"For Your Eyes Only"
Title: For Your Eyes
Only
Author: Setcheti
Author's e-mail:
setcheti1@yahoo.com
Author's Web site:
http://www.geocities.com/setcheti1/
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Tucker/Reed
Rating: NC-17
Category: Slash
Disclaimer:
This is a nonprofit fanfic. No copyright infringement is intended or should be
inferred.
Summary: Of the uses and
abuses of the comm system, and why you should always turn your monitor off when
you're not using it. ;)
Comments: This story is
an answer to Moppig's clandestinely offered Secret Mother's Day Challenge, which
was proposed for our hardworking EntSTSlash listmom. And much thanks to
TexasAries for coming up with the title!
Archived to EntSTSlash
on 05/11/2003.
Archived at
Trip*Malcolm with the author's express permission.
It was fairly rare for
members of the crew of Enterprise to receive a personal transmission from Earth,
so Captain Archer sat up and took notice when he heard Ensign Sato respond to
one from her duty station at Communications. She routed it quickly, he saw,
which made him wonder if maybe it was bad news for someone and so he got up out
of his chair to investigate. "Something wrong, Ensign?" he asked in a low voice.
"N-no sir."
His eyebrows went up;
she wasn't upset, she was trying not to laugh and not meeting his eyes to boot.
Archer got a bad feeling. Reaching past her, he called up the log on the
transmission..and got an even worse feeling. "Ensign Sato," he began slowly,
warningly, "did you put this call through to Commander Tucker? Because I don't
believe I heard you contact him before routing it." He straightened, looking
down at her. "Tell me you didn't just put that call through straight to his
quarters without warning him."
Her trapped expression
told him all he needed to know, and he stepped back. "Ensign," he snapped, using
his command voice. "My ready room, now. Sub-Commander T'Pol, if you'd please
join us."
Hoshi glanced down at
her board and slowly stood up, sneaking a glance at her captain and then looking
away again quickly. Maybe it hadn't been such a funny idea after all.
Malcolm was very
comfortable and very content just to lie in Trip's bed holding the sleeping
engineer in his arms and running his fingers through the soft blond hair he
loved so much while the man's even breathing caressed the bare skin of his
chest. They'd been settled in the bed this way for more than an hour already, so
it was with rather a shock that the armory officer realized he was
feeling..watched. Malcolm wasn't a man who ignored his instincts; he forced
himself to stay relaxed and began a slow scan of the room, hoping it wasn't some
Suliban voyeur he was sensing..but when his eyes lit on the monitor on his
lover's desk he realized it was much, much worse than that.
It was a woman, staring
at him from what had to be a long-distance comm transmission. And it wasn't just
any woman, either, it was one he knew if only vaguely.
It was Trip's mother.
Malcolm didn't move--he
couldn't move, not without waking his lover and he didn't want to do that at the
moment. "M-mrs. Tucker," he stammered softly.
"Malcolm," she replied.
She was dabbing at her eyes. "Is Charles all right?"
He tightened his grip on
the man in his arms unconsciously. "Just tired and a bit banged around, our last
away mission had a bit of a rough go of it and then the ship took a pounding
besides. He's been on double shifts getting the engines back shipshape."
She nodded and
sighed..and then she smiled at him. It struck him once again that her eyes were
just like her son's, deep pools of blue that picked up a smile and glowed with
it. "I'd called to let him know he's an uncle again, I hadn't intended to..well,
but I'm glad I saw you. Together, that is. Charles is always telling me you take
good care of him, but it's nice to witness it firsthand."
Malcolm relaxed a
little, and his own smile appeared, overlaid with a blush. "I love him very
much," he told her. "We take care of each other."
"That's as it should be
in a good marriage." Her smile widened as his blush deepened. "Oh come now,
Malcolm, you know Charles so you know it's only a matter of time before the
romantic in him decides to make his feelings known officially in front of God
and everybody. You'll be lucky if he doesn't propose on the bridge and make poor
Jon hold the ring for him."
That made Malcolm laugh,
although he kept the reaction soft so as not to disturb the man they were
discussing. "I wouldn't put it past him, at that--either of them, actually." He
decided to switch the subject back to the real reason she'd called, knowing that
the cost of real-time communication from Earth was prohibitive to say the least.
"So what variety is he uncle to this time 'round?" "One of each!" she declared
proudly. "It was rather a surprise for Anne and Tom, but they're adjusting."
"I'd guess they have
little choice, so far at that goes," Malcolm chuckled. "It's not like they can
send one back, now is it?"
"No--although Tom looked
like he might want to try when they both started to cry at once." The twinkle in
her eyes was exactly like Trip's, too. "Luckily they were doing things the
old-fashioned way so they'd picked out two names; the twins are Luke and Lucy
and healthy as they can be."
"Glad to hear it."
Malcolm looked down when the body he was holding shifted to snuggle closer to
him. "Trip? Wake up, luv, your mother popped in for a visit."
