The BLTS Archive - I Feel so Tingalish
by Regina Bellatrix (reginabellatrix@creativemachinations.com)

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Archive: Permission to archive granted to EntSTCommunity, Reed's
Armory, WWOMB, Tim Ruben, the ASCEML archive, my own site, and
whoever else wants it – just tell me where you've put it.

Warnings: None

Series: This story is set between my stories, *To Stay with the
Living* (which will be appearing in GFTTH2) and *Cluttered Space*,
but can stand on its own.

N.B.: My PWP answer to the challenge I issued in honour of
shakespearespot's 21st birthday, which required alcohol, and
requested pineapple rum, pineapple lubricant (or pineapple rum used
for lube), humour and an NC-17 rating. I know it's a day late, but she
had to open the hard copy before I  could post it. The title is from
the George and Ira Gershwin song *`S Wonderful*.    ~RB

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He was dizzy.  Malcolm flopped backwards on the bed, closing  his eyes
to stop the room from spinning.  There was a thunk as the  rum bottle
hit the floor, falling from his limp fingers, but he  wasn't
concerned.  He had just drunk the last of the alcohol in it  from
Trip's body.

Trip began nuzzling at his inner thigh, and he sighed,  spreading his
legs in response.  Malcolm whimpered when the  sensation stopped and
he cracked an eye open to see what his husband  was up to.

"Where'd it go?"  Trip looked around the room, confused  until his
gaze settled on the bottle of lubricant sitting on the
desk-cum-dinner table amidst the dirty dishes.  "Ah-ha!  Gotcha!"   He
wobbled drunkenly back to the bed, reclaiming his position  between
Malcolm's legs, and opened the lube.  A generous amount went  on his
fingers, and he reached down to slide first one, then two,  through
the brunette's sphincter.

"Oh yes, Trip!  That's it, right there."  Malcolm inhaled  sharply as
his husband's questing fingers found his prostate.  The  air
absolutely reeked of pineapple, the heavenly result of the  pineapple
rum they had drunk after dinner during their foreplay and  the
pineapple-scented lubricant Trip was currently employing to  prepare
him for penetration.

It was their fourth anniversary, and tradition said that the  gift
should be fruit.  On a starship in deep space, fresh fruit was
scarce, and Trip had compromised by gifting Malcolm with the fruity
alcohol and lube which he'd acquired during their last visit to  Earth
and hidden in Engineering until it was needed.  Their previous
anniversary had been easier.  Third anniversary was leather, and
Malcolm had simply got the quartermaster to make his husband a pair
of skin-tight leather pants; the very ones he had stripped from that
gorgeous ass not ten minutes earlier.

"You ready, darlin'?"

Malcolm pushed against Trip's fingers, drawing them deeper  into his
body, and tightened his ass around them, delighting in the  needy look
rapidly spreading across the Southerner's mobile  features.  "More
than ready, lover."

Trip removed his fingers and, after applying a generous  amount of the
lube to it, slid his engorged cock into the dark  haired man spread
out in front of him.  The couple moaned together,  and Trip paused at
the point of deepest penetration to engage  Malcolm's lips in a hungry
kiss.

"Love you."

"I love you, too.  Now, get moving."  Malcolm tried to  squirm for
emphasis, but Trip's weight held him still.

Trip grinned at his impatience.  "Yes, Lieutenant-Commander  Reed.
Whatever you say, Sir."

"You talk too mu...  Oh Trip!"  Malcolm moaned and panted  and pleaded
for his husband to make it faster, harder.  He knew how  much Trip
liked it when he became vocal.

Trip did as he was asked, and they came, orgasms crashing  down around
them like waves, each screaming the other's name.   Afterwards, they
fell asleep, wrapped in the blankets on their bed  and in their love
for one another.

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The End