The BLTS Archive Aftermath 1
by Mike (nurseymike@yahoo.com)

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Date completed: April 12, 2008

Disclaimer: The show and its characters belong to Paramount.
No profit is being made from this story and no infringement
is intended.

Author's notes: This is my first attempt at any kind of
slash  fiction.  Enterprise was not my favorite Star Trek
series, but I loved the characters.  Any feedback would be
very welcome.

Beta reader:  Alter Ego

Takes place after the events of season three and the three 
opening episodes of season four.  Spoilers for 1.06- Terra
Nova, 2.03-  Minefield, 2.19- Judgment, 4.01-2,- Storm Front
1 & 2, 4.03- Home

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The view of Earth from Spacedock was seldom less than
spectacular,  but it almost went unnoticed.  Not only was
the sight of Earth grand, but the view of Enterprise that
you could see from its observation deck staggered the eye.
It was a beautiful sight now that the hull repair and work
on the bulkheads and main support structures had been done.
With the ship undergoing the next stage of its refit and
repairs, the chaos in the interior parts of the ship was
overwhelming with every last nut and bolt, conduit and wire
to finally be put in place.

Captain Jonathan Archer barely noticed the beauty of the
view or appreciated how much work had already been done on
the repair of his ship.  He did notice the effect of the
direct view of Earth, made almost unbearably poignant due
to the fact of how close said planet had come to being
totally destroyed.  The Xindi weapon had only been 
destroyed at the last minute and negotiations were still
tense, but making steady progress.  Captain Archer still
did not want to consider how close the whole matter had
come to and what would have happened had he and Enterprise
failed.  The consequences were almost too horrific to
contemplate at all.  So his mind skirted around the edges
of all that would have been lost had the Xindi prevailed.

Even with the mission having succeeded and the Xindi threat
fading, Archer was still dealing with the aftermath of
their mission to the Delphic Expanse and the effects of
that trip.  A ship almost destroyed, over fifteen dead from
his crew, and the rest left with the knowledge that no
matter what happened and how many had been saved, they
would never look on the universe and its inhabitants in the
same way again.  Gone was the almost child like wonder at the
universe and all the wonders it would hold.  Now they could
not go on without looking over their shoulder a little bit
no matter what situation they found themselves in.  As for
himself, Archer knew it would be a long while before he
could put the entire matter into perspective, if he ever
could.  The changes in him alone were enough to give him 
pause.  To fulfill his mandate to defend Earth, Archer had
done things that he never would have dreamed himself
capable of.  Some of the easy answers he had held dear
all his life were changed and how this would affect him in
the future he didn't know.  He did feel a tremendous sense
of relief that the mission was successfully done and that
it was finally over.  The burden of defending his entire 
planet, keeping his crew and ship together, getting them
home, and even forging a peaceful settlement had finally
been lifted off his shoulders.  Jon felt like he could
finally breathe freely after more than a year.

With the celebrations over Enterprise's successful return
finally done, Archer knew he could parlay their success
into just about anything reasonable he might request for
his crew or himself.  The first thing Archer got was
commendations for all his surviving crew to go into their
permanent records.  In addition, any crew who wanted to
transfer either to other ships or to home, got it, no
questions asked.  Archer figured that everyone had already
done so much more than had been asked of them; they
deserved not being hassled if they wanted to go a different
path.  He was also recommending his command staff for
special commendations.  Whether that translated into 
promotions for his people was Starfleet's decision but he
pushed it for all he was worth.  The formal welcomes and
thanks and then debriefings were finally done so everyone
could collectively relax.

Having done all he could for his staff and crew, Archer
determined that the time had finally come to attend to his
own personal matters.  With the safety of the planet his
direct responsibility, Archer had put any of his personal
issues to the very back burners.  Now that he had the time
to look at and deal with them, he felt that he could
finally bring them forward.

Chief among these was his feelings for his Security and
Tactical officer, or more specifically, what to do about
those feelings.  Archer could never point to the exact
moment he began to have feelings of increased desire for
the man.  It may have helped him if he could.  He just knew
that even from the very beginning, he was intrigued by the
combined regimented/tough as nails exterior and the much
more vulnerable yet equally inaccessible interior person. 
It had slowly grown from that.  Archer didn't realize till
later just how much he had come to rely on Malcolm's quiet
unwavering support in the Expanse.  How he had felt that it
was simply unacceptable to abandon Malcolm when he was
pinned to the hull by that Romulan mine or when he was
wounded in the underground caverns of Terra Nova.  Archer
liked to believe that he would have done the same for any of 
his crew, and he probably would have.  But he realized later
that there were other feelings present beyond his
dedication to his shipmates.  He remembered how absolutely
grateful he was after being rescued from Rura Penthe and
what he felt when he realized it was Malcolm who came for
him.  Archer had to forcibly restrain himself from grabbing
Malcolm, hugging him so hard he would have cracked ribs,
and then kissing him for all he was worth.  It was right
then that Archer realized the depth of the feelings he was
beginning to have for Malcolm.

Most people on Enterprise thought that Archer was pretty 
heterosexual.  He didn't really do much to correct people's
assumptions with the idea that he didn't want people's
speculation to  get in the way of his command.  Trip knew
his situation, but what most people didn't know was that
Archer had dated men and women about equally; his
relationships with other men had usually lasted slightly 
longer but tended to be more complicated.  He realized that
when he accepted command of Enterprise, he would be
isolated from his crew in some significant ways, chief of
which were any romantic entanglements.  He had accepted the
fact that any sexual relationship was pretty much out of
the question for him on Enterprise given his position.

Now however, the situation was changed.  Starfleet would
probably not care if he was able to establish a
satisfactory relationship with someone else on the ship,
but the fraternization rules were being rewritten even now
thanks in large part to the experience of the crew itself.
Archer knew of at least five couples currently serving on the
ship and one stable triad relationship.  He had always been
one to believe that people's private lives should be just
that, but his crew had once again proved their worthiness
in a totally unexpected  manner.  He had not heard of nor
had any real trouble at all with anyone involved with
another person on the ship.  People had truly been adult
about these matters and kept it professional.  Normal
tensions and conflicts had developed, these were people
after all, but all had been handled normally as well.  For
this, Archer was more than grateful to his whole crew.

So he had decided that now was the time to come clean and
fess up to  his feelings for Malcolm. His gut instinct was
that Malcolm would at  least be amenable to a relationship
with another man.  How he would  feel if the other man was
Archer was anyone's guess.  Malcolm was so  often harder to
read than hieroglyphics.  He was due to meet Archer  in just
a few minutes and then shortly after, he was to go on 2
weeks  leave along with virtually all the crew.  If after
telling him how he  felt, it all went to hell, Malcolm would
have the option of  transferring where ever he wanted or
staying and Archer would never  bring it up with him again. 
Or if the absolute worst happened and  Malcolm wanted to
press harassment charges against him, he could  leave with a
clear conscience, knowing he had done all he could for  his
crew and his world.  Archer just knew that no matter what 
happened, he had to speak to Malcolm and let him know how he
felt and  what he was hoping for.  Where it went from there
was more up to  Malcolm than him.  He wanted to at least
have the chance for an  honest relationship with the other
man.  Being a serious romantic at  heart, Archer knew that
he would never be truly satisfied with just a  sexual or
casual relationship.

So Archer sat and waited for Malcolm to come and grew
increasingly  more nervous.  The upper decks were still in
total chaos with  repairs, including the Bridge and his
Ready room.  So he had turned  the Captain's dining room
into his office.  With repairs to this deck  at least
partially done, no one using the Mess Hall and virtually no 
regular crew yet back on the ship, it was as private as he
was going  to get.

There was a soft knocking on the door and Archer jumped up
to open  it.   There was Malcolm standing at attention at
his door dressed casually  for his trip.  To Archer, he
looked good enough to eat. 

With a deep breath to calm his nerves, Archer said "Come in
Malcolm,  at ease.  This is nothing official." 

"Thank you sir, what can I do for you?"  Malcolm relaxed
only  fractionally and made no move to sit.