"Huh?" Trip shifted
again and then lifted his head, blinking. "Thought I was dreamin'..Mama?" He
woke up considerably more when she called him by name. " 'm sorry, Mama, guess I
didn't hear the comm. What's goin' on, is somethin' wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong,"
she assured him. "You're uncle to a matched set of twins as of yesterday,
though. Luke and Lucy Tucker-Marrot."
"Anne's?" He beamed when
she nodded. "Thought she looked awful big in that last picture to just be havin'
one. Bet ol' Tom's fit to be tied, surprises ain't his thing." Trip sat up and
away from Malcolm a little more, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and yawning.
"Sorry, Mama."
"For being tired? Don't
be silly, Charles," she scolded. "I was having a very nice conversation with
Malcolm--and talking to one of you is just as good as talking to the other,
isn't it?"
"Guess so," Trip yawned.
Then he stopped, looking puzzled..and then his eyes fell on his grinning lover,
shirtless and propped up on the pillows of his bed, and the light came on. His
eyes rounded. "Oh."
"Oh indeed, Commander,"
Malcolm told him, gray eyes twinkling. "And before you ask, there was no comm
signal, I just looked over and there she was..watching."
Trip blushed violently,
and his mother laughed. "I suppose that nice young woman who put me through to
you thought you were working in your room instead of sleeping--and it's not like
I don't know the two of you are together, Charles. As much as I'd love to
continue this, though, I really have to be going now. It was so nice to talk to
you again, Malcolm." She squinted, peering at her son. "He doesn't look too
'banged around', but thank you for taking such good care of him all the same.
And Charles." She winked, but her smile was warm. "I'm glad to see you so
content, truly I am. I'll send you a letter with pictures of the twins, all
right?"
"All right, Mama." He
smiled back at her with equal affection, very glad that the worst of his bruises
were on his back, out of her sight. "Give everyone my love--and tell Anne I said
happy mother's day."
She nodded, and then the
transmission ended. Trip tossed himself back onto the pillows, closing his eyes.
" 'That nice young woman', huh? Put the call straight through for her?"
"Apparently, yes."
Malcolm rolled over on top of him. "I believe someone needs to have a little
chat with Hoshi about what does and does not constitute an acceptable expression
of humor while on duty at Communications. But before that." He licked the hollow
of his lover's throat. "You are awake now, and I believe this news you've just
received requires some..celebration?"
Trip lifted his head to
look at him. "You think we should celebrate my sister havin' twins by havin' hot
wild sex?"
"Oh, indisputably," was
Malcolm's reply, offered with a perfectly serious face and a wicked gray
twinkle. "As a matter of fact, I believe since she was doubly blessed that you
should be too, am I right? If she and Tom didn't do things by halves then we
really must keep to their standard."
"I guess so, yeah," Trip
drawled. He wrapped his arms around his lover and ran his hands down the
slender, muscular back until they slid beneath the waistband of his sweatpants
to cup and gently squeeze firm, taut buttocks. Malcolm thrust against him,
grabbing Trip's head and capturing his mouth in a demanding kiss while his
fingers carded possessively through the dark gold of the engineer's hair. They
didn't break off the kiss until both of them were gasping for air. Trip let his
head fall back and thrust up with his own hips. "Want you," he panted, eyes
closed. "Want you in me, Mal. Get me pregnant while you're at it, we'll show
them."
"No can do," Malcolm
purred back, settling in to lick his throat again. "I haven't a box of rocks
handy, I'm afraid, so there will be no Charles Tucker the Fourth spawned today.
But I'm willing to practice the fun part of the conception experience, if you
like."
"Oh, I like, I like."
Trip slid his hands back down Malcolm's back, but this time he pushed the
sweatpants down as far as he could and started wiggling out of his own at the
same time until they were skin to skin. He was just reaching down to grasp his
lover's hard, hot flesh when a sudden thought froze him. "Mal, what if she calls
back?"
Malcolm looked up at
him, raised an eyebrow, and then dropped his head again and found a nipple to
devote his attentions to. "Tell her we're in competition with your sister and we
won't stop until we get it right. And then call the captain and have him put his
communications officer out the nearest airlock."
Archer was at that
moment considering it. "So let's go over this again," he said in a tight,
controlled voice. "Trip's mother called him all the way from Earth and you
patched her straight through to his quarters knowing he wasn't alone without so
much as sounding the comm to warn him. Just how did you know he wasn't..busy,
Crewman Sato?" Hoshi flinched, but once again her expression gave her
thoughts away. Archer just stared at her, watching the blush rise up in her
cheeks, and then he groaned and strode back to his desk, dropping into his chair
and covering his face with his hands. "T'Pol, could you..quote regulations
again, please? Or do we need to write some more just to cover this?"
The Vulcan raised an
eyebrow and didn't quite sigh. Only humans could turn a simple comm transmission
into an exercise in bad judgment and voyeurism. "The situation may not be so bad
as it seems," she told him. "After all, the commander has not contacted the
bridge to complain about Ensign Sato's conduct, so perhaps he and the lieutenant
were not caught so..unawares as you fear they were."
