Title: Super Hero Halloween
Author: Kez
E-mail: keztrek@hotmail.com (or) krryle@aol.com
Website: http://kez82.tripod.com/index.htm
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Archer/Tucker/Reed
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Halloween costumes can be such fun, don't you agree
Disclaimer: Not ours, we just borrow them.
Notes: All Steph's fault, she put SpiderMal into my head, and my muse
seemed to catch onto the idea, and of course where the muse goes I must
follow, cause if I didn't, it might be mad at me, and that would never do at all.
Authors Ramble: Ok this is very bad, worthless as fic's go, but it wouldn't
not be wrote, so I wrote it, and I figured since I had to be tortured writing
it, you might as well be tortured reading it ~ Kez
Beta reader(s): Beta's Ramble: Stop having a go at yourself Kez, this is
bleeding brilliant and you don't write more pointless smut I wont do Here
and Now 6. Of course, if you don't finish Given Time this year you wont
be alive to write anymore of anything ~ Jack
Super Hero Halloween
ATTENTION ALL CREW MEMBERS
SUPERHERO'S HALLOWEEN PARTY
MESS HALL 2000hrs 31 OCTOBER
COSTUME MANDATORY
The message flash across the screen of Malcolm Reed's personal monitor,
"Oh well, at least I won't have to attend." Malcolm thought. Social
gatherings were not his foray at the best of times, but ridicules costumes
was just going too far.
MEMO:
TO: Commander Tucker; Lieutenant Reed; Ensign Mayweather; Ensign Sato
FROM: Captain Archer
SUBJECT: Halloween Party
All Senior Staff, with the exception of Sub-Commander T'Pol, and Doctor
Phlox will be required to attend the party held in the mess hall on 31
October. Costumes are Mandatory, and I will not be accepting excuses
from any of you.
Captain Jonathan Archer
Well there went that idea; Malcolm thought slightly sourly as he read the
second message on his monitor, why the Captain had to insist on his
presence he couldn't imagine. Commander Tucker, Hoshi and Travis were
all very understandable, they are very able to adapt to this sort of thing,
but he was, to say the very least, not at all used to them. He had yet to
enjoy a single function like this he had been forced to attend, not to
mention, what exactly was he supposed to wear?
*BEEP BEEP*
"Come in," Malcolm called when he heard the chime, "Hey," Trip Tucker
said, entering the Armoury officers quarters. "Commander! Uhh, What
can I do for you?" Malcolm asked standing, "Sit down for one," Trip
replied he was never one to stand on formality, and besides he was here
for completely none business reasons.
"Just came to see what you thought about the Captain's little, get together,
Trip said, sitting himself on Malcolm's bed uninvited. "I think I am going
to shoot myself to avoid going, why would you like me too shoot you to?"
Malcolm asked seeming to catch on that this was an informal visit.
Not that Malcolm minded them, not at all. The four times he and Trip had
blown of a little steam together had been fun, but as much as he was
attracted to the blond engineer he didn't have any real emotional hold in
the whole thing, but who was he too complain when some incredibly hot
sex showed itself as available.
"I meant what super hero do you reckon you might go as?" Trip said, his
face developing a smirk that sometimes seemed almost consistent to
Malcolm during one of these visits, the proverbial 'cat that go the cream',
or engineer that go the cream as the case maybe.
"I hadn't given it much thought, I know little about super heroes, I was
hoping I might be able to get out if it." Malcolm admitted that he knew
Trip would never tell the Captain, so there was no point in lying about it.
"Forget it, I already tried, anyone that doesn't attend will be getting real
friendly with the impulse manifolds for the next six months," Trip said,
the Captain was adamant that EVERYONE would attend this party, and he
apparently wasn't above threats or blackmail to get his way.
Malcolm sighed heavily "Wonderful, so dare I ask what costume you plan
on wearing?" he said, might as well distract himself for a few minutes
before deciding exactly what he could wear to go embarrass himself in.
"Superman, of course," Trip replied another smirk crossing his features,
Superman had started there little, 'free for all fuck sessions'. "Of course"
Malcolm replied dryly, "Who else?" he added, and he had to admit the
blond looked good in tight blue lycra, don't you just love Starfleet blues,
especially the kind that went under the uniform.
"Well I suppose I will have to find something suitable for myself."
Malcolm said, turning to the computer screen and doing a quick search for
'Super Heroes' praying the whole time that Starfleet command didn't do a
check on his computer that was too in depth when they got back to earth.
