Friend or Fantasy

Jon froze. ‘Had Trip just called out his name in the heat of passion? There was no way Trip could know it was him. Did Trip really want him?’ Gently Jon released him from his mouth and slowly crawled up the body beneath him careful to keep contact to a minimum.

Trip realized his mistake as soon as the talented mouth stilled. He moaned desperately at the sudden loss of contact. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Please, it won’t happen again.” Frantically he tried to apologize.

Jon knew there was only one way he would get answers to the questions swirling around in his brain. With a trembling hand he carefully removed Trip’s blindfold.

Trip blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the light. When he was able to focus he gasped as he saw the face of the man only inches from his own. The face of a man he had been fantasizing about for what felt like forever. Jon.

“Trip?” Jon’s normally commanding voice held a slight tremor as though he was afraid to hear the answer to the question he was about to ask. “Is it me you want?”

Trip was too stunned to answer immediately. He searched Jon’s face for any indication that his feelings were returned. Seeing the same longing he felt reflected back through the familiar green eyes he whispered huskily, “Untie me and find out.”

A moment later, Jon fingers were working on the knots securing Trip’s right hand. Jon was never more thankful for his Eagle Scout training in regards to knots as he made quick work of releasing his beloved southerner. No sooner had he undone the first restraint then Trip quickly used his free hand to pull him in and claim his mouth in a fierce kiss rolling his body over Jon’s pinning him underneath him. Trip’s left hand still remained secure.

Surprised by Trip’s sudden move Jon’s mouth opened in a yelp of surprise. Trip took advantage of the opportunity as his tongue slid quickly inside. Both men moaned as their tongues touched then slid against each other in a sensuous dance. Jon’s wrapped his arms around the engineer, letting his hands roam over the broad back; feeling the play of the strong muscles under the warm, smooth skin. When the need for oxygen finally forced them to part Trip continued to kiss Jon’s face, neck, shoulders, anywhere that his still restrained hand would let him reach.

Jon rolled them over again so they were back in the position they had started in. He then quickly left a trail of wet kisses in a path from the blond man’s chest to his navel then once again took Trip’s hard length in his mouth to continue where he had left off. Trip groaned and the fingers of his free hand combed through Jon’s sandy hair as he watched in fascination while his cock slipped in and out of Jon’s mouth and his head bobbed between his legs. Finally, it became too much. His head fell back onto the pillows, “Jon, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned. His hand slipped from Jon’s head to clutch at the sheets as he fought to hold off his climax. Rather than releasing his captive, Jon redoubled his efforts and if it hadn’t been for his hands firmly pinning his lover to the bed Jon would more than likely have been choked as Trip’s hips attempted to arch off the bed. Trip’s climax washed over him and he cried out to the ceiling while his seed spilled into Jon’s hungry mouth.

Jon swallowed repeatedly and continued to work Trip’s length, drawing out his orgasm. When Trip started to soften Jon finally released him. Trip lay limply on the bed a sloppy grin spread across his face.

Jon grinned. “I take it you enjoyed that.”

Trip chuckled. “What ever gave you that idea?”

“Oh, nothing. Just that satisfied grin on your face.” Jon began to make his way back up Trip’s body pausing to nuzzle along his side.

Trip squirmed.

Jon raised an eyebrow. “Problem?”

Trip grinned sheepishly. “Ticklish.”

“Really.” Jon’s eyes took on a wicked gleam to match his grin.

“Jon, you wouldn’t!”

Jon couldn’t resist the devilish impulse and ran his tongue between his ribs.

“Jon!” Trip couldn’t hold back his laughter which only served to encourage the older man who used his mouth as well as hands to torment his lover. Using his one free hand, Trip tried in vain to defend himself but was soon left a helpless, squirming, laughing mass completely at Jon’s mercy.

Trip’s helpless thrashing soon reminded Jon’s cock it had been ignored for far too long. As their bodies slid against each other green eyes met blue and held. Their bodies stilled. Jon’s fingers gently stroked his beloved’s cheek. “Trip, I want you,” his voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill down the engineer’s spine.

“You’ve got me Jon.”

The two men continue to gaze into each other’s eyes a few more moments as the intensity continued to build before Jon lowered his head once again claiming the southerner’s mouth. Both men moaned as Trip ran his hand through Archer’s hair pulling him deeper into the kiss and arched his body against him. Jon’s hand slipped between them and his fingers feathered over the lean abdomen, feeling the taut muscles quiver again at the barely there touch. Moving lower he lightly stroked the penis, which had already started to harden again.

Trip whimpered into his mouth, “Jon please, don’t tease.”

