Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I don't own Enterprise, I don't own my house, I don't own my car, I don't own my pants. Where…are my pants? Trip…stop playing with the damn transporter...

Warnings: Sexual Content yeah, it's explicit so be warned. It's a threesome and pure Smut for Trip Malcolm and Jon. Enjoy, and consider yourself properly prepared for steaminess.

PART 2: Hot, Sweaty, and Dangerous Confrontation

Lieutenant Malcolm Reed

Why did Jon have to kiss me? I'm sitting in my quarters, on autopilot really, hardly paying attention to the man pacing uncontrollably in front of me. I glance up and the nervous wreck that got us kicked out of sickbay.

I can't resist the urge to wrap my arms around him. He's so upset. I should feel jealous, but somehow I don't. I'm upset, but not because Jon kissed Trip, no, because Jon did what he did for us. Jon is a great man, someone I've come to trust with my life and knowing he's fighting for his life is making my stomach twist violently. Why did he kiss me? I understand why he kissed Trip. On some level I always knew that their friendship was so much more than it looked like, and when I watched them kiss, I think I knew for sure. Something in the way Trip's fingers caressed Jon's face. The goofy look when their lips parted. Just for a second. But me. Why did he kiss me…?

I don't do it though. I just sit here on the chair like a bump on a log and it takes me a moment to realize that Trip has misinterpreted my silence. "Malcolm…" I don't know what he's going to say, but I don't think he can shock me anymore than I am right now. "…I…"

I know what he is thinking about now. I know why he thinks I am silent and I suddenly remember that he has no idea that Jon kissed me. He sounds strange. "I…think he was just trying to shut me up. When he kissed me. It…I..We've…" He sounds so guilty, maybe because he enjoyed it. I know he enjoyed it, cause it was so beautiful I enjoyed it, even just watching it.

I make myself move, my eyes capturing his bright blue worried ones. "Don't think about that right now." I tell him, pushing out a stern face, a calm face. I don't want him to think I'm mad at him, but this isn't the time. "We can talk about it later. I…" I take a deep breath and let it out, I stop myself from saying that it won't matter when he is dead. I stop myself from letting any air into my normally pessimistic balloon. Trip is almost shaking. This is his best friend. A man who has been by his side and at his back for longer than I can imagine. He's more than a brother. More than family and Trip loves him. Really loves him. I'm not jealous of it, not scared of it, I just know it. I just can't have the conversation with him where I give him up and give him permission to love Jonathan Archer. I can't do that right now. Part of me thinks it will be easier if Archer dies. I would never need to tell Trip about the kiss. I would never need to let him go, but at the same time, every bit of me doesn't want the Captain to die. No. That's not it. The officer in me doesn't want the Captain to die. But I don't want Jonathan Archer to die.

It hits me like a ton of bricks. The force and reality that I don't want that man to die. That I feel a constriction in my chest at the idea of him dying. Something more than just a comrade, something more than just a friend. I wonder when this happened, but now isn't the time to think about it because Trip is nodding and barely concealing the hurt look in his expressive face.

I step forward and gently guide his lips to mine, meeting for a moment with a gentle comfort and reassurance. I put some command in my voice, despite the fact he is my superior officer. "Go to your quarters, get cleaned up, and go to sick bay. Jon's going to need a friendly face when he wakes up." I look at him and focus on showing him how much I love him. Because I simply can't say it right now. Not now. "We can talk about this later, we have all the time in the world. I promise."

He needed that. I see his eyes clear and his body language change. His world is making a little more sense now. I gave him some order. I gave him and goal and a direction. It's not that Trip isn't capable of command decisions, not that he isn't able to control himself around those he loves. He did that fine when we were in mortal danger on the surface. No, he just can't sit still. He is lost without the ability to do something. Being there for Jon was something he could do. Something he had to do. I watch him look at me again for reassurance before he leaves my quarters and I am struck with the overwhelming need to sit down and put my head between my knees. I feel queasy. Why did he have to kiss me?

