Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2001 15:08:55
From: Andrew Birch <andrewbirch99@hotmail.com>
Subject: enterprise-heat

"Heat"

Author: Galliard
Pairing: Captain Jon Archer/Commander Charlie "Trip" Tucker III
Type: M/M
Archive: Please
Feedback Address: galliard@bellatlantic.net
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Charles "Trip" Tucker, Capt. Jon Archer, T'Pol, and the
Enterprise TV series are the property of Paramount Pictures. This is
a work of fan fiction. No money is being made off it publication.
This story deals with male/male sexuality, and in no way makes any
claims about the actual sexuality of the characters or the actors who
portray them. If you don't wish to read about this topic, or are
unable due to local law, please read no further.
Author's Notes: My first fan fic! Here it is, the final, complete
version. I'm re-posting the entire thing because I went back and
changed/added/tweaked about 10% of what I've already posted, trying
to make a tighter story. Once again, big props to Dae for all the
helpful and insightful suggestions. Also Jadis...she did an awesome
job beta-ing for me, giving me a lot of good advice. Thanks, guys!
Thanks also for all the encouragement and kind words from the list
members. That's kinda the pay-off for us authors. Oh, if you don't
want to re-read, the sex is at the end!

"ALL of them are busted?! Christ...well, close 'em up, boys."
Commander Trip Tucker said as he nodded to the open access panels.
Grabbing a towel, he wiped the perspiration from his brow. The smell
of ozone, clanging of metal, and most of all the temperature were
making Trip extremely irritable. Everyone in engineering...on the
whole ship, actually...had stripped down to shorts and t-shirt due to
the oppressive heat, a condition that was his responsibility to fix.
"That's it, then...guess I'll go inform the Captain," Trip sighed
wearily.

"Inform me? Hope it's good news, Trip, it's getting unbearable in
here and we can't exactly open up a window. What's it up to, anyway?"
Captain Archer called out as he stepped through the doorway and came
up behind his chief engineer.

"Heh...that's part of the good news...95 degrees and holding. We seem
to have stabilized our little environmental problem. At least it's
not going to literally kill us. The bad news is that the last fight
we had with the Suliban did some serious damage to the cargo hold.
More importantly, it pretty much trashed most of the ship's stores
therein. Sorry, Jon, but unless you know the whereabouts of a local
hardware store, we're gonna have to go back to Earth for a quick tune
up."

Jon exhaled loudly as he looked down at the deck, hands on his hips.

"Shit...there's nothing more you can do? I'm really counting on
you..."

"Hey, I'm an engineer, not some miracle worker. It's not like I can
push a button and replicate everything I need!"

Almost immediately Trip regretted snapping at the Captain. He just
hated not being able to fix this...hated letting Jon down. He rubbed
his hand over his face and met Archer's gaze. He looked so damned
disappointed. Trip wracked his brain for something he could give his
superior officer.

"Tell you what, I'll get Ginsberg and Mustafa to help me work on some
kind of heat dispersal system. It'll be a stop gap measure at best,
but it could get us some relief. I'm just not a big fan of 'chewing
gum and shoestring' repair jobs. Maybe T'Pol will know of somewhere
closer than Earth where we can get what we need."

Archer broke out a grin worthy of Dr. Phlox and playfully slapped
Tucker on the arm, "That's more like it! I think we're all going to
have to learn to be miracle workers to some extent. I'd hate to have
to go back home unless we have no other choice. Hey, when you get
done here stop by the bridge, we'll get something to eat, or at least
something to drink."

Trip placed his hand over the spot Archer touched him as he studied
the retreating back of his Captain -- his damp hair, his broad
shoulders, the sweat darkened and oh-so-snug shirt, the firm ass...

"Fuck...it's hot in here," he mumbled to himself as he returned to
work.

A few hours later, Trip and Jon were sitting down to dinner. They
both opted for something light, as it was still pretty warm.

"I think it feels cooler already," Jon remarked.

"Don't pull out your long-underwear yet, the best we could do is 88.5
degrees," Trip grumbled in response, then grinning "but, hey, at
least the beer's cold."

"Amen to that," Jon replied as they clinked their bottles together.

"So, where is our resident Vulcan, anyway? If I remember correctly,
she should be lovin' this heat wave. Just like home for her. Oh, I
forgot...she can't love anything."

"She's actually trying to get your little wish-list filled out."

"Great...and if she can't get what we need, she can always just stand
there and give us her patented arctic blast glare. That should bring
the temp down to, oh, I don't know...about 50 degrees?"

"Ah, she's not so bad," Jon laughed.

"Yeah, you're right...she's got a nice rack." Both men dissolved into
fits of laughter.

"Seriously, though, her ass ain't bad, either," Trip continued.

"Stop it...you're killing me!" Jon begged.

"Okay, okay," Jon finally conceded, "We really shouldn't be talking
about my crew like that, especially an officer."

They sat in silence for a moment, picking at their meals of chicken
breast and wilted lettuce. As the Captain brought a forkful of food
up to his mouth, Trip surreptitiously studied the man. The way his
open mouth would flash his white, lower teeth and pink tongue, the
set of his firm jaw as he chewed. Normally, Trip found the sight of
people eating a little disturbing, certainly nothing erotic, but
watching Archer do it caused a slight tingling in his groin. He
wondered what those lips would taste like. He looked away for a
moment, mentally searching for something to fill the silence. Then he
remembered something Archer brought up during his visit to
engineering...something that had nagged at Trip at the time.

