"Frustration"
Author's e-mail: keattrin@hotmail.com Archive: Please ask Fandom: Star
Trek: Enterprise Category: Angst (Trip); and/or Slash PWP Rating:
NC-17 Status: To be continued Main Character(s): Tucker, Reed Summary:
Trip’s frustration needs an outlet Warnings: none Series: First in a
series of stories that outlines Trip’s pursuit of Malcolm Sequel to:
None Beta: None Spoilers: Dead Stop
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.
In other words, I like using these characters in stories I’d never see on
TV.
Notes: This story is in honor of the Merry Masturbation Month of May. It also
has Trip angst, which I love.
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Trip watched Malcolm as he dashed on his knees for the hatch before it closed
completely. He felt a strange sensation and before he knew it, he and Malcolm
were crouched on the bridge of Enterprise, in the same positions they had been a
few moments earlier in the cooling duct on the repair station. He looked up,
straight into the eyes of T’Pol, who was giving him a curious, yet exasperated
look. She sure can convey emotion with her beautiful face, Trip thought
suddenly. Blushing bright red and trying to recover some shred of dignity, he
responded to her look. “Evenin’, Subcommander.”
One of the Vulcan’s elegant eyebrows went up. Next to him, Trip could feel
Malcolm shift uneasily. They both stood up at the same time.
“Commander, Lieutenant, where were you?”
Malcolm cleared his throat, as if attempting to come up with a plausible
explanation. Trip spoke first. “We were on the space station.”
“I gathered that. Exactly where were you on the space station to cause an
automatic transport to the ship?”
“Well, we were in the central cooling duct.”
“And may I ask what you were doing there?”
Trip and Malcolm looked at each other. “We were trying to find the
engineering room. I wanted to see it, and Malcolm came with me to make sure I’d
be safe on an alien space station.” Trip shifted uncomfortably under T’Pol’s
gaze.
She looked at him sardonically, as if she didn’t quite believe him. “Captain
Archer will be apprised of the situation.”
“No, T’Pol, please, can’t we just keep this between the three of us?”
“It is hardly between the three of us. Ensigns McGee and Chen witnessed the
transport also. Dismissed.”
Malcolm turned on his heel and headed for the turbolift, obviously glad to be
out of there. Trip opened his mouth to plead with T’Pol some more, but decided
it was futile.
Once in the turbolift, Malcolm turned to Trip, anger flashing in his
eyes.
“It’s amazing, Trip. I always manage to find myself in a compromised position
when I go on an “adventure” with you. Why do I even go when I know that it will
end badly?”
“Because you can’t help yourself, Malcolm.” Trip wiggled his eyebrows at
Malcolm, his fine features spreading into a grin.
“Maybe you think this is amusing, but I assure it is not. Captain Archer will
not find this amusing, either.” Malcolm looked away, frustrated at his situation
and anxious about his lack of discipline in front of the captain.
“Relax, Malcolm. The Captain will be fine with it.”
The turbolift reached D deck. The doors opened and Malcolm walked out towards
the armory, refusing to look at Trip.
“See ya later, Malcolm?” Trip asked.
Malcolm ignored him and kept walking. The turbolift doors closed. Trip took a
deep breath. I try to draw him out of his shell, and he’s ungrateful. He
always sees the serious side of things. Why can’t he see more? Trip’s
anguish manifested itself in an erotic thought. No matter how frustrated he
became with Malcolm, his thoughts always turned to lust. Why did he want him so
badly? Was it because Malcolm kept coming with him on these adventures? Why did
Malcolm keep coming with him if he knew they’d end badly, as he had said before?