Jonathan Archer

I remember holding the lever in place no matter what. I remember drawing my phase pistol and shooting. Shooting as I keep the lever in place. Malcolm has to get to Enterprise, and for that I needed to keep that lever up. It never really occurred to me that one of them should stay behind. More than not wanting to loose Trip, I don't want to loose Malcolm either. It would be so easy to hate the man. Hate the man that had what I could never have, but that was just the thing. I could never have him. So why shouldn't he be happy? Malcolm, just as irresistible, just as wonderful a person, and just as off limits to me, made him happy so why would I want to keep that for him. I protect his person so much, and now I can protect his heart. There were three of us in that room. Of the three, I was the only one that no one needed, no one wanted. Another captain can take control of Enterprise, I'm not that essential. I couldn't let Malcolm stay. I couldn't let Trip stay. It was that simple.

That choice was easier made than lived through. I remember before the machine's hum stopped. Before Malcolm was all the way through it came down on me. My shots just as useless on it's thick hide as it had been in the abandoned ships corridors. Only now I wasn't running. I felt It grab at me, latch on to me with deep thick claws and rip at me. But I didn't let go. It twisted my arm as I attempted to fight back until the blue glow on the control panel clicked off and the transfer was complete. Then I lashed back full force and I feel my arm pop out of place with a wave of nausea. Perhaps food that fights would be less appetizing. Alas, despite my efforts it appears, I am very tasty. I felt very little after that. Just pain. Burning ripping horrid pain mixed with the panic induced haze of adrenaline which finally blocked all that out and everything went white.

White.

White and sterile and clean. That's where I was now. Yet. I didn't think being dead would smell like sickbay. Or have lights like sickbay. Or…have Dr. Phlox. I'm not dead? I feel light and spongy and there isn't any- oh there it is. Pain rockets through me at the first tightening of muscle when I try and sit up. I try and move my arm, but it is wrapped in something heavy.

"Jon?" I hear my name and I look over at my arm, the heavy thing was Trip. Trip is here. Right here at my bedside and despite myself I feel my heart race. I'm glad he's okay. Then it hits me. A rush of horrible embarrassment. I wasn't supposed to live. I never would have kissed him. Especially in front of Malcolm. Oh. Malcolm. I never would have kissed Malcolm, if I knew I would be living. Oh…Shit.

"Jon…" He repeats concern deep in his voice and I close my eyes, I feel light headed and I know quite suddenly I shouldn't let myself get excited. The good doctor is there for me and I feel the warmth of Trip's hands move away as the doctors calm voice leads him out. I stopped listening a minute ago. Sleep is begging at the corners of my mind and I want to let it take me. I need to let it take me. And the part of me that broke the rules, and destroyed my friendship suddenly realizes that I am not dying and silently wishes I were.

Trip Tucker

We need to talk. We've been avoiding it. Avoiding each other. But after hours of surgery Jon is going to be okay and suddenly I need to talk to Malcolm so I corner him in his quarters. I need to know what he wants. What he thinks. I don't know what I want. What I think. I almost lost Jon and I feel my heart splitting in half running toward these two individual men at the same time. What I must say I am not expecting is Malcolm to go first.

"I have to tell you something Trip." He confesses, his beautiful English accented voice wavering across the air toward me the heavy laden note of guilt making my heart twist a little. What could he possibly have a reason to feel guilty about? "After you transported. Jon…got me on that platform the same way he got you on that platform."

It takes me a moment, as I stare at the man in front of me. My mind churning slowly over the information despite the face that I am thinking at 100 mph. He kissed Malcolm? He kissed Malcolm. Suddenly I remember our drunken conversation not too long ago about Malcolm, Did I start it or…did he? When I told him we were dating…he seemed disappointed but encouraged me. His hesitation…after Jon kissed me, I thought it was for me. Now…He was so upset about me missing dinner with him, not because I was missing but because it meant I was with Malcolm. He was forlorn and distant for the last few weeks. Because of Malcolm. Damn. I cuckold my best friend and didn't even put it together. He kissed me…to shut me up. Kissed me to get me out of the way and in a private moment, not for show, not for anyone but them, he kissed Malcolm.

