Author's e-mail: litsaki@y...
Warnings: There is a
suggestion of the American flag being used for a purpose other than flying. No
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.
Author’s Notes: While perusing the Plot Bunnies page at WWOMB, I ran across a
section titled “5 MINUTE IMPROV.” I saw the 5 Minute Challenge using the
following words: chocolate, jockstrap, cowboy boots, Kate Smith, Country Club.
The image of Trip decked out only in the jockstrap, cowboy boots and a cowboy
hat wouldn’t leave my mind until I wrote something.
Here’s a link to Kate Smith’s rendition of “God Bless America.”
Malcolm Reed finished wrapping the box of chocolate candies in dark blue
paper with gold stars and silver moons on it. One last touch, he thought, as he
attached the gold and silver curly ribbons on the front of the package. That’s
very pretty! he thought to himself, as he admired his handiwork.
He turned around, and took a quick look at his outfit in the mirror on the
wall next to his bed. It was a very nice outfit, composed of a dark red shirt,
black jeans and casual lace up oxfords. Mmm, he smiled at himself in the mirror.
Trip always likes this shirt; it’ll get him hot. Not that he needed help in that
department, mind you.
With a little skip in his step, Malcolm walked out of his quarters to Trip’s.
Keying the door code, he stepped inside. A blast of music creating a horrendous
racket hit him square in the face, and he clamped his hands on his ears. He
walked into the room and found Trip, resplendent in nothing but a jock strap,
cowboy boots and cowboy hat, arms spread out, singing loudly for the entire
world to hear. He saw Malcolm and stopped, then dashed over to the computer
console on his desk and shut off the noise.
“That was probably the most obnoxious thing I’ve ever heard, Trip! Who was
singing? Or should I say, who was caterwauling?”
“Obnoxious? Caterwauling? That, my dear Malcolm, is none other than Kate
Smith, singing “God Bless America.”
Malcolm smirked, his lustful gaze slowly going over every inch of Trip’s near
naked physique. “Is that what a true patriot wears when singing the national
Trip smiled and walked up to him slowly. “Of course, darlin’. If “The Star
Spangled Banner” were still the national anthem, then I’d be wearin’ a flag
wrapped around my hips.” Trip licked his lips suggestively.
Malcolm brought the gift up into Trip’s field of vision. “This is for you,
love. Happy Fourth of July.”
“A gift! Thanks, darlin’!” Trip grabbed the present and proceeded to rip off
the paper, as delighted as a kid at Christmas.
Malcolm backed up a little ways to watch as his lover tore open the paper,
flinging it to the side. A very strange thought suddenly occurred to Malcolm and
he started laughing. He had no idea why this particular image came into his mind
just then; but he went with it anyway.
Trip, meanwhile, had opened the box and was looking over the candies with a
gleam in his eye. He looked up at Malcolm, and what he saw brought a smile to
his face. He loved to see Malcolm laugh-he had such a sexy laugh. He could feel
himself getting hard under the cup.
“What is it? What’s so funny?”
“I just had the strangest image come into my mind as I was watching you
unwrap the package. I was wondering what my father would say if he saw you in
that getup! He’d no doubt complain to his cronies at the Country Club that his
son was dating the biggest American poof on earth!”
Trip slowly turned around, all the while undulating his hips. When his back
was to Malcolm he slowed the undulations, rubbing his hands over his almost bare
ass. Malcolm felt himself harden immediately. He went over to Trip and put his
hands around his hips, rubbing his still-clothed member against the cleft in
Trip’s ass. He licked and sucked Trip’s right shoulder blade.
Whispering softly, he said, “I don’t care what my father says. America’s done
a wonderful thing for me – it created you.”
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Half a dozen of you have made comments
Li, loved this little story, especially your finishing line, nice of Trip
to go with your fantasy of cowboy gear too in the series!
Thanks for the feedback, Woaca! I appreciate it.
Was it hard to read with the new background?
It's been a while since I last read any T/M stories, what a great way to
get back into it!
The story rocks Li!
BTW: No probs in reading it.
Thanks for the feedback, Nef! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks for telling me that you didn't have a problem reading it. I was a
little worried about that and wondered if I might have to start messing around
with the color again.
Very, very sweet. Even if that was not the intention, still sweet. Enjoyed
Thanks, TLI! I'm glad you enjoyed it. That was the intention, well at the
end, it was! ;)