Too many questions. That’s how it was with Malcolm. There were always too
many questions where he was concerned. He would be Trip’s friend and go on an
adventure with him, yet something would happen and he would get angry. Trip
thought of the flashing blue-gray eyes. He loved to watch Malcolm keep his
temper in check. He took pleasure in provoking Malcolm, just to watch the
carefully controlled responses Malcolm would put forth. All of a sudden, it
dawned on Trip. He wanted to see Malcolm lose control. He wanted to be the one
to melt the practiced veneer of restraint Malcolm put on for others. He wanted
to see Malcolm lusting after him, writhing in ecstasy underneath him as he
accepted Trip into his body. He wanted to see Malcolm moaning loudly with
pleasure, as Trip’s mouth licked and nipped and sucked his cock. He wanted to
see Malcolm’s cock so badly, wanted to see him lose control to the sensations
Trip would be creating in him.
Trip’s knees buckled as his thoughts overwhelmed his senses. His uniform
pants were unbearably tight, and he needed release. The turbolift stopped at E
deck, the doors opened, and Trip ran to his quarters. Thankfully no one was in
the corridor. He got to his quarters, stripped and went into the bathroom.
Trip looked at himself in the full-length mirror. He looked over his body,
starting at the strong shoulders, down the rippled chest, to the arms that were
bulging with muscle. He continued on down, to the flat, defined stomach, and
then down to the center of his being. His penis was long, thick and hard with
desire, flushed dark red with blood. It stood out from the patch of curly light
brown hair at its base, mucin twinkling at the tip. Nature’s lubricant was ready
to facilitate a smooth transition for intercourse. Trip closed his eyes as his
fingers lightly touched his dick. He stepped backwards towards the shower stall,
leaning against the door for support. He grasped his cock more ardently. His
thumb rubbed the head, smearing mucin all over, making it easier to slide his
hand down his shaft. In his mind’s eye, he could see Malcolm on his knees,
taking Trip into his mouth. He gripped his cock more fiercely at the thought,
his hand moving up and down the shaft more quickly.
“Ooohhh,” he moaned, as his fantasy began to play itself out for his
pleasure. Malcolm was licking and sucking his cock, his eyes locked with Trip’s.
Trip arched his back at the thought and rubbed more vigorously, the pressure
increasing. He leaned his head back, left hand pinching the hard nub of his
nipple.
“God, yes, Malcolm…suck me harder with that beautiful mouth.” He wanted to
dig his hands into the wavy, chestnut brown hair, feel its texture in his
hands.
His hand went up and down the length of his penis, his hips bucking back and
forth in rhythm with his hand. His fantasy went to the bed, where he imagined
himself on top of Malcolm, thrusting in and out of his anus, the head of his
swollen cock rubbing against Malcolm’s prostrate. He imagined Malcolm beginning
to squirm with pleasure, losing control. Malcolm’s sexy accent whispered in his
head, “God, I love it when you fuck me, Trip! Make me come, lover!” The pressure
in Trip’s cock reached its apex, and Trip came hard, eyes tightly shut, jaws
clenched together, hips thrusting. Every muscle in his body squeezed with the
effort of pushing the semen out.
“Uuuggghhh!” he moaned loudly, and sucked in his breath hard. His cum spewed
forward, propelled by a mighty thrust. It landed on the sink and the wall above
it.
His legs felt weak, as he slid down the front of the shower door. His heart
pounded in his ears, the aftermath of an amazing orgasm. He calmed down slowly,
breathing rhythmically to get it under control. He sat on the cold tile floor
for a few minutes. A picture of blue-gray eyes hooded by dark thick lashes swam
before him. Sadness engulfed him. A lonely sob escaped his lips.
He got up and walked over to the mirror. As he looked at himself, he noticed
the sadness in his eyes, evidenced by the tears in the outer corners. He looked
away, grabbed a cloth and cleaned himself with it.
“Archer to Tucker.” The Captain’s voice rang in over the comm. system in his
quarters.
Dashing over to it, Trip hit the button. “Yes, Cap’n?”
“Please come to my quarters immediately.” Archer didn’t hide the edge in his
voice.
