Title: I Am the Est. . .of the Three
Author: Shaun Wunder
E-mail: prodressor@netzero.net
Website: TBD
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Archer/Tucker/Reed
Rating: NC-17
Summery: After having almost loosing his life aboard the shuttlepod. Malcolm realized he needed to get a few things off his chest. He didn't want to say what he needed to say to Trip aboard the shuttlepod in fear of regrets if rescued. But first, Malcolm informed the Captain he was taking over. Thru his personal mutiny, Malcolm revealed feelings that were surprising to him, to the Captain and to the Chief Engineer.
Disclaimer: No money was exchanged. Paramount owns the characters, I own their love life and their story.

I Am the Est. . .of the Three

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A very anxious Malcolm Reed paced his petite body back and forth pausing in front of the captain's door. How he was going to approach the subject caused him to fervor pacing. Swinging the arms back and forth, he blew out air trying to keep nerves at bay and heart rate down. He had practiced the speech many times in his head. In passing, he eyed the entrance daring that door to open, seize him, throwing him into that room, then closing forever keeping him in there. Again pausing by the captain's door, he willed the door to open. Taking in a deep breath, he decided this was it, now or never. He knocked.

"Enter" he heard his captain say.

Before entering, he took inventory of his emotions. "Be brave, it's something I've always wanted to do." Malcolm reminded himself. The door slid open. In he went with the door swallowing him inside the captain's quarters.

Standing before him were his two lovers. The men he loved deeply. His captain and his chief engineer. Malcolm took in a few deep breaths thru his nose. He could smell their scent. His heart raced. His palms sweated. He took in their scent one more time. Malcolm wanted them badly. Trying to keep his emotions in tact, his body trembled needing them as his fix.

Convincing himself, speak now or forever hold your peace, Malcolm felt his nerves turn to mush. Why did he have to be so shy? Why couldn't he just say what needed to be said and be done with it? The shuttlepod incident has been over some time now and Malcolm still hadn't claimed his heart's desire. Each day he took a chance to let that day slip by without saying anything. Each moment alone drove him crazy because he didn't say a word. Well, no more. This was it. Malcolm convinced himself he could never hold his peace. This was too important. This was not the time to be shy. The lifetime of holding his peace would drive him insane.

His lovers viewed him with curiosity in their eyes. They knew he wanted to say something, but didn't quite express the nerve to do so. They stood waiting.

Finally, with utmost love, "I am the est of the three of us." They each gave him a quizzical look. He raised a hand to protest any speech from them. "I am the young. . .est. I am the small. . .est. I am the little. . .est. I am the shy. . .est. I am the low . . .est ranking officer in this room. I am the short. . .est. I am the weak. . .est of the three of us." The two men remained quiet. Malcolm was grateful, Jon and Trip allowed him to speak without interruption. Other than that, the subject matter would be dropped and never picked up again. They knew he meant serious business.

Malcolm purged forward, feeling the mood; his nerve hit "Captain, I'm in charge,” ordered the Lieutenant. “I'm taking command of this love nest tonight. I am in command. You will follow my orders. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Jon answered liking his aggressiveness.

"Yes, what?" Malcolm barked in his face.

"Yes, sir," Jon could feel himself growing excited. This demanding of the lowest ranking officer was a major turn on.

"Yes, what?" Malcolm held onto that nerve.

"Yes, Lieutenant."

"That's better," turning to Trip, "you have a problem with that?"

"No, Lieutenant," Trip replied knowing he was going to give him a challenging time. That's just in his nature.

"Both of you will do as I say." he had to pause to catch his breath. "Take off your boots and socks." Malcolm watched with excitement as Jon and Trip sat on the bed to remove their boots and socks. He loved the fact they did not, in any means at all give an expression of dissatisfaction. Having barefeet, the men waited for their next order.

"Now, stand closer together, but do not touch each other. I order you not to touch each other or me. Stand at attention." They followed his orders. "You will address me as Lieutenant. As I am working, you will remain at attention. You will not make a peep out of those mouths of yours. Understood?"

