The BLTS Archive - Snow-blind Sequence Two:
Shelter
by kageygirl (kgrant31@attbi.com)

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Sequel to: Snow-Blind (but this can stand alone)

Feedback:  Is always appreciated.  Always.

Archive: Yes to EntSTCommunity Archive, Tim Ruben.  Anyone else just
ask and it’s probably yours.

Disclaimer: The boys and girls and their toys belong to Paramount (all
hail!).  I belong to the DKEB--do you?  http://www.dkeb.com

Comments:  Microfiction.  Malcolm demanded equal time.

Beta thanks:  Leah poked me about a couple of punctuation points, and
gave me the title for this part.  And told me to post, already.

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Malcolm caught Trip’s hand as he reached out, wrapping his fingers
around the other man’s and returning the pressure, strong and steady.
He stroked his thumb comfortingly along Trip’s, their mingled sweat
making skin glide against skin, as they finally shuddered to a halt,
rocking against one another in the aftermath.

Their interactions had never been frictionless.  They'd rubbed each
other the wrong way too many times to count--until they finally
started rubbing each other the right way…

The aftershocks running through Malcolm's body attested to how well
that friction had just served them both.  His free hand was still
slick with gel, and they were both a sticky mess, but watching
awareness of his surroundings slowly seep back into Trip's face made
such concerns trivial.

When those blue eyes became focused again, Trip looked up at Malcolm
in wonder, and drew a hand down his temple.  Malcolm had to smile at
him, and press a kiss to his fingers as they trembled ever so
slightly.  "Was that all right, then?"

Trip's eyes widened, and he pulled Malcolm down urgently, although his
kiss was gentle, almost drugged. He felt Trip panting, little gusts
across his chin.  "'All right?' That was incredible.  Feel free to do
that again, anytime."  His voice was low, sending a thrill through
Malcolm that his satiation didn't mitigate.

He chuckled at the awe in Trip's voice--he felt the same, every time
Trip looked at him the way he was now.  Amazed that he could possibly
have done anything to deserve this kind of happiness.  He’d wanted to
return the favor, let Trip know just how much he was loved, but the
tenderness in Trip’ s touch was almost his undoing.  He dropped his
eyes, a little embarrassed, and concentrated on the way Trip's chest
hair curled with perspiration.  "I thought I'd lost you for a minute
there."

"You did."  Trip dropped a soft kiss on his forehead, lips sliding
over skin.  "But you helped me find my way back, too."  Malcolm looked
up, then, into those warm blue eyes, and melted all over again.

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The End