“Hush, I’ll get there.” He soothed in a low seductive whisper. “Just relax and enjoy.” Jon’s tongue began to demonstrate on the engineer’s ear what he was going to be doing shortly to another part of his body. Trip gasped at the sensations flooding his body. Resuming his exploration Jon cupped the heavy sacs lazily stroking them with his thumb. Every touch drew another moan from the blond man.

Jon pulled away to look in the younger man’s face. “Trip you’re sure this is what you want?” It was the hardest question he had ever had to ask but he needed to be absolutely sure. As much as he wanted to make love with this man, if Trip said no he’d walk away, no matter how much it tore him up inside. He’d rather Trip love him as just a friend than not at all, or worse hate him for a mistake made in the heat of the moment.

Trip saw the uncertainty in the green eyes. “Jon, I’ve wanted this for so long, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t. I want to make love with you. Not just tonight; I want to be with you every night as long as we both can draw breath.”

Jon’s heart soared with the joy he felt hearing the declaration. In contrast to their previous kisses, the kiss he shared with Trip now was soft, lingering and full of promise. As he reached for the lube Leenar had left next to the bed he smiled as images of Trip in his bed with him every night ran through his mind.

Trip watched as Jon poured the lubricant generously over his fingers then pulled his knees towards his chest giving Jon easier access. Jon’s breath caught at the sight before him matching the scene in so many of his fantasies as Trip offered himself to him. Instead of the passionate kiss Trip was expecting, Jon kissed him again gently letting his tongue lightly brush against his lips, mirroring the movement of his fingertips against Trip’s opening.

“More” Trip insisted breathlessly.

Jon responded by sliding both his tongue and index finger slowly inside. Both men moaned at the flood of new sensations. Jon’s tongue mirrored the movements of his finger. Trip did everything he could think of to increase the contact. Using his free hand he tried to pull Jon in to deepen the kiss, he arched his body and thrust his hips against him, desperately trying to encourage his lover. Jon refused to be rushed and chuckled softly, a low rumble deep in his chest as he thwarted each of the engineer’s desperate advances, increasing his frustration as he writhed beneath him.

Jon nipped at the sensitive flesh on the younger man’s throat as a second finger was added, scissoring and streching the tight space. Trip whimpered in relief at the increased stimulation. As a third was added Jon spoke low in the blond man’s ear, telling him all the things he wanted to do to him. Each image more descriptive than the last and not one that Trip disagreed with as his vivid imagination painted the pictures for him.

Jon looked into the familiar blue eyes seeing love and need. With all four fingers inside he purposely brushed against his lover’s prostate only occasionally.

“Jon, now please.” Trip had waited so long for this he was not above begging for what he so desperately wanted.

Jon’s rock hard erection leapt upon hearing the younger man’s plea and he could not hold back any longer. Withdrawing his fingers he rolled the younger man on his side and straddling his lower leg, Jon raised and bent the other across his own body. Trip groaned as he felt the thick head pressed against his opening then push through the tight muscle.

Jon had to force himself to pull back before sinking all the way into the willing body. Panting he paused giving Trip and himself time to adjust to the new sensations. After regaining some of his control he pushed the rest of the way into the tight heat. Then withdrew again knowing he had hit the desired spot as Trip nearly screamed his name.

Between his still bound arm and the position he was in Trip was barely able to move as Archer began to thrust in a slow and steady but gradually increasing rhythm. Jon could tell Trip was close, as his moans became nearly constant. Grasping the hard shaft Jon began pumping him in time with his thrusts. After only a few moments Trip came with a shuddering cry. As the muscles clenched around him Jon thrust a few more times before letting his own orgasm wash over him and collapsing on the bed next to his lover. Jon tried to get comfortable but realized Trip’s left hand was still bound to the headboard. The knot had been pulled tightly by Trip’s thrashing and took several minutes to undo. Once freed Jon pulled him close and spooned against the southerner’s back. Exhausted and blissfully sated, both men drifted into sleep moments later.

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Jon wasn’t sure what woke him. Lying on his side, slowly he opened his eyes and took in the room around him. Realizing he was alone yet again, he let out a heavy sigh. He didn’t remember going to bed. He must have fallen asleep waiting for Zeral and then been moved when they couldn’t rouse him.

Gradually the remnants of a fantastic dream involving Trip began to come back to him. So lost in his attempt to remember and get back to the dream, he didn’t hear the door to the bathroom open and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a draft against his back as the covers were lifted and a warm body slid in behind him.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, Darlin’.” A familiar accented voice spoke softly in his ear.

‘Trip!’ Jon realized with a start. It hadn’t been a dream.

A strong arm snaked around him possessively as warm, wet kisses were placed on the back of his neck. Still groggy from sleep Jon sighed and leaned into the comforting, sensual contact.