In unison both men replied, "Yes, Lieutenant."

"You will look forward at all times."

"Yes, Lieutenant."

Malcolm suddenly felt the need to explain himself. Wrong, he felt the need to express his feelings. He babbled on as the two remained at attention. "Jon, I thought I lost you, when we found that ship. I thought I lost a man at that moment I realized I loved so much and never told you." Jon lowered his eyes to Malcolm. Malcolm looked up into Jon's eyes. "I thought I would never see you again." Looking up into the man's eyes, Malcolm revealed with conviction, "Damn, Jon, I love you." Then he stood in front of Trip.

"Trip, you're one man I hate taking orders from. I don't mind from the captain, but you. You drive me to the brink of forcing you to order me. I don't know if I like that or despise the fact that someone else other than Jon can order me. Sometimes I want to use my own brain and you won't allow me." Malcolm spoke louder with each passing sentence. "Therefore, I drive you insane by forcing you to order me. Getting you so angry you have to yell at me." Malcolm paused. He needed to take in a breath. Deep down inside, he had wanted to jump down Trip's throat and back out. He needed to let Trip know how he felt and taking command of this love nest tonight allowed him just that. He observed Trip for any response. Trip attempted to keep his eyes forward, but ended up looking at the youngest man.

"Trip, on that shuttlepod when we thought we were going to die, I just wanted to scream shut your bloody face. I wanted to fuck your bloody face just to shut you up, because during our impending deaths, I didn't want to loose another man whom I love so much. I couldn't bear to loose the two loves of my life. I wanted us to make sweet, hot, passionate love that would last us for an eternity. I wanted them to find us frozen in our love juices intertwined in each other with our well-preserved dead bodies making love forever so intertwined. After thawing us out, they needed a road map of schematics to get us apart." He stood back looking at both men.

Neither Trip nor Jon had any idea how Malcolm felt about taking orders from Trip. Then Malcolm needing the desire to call him fuck face whenever Trip yelled an order at him. Trip figured if the man followed the order in the first place, then he wouldn't have to yell. Trip made a mental note to take into account Malcolm's feelings and be considerate when ordering him.

"Today, I want to make the love." Malcolm announced breaking into Trip's thoughts. Malcolm positioned himself in front of the men. Standing where their arms met, but not touching, Malcolm reached up for their zippers. Slowly he lowered the zippers; he reached inside and caressed the chests. He liked the nipple hardening thru Jon's hairy chest. Trip with not as much hair, at the same moment his nipple hardens. Malcolm noticed the difference in muscle definition in each man. The zippers lowered. Malcolm reached down into their tight uniform. "No noise." He squeezed. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes, Lieutenant." The lovers barked.

He took each man into his hands. He noticed the difference in size in each man. Jon’s dick was larger, thicker than Trip's. He never noticed the difference until now. Trip's cock was slender, the perfect fit in his hand. A cock he loved to feel in his mouth. A cock made for sweet kisses. Malcolm loved Jon's cock up his rear. Jon was the perfect size for filling up that cavity. Feeling the whole cock inside of him was enough to drive Malcolm out in orbit. Malcolm's breathing became excited. He rubbed them hard enjoying the insanity of excitement over whelming him of having two men in his hands. His heart was pounding so hard, he could feel the blood in his veins rush to the brain.

He finished the unzipping. Standing in front of Jon, Malcolm caressed the uniform off Jon's shoulders. He rubbed the man's back as he lowered the uniform. Reaching up, Malcolm covered Jon's lips with his mouth. The tongue parting the lips allowed him to search the hot mouth.

"Don't kiss back."

"No, Lieutenant." Jon fought hard not to kiss the man. He fought not to grab the little man up into his arms. He fought not to moan as Malcolm lowered the uniform to the floor. His small hands were grabbing at Jon’s hard cock.