"I wanted to just have a little of your time before you left
to talk  to you about something important.  Please, this is
not official  ship's business; I am not here now as the
captain but just as me,  Jonathan Archer.  I wanted to talk
to you about something personal to  me and hopefully to you
as well."  Archer winced at how stilted he  sounded, even to
his own ears. 

"Go on sir."

"Malcolm, I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for
the support  you gave me this past year.  I am not always
good at expressing my  thanks, but I didn't want you to go
without you knowing much your  help meant to me personally. 
We had an incredibly tough mission and  we succeeded beyond
any expectations even I had.  Thanks in no small  part to
your skill, expertise, and tenacity.  I came to rely on
those  qualities and the person possessing them far more
than I thought I  ever would."

Malcolm just stood there with a slight quizzical look on his
face  saying nothing.  So on he went.

"I also came to the realization even before this last year
that you  meant more to me than just that however.  Recently
I was able to  spend some time with someone who helped me
see more clearly how I  felt.  I found I cared about you and
what you thought, not just of  what I was doing but about me
personally.  I wanted to be there for  you and support you
as much as you did for me.  I care about you,  perhaps more
than I should or is appropriate for a captain on his own 
ship.  I guess what I am trying to say, probably pretty
badly, is  that I have feelings for you; strong ones.  I
have no real idea if  that is agreeable to you or if you are
even comfortable with  attentions from another man.  I don't
know if you care that way about  me or could.  I just know
that I couldn't keep this to myself any  more and had to be
honest with you.  I would like to have a  relationship with
you, but that is totally up to you."

'Well there it goes', I thought to myself.  'I sound just
like an  idiot.  Why don't I just shot myself in the foot
now and get it over  with.  At least then he'd have some
sympathy for me.'

I looked at Malcolm expectantly but he didn't look like he
had even  begun to formulate an answer.  His face had the
most exasperated look  on it that I had ever seen on him. 
'Uh oh', I thought to  myself, 'this doesn't look good.'

Malcolm then seemed to visibly gather himself.  "Permission
to speak  freely sir?" he asked.

'This doesn't sound good either', I thought.  "Go ahead
Malcolm"

"You big bloody idiot!  Just what are you thinking telling
me this  now?"  Malcolm all but shouted at me.

'Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap' I thought to myself.  'This is
going to  suck like the vacuum of space.'  I couldn't bear
to look at him any  more as I visualized all my hopes
dropping down into a giant black  hole.

"Jonathan, you have got to be the dumbest git on the face of
the  planet."

As soon as I heard him use my name, my head came up so fast
I almost  gave myself whiplash.  Malcolm never used my name
of his own accord,  usually I have to directly order him to
use it, and even then it is  under duress.  Suddenly I had a
glimmer of hope.

"You take your leave time before pretty much anyone else,
and then  just before I have to go, you come to me with
this.   We could have  coordinated our schedules to be able
to spend all that time together,  but no!!!  I ought to tell
you to sod off just to spite you, you big  lummox."

By now, thoughts were whirling through my brain at light 
speed.  "Does this mean you would consider it?"  I could
barely get  the words out.

"Of course I would, did you honestly think I would say no? 
God, what  have you been thinking?  I have been waiting for
you to be able to  have the time to notice me and how much
attention I have been giving  you.  With everything we had
to accomplish, I know there was no real  opportunity.  But
things have changed and now we do.  Now that we are  clear
on that, I get to do something I have wanted to do for a
long,  long time."

"Stand up Jonathan, if you are going to proposition me,
you'll do it  on your feet."

I got up as quick as I was able, considering I was still in
shock at  how fast my assumed disaster was turning around. 
I was thrilled  beyond measure at his words.  Then I saw
Malcolm slowly stepping up  to me.  He had the most
predatory look in his eyes I had ever seen,  sort of how
when Porthos was intent on finding the cheese I had  hidden
for him.  Only now I was the cheese and I was being hunted.

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.  Don't 
disappoint me." 

No pressure, I thought.  He proceeded to reach up to my
uniform, grab  a hold of it and pulled my head down to his. 
He then started to kiss  me, slowly and lightly, as if
testing the waters.  At first, I almost  didn't know how to
respond. I had to get over my initial shock at how  this was
Malcolm kissing me, Malcolm being the aggressive one.  After 
a few precious seconds, he started to pull away, as if he
was  suddenly unsure if he had done the right thing or not. 
Once it got  through my fogged brain that Malcolm might be
as nervous as I was, I  figured I better get with the
program.  Right away!

I reached up with my hands and gently held his face in them
and then  began to start up where he left off.  Just gently
kissing his lips,  feeling where and how we fit together. 
He responded, tentative  still.  I noticed a small thing;
his scent was clean and slightly  spicy.  I let my tongue
slide out and just lightly taste his lips.   He tasted
faintly like curry and cinnamon.  His mouth then opened and 
his tongue came in contact with mine.  We just went on with
this,  exploring and tasting each other a bit at a time,
savoring the  experience and the slowness of it all.  At
some point in all this,  one of us let out a small moan of
pleasure.  As if that was a signal,  it was like a switch
got thrown and we couldn't get enough of each  other. We
were suddenly kissing each other so hard I was afraid we 
would break teeth.  My hand had a death grip in his hair at
the back  of his head and his arms around my middle were
holding me so tight he  could have snapped my spine.  I
couldn't get enough of him.  Our  tongues, so gentle before
were now fighting with each for dominance.   We went on like
this with no recognition of anything else in the  world,
like air.  One of us would pull away just a little, grab a 
lungful of oxygen and then plunge back in.  We held on to
each other  like we were the last thing in the world, like
we were trying to  merge our bodies into one.  Even though
Malcolm is smaller than I, he  more than matched me in
passion.  He certainly gave back as good as  he got.

Finally the initial fever seemed to die down and we slowly
came out  of our mutual haze.  I looked at Malcolm with new
eyes; like this was  the first time I had ever seen him.  He
looked incredibly sexy, in a  disheveled, kissed silly sort
of way.  Only God and Malcolm knew what  I looked like.  He
looked me straight in the eye and said "Well you  certainly
didn't disappoint me."  I chuckled softly to myself and we 
leaned into each other, our foreheads touching, our hands
holding  onto each other still.  Not desperately like before
but more like we  were resting for the next round.

Then from out of the blue we both distinctly heard an "uh-
hem,  excuse me gentlemen" coming from the doorway. 
Standing at the  entrance to the room was Trip, with the
biggest shit-eating grin I  have ever seen on him.  "I hate
to break this up, and I really do  mean that I hate to break
you guys up, but Malcolm, our shuttle  leaves in 15 minutes. 
I came to find you and let you know.  I'm glad  you two
finally decided to stop dancing around each other and get 
down to it.  I take it that is what you have decided to do,
isn't it?"

I gave him my best stern Captain look.  "Thank you for the 
announcement Trip, and yes, I believe we have decided it is
time we  did something about a relationship.   And that is
all I will say to  you.  Now if you would kindly buzz off,
then I can say a proper  goodbye to Malcolm.  I'll make sure
he gets to the shuttle on time."

Well if your 'goodbye' is anything like your 'hello' just
was, I may  need to carry Malcolm to the shuttle.  Don't be
late, ya hear?"  With  that he left and quietly shut the
door.

Through all this time, Malcolm and I still held onto each
other and  had never really let go.  He also hadn't said a
thing through the  whole exchange with Trip.  Surprisingly,
I think I was more  embarrassed by Trip's interruption than
he.  I looked directly at  him.   "Malcolm, I'm so sorry I
didn't say anything to you earlier  about all this.  I just
wasn't sure how you would react and I didn't  want to place
our working relationship in jeopardy." 

"That's all right for now.  Although when I think of the
time we  could be spending together...  You can make it up
to me with  that 'proper goodbye' and helping me get my
things to the shuttle.   You realize that now I am going to
miss you something awful."

"Now I do, and I'm going to miss you too.  I'll be pretty
much alone  here of all the crew for a while.  At the time
it felt like a good  idea, now I'm not so sure exactly what
I was thinking.  But I  promised you a proper goodbye, so…" 
With that I slowly began kissing  him again, just savoring
the experience of having him in my arms and  having him
agree to be in my life.  Malcolm responded with the single 
minded intensity that seems to be his trademark.  I have
never felt  so thoroughly yet gently kissed in all my life. 
Finally I had to  break it off. 

