enterprise and all characters, treknology and settings belong to their rightful owners. I am not making any money off the writing of this story. Just having fun.

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Ignoring all attempts from passing shipmates to engage him in conversation, Malcolm had almost reached the hangar deck, where he believed Trip to be making repairs to the pod, when he recalled Archer's remark about Trip's desire for fresh clothes. He changed direction and headed instead for the crew quarters. He had been to Trip's cabin before, to deliver a status report or suggest the duty roster for his security personnel, but this would be his first social call there, and despite their recent intimacy (or maybe because of it), he felt decidedly uneasy about it. Before he could talk himself out of going through with it, however, Malcolm reached Trip's door and pressed the bell button.
There was a short pause, before he heard the commander's voice over the intercom: "Come in!" The door slid open and Malcolm stepped into a cabin that was almost identical to his own. The same narrow bunk, the same desk with the computer interface. He looked around, but couldn't find the occupant. Wanting to make his presence known, Malcolm knocked on the desktop. "Commander?" Somehow he didn't feel justified in using Trip's nickname in the current situation.
Hardly more than a moment passed before the blond man's head appeared in the doorway leading to the bathroom. Steam wafted out all around him, blurring the contours of his body. "Be right with you, Malcolm. Just give me a second to dry off."
Malcolm swallowed against his suddenly desert-dry mouth and gave a quick nod. Trip's head disappeared again, only to return an instant later with the rest of his body, wearing nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his slim waist. His body still glistened wetly, droplets of water clinging to his face and shoulders. He smiled readily when he greeted the lieutenant, thankfully neglecting to comment on the way the Englishman's face had flushed crimson with embarrassment. "What's up?" he asked instead, picking up a clean undershirt and pulling it over his head.
Malcolm watched the dishevelled head rise from the neck of that shirt and was suddenly vividly reminded of the other day in the shuttle, when he himself had reasoned that it would all be alright, since neither of them was attracted to the other. At the moment that was decidedly untrue.
"Malcolm," Trip was saying, head cocked in a mix of concern and impatience. "Did you want to talk about anything in particular?"
Malcolm wasn't really sure why, but anger was bubbling up rapidly from beneath the surface. He did his best to keep it out of his voice, but there was still an underlying aggressiveness to his words. "Respectfully, Sir, I think you know exactly what I want to talk about." He noticed a slight shift in the commander's attitude. The man had been rubbing at his hair with a second towel, but at Malcolm's words, he lowered it, wadding it up between his hands, while he studied his friend's face. "Fair enough," Trip said after a moment, tossing the towel aside with practiced ease, "let's talk about that."
With that, the engineer leaned against his desk, crossing his magnificent arms across his equally breathtaking chest. The look on his face made it clear that he was not going to be the first to talk.
Still angry, Malcolm cleared his throat, brushed his fingers against his nose - a nervous habit - and mirrored Trip's posture. For a few minutes, he just stood there, gazing at his shoes that were in need of polishing. The way his hands rested on his biceps provided some security, and eventually, he lifted his eyes to lock with Trip's.
"We kissed," he stated hesitantly. Trip opened his mouth to add something, crooked grin already tugging at the corners of his mouth, but Malcolm silenced him with a look.
"We kissed," he repeated, "and we ... wanked each other, for want of better word. Don't try to interrupt me now; I'm trying to wrap my head around all of it. We said that it was okay and that we didn't have to do it again, and I came here to tell you just that, but here you are, prancing around in a towel and ..." he shrugged "... I don't think I want to not do it again ..." He stood there, eyes still fixed on the commander's, hardly daring to breathe. He hadn't meant to say anything like that, had only come here to refresh his memory and respectfully tell Trip to keep his mouth shut, but now that it was out, he was dying to hear the other man's response.
Another smile played around Trip's features, making him look slightly mischievous. But he also thought he saw a blush creep into his cheeks, giving him the appearance of a man who had just had a great workout. In spite of himself, Malcolm felt a jolt of arousal at the sight and was suddenly very eager to look anywhere else, as long as it meant a distraction from his superior's ridiculously hot body.
