Don Juan de Malcolm Part 1 of Masquarade Series

Trip entered the mess hall with a new spring in his step and a smile on his face that had not been seen in quite some time. After selecting his breakfast he spotted Lieutenant Reed and made his way over to his table.

Malcolm couldn’t help noticing when the delighted engineer entered the room. It was as if a dozen extra lights were suddenly turned on. He studied the man as he chose his morning meal. There was a new energy and vitality; apparently he was pleased with the events from the night before. For a brief moment he considered telling him the truth but decided that it was still probably too soon. Malcolm turned his attention back to his own meal so Trip would not catch him as he surreptitiously observed him.

Trip knew that the man who came to his quarters could be almost anyone on board, however there were a select few he could rule out immediately. Jon would have been a welcome possibility but the build was wrong, plus they had been friends for far too long. Jon had never kept it a secret from Trip that he was attracted to both men and women but neither had been willing to cross that line and risk jeopardizing both their careers and their friendship if things didn’t work out.

Moving past various crewmembers he considered the possibility of each in turn. Most definitely it wasn’t Travis, the build and skin tone were all wrong. Lieutenant Rodriegez was another he could rule out; he was the wrong height. Trip sighed as his thoughts chased each other around in his head. Passing the table where Hoshi and Liz Cutler sat together he realized that if it had been a woman who had come to him, Hoshi would have been at the top of his list if he’d had a choice.

As he made his way towards the armory officer he wondered what the chances were that he had been his masked lover. A moment later he was chuckling at himself. The Malcolm Reed he knew would never do something so outlandish and spontaneous. No, he decided, it definitely hadn’t been Malcolm. That however didn’t stop him from secretly wishing it were, though.

“Good morning Commander.”

“Morning Malcolm” Trip returned as he took the seat opposite him.

“You look particularly chipper this morning. Slept well?”

“You could say that.”

“Care to elaborate?” Malcolm was curious to know how the engineer felt about the events from the preceding evening.

“Nope.” Trip replied with a grin.

“Pity.” Malcolm took a bite of his pancakes to hide his knowing smile, not wanting to reveal himself just yet. It was easy to see that Trip was still basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

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Two nights later Trip lay on his stomach on his bunk. The masked man had come to him again and had been teasing him for what seemed like forever. The southerner moaned and his hands clenched the sheets as a hot wet mouth moved sensuously over his back.

Earlier, while getting ready for bed, he had spent some time wondering for the umpteenth time who his mysterious lover was, but now that he was here with him again for the third time in as many nights, he found that it really didn’t matter. Only that he was here, now, mattered.

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Trip nervously paced his quarters waiting. The masked man had come to him four nights in a row, always in the middle of the night. Always after Trip had fallen asleep. Each time he had left without saying a word. Trip was fairly certain he would make another appearance tonight and he was determined to be awake when his mystery lover arrived. His masked lover had done so much for him; Trip felt it was time for him to reciprocate. He had turned down the lights and dressed in a pair of blue silk boxers hoping the mystery man would like them. With each step he took the fabric brushed against his skin reminding him of his lover’s caress.

Once again he found himself wondering at the man’s identity. Each encounter found Trip removing a few possible candidates from his list. Each time he would remove Malcolm from the list only to have him add the armory officer back on, even if it was only out of his own hopefulness and desire.

He stopped dead in his tracks, trembling slightly in anticipation when he heard a code being entered on his door’s access panel.

When the door slid open the masked man entered quickly. It wasn’t until after the door slid shut that he realized the change in atmosphere compared to his previous visits, then he took in the sight of his lover. The engineer was naked save for a pair of blue silk boxers. “God, is there a shade of blue that man doesn’t look incredible in?” Malcolm thought to himself. Trip’s hair was ruffled as though he had run his fingers through it repeatedly. The low light reflected warmly on his skin and the boxers did nothing to hide his state of semi-arousal. He looked gorgeous and utterly fuckable. Malcolm suddenly didn’t think he would be able to control himself for their usual leisurely foreplay sessions. Right now all he wanted to do was bend the engineer over his own desk, taking him hard and fast. Just the thought was enough to send his blood on an express trip to his groin.

Trip had obviously been waiting for him. Malcolm smiled at the thought. He knew the southerner enjoyed his nightly visits but had begun to wonder if he just accepted them for now and would one day tire of it all. Here was confirmation that he not only looked forward to them but perhaps even wanted to encourage them as well.