"We need to get you to the shuttle or Trip will never let
either of  us live this down.  He will hold it over our
heads till the day we  die."  Malcolm just nodded his silent
agreement and so off we went. 

I helped him carry his things to the shuttle bay and who was
there  but Trip with a gentle smile on his face.  "Don't
worry Jon; I'll  make sure he gets back safely."  Then he
disappeared through the  shuttle hatch.

"Goodbye Malcolm" I said simply.  "Make sure you enjoy
yourself, but  hurry back."

"I will, take care of yourself and see you soon" was the
equally  short reply.   Then just before he turned to the
shuttle, he reached  out and held my hand for a few seconds,
gave it a good squeeze and  then climbed into the shuttle. 

I watched them take off and then left the shuttle bay,
slowly making  my way back to my makeshift office.  I
certainly had a lot to think  about.

---

After his safe arrival groundside and then the trip to his
parents,  Malcolm and I talked every night.  The best thing
about being in  Earth orbit is that real time communication
was possible without  subspace equipment.  Malcolm was
basically just a comm. call away.   We talked about many
things, some of it not even all that important  or relevant,
just two people getting to know each other, slowly 
revealing all the little things that make a person tick. 
Sometimes  we didn't talk much at all.

Malcolm and I knew how our work lives related to each other
and had  that down to a fine art, but not how we would
interact on a more  intimate, equal basis.  I knew Malcolm
was dedicated, meticulous,  extremely good at what he does,
very private, and what I considered  to be a bit anal.  I
had first hand evidence of just how good on the  job Malcolm
was.  I would trust him to stand by me and I knew if need 
be, he would do whatever it took to keep me safe.  And I
would do the  same for him. The question was more about
whether we had what it took  to have an intimate
relationship as well as a working one.  Trusting  your life
to someone is one thing.  Trusting your heart to that 
person is another thing entirely.

So we continued to do our long distance talking.  Because
the repairs  were taking longer than expected, I managed to
wrangle another week  of leave out of Starfleet for
everyone.  With the extra time, Malcolm  decided at my
urging to spend some time with Trip and his family.   After
the time with his parents, from whom he was virtually 
estranged, Malcolm needed a more loving environment.  Trip's
family  was using the excuse of his visit to stage a giant
family reunion.   People were coming and going all over
their place.  Busy they might  be, but everyone in his
family was both extremely smart and very  loving.  Trip's
brains and his jovial demeanor hadn't come out of  nowhere. 
It would do Malcolm good to interact with other families 
and people that weren't afraid to show affection and love to
each  other.  Trip assured me that his family would look
after him and take  good care of him.  They were planning to
take another journey to 'the  Trench'- the giant scar in the
Earth from Florida to Venezuela where  the initial Xindi
attack had occurred, where they believed Trip's  sister had
died.  Somehow it was fitting that Malcolm be there for 
Trip, like he had done over a year ago on their first trip
to the  area.  It gave the both of them the chance to heal
and strengthen  their own friendship.

One night I had the chance to have a long talk with Trip as
well.  He  had known in an offhand way that I was attracted
to Malcolm.  He was  just surprised at the intensity of it. 
Well to be honest, so was I.

I had been an only child and my parents had died at an early
age, so  I had always depended on myself for most of my
emotional needs.  I  had my friends and my dog.  That
usually sufficed.  As I told Trip, I  was afraid that maybe
I didn't have what it took to be in a serious  relationship.
Look at how most of my other ones had ended up. He  listened
to me for a goodly while, thought a bit then said "Jon, 
we've been friends for over 10 years now.  If there is
anything I  know about you it is that if it is important
enough to you, you will  get it done, no matter what. 
Malcolm and I have been talking about  just this.  It is
obvious to me that the two of you care a great deal  about
each other, probably more than either of you realize, or
might  care to admit.  That's all you need." 

We eventually said good night to each other and I slept
peacefully.

---

Finally the day came for Malcolm and Trip to return to
Enterprise.   Just as they were some of the last to leave,
they were just about the  last to get back.  I manufactured
an excuse to get myself down to the  shuttle bay to welcome
them.  When you are the captain you can do  these things.

As the shuttle finally settled into its place and the bay 
pressurized, I realized that while I was nervous, it felt
good. I  didn't want to be taking any of this for granted. 
Finally I was able  to go up to the shuttle and wait for
them to get out.   Trip came out  first and he simply looked
at me and said "I brought him back safe  and sound, just
like I said.  I'll go relieve the shuttle controller  and
lock down the bay, that'll give you two a few extra minutes
to  say hello to each other."  With that he headed up to the
control room.

Waiting for Malcolm to come out of the shuttle with his
things, a  million thoughts raced through my head.  It was
like I was replaying  all our conversations at once.  As
soon as I saw him I thought 'I  want this guy.'  It wasn't
just attraction, desire, or missing him.   It was all that
and so much more.  I was falling in love with him.

With that, I went over to him and not caring in the least if
Trip or  anyone else saw us, we held each other and just
relaxed into each  other's arms.  When we finally kissed, it
was the sweetest thing in  my whole life.

"Welcome home, Malcolm.  Did you miss me?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did.  Terribly, I might add." 
The thrill  I felt at his words sent a tingle all the way
down to my toes.

"Well then, let me help you get your stuff back on board."

"Thank you very much…sir."  The last was said with a lilt
and a  little smirk on his face just to annoy me. Off we
went.

---

I thought that after having the repairs done and finally
getting  underway again, Malcolm and I would have more time
together.  I was  more than wrong.  Not only did I have to
oversee all the final  repairs, preparations, departure, and
subsequent diplomatic missions,  but Malcolm was hip deep in
training all the new members of his  security and tactical
teams.  His department had by far the most  turnover and new
crewmembers and it took more than his fair share of  time to
orient, train and become familiar with everyone.  We managed 
to see each other every day and get some private time, but
all too  often (for our tastes) it was limited to time we
could grab 'on the  run'.  We weren't happy with this
limited situation but that was the  reality of our shipboard
life.  While neither of us wanted to rush  our relationship,
it did get more than annoying.  We had decided that  we were
going to do some old fashioned courting.  We had dinner
dates  together, went to movie nights together (and hoped
that no one  thought it unusual that we were always together
for it).  Few things  in my experience were better than
being able to lock the door to the  small forward
observation lounge (being captain did have its  advantages),
snuggle on the couch and watch the stars go by.  We even 
got to spend a night together- too bad it was stuck
overnight in a  downed shuttle pod with two other crewmen
and crappy weather.  Not a  very comfortable way to spend a
night with the man you're hot for.   Nobody got any sleep
that night- and not in a good way.

After almost a month of this however, I felt it was time to
start  pushing the envelope a little.  Plus I was getting as
horny as hell …  and god damn it I wanted him so badly I
could taste it.  Up to this  point, we hadn't really had the
chance to be explicitly sexual  together yet.  Lot of
kissing and making out but nothing more hard  core.  So once
again I decided I better be courageous and ask him to  stay
the night.  Looking at our schedules, I saw we were both
free  from noon to mid morning of the next day, in 2 days,
even though I  would have to start a little earlier than he. 
After arranging for a  special dinner for that night with
Chef, I headed to the Armory to  talk with Malcolm.  He had
been working extra shifts almost every day  to cover all the
work but should be done soon.  It was almost shift  change
as well, so hopefully most the people in the armory would be 
gone. 

I was in luck, I noted coming through the door.  There was
Malcolm  all by himself, working at one of the consoles.  He
didn't even need  to look up to know it was me. "It was
almost end of shift time so I sent everyone off and told
them  I'd hold the fort till gamma shift came on." 

So like him to let everyone else off and keep working.