“You like that?” Trip asked. Before Jon could answer the hand that had been resting on his stomach drifted lower and began to lightly stroke his already growing erection. “Yeah, I guess you do.” He answered his own question with a teasing chuckle. Jon could feel the younger man’s breath become faster and harsher as he continued to nuzzle his neck and stroke his organ.

Trip gave Jon’s cock a loving squeeze before withdrawing his hand and easing Jon to lie on his stomach. He then proceeded to let his hands and mouth explore the broad strong back displayed before him. As his mouth moved steadily lower he left a trail of licks, gentle nips and kisses on the smooth skin; each time returning to the center running his tongue slowly between each vertebrae causing Jon to shiver and moan with delight.

Reaching the small of his back, Trip’s hands began to caress Jon’s ass. Each hand grasping and kneading a well-toned mound as the thumbs made their way to the cleft between and gently parted them. All the while his warm mouth continued moving down Jon’s spine.

Jon began panting at the mere thought of where Trip might be going with this. As soon as he felt the warm wet tongue slide between his cheeks he moaned, “Oh god, Trip that feels so good.” Trip responded by continuing his exploration. Jon nearly screamed in ecstasy and had to fight to keep from loosing it when the pleasing mouth finally reached his hidden orifice.

Trip pulled back for a moment then moved to whisper in his ear with a filthy chuckle, “Well now, who would have thought that our captain was so vocal.” The voice dropped to a low husky, almost menacing whisper sending a charge through Jon’s entire system. “Let’s see if I can really make you scream.”

Jon moaned softly in reply at the thought of what his imaginative engineer might do next. He’d never felt more open, vulnerable or exposed. He also never felt more safe, protected or loved. Trip made it that way for him. He could let go without fear or worry.

Trip returned to his ministrations with zeal. Within minutes Jon was moaning uncontrollably while his hips ground into the mattress. Trip knew he was close but pulled away, he didn’t want Jon to come just yet. Reaching for the lube, Trip began preparing the prone man. Jon was already primed and ready, it wasn’t long before Trip reached the same conclusion and spoke low in his ear, “Up on your knees Darlin’.”

Jon wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to maintain the position but complied. His arms and legs shook slightly in anticipation. Trip watched his lover for a moment with one hand caressing his soft skin and the other stroking his own hard shaft. Jon’s skin, damp with sweat, glowed in the low light as his head hung down and his breathing came in harsh gasps.

Trip settled himself kneeling behind Jon and slowly guided his now aching erection to penetrate the man before him. “Oooh, Jon yes” he sighed as he sunk into the tight channel. When he was fully sheathed, Trip sat back on his heels pulling Jon back with him and into his lap. Jon moaned as his own body weight impaled him further on Trip’s hard shaft, making him feel like he was going to split in two.

Despite how safe Jon felt with Trip old habits die hard; Jon bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out as Trip began to slide in and out of him in sure long, strong strokes. Resting his hands on Jon’s hips Trip guided his rhythm.

“Jon, let go. I want to hear you darlin’.” Trip encouraged, playfully nipping his ear causing Jon to loose the ability to form a coherent thought. Trip could almost feel the last vestiges of Jon’s control slip away. Jon closed his eyes and let his head fall back on Trip’s strong shoulder as he began to meet him thrust for thrust, his moans increasing in volume and intensity.

As Jon’s release loomed in front of him Trip slid a hand from Jon’s hip to pump his hard organ in time with their movements. “That’s it, come for me”, he growled. Moments later, with a final orgasmic shudder Jon did just that screaming Trip’s name, releasing his seed into his lover’s hand. “Oh God Jon!” Trip cried out as continued to plunge inside and felt the muscles clench around him as he followed Jon over the edge, swamped by his own orgasm.

After taking a moment to catch their breath Trip settled them both back onto bed. Facing one another they gazed into each other’s eyes, hands gently gliding over warm, damp skin. Trip spoke softly, not wanting to break the spell they seemed to be under. “Jon, why did you go to Leenar?”

“What?” Jon asked, confused by the question.

“Why did you go to Leenar about this instead of talking to me?” Trip clarified.

“Trip, I didn’t. I thought you set this up.”

“No. She told me that she needed my help fulfilling a guest’s fantasy. I assumed it was someone from the dining room or that we had seen on the tour.”

“She told me basically the same thing.” Trip looked confused. Jon began to laugh softly as the realization set in. “We’re a couple of idiots, you know that.”

After a moment Trip caught on and began to laugh as well. “We’ve known each other for nearly a decade and didn’t have a clue. How could someone who we had only just met know? Was it that obvious?”

“I think it was to everyone but us, Trip.” Jon smiled, caressing the younger man’s cheek then placed a soft kiss on his lips.

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