Trip closed the gap between them in two quick strides. Taking his lover’s face into his hands, he kissed the familiar mouth. His tongue slipped past the parted lips to map the interior in minute detail. His lover’s hands threaded through the dark blond hair deepening the kiss and returning it with equal adore. Both men were panting when they finally parted, their eyes dilated with passion.

Trip’s hands slid down the masked man’s chest, trembling slightly as they toyed with the first button on his vest. He wasn’t sure he would be allowed to do this. Every other time his lover had come to him, he’d removed whatever Trip happened to wear to bed then undressed himself while the blond man watched. Trip’s gaze shifted back to the masked man’s face, silently waiting for his response. He was rewarded with a slight smile and a brief nod.

Trip grinned and kissed him quickly, then returned back to his task. Pulling at the tie at his throat the cape silently slithered to the floor. Moving quickly Trip began unbuttoning the vest. Once unfastened he didn’t bother removing it but untucked the shirt and immediately started to work on its more numerous buttons. Once his task was complete he brushed the white silk aside letting his hands roam over the hard bare chest. His lover gasped as his fingers flicked over the hard nipples.

Lowering his head, Trip took one of them into his mouth using his teeth and lips on the peak, while his fingers continued to work on its twin, rolling it between them, pinching it lightly. The masked man moaned at the sensation. Trip’s other hand slid down following the path of dark hair. When he reached the black pants the engineer’s nimble fingers quickly unfastened the fly and slipped his hand inside. His anonymous lover wore no underwear. There was nothing to prevent him from grasping the hard length, stroking it in a slow steady rhythm. Malcolm hissed in pleasure.

Malcolm panted and let his head fall back as Trip slowly dropped to his knees, his mouth following the same path as his hand just moments before. He could not hold back the low growl when the blond man reached his destination, running his tongue along his length then taking all of him into his mouth.

Malcolm’s laced his fingers in the blond hair as the warm talented mouth moved along his shaft. It was only a few minutes before he was moaning uncontrollably and tried to push the engineer away so as not to come in his mouth. Trip was not to be dissuaded though and continued to work the hard organ. Malcolm bit his lip until he could taste blood, fighting not to call Trip’s name. Moments later the armory officer let go with a workless cry and released his seed into the welcoming cavern.

The masked man pulled his lover to his feet, kissing him fiercely, then pushed him backward onto the bunk. Lust burned in his eyes as he threw off the silk shirt and vest. He still planned on taking the engineer bent over his desk but now thanks to his clever lover, he could take his time and make him beg for it first.

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Two nights later:

Malcolm hurried down the corridor towards his quarters. He was tired, filthy and late. It had been one of those shifts where everything had gone wrong. Thankfully no hostile aliens had chosen that time to attack the ship. The one thing that saved both himself and his team from his being in a scathingly foul mood was that he had agreed to attend movie night with Trip and he was not about to cancel.

They had been passionate lovers for a week now and as far as Malcolm knew, the southerner still had no clue to the identity of his mysterious nightly visitor. The armory officer decided that it was time to end the charade. He had no clear idea how, only that it had to be done tonight.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered to himself as he turned the corner and his doorway came into view. There standing beside it, waiting patiently, was the familiar form of one Trip Tucker. He was looking down reviewing data on the PADD in his hand while he waited. It wasn’t so much that he was displeased to see him, Malcolm had just hoped for a few minutes to clean up and compose himself first. Not to mention think of a way to reveal the true identity of the man who had been shagging the engineer rotten for a week.

‘Quite the attractive sight I make like this,’ he thought sarcastically. He sighed as he reluctantly approached his quarters, keeping his gaze averted trying to hide his insecurity.

Trip counted it among his blessings that Malcolm didn’t look directly at him. He had looked up when he heard someone approaching and now stood there gaping like a landed trout. The normally by-the-book, every-hair-in-place Brit was, from head to toe, filthy, disheveled and Trip had to admit, extremely sexy. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin along with a pang of guilt as he silently wished once more that Malcolm was the man behind the mask.

“Heard you had some trouble in the armory today,” Trip joked as he regained some if his composure.

“Yes, the joys of cascading system failures!” Malcolm muttered as he punched in his code. “Give me a few minutes to clean up and I’ll be ready to go.” He didn’t even pause as he headed straight for the shower.

“Take yer time Malcolm.” Trip replied following him into the cabin.

After closing the lav door Malcolm began to peel off his filthy uniform. It was so saturated with muck and grime it felt like a second skin. “Trip!” He called out opening the door slightly. “In the interest of saving time, could you do me a favor and grab some clean clothes out of the locker for me?”