I sauntered over to him and gave him a quick smooch. 
Normally we  didn't do things like that when others might be
around.  We had  decided very early on to keep our
relationship as discreet as we  could manage.  The fact that
he accepted it without any protest told  me just how
deserted the armory was and how tired he was.  I moved 
around behind him and slowly began to rub his shoulders and
neck,  trying to massage the tension out of them.  Malcolm
let out a quiet  sigh of pleasure and slowly sank back as my
hands worked.

"You know Jonathan," I still was always thrilled when he
used my  name.  Unless we were in private, I was always
'Sir'  or 'Captain'.  "Trip already knows about us, and has
been really good  about not spreading it all over the ship. 
I wanted to ask you what  you thought, and if it would be
alright if I confided in Travis and  Hoshi.  We have gotten
to be good friends over the last year or two  and I am
trying to do more to share the good things that happen to me 
with my friends."

I was momentarily speechless.  For Malcolm to even
contemplate  telling people about our relationship was a
major milestone. After a  certain point, I didn't really
care who on the ship knew, but Malcolm  very much did.  He
is usually so private you have to pry things out  of him
with a crowbar, and even then it helps if you use dynamite. 
I  was so happy he had decided to share this with his
friends.  And it  fit in so well with what I wanted to ask
him.

"Of course you can, I think it would be great.  They're your
friends  and friends share things.  Look at me and Trip, we
somehow manage to  tell each other just about everything.  I
think I realize just how  much this means to you Malcolm and
I can't begin to tell you how  proud I am of you and how
honored I am."  Malcolm gave me a brilliant  smile in
response and nodded his agreement.   Then I went into my 
suggestion. "We both have Thursday evening and part of the
next morning off,  right?  How about dinner that night, my
cabin, just the two of us?"

"That sounds like a great idea to me.  An entire evening
with nothing  to do but be together, that would be bloody
wonderful."

"How about you bring your toothbrush with you.  Maybe…. Stay
the  night?  I asked tentatively.  I still wasn't sure just
how fast to  push things with Malcolm.

With that, Malcolm turned around and looked me.  His eyes
had a gleam  in them like searchlights.  He just said "yes"
and then stood up,  turned us around, and leaned me against
the control console he had  been using.   A flick of two
switches and the console powered down  and then I heard the
locks of the armory door snap shut.  The next  thing I knew
I was being pushed back on to the slanted top of the 
console and my arms were suddenly full with a very amorous
armory  officer.  Who was proceeding to kiss me senseless
and feel me up  something fierce.  I couldn't believe how
turned on I got.  I  absolutely love it when he gets
aggressive.  Malcolm's hands were all  over me and when he
started to squeeze my ass I thought I was going  to come
right then and there.  I got so carried away, I wasn't even 
aware of how much I was responding to him.  I was moaning
and my  hands moved as much over him as his did with me. 
With most of my  weight on the console, I pulled my legs up
and wrapped them around  his middle.  I started to get hard,
really hard and then Malcolm  shoved his tongue down my
throat again.  At that point I totally lost  myself.  I
couldn't form a coherent thought to save my life and my 
body just took over with no input from my brain.  I shifted
my legs  so that my groin was in contact against his, and
then rotated my hips  so that my ass was rubbing and pushing
flat against his dick.  God it  felt good.

Suddenly I realized just what type of position I was in. 
And  wondered what Malcolm must think of me.  And how
totally embarrassed  I was!  Malcolm could sense that
something had changed.  He  disentangled us enough to look
at me quizzically.  By now, my whole  face and neck were
flaming red.  "I'm sorry Malcolm, but I really  need to get
back to the Bridge."  Malcolm looked at our groins and  saw
our mutual arousal, noted our positions and how red my face
was.

"There is nothing wrong with being on the bottom at times,
Jonathan.   It can be quite fun." 

"I know."  I stammered.  And believe me; I do know how much
fun it  can be.  I just wanted him to find out this little
tidbit about me in  a little more controlled environment
where I could have a bit more  dignity.  Not like some
horny, hormone ridden teenager.  I might as  well have
dropped my pants, turned around and shoved my ass in the 
air, and stuck a note on it saying 'Do Me'.  I got up and
adjusted  myself with as much dignity as I could manage and
my uniform with as  much concealment as it would give.  Then
I said goodbye to Malcolm  and literally fled out of the
room.  I didn't stop till I got back to  my quarters and
finally closed the door.

"Well, that was embarrassing!"  I muttered to myself.

---

"Well, that was interesting!  I muttered to myself.

'Why would Jonathan be so embarrassed?' thinking to myself.  
'I  can't believe that he thinks either of us is a virgin
when it comes  to being with another man, and what that
entails.  We've both  admitted being involved with other men
before.  Was I too  aggressive? - no, that hasn't been a
problem either.'

'Is he worried that I'll think less of him for acting like
he wants  me?  I do have the reputation of being a stickler
for rules and  proper behavior, and deservedly so.  When you
grew up with my father,  proper behavior from officers was
of paramount importance.  There is  an image to uphold, and
Reeds' are very much about image.  I guess  that now I don't
care so much about image.  To non humans, no matter  what we
do we must all look strange.  With all I've seen and had to 
do, my father would have a stroke.  And a heart attack. I've
just now  found something more important than image, better
than being obsessed  with proper behavior.'

I can understand Jonathan probably being more than a bit
confused by  my recent aggressiveness.  It is not really in
keeping with how I  have previously come across.  I guess
when we all survived our  mission to the Expanse and saved
Earth; I had a chance to really look  at my life.  I wasn't
too pleased with some of what I saw, especially  when it
came to my personal life.  One of my big issues was just how 
I felt, or rather how much I felt about our good captain.  I
have  always thought that associating with my superiors
would be  detrimental to my career.  I was brought up pretty
rigidly that way.   You just never knew what could happen. 
Then I had Trip Tucker as my  immediate superior, who
certainly doesn't stand on any ceremony.   Just the opposite
in fact; he likes to bring everyone to a level  playing
field.  I cannot believe the arguments over ship's resources 
I have gotten into with him.  I would never have done that
in the  past with a superior officer. But Trip seems to
relish the  interaction and interplay.  He has actually
become my friend, more to  me than just a superior.

In some ways the captain is even worse for me.  He makes a
point of  trying to interact with all his crew.  He solicits
our opinions.  He  invited me to breakfast once and I just
froze up, I was so nervous.    I must have come across as
one big uptight git.  I certainly wasn't  fit company.  
With that Romulan mine, he should have left me pinned  on to
the hull, cut me loose and saved the ship.  And I told him
so  in no uncertain terms.  I even tried to force his hand
by pulling my  air hose.  I am so grateful that he saved me
with that last ditch  idea, but I should have been
disciplined at least for my actions and  words.  But he did
nothing except hold me, comfort me, and encourage  me to
hang on while Phlox had to work on getting that damned spike 
out of my leg.  I didn't understand it.

Now, when just before I went on my leave, Jonathan told me
how he  felt about me, it all made sense.  What I never told
him then is that  I had long ago started to be attracted to
him.  He is tall, handsome,  talented, totally in command,
dedicated to his crew, and just plain  sexy.  And I've been
involved with enough men to recognize at least  that much. 
When he came back for me in the caverns on Terra Nova, I 
was never so happy in my life.  Unfortunately, an attraction
to my  captain was the last thing I needed or wanted in my
life.  But there  he was chipping away at my resolve despite
himself, and there I was  slowly falling for him.  Just when
I thought he may be attracted to  me too and that maybe it
wouldn't be a total disaster to do something  about it, the
Xindi attacked.  Everything not directly related to  saving
our home planet fell by the wayside.  Then when we finally 
prevailed and I had the time to look at everything we
accomplished, I  found I had no one really to share it with. 
I knew I had to make  some changes in my life.

When Jonathan finally told me how he felt, at first I was
stunned,  then relieved, then thrilled, then angry that he
didn't tell me  sooner- all in about 10 microseconds.  For
once in my life, I didn't  think myself to death or act like
a slave to expectations, I just  reacted.  The rest so far
has been way more pleasant to say the  least, and far less
troublesome than I could have ever envisioned.   Jonathan
has been so sweet and patient with me it takes my breath 
away.  I love being with him.  I want him and for whatever
reason, he  wants me.   I'm not going to let anything get in
the way of that,  including myself.  When he suggested that
we finally have the chance  to sleep together, I wanted to
take him right then.  I think he may  have been a little
freaked by my aggressiveness and his response to  it as
well.  Hopefully he hasn't changed his mind.  I'll just have
to  make sure he doesn't.  The fantasies that have been
flying through my  head, I can't begin to tell.