Here comes the verbal lashin’, Trip thought to himself. That
damn T’Pol couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“Be right there, sir.”
***************
Trip entered Archer’s quarters. Malcolm was already there, staring straight
ahead at the far wall. No doubt the mental floggin’s already started for
him, Trip thought. He stood at attention next to Malcolm. The Captain
started in on them, conveying first his worry that they might have been beamed
into space instead of onto the bridge, then agreeing with Malcolm that
discipline was indeed lacking on the ship. Trip tried to take complete
responsibility for it, but Archer would have none of it. To show them that he
was quite serious, he confined them to their quarters.
Too bad we don’t room together, thought Trip as he and Malcolm
turned to go out the door. There was plenty that he could think of to keep them
occupied while confined to quarters. His imagination threatened to take him to a
place of physical pleasures, which would manifest itself quite plainly to the
others in the room. He took a deep breath and thought of the mechanism that
worked the door. He couldn’t afford to have an erection right now. Fortunately,
Archer cut into his thoughts with a request for any information they gathered
while in the cooling duct.
TBC... ******************************************************************
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A whole mess of folks have made comments
On 01 June 2003 at 08:08 AM myst123 said:
Li! Whew, you are quite the story teller. Great stuff.
On 01 June 2003 at 03:50 PM Alison M. DOBELL said:
A very well written story. Now. This seems a very good start to a longer
series. I would love to see you develop this and see what Malcolm's reaction
would be as and when he finds out how Trip really feels about him. Thanks for
a good tale well told, Ali D :~)
On 02 June 2003 at 07:41 AM Woaca said:
We're having a mini-heatwave here in Britain, was it sensible for me to
read this during it? and, what do you mean TBC? When - soon, please!! That
part where you mentioned Trip provoking Malcolm to get a reaction, I think,
works both ways, I think Malcolm also loves to wind Trip up to see those
beautiful nostrils flare! Looking forward to the next part of this
series!
On 02 June 2003 at 07:31 PM stub said:
Woo! Hot stuff, there Li! Trip jerking off is always a fun read! Can't wait
to add Malcolm into the mix!
On 03 June 2003 at 10:52 AM annie x said:
mmm hmmm....burned myself here for sure... :P
Poor Trip...I certainly hope reality soon meets his fantasy.
On 06 June 2003 at 01:22 PM Li said:
Thank you for the feedback everyone! I certainly appreciate it!
The next part is coming soon!
On 07 June 2003 at 02:10 PM Ithilmenel said:
Wow, a really great fic! Waiting for the next part! :)
On 12 June 2003 at 03:05 AM Stubborn_Romantic said:
Loved the first part, now am eagerly waiting and checking for what comes
next! What does Malcolm do when Trip pushes the envelope further? Does
Archer separate them? Does Trip con his way into Malcolm's quarters?
Please write more soon! Cheers,
On 12 June 2003 at 08:45 PM BriarRose said:
You, Li, are a tease! That's what you are, an absolute tease! Writing
something that and making us wait for the next part! Good job, write more, oh
please, I'm dying to know what happens next!
On 24 June 2003 at 09:20 AM Li said:
Thanks for all the great feedback everyone! I really appreciate it. :)
I'm working on a second part to the story-honest! It's been a little slow
going; unfortunately it didn't just pop into my mind like this one did. But I
promise more angst and fireworks, as our two boys are known
for!
On 07 July 2003 at 01:22 PM The Libran Iniquity said:
I have only one word for this: Wow!
Truly amazing, and I fully believe there has to be more, especially more
angst and fireworks, which is of course the main ingredient for something like
this. Plus, I really want to know what happens to them!!
*glares pointedly at author, willing a hasty update*
On 28 January 2004 at 12:56 PM Neo Getz said:
like i said to hte last of these maby i shudnt b reading this stuff with a
mental age of 5 at times, but graphic but bing trip i can take that cant w8
for the rest, i love trip
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