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Shuttlepod One	By : TwinOfDoom Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 2105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Malcolm had never been particularly fond of the Dixon Hill films. He had watched some of them when he was younger, and he thought they lost most of their appeal once you were aware of the plot.
Nonetheless, he made his way to the mess hall on E Deck right after his shower, padd in hand. Maybe he could at least get that report done while he was there. Usually, these things came easily, but with this report, there were some things that were undoubtedly out of place in a document that would be subject to many readings by many different pairs of eyes, including those of Captain Archer, Admiral Forrest, and an officer assigned to evaluate the captain’s command decisions.
Also, there were still some things that he had no memory of and maybe Trip could fill him in. Malcolm counted on the presence of other personnel to dissuade them from getting off-topic the way they had earlier that evening. Malcolm was still feeling a little betrayed by the way Trip had behaved, but he was willing to ignore that in order to get some answers.
“Hey, Lieutenant,” came a voice from behind him. Malcolm spun around to find himself face-to-face with Captain Archer. “Going in to catch the movie? I hear Trip picked a good one tonight.”
Clearing his throat, Malcolm nodded. “Dixon Hill, Sir. It’s a decent film, but I remember who’s behind it all in the end.”
The captain laughed, clapping Malcolm on the shoulder as they continued their walk towards the mess hall. “Well, I guess we can count ourselves lucky that you decided to show up anyway. In your place I would probably opt for a quiet night in with Porthos.”
“Quite right, Sir. To be honest, though, I think I’ve had a little too much alone time this past fortnight. In any case, I brought some work.” Malcolm held up the padd that was still quite empty except for the headline and the purpose of their away mission.
“Your report?” asked the captain, indicating the piece of technology. “I must admit I’m very eager to read it. Microsingularities aren’t really something you encounter every day.”
Malcolm gave a non-committal laugh, but was spared having to answer by their arrival at the mess hall. Captain Archer gave his shoulder another squeeze and then went off to greet Dr. Phlox.
Malcolm let his eyes rove over the people already gathered in the room, and quickly discovered the blond commander standing next to the food display case. He appeared to be talking to Hoshi while they were both picking up bowls of popcorn.
Hesitating for a second to make sure he had his expression under control, Malcolm made his way over to the two other officers, greeting them with a smile. Hoshi beamed at him, handing him one of her bowls so she was free to pick up new ones. “Hey, back from your brush with death?” she joked, nudging him slightly with her elbow. “How was it?”
He forced himself to laugh briefly. “I’ll let you know in about two hours,” he jested, and then turned to Trip. “Speaking of the away mission, could I have a quick word with you? I feel like I missed some things on my report.”
Trip looked at him quizzically, but nodded. “If you’ll excuse us, Hoshi.”
She nodded and went off to distribute the bowls and find a seat.
Once she was gone, Trip turned to face Malcolm, an expectant look on his face. “You wanted to ask something?” It sounded a bit cold.
Malcolm handed him the padd. “The captain asked me to write the report on our away mission, but I can’t seem to recall most of what happened after we got that transmission. I thought maybe you’d be able to help.”
Trip shook his head. “I know as much as you do. My guess is that we passed out.”
“I thought about writing that, but it just sounds so unprofessional to include speculation in an official document.”
The commander shrugged. “What else would you do? It’s going to be almost impossible to find out what happened, unless you happened to install a surveillance camera on board the pod that I’m not aware of. I’d say guessing is your best shot here.” He turned away from the crowd slightly to hide his expression as he asked his next question. “Are you alright, Malcolm? You seemed a bit rattled earlier.”
Looking over his shoulder to check that no one was within earshot, Malcolm passed a hand over his mouth to calm himself. “If you must know, I didn’t appreciate being mocked by you.”
“I did WHAT?” Trip looked at him in disbelief, seemingly oblivious of the volume of his voice. Malcolm was uncomfortably aware that many of the room’s occupants had turned in their direction, including Captain Archer. Fortunately, though, they quickly went back to their own conversations when they had satisfied themselves that the situation would not turn violent. An incredulous laugh issued from Trip’s lips. Then he went on in a slightly more appropriate manner. “I’m sorry, but when did I mock you?”
Lowering his voice even further, Malcolm explained. “Earlier this evening, when we were in your quarters. You said something about me, right after my ... after I ...” He just couldn’t bring himself to say ‘climax’ or ‘came’. His cheeks were already burning anyway, but Trip seemed to catch his drift, and when comprehension dawned on his features, it brought with it a soft laugh and smile that made Malcolm a little madder, even as his heart skipped a beat at the sight.