The silence between them was dragging on, but Malcolm refused to look back at Trip, lest he see something there that he didn't want to. When he couldn't take it anymore, he just rambled on: "What I mean is that even though the two of us aren't in any immediate danger that I know of, all I want to do right now is" he felt his face grow hotter than ever "snog you senseless ... which is strange, because I like girls, which you know. Of course. And are you going to say something?"
Without realising it, he had almost screamed that last part and was now panting slightly from the effort and from embarrassment. He still couldn't look at Trip, so it came as a tremendous surprise when he suddenly felt a strong hand on his cheek and hot lips pressed to his own. Malcolm threw himself into the kiss with an abandon that made him feel sorry for himself, but not for long. His hands found Trip's body almost on their own and immediately began to refamiliarise themselves with his anatomy, roaming the commander's heated skin and pulling him closer.
Trip made a happy sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp, his free hand resting at the small of Malcolm's back. As far as the tactical officer was concerned, this could go on forever.
Sadly, it didn't, for Trip broke the kiss with a sheepish chuckle, and held the other man at arm's length. "Whoops. That kinda got away from me. What I meant to say was that I like girls as well, which is why I bet this is just as confusing for me as it is for you." He turned away and sat down at his desk. "Which is why I think we should talk this over before we proceed one way or the other."
Trip's voice cut through the haze of lust that had engulfed Malcolm the second the kiss had started. Impressive. How could the commander be so matter-of-fact about this, while he - the elder of them - was reduced to a quaking mess of arousal at a single touch? In an effort to hide the evidence of said arousal, Malcolm nodded silently and settled down on Trip's bed. "Okay, let's talk."
Trip leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees. "The way I see it - and correct me if I'm wrong - neither of us has been in such a situation before, but I think it's fair to say that we both enjoyed it." Trip waited for Malcolm to nod, before he went on. "I guess what happened just now is evidence that our attraction was not limited to stress-relief. So it seems we can either ignore it and hope it goes away. Or ..." He glanced up at Malcolm with an expression that positively begged him not to take the first option. "Or we could ... explore the nature of this phenomenon." They both burst out laughing at that. Malcolm knew that they shouldn't make light of the situation, but it just felt so good to laugh with his friend and not talk about the confusing matter at hand for a second. He soon pulled himself together again, however, and cleared his throat. “Well, I’m all for exploring,” he replied, feeling really silly for going along with that analogy, though that was soon eclipsed by renewed excitement and apprehension about the commander’s reply. It was possible, Malcolm reminded himself, that he would remember that they were of different ranks and that relationships (if that was what they were discussing) like that were frowned upon at best, and choose to cease all fraternisation, although Malcolm faintly remembered reading about something relating to the same chain of command, essentially boiling down to the fact that sexual relations between the chief engineer and chief of security might not be considered fraternisation. Malcolm called himself to order. His thoughts were chaotic and he didn’t want to miss Trip’s reply. Or had he already given it? Trip had gotten up and was walking over to the bed. He looked nervous, but determined. Malcolm felt his guts turn to stone. He would say no and this stupid mistake would have ruined their new friendship. Why had he even come here at all? Of course Trip would not want to leave himself vulnerable to claims of coercion.
Malcolm started to get up, not prepared to stick around after the commander had decided against the experiment, but the taller man stopped him by sitting down right next to him and putting his hand on Malcolm’s thigh awkwardly. The lieutenant’s previously petrified innards began squirming in anticipation as he looked down at that hand.
Almost simultaneously, the two men cleared their throats and the combined trepidation hanging between them was once again shattered by their shared laughter. When they had calmed down somewhat, Malcolm realised with a little twinge of excitement that they had been gazing into each other’s eyes for some time now. Elated by the hilarity, Malcolm put his right hand on Trip’s back where it rested almost casually, before Malcolm couldn’t take it anymore. The younger man hardly had time to react when suddenly Malcolm was kissing him. This time there was no insecurity, no fear. There was only need, and that knowledge was enough to make them both groan with pleasure.