"Hey, Jon, you said that you didn't want to go home unless absolutely
necessary. Don't you have anyone home you wanna see?" he paused,
taking a swig of beer as he thought of the best way to phrase the
next part, then thought, 'fuck it...what do I gotta lose?"

"You know...girlfriend?...boyfriend?" Trip glanced up a half-moment
after saying the last part, trying to gage a reaction from Archer.

"No, not really. We've been so busy the past year trying to get the
Enterprise launched that I haven't had time for a social life," Jon
answered. Trip noticed that Archer wouldn't actually meet his gaze as
he answered. Ah-ha, a chink in the armor?

"Tell me about it," Trip continued, admiration obvious in his voice,
"How many times did we ask your ass to join us for a beer after
quitting time? It was always 'I'll be down in a bit,' or 'after I
check these systems.' Damn, if we didn't know for a fact how hard you
really were working, we'd have thought you were a snob, too good to
have a drink with us lowly engineers. I don't think a day went by
that you didn't put in a minimum of 12 hours...usually more like 16."

"And you were with me most of those late nights, as I recall. Never
would have gotten off the ground without you, Trip."

"Ah, knock it off...you're gonna give me a swelled head," Trip
replied with a cocky grin, then lifted his bottle once more. "To the
mutual admiration society."

"Cheers," Jon responded, tilting his head back to drain the last of
the brew. Trip found himself studying the way the Captain's throat
moved as he swallowed.

'Admiration...heh, you have NO idea,' he thought to himself, pressing
the cool glass of the bottle to his forehead. He waited a beat, then
continued cautiously.

"So, hope I'm not being too forward, but when was the last time you
had a girlfriend...or boyfriend?"

"Nah, I don't mind. I guess it's been about two years...and a 'girl'
by the way. I've never actually been with...uh...a man," he was still
looking at his beer bottle as he answered. "How about you, Trip?
Anyone waiting for you to get back? What was that one girl's
name...Sherri? Kerri?"

"Jerri, actually...but that wasn't anything serious, just a bit of
fun. I was seeing someone I met at a seminar in Toronto, but that was
fairly casual as well. Kind of an on-again/off-again thing. 'Off-
again' at launch time."

"Oh, yeah? Is this...person...someone in Star Fleet?"

"Actually, yes...he is...he works in cybernetics research and
development."

"That must be an interesting subject, and what with you both being
interested in engineering..."

"What we were both really 'interested' in was sex," Trip interrupted.
he realized that, without even really intending to, he had gone into
full seduction mode with his commanding officer. He locked eyes with
Archer, never once looking away, even as he sensed the Captain start
to get a little uncomfortable and fidgety...he even blushed a bit, it
was kinda cute.

"Well...yeah, I guess that would be important. I...uh...I never
really got with another guy..."

"So you already said," Tucker interrupted again, his voice silky,
"Not even in college?"

"No, and I know that's when we're supposed to 'experiment' with
things like sexuality. I mean, I did a bit of 'petting'
and...uh...beating-off with my buddies, but nothing like, uhm,
actually full blown...you know...sex." Archer started to trail off as
his face turned a bit pinker. Trip decided to press his advantage.

"Let me get you another beer, 'buddy', looks like you're about ready."

"Thanks," Archer replied, then chuckled, "So, is this where you say
it looks like I could use a massage."

"Touché," Trip smirked as he brought over another couple of
bottles.
"No...this is where I suggest that you and me go over to your bed and
have an amazing, teeth-rattling night of passionate love-making."

Once again, he stared directly into the Captain's eyes. Christ, how'd
he never notice that Archer had the most beautiful, soulful eyes he'd
ever seen?

"Umm...oh, I..."

"Jon, I know it might not be a good idea for a captain to get
'involved' with is crew, especially his officers, but..."

"Okay," this time Archer interrupting.

"What?" Trip exclaimed, not quite sure he heard correctly.

"Okay...let's, uh, do this," the Captain responded in a quite voice.
"I want to do this...with you."

They slowly smiled at each other and Trip put out his hand to pull
Jon from his chair. Jon began to move over to the bed, but Trip
placed a hand on his hip, stopping him.

Tenderly, awkwardly, they wrapped their arms around each other in a
loose embrace. Slowly Trip brought his slightly parted lips closer
and closer to the Captain's. At the last second he veered away,
lightly placing his lips on Archer's stubbley chin. Archer closed his
eyes as Trip began placing butterfly-soft kisses up his jaw-line.
First up and down one side, then the other, the feel of Trip's hot
breath on his hot skin dragged a groan of lust and longing from
Archer that he didn't even know was there. Finally he felt moist
lips, soft and firm at the same time, brush against his own. Almost
immediately the lips were followed by a wetter, probing tongue that
gently traced its way around the outside of his mouth, spiraling down
inward. Trip liked to kiss with his eyes open, he really got off on
seeing the emotions play out over his partner's face. 'Vulcan's have
NO fuckin' idea what they're missing,' he thought smugly to himself
as he drank in the sight of his superior officer quickly succumbing
to lust.

Despite the heat and closeness of the cabin, Jon tightened his
embrace on Trip. His gasps and groans of passion were now being cast
directly into Trip's mouth, answered by Trip's own purring sounds of
encouragement.


