Friend or Fantasy

Part 4

A few hours later Jon woke again. Trip’s strong arms were still wrapped around him and the blond head resting on his chest, their legs tangled deliciously together. Glancing at the chronometer he checked to see how long they had before meeting Travis and the shuttlepod at the rendezvous site. Jon smiled. Plenty of time for a leisurely shower and breakfast he decided. Gently he extracted himself from his new lover’s embrace so as not to awaken him. Jon watched a moment as Trip continued to sleep. He looked relaxed and impossibly young, almost innocent. A sharp contrast from just a few hours ago.

Jon winced slightly as he rose from the bed. It had been a while and he and Trip had certainly put each other through their paces during the night. Quietly he padded to the bathroom and began running water for a shower. Once he had it to the desired temperature he stepped into the warm spray that came from several directions in the small room. Jon sighed as the warm water ran over his body. A few minutes later he felt a slight draft then a pair of familiar arms wrap around him from behind.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It was the empty bed that woke me”, came the softly accented reply as warm kisses were placed on his shoulders. Trip’s hands slid from Jon’s front to his back and he began kneading the tension from the muscles in Jon’s shoulders.

Jon groaned in pleasure and leaned back into the strong massage. “I could get used to this.”

Trip smiled and chuckled softly, “Might as well, I’m not going anywhere.” Trip reached for a washcloth and the soap then washed the older man’s back watching as the white foam clung to the wet skin then slid down his body and disappeared down the drain.

Trip slid his hands around and began washing Jon’s chest. Jon leaned back against the strong chest letting a soft moan escape, setting Trip’s blood on a slow simmer. The engineer abandoned any pretense of washing and let the washcloth fall to the floor as he began to tease the sensitive nipples and his mouth sought any skin within reach, causing Jon’s breath to quicken.

Jon pressed himself more firmly against the younger man. He could feel Trip’s response already pressing against him. The southerner’s breath was hot and heavy in his ear as Jon felt one if his hands begin to slide lower. The captain laughed softly. “Have you always been this insatiable?”

“Ten years’ a lotta lost time, Cap’n,” came the harshly whispered reply as his hand reached its destination.

Jon couldn’t remember ever hearing Trip’s accent so pronounced. “Doesn’t mean we have to make up for it all in one night,” Jon playfully bantered.

“Don’t mean Ah can’t give it a damn good try either.” Trip finished capturing an earlobe in his teeth and sucking on it while another hand joined the first stroking and teasing.

Once again, Jon suddenly found any further coherent thought to be no longer possible. Between the seductive sound of Trip’s voice, the talented mouth and the hands now working on his dick and balls he was completely hard. He gave in to the pleasure that was coursing through every fiber of his being. A long low moan crawled its way from deep in his chest and echoed loudly in the small tiled room. In a display of pure wanton abandon one of his own hands joined his lover’s, guiding them in the intimate caress.

Receiving the desired response Trip shifted his body until his own erection began pressing between the muscular cheeks of his lover’s ass, then felt him tense involuntarily. Almost instinctively Trip realized what was wrong. He had no idea the last time Jon had been with another man but he was pretty sure it had been before the launch of Enterprise and he hadn’t been exactly gentle last night, not that Jon had seemed to mind.

Trip moved to face his lover kissing him deeply, gently pressing him back against the tile wall. The combination of the cool tile on his back and the heat from the younger man’s body threatened to overload Jon’s senses. Wrapping his arms around Trip he clung to his lover as if he were a lifeline to a drowning man.

Both men were breathing hard when they broke the kiss, desperate for air. Jon groaned as their fully aroused cocks brushed against each other. Trip intensified the feeling by wrapping his hand around both hard shafts then proceeded to do a thorough search with his mouth for every erogenous zone on Jon’s neck. Jon tipped his head forward resting it on Trip’s strong shoulder. Looking down Jon watched as the twin erections slid through the strong hand, the thumb pausing now and then to rub against the sensitive heads.

“Oh, God Trip.” Jon moaned.

“Isn’t that a pretty sight?” Trip panted in his ear.

“Yeah.” Jon raised his head and hungrily captured Trip’s mouth both ravishing it and being ravished himself.

Their moans echoed as their tongues dueled for dominance. Trip increased the momentum of his hand on their engorged organs.

“Don’t stop Trip! Don’t ever stop!” Jon gasped.

“Who said I was going to?”

Trip’s heavily accented passion filled voice sounded in his ear sending Jon over the edge. With an inarticulate cry Jon found his release clutching on to his lover. Trip left a love bite on his neck marking his new found territory then cried out as he released his own seed. Breathing hard the two leaned against each other, clinging together for support as they recovered and the warm water washed away the evidence of their passion. Once their sanity returned and they finished their shower, the pair lovingly dried each other off with the large fluffy white towels that had been provided.