Malcolm had just pulled Trip on top of him and was starting to remove his undershirt, when the com buzzed. The commander growled in frustration, but pressed the button next to the bed.
“Tucker here!” It turned out to be one of the engineering crewmen, asking about that evening’s movie night. “I’ve downloaded ‘Dixon Hill and the Black Orchid’ from the database. Could you see to it that everything is set up in the mess hall? I’ll be right there.”
“Will do, Sir,” came the young crewman’s eager reply.
“Great. Tucker out!” Trip had barely released the intercom button, when he was already burying his face in Malcolm’s neck. “Damn! I totally forgot it was Tuesday!”
Malcolm took the opportunity to nibble on the other man’s ear. “Hm, maybe you don’t have to go. I mean, we did almost die. I’m off duty tonight ... They should give you the night off, as well.” Malcolm could tell that the commander was tempted. He started kissing Malcolm’s neck tenderly, causing him to pull Trip closer. At the very least, Trip would have to stay long enough to do something about the burning arousal he was deliberately thrusting at his belly. It seemed that he got the message, for while Malcolm was still wondering what had made him so brazen so swiftly, Trip zipped down the lieutenant’s uniform. It was soon discarded, along with their shirts, and finally – finally – skin met skin. Having just showered, Trip smelled incredible and Malcolm let his hands and lips roam freely, caressing and kissing every centimetre of skin he could reach. The commander closed his eyes and seemed to be completely lost in the sensations, until Malcolm became aware of the decidedly mischievous grin that was once again brightening Trip’s features, making his blue eyes sparkle irresistibly. He was just about to ask what that was about, when a sudden touch on his member made the breath catch in his throat. With a rush of excitement, he recalled that Trip hadn’t really done all that much to him in the shuttle. That had been all him. That realisation, while a bit confusing, made him push himself up on his elbows to capture the other man’s lips in another kiss, while Trip’s hand picked up his rhythm. Damn, he thought when Trip had him panting within seconds. If he kept this up, he wouldn’t last very long ... again. Malcolm resolved he’d have to work on that.
Suddenly, the commander broke the kiss, gave him another crooked smile, and began to kiss his neck, chest, all the way down to the waistband of his briefs, which he pushed down slowly. Malcolm almost forgot to breathe. This morning – had it been the same day? – kissing each other had still been so strange that they had hardly taken it any further, and now Trip was actually about to ...
The contact was so thrilling that Malcolm had to pull all the stops to avoid exploding on the spot. Eyes screwed shut, head thrown back, and hands clenched tight, it took him a few moments to be able to enjoy the wonderfully new experience of being given head by his superior officer. But finally, he managed to control himself enough to run a hand through Trip’s hair, open his eyes, and chance a look down. What he saw there, however, immediately undid him. The sight of Trip’s incredibly blue eyes looking up at him while he licked and pumped his cock was probably the single most powerfully erotic image he had ever seen. And when Trip gave him a smile and flicked out his tongue playfully, Malcolm couldn’t do one thing to keep from screaming out his release in an incoherent string of profanities. Trip let him ride out his climax to the very last, stretching out next to him on the narrow bunk, an impossibly wide grin on his face.
When Malcolm’s breathing had returned to normal, Trip propped himself up on one arm and studied his subordinate with a curiosity that was slightly unsettling. It looked like he was plotting something.
“My, my!” he drawled, reaching over to smooth Malcolm’s hair. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t you? All that British reserve went right out the airlock!”
Mortified, Malcolm rolled out from next to him and got up. He didn’t have to lie there and take this ridicule. He got dressed and was about to leave, when Trip grabbed his arm. “Whoa, hey! What did I say?”
Malcolm shook him off. He didn’t feel like getting into it now, though, so he forced a smile. “Nothing. I just have to shower and change before movie night.”
It came out at least somewhat convincing, for Trip nodded. “Right. See you then.”
Malcolm was already in the doorway when he turned around and indicated and area on his own cheek. “You should freshen up, too. You’ve got a little something right there.”
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