“Oh, that!” Trip exclaimed quietly. “I’m afraid you totally misunderstood that in your weird British sense of pride. I thought I was giving you a compliment.”
He had been about to ask why his ancestry had to come up in almost all conversations they had, when Trip’s revelation gave him pause. “A compliment?”
The grin on the commander’s face was full-fledged now. “I thought it was obvious. The way you let yourself go in that moment ...” Trip leaned over to whisper in Malcolm’s ear. “It was incredibly hot.”
With that, Trip gathered his popcorn bowls in his arms and went to get movie night underway, leaving Malcolm struggling to regain his composure. When he was reasonably sure that he had banished the flush from his cheeks and closed his mouth, he found a seat for himself in the last row and settled down with his bowl and padd.
Captain Archer was just welcoming everyone and presenting an outline of the film. Malcolm pretended to be listening, but actually he was reliving the scene in Trip’s quarters. He remembered his climax and Trip’s affectionate banter. How could he have misinterpreted that? Was he really that unsure of himself? He’d have to apologise.
The film had started, but Malcolm was still not paying attention. It was hard to focus with that tantalising statement ringing in his ear: ‘It was incredibly hot.’
He forced himself to push all that away, however, to work on his report. He couldn’t let this infatuation distract him. That would be very unprofessional and wasn’t like him at all.
Two hours later, he had actually managed to give a fairly detailed account of their away mission, their encounter with the microsingularities in the asteroid field, and the decisions they had made when life support threatened to fail. He felt obligated to include their pilfering the captain’s bourbon, but omitted what had happened under the influence of said liquor.
Looking up from his work, he realised that the film was almost over, and decided to at least act like he wasn’t dying to get a certain blond man alone in a room and apologise thoroughly. Shaking his head, he picked up the bowl that had been sitting on his lap the whole time and stuffed some of the popcorn into his mouth. Stop behaving like a teenager, he chided himself. Stop second-guessing everything you hear and enjoy yourself for once.
He settled more comfortably in his chair and focused his attention on the screen. Dixon Hill had just uncovered some secret plot and some members of the audience seemed honestly surprised by the development. Malcolm smiled to himself. Doctor Phlox was right. There was something amusing about watching other people watch a film.
When the film ended, Malcolm went to speak to the captain, handing him the padd. “You weren’t kidding when you said you brought work,” he observed with a chuckle. “Well, thanks. I think you’ve just made my night’s reading more interesting.” With that, Archer said goodnight and left.
If he only knew all the things that I left out, Malcolm thought wryly. I bet that would make for a way more interesting read.
More and more people drifted out of the mess hall, until finally it was just him and Trip ... and Hoshi. She seemed determined to help tidy up and was chatting away with Trip. Malcolm sighed to himself. It seemed like he had little choice but to grab some chairs himself if he wanted this over with. While he was pushing a chair into its proper place next to a table, he was surreptitiously watching the other two, trying to decide what to say. He was just about done playing the situation out in his head, when Hoshi was called to the bridge. She gave Trip an apologetic shrug and a wave, and then she was gone, leaving him alone with the commander. There seemed to be an electric crackle on the air when Malcolm made his way over to where the other man was stacking popcorn bowls, which only intensified when Malcolm put his hand on Trip's arm and made him turn around.
"Listen, Trip. I need to apologise. I should have known you wouldn't insult me. I guess I'm finding it a bit hard to adjust to this thing between us." He let the sentence hang there and merely looked into these lovely blue eyes.
Trip just beamed at him, though. "It's already forgotten," he winked. "So, I noticed you finished your report. I'd be surprised if you even heard one bit of that movie."
"I had already seen it. I mostly came here to ask you about those missing memories."
"So you sat through this movie just to talk to me?" There was that banter again. Malcolm swallowed his pride this time and smiled. "You've found me out."
Trip chuckled and moved a little closer. "Did you know that movie theatres used to be quite popular as make-out spots?"
There was something in the commander's voice that made Malcolm certain he knew what make-out spots were. "I think they still are ...," he purred as he closed the distance between them, whole body tingling in anticipation.
Trip's grin made his heart flutter again, and suddenly he didn't care in the least that they were in arguably the most public room on the whole ship. All he wanted was to feel those lips on his again, sink into that kiss and that embrace, and just forget the world.