Trip's hands searched out the hem of Archer's blue shirt and slid up
inside, gliding over the Captain's sweaty back. In one quick move, he
had the shirt up and off Archer and flung to the floor, necessitating
a break in the kiss. Instead of returning to his partner's lips,
Trip's mouth landed on Jon's neck, tasting the saltiness as he
dragged his tongue up and down.

As Trip started heading south, Jon grabbed the sides of his shirt,
pulling it up for Trip as he continued his journey downward.
Wanting...no, NEEDING...to feel as much of the Captain's flesh
against his as possible, Tucker once again wrapped his arms tightly
around Jon, pressing their bare chests together as he ran his hands
once more over the Captain's back. Archer responded in kind, holding
Trip tightly in his own strong arms.

The two men stood their...not kissing, not speaking, just holding on
to each other, heads hanging over each other's shoulder. Lazily they
began to lick and nuzzle whatever their mouths could reach...the side
of a neck, the top of a shoulder, an ear, catching a bead of sweat as
it slid down the side of a face. Archer's fingers reached up and
curled into the short, wet hairs at the back of Trip's head,
directing the engineer's mouth back to his own. Their tongues dueled,
playfully seeking dominance until Trip surrendered, content to
gently nurse on Archer's tongue. Suddenly Trip broke the kiss,
stifling a laugh, but not the grin that came with it.

"Wha...?" Jon croaked, knitting his brow.

"Your chest hairs...tickles..." Trip responded, dropping his eyes
down to stare at Jon's broad, lightly haired pecs. He brought his
hands up and began to rub and lightly squeeze the muscular chest.
Archer groaned his appreciation, closing his eyes and throwing his
head back. Squatting slightly, Trip let his mouth join his hands,
kissing and licking the Captain's chest.

"CHRIST!" Jon barked out, shuddering as Trip gently bit at his right
nipple while simultaneously tweaking the other. Sealing his mouth
around the pink nub, Trip continued to lightly chew and suck as his
tongue prodded and poked.

While Trip's one hand rubbed and pulled Jon's nipple, the other was
not idle. Reaching behind the Captain, Trip grabbed a handful of
Archer's right ass cheek. The erotic sensations Trip's talented mouth
and hands were drawing from his body caused the Captain's knees to
buckle.

"Trip...if we don't go over to the bed right now...I'm gonna fall
over," Archer managed to croak out.

Wearing that familiar grin, Trip stood up straight to once again
embrace his commanding officer. This time he helped himself to two
handfuls of the Captain's sweet, firm butt.

"Whatever you say...Sir," he drawled between a few light, quick
kisses.

Trip pulled Archer backward toward the bunk. Once there, he slowly
lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, dragging his tongue
down the center of Jon's torso as he went. While his hands roughly
clenched and massaged Jon's ass through his blue shorts, Trip's
tongue found and invaded the navel at the center of the flat stomach
in front of him.

Once more, Archer felt as if his feet would go out from under him, so
he grabbed onto Trip's shoulders for support. Trip brought his face
lower still, pressing it directly into the hot, large lump tenting
out the front of the Captain's shorts and taking a deep whiff. After
wiping his face all over the shorts, Trip began mouthing the
Captain's throbbing, painfully erect cock directly through the nylon
material. The fingers of one hand were starting to push inward,
shoving themselves and the cloth of the seat of his shorts deeper
into Jon's ass crack. His other hand worked itself up the leg of the
shorts, moving in small, circular motions over the bare flesh of the
muscular ass cheek it uncovered, laying a quick smack or two to the
exposed mound.

"Oh...please, Trip...y-you're...uhhh...GOD! Uh...uhhh..."

Trip allowed the Captain a few more moments to babble on, and then he
leaned back and beamed up at the man above him. His hands worked
around to the front of the shorts and grabbed, slowly sliding them
down. The line of hair that trailed down from Archer's navel slightly
thickened and then meshed into the dark brown hair that marked the
top of the Captain's pubes. The material met some resistance as it
ran over the confined erection, but with a final tug the offending
garment fell away, dropping down around the Captain's ankles.

The shaft of Jon's iron-hard penis swung horizontally in the air just
in front of Trip's face, swaying like a cobra. The palpable scent of
sex doubled, and Trip couldn't contain a lustful groan of
anticipation as he gazed at the thick, formidable cock of his
superior officer. He blew a gentle breath onto the head, sending a
series of tiny shock waves up and down Archer's body. More shock
waves and louder groans as Trip began massaging the Captain's hairy
balls, pulled up tight in their sack. Archer's face wore a glazed,
almost pained expression...one Trip was well acquainted with. It was
the blank look that men tended to get during sex. When their higher
brain functions shut down, their slack mouths hang half-open, their
eyes stare unfocused. God...he really loved that goofy expression!
Smiling to himself, he went in for the kill.

He could actually feel the heat against his lips a moment before
contact, and then the spongy head of the Captain's cock wedged itself
halfway between the engineer's parted lips. Trip would have been
disappointed had the feathery dance of his tongue tip over the
satiny, salty helmet not caused Archer to quake once more. The grip
on his right shoulder tightened as the hand on his left reached up
and tangled itself once more in the sopping wet hair on the back of
Trip's head. It was fairly obvious that the Captain wouldn't hold out
much longer.

Sealing his lips just behind the flared head of the penis, Trip
ground the flat of his tongue over the tip and sucked in, hollowing
his cheeks. He began to bob his head up and down on the Captain's
hard shaft, burying his nose deep in the musky pubes. It didn't take
more than a few moments before Archer's grip became painful as he
hunched over Trip's head.