So after I was finally relieved, I left the armory, grabbed
some  dinner and had a talk with Travis.  We had planned to
spend dinner  together so not wanting to waste any time and
striking while the iron  was hot, I told him about me and
Jonathan.  After listening in  silence to my whole story, he
told me flat out that he wasn't  surprised.  He had noticed
that something was going on between  Jonathan and me, but he
wasn't sure what.  He had hoped that we were  getting
together.

With that task done I went to my cabin to put my plan into
action.  I  gathered up the few supplies I would need, put
them in a little carry- all and went to knock on Jonathan's
cabin.

When Jonathan opened the door and saw it was me, he started
to  stammer out an apology.  I put my finger on his lips to
quiet  him.  "Jonathan, you have nothing to apologize for. 
I'm certainly  not worried about it.  I realize my recent
behavior may be a bit  startling to you considering how I
have come across in the past.  I  do want you to know how
appreciative I am.  I am also quite looking  forward to
dinner with you Thursday and then afterwards.  So I made  up
this little kit here."  I held up my carry bag.

"What's in this?"  Jonathan asked.

"Just my toothbrush, like you asked me.   Plus a few other
necessary  things that I will need the next morning, like a
clean uniform and  underwear.  I don't want to have to try
and get to my quarters early  the next morning unnoticed
just to get some clean clothes. I figure I  can use your
shaver if I need to.  And a few other things we might  need
for the two of us."

"What might that be?"  Jon asked me with a smirk on his
face.

With that I reached in and pulled out a rather large bottle
of lube  that I had.  He proceeded to get a slightly
apprehensive look on his  face.  "Not to worry Jonathan,
just something I felt we should have  handy, just in case,
you understand.  As a good eagle scout, I want  to be
prepared."  I wiggled my eyebrows at him for good measure.

"Malcolm, I don't think you have anything to worry about on
that  front.  I do have to admit I feel a little nervous, is
that silly or  what?"  He added with a slightly husky laugh.

"Not a bit Jonathan, I suddenly may not seem like it but I'm
nervous  too.  It'll be the first time for us, but I also
know it will be good  for both of us."  And I suddenly knew
that it would be.  For once in  my life I had no doubt as to
that.   "If you would be so kind as to put this away
somewhere till we need  it?  And now, as I have to get up
early in the morning, I am afraid  that I must bid you
goodnight.  I need to go to bed."  With that I  leaned up
and kissed him hard.  After pulling away reluctantly, I 
said goodnight, and headed back to my cabin.  Once I got
there, I  realized that I was going to need a cold shower in
order to get to  sleep any time soon.  A very cold shower.

---

I was so keyed up for the next two days, it was a wonder I
got  anything done.  I felt distracted enough that I was
worried about  accidentally ordering someone to blow up the
ship.  Fortunately, my  crew is smart enough to prevent it
if I had.  I holed up in my ready  room as much as I dared
to do unimportant paperwork in the hopes of  avoiding anyone
really getting a good look at how nervous I was.  I  don't
think it fooled Malcolm one bit and Trip gave me a few
strange  looks at times.  I bet Malcolm got a kick when he
realized that he  could turn me into a quivering puddle of
goo just by looking at me.

Finally Thursday evening came.  We agreed to have him come
about  1900.  An hour before that I was a nervous wreck,
trying to clean up  and decide what to wear.  After a
steward delivered dinner to my  cabin, I awaited Malcolm's
arrival.  I had managed to clean my  quarters so it was
presentable and put on some decent casual  clothes.  A nice
pair of black pants and a green shirt to accent my  eyes. 
At precisely 1900, my chime rang and there was Malcolm
dressed  in a very tight pair of good jeans and dark blue
shirt that  highlighted his eyes and made his skin tones
seem translucent.  I  just stood there looking at him in the
doorway.  My jaw hit the floor  and I started salivating
like Pavlov's dog.  I'm pretty sure I  started growling like
one too.  Damn, he is good looking.

"Can I come in?" he asked with a slight glint of amusement
in his  eyes.

"Of course" I replied, trying to sound cool and collected.

When the door shut Malcolm sauntered up to me like he didn't
have a  care in the world and just laid one on me.  It is
really unnerving to  have Malcolm, who everyone tends to
think is rather repressed come on  so strong.  Not that I am
complaining mind you, as long as I get to  reap the
benefits.  Having to be in command all the time can get a 
little boring, not to mention strenuous.  So it is quite a
relief at  times to be able to have Malcolm take the lead,
especially when he  does it so well.  Nerves be damned, I
had to tell myself- this is  Malcolm, and we are having
dinner together, just like we have in the  past.  The
difference is that this is a dinner with distinct 
possibilities afterwards, and more than just possibilities
if I have  anything to say about it.

"Are you hungry?  Dinner certainly looks good.  I think you
may need  to eat soon to keep your strength up" I smirked.

"Yes, it smells absolutely delicious.  I believe I could eat
now.   There is plenty that I want to make sure can stay up"
he replied with  a leer.

Suddenly I couldn't keep it in anymore and just burst out
laughing.   After a second or two Malcolm joined in with me. 
Turns out that it  was just what I needed to dissipate my
nerves.  We wrapped our arms  around each other and
proceeded to give each other a proper  greeting.  After
finally coming up for air, I indicated the set table  with
the covered dishes.  With a formal bow I pulled a chair out
for  Malcolm, I was the host after all, sat him and
proceeded to pour  glasses of wine.

Dinner with Malcolm was a delightful affair.  In marked
contrast to  when we had breakfast together that first time,
which had been a  total disaster, we felt much freer with
each other and could  concentrate on enjoying our time
together.  I firmly believe that  going slow with our
budding relationship had helped make it easier  for both of
us.  Dinner was a wonderful combination of fun, good 
conversation, sexual tension, and the frisson of
anticipation.   Finally after we were finished eating I did
a very quick cleanup and  then turned to Malcolm and
suggested snuggling on the couch with a  movie.  For an
answer, Malcolm grabbed our wine glasses and set them  on a
side table, kicked off his shoes and proceeded to take up
the  whole couch. 

When I noted this I said "Okay, just where am I supposed to
sit?"

"Why, right on my lap, of course" was the reply.

"Malcolm, I am a bit bigger than you, I don't think it would
be very  comfortable for you after even a short while."

"Don't underestimate me Jonathan; I'm tougher and stronger
than I  look.  I think I can handle you for a goodly while
if I have to."

Now there was an opening if I ever heard one.  "I'll just
bet you  can.  As a matter of fact, I'm counting on it." 
With that, I  proceeded over to the couch and with one leg
bent, rested my knee on  the cushion.  I kept my other foot
on the floor and managed to align  myself so I was sitting
on his lap but with little of my actual  weight on him.

"How is this?  Comfortable?"  I asked and then bent down to
kiss him  tenderly.

"Just wonderful" he murmured softly and scooted up slightly
so he  wouldn't have to stretch so much to kiss me back. 
Kissing Malcolm  was like swimming languorously in a warm
pool.  You can jolly well  take your time and relax into it. 
My hands had reached up to cup his  face and then slowly
slid down his body, just touching him and  feeling out the
'lay of the land' as it were.  Malcolm was just as  slowly
doing the same.  Trapped beneath me, he didn't have the
reach  I had but did just fine anyway.  The tempo and heat
started building  up between us.  My tongue was exploring
his mouth and then began a  journey south of there.  I
started licking and sucking my way down  his chin and to his
throat, then detoured over to his ear.  When I  reached that
sensitive little area just behind it Malcolm started 
moaning and gave little gasps of pleasure.  Noting the
location for  future reference, I returned to his mouth and
neck. 