Nope, he thought, definitely not a fluke. This was as real an attraction as he'd ever felt, and the fact that Trip was a bloke just continued to get less important.
Malcolm sighed as their lips met and Trip's arms slid around him, pulling him flush against that hard chest. He let his tongue dart out to touch the other man's lips, which opened eagerly. As their kiss grew deeper and soft moans escaped from both of them, Trip let his hands wander. One travelled up to cup the back his head, the other opened the zipper of his uniform far enough to comfortably slip inside. It didn't head straight down, though, but worked its way underneath his shirt and happily roamed the planes of his stomach and back, making Malcolm shiver and sigh against Trip. He was now beyond caring what the consequences might be if anyone happened to walk into the mess hall in search of a midnight snack, and swiftly got his own hand into his shipmate's briefs to touch his manhood. It was all too clear that Trip hadn't had any release after their session that afternoon. His member was already rock hard and leaking when Malcolm closed his fingers around it and started moving them slowly. Trip's response was delicious. He gasped and let his head fall back, exposing his throat, which Malcolm immediately attacked with lips and tongue. It wasn't long before he had his commander groaning with passion and muttering sweet little phrases into his ear. Malcolm had seldom felt so desired in his life and he revelled in it, even stopping his hand a few times to see what would happen. If he could make the other man beg for his touch. He found that not only could he get him to beg, but that it turned him on to have that kind of control.
Encouraged by that experience, Malcolm checked to see if they were still alone, and then slowly undid the front of Trip's uniform all the way. The other man gasped at that and gripped Malcolm's shoulders, then gave a guttural moan when he felt Malcolm free his cock from its cotton confines. Malcolm had never really looked at a cock up close, but found it much less intimidating now that it was on eye level with him. Moistening his lips, he just went for it, his own hard member screaming its neglect the whole time. The sharp intake of breath from above told him he was doing it right. Malcolm had received enough blowjobs to have a decent idea of what would do the trick, so he tried some of the flicks and nibbles that had driven him wild in the past and was rewarded with a whispered "Oh, God, yes!" while Trip's hands were buried in his raven hair and his shoulder, urging him to go faster. He felt the other man's breathing become more erratic, his moans almost a coherent string of soft sounds that made Malcolm harden even more. The salty taste of precum was heavy on his tongue. Some part of his mind was just wondering if he was prepared to swallow, but Trip made that decision for him, pulling out at the last second, then sinking down on the floor next to Malcolm, spent and sated. Within a few moments, though, he was already laughing. He took Malcolm's hand and regarded him from half-lidded eyes. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I've never known you to be so naughty."
This time, Malcolm didn't mind the jibe, maybe due to the fact that his own arousal was still pounding in his pants. "And I've never known you to beg for anything, much less my touch on your prick," he shot back, cracking a smile. "Well, come on now, we wouldn't want Chef to stumble across you in this state of undress."
Still laughing, they got up, fixed their clothing and sat down at one of the tables. Malcolm found that he had the need to put something out there, and that took precedence even over his throbbing member. "Can I just say that today was really difficult for me?"
Trip looked at him with curiosity. He knew that Malcolm wasn't known to talk about his feelings. "In what way?"
"In a way that has affected my ability to focus on my work. All day, I've basically been a teenage boy, too driven by his hormones to think straight. I have to admit that I'm worried about what will happen once we go back to working together on the bridge. I can't afford to be distracted. The whole ship would be jeopardised by a love-struck tactical officer ..."
The commander's features were inscrutable as Malcolm tried to read them. Then Trip sat up in his chair and suddenly he was very much the commander speaking to his subordinate. "Then you will simply have to leave your feelings outside the workplace. If you can't handle thinking of me as your lover at work, then don't. We can treat each other the same as before. Just don't picture me naked," he added with a wink.
Malcolm was actually amazed at how simple that sounded. "I guess that would work," he allowed. "Well, I think I should get going now. It's late."
"Agreed. Want me to walk you to your quarters?" Trip said it like a joke but Malcolm could tell that it wasn't meant to be one.
They ambled along the nightly corridors in silence. Malcolm couldn't keep a slightly goofy smile from spreading on his face when Trip took his hand again as they walked. He was already quite tired and it felt good to just be silent together. They reached Malcolm's quarters almost too soon and said goodnight.
The lingering kiss that followed was tender and sweet, and Malcolm was still smiling to himself when he got into bed a little later.
The next day was going to be a challenge, but one he was convinced he would meet.
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