"TRIP!!...Stop!...I'm, uhhh...AAAAHHH...AAAAGHHH!!...GAAAHHHH!!!"

Each fierce spasm culminated with a volley of hot seed shot into
Trip's sucking mouth, which he greedily accepted and swallowed with
mewling, animalistic noises.

Trip continued to slowly apply gentle sucking pressure to the
Captain's cock, sadistically enjoying the way his undulating tongue
wracked Jon's body with post-orgasmic aftershocks. When he pulled his
mouth off Jon's erection, a string of saliva and semen momentarily
connected the head of Archer's cock to the engineer's lower lip. With
a gentle shove, he helped Archer to fling himself down onto the bed,
where he lay panting as if he'd just been in a race. Well, this race
wasn't over yet, as far as Trip was concerned...not by a long shot.

Standing up, Trip grabbed the waist of his own shorts, lowered them
down to the deck and stepped out of them. It really felt good to have
his own hard dick and hot, sweaty balls out of the confining
material. Next he removed his socks and shoes. While he was down
there, he finished pulling off the Captain's shorts from around his
ankles and removed his shoes as well. He decided to leave Jon's socks
on...the small article of clothing made him look even more naked by
comparison...and therefore, somehow hotter.

Grabbing the shaft of his own cock, Trip began to slowly pump up and
down, frigging the large, plum-shaped head that was coated in a shiny
layer of pre-cum. His mind raced with thoughts of all the nasty
things he wanted to do with the man lying before him.

Archer lay face up on the bunk, his left leg hanging off the side.
His one hand was slowly rubbing his belly while his other arm was
thrown over his face.

"Trip...I'm so sorry," he gasped.

"Sorry? Sorry 'bout what? I believe I've wanted to do that since the
first moment I laid eyes on you. Don't be sorry for cumming so quick,
either. Now you're a little 'desensitized'...we can take our good
sweet time with the rest of the night."

Archer didn't answer, so Trip continued in a low voice, "We didn't do
anything wrong, Jon. I really, really enjoyed that...I think you did,
too."

Trip felt a drip or two of sweat sliding down his side as he watched
the rising and falling of Jon's chest. What the hell was wrong with
him? He waited for a minute, then continued, just loud enough for
Archer to hear.

"Hey...Jon...do you want me to go?"

Still no answer, so with a resigned sigh Trip bent over and started
picking up his things. After figuring out exactly which discarded
pieces of clothing were his, he turned around to look at Jon once
more.

Jon was propped up on his elbows, an enigmatic expression on his
face. Desire? Regret? About the only thing that was clear was
confusion. Trip wondered if he should just drop his things and head
over to the bed...let his actions speak for him. This certainly
wouldn't be the first time he had to lead a novice in the arts of
pleasing (and getting pleasure) from a man. Archer took a deep breath
and opened his mouth to say something, and that's when the comm-link
squawked into life.

"Captain? Sub-Commander T'Pol...I have succeeded in contacting a
Tellerite trading vessel. They have seemingly agreed to supply the
necessary components to repair the environmental control system. We
require you on the bridge to negotiate the purchase. Have you seen
Commander Tucker? He is not in his quarters or in Engineering."

One more intense look...a look that seemed to hold a mix of both
desire and regret in equal measure.

"Yes, he's here with me. Good work, T'Pol, we'll be right up."

They quickly put their clothes back on, not speaking to each other
until they were out in the hall.

"What a stroke of luck, we might be able to get the parts we need and
make a peaceful first contact as well," Archer commented, though he
didn't sound nearly as enthused as he should.

"Yeah...luck," Trip agreed. He had never resented the Vulcan more
than he did at that exact moment.

Though Trip would steal sideways glances at Jon, they walked on in
silence to the bridge.


With a little help from Hoshi, Archer was able to come to a mutually
agreeable trade with the Tellerite captain. Trip had to be there
during the negotiations in case there were questions of technological
compatibility...but it was the last place he wanted to be. He felt
uncomfortable, out of sorts, and he wasn't sure why. If only he could
have the last hour back. Sure, he had enjoyed it, but it was fairly
obvious that something was up with Archer. Maybe he didn't want to
get involved with an officer under his command. Maybe he had just
been horny, and Trip had made it too easy for him to get some relief.
Hell, maybe he just needed a little time to think things through.
They'd been friends for some time now, and the last thing Trip wanted
was to fuck up their friendship over something as stupid as a little
meaningless sex. It WAS just meaningless sex, wasn't it?

Trip closed his tired eyes and started thinking about Jon's face. The
cute way he blushed, his almost shy smile when he first got out of
his chair, his expression as Trip's skillful hands played over his
body, his near-panic as he came down Trip's throat...the taste of him
on his tongue.

"Mister Tucker...Mister Tucker!"

The icy voice of T'Pol snapped Trip out of his reverie.

"Yeah...I'm sorry...what were you saying?" Trip hadn't even noticed
that the conference was over. Hoshi had closed communications and
Archer was going over some sort of report with Reed.

"You are required to board the Tellerite vessel and supervise the
exchange. The captain thought it prudent that you examine the
components in person. The Tellerite atmosphere is close enough to
Earth standard that an enviromental suit should not be required.
Captain Archer, you will wish to accompany Mister Tucker?"

"No...I will be staying on the Enterprise," Archer replied, not even
looking up from his report.