While I was doing this, Malcolm had been working on my shirt
buttons,  sneakily getting them undone one at a time.  I
didn't really notice  till he started trying to get my shirt
off my shoulders and arms.   Sitting up a little I decided
that turn about is fair play and   worked his shirt snaps
undone, loosened it away from him and then I  ran my hands
over his chest and behind to his back.  Malcolm doesn't 
have a lot of chest hair but he is all muscle and sinew. 
His skin  was this luscious shade of pale alabaster just
made for running your  tongue up and down it.  So that's
what I did.  I had him raise his  arms up so I could get his
shirt all the way off him, and then worked  mine off me as
well. I took my time, teasing him with it and his  hands
were roaming up and down my sides and chest.  He started 
licking my chest and when his tongue hit one of my nipples,
I gasped  loudly and leaned into him for further
stimulation.  He soundly  licked and nipped at both my
nipples then, driving me crazy.  Sinking  a little on to his
lap I could feel his dick getting harder.  I moved  my groin
against his to get a little more contact and friction going 
and Malcolm started to make little sounds of pleasure that
turned me  on more.  I figured 'what the hell- he knows I
like it' and did my  little trick of rotating my hips so his
dick was rubbing against my  ass and Malcolm shifted himself
slightly to help us get better  contact.  I could feel his
dick sparking pleasure throughout my  body.  Then I felt
more of him.  'Whoa, this bears further  investigation' I
thought. 

Lifting myself slightly off him I said "Bear with me for a
minute  here Malcolm and just humor me."  Malcolm gave me an
expectant look  but held steady.  I got up and stood in
front of him and took off my  shoes.   Then I held my hand
out to him to help him stand up.  With  that accomplished I
ran my hands up and down his flanks, working his  nipples a
little.  He closed his eyes and leaned into me a little 
more and just whispered "Jonathan".  Then I moved my hands
down to  his groin and grasped his very erect penis, rubbing
gently.  I was  more than surprised by how full my hands
were.  I started licking his  neck again and worked my way
down his body till I was kneeling in  front of him.  My eyes
were right at his waist level and I started to  undo his
pants.  By this time, Malcolm was breathing quite heavily 
and put his hands on my shoulders and ran them through my
hair.  I  finally got his pants down and began to tongue his
dick through his  underwear.  If I thought he was hard
before, I got a bigger surprise  now.  I pulled down his
underwear, saw what I was faced with and  looked up at
Malcolm with awe.  "Hot damn" was all I could say.

With Malcolm fully erect now my only thought was 'my god, he
is  hung!'  And he was.  He wasn't porn star gigantic, but
he was big;  certainly bigger than me.  I found that I was
actually a little  thrilled by that.  I liked the fact that
it gave me more to play  with.  I was also a little daunted
but figured that some things you  just never quite forget
how to do, like riding a bike or blow  jobs.  "Hang on
Malcolm" was all I managed to get out before I went  down on
him, taking as much of him as I could get in my mouth and 
down my throat.  Malcolm bucked hard against me with a very
loud cry,  almost totally gagging me.  He managed to control
himself enough to  not hurt me but after a very short time
his size had me rethinking my  original strategy.  Releasing
him, I slowly pushed him back onto the  couch but with his
crotch where I could easily get at it again.  A  few quick
tugs and his pants and underwear were off.  Then to make 
sure we were both equal, I stood up and took off the rest of
my  clothes as well.

I was so hard it almost hurt and leaned in to Malcolm for a
long  kiss.  He started to feel my dick and balls, slowly
working them and  it was all I could do to maintain my
original intent.  Dropping back  down to my knees I tried it
again with him.  Now that I knew what I  was facing, I could
concentrate on relaxing my throat muscles and was  able to
get more of him down.  I could do it, but just barely.  I 
worked as much of the shaft of his penis as I could, paying
special  attention to the head of his dick.  I licked the
sides with my tongue  and nipped very gently all up and
down.  By now, Malcolm was moaning  loudly and starting to
thrash around.  His hands had never left my  hair and were
starting to clutch spasmodically.   In between his  moans of
pleasure, I was hearing "please Jonathan, oh god, I want 
you."  

After continuing with this, working him for several
more  minutes, I figured it was time for the big finish.  I
took as much of  him as I could handle and began to suck on
his dick in earnest.   Malcolm's moans shifted upward in
volume and his fingers began to  grip the sofa fabric
desperately.  With a strangled cry and yelling  my name, he
bucked once and then went rigid, all his muscles  locking. 
He came like a torrent and it was hard to swallow it all 
with my throat so full with him.  I managed however to get
most of  it, with just a little dribbling down my chin. 
Slowly releasing him  I felt Malcolm just sink into the
couch with a contented sigh.  I  wiped off my mouth and gave
him a big smile. 

"Did you like that?  I can try it again if I didn't get it
right."  I  asked with a wiggle of my eyebrows.

Malcolm gave me a short laugh.  "No, that was bloody
wonderful.  Who  knew that our good captain had such hidden
talents?"

"Not as hidden as yours," I said with snort, glancing down
to his  crotch.  "If people knew just what you're packing,
they'd be lined up  down the corridor."

"That may well be, however I am rather selective in just who
gets to  find out and sample the wares."

"Well that's good, otherwise I'd never even make it in the
door,  there'd be so many people waiting."

"Quite right, and now I believe it is your turn my good
sir."

With that Malcolm got up and maneuvered me to the bed,
bidding me lay  down and get comfortable.  Who was I to say
'no' to someone so  polite?  As I lay down, Malcolm was
looking at me with appreciation  in his eyes.  "You are so
absolutely stunning."  He said.  With that  he proceeded to
lick, nip, and suckle every inch of my chest and  hips.  I
was gasping and moaning before he worked his way down to my 
overheated cock. Once he started in on that, I had to bite
my lip to  keep myself quiet.  Then he stopped.

"What?" I said stupidly, looking very forlorn at him.

"I'm not stopping here."  Malcolm replied.  "I just want you
to roll  over."

"Oh."  So I proceeded to turn myself over onto my stomach
and get  settled.   Malcolm then went right back to where he
left off, just this time it  was down my back.  When he
began to nip at my butt, I really started  squirming and
letting him know my appreciation.  After Malcolm played 
with my buttocks for a little while, I was panting just like
Porthos  and sweat was running down my face.  "Buck up
Jonathan, I think  you'll like this" - I heard just before
he parted my ass cheeks and  dove in, licking up and down
the cleft of my ass.  When his tongue  hit the sensitive
area of my anus, I had to shove my face into the  pillow to
muffle my scream.  After about only 10 seconds of this I 
was yelping like mad and my hips were bucking up and down. 
My dick  was rubbing against the pillow I had put under my
hips and that just  intensified the sensation.  Malcolm had
to put some muscle into it,  holding my hips to help me stay
down so as not to dislocate his jaw.   At this point, verbal
coherency was out the airlock- "Oh god!" was  about all I
could get out.

Malcolm finally stopped his assault and gently rolled me
over again.   My head was swimming and I think my eyes were
crossed.  He slicked up  a finger with some saliva and
started teasing the entrance to my ass  and then took my
whole length into his mouth. While he was sucking on  me,
his finger began probing my butt and slowly worked its way
in.   Once in, his finger started gently feeling around. 
Then it started  rubbing against my prostate.  I suddenly
gasped and stopped  breathing, then I came with a shout. 
Being the trooper that he is,  Malcolm managed to swallow it
all down, continuing to suck on my dick  and driving me
crazy in the process.  When he finally stopped, I  collapsed
back on the bed and waited for my heart to stop pounding.

With a contented sigh, Malcolm eased himself down next to me
and  stretched out full length on the bed.  "Well, that
certainly was a  response.  I didn't realize you were so
verbal, Jonathan.  Who knew  that our calm, collected
captain could yell so loud."

"What do you expect with you going at me like that?  And if
I recall,  you weren't so quiet yourself there mister."

"Just trying to make sure you could hear my appreciation,
that's all."

"They probably heard your appreciation on the next deck. 
It's a good  thing I had the sound proofing checked
recently."  I said with a  laugh.

We just continued to lie next to each other and let our
hands roam as  they willed. We were stroking, kissing,
reveling in touching and  being touched by the other.  We
must have dozed a bit as well.  When  I looked at the clock
next it was over an hour later.