After a brief hunt for various items of clothing filled with teasing and laughter the Starfleet officers dressed and prepared to reunite with their ship.

“How about we go see if they serve breakfast downstairs?” Jon asked. His voice a gentle caress as he placed a hand on Trip’s back, if for no other reason than to continue to feel the energy and warmth that always seemed to emanate from him.

Both men knew that once they returned to the ship moments like this would only be possible on occasions when they were both off-duty and behind closed doors; a combination that did not occur often enough for either man’s taste. They wanted to savor their last few moments together.

“Sounds good to me.” Trip replied smiling then placed a soft lingering kiss on the older man’s lips.

Trip tried the door he had used to enter through with Leenar only to find it locked with no way to open it from the inside. “That’s strange,” he muttered flashing a mildly concerned glance at his captain. Based on past experience this usually didn’t appear to be a good thing. Had their hosts discovered their hidden longing for each other only to use it against them and each other as bait?”

With more than a bit of apprehension Archer tried the door to the sitting room he had used to enter, discovering it opened easily. Both let out the breath they didn’t realize they were holding, chuckling lightly at their own unnecessary apprehension.

As they entered the sitting room they found a lovely breakfast set out consisting of various local fruits, bread, cheeses, juice and the Masaet version of coffee. As they ate, their banter was light discussing whatever topic came to mind.

Jon selected a bit of fruit that appeared to be a combination between a strawberry and a peach. His eyes lit up at the delicious flavor and texture. “Trip you have to try this!” He insisted, selecting another piece and holding it out to him.

Trip reached out but instead of taking the offered treat he clasped the hand holding it, drawing it closer to his open mouth. As he bit the succulent fruit in half the juice burst from it coating Archer’s hand and fingers.

“Mmmmm”, Trip murmured. Taking the second half he drew Jon’s fingers into his mouth along with the morsel. Jon gasped at the heat he saw in the blue eyes already recognizing the need shown in them.

“Trip, I don’t think we have time.” Jon’s voice didn’t hold the conviction he had hoped for. His statement was only part of the truth. The rest of the reason for his reluctance was that after three passionate rounds in such a short period of time he wasn’t entirely sure he would be capable of another. After all, Trip was more than just a few years younger.

Jon’s concerns were laid to rest as Trip continued to hold his hand to his mouth and licked the sticky, sweet juice from his palm and sucked gently on his fingers. Jon groaned as he felt the familiar stirring in his groin.

“Trip…”, he whispered, unaware of the need and desire shining in his own eyes.

“Don’t worry, this won’t take long” Trip reassured, his eyes taking on an almost predatory gleam.

Before Jon knew what was happening, Trip was kneeling between his spread legs kissing him fiercely. One hand was behind his neck holding him in place while the other was already lowering the zipper on his jumpsuit. Without breaking the kiss the clever engineer worked the jumpsuit off his shoulders and down his body. At Trip’s gentle prodding he raised his hips, letting his lover shed him of first the jumpsuit and then his briefs, releasing his surprisingly eager organ. Trip’s hand slid between the nearly nude man’s legs, taking firm hold of his hardened shaft, delighting in the soft moan that it drew from Jon. Finally breaking the kiss, Trip left a brief trail of kisses down his chest before reaching his destination. Taking only the head in his mouth he swirled his tongue around it while his hand slowly pumped the shaft before he finally swallowed the entire length into his mouth.

When Trip had released his mouth Jon sank back into the comfortable chair gasping for air. A low animal-like growl was heard as he felt himself engulfed in the warm velvet heat of the talented mouth. His hands threaded their way through the still damp hair.

Trip wasted no time and concentrated on his ministrations. Within moments Jon was shouting Trip’s name his seed and was soon shooting down the engineer’s throat. Trip swallowed quickly trying to down it all.

Trip placed gentle kisses on Jon’s chest as he recovered. He could feel as his lover’s pounding heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to a more normal rhythm. Trip looked up and grinned. “I take it you enjoyed that.”

Jon chuckled weakly. “What ever gave you that idea?”

“Nothing, just that satisfied smile on your face.”

“Trip, you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Jon chuckled again.

“Yeah but what a way to go.” Trip kissed him softly.

As the younger man moved against him Jon could feel the prominent bulge beneath the fabric of his uniform. “Looks like you have a bit of a problem here.” Jon leered as he began rubbing his hand over it.

“Jon.” Trip breathed.

“Don’t worry, this won’t take long.” Jon smiled as he sat up and undressed his treasured engineer, then pulled him in so Trip sat straddling his lap.