Even T'Pol raised an eyebrow at this. "Sir? I assumed you would want
to see the alien ship first hand, talk to their captain..."

"Well, you assumed wrong, Sub-Commander. Mister Tucker, please report
when you have completed repairs to the environmental controls. Come
on, people, we have a lot of work to do."

'I wonder what the fuck that's all about,' Trip though to himself as
he exited the bridge. 'Oh, he'll get a report, alright!' Even if it
was a one-time thing, they had to clear this up. He didn't want to
spend the rest of his hitch with this hanging between them.


The Tellerites were a strange looking people, not that 'strange' was
a particularly unique adjective out here. They reminded Trip of
nothing so much as terrestrial pigs. They were skilled engineers,
though. Turns out that they had a hand (hoof?) in the creation of
transporter technology. Not much on the niceties, Trip
noted...straight and to the point. Maybe he could learn a thing or
two from them about handling his own affairs, he thought wryly.

Tellerite technology seemed to fit perfectly with their own. Once
back on the Enterprise, Trip immediately went back to engineering to
start the instillation of the components. Another few hours of
cramped access tubes, steam blasts to the face and rerouting of
circuits and the job was done.

A cheer went up through the engine room as, for the first time in
several days, cool air started to pump out through the vents. The
Enterprise's first heat wave was officially over.

Trip allowed himself a few moments to rest. All he really wanted was
a quick shower and to fall into bed. He'd been up now for over twenty
hours, and the last thing he wanted to do was face Archer.

"Straight and to the point...just like the space-piggies," Trip
murmured.

"Excuse me, sir?" one of his ensigns inquired.

"Oh, nothing...just one more little thing I gotta fix before I bunk
down," was Tucker's weary reply.

As he walked to the bridge, several crewmen he met on the way would
pat him on the back or call out their thanks. 'Nice to be
appreciated,' he thought, but the acknowledgements did little to
settle the butterflies in his stomach. Butterflies? What the hell was
wrong with him? Then, in a moment of pure clarity, it dawned on him
what was eating him so.

'Oh, crap...I refuse, I fuckin' refuse...I like the guy...hell, like
him a lot, and sure, he's damn sexy, but I refuse to be in 'love'
with him. Love?! DAMN! Trip, ol' son...how'd you let this load of
trouble sneak up on you? You screwed up this time, for sure.'

He couldn't help but smile at the irony...maybe those damn Vulcans
had the right idea after all.


Like the rest of the ship, the bridge greeted Tucker with a barrage
of comments.

"Hey, look, it's our hero!"
"It's about time! What's next, frostbite?"
"Good job, chief."
"Yeah, it's nice to have some cool air, Trip."

Trip barely acknowledged their statements as he did a quick scan for
the Captain. Apparently, T'Pol had the bridge.

"Hey, T'Pol, where's the Captain? He wanted to see me after the
repairs."

"He is in his quarters," was the Vulcan's clipped response.

"Thanks...so, cold enough for ya'?" Trip drawled with a wink.

"The temperature is nearing normal environmental parameters. Your
repairs seem to be adequate, though I would need to examine them to
confirm their efficiency."

"Uh...riiiight. Well, you're welcome."

Though deep down he had a grudging respect for the Sub-Commander,
Trip was fairly sure that he'd never learn to enjoy her company.


Shortly, he found himself standing in front of the Captain's door.

'Come on, man, don't be such a coward,' he thought to himself. 'Let's
get this over with and move on.'

"Enter," Archer called out in response to Trip's knock.

"Captain...you wanted to see me?"

Archer turned around from his desk, a sad smile on his face, "Hey,
Trip, good job on the...uh...heating problem. I'm really looking
forward to reading your report on the Tellerites."

Trip waited a heartbeat before he replied, "You could have gone with
me, you know."

"Yeah, well...I'm sorry, I should have, but I needed a little time
alone to think some things through," a pregnant pause followed.
"Look, what happened between us earlier, I just can't get involved in
something like that, okay? It would probably be best to pretend it
didn't happen."

"Sure...I understand...will that be all, Sir?"

It looked like Archer was going to say something, but he just nodded
his head and turned back to his desk.

Trip turned to leave, feeling a little betrayed. Not so much by the
Captain, more so by himself. He'd been given the brush off...so what?
It wasn't like it was the first time, nor probably the last. Part of
him was still grasping at straws, trying to convice himself that this
whole event was no more important than any of his previous conquests.
He knew he was lying to himself, though. He hadn't felt so empty in a
long time. The Captain's rejection was like a punch to the stomach.
Screw this! He stopped at the door and turned to face Archer.

"Jon...actually, I DON'T understand. What's wrong with us being
together?"

"Trip, please...this isn't easy for me," Jon said quietly.

"And it's not easy for me, either! Look, we're gonna spend a lot of
time together, boss. I can't have you looking the other way every
time we pass each other out there. After all we've been through I
think you owe me a bit more. TALK to me!"

"Damn it, Trip! Can't you just respect my wishes..."

"Well, respect's a two way street, buddy," Trip cut him off. "This
wasn't like we were playing a damn card game. We connected! I felt it
and you know you felt it, too! Look me in the eye and tell me it
meant nothing to you."

Archer spun around in his chair.

