Disclaimer: Enterprise doesn't belong to me in anyway (at least in this universe- elsewhere, who know!) so now having admitted this to myself after two years, I think you at least owe me a reivew. Or two. Come on…Don't Pass Go til you read and review this story!

He felt himself being lowered onto the bed, kisses being laid all over his body. He moaned, feeling desire welling up inside him.

"Please," he heard himself beg. "Please!" His legs were thrust apart and then he felt himself being entered. He let out a scream of pure ecstasy.

"Jon!"

-Line break-

Malcolm Reed woke up sweating and feeling incredibly aroused. His faced was flushed as he realized how hard he was. Groaning he got out of bed and made his way to the shower, stripping and stepping into the raining ice. Hand against the wall as he leaned into the spray of the water Malcolm contemplated his situation. He was having sexual dreams about his captain.

His captain.

He wasn't quite sure what was worse, that it was his captain, or that his captain was a man. Up until now, he had thought himself to be quite straight, fond of looking at pretty girls, fond of being with pretty girls. Never before had he thought about a man in such a way.

And dammit it was his captain!

It was getting unbearable, having to work side by side him every day with his dreams in his mind constantly. People were beginning to take notice, were starting to ask him if everything was all right. He never told people the truth- things were bloody well not all right! But he couldn't say that, now could he. That would lead to more questions, which would lead to unpleasant discussions, yes, he was quite all right. In public.

Of all the worst things he had been asked might quite possibly have been Trip's question from yesterday.

Flashback

"Hey, Malcolm, you seem distracted. Got a special somebody on your mind?" Trip asked playfully. Malcolm willed his face to remain unblushing. He would not let Trip know how right he was.

"As lovely as that sounds, the only thing I've got on my mind right now is whether your going to shut up and start helping me work now," he said. Trip sighed and shrugged.

"Fine. I'll get going."

End Flashback

Was he really that obvious? Malcolm turned off the shower, now frozen quite well, and stepped out. Wrapping himself in a towel he went back into his room and hazarded a quite look at the clock. Only four am. No wonder this bloody ordeal was making other people talk- he wasn't sleeping- at all!

"Damn you captain," he said, rubbing his temples.

This is my first Enteriprise fic. Not to mention my first R rated one (though light R, true…but still) so make suggestions, help me improve it, and be patient with me!