Oh god. Oh god Jon never liked me. Not like that. Here I am talking myself into falling head over heels for him over one lousy kiss and he doesn't like me. He likes Malcolm. Oh shit. Oh shit and it's too late. I feel it. That part of my heart breaking apart because I'm looking at the British man in front of me and I see in his eyes he knows it's over. He knows me and him…we're not going to be like we were. It breaks my heart because I love him. Oh god and I never told him. Three weeks of sleeping together. Three fantastic, amazing weeks and now. Now I wonder if he ever felt the same way. No. I can't think like that.

If it had been the other way, I don't know what I would do. I still didn't know what I was going to do. I needed to know how Malcolm felt. If he loved me like I had grown to love him. But I can see in his eyes that this is over. I can't say a word. I can't breathe and my heart can't beat. I hold up a hand as his mouth opens to say something else and I shake my head. I tell him to wait because I can't do this. I can't. Oh I just can't. I must look like I feel because he goes to say something and I just shake my head and stand. I can't. I'm gone before he can stop me, my heart pounding in my ears and I can't hear him. I don't want to hear him and I almost put my hands to my ears to avoid it.

No. No, no, no, no. I know I need to grow up. I need to suck it up and I need to get my head on straight, but at the moment it's impossible because my heart is twisted into knots and that, that comes first somehow. So I do what I'm really good at. I run away.

Jon

I'm finally alone, and yet, regrettably alone. Since coming out of surgery, my horribly mauled body patched up into nothing but a few tiny scars and weeks of rest I find myself joyfully greeted by my crew. Almost everyone comes for a visit, has a meal with me, or brings me something they think will entertain me. Hoshi brings Porthos for visits to sick bay, T'Pol brings me updates on things back home. Travis brings me gossip that I am not entirely sure I want to hear in the first place. But what I miss. What never comes, is Trip.

I haven't seen my best friend since I first open my eyes and then closed them again. Since then, about three days after I woke up, Malcolm came. Just the once, and not for long. We didn't talk about much. He was all formality and proper. I found myself staring at his lips and finding it so hard to forget what his kiss tasted like. What his soft lips really felt like burning against me. No. I couldn't forget and I couldn't push it aside and now that I'm alone. He's all I think about. Well no. That's not true. I've wanted to kiss Trip for so long that his lips were just as heavenly. So different. So different then what I imagined although that might have something to do with the fact I could almost taste his angry defiance when he "figured me out."

But now. Released to my quarters to rest I am sore but well enough and I will recover, but will my actions just prove to dig me into a deep hole I should never attempt to climb out of? I close my eyes and hope against hope. I may have thrown away every possibility I ever could have had, but I hope that I didn't ruin it for them. I hope Malcolm doesn't push Trip aside for me kissing him. He can't blame him for that right? The gossip of the ship says that the two haven't been seen together much, if at all, since our away mission. Malcolm isn't visibly different, still the stoic portrayal of an officer, but I've been told Trip is mighty worried about me. Well, everyone thinks he's worried about me, but if that were true he might have visited, once even. No. No I missed that boat and now I can't believe I did something so stupid.

I had to kiss them? I just couldn't die without knowing what Trip's lips taste like. And Malcolm, standing there all shocked and cute and downright wonderful. How could I not kiss him? I know that either of them would give their life for me, their Captain, but I would give my life for theirs, and I tried to. Not as the Captain of this starship, but as a friend. To both of them. Shit. Shit shit shit. I can't stop dwelling on how very very stupid I was. I wonder if I can fix this. If I could talk to them, but what do I do? Blatantly abuse my powers as their superior officer and summon them to talk to me? Force them to do it? Haven't I forced them into enough trouble already?

No. I'm just being a coward. I did this to them. I broke them apart by staying alive. I drove them away because they don't want to talk about it, but this is my fault. I am the one that did it. I kissed Trip. I poured everything I have pushed down inside me for almost a decade into that kiss and I pushed all my hope for what I could have had with Malcolm into that kiss. I kissed Malcolm. I broke them. I need to fix them. I press the button on the wall just above my bed. Thankful it isn't far, I'm tired enough. "Archer to Tucker."

I will fix this.