"Jesus, Trip, you don't fucking get it! Of course, it meant
something! That's the whole point. Seems all you're ever interested
in is a little fun with whomever you're with. When I'm with someone,
I'm with them all the way. I don't wan't you dropping by, looking for
sex or whatever, and then expect me to act like nothing's happened.
I...I need more than that, Trip. I guess I'm just 'old-fashioned'
that way. Having someone as a lover means a hell of a lot to me.

As Jon spoke, Trip slowly moved forward, stopping a foot or two away
from the Captain. In his mind he could still feel the heat that
radiated from Jon's skin. Once more Trip had an epiphany, and it all
became clear. The Captain wasn't merely brushing him off.

"I think I finally get it," Trip said, his voice almost gentle, "you
think you need to love someone and be loved by someone if they're
gonna be with you...right?"

Jon's beautiful, sad eyes stared up at Trip. The Captain could be so
strong, so sure of himself...it was strange to see him like this.
Almost imperceptibly, Archer nodded a reply.

"Yeah, that's it."

Archer flinched slightly as Trip gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Jon," Trip continued in a hushed voice, trailing his fingers up to
lightly brush against Jon's jaw-line. "I gotta ask you something.
Honestly...could you love me...DO you love me?"

Archer closed his eyes and, after an agonizing pause, silently
mouthed his response.

"Yes..."

They remained motionless and silent for a few eternal seconds, then
Trip spoke, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you...and I pray you believe that. If you need me to leave,
if you still have doubts, I'll understand...but I want you to know
that nothing's gonna change how I feel. I know it's a cliché, but
I've been looking for something for a very long time, and I now
realize that everything I ever wanted...I've found right here...with
you."

Archer smiled slightly, and a dark cloud of anguish seemed to lift
from his features. Slowly, Jon turned his head towards the hand
touching his face. Gently, he pressed his lips to Trip's rough palm.

Jon stood up and the two men faced each other. They embraced, and it
felt as natural as breathing. Their clothes, still damp with
perspiration, began to chill in the rapidly cooling air, but the
warmth of their contact held off the cold.


Archer placed his forehead against Trip's.

"Hey, we have some unfinished business. You up for it?"

Trip laughed, "Man, I'm dog tired. I ache in places I didn't know I
had, and I'm about to fall asleep standing right here...but I don't
think a whole armada of Suliban could keep me away from you!"

Kissing Trip on his forehead, Jon moved around behind him. Grabbing
the man's shirt, he lifted it over his head then took a second to
take off his own. Trip leaned back as Jon's arms wrapped around,
pulling him against the Captain's warm, broad chest. He'd never felt
so safe. Soon, a wet tongue was running up the back of his neck. It
strayed to his ear, and was then replaced with a pair of lips on his
cheek. Bending his head back, he caught his lover's mouth with his
own, sharing the first of many deep, passionate kisses. The area
around their mouths getting pink from the irritation of their rough,
stubbled faces.

Trip wriggled around to once again be chest to chest with Jon. In
duplication of earlier, Trip began to kiss his way down Jon's chest,
ending up kneeling in front of the Captain...but his superior officer
had other ideas. Jon grabbed Trip under his arms and pulled him up
back onto his feet. With a mischievous smile, Archer began slowly
working his hands and mouth down Trip's smooth torso.

"Ohhh...Jon, that feels so fuckin' good. I love the way your mouth
feels on me. Yeah, suck my tit, baby. Ohhh...that's so nice...that's
so- *OUCH*!"

Jon looked up sheepishly, "Sorry...too much teeth?"

"Well, maybe just a tetch," Trip grinned as he lightly rubbed his red
chest. "You'll learn...I guess it's better to bite there than, you
know...downstairs."

"What makes you think I'm gonna put that dirty thing in my mouth?"
Jon teased as he began to pull down the engineer's shorts.

Trip grabbed his dick as it came out of his shorts and began to pump
up and down on it, just inches from Jon's face.

"Hmm...can you think of somewhere else you'd rather put it?"

Jon laughed nervously, "One step at at time, Mister Tucker, one step
at a time."

"So much for the brave explorer," Trip grumbled.

Sitting back on his haunches, Jon reached out and lightly fingered
Trip's cock. The head was dark pink and shining with the pre-cum that
had been leaking out. As he squeezed, a clear bead of it formed at
the tip and ran down to drip onto his hand. Thick veins ran through
the shaft down to the base, nestled in a thick patch of dark pubic
hair. His large scrotum hung down, swaying as Jon replaced Trip's
fist with his own and began to pump up and down on the engineer's
penis. The smell was musky and intoxicating, urging the Captain to
move in closer.

"That's it, grab that fucker...oh, yeah," Trip gasped, closing his
eyes and arching his head back. Jon rubbed the shaft a few more
times, only lightly touching the bottom of the head, watching the
face of his lover. The moment of truth...

Bending slightly, he brought his lips within an inch of the crown of
the pole. He seemed to be considering something for a moment, then,
with a moan, he firmly pressed his lips to the shiny head. Trip
watched, fascinated, as the Captain began to nibble and lick his
cock. He licked and swallowed the beads of pre-cum as they drizzled
out of the head of Trip's dick. Leaning back after a moment, Archer
grinned up at his partner as he ran his hands up and down the back of
Trip's legs.

"Like it?" Trip drawled.

"Oh, yeah!" Jon enthusiastically replied, once again staring at the
throbbing, thick organ in front of him.

"Put it in your mouth," Tucker whispered huskily, placing his hand
lightly on the back of Archer's head. "Please, baby...I gotta watch
you suck me off...come on, angel...suck my cock..."