Malcolm pulled away and stepped in front of Trip. Malcolm repeated the process with Trip. His shoulders weren't as broad as the other man’s was. This man in Malcolm's hands had his own petiteness. The difference between the two men drove Malcolm crazy in love. His mouth engulfed Trip's mouth, sucking in the life of the man. Even his mouth seemed different. He kissed Trip as if he has never kissed the man before. Almost having lost this man, he allowed Trip to kiss back. Malcolm wanted to stay in this moment forever. The arms went up around Trip's neck to hold him there never wanting to let go. Malcolm kissed sucked Trip's chest as he lowered the uniform.

Jon stole a peek at Trip. Trip returned the stolen peek and raised a pleasing eyebrow at the other man who was feeling much left out. Trip smiled at the captain's pout. Trip bit his lip as Malcolm tried to take a chunk out of his belly. He had no idea Malcolm was capable of a love bite. Trip took pleasure of this sweet torture. Trip willed the little man to go lower. Instead, Malcolm stood away. He had his men undressed. Now it was his turn to get undressed. In a soft, dreamy voice, Malcolm ordered, "Both of you together undress me"

"Yes, Lieutenant." They stepped out of their uniforms. Wanting to know the difference between their hands, Malcolm closed his eyes.

He heard the zipper inching its way down. Two tongues traced either side of his jaw. They traveled down the sides of the neck. Across the collarbone as hands eased the uniform off the shoulders. The hands were caressing his back. Trip's hand was smaller than Jon’s was. The zipper lowered more. His chest revealed. His pounding heart was ready to break thru. They take his excited nipples into their mouths and tease the hell out of him. Two men were at him all at once. Two men were devouring him at the same time. The zipper lowered ever so teasingly. Jon's big hand traced the contours of Malcolm's little body. Now, four hands were on him. Trip kissed the uniform off Malcolm’s arm. The tongue traced the vein running down to his hand. Trip sucked the fingers.

Malcolm was about to die in the lap of pleasure, in the meantime, Jon ran his tongue along Malcolm's belly then up the chest. Kneeling on either side of him, Jon and Trip eased the zipper lower. Two hands on the hips and on his ass two hands lowered the uniform. The hands ran along the front and back of his thighs. They were taking their time easing the uniform down his legs to the floor. Their mouths were kissing his hipbones and tongues licking their way inward. Malcolm looked down at the two men, kissing closer and closer to his cock. He watched as the tips of their tongues teased his cock. At the same time, two fingers from each man worked their way into his ass. Playful intertwining fingers caused further excitement in Malcolm. Two tongues were working on him licking up and down. The fingers were sliding in and out teasing him. Trip and Jon, were taking a turn putting Malcolm into their mouths. Their mouths were searching and seeking each other around Malcolm's cock. The fingers worked hard at pleasing the ass. Malcolm has never experienced such wonderful pleasure. He didn't want this to end. He wanted to be in command of Jon and Trip. Here they were commanding his body to respond to their erotica stimulation.

"That's enough," he yelled shoving the men apart before he was too excited and wasted cumming. "I don't want to shoot my load across the room." The men backed away. Malcolm stepped out of his uniform. After allowing himself to calm down, he ordered, "Stand together." Trip and Jon brought their hips together. They stood side by side with their arms out of the way. Malcolm dropped to his knees. He turned them inward, but allowing enough room for his head to fit. Grabbing at their asses, he tongue played both cocks. He moved the men closer. He sucked each man in turn. He sucked the tips of their cocks at the same time. Trip began to move his hips.

"Stand still, Trip."

"Yes, Lieutenant." Trip blew out air to prevent the moan from happening.

Malcolm's mouth sucked back and forth between each man. His thumbs played at their assholes. Growing weak in the knees, Trip fought to keep standing. He wanted to please this man by following his orders. Trip wanted to lean against Jon, but not allowed to touch him. He wanted to touch Malcolm but not allowed. Instead, he looked into the Jon's eyes.

