The BLTS Archive - Friends and Lovers
by Sue Duenn (sduenn@optonline.net)

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Archive: Permission to archive granted to EntSTCommunity and anyone
else who may want it, just tell me where it's going!

Warnings:  none

Beta: None - all problems are mine and mine alone

Spoilers: none

Disclaimer: You know the drill - they're not mine, I'm not getting
paid, and trust me, it's not worth it to sue me.

Author's notes: I've attempted one of these mega challenge fics.  In
no particular order, here's the post numbers I got the challenges
from, and a quick summary of each challenge I've encorporated.

14278 by Helen Highwater– include all of these things:  Extensive toy
collection under Malcolm's bed, Trip playing porn harmonica or his
playing influences someone, Sci-fi short stories in playboy or
playgirl magazine, pizza delivery, leopard print.

15044 by Kyrdwyn – use an amalgamation of Lwaxana Troi's diatribe of
her titles.

15025 by Eri – a certain quote prompted from friends eating poppers.

And lastly, 14947 by Kylie Lee – the Father's Day challenge – Dad   
has to be mentioned, and add water.  I hope you enjoy!!

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Commander Charles "Trip" Tucker the third held his audience
enthralled.  "So then, the Cap'n elbows me, makin' me take one of
these ... turd lookin' things.  I started to bite into it, but this
vile stuff came squirting out. I swear, it smelled like urine.  I'm
wondering why these people are offering their guests offal, ya know? 
Oh, it was bad.  So when I bit into it, it spewed out onto my hand,
and the other half went into my mouth ... and since I just couldn't
spit the stuff out, I just kinda ... flailed around for about a minute
and a half ... and my tongue has felt funny ever since."  He stuck it
out for his friends to inspect.  It looked normal, but they took his
word for it that it wasn't right.

Ensign Hoshi Sato, Communications Officer got up from the table in the
mess hall and shuddered.  Picking up her tray she said, "OK, now that
you've ruined my appetite for a week ..."

"You?" Trip asked incredulously.  "What about me?  I had to eat it for
real, not just hear about it!"

Shaking her head, she left the table.  Ensign Travis Mayweather
started questioning then.  "OK, so you're eating offal and flailing
around during a first contact meal.  The Captain's just sitting there
doing nothing?  You didn't offend your hosts?"

"No, they apparently found it funny.  They use that dish to see what
other cultures do.  Apparently, they've had all kinds of reactions –
from hate to love to usually some form of my reaction."  Trip shrugged
his shoulders.  "I dunno why, but that's what they do.  Phlox said
there's nothing wrong with my tongue, that it's all in my head."

"Just what did this culinary delight taste like, Mr. Tucker?" 
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed asked.

Trip sagged, the good part of his story over with.  "It was a bit
spicy which is why my tongue's all outta whack, but it was good.  I
asked em for the recipe for my Dad; he'll love em."  He stood up with
his tray, a grin plastered to his face.  "And that, my friends, was
the latest installment in the life and times of Trip Tucker!  So for
now, I bid you adieu.  Don't miss me too much."

His good mood continued as he wound his way through the ship he called
home.  Hitting the chime beside a door, he heard a yip and a muffled,
"Come in." Walking through the now unlocked door, he bent down and
scooped up the beagle waiting for him.  "Hey, Porthos, how are ya?" 
His smile didn't waver except to purse his lips together as the dog
bathed his face with its tongue

Captain Jonathan Archer looked up from his desk, a huge grin splitting
his face seeing his two best friends together.  Turning off the
monitor, he leaned back in his chair and swiveled toward the couch
where Trip plopped himself and the dog.  "You're looking a bit better
than right after you bit into the truffle this afternoon."

"Truffle?  You call that a truffle?"  Trip huffed, letting Porthos
slide off his lap and next to him on the couch.  "Didn't taste too
bad, but they coulda warned us, ya know?"

Jon laughed as he handed his human friend a cold beer from the small
fridge.  Sitting down beside Trip and tossing his arm along the back
of the couch, he said, "I think that was the point.  That whole
surprise factor."

Trip tipped his bottle to Jon and grinned.  "Yeah, it's funny now. 
Really wasn't at the time though."  He shrugged.  "Thank God I didn't
cause another scene though."

Jon dropped his hand to Trip's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. 
"You caused a scene, just not a diplomatically negative one."

"True.  Overall, I like 'em," Trip said, leaning into Jon and getting
comfortable.  "Though, that wheeze they call a laugh has got to go."

"I definitely needed an aspirin after that," Jon commiserated.  He
sighed, the tension of the day seeping out of him.  He chuckled at a
memory.  "When I saw that fountain in the middle of the plaza though,
I worried."

Trip pretended to be indignant.  "C'mon now, it was once."

"Once in each fountain maybe," Jon said.

Trip put his beer down and turned so he was facing the Captain.  He
leaned close, lips almost touching the other man's.  "Twice in the
middle one though.  You can't forget that."

Jon released a small groan as he blindly put his beer on the coffee
table. His now free hand caressed Trip's cheek before burying itself
in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.  "You were insatiable that
day."

"That I was."  Trip moved so he straddled the other man's lap.  "When
it comes to you, it's still true."

