The beginning was written by Nitaq and finishing it was issued as
a challenge by Black Fire.
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed was early for his date with the Commander.
He knew that and didn't hurry on his way to the other man's quarters.
Since Trip was waiting for him he didn't bother to knock, but entered immediately...
and stopped. What he saw behind the door made him gasp and the only
thing he could manage to utter was: "Ewww... kinky!"
Trip's face flushed bright red and he squeaked out in
a voice suddenly an octave higher than normal, "Malcolm!" He hurriedly
yanked his pants back up. "That wasn't what it looked like!"
Malcolm fought to keep a straight face as he delicately
raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh?" He leaned against the door frame
and crossed his arms. "Then what was it? It certainly looked..."
He smirked. "Interesting."
The blush burned its way up to the tips of Trip's ears.
"I... I ah..."
With an affected air of nonchalance Malcolm wandered over
to Trip's desk. Embarrassment kept Trip from realizing what he was
doing until it was too late. Malcolm snatched the small tube off the
desk and quickly stepped away so Trip couldn't grab it back.
Malcolm peered at the alien writing and tried to keep the blue paste that
was oozing out of the cap off his fingers. The script looked vaguely
They were a species that put Risa to shame. If Malcolm
were asked to describe them he'd probably say they were all hedonists...
and sex was their specialty. It had been a very... eye opening... first
Trip swallowed and said, "Yeah."
Malcolm peered at it a bit more before giving it an experimental
sniff. "And, may I ask, just what were you doing with it?"
Trip's blush, impossibly, deepened. "Well... I was
just..." He crossed and uncrossed his arms before saying defensively,
"Phlox said it was all right for humans."
Malcolm held the tube out and shook it gently, raising
an eyebrow as he did so.
Trip deflated slightly and ran a hand over his face before
saying, "It's so I can keep up with you." At Malcolm's encouraging
look he continued, "You know how sometimes we'll... you know, and then..."
Trip took a deep breath and blurted out, "You're up for another round and
Malcolm eyed the blue paste that smelled faintly of lemons.
Trip bit his lip. "You rub it on and then... I'd
be able to keep up with you. It didn't seem fair that you're always
being left wanting more. I thought maybe you..." He trailed off
and looked down as he scuffed his boots on the floor.
Malcolm shook his head. "Did you really think..."
His eyes widened as he scrutinized Trip's face. "You did."
Trip couldn't meet his eyes.
Malcolm tossed the tube onto the desk. "You silly,"
He took a step closer and continued, "foolish..." Trip scowled and
looked up, blinking in surprise as Malcolm pecked his lips. Malcolm
smirked and leaned in for another kiss before finishing, "Wonderful lover
Malcolm hugged Trip tightly before he pulled back.
He quirked a smile at the question in Trip's eyes as he took three slow steps
backwards. Feeling the edge of the bunk against his calves he sat down
and patted the spot next to him. "Come to bed, love." He paused
a beat and then indicated the tube and said, "Leave that there."
The smile on Trip's face was like day breaking.