The BLTS Archive - Admission of Guilt
by miera (mierac72@yahoo.com)

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Archive: Ask first

Warnings: Smut. Borderline PWP.

Spoilers: Major for 3.13 "Proving Ground"

Author's Notes: This is not in line with the "Worthless" series. I was
inspired by seeing the boys actually in a scene together for the first
time in three months.

Feedback: Is like peanut butter and chocolate together!

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Over the hum of the shower, Malcolm heard the door to his quarters
open and close. He knew it could only be one person, so he wasn't
surprised when the shower door opened a minute later. He didn't even
bother to turn and look, or stop what he was doing.

"This a bad time?" an amused voice murmured in his ear, his visitor
closing up behind him. Malcolm could easily picture the knowing smirk
that accompanied the question.

A hand reached around and replaced Malcolm's own, without breaking the
rhythm. Another hand ran up through his wet hair, over the back of
scalp, massaging gently behind his ears. Malcolm leaned backwards, his
body tired and pliant.

"You had a busy couple of days, huh? All the repairs, all that
caffeine, keeping a close watch on your Andorian friend…" The voice
trailed off and Malcolm growled as he felt teeth nipping at his ear.

"You were fantasizing about her." Trip's voice was low, right in his
ear. His tone wasn't accusatory, but he wasn't asking a question
either.

Malcolm twitched and cursed himself for the tiny admission of guilt.
The hand in his hair gripped his head harder, holding him motionless,
while Trip licked at his collarbone. Malcolm's heart began to race in
anticipation.

"It's alright. You can look, as long as you don't touch." Trip's other
hand tightened and slowed down simultaneously. "What were you
thinking?" His hands had rendered Malcolm speechless, so Trip spoke
for him. "Was it here, in the shower? Did you take her up against the
wall?"

A tongue reached out and traced the outline of Malcolm's ear, before
teeth bit down on it, roughly. Meanwhile Trip's other hand drifted
from Malcolm's head down, over his hip, and massaged his ass.

"No? Ah, I bet I know." Malcolm moaned as the hand behind him moved in
synch with the one in front, both gaining speed. "In the armory." His
body shifted, once again giving him up. A low chuckle registered the
other man's glee at his correct guess.

"So, on your desk then?" Trip hypothesized. "Or maybe somewhere else…"
The hand on Malcolm's backside left abruptly and then slapped him,
just hard enough to sting. Malcolm grunted, hips jerking forward. He
was so close, and he was sure Trip knew it. "Bent over the torpedo
housing, that's a favorite of yours, isn't it? Did you picture that
shapely blue ass—" Trip smacked him again, his cheek against Malcolm's
ear. "Glowing at you as you fucked her?"

Malcolm yelled, his whole body convulsing. One arm flew blindly
against the wall to steady himself. Trip's hand kept moving until
Malcolm groaned, through gritted teeth, shuddering away from the
touch.

Trip rinsed Malcolm, himself and the shower stall before shutting off
the water and handing Malcolm a towel. Malcolm watched appreciatively
as Trip dried himself carelessly and tossed the towel aside. He
followed as Trip walked out into Malcolm's quarters and sat down on
the bed, completely naked.

Trip looked up at him, a speculative look in his blue eyes. "You never
trusted her, did you?"

Malcolm finished toweling his hair and shook his head slowly. Even
with everything he had in common with the Andorian lieutenant, she
still was an outsider. Malcolm didn't trust outsiders.

Trip smirked. "Well, I suppose I should offer to take back all the
cracks I've made about your paranoia, since you probably saved our
asses this time."

Malcolm raised his eyebrows and Trip leaned back on his arms, his legs
spread slightly. His hips edged a bit closer to the edge of the bed.
Malcolm shivered at the provocative sight.

"Of course, I'm still a little hurt over that shower fantasy. But I
can think of a way you could make it up to me."

It was Malcolm's turn to grin, before he went to his knees.

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The End