Malcolm

I straighten my button up shirt again as I walk down the hall toward the Captain's quarters. I know I'm off duty but my clothes should still be smooth. I wonder absently if I keep running my hands down my shirt to wipe away the sweat on my palms. I have a clue why Jonathan Archer wants to speak to me, but I don't have a clue why he kissed me and I guess the only way to find out is to ask. As I approach the door to the Captain's quarters I find myself suddenly faltering. Coming from the opposite direction is Trip. Looking mussed and sleep tousled in his sweat pants and tossed on shirt I feel my chest pull and my world spin a little. He wants to talk to both of us. Not just me. Oh, this is going to be interesting.

I haven't seen Tucker so informally since he walked out of my quarters without a word. The only thing I got to tell him was that I kissed Archer…and I guess that was it. I guess that was it for us. I don't know what's going on, but it's about damn time we all talked about it. At this point, I just want the man I love to be happy, and if that is with Archer then so be it. Jon is a wonderful man, and I know that they love each other, so I can let it happen if I have to. I'm getting ahead of myself. I push down all my emotions at the sight of the Commander and we stop just shy of one other, both of us on either side of reaching the door, neither of us stepping completely in front of it. I don't want to look at Trip's face. I just want to get this over with. I reach out and hit the chime. Feeling slightly guilty to be visiting the Captain so late, especially after he spent the whole day with visitors. Which honestly, is a foolish thought, he asked me to come, and obviously Tucker as well.

I hear him call for us to enter and I open the door but allow the Commander to enter before me. There is no particular reason, I tell myself, as I wipe my hands on my thighs in a nervous twitch.

Jon is sitting on the bed, Porthos snuggled up to his thigh and warmly being petted by the tired looking man. Although Jon is very alive, he looks very weary. He is sitting slumped and his body seems thin, as if the alien animal had ripped most of him out and Phlox couldn't put it all back in. The thought makes me reconsider my analogy, there probably were parts of him that didn't get "put back" quite the same I'm sure. He's gaunt to begin with and now he looks laden with something although I can probably assume it is the reason we are here.

"Well don't you look like shit" I hear the southerner comment as he drops into the seat next to Jon's desk, reaching over and picking up an open cold beer on the desk that was obviously waiting for him. There is another next to it, the desk chair pulled out waiting for me. I hesitate a moment. Part of me would like to stand, take this like and officer, but as Trip puts it, this is not a conversation between Captain, Lieutenant and Commander. This is between me, Trip and Jon. I make my choice and let my muscles loosen. I sit and pick up the cold beverage to quickly take a long sip. Maybe this will calm my nerves.

"Thanks. You should see the other guy." Jon responds, a soft smile on his lips as his bright hazel green eyes peek at the blonde to my left. I see Trip smirking. His tension is broken. They are suddenly as they always were to me. Friends. So well fit together that they can joke about the older man being mauled nearly to death within weeks of it happening. They are quite strange.

I find myself rolling my eyes and taking another sip of beer. This is going to be a long conversation for me. "So I hear," starts the Captain, his voice taking on a serious tone. "that you two haven't been…hanging out as much as of late…and I can't help but wonder if it was my doing."

"Ya think?" The tactless southerner remarks from beside me, taking another sip of his beer and not venturing to give us anything further.

I shift my posture, unable to keep myself from asking this question any longer. "My only question…Captain-"

"Jon," He interrupts to correct me, a hint of humor in his eyes as he watches me over the rim of my glass "we are talking about the time I stuck my tongue down your throat."

Evidently he realizes I don't react the same as his long time friend because he immediately seems to straighten a little at my glare, allowing me to continue. "My only question, Jon, is why did you kiss me?"

"I thought that bit was obvious." Trip answers first his eyes a little downcast but the humor still rich in his voice, trying to keep this light "He kissed you cause you've got such a nice ass."

"It's really hard to understand weather that is a complement or an insult Mr. Tucker." I tell the blonde with a raised eyebrow.

"Trip," He corrects quickly, a little smirk on his face. "we are talking about your ass after all"

Jon's soft laugh at my look of discomfort is cut short by what I can only assume is a cut of pain. I'm not going to ask though. If he wasn't up for this he shouldn't have asked us to come. "I suppose he kissed you for your fine ass as well?" I muse, taking a small sip and sitting down the glass.