I started to nuzzle up against Malcolm again and remembering
that  sensitive spot behind his ear, I started to suck on
his ear lobe.   After working his ears and mouth with my
tongue, I started to work  his nipples.  Malcolm has such
sensitive ones that in short order, I  had him gasping
again.  But with an "oh no you don't", Malcolm  slipped from
my grasp and settled in on top of me.  From his vantage 
point he started to kiss me all over and ground his hips
into mine.   That got him going and he grew hard again.

"Now it's my turn Jonathan Archer.  You are mine to do with
what I  want, and don't you forget it."  He said with mock
seriousness.   After that statement though, his features
softened and he looked at  me earnestly.  "Jon, I want to
ask how you want this.  I want it to  be wonderful for you. 
What should I do?"

I swallowed convulsively and gathered my feelings to make a
reply.  I noticed that as we got to know each other more,
Malcolm used shorter  versions of my name.  In public, I was
'Sir' or 'Captain'; in private, I was 'Jonathan'; in the
most intimate moments, I was 'Jon'.  It was a good gauge to
tell how he was feeling about me.  Now was the time to put
it on the line.

"Malcolm, I want you inside me.  I want to see you making
love to  me.  I want to see your face and kiss you and come
shouting your name while you are coming inside me.  I want
you so bad and I want you now."

"Well then Jon, just lie back again and tell me where you
put my carry bag from the other day," he said with a big
smile on his face and lights dancing behind his eyes.

"Um, the lube is in the drawer right next to the bed.  I
wanted to have it handy…just in case."

"Good thinking."  And then he reached over, opened the
drawer and pulled out the bottle.  "Now just relax.  I
won't hurt you.  I'll make sure you feel really good."

"I know Malcolm, I trust you."

With that, he gently kissed me and shifted himself to my
side so he had easy access, but could see my reactions and
work on me at the same time.  Opening the lube, he squeezed
a very generous amount on his fingers and moved his hand
down to my nether regions to prep me.  I have to admit, I
was awfully dubious as to my ability to take him, Malcolm
was bigger than I had anticipated and it had been a long
time since I had done this.  But I told him the truth, I
really did want him inside me so much and I was damn well
going to give him my all.  I pulled my legs up slightly to
allow him easier access.

Malcolm slowly inserted a finger in my butt and made sure it
had plenty of lube in there.  After playing with me a
little, he pulled it out, lubed it up again and reinserted
it.  Making sure I was doing  okay, he slowly inserted a
second finger.  That got me going all over again.  My
breath started to come in little puffs, in and out,
especially when he started to work his fingers around in
there.  How could anyone not like this, I thought.  I was
starting to feel heavenly.  Still more lube followed and
then a third finger found its way inside me.  Malcolm
leaned over and kissed me firmly.  "How are you doing, Jon?
he asked.

"Bloody well brilliant as I believe you would say," I panted.
I had started to move my hips to get him deeper inside me,
humping myself onto his fingers as they worked my ass.  I
had gotten hard again and Malcolm was using his other hand
to gently stroke me as he worked his fingers in me.  I had
started sweating again as well.  "Oh god Malcolm, I want
you," I gasped plaintively.  One more trip with his 
fingers to get in some extra lube and Malcolm kissed me hard
and got himself right behind my ass.  He was slathering
lube on his very hard penis and then he eased my legs up and
rested them on his shoulders.

"Okay, Jon.  Here we go.  Please tell me if it hurts and
I'll hold off.  Just breathe deep and relax."

With that he moved his dick to my anus and began to try and
press the head in.  At first there was resistance on my
body's part but I did  what he said and just breathed deep
and tried to relax.  Malcolm pushed gently but
irresistibly.  I could feel the head of his penis trying to
breach my opening.  Finally, with a sharp gasp from us 
both, it slipped in.  But with that I could feel my ass
starting to burn, pain flaring sharply.  I concentrated on
relaxing but it started to hurt too much.

"Malcolm, can you hold it there, just for a second or two?"
I said breathlessly. 

"Not a problem Jon, as long as it takes." 

After a little bit, the pain started to ease up, "Okay
Malcolm, just  take it slow."

"Good and slow Jon, nice and easy," he crooned at me,
trying to help  and giving me encouragement.  Malcolm slowly
and exquisitely entered  me.  When he was over half way in,
I felt like I was going to be split in half.  Damn he was
big.  Then the pain started in again and my breath started
catching.

"Jon... Jon, relax and breathe.  I'm going to pull out a
little."   With that, he started to withdraw a bit.

Then it was like I got my second wind and had him stop.
"Okay  Malcolm, let's try it again."  Once again he started
slowly filling me up.  Even though he was getting more and
more of his dick in me, the pain quietly ebbed and in its
place I felt the most wonderful warmth spreading through
me.  Finally Malcolm had all of his considerable length
sheathed in me.  I couldn't believe that I was able to take
all of him.  I looked at him with wonder in my eyes.  "You
feel absolutely fantastic.  Just take it slow at first."

"Your wish is my command, Jon."

Malcolm began moving his hips just a little.  The movement
was enough to make me gasp, but not in pain.  As I got used
to Malcolm's size inside me, the pleasure started to build.
Once he was convinced that I was okay and not being hurt,
he started thrusting in and out with a little more vigor.
I was grateful for all the lube he used in getting me
ready.  Malcolm shifted his position and rested more of his
weight on his arms so as to have better leverage.  As we
grew in confidence that I could handle him, he began to
increase the length and tempo of his strokes.  I was on the
train to heaven and Malcolm was my conductor.  My breaths
started coming in ragged gasps.  I had my hands on his hips
to encourage him to push deeper into me.  Malcolm was doing
a lot of the work but seemed up to the task.  He kept
saying how wonderful he felt and how great I was doing, just
to encourage me. 

Eventually even I was starting to feel just how close to the
edge he was getting and words were starting to fail him.
His moans got louder and harsher as he pushed harder into
me.  In between gasps he said, "Jon, I can't hold out much
longer.  I want to but I can't.  I love you so much."  He
was almost crying with his intensity.  With his words, my
eyes started to fill up too.  Malcolm saw that, began to
panic and stopped.  "Oh god Jon, I'm hurting you."

With the last of my concentration, I reached up and held his
face.  I had to fight to get the words out.  Looking at him
with as much fervor as I could give him I told him,
"Malcolm, don't stop or I'll kill you!  Fuck me, now!"

And he bent to it with a will, slamming harder and harder
into me.  His dick was rubbing my prostate at every thrust.
I could feel my whole body start to tremble and I knew I
wouldn't last long either.  Malcolm's breathing was coming
in great sobs, as if he couldn't get enough air.  He took a
momentary break to shift his position slightly and I took
advantage of it.  He had leaned back just a little so I
pushed my feet into the mattress, lifted my hips up and then
slammed myself down on his shaft already impaling me.  I
worked my hand free and was desperately stroking my own
erection.  Twice more I was able to shove myself down on
his dick and then, wailing like a banshee, I came, bathing
the whole front of me with cum.  My body seized up and my
ass muscles clamped down on Malcolm's cock buried inside me.
Malcolm thrust into me as hard as he could for several more
strokes and then he came with a shout.  I could feel him
get even a little larger as he spurted inside me, and I
swore he came so hard I could feel that too.

Malcolm collapsed on top of me, his arms finally giving out.
"Bloody  bu..." was all he could get out.  Both of us just
lay there, recovering, him on top of me.  I couldn't have
moved if the ship was on fire.  He was still partially in
me and it felt wonderful.  I felt like every cell in my
body was singing happily to each other, as if my brain was
positively swimming in endorphins.  Malcolm groaned and
tried to lift himself off me, but not succeeding.  His penis
did slip out of me though and I missed it immediately.  A
few twinges from down there managed to get through my
general happiness and my first thought was 'Oh am I gonna
be sore tomorrow.'  My second thought was 'who cares, it
was worth it'.