Jon was also weak in the knees. He wanted so much to pump Malcolm's mouth. The going back and forth sucking each man in turn drove him absolutely wild. A new experience he was glad to share with Trip. The little. . .est guy knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to reach out and grab Trip's mouth with his, but he obeyed Malcolm.

Malcolm backed off both men. They gave him disappointing looks. Malcolm knew just when to pull away at precisely the right moment. He wasn't ready for neither Jon nor Trip to reach their climax.

Malcolm stood up. He was well pleased the way he left his lovers. Tease them, drive them wild, and then dropped them like a kick in the bucket. Leave them wanting more. He wasn't done with these two. He was just beginning. He allowed the three of them enough of an appetizer.

"Trip, on the bed" the Lieutenant ordered.

Out of curiosity, Trip disobeyed him. He wanted to know what the little man would do. A scowl crossed Malcolm's face. The man crossed his arms. He didn't like being disobeyed. Just then, on impulse, Malcolm pushed Trip onto the bed. The man went flying. This sudden aggressiveness turned Trip on. A whole new side he had never seen in his little buddy. Malcolm wasn't kidding when he ordered that the Lieutenant was in charge of the love nest tonight.

Jon stood wondering was the same going to happen to him. He wanted it so bad. The sudden action drove Jon wild with desire. He wanted to take Malcolm right there and then. However, he wanted to obey the orders.

"Trip, lay across the bed" Malcolm's dreamy voice ordered with lust.

Now, Jon wanted to disobey an order to see what would happen to him. He stood by watching as Trip scooted across the bed.

With his tongue, Malcolm crawled up Trip's body, licking, kissing and teasing Trip's skin to settle into goose bumps. The fingers played ever so lovingly along his skin. The caresses were so sweet, longing, probing. Chills traveled down Trip's spine. Malcolm was soon at his mouth kissing him hard and deep. The tongue was forever searching, and probing the hot moist mouth. His lips sucked and tugged at Trip's lips. Leaving the man wanting more, no needing more, Malcolm backed away. Malcolm eased himself off the bed. He stood by Trip's head. "Jon, stand behind me."

Jon was tempted to disobey, but he jumped at the command. He stood behind this tactical officer. He loved the idea of someone ordering him around aboard his ship. Beyond that door, he does not have that pleasure.

Trip looked up at Malcolm standing above him. "Move toward me." Trip could hear the excitement in Malcolm's voice. Trip scooted. "More." Trip scooted more. "I want you to hang your head off the bed. Stretch that neck of yours." Trip scooted until his head was off the bed. "Whenever you shouted me an order I wanted to fuck your face, because, in my mind, I always called you a fuck face. In that shuttlepod and almost loosing you, I want to make sweet, passionate love to your beautiful face. I want to love you all over."

Trip's heart pounded with excitement. He wanted to grab that cock and suck the hell out of Malcolm. Jon bit his own hand at the mere thought of what Malcolm was going to do. He wondered why he was in the back and not laying up front.

"Close your eyes." Malcolm whispered. He waited until the man's eyes closed. He lowered himself onto Trip's face. "Open your mouth and keep your head back." He inserted himself into the opening of Trip's mouth. "Close around me, Trip." Trip obeyed. "Now, Jon, I want you to insert yourself into my ass. And don't take your time doing it. That's an order." Malcolm's heart beat with anticipation of Jon's sudden thrust.

"Yes, Lieutenant." Jon rammed himself into Malcolm. Malcolm gasped as his back arched to the pleasurable pain inflicted by his obedient Captain. Malcolm willed his body to calm down. He didn't want to miss out making love to Trip's face. "Hold my hips" Malcolm felt weak in the knees. He needed his lover's help to support him. He didn't want to break Trip's neck; although what a wonderful way to die caught up in love and hot sex. "Damn it, I ordered you," which sounded more like begging. Large hands slithered around Malcolm's hips. Malcolm lowered his body over Trip.