He felt Trip behind him, the heat of his body, the smell of his obvious
arousal, "What about Buzz Light Year?" Trip said, reading through the list
of names picking one at random, Malcolm opened the file, and closed it,
"No" he said adamantly, Trip grinned, "I don't know, I think that might
work for you." Trip said, his accent deepening as he nipped at Malcolm's ear.
They continued to look through the list, dismissing most of them, "Hey
hold on, there's Spiderman" Trip said, clicking to open the file. "No."
Malcolm said, "Yes," Trip insisted, "I think you'd look hot in that nice
tight costume, and it has a mask, so it'd be harder for people to recognize
you." Trip pointed out the last part simple because he knew Malcolm
would be more likely to go for it then.
"I would look ridicules." Malcolm insisted. He really didn't like the bright
blue and red either, not that he would say that. "You'd look fine, more than
I bet that thing is tight in ALL the right places." Trip said, making his
point known by slipping his hand down to the tented front of Malcolm's
uniform.
Malcolm gave in, "Fine, I will wear the stupid costume, although why we
have to wear costumes I don't know." Malcolm huffed, sending his order
down to the Quarter Master via the computer, it was bad enough he had to
wear the thing, he was not going to go down there in person to order it.
"Good Boy," Trip whispered huskily in his ear, "Now what's say you get
that nice tight English ass of yours over onto the bed, you need to keep in
good shape if your gonna fit into that nice tight costume," he said, taking a
moment to nibble at Malcolm's ear before backing of and striping away
his uniform, glad to see Malcolm doing the same.
It took the two men little time to get into the spirit of things, both quickly
naked, the kisses were passionate, nothing particularly romantic about
them, they were nothing more than added stimulation, to what would no
doubt be as always, explosive sex, pure uncomplicated sex, nothing more,
nothing less.
"Fuck me." Trip insisted pulling back from the kisses, "My pleasure,"
Malcolm growled back, pushing the older man onto the bed, leaving him
there on his back, legs spread and waiting while he retrieved the lube from
the drawer.
Malcolm wasn't in the mood for anything more than a fast and furious
fuck anyway, he coated his fingers with the lube, wasting no time in
shoving two forcefully up Trip's well used ass, causing a cry from the man
that was a mix of pleasure and pain.
Trip grabbled for the lube as Malcolm continued to plunge his fingers in
and out of the tight opening, putting some on his own hands, he took hold
of Malcolm's cock, coating it with the slick substance, "Now!" he ordered,
and Malcolm wasn't going to argue, he was painfully hard, and more than
ready to fuck the body beneath him six ways since Tuesday.
One stroke had him encased in the warm body, both were sweating,
pushing themselves closer to the edge, Trip taking his own cock in his
hand as Malcolm filled him, no finesse, just fucking, hard, and hot and
fantastic.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! YESSSSS! HARDER! FUCK ME!" Trip
screamed getting closer to the edge, loving the feel of a hot hard cock
fucking him into oblivion.
They both screamed out their release, Trip spilling all over his own hand,
coating his own stomach and Malcolm's, while the younger dark haired
man let himself fill the tight ass of his superior officer.
"Damn, your good at that." Trip said when he finally found his voice
again, moving, standing on shaky legs and pulling an equally shaky
Malcolm towards the shower, "Not so bad yourself." Malcolm said,
stopping along the way for a minor tonsillectomy, before they headed to
clean up, taking of course twice as long as was strictly necessary.
*31 October--Captain Archer's Quarters*
"You sure this is a good idea?" Archer asked his lover, "Jon, did you or
did you not say you wanted him, besides he is a fucking great lay, trust
me, this is the best idea ever." Trip Tucker said, kissing Jon quickly, no
point in tempting himself too much. Jon in black leather was just too much
for a slut like him, to take without wanting a fuck in the worse possible
way.
Jon nodded conceding the point, "I did, and I do, but I still don't know
how he'll take the idea." the Captain said, "Jon trust me, Malcolm is
almost as big as slut as me, he is not going to pass up the chance to get it
on with a guy as sexy as you, especially in THAT outfit." Trip said, and
then determined not to get to caught up in that very sexy looking black
leather clad body, he left quickly.
*Malcolm Reed's Quarters*
"Nice. Very nice." Trip stated as he entered Malcolm's quarters, and it
certainly was a nice view the blue in the costume really brought out
Malcolm s eyes, and it WAS tight in all the right places, as he had said,
definitely all the right places.