“Sure thing Mal.” Trip replied, knowing full well that the nickname would irk the Englishman.

Malcolm shook his head and rolled his eyes as the door closed. He’d never admit it but he secretly liked it when the engineer called him that, or purposely did anything to get under his skin.

Stepping under the warm spray, Malcolm allowed himself a brief moment to enjoy the sensation of the water running down his body, rinsing away the result of the day’s toil before making use of the shampoo and soap.

As the bathroom door closed Trip turned towards the closet with a wicked gleam in his eyes, rubbing his hands together in unsuppressed glee. “Let’s see what I can find in here that will drive Malcolm up the wall.” Opening the door he started to reach for the drawer containing socks and underwear. His hand stilled in mid-air, “Better save that temptation for another time,” he muttered. The way the engineer’s thoughts had been turning lately he would have felt a bit guilty about rifling through the man’s underwear. Instead he turned his attention towards the clothes hanging neatly pressed and obviously organized. He had worked his way about halfway through the items when he realized with disappointment that there was no hidden treasure tucked away in the Brit’s wardrobe. As he neared the back of the closet something caught his eye.

“What the hell?” he whispered as he pulled out the Don Juan costume neatly hung on the hanger. He recognized it immediately. “I’ll be damned.” He whispered in disbelief. “It was Malcolm!” His heart started to beat triple time. His gaze shifted from the costume to the bathroom door and back again. A moment later Trip heard the water turn off. He had a minute maybe two before Malcolm came out looking for his clothes. Whatever he was going to do had to be done now!

Malcolm stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He was slightly annoyed when he realized that Trip had either left his clothes in the other room or not gotten them at all. Wrapping the towel around his waist he stepped out of the lavatory. “Trip what’s taking so…” Whatever the armory officer had planned to say floated away as the sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks.

Trip had decided to turn the tables on his lover. He knew the majority of the costume would be too small for him even if he had had the time to put it on so he took the few items he figured would fit and quickly put them on over his uniform. It wasn’t perfect but it got the message across.

The cabin lights had been dimmed. Trip stood a few feet away, a lecherous grin on his face, the cape strewn about his broad shoulders with the mask and hat in place. Malcolm was busted and he knew it. “Trip, I can explain.”

Before Malcolm could get any farther the engineer swept him into arms, then pressed him against the wall with his body, claiming the dark haired man’s mouth fiercely, echoing their first kiss in the corridor. It was now Malcolm’s turn to cling to the masked man as his legs threatened to give way.

“I wanted it to be you.” Trip growled when the need for oxygen forced him to release his captive’s mouth. Malcolm could already feel the state of his lover’s arousal pressed against him. He was helpless to do anything but stare into the blue eyes darkened by passion, trying to catch his breath. He felt nimble fingers slide down his chest and abdomen then easily untuck the corner of the towel, letting if slip silently to the floor. His fingers leisurely stroked the hard shaft that was revealed and drew a gasp from the dark haired man.

“Ah’ don’t have a rose for ya,” Trip whispered as he began trailing kisses over Malcolm’s face and neck, his accent thickening with desire. “Will these do?” Malcolm moaned as Trip’s hungry mouth moved lower exploring his chest.

Trip grinned. “Ah’ll take that as a yes.” His low chuckle sent liquid fire running through Malcolm’s veins. Trip captured his mouth again kissing him senseless.

Malcolm wasn’t sure how they got there but he suddenly felt himself being pushed back onto his bed. Trip’s hands and mouth continued their sensual assault as they roamed completely free over the smaller man’s body for the first time. Malcolm whimpered and moaned as Trip slowly drove him out of his mind with desire using many of the same techniques the armory officer had used on him during the past week.

“Trip…need you...” Malcolm panted. “Now!”

They were the first words Malcolm had said to him while making love and nearly the engineer’s undoing. Fighting the urge to come then and there Trip groaned and pushed himself away from the writhing man beneath him. “Ah don’t think we need this disguise anymore.” His voice was low and husky as he began to remove the cape and his uniform, never taking his eyes off his lover.

Finally naked save for the hat and mask, Trip rejoined Malcolm on the bed, removing the hat and carefully setting it aside. He was about to take the mask off as well when his lover’s hands stopped him. “Leave it on. I like it.” A sly smile formed on his lips.

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“Oh God Trip!” Malcolm called out clutching his lover as his climax overwhelmed him. Finally being able to say his name was almost as incredible as the feel of the man moving deep inside his body.

The sound of his name on Malcolm’s lips still rang in his ears as Trip found his own release, made all the sweeter as he cried out “Malcolm!”