"Trip as I slide deeper, swallow me into your throat." He felt Trip's mouth tighten swallowing as Malcolm probed deeper. "Now, Jon back up a little." Jon backed up. Felt the big cock slide away. "Move back a little more." Jon did the same. Malcolm was satisfied with the positioning of Jon's cock. "One last order. Just stand there. Let me do all the work. Just enjoy it."

"Yes, Lieutenant."

Malcolm slowly filled himself with Jon while slowly sliding out of Trip's throat. Then back into Trip's throat and away from Jon. He carefully pumped back and forth. A groan escaped him as he finally made love to Trip's face and sliding along Jon's cock. Malcolm always wanted to enjoy the double pleasure of screwing and getting screwed all at the same time. He wished woman had the capability of enjoying the double duty. At that moment he considered himself the lucky. . .est of the three and the smart. . .est to the three for devising such a wonderful plan. He continued moving his hips back and forth. He enjoyed having to do all the work himself. Feeling the need to collapse, he paused. He leaned against the man behind him. He needed to rest. Trip started to suck him off.

A weak, "don't suck me. Jon hold me better, I don't know how long I can stand like this." Grabbing a good hold on Malcolm's waist, Malcolm continued his pumping. He moaned and groaned as he was heading home. "Captain, back off now." Jon didn't understand, "Captain, back off now." No response from his lover. Malcolm barked another order, "Step away. I’m doing this on my own."

Jon moved out of Malcolm and away. He watched as Malcolm drove himself crazy with making love to Trip's face. He pumped hard driving himself home. Malcolm moaned with each thrust homeward. He collapsed as Trip swallowed Malcolm's pulsating cock as he came into the man's throat. Trip continued to swallow hard to make sure he had every bit of Malcolm spent. Malcolm eased himself out of Trip's mouth only to find himself sucked back in. Having gone completely limp and only then Trip let him go.

He knelt down. Lifting Trip's head, he said, "I'm sure you have a stiff neck." He massaged Trip's neck as he kissed the man on the mouth. He traced Trip's lips with his tongue. He kissed the jaw line across the hollow of the throat, up under the chin and back onto the mouth ravishing him, trying to reclaim all that Trip sucked out of him.

The poor man in the background felt deprived. He wanted what Trip had. He wanted to rip Malcolm away from Trip and take Malcolm, take him until he couldn't be taken any more.

"Jon, help me up." Malcolm felt so weak; he needed the bigger man's help. Jon helped the small man stand. He pressed the spent man against his body. "Just hold me a minute. Trip, I want you to lay on the bed with your head halfway down from the top." Eager to obey, Trip moved. Jon wondered when it was going to be his turn. He wanted to toss Malcolm aside and let Trip share in the experience. Unfortunately, the little man regained his strength.

"Jon, stay with me." he ordered Jon in a loving voice. The lovers climbed onto the bed. Malcolm lowered himself over Trip meeting him face to face. "Jon, you may finish what I just deprived you of." Malcolm grabbed his own ass cheeks and spread them to expose his hole for Jon's taking. He moaned as Jon teased him. Malcolm lowered himself to kiss Trip. "Kiss me back." He whispered to Trip.

"Yes, Lieutenant." Trip whispered kissing him back.

With his kisses, he shared the joy as Jon buried himself inside Malcolm. Jon lowered himself over Malcolm. He took his sweet time pumping in and out. Inside of him, Jon wanted to savor the flavor of his young. . .est lover. He wasn't ready to have this moment end too soon.

Malcolm moaned as Jon made love to him. His hips began to rotate absorbing as much of Jon as possible. Malcolm's kisses were soft, loving, contented, tasting Trip the sweet lover that he was. The sweet lover, he almost lost. He almost lost out on making sweet, hot passionate love to this man under him. He wanted to show Trip how much he loved him.

"Don't moan," he ordered Jon. The moans ceased. "Scoot up to the pillow, slowly, Trip." As Trip slowly inched his way up the bed, Malcolm made his tongue busy tasting the body below him. Jon watched as Trip moved into view. As Trip moved up Malcolm teased, sucked every inch of him. "Stop," Malcolm ordered wanting Trip right where he wanted him. "Jon, stop. Now, I have orders for the both of you. I want you to listen very carefully. I want you both to obey my orders." Malcolm paused to take Trip's hard shaft into his mouth.