Jon pulled Trip's head down and muttered, "I thank God every day for
that." He then stopped any conversation by sealing their lips in a
slow deep kiss. As usual, once Trip stopped speaking, his talented
tongue began other endeavors.  Jon couldn't imagine his life without
the intensely erotic Trip Tucker in it.  To his surprise, Trip allowed
him to set the pace; much slower than the randy engineer usually
tolerated.

Jon took his time exploring Trip's succulent lips, his cavernous
mouth, his tantalizing tongue.  Their kisses were usually a bit more
frenzied and wonton.  Jon loved being able to take his time and remind
Trip just what a kiss was.  Unfortunately for both of them, oxygen was
a necessity and they had to break from their languid exploration of
each other.

"Mmm," Jon said catching his breath.  "That tasted even better than
the pizza we used to have delivered when we were working nights on the
NX project."

Trip grinned, "I think the delivery guy had a thing for you."

Jon chuckled, "Oh no ... he and A.G. were a thing.  Bobby used to take
the deliveries just hoping he'd be there."

"Poor sap, it was usually just the two of us," Trip said, slowly
unzipping his uniform.  He left the jumpsuit pooled at his waist as he
stripped the shirt and undershirt off in one move.  "Mmm much more
comfortable," he murmured as he started tasting the side of Jon's
neck.

"Apparently A.G. gave him some ... special ... gratuities when he
could." Jon stroked the bared flesh of his lover's back, loving the
feel of Trip's lips on his skin.  After eight years together, the
engineer knew just where to lick and just where to nip to extract the
best reactions.

As Trip moved lower and encountered the T-shirt Jon wore, he stopped
his ministrations.  "Too many clothes on you I think," he said as he
untucked the shirt from Jon's sweatpants.  He grinned as the tent in
Archer's pants became glaringly obvious.  He gave Jon's erection a
light stroke as he said, "Kinda reminds me of one of those stories in
the porn mags."

Jon gasped up into Trip's touch.  "You mean where the sexy Chief
Engineer of the starship ends up stranded on a planet full of horny
old geezers ..." his sentence was cut short as Trip shut him up with
another kiss.

Trip gently ground their erections together as he kissed Jon. 
Breaking apart, he said huskily, "I prefer the one where the gorgeous
Captain of the starship comes down into main engineering and fucks his
Chief Engineer into the warp core."  He latched onto a nipple, sucking
and laving it until it was red and swollen.  Groaning, he said, "Oh,
Jon.  I'm tryin' to be good here ... but I gotta have more of your
skin.  Now."  He stood and quickly shucked the rest of his uniform and
watched as Archer slid the sweatpants down his legs before kicking
them away.

Jon pulled Trip back down onto his lap, his eyes catching a flash of
leopard print as the engineer punted his own clothing away from him. 
"Those aren't regulation underwear, Commander," he said chidingly.

Sighing with pleasure, Trip adjusted himself on Jon's lap and took
hold of an earlobe with his lips.  "Some crazy man has me goin'
through them like three pairs a day.  They're all I had left when I
was called to the away team."

Jon rested his head on the back of the couch, the exquisite feeling of
their bodies touching pushing him closer to the edge.  "You sure
you're not subliminally playing that song you do on the harmonica?"

Trip grinned as he gave serious attention to Jon's neck and chest. 
"You mean the one that got you to sleep with me the first time?  The
porn song as you so lovingly call it?"

Jon nodded, his hands caressing and rubbing the engineer's body.  Both
men were breathing heavily, trying to take it slow, but instinct
winning over.  Yeah, that's the one.  Gets me every time."  He gasped
as Trip sucked his most erogenous zone, the one right between his
pecs.  "No, I think it's you who gets me every time."

Trip looked up and met his eyes.  "I certainly hope so."  He reached
between them and stroked Jon's erection firmly.  "Otherwise, I'd be
stuck with having to root through Malcolm's extensive toy collection
he keeps under his bunk."

Jon arched up into Trip's touch then snorted in laughter.  "Malcolm?
Extensive toy collection?  You've got to be kidding me!"  He felt Trip
upping the ante and began to prepare him, lube always at the ready.

"Oh yeah," Trip gasped as the first of Jon's fingers breached his ass. 
"He s got quite the collection.  Guess it sucks when you don't have a
gorgeous Captain to fuck all the time, huh?"

"Sucking isn't all that bad though," Jon said, adding another finger
to his ministrations.  Lust clouded his eyes as he prodded one more
memory to the surface.  "What is it you said at your family reunion
when you took your family crest in one hand, your beer bottle in
another?"

Trip tipped his head back as he guided Archer's cock to his entrance.
Licking his lips, he began to recite as he lowered himself down onto
Archer.  "I'm Trip Tucker, third with the blessed Charles name, holder
of the sacred stein of beer, heir to the holiest of hangovers."  He
sat on Jon's lap, fully impaled.  Gasping for breath to calm himself
he asked, "That one?"

"Yes, oh yes ..." Jon said as he began moving, thrusting himself up
into the warm heat of his lover.

Trip rode Archer for all he was worth, frantically bobbing up and
down, taking Jon's hard shaft into himself over and over.  "Oh God,
Jon ... I'm coming ... that's it!"

Tucker's orgasm triggered Archer's and the two slowly came back down
to reality as the waves and eddies slowed.  "We've been through a lot
together,  Jon said, stroking Trip's damp cheek.

"We've got a long way to go, as well," Trip said before kissing his
man one more time.

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The End