Trip continued his hypnotic stream of obscenity-laced endearments as
he applied slight pressure to the back of Jon's head. Jon opened his
mouth and started to lave the head of Trip's cock with his pink
tongue. Then, as Trip hissed his approval, he closed his lips around
the shaft.

The Captain suckled Trip's dick like a hungry calf, sliding it in and
out of his mouth as he swirled his tongue around the shaft. Trip
gently tilted Jon's head a little to the side, allowing him a clear
view of the spit-soaked pole slowly fucking the Captain's face. He
liked the way the lips would push in on the inward stroke, only to be
drawn out as they dragged down the shaft on the outward stroke.

Jon whimpered in pleasure, totally lost in the man in front of him.
The taste, the smell, the feel, even the sound of Trip's voice,
murmuring encouragement and vocalizing his pleasure -- each sensation
was like an electric jolt sent through Jon's body (centered mostly in
his groin, of course). In his excitment, he thrust his face forward a
little too far, too fast and came up gagging and coughing.

"Take it easy, babe...just get used to it," Trip sighed as he
continued to stroke the back of Jon's head.

"Yeah...little carried away is all...you taste so damn good..." Jon
responded as he dipped his head back down to recapture Trip's cock.

Playfully, Trip moved the tip of his prick away from Jon's mouth just
as he was about to close on it. He continued his little game of keep-
away for a few seconds more until Archer looked up, panting and
whimpering in frustration. Pressing the head against the Captain's
cheek, Trip started sliding it around, leaving a series of shiny
saliva trails over Jon's face. Jon tracked around, following the lure
like a baby bird searching out a worm. Indulgently, Trip eventually
sank his shaft back into Jon's warm, wet, silky mouth.

He liked that he seemed to be taking the dominate role so far. Having
the captain of the ship on his knees, servicing him so willingly was
a turn on, in and of itself.

"Look up at me, baby...that's it. I want to see your pretty eyes as
you suck me. Damn, but you're beautiful. I love you so fuckin' much."

Though he could have continued to enjoy the blowjob until he came,
Trip had plenty of other things he wanted to try. Pulling out of
Jon's suckling mouth with an audible 'pop', he helped his lover back
to his feet.

Jon grabbed the back of Trip's head and lunged forward. Trip was
surprised a little by the ferocity of the attack, but instantly gave
in to the Captain's hunger. Jon thrust his tongue forcefully down
Trip's throat, pressing firmly against his warmth, frantically
inhaling his face. Jon began grinding his own still covered cock
against Trip's, wrapping his free arm around the engineer's waist.
Trip moved his hands around Jon's damp back and then up and over his
powerful shoulders, enthralled with the scent as perspiration began
to form over their bodies again. Somehow, they made it across the
room to Archer's bunk.

Trip pushed Jon down on the bed and helped him remove the rest of his
clothes. Pushing the Captain's knees apart, Trip kneeled down at his
groin, wrapping a hand around each of their erections. Scooting
forward, he placed their dicks together, their balls kissing. Trip
grabbed the combined column of meat and jacked them as one, leering
down at the handsome superior officer.

Bending over, Trip once more got to savor the taste of Jon's
cock...something he couldn't ever imagine he'd tire of. As he pumped
his talented mouth on Archer's dick, his hands moved up, rubbing the
Captain's belly, sides, arms, biceps and pecs. Archer grasped one of
Trip's hands and brought it up to his mouth, licking the palm and
sucking on the callused fingers.

Pulling back once again, Trip placed his hands under Jon's firm
thighs and pushed back. Jon looked down with interest as Trip swooped
down and took first one, then (with some difficulty) the other of
Jon's balls simultaneously into his mouth. He loved the texture of
the wrinkly, hairy scrotum on his tongue, and sluiced it around as
best he could inside his overstuffed mouth.

Archer lightly started fingering his own cock as he lay back and
enjoyed Trip's oral skills.

"Oh, Trip...that's feels great...mmmm..."

Trip scooted a little further back, dragging his open mouth down to
the soft skin just behind the ball sack...drifting ever lower...until.

"TRIP!...OH, GOD!...oh, oh, ohhhhh YES...no one's ever...AAAAAHHHH,
that feels so good! Oh, please...don't stop!" Jon's fingers clawed at
the bed as he arched his back and threw his head wildly back and
forth.

Trip smiled as he remembered the first time someone rimmed him. He'd
practically tore through the mattress. Luckly for Jon, he liked doing
it as much as he liked having it done to him. Stiffening his tongue
into a spear, he continued his oral assault of the Captain's most
secret of places.

After a few minutes, Trip pulled out and sat up. He couldn't wait
another moment to feel his lover deep inside him.

"Jon...got any kind of lube?"

"Wha?" Archer panted, not quite back on the same plane as his
partner. "T-try...try in the drawer...by the bed..."

Quickly rummaging through the drawer, Trip found the small tube. As
he took off the cap, he couldn't help but get a chuckle out of the
look of trepidation on Archer's face.

"Trip...I'm not sure I'm ready...I...it's not that I don't..."

"Sssshhh...it's not for you," Trip assured him with a soothing voice
and a wink, "it's for me."

He started slathering up Jon's prick, coating it with a layer of the
slick ointment. When the job was finished to Trip's satisfaction, he
grabbed Jon's hand and squeezed out a generous amount of the lube
onto the Captain's fingers. Now Trip climbed up and lay over his
lover, belly to belly...one leg between Jon's and the other off to
his side.