Trip moaned in pleasure, finally getting some action. Malcolm laid a nip on Trip causing Trip's body to jolt in surprise. The heart raced so hard from an unexpected sensation. Trip licked his lips.

"Trip, Jon I want the both of you to look into each other eyes. I don't want you touching each other. I don't want you kissing each other. Just stare into each other eyes. I don't want to hear a peep out of the two of you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Lieutenant." Their voices filled with eagerness and delight in obeying. It was going to be a challenge to stare into each other's eyes. Let alone keep quiet during the blowjob and Jon making love to Malcolm. Trip found himself back in Malcolm's mouth. He concentrated keeping his eyes on Jon. The tongue wrapped around his cock and pulled.

Trip moaned again. Malcolm felt Trip's body jolt as he pinched sensitive skin high up inside the thigh. Trip threw his arms across the back of the mattress. Hanging on for dear life, his fingers gripped the mattress. Jon relished the little jolts Malcolm was inflicting on Trip. Each time the man moaned, Malcolm did something to punish him. They stared into each other's eyes. Trip blew thru his mouth to prevent the moaning. This little guy was going to town on him.

"Damn," Trip whispered as Malcolm let go knowing what was going to happen. He knew when to let up to prevent an ejaculation. Jon saw the tortured pain in Trip's face as Malcolm took a bite of Trip's cock. The eyes grew wide with shock as the body jumped underneath Malcolm. The veins in his neck grew thick. Trip blew hard thru his mouth to hold back those pleasurable moans and groans. Jon rather enjoyed the show Trip was giving him.

Malcolm kissed him up and down the cock. He gave Trip love sucks along the hairline all the while his finger tips lazily played with Trip's soft silky flesh. He traced the vein running along side of Trip's penis. He played at the head. Malcolm spread further Trip's thigh to get at the sensitive skin on the inside of the thigh.

Trip could feel his body go rigid with the teasing and sucking of the skin. He wanted so much for Malcolm to take him into his mouth again. A moan escaped. Malcolm felt the body tremble as he bit the inner thigh.

"Punishment for the moans. You must remain quiet. That's an order." he finished slipping his mouth down over Trip's rock hard cock. "Jon, you're not doing your job. Pinch me off."

Jon obeyed and pinched high up in the sac. Jon moved his hips. The contortions in Trip's face were driving Jon insane. To see a man endure such torture brought on a whole new other pleasure. To make this pleasure last, he slowly pumped Malcolm avoiding the hitting the gland. He wanted to drag this out long as possible as Malcolm was dragging out Trip. Watching Trip's face, Jon knew the man was ready. Trip's breathing, hard heavy with the head rolling back, and then remembering to look Jon in the eyes. The let down in the man's face when Malcolm wouldn't allow him to cum.

Trip didn't know how much longer he was going to endure such torture. He grunted, wanting to punishment again. Malcolm took another bite of his cock. Malcolm liked the way Trip's body jolted from another form of pleasure. Trip felt slender gentle fingers spread the other leg. Trip wanted that side of him punished. Once again, he nipped and pinched. The sensation was shocking his body with tiny jolts. Once again, he was in Malcolm's mouth. Then all at once, Trip felt himself pinched off from his moment of truth.

"Trip, do you want to cum?"

He squeaked out, "Yes, Lieutenant."

"I order you to beg me. Convince me to let you cum. Look into Jon's eyes talk to him convincing me. Do not touch him. Mmmm, there’s nothing like a penis in a man’s mouth. My mouth to be exact." Malcolm dive-bombed, sucking hard, driving Trip with madness. He knew he had Trip's sanity pinched between his fingers.

