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Shuttlepod One	By : TwinOfDoom Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 2105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It turned out that Malcolm had once again over-thought all the potential difficulties and embarrassments that could arise out of working together with one’s lover.
In reality, Trip had only been on the bridge with him for a few minutes that first day back on duty, and in that time, Malcolm had managed to keep his eyes glued to his instruments.
Reassured by that first experience, Malcolm let go of some of his doubts and inhibitions about their relationship and was generally more comfortable with the situation. He had discussed the matter with Trip on a number of occasions, and they had agreed that it would not be wise to talk openly about their affair just yet. However, they also established that neither of them would deny it if they happened to be confronted about it.
Malcolm had felt a bit uneasy about that decision at first, but he reasoned that it was probably for the best not to lie to any of their shipmates.
Some time had passed since their away mission in the asteroid field, and they had quickly gotten back into the routine of things back on Enterprise. The most recent development had been the rendezvous with an outdated Vulcan vessel and subsequent visits from its crew.
While these Vulcans appeared to be quite different from the ones they’d had the pleasure of meeting, chats with them still mostly ended up being rather awkward. Malcolm distinctly recalled walking into the mess hall to eat earlier that day, and finding Trip there, engaged in conversation with one of the Vulcan engineers. He had joined them at their table, only to be included in Kov’s disquieting accounts of Vulcan sexuality. When he had mentioned that males of his species were only inclined to mate every seven years, Malcolm had cleared his throat and exchanged a look with Trip who was sitting next to him. It had been obvious from the commander’s sheepish expression that he, too, was thinking about that morning’s off-duty workout.
Now Kov had returned to the Vahklas and, having a few hours to kill, Malcolm and Trip had decided to head up to the gym. They had barely entered the turbolift, though, when Trip seized the front of Malcolm’s shirt, pulling the shorter man around and against himself, cupping his burgeoning hardness through the fabric of his shorts while his lips found their target with natural ease. Gasping in surprise and delight, Malcolm panted for the turbolift to stop, before he threw himself into the kiss, knocking Trip into the lift’s wall in the process. The younger man laughed, unsealing their lips while his hand worked its way into his lover’s track shorts. Malcolm groaned at the contact, pulling him closer, their foreheads resting together.
“Can you imagine going seven years without sex?”, Trip asked incredulously, as he watched Malcolm from under his eyelashes.
The lieutenant shook his head vehemently, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I think I’d probably die if I had to do that.” His own hand slipped around Trip’s member, setting a swift pace immediately.
They had learned from past experience that it was best not to obstruct turbolift traffic for more than one or two minutes, since the system was being monitored from the bridge, and there might be a security team waiting for them again if they didn’t continue their ride soon.
Malcolm was slightly unsettled by how much that excited him.
Heads still together, eyes locked, they managed to synchronise their rhythms while the staccato of their ragged breathing filled the small space around them.
It didn’t take either of them long to finish, and they just stood there for a few precious moments, supporting each other as the waves of pleasure weakened their legs.
Trip was the first to recover, breaking into a grin as he retrieved his hand and wiped it clean on the towel he’d brought. “Just one more thing to make me glad I wasn’t born a Vulcan.”
Malcolm copied him and made sure that their gym outfits were in order, before he ordered the turbolift to resume its ascent. Then he leaned in for another kiss, overestimating the time the ride would take.
Malcolm’s arm had just snaked its way around Trip’s waist, with Trip’s hands cupping the shorter man’s neck tenderly, when the turbolift doors slid open.
Upon hearing the familiar hiss of the doors, they disengaged from each other and were about to exit, when they became aware of someone who had apparently been waiting behind the lift doors.
“Well, gentlemen, don’t let me interrupt.” Malcolm’s euphoria turned to anxiety in an instant upon hearing the captain’s voice. His insides froze and he felt himself stand at attention almost without really planning to. Acting this unprofessionally in front of the captain of a starship was something that he had been trained to avoid at all costs. Of course they couldn’t have known that he would be there in front of the turbolift, but that was no excuse. Captain Archer’s jovial smile was firmly in place, however, when Malcolm finally forced himself to look at him.
Standing there in his sports kit, even Trip didn’t seem to have a witty comeback handy, and Malcolm was silently thankful for that. As much as he usually enjoyed the other man’s sense of humour, it would have been extraordinarily inappropriate in their current situation.
Presently, the captain stood back from the doors, taking in their attire and their flushed appearance. Then he furrowed his brow slightly. “Really, Trip,” he scolded. “In the turbolift?”
Trip’s expression changed from mortified to cheeky in a flash. Apparently, he had judged the captain’s mood and deemed it harmless. “In our defence, Sir, this is the ship’s recreation area.”
Malcolm held his breath. After Trip’s cocky reply, he and the captain were now staring at each other, faces inscrutable.
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