He had purposely not come here since the costume discussion, he knew
Malcolm wasn't getting it anywhere else on the ship, and he wanted him
nice and horny for tonight, "I suppose it will do," the Brit conceded, "Is it
to late to shoot myself?" he asked, Trip laughed, "Oh trust me. You don't
want to do that, I have a surprise for you later." the engineer said.
"Surprise? I hate surprises," Malcolm told him, "Oh trust me, you'll like
this one," Trip assured, "Now come on, before the Captain sends out a
search party for us." he said, pushing Malcolm out the door a head of him,
and in the general direction of the lift.
*Mess Hall*
The party was in full swing by the time the two men arrived, no one took
any notice of their joint entry, and they made there was across to the
Captain who was standing beside, Hoshi and Travis.
Malcolm had to admit they both looked good in their costumes, Travis
decked out as the ever intrepid Banana Man, ridicules though the costume
was, he wore it with grace, and it didn't look that bad. Hoshi was indeed a
sight to behold, the Superwoman costume a perfect match to Trip's own
Superman, Malcolm was sure they would both get their share of ribbing
that night.
It was Captain Archer that most caught Malcolm's attention, the Batman
costume looked perfect on him, his broad frame really making it work, and
the black leather in contrast to the lightly tanned skin and sea green eyes
really was a sight to appreciate.
"Malcolm, nice to see you came, I was half expecting you to find some
excuse not too." Jon said, smiling down at the shorter man. "I admit sir, I
wanted to, but an order is an order. And I will follow any you see fit to
give." Malcolm said, ever the perfect officer, 'except', Trip mused, 'when
he is fucking me through the bed/floor/wall/anything else that was handy.'
"Just loosen up Malcolm, and have some fun, you deserve it after all the
hard work you have been doing lately." Jon said, and Trip had to grin, he
hadn't been doing much HARD work at all in the past week or so, at least
not unless you counted his right hand, and seeing as Trip and Jon had kept
Malcolm very busy, not much of that kind either.
"Malcolm you want something to drink?" Trip asked him, "Please."
Malcolm ever polite replied, "Anything in particular?" the southern man
said, Whatever you're having will be fine I'm sure." Malcolm said, and
Trip drifted over to the drinks table.
"So Malcolm, why, Spiderman?" Jon asked, Malcolm blushed, glad that
there was very little of his face showing. "Commander Tucker's idea, I
really have no idea about super heroes in comics." Malcolm admitted,
"Well Trip certainly knows his comic books." Jon said, smiling as the man
in question returned bearing drinks.
*Two hours later*
The party was winding down, everyone was filtering out, and Malcolm
was eager to go, but the Captain had requested that he stay till the end so,
well it wasn't an order, but he could hardly say no anyway.
"Malcolm, Trip and I are going to head back to my quarters for a quite
drink would you like to join us?" Jon asked, as the last few crewmembers
were filtering out. "Of course Sir." Malcolm said, again following the not-
orders', sometimes the officer just didn't know when to shut up and let
Malcolm say no.
"Great," Trip said, grinning, "You can have your surprise later" Trip
whispered, Malcolm felt a shiver down his spine, he hoped the Captain
wouldn t keep them too long, he needed to get fucked in the worst possible
way.
*Jonathan Archer's Quarters*
"Have a seat," Jon said as they all entered his quarters Porthos jumping up
at the entrance of his master. "Hey boy," Jon said smiling at the small
animal, scratching behind his ear and throwing him a cheese treat, well
cheese flavoured anyway, and funny enough containing NO cheese, who
knew it was even possible.
"Whiskey?" he asked grabbing a few glasses and a bottle from the drop
down unit to the left of his desk. Taking the two nods of affirmative, he
poured three glasses of the strong drink, and handed two of them to
Malcolm and Trip.
The three drank in companionable silence for a while, Malcolm relaxing
seated between the two men, unaware of the silent communication passing
over his head.
He had almost finished the drink when he felt Trip's hand on his thigh,
looking over to give the man a dirty look, a 'not in front of the Captain'
look he was surprised to fell Jon's hand running along his other thigh.
"What..." it was as much as Malcolm was able to get out before Trip
silenced him with a kiss. "Hush Malcolm," Jon whispered, "Let it happen,"
he said huskily, his breath across Malcolm's ear driving the Brit to
distraction.
Trip's hand travelled up and down his leg, almost touching his now
bulging groin several times but moving away before he quite made
contact. Jon's hand was running under the hem of the shirt part of
Malcolm's still mostly intact costume, grazing his stomach, it was
Malcolm reflected a good job they had removed the masks to the costumes
upon entering the room.