Trip begged, "You're driving me crazy. I need to cum. I have to cum." Malcolm drove him crazy. Trip gritted his teeth. "Please don't make hold out any longer. I need this to happen." Trip breathed hard trying to make himself climax, but Malcolm won't allow it. "My mind is going crazy with this torture." Malcolm ravished him.

"Convince me, Trip. Beg me."

Jon watched the torture in the man's face. The eyes beg to be let go. "Please, oh, god, no I can't take it any more."

"You want to kiss him?"

"Yes, Lieutenant, very much so."

"Then by all means reach out to kiss him, but you don't have my permission." Malcolm teased. Trip tried reaching out. The tongue was darting for his mouth. Jon moved out of the way. "Jon, who told you to move?"

Jon returned. Trip arched his back and writhed under the man. Trip's head fell back. He wanted so much to kiss the man he has been staring at. The little guy at his cock was driving him crazy. Jon was watching Trip go thru this torture took an extreme delight. Jon wanted this loving from Malcolm. Their lips ever so close they could feel each other's breath. Trip clutched the mattress, knowing he can't taste the man.

"I'm not convinced."

Gritting thru clenched teeth, "Damn, you ass, you're driving me to the brink of insanity with no return. I need to cum." On the verge of tortured tears, Trip begged, "Please, Lieutenant. I beg of you. Lieutenant Reed, oh god! Lieutenant Reed!" "Jon, let's bring him back to reality."

Malcolm released the pinch. Jon pumped Malcolm with such force he lost Trip's cock. Placing the cock back into the mouth, Malcolm hung onto Trip. There was frenzy, driven hip action from Jon. He was frantically wanting, needing to fill Malcolm up with his seed. Malcolm reached back and stopped Jon's thrusting. He massaged Jon's ass.

Malcolm finished with Trip. Jon watched as Trip finally allowed to be driven to a climax he so desired and begged for. He could see by the expression on Trip's face that the man was nearing his climax. The eyes tried to remain locked on Jon. The eyes grew wide. The mouth parted blowing out air to prevent the moaning. The mattress took on a death grip. The head fell back. He brought his head up. The neck muscles tensed up. His veins in the neck bulged pumping blood. Trip gritted his teeth. The facial muscles tense. The body trembled, causing Trip to arch his back as Trip finally came into Malcolm's mouth. The eyes, the face relaxed with each pulsating flow of seed. Trip collapsed releasing his grip from the mattress.

"Lieutenant, permission to speak?" Trip managed to speak between heavy breaths.

"Granted".

“It's about time. Damn you." Trip ached all over. His body and his mind had endured such sweet torture, little punishments that can drive a man over the edge.

"Trip, move down here slowly."

Trip and Jon stared as Trip disappeared under Malcolm's body. Trip looked at him. He had a feeling that Malcolm wasn't finished with him, yet. He knew what was in store for him. He relished the idea. Malcolm did say he wanted to love Trip all over.

Speaking out of turn, "you want me to roll over?"

"No," Malcolm bit Trip on the nipple for punishment. "I want you to wrap your legs around me." Trip raised his weak legs and wrapped them around Malcolm. "Now, lock your feet." Trip shifted his legs to lock his feet. The feet locked together. This little guy was very demanding tonight. Hell, Trip didn't care; this was the best love making session he has ever had.

"I'm tired of seeing your back, the side of your face, not that there is nothing wrong with your beautiful face. I always wanted to do this missionary style. To feel my body sliding against your sweaty skin. To look you full in the face as I make love to you. I want us to hug each other while making love to you. I want to kiss you while making love to you."