By now, he had managed to recover enough to lift his head
and look at me.  "I think I may need Trip to come by with a
screwdriver and tighten my joints; nothing seems to want to
work."  I knew how he  felt.  I haven't come that hard in
years and could still barely move.  Malcolm then tried to
at least slide off me.  I would have rather he stayed on
top of me, but it was probably more comfortable on the bed.
We kept as much of our bodies in contact as we could manage
with our hands touching each other everywhere we could
comfortably reach.

Eventually taking stock of the situation, we discovered we 
were both covered in a mix of sweat, saliva, lube, and cum.  
The sheets that weren't coated with it had been yanked off the
mattress.  The room reeked of sex.  This was way beyond the
concept of a 'wet spot' and we were gonna have to change
all the bedding if we were going to get any sleep.  Neither
of us felt like moving at that point, lost in each other and
our mutual bliss, but necessity eventually drove us to get
up, stumble to the bathroom and at least wash off the
debris.  We pulled  off the dirty sheets and shoved them
into a convenient corner, slapped a fresh one on the bed
with a blanket and lay back down with a collective groan.

We lay there, spooned against each other, my chest and front
up against Malcolm's back and my arm around his waist.  I
pulled the blanket up and we settled in to get some sleep.

"Malcolm, I can't begin to tell you how much this means to
me."

"I know Jon, being involved with you, being with you, and
tonight  have made me so happy I could just cry."

Then I remembered that in the heat of our passion, Malcolm
said that  he loved me.  If I can ask that Malcolm be more
open about expressing  his feelings, I have to be honest
with mine.  "Oh and Malcolm?" 

"Yes?"

"I love you too."

"Thank you Jon, for everything."

"You're welcome.  But you did most of the work tonight, I
should be  thanking you."

"Not bad for the first time.  I'm sure we'll do better
though.  How  about we try it again tomorrow?"

"Works for me.  Good night, Malcolm."

With a contented sigh, we fell asleep in each others arms.

---

The turbo lift arrived at the Bridge and Malcolm was finally
able to  remove the big grin off his face, or at least he
hoped so.  After the  night he had last night, he didn't
believe that anything would have  topped it.  But this
morning, after waking at 0800, which was  sleeping in for
him, he found Jon was up already with breakfast in  bed for
him.  It was just the Mess Hall usual but Jon had remembered 
to bring peanut butter for his pancakes.  After having a
very messy  but romantic breakfast with lots of shared food
silliness, they had a  make-out session that still had him
feeling breathless and incredibly  horny.  Who knew that the
captain could be so inventive with his  tongue?  Because of
it, Jon had been slightly rushed to get to his  shift on the
bridge. Malcolm had another hour before he had to report  so
when Jon had hurried off, he did a little cleaning up, not
just of  the breakfast dishes but also the debris of a night
of passion, the  likes of which he had never experienced
before.

Going to his Tactical station on the bridge, he felt like he
was  moving light as feather and ready to take on the world. 
Seating  himself, he had noted that only Trip in the
Captain's chair, Hoshi at  Comm, and Travis at the helm were
on the Bridge.  With Enterprise  stationary in space to
study a nearby stellar nursery at the special  request of
the Vulcan Science Academy, T'Pol and all the science  geeks
were working overtime on the scientific data gathering and 
going into fits of ecstasy over all their findings.  They
were using  most of the sensor and computing capacity of the
ship so there was  little for even a skeleton bridge crew to
do.

"So good of you to join us lonely souls up here,
Lieutenant", drawled  Trip.  "And what put that spring in
your step Mr. Happy-face?" 

"What?" was my intelligent reply.  Apparently I hadn't been
as  successful as I thought at schooling my expression.

"Malcolm, you actually skipped when you went over to your
station,  and your face has a smile so wide it could block
the turbolift door.   I was just curious as to what could
possibly have gotten into you to  make you so perky."   I
gave Trip what I hoped was my best blank  stare, but started
to feel like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Maybe he just had a good night." said Hoshi with a smile on
her face

"Could be.  Anyway, the captain was up here a bit ago to
keep us  company but he had to go to sick bay and see Dr.
Phlox.  He was  talking about a sore back …or sore
something."  That got my attention  fast.

"He was havin' a very hard time sittin' down in his chair
here, kept  fidgetin' and squirmin', saying how he just
couldn't get  comfortable.  Malcolm, you wouldn't by any
chance know of any reason  why he'd be sore do ya?"  Trip
said this whole little exchange with a  slight smirk to his
features.

By the end of it, I could feel my ears start to pink up. 
Damn my  pale skin tones, it showed extremely early if I was 
embarrassed.  "No, I don't have any idea what problem the
captain  could have."

"Well, you were with the captain at least earlier in the
evening  having dinner with him weren't you?"  By now,
Travis and Hoshi were  looking in my direction; both had the
strangest look on their faces,  almost like conspirators.

"Umm" was my equally intelligent reply.

"That's right, I was talking to Chef last night in the Mess
Hall and  he said that he was making a 'special dinner' for
the Captain and  someone else.  You told me several days ago
that you were having  dinner with the captain last night. 
How did it go?  Did he say  anything about not feeling 'up
to it'?" Travis asked.

"Uh, No, dinner was fine and the captain was just great
afterwards.   I mean we had a good time."   I could fell my
coloration turning  redder with every word I said.  "Um, I
mean he was fine when I left  him."

Hoshi then added her two cents worth.  "Is that the last you
saw of  him?  I stopped by your quarters last night about
2200 to return one  of your books I borrowed and get the
second in the series.  I rang  and rang your door chime but
you never answered.  I was beginning to  be worried about
you, as you say you are such a light sleeper."  

"I must have been sleeping more soundly than normal" I
replied a  little more tersely than usual.  Where were all
these questions  coming from?  Last night with Jonathan, I
had slept like the dead.

"I saw the captain coming through the mess hall earlier this
morning  after the usual breakfast rush and he was actually
humming to himself  when he said 'hi'.  Plus he was loading
his tray with an awful lot of  food.   He must have been
exerting himself really hard for him to be  that hungry." 
Travis all but snickered at the end of his little  speech.

"Maybe he was going to have breakfast with someone", replied 
Trip.  "But who could it have been?"  Trip looked directly
at me.

By now I'm sure that not only do all three of them more than
suspect  I indeed spent the night with the captain, but that
they are all in  on it teasing me.  I'm also sure that my
face was getting red enough  to totally give me away as
well.   "Just what are you asking Trip?"  I tried asking in
the blandest  tones I can manage.

"Nothing, just curious if you indeed spent the entire night
with the  captain going at it like rabbits, that's all."

Well I couldn't really deny it now could I?  Since I could
think of  absolutely nothing to reply to that, slack jawed
speechlessness was  my response.  My face at this point was
probably so red from  embarrassment that I'm not sure how it
kept from exploding.

"All right guys, that's enough teasing.  For now." 
Fortunately,  Travis intervened to help me.  Sort of.

"Good, it's no fun when it's this easy.  Malcolm, you need
to close  your jaw, we can see your tonsils from here.  And
relax; we're all  just glad for you and Jon.  We only tease
you because we care about  you, really we do.  And because
you are such an easy mark." With that, Trip came over and
looked at me with the biggest smile on  his face and hugged
me hard.  "Congratulations, Malcolm.  If you ever  need an
ear just to talk about stuff, let me know."

Travis came over and hugged me as well.  "Have fun you lucky
dog."

Hoshi came and kissed me on the cheek.  "Go get him, tiger."

With that each headed back to their respective stations and
to work.  I just sat there too shell shocked to make much
of a response to any of them.  I had never truly had
friends that would do this for me, be glad when good things
happened to me, except my sister.  Being accepted to this
degree was still a novel experience for me, at least it
seemed.  After a few minutes, I realized that ultimately, I
was so happy I could just burst.  I so seldom had truly
felt this in the past it took me awhile to recognize the
feeling.  How had I suddenly become so lucky?  To my
surprise, my eyes started to mist up and I had to wipe
them.  The other three noticed but said nothing.  Finally
I stated to no one in particular:  "It's good to have
friends."

"Amen," said Trip.

"Got that right," said Hoshi.

"You betcha," said Travis.

We all went back to work keeping the ship running.

---

The End