"Trust me Mal, your gonna enjoy this," Trip said, stopping his kissed,
suddenly finding Malcolm's neck so much more interesting. "I think we
should move this to the bed don't you?" Jon asked standing pulling,
Malcolm with him, much to Trips protests.
Jon was very glad he had a double bed in here; sometimes being the
Captain came in handy, especially when it came to times like this.
"Clothes off." Jon ordered, pulling back to strip of his own costume, as
Trip, and then Malcolm followed suit, although it took far too long in their
opinion, to get out of the somewhat restrictive costumes.
"God Trip you weren't kidding" Jon said, taking in the site of a naked
Malcolm. The flat firm stomach, the lightly fur covered chest, strong, and
although not overly pronounced, with definite traces of a six-pack. The
thing that really drew Jon attention was Malcolm's crotch, certainly
Malcolm wasn't a tall, of big man in general, but he was certainly well
endowed, he had to be at least 11 inches.
Malcolm blushed, but rather than shying away as Jon expected he moved
closer his voice low and husky, "Like what you see?" the Brit asked, a
small smirk adorning his features.
"Definitely." Jon told him, reaching out to take the smaller man in hand,
watching the purple head as he lightly drew his hand over the sensitive
skin
Malcolm felt Trip behind him, his erection poking into his back, his arms
tight around his waist, and his teeth nibbling gently at the soft skin at the
base of his neck where it met his shoulders.
"I want to fuck you Malcolm," Jon said in front of him drawing his
attention back to the Captain. "Please..." Malcolm all but whined, he
wanted it; boy did he ever want it.
"Lie down," Trip whispered and when the men released him to lay down
on the bed they came together in a fiercely passionate kiss. Malcolm was
more turned on than he had been in the long time, the two wonderfully
handsome men kissing him, and their hands roaming over his skin.
When the two men pulled apart they moved flanking Malcolm on the bed,
Jon grabbing the lube stored just inside the drawer of the bedside unit.
Trip went to town on Malcolm's chest leaving Jon free to continue his
explorations lower down, his tongue lapping up and down Malcolm's
cock, delving under to lick and suck at the heavy balls and lower still to
creep along the tight entrance to Malcolm's tight ass.
"Please..." Malcolm pleaded, he was so desperate to get off, and damn it
he meant now.
Jon took pity, and before Malcolm had time to think clearly enough to
give out any more words he plunged two fingers straight inside the tight
opening.
In no time at all, Malcolm was ready, begging and pleading release when
he could get the words out, Jon leaned over to give Trip another kiss,
distracting Malcolm as he slipped into him, all the way, the British man so
busy watching the erotic site of the two men kissing that he didn't notice it
until it had happened.
"God Yessssssssss..." the Brit cried out, this feeling was one of the best in
the world, and Jon was, thought not as big as himself, not a small man in
this department.
"Trip," Jon panted out through clenched teeth, Trip grinned, "Good huh?"
he commented, knowing from experience just how tight that body could
be.
Malcolm was too busy enjoying the sensations to pay much attention to
the men, so he was surprised when moments later he felt a slick warm heat
engulf his already overly excited member, and before he had chance to see
what it was he was coming, hard, and fast into the warm mouth, belonging
to one Charles 'Trip' Tucker III.
Jon couldn't hold on, not with Malcolm clamping around him, the site of
Trip s head bobbing over the sweat soaked body beneath him, the site of
Trip's mouth stretched over the large erection. He was barely managing to
hold himself up so that he didn't land on Trip's head as he came down
from his orgasm.
Trip finally pulled away from Malcolm, he was still hard, and Jon couldn't
resist, pulling out of Malcolm he set himself upon the engineers cock,
licking and sucking for all he was worth until he felt the tell tale signs of
orgasm, and he took the whole length within his mouth swallowing every
drop Trip sent rushing into his mouth.
The three men lay clasped, panting; sweaty and stated on the bed, Trip in
between the two men who had both been his lovers separately, and now
together.
"So..." Malcolm said conversationally when he had regained some sense
of awareness, "Just how long have the two of you been planning this?" he
asked.
"Too long," Jon said, Trip agreeing, "Halloween needs to be earlier in the
year." he added. Malcolm laughed.
"It could have been worse," Jon said, "We might have picked Christmas
instead." Trip groaned. Malcolm smiled. "Hmmm mistletoe, eggnog,
candy canes has potential..." the Brit said, 'potential indeed' he thought to
himself, potential indeed'.
~The End~
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