„So, what are your fantasies when you’re doing yourself?“
Trip all but spewed the coffee he was about to drink over the table at the casually uttered question.
“What?!”
He turned a little to look at his lover. Malcolm was sitting almost opposite him, smiling faintly. Sitting? No, he was slouched into the chair, one arm draped over the back of his chair, the other one resting peacefully on his lap,- or rather his spread thighs, that was. Trip blinked at the un-Malcolm-like demeanour.
 “I said what are your fantasies when you’re doing yourself?”
Trip swallowed, eyes roaming toward Malcolm’s hand resting on his thigh – thigh? the man was all but caressing his groin -  on their own will. Said hand twitched slightly, and Trip felt his throat go dry suddenly as an image popped up in his mind: Malcolm, laying in his bed naked, eyes closed, panting, one hand moving over sweat slick skin down south, between his own legs, body arching into his own touch and moaning while … whoa, Trip. Watch it.
“Who are you and what have you done to my lover?” he managed to get out.
“C’mon, Trip, that’s not a too hard question, isn’t it?”
Twitch.
Damn use of words.
“Malcolm …”
Twitch.
“Actually …”
“… you had a – hard – time lately?”
Twitch.
“Uhm…”
“So?”
“What?”
“What are your fantasies?”
Oh hell …
“Right now? You, bed,  naked, doing ….”
“Myself?”
Twitch.
Damn that man. They were together for years now, and he had never seen Malcolm that, that … teasing. Not in public, at least. Thinking about it – Malcolm had done similar things the entire day. First this morning in the engine room…

//Trip felt watched. Closely. He turned to see who it was and relaxed when he spotted Malcolm, two hands on the railing surrounding the engine, leaning quite relaxed against it. And watching him. His lover had quite expressive eyes that could say a lot without him even changing the mimic, and Trip knew they could send sparkles.
Right now there weren’t any sparkles in them.
Right now they were burning.
Trip felt as if those eyes were burning themselves through his uniform, right down on the skin, caressing every inch of it. It took his breath away in an instant, making his blood boil and rushing …. everywhere but there! Duty, engine room, public – not good. What had gotten into Malcolm?
“Malcolm? Something I can help you with?” he croaked.
“No, sir.” his lover answered evenly, shaking his head. His gaze came to rest on Trip’s crotch and he smiled again before turning away. Trip took some deep breaths, wondering what that had been all about.
“Commander…?”
Duty called. Insistently.
“On my way, Ensign.” //

Trip had almost forgotten about that, deciding to talk about it tonight, at their quarters. But then …

//Tucker sat in front of a panel that constantly refused to obey his orders, swearing about the refractory piece of technology, when he felt someone approaching him. One short look told him it was Malcolm.
“Hi, Mal. Could you hand me the …”
A tool was placed in his hands and Trip returned his attention to the panel.
“Something on your mind, Mal?” he asked while trying to readjust the relays. “Damn …”
Something brushed against his ear.
“Spare your energy …” Malcolm whispered huskily and Trip couldn’t suppress a shudder. He looked up confused, Malcolm ran one finger over his lips, leaving a tickling trace and rose. When Trip’s higher brain functions kicked in again, his lover was gone, leaving a very confused but highly aroused chief engineer behind.
“Now, what just happened here?”//

Trip stared at he man in front of him, the man who pretended to be his long-time companion, his lover for years. A pair of storm-cloud eyes, sparkling with mischief and clouded by passion looked back. Passion …? Now, he knew very well how passionate Malcolm could become, but he never ever displayed that in public – the mess hall of all places.
But that didn’t seem to bother the man today.

“What about you?” Trip mumbled, lifting his coffee mug. Okay, not the most intelligent way to distract his lover. But honestly he just hadn’t much options left ….
Malcolm chuckled softly.
“Fantasies? You, naked, armory, jeffreys tube … and a nice big jug of chocolate sauce.”
This time the coffee was sprayed over the table.
“Ex – cuse me?”
Reed chuckled again and rose.
“Keep your shirt on, commander,” he whispered in Trip’s ear while a thumb languidly roamed over his neck, evoking another shudder. “At least till tonight … “
Trip stared after the departing form of his lover in sheer disbelief. Just before the door swooshed close behind the smaller man, Malcolm turned a little, looked over his shoulder and – winked.

“What the … Malcolm Reed!”
Trip rushed out of the mess hall, ignoring the comments, looks and giggles of other crew members – especially female crew members. His lover was sooo dead.

*

Crewman Cutler rested her chin in her hand and took a sip of her coffee, completely disregarding her room mate.
“*sigh*”
“Liz.”
“*deep sigh*”
“Liz!”
“…”
“Elisabeth!”
“Hm?”
“Stop drooling.”
“They’re so cute …”
“Elisabeth Cutler!”
“Hm?”
“They are our seniors.”
Dreamy eyes blinked.
“Sure. Did you ever see that black leather coat when …”
Her room mate simply rolled her eyes. Incorrigible.