"They were just
sleeping," Hoshi offered, attempting to look up at T'Pol and finding that she
didn't really like the look in the sub-commander's eyes either. "Really, they
were just both asleep, they were even." she swallowed, "mostly dressed."
Archer groaned again,
and T'Pol just barely refrained from rolling her eyes. "Then it is apparent that
being woken from sleep 'mostly dressed' by a surprise comm transmission was not
considered cause for alarm by either man," she concluded. "Commander Tucker is
not one to suppress his reaction to an unpleasant situation, and I show the
transmission was terminated a few moments ago. I would guess that the two of
them have either left the room or are attempting to go back to sleep as they are
neither one on duty until tomorrow." She pressed a button to activate two-way
communication with Tucker's terminal to verify her guess..and then hastily
closed the connection again, eyes widening. Archer had lifted his head to look
at her, and she straightened stiffly. "I believe the addition of
certain..specific rules regarding the establishment of two way communication
with crew quarters' terminals may be advisable at that, Captain."
He grimaced. "Do I want
to know?" She shook her head; he read the discomfort in her eyes and turned a
full glare on his cringing communications officer. "You're confined to your
quarters, Ensign, until..one of them calls the bridge." He sighed. "If they do
before tomorrow, that is."
"Or if they do not
forget about it all together," T'Pol added gravely. "They appeared to be
completely focused on their..involvement."
Archer dropped his head
into his hands again. "You're not helping, Sub-Commander."
Malcolm paused in his
thrusting and the man beneath him moaned a protest. "Don't stop."
"I thought I saw the
screen flicker a moment ago, it almost looked like T'Pol."
Trip arched his back and
contracted his internal muscles, forcing his lover's attention back where it
belonged. "I don't care if it was the whole damn bridge crew and Admiral Forrest
too!"
"Ooh, kinky." Malcolm
swept back in for a bruising kiss and made up for his pause with a harder than
usual thrust of his swollen member into the engineer's tightly welcoming heat.
"Why not just do it on the bridge in front of the main screen, we could set it
to an open channel and let the whole galaxy watch."
"Nah, then they'd all
want you and we'd never get any explorin' done," Trip returned. He arched his
back again. "Oh yes, there."
A few more thrusts and
both men exploded into completion almost simultaneously, Malcolm letting himself
drop onto the broad chest below him and feeling the pounding heart beneath his
lover's sweat-slicked flesh. His own heart was pounding nearly in sync with it.
"Oh luv, that was magnificent."
"As usual," Trip
murmured back, dragging one heavy hand up to run through Malcolm's short dark
hair. "You're magnificent, Mal. And I'm the luckiest man in Starfleet."
"In the world," Malcolm
contradicted, jumping a little when Trip's other hand took gentle retribution
for his arrogance. He snuggled in closer, as close as he could get. "But of
course, that is mutual."
"Uh huh, keep shovelin',"
Trip chuckled. He was very quickly falling back to sleep. "R'mind me when we get
up that we've got to get somethin' for the twins--since you weren't up to makin'
them a cousin today."
This time it was Malcolm
who claimed retribution, nipping at the nearest sensitive nipple and drawing a
sleepy squeak from the engineer. "You come up with a method of conception that
doesn't involve seductively duplicitous alien women and I'll be as 'up to it' as
you like." He licked the offended nub soothingly, a gentle apology. "Now go back
to sleep, you can dream about being fat and emotional and I shall dream about
being universally renowned for my sexual prowess because I got another man
knocked up."
A soft snort. "I'd think
all that time you spend with the torpedoes would have knocked that ego of yours
down a notch or two."
Malcolm chuckled again.
"I'm afraid that by proportional size comparison it's Enterprise who has reason
to be embarrassed. And you haven't voiced any complaints."
"Only when you stop in
the middle to look at the comm, darlin'." Trip kissed the top of his head. "Love
you, Mal. Gonna have to make an honest man out of you one of these days, you
know."
"As opposed to what?"
Malcolm countered, although the declaration gave him a warm feeling inside.
"Don't you think it's just delightfully wicked to live so unashamedly in sin?"
An answering chuckle.
"Like you said, I ain't complainin'. Might be later, though--any man who can
stand next to a torpedo and decide he's superior is just too good to let get
away."
"Not going anywhere,"
Malcolm assured him. It appeared that warm feeling was taking up permanent
residence in his chest. "But we can discuss it later, if you like. I'm not
opposed to the proposition, anyway."
"Oh, that wasn't the
proposition, not by a long shot." Trip tightened his arms around his lover,
yawning. "I can do a damn sight better than that, you just wait." He yawned
again. "Love ya, Mal."
"Love you too, Trip."
And with that Malcolm allowed the steadying heartbeat under his ear to lull him
into somnolence as well, with visions of his lover kneeling before him on the
bridge with the whole galaxy watching dancing through his head.
Of course, what his
lover was doing kneeling before him was another story entirely.
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