Jon wrapped his strong hand around the hard shaft firmly stroking it in a slow easy rhythm, and then slowly picking up speed. He leaned forward kissing, laving and gently biting at the hard nubs on the muscular chest before him.

Each touch of tongue, lips and teeth sent liquid heat straight to Trip’s groin. Primed as he was, it was only a few minutes before his fingers were raking over his Jon’s shoulders as he cried out his release, then draped himself limply against him as he tried to recover.

Taking a napkin from the table Jon gently cleaned the sticky mess that has splattered both their bodies. After a few lingering kisses the pair reluctantly parted to redress.

After making themselves as presentable as possible, Archer reached out caressing the younger man’s cheek, his green eyes filled with warmth. Trip closed his eyes and leaned into the warm touch.

“Jon…” When he opened them again Jon could see they were troubled.

“Don’t worry Trip, we’ll work it out. No matter what Starfleet says I won’t let them separate us.” He smiled reassuringly.

Trip smiled back then turned his head placing a kiss on the palm against his cheek.

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Leenar and Zeral were waiting for them as they prepared to leave. Leenar smiled warmly at them.

“Captain, Commander!” I trust you enjoyed your stay here?”

“Yes, it was very enlightening.” Jon replied clearing his throat, as he suddenly felt uncomfortable. Trip blushed. Leenar smiled at them knowingly.

“I trust you will stay with us again if you find yourselves this way again?”

“You can count on that ma’am”, Trip insisted.

“Many thanks to you again for all you have done for my people.” Zeral beamed.

“Thank you for all you have done for us.” Jon winked.

After saying their good-byes Leenar and Zeral watched as the two men walked away together. The captain placed his hand on the younger man’s back, after a moment it slid down to cup his backside. The Commander half turned toward the older man and said something to him, a mischievous look clearly visible on his face. Archer’s body shook with laughter. It was obvious to the couple watching them that their relationship had changed dramatically since dinner the night before.

Leenar turned to Zeral, a smug look of satisfaction on her face. “See I told you!”

“Yes my dear, once again you are correct.” Zeral sighed.

Leenar turned to him throwing her arms around his neck. “You’ll do well to remember that next time, husband.”

Zeral wrapped his arms around her. “Now what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t argue a little?” Zeral laughed before kissing his bride of 53 years.

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Archer’s quarters: 22:00 hours:

The lights were turned low, reminiscent of candlelight. Soft sultry music could be heard playing. The table displayed the remnants of the half-eaten meal that has recently been hastily abandoned. Various articles of civilian clothing lay strewn about, creating a haphazard fabric path from the table to the bed. Trip’s moans rivaled his lover’s as they both neared completion and Jon repeatedly stroked the desired spot deep inside him. With a final cry Trip let go, his body shuddering as his orgasm ripped through him. Jon continued to thrust into the man before him, finally shouting his own release to any god listening.

“Both men collapsed in a tangled sweaty heap on the mattress basking in a post coital haze.

Now I know why you wanted your quarters soundproofed,” Trip panted.

“You weren’t so quiet yourself.” Jon managed a breathless chuckle before playfully nipping Trip’s shoulder.

“Jon, have I told you how much I love you?” Trip asked still a little out of breath.

“Not yet.” Jon laughed teasingly as he nuzzled the blond man’s neck.

Trip turned serious suddenly, moving to face his lover. His voice was low and filled with emotion, eyes clearly displaying the depth of it. “Jon, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love you. It’s like you’ve always been a part of me. A part I didn’t even know was missing until I found it.”

Jon smiled, deeply touched by the heartfelt statement. He knew Trip didn’t say things like that lightly. If he said it, he meant it. “The first time I heard your voice in that hanger bay, it was like a circuit had finally been closed. I felt this current running through me and I knew I had found the one I had always been looking for. I hadn’t even laid eyes on you yet and I knew you were the one. Then you stepped into view and it took nearly everything I had not to kiss you senseless right then.”

“I would have loved to see the look on Soval’s face if you had,” Trip laughed.

“I’m serious Trip. In that moment I think I would have even given up Starfleet and Enterprise if you had asked me.”

Trip was stunned. “I’d never do that Jon.”

“I know.” He replied before kissing him softly.

After snuggling together for a few minutes more Trip broke the comfortable silence. “Jon, if Leenar hadn’t set all that up, which would you have preferred, the friend or the fantasy?”

“Why choose when I can have both?!” Jon flashed a lecherous grin at his suddenly contemplative lover. “Now get some sleep. I may have to wake you later.”

Trip didn’t need to ask what for. “Promise?” He asked playfully nipping at Jon’s earlobe, eliciting an involuntary groan from the man.

“Promise.”

The End.