"The Merry Month"
Author: carol Author's Email: carol@w... Rating: NC-17 for Malcolm's
imagination (erring on the side of caution) Genre: Slash Warnings: Choking
hazard. Spoilers: Nary a one. Summary: Response to the Masturbation Month
challenge. Disclaimer: I don't own anything except two deranged cats and an
even more deranged imagination.
T*M Disclaimer: Enterprise, the series, concepts and characters, are the
property, copyright and trademark of Paramount/Viacom. No ownership or claim on
said property, copyright or trademark is made or implied by the use of these
characters in this story. This story is non-commercial, not for sale or profit,
and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes.
Comments: My first posted fic, and unbeta-ed. Please tell me if it's
dreadful.
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"I *beg* your pardon!" Malcolm Reed almost choked on his pancakes.
Travis Mayweather just grinned and handed him a padd.
"Planetary Masturbation Month on Kelakka. Says so right there Malcolm."
And so it did, Malcolm saw. However....
"This wouldn't be like the old boomer custom of throwing pudding at your
superior officers on Walpurgisnacht, would it?" he inquired suspiciously. It had
taken weeks to get the smell of chocolate out of his hair.
"Hell, Malcolm, I couldn't make this stuff up." Travis replied, "but if you
don't believe me....
Hey, Hoshi!"
"Yes?" Hoshi paused on her way out of the mess hall.
"Did you know the Kelakkans are celebrating Planetary Masturbation
Month?"
The linguist snorted. "Yeah. And this is different from the rest of the year
how exactly?"
"Someone's not getting any..." Travis teased. Hoshi punched him lightly on
the arm and continued on her way.
Travis turned back to Malcolm. "See?"
"Hmm. Well, I suppose it *could* explain why Commander Tucker's been such a
wanker lately..."
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And that had really been a stupid thing to say, hadn't it? Not only had he
spoken disrespectfully to a junior officer about a senior one, but the
accompanying mental image was really not one he ought to be contemplating in a
public place. No, not at all.
Picturing Trip Tucker in his blues was bad enough. But to imagine him sliding
them down, exposing an impressively proportioned cock (not that Malcolm had seen
it of course, but they'd been in decon together enough for him to get a pretty
good idea, and no, he really oughtn't to be thinking about *that* either....),
and to think about him stroking himself slowly, fondling his balls, sliding a
hand back behind them..... he really shouldn't be doing that.
And he certainly shouldn't be imagining the strokes getting faster in time
with Trip's breathing as he neared his climax.
But most especially he shouldn't be imagining Trip calling his name as he
came "Malcolm! God, Malcolm...."
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".....Malcolm? Malcolm?"
"Wha... Oh sorry commander, I, was, ah, woolgathering." Malcolm wondered if
his face could get any hotter without actually catching fire. How long had he
been sitting here, literally staring into space? Long enough for Travis to have
finished his breakfast and disappeared unnoticed anyway.
"Should have enough to knit a sweater with by now." Trip Tucker grinned down
at him, the peevish mood of the last few days having apparently dissipated at
last.
Malcolm managed a weak smile in response, before noting that Trip had neither
a tray nor a padd with him.
"Something I can do for you, sir?" he asked.
"Well, kinda - I wanted to ask you a favour, but I think it's something
you'll enjoy."
"Oh?". Malcolm took a bite of his stone-cold pancake in an effort to appear
casual.
"Yeah. I've been invited to a celebration by the Kelakkans and I thought you
might like to come with me."
This time Malcolm did choke.
Fortunately for him, he got the piece of pancake out of his throat before
Trip had to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre, which would, he decided, just about
have put the tin lid on things.
The concerned hand on his shoulder was bad enough, after all.
"You okay Malcolm? Hang on, I'll get you some water."
"Thank you." He took the proffered glass gratefully and drank it slowly, both
to avoid choking again and to postpone the rest of the conversation, but only
managed one out of two.
"Hey, I know I've been a bit....grumpy lately, but I didn't think you'd be
that surprised that I asked you to go somewhere with me."
"I, ah..."
"And I thought you'd enjoy the Weapons Exhibition at the Science Museum -
we'll have to put up with a stuffy tour guide, but apparently the primitive
Kelakkans had some really unusual daggers and stuff..."
"Weapons Exhibition?"
"Yeah. It's Planetary Munitions Month or somethin'. Malcolm? What's up?"
"Nothing commander." Which was a blatant lie, even now, but he wasn't about
to own up to that. " I'd be happy to accompany you of course. But if you'll
excuse me I just have to assign a couple of Ensigns to scrub the plasma conduits
before we leave...."
Blame It On The Chocolate is a
continuation of this story.
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Seven people have made comments
On 26 May 2004 at 11:35 AM Neo Getz said:
Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol Lol
i think thats enough Lol! wow funny 1
On 26 May 2004 at 09:50 PM Li said:
I think this needs a sequel, to find out what happens on the planet. Don't
you?
:D
On 27 May 2004 at 03:39 PM Daniel said:
Yehh. I choked a little~! Laughed enough to get funny looks from my parent
^-6
On 08 June 2004 at 06:14 PM Mallie said:
lol! Too funny!
On 09 June 2004 at 09:35 AM Ralf said:
Sequel! Sequel! WE DEMAND IT! WE NEED IT! but more importantly WE WAAANT
IT!!!!
On 12 June 2004 at 03:55 AM The Libran Iniquity said:
Very funny ^^
On 17 June 2004 at 08:05 AM cat said:
omg when are we gonna get a sequel?? that was so funny!
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