*

Trip all but sprinted into the corridor – only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of his lover. Malcolm leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, one leg bent so the  foot was resting against the wall, watching him from half-closed eyes, and the grin he gave him could only be described as cocky and  - stimulating. Definitely stimulating, Trip thought , suddenly finding himself pushed against the wall, a hard hot body melting into him and two lips covering his as Malcolm was on him like a whirlwind. Before Tucker was even able to react – or to realize, to be more precise – said body was gone.
“My quarters tonight,” was murmured hoarsely, and Trip felt more than a little thankful for the PADD he for whatever reason was carrying around the entire day.
 

“Malcolm Reed! What the hell were you thinking behaving that way. In public, for crying out loud!” Trip stormed into his lover’s quarters, fuming.
“Hi Trip.” Malcolm walked out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his neck, the open shirt revealing a well built chest, currently glistening with some droplets from the shower he had just taken. His dark hair was still damp and totally ruffled from the towel. All in all he was a mouthwatering sight, and Trip felt his throat go dry instantaneously. Hell, he was behaving like a horny teenager today …
“Don’t give me that … “
Malcolm cocked his head and smiled again, doing nothing but looking at him with those stormy eyes that could make Trip’s blood leave his head and rush into more southern areas in a split second.
It did it.
Trip growled and was at Malcolm’s side in a second, all conscious thoughts gone and age old instincts taking over, grabbing the smaller man and throwing him onto the bed. He kissed him hard, letting his hands roam over that hard body, stripping his lover in the process, hearing him moan something that suspiciously sounded like his name, but at this very moment Trip Tucker couldn’t care less. All he wanted, needed, was to feel this hard, hot body pressed against his own, the friction of skin against skin, the sensation of being buried deep inside Malcolm, to touch and be touched. Somewhere along the lines he thought he heard Malcolm hiss in pain – and Trip pulled back, icy shock replacing the hot need in his veins.
Not again. Not ever again!
“God, Mal … I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to …” He looked down into stormy eyes that were almost black now.
“What? What didn’t you mean, Trip?” Reed demanded to know. “Coming over me like a tornado? Kissing me that hard I almost forget my own name? Not to mention making m… “
“Malcolm, look, I’m really … “
Trip knew he stuttered. He knew he had made a big mistake, the biggest he could ever make, and wanted to retreat. This time Malcolm growled. Two strong arms came up, pulling him back onto his lover’s body and holding him there while Reed started to simply kiss him senseless. Only the need for air made him pull back again.
“Mal…?”
“Trip, you should’ve heard me out.” Malcolm took his hand and gently pushed it between their bodies, down toward his manhood. Spreading his legs, he gave Trip access, his head falling back onto the pillow, a deep moan escaping his throat when he closed his lover’s fingers around himself, and he bucked into the soft caress. “Wanted to say, you’re making me so horny I can’t stand it … “
Trip’s eyes widened as both surprise and burning desire flashed through him.
“Mal … “
“Oh god, man! Shut the bloody hell up and fuck me, goddamnit! That clear enough?!”
“Hell, yes. Your snarl is my command.”
“Then what you’re waiting for?”
And who was Trip Tucker to refuse to comply to such a nice request?

*  *  *

Hours later, spent and sated, Trip closed his arms around his lover, nuzzling the smaller man’s neck, taking in the taste that was Malcolm. His Malcolm.
“What has gotten into you today, love?” he murmured. “Never knew you could be such a tease.”
Malcolm simply chuckled and turned into his embrace to face him.
“I missed you lately.”
“I have been here.”
“No.” Malcolm shook his head slightly. “I mean, you have been here, yes, and we have been together, but … I’m not complaining, don’t get me wrong here. It was – nice with you.”
“Nice.”
“See? That’s exactly what I meant.”
“Nice?”
“Yes. Nice. Just that.”
“And so you decided to …”
“Provoke you? Uhm-hm. Worked, didn’t it?”
“Dangerous game you were playing there. “
“No. Never dangerous with you. You will never hurt me.”
“Again.”
Malcolm cupped his face with his hands, brushing his lips tenderly over his own.
“Leave it, Trip. That’s history. All I wanted was you – all of you, unrestrained, not holding back anything. I know you can, but you hardly ever do it. “
“And you tell me you’re not complaining?”
“Am not. Just felt like it.”
Trip silently closed his arms tighter around the man he knew he would spend the rest of his life with.
“Mal?”
“Hm?”
“You’re not trying to tell me something here, right?”
“Oh, but I do.”
“What?” Trip couldn’t help the sudden feeling of rising panic.
“I’m telling you that I’m feeling comfortable around you. That comfortable that I can allow myself to let go. And that I want you to let go.”
“Malcolm Reed. I did tell you I love you, right?”
Malcolm gave him a grin.
“Now that you mention it … I knew  there was something amiss here … Trip … Trip, you… no, wait, that … don’t … oh bloody hell!”
“Mal, you really should work on your vocabulary.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
 

~ Fini, for now ~