"Get me ready, babe," he sighed as he arched his own ass up into the
air.

Archer took his lube-coated fingers and reached out to slide them
between the firm cheeks of Tucker's gorgeous ass. Quickly, he found
the wrinkled pucker of Trip's anus, and gently started to rub his
fingers around the tight, rubbery opening. The sphincter muscles of
the engineer's ass slowly loosened, and Trip gasped and cooed in
pleasure as Jon began to work one of his thick fingers into the snug
hole.

"Oh, NICE! Play with that ass, babe...your touch feels so
good...you're driving me crazy...that's right, pump it in and out."

After a while, Jon was able to work two fingers into his gasping,
writhing lover. Trip worked his way back up to Jon's face, placing
his full weight on top of his superior's body, knocking the air out
of him. He caught that air in his mouth as he planted his lips over
Jon's, and breathed it back into his lungs. The two men shared some
deep, soulful kisses while the Captain continued to gently finger
fuck his chief engineer.

Trip crawled further up, until he was straddling Archer. Reaching
back, he grabbed the Captain's extremely hard dick and began rubbing
it up and down the cleft of his ass. He shuddered as the head ran
over and ground into his asshole.

Jon watched in complete fascination as Trip slowly started to sit on
his cock. The tight opening, despite the earlier preparation,
initially refused to give. Trip started a throaty growl and pressed
down harder. Slowly...oh, so slowly...his anus stretched into an
outrageous "O" around the head of the Captain's penis. Jon reached
down and grasped Trip's ass cheeks, holding them apart. White pain
radiated up Trip's spine from his overstuffed hole, causing him to
clench his eyes shut and grit his teeth.

"Trip...you okay? Stop..." Jon panted.

Tucker responded by grunting and shaking his head, needing the rest
of his concentration to take the large dick up his chute. Sweating
and shaking on top of the Captain's pole, Trip threw his head back as
he corkscrewed in another few inches.

"YEAH...THAT'S it!" Trip gasped as his sex noises came back online.
"OhhhhhFUCK! That's soooo fuckin' good!"

Jon slid his fingers in closer, tracing the tightly stretched band of
Trip's sphincter as it swallowed the substantial girth. Jon never
felt anything in his life as amazing as this. Fucking Trip was like
fucking a clenched fist that's wearing a velvet glove coated in hot
oil. He lay back and enjoyed the show, listening to the noises Trip
was making as he fucked himself. He continued his low growls,
punctuating with little hiccuping yelps each time he hit rock bottom,
then, as he pulled up, hissing loudly between his teeth.

Trip undulated his hips and pinched his own nipples as he licked his
grinning lips. His hair was plastered to his forehead from the
perspiration. Jon couldn't help but laugh at his goofy (yet extremely
effective) attempts at looking sexy. The engineer placed his hands
behind his head and continued to pump up and down like some kind of
exotic dancer or wind-up toy. On one of the downswings, Archer
clamped onto Trip's thighs and held him down. Trip swooped down again
and their lips sealed. With his cock firmly planted up Trip's butt,
Jon began to grind his hips up against the firm ass cheeks. This
caused his shaft to stir inside his lover, bumping up against his
prostate. Each time he hit it, Trip's dick ejected a new flow of pre-
cum as he blasted out an impassioned breath down Archer's throat.
Trip couldn't hold out any longer, and struggled up out of Jon's
grasp.

"Oh...baby...I'm fixin' to cum," he croaked, blinking the sweat from
his eyes as he used the last of his energy to grind frantically on
top of his commanding officer.

"UUURRR...AAAAHHH!...FUCK!...AAAHHHH!..."

The powerful blasts of semen shot out of Trip's cock and hit the
headboard, as well as Jon's chin, chest and stomach. Each blast
caused Trip to clench up his whole body, massaging the Captain's cock
in a most wonderful way. Archer's moans and screams soon joined
Trip's. A small part of Trip's sex-fried brain registered the
spreading warmth of the Captain's seed as he filled his bowels full
of hot cum.

"Ohhh...here it comes...that's it!...OHHHH...GOD DAMN!...GAAAHHHH!"

At the end of their climaxes, Trip collapsed on top of Archer...each
of them absolutely wrung out by the powerful, passionate sex they had
just shared. Panting on top of Jon's chest, Trip's tongue contacted
the still hot seed he'd shot all over the Captain. Slurping it up, he
followed the pearly trail up to Archer's jaw, were he lovingly
cleaned Jon's face with his tongue. Slipping his tongue into Archer's
mouth, Trip shared the taste of his own cum with his lover.

"Hey..." Jon whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you...that was absolutely...amazing."

Trip looked up and smiled, "No...thank YOU...I love you, Jon Archer."

Jon returned the smile, looking thoughtful for a moment.

"And I love you, too."

As Trip snuggled down to rest his head on Archer's chest, the Captain
murmured, "Hey...before you get all comfy, get up and grab a blanket,
will you? Feels like it's going to be a little chilly in here
tonight."

"Jeez, some people are never satisfied," Trip grumbled.

Wrapped in their blanket and in each other's arms, Jon soon felt Trip
drop off to sleep. Little did he know that Trip would end up in his
bed, let alone in his life. Yet here he was, feeling that comforting
weight pressing down on top of him, Trip's head resting on his chest.
Archer soon also drifted off to sleep, listening to the pattern of
Trip's breathing and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.