Trip and Jon were amazed by the little. . .est man's compassion, the wanting, and the desire. Malcolm laid his hands on Trip's hips and rolled the hips forward. Malcolm lowered himself onto Trip. He reached between the bodies to guide his penis into Trip's rectum. The muscle gave way to Malcolm's advances. Malcolm wrapped his arms under Trip hanging onto his shoulders. First, he just wanted to rest inside of Trip. Closing his eyes, he found Trip's mouth and with great love, kissed him. As he searched the mouth, the tongues played at each other. Malcolm eased further into Trip. The cavity opened up to Malcolm. They both softly moaned. Malcolm gently pumped. Trip felt the slender, fit body slide against their sweaty skin. The kissing turned into hard rasping kisses. Trip pulled at the man's sweaty hair. Oh, what a pleasure it was to feel a man's body on top. Making love to him in the nontraditional way men make love. The discomfort he felt in this position was sweet as life can be. He traced Malcolm's back with teasing fingertips. This caused Malcolm to shake suddenly. He trembled inside of Trip.

Finally, Malcolm could look his lover in the face. Knowing Trip's strong legs were holding him in place, he loved how he felt trapped in Trip's thighs. This other man's body under him made skin contact while making love to him. His dream, his fantasy was now reality. He wanted this moment, this feeling of Trip's body working under him to last forever. Jon continued to pinch off Malcolm. He pumped his heart out. He pumped hard driving Malcolm into Trip's body causing him to slide up the other man. Letting go of the pinch, he hung onto Trip's locked feet. He felt himself ready to cum. With frenzied thrusts, he grew closer and closer.

Malcolm let the man come inside of him. Having spent his other lover, he let the man slide out. Now Malcolm could finish making love to Trip without the other man's help. He was able to take his time and love the man.

Jon dropped to the floor. He felt the rhythmic motion of the bed against his ribcage. That man on top was loving Trip the way Malcolm always dreamed. Feeling left out, Jon moved away from the bed.

Malcolm's face was resting in the curve of Trip's neck and shoulder. His breath was hot on his skin. Trip and Malcolm were moving together in unison. Trip held onto Malcolm's hips and helped the man make love to him. Trip knew this was the sweet passionate love Malcolm spoke of and Trip didn't want him to stop. Feeling Malcolm along his body was ecstasy. He ran his hands along Malcolm's spine. He took Malcolm's head and brought him to his lips. He kissed the man lightly over his face. Their mouths were resting on each other. Malcolm moved his arms to hug Trip.

"I love you, Trip," he whispered into Trip's ear. "I love you, I love you and I love you." He confessed with each love-filled thrust. "I never want to know that I'm going to loose you again."

Trip threw his arms around Malcolm wanting him this way. He hugged Malcolm tight. "I love you too." Trip whispered to his lover. Malcolm began to pump faster. "No, Lieutenant, take your time with me, please. I don't want this to end too soon. I love it too much."

Malcolm took his time. He knew he was on his way to filling up the man with his seed. These last few thrusts he cherished, as he knew Trip was on his way. He wanted them to cum together as one.

They kissed. They intertwined fingers. Grabbing and holding onto each other. Malcolm wanted his moment hugging Trip. They hugged and kissed as their bodies writhed with the ensuing passion engulfing both of them. Malcolm felt himself go, he moaned as his seed filled Trip as Trip's seed spilled between them. They thrust making sure all was spent and nothing was left to spare.

Trip released his legs. They ached having held his lover in place. Malcolm rested on top of Trip. They lay there in silence. Trip whispered, "Thankyou, thankyou ever so much. Thankyou, sweet little man."

Malcolm then knew he was the sweet. . .est of the three. Malcolm rolled over. They both breathed a sigh. They lay there for a while.

Malcolm sat up. Trip threw his legs over the edge of the bed. He believed his muscles have never had a workout unlike tonight’s. Malcolm crossed over to the chair. He threw his bare legs over the arm of the chair. Jon was dressed sitting on the floor. He wasn't too pleased at having been left out. Not completely left out, but left out of what the two of them just had. He pushed himself up on to the bed. Sitting next to Trip and Trip still lost in the love fell back on the bed; Jon spread Trip's legs. He saw all the punishment Malcolm inflicted on Trip. Bite marks and pinch marks dotted along his inner thighs. Suck marks traced the hairline. Red love bites left Malcolm's mark on Trip's limp cock.

Jon squeaked, "I want that."

The End