Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Paramount and I am
making nothing from this story.
Comments: This is my first attempt at fanfic. I was
inspired by a piece of music heard on my car radio called “Love’s Greeting”, by
Edward Elgar. I would very much like feedback. Hope you like it.
Trip’s dream was always the same.
He was sitting at a pavement café table, only there was no
It was outdoors, yet there was no sky,
trees, people. Just this arrangement that reminded him of a fashion model’s
catwalk. It was white. It started about fifty yards away. First there was a
flight of twelve or so steps. These led down to the catwalk which came towards
him and then curved away to the left. At a point directly opposite to where he
sat there was another flight of steps leading down to ground level.
catwalk area was covered in this pale purple-coloured mist which moved and
undulated all the time. Actually, it reminded him more of the set of an old
Busby Berkley musical.
was the music. Oh, it was exquisite! A violin was playing the most beautiful
sounds he had ever heard. One minute the music was soaring up to the heavens,
the next it was plummeting down to earth, and seemed to be taking Trip with it.
It wasn’t loud. On the contrary, it was being played very softly, but quite
close by, and although he looked round, Trip couldn’t see the violinist.
figure appeared at the top of the first flight of steps. Trip knew
instinctively that it was Malcolm even though there was nothing to distinguish
perfectly still so that Trip could get the full effect of his costume, the
purple mist swirling around him. He was all in black. In fact, he reminded
Trip of an old movie character called Zorro.
head was a flat-crowned, wide-brimmed sombrero, set at a rakish angle. A mask
covered two-thirds of his face. He had on a long, flowing black cloak, which he
had pulled across the front and then flung over his right shoulder, completely
enveloping him. This way his sword arm was free, and yes, he did have a sword.
It’s shape was clearly visible under the cloak. Below the cloak, Trip could see
black boots with two-inch heels, - and spurs!
had had time to take all this in, Malcolm started to moved down the steps. He
moved very slowly. In fact, all his movements were very slow and deliberate,
and kept in time to the music. He was almost dancing. Three or four steps down
he undid the cloak at his neck. It fell off his right shoulder revealing a
bright red lining which somehow did not clash with the purple mist. He now had
the cloak in his left hand, which he dropped to his side, allowing the cloak to
fall from him completely, yet he still held it.
saw then made him catch his breath.
cloak Malcolm wore a skin-tight, black leather catsuit! It was completely
devoid of features except for the zip which went from chin to…well, further than
was necessary. The boots, Trip could now see, were knee-high. The sword belt
was slung low over his hips. He had stopped to pose at the foot of the steps.
The music, too, paused for a moment.
moved forward, trailing the cloak behind him along the catwalk. I say ‘moved’
but ‘strutted’ would be a better word – like a peacock. The two-inch heels
probably had a lot to do with it.
half-way along he let the cloak fall from his fingers, an action which made the
mist swirl and agitate round his feet and legs, then started to unbuckle the
sword belt. This landed on the floor at the top of the second set of steps, but
without making a sound. The only sounds still being the delicious music.
Malcolm posed there for a minute, feet slightly apart, weight over one foot,
hands on hips.
thought Trip, feeling a warm glow suffusing his entire body. “He sure looks
good. But even those boots won’t make him taller’n me.”
stood sideways onto the steps, put his left foot down, then put his right foot
down in front of him, and continued to descend in this scissor-like motion.
Meanwhile he had started to pull down the zip! At first there was just a small
triangle of flesh visible at his throat, which gradually got longer. By the
time he reached ground level the zip was down to his diaphragm.
Oh, he was
teasing, but Trip was enjoying every long, drawn-out moment. He was sitting
back in his chair, his right foot resting on his left knee, with a silly grin on
with happiness, “Shucks, Mal, you look good enough to eat.”
came towards him. Trip could see the smile on his face now, that lop-sided
smile that he loved so much. The zip was getting lower, and lower. The music
seemed to be going the same way.
Malcolm was standing in front of him, and Trip could see Malcolm’s navel, and
although Trip knew what was coming next, he was never prepared for it.
leant forward, put one hand on Trip’s shoulder, the other under his chin. Then
he tilted Trip’s head up and kissed him, very soundly, on his lips. Trip was
more than happy to return the kiss, at the same time reaching up and flinging
Malcolm’s hat off in one direction and his mask in another. The music here was
definitely more upbeat and exciting.
his hands on Malcolm’s chest and began to caress him. Malcolm straightened up
and allowed Trip full reign. Trip didn’t just use his hands, he used his lips
and tongue too, kissing and licking every available bit of flesh. His
ministrations got lower, pushing the zip down even further. How much further
could it go? He couldn’t find the end of it. And Malcolm definitely had no
up realising that his trousers were feeling very, very tight – and he could see
that Malcolm’s were, too. He hadn’t realised just how much he wanted to make
love to this man. And now he knew that it was something Malcolm wanted also.
If he were to push the zip down a fraction more – well, Malcolm would just
simply – pop out. His mind reeled at the thought.
Malcolm on the lips which caused him to respond by chewing on Trip’s lower lip,
drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. Then they took turns investigating
the inside of each other’s mouth with their tongues. Malcolm’s hand was round
the back of Trip’s head drawing him down so that Trip couldn’t pull away, even
if he’d wanted to. Which he didn’t.
began to undo the buttons on Trip’s shirt. He pushed the shirt down over his
shoulder and kissed him there. Then he started to suck and nibble at the skin
in the crook of his neck. Trip found the sensation overwhelming, and he
retaliated by trying to push the catsuit off Malcolm’s shoulders. It was
difficult because of the tight fit, but he managed enough to be able to do to
Malcolm what he was doing to him.
Trip’s shirt ended up on the floor, and Malcolm was undoing his belt buckle.
Then Trip’s zip was descending, and Malcolm’s hands were caressing Trip’s belly
spoke for the first time.
zip all the way down,” he murmured against Trip’s neck.
rose to a crescendo -
It was at
this point that Trip woke up!
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