Trip gave a short bark of a laugh, "More likely just to shut me up, a little less conventional then a hand over the mouth but effective…"

"Are you completely daft Trip" I find myself bristle at his remark, hand slaming my beer to the table with pent up frustration I didn't know I had. I ignore the foam that threatens to erupt from the neck of the bottle. I let all pretense fall to the wind as I feel his bright blue eyes snap to meet mine. This seems more like a two person conversation we should have had days ago but that doesn't matter now. My blood is boiling, boiling over and it takes everything I have not to shout at the other man. He wouldn't let me talk before but goddamn it he'll let me talk now. "Jon kissed you with more passion than a starving man. Obviously he's been wanting to do that for longer than it took to figure out how to shut you up" I snuff softly under my breath at the thought that the captain only did such a thing to quite the southerner. "And I'm sure our friend the Captain is smart enough to think of another way to shut you up if he really wanted to."

Although silent until now the older man can't hide his smile when he comments "None quite as much fun though"

"Why thanks sir." Trip responds automatically, voice still playful as he seems hesitant to absorb my comments and take them to heart.

Jon's reply however is oddly serious "Pleasure was all mine I'm sure."

Trip seems flustered at Jon's flattery but he rounds on me "Are you completely blind. He's been down in the dumps ever since we started dating, and he was like that when I visited him." I can see a little heart break in those beautiful blue eyes. "Not because he missed me, but because I cock blocked him. You're the one he wants, and has for quite a while now."

"Does have a bit a truth to it." Jon adds, his eyes almost bright green as the bore into me, words so soft I'm not sure he meant me to hear them.

I lean forward toward Jon and I ask the question again because I need a clear answer. "That's why you kissed me….You fancy me?"

Trip gives a snort of a laugh, "There's that damn word again, fancy. Yeah…he fancies you Mal, and I wish you two the best of luck." He looks like he's about to stand, close to downing his beer and running out faster than a bat outta hell.

"Now that's enough" Jon says, voice commanding as he drops some of the humor at Trip's well wishes.

Trip's voice, though still tinted with humor is sore with anguish as he surges to stand, body trembling with his expressive lack of control. "No Jon, I don't think it is, I'm done being in the middle. I feel like with one stupid kiss you turned me upside down in a second and shook me for all I'm worth." He takes a breath, his voice a little raw, he's telling the truth and his honestly is like a hot poker that shoves into Jon's chest. I know because I felt it too. I didn't know really how to describe it before, but Jon turned me upside down. "I…I thought I felt something and you got me all worked up over nothing. Here I thought I was breaking your heart and really you were just jealous."

"Trip…" He tries to stop his friend, voice soft with caring, and he leans slightly forward, body sagging without the support of the wall.

"I was happy there…for a minute. Really truly drop dead happy like I haven't felt in a really long time. But I get it. Malcolm told me it was over for us and I got the message loud and clear." That last part seemed bitter with hurt and I'm frankly surprised to hear it.

"I never…" I start but evidently our resident loud mouth isn't finished and it isn't my turn yet. Jon however didn't miss my denial, his soft green eyes meeting mine. We may not have known each other ten years, but he's good enough with people that he seems to understand me without words.

"I don't see things," The blonde continues, body settling into his seat as his voice seems to sink into the pit of his stomach, staring into the depth of his beer. "I never see these things coming. I didn't see Mal asking me out and I never saw you when you were interested and I missed both boats, which let me tell you boys is one hell of a dock to get left on." His eyes look at me, so very lost and alone. He's not okay "But I'm okay with it." He chugs another mouthful of amber brew. I wonder absently if he's trying to shut himself up before he keeps babbling.

Jon's voice is careful and controlled as he speaks, finally able to speak. "Trip. I called you here to tell you that I kissed you because I thought I was going to die." He says it like that's all there is too it, and Trip looks at him hard. "I was going to die and I just wanted to kiss someone and you were there. Both of you were there. It was just desperate. Space is lonely and I—"

"Bullshit" Trip interrupts, voice very hard and Jon knows without argument he is caught, but I know that he had to try. His heavy shoulders fall back against the wall, breathing even and measured. This makes sense to me. The self sacrifice. The white lie that could make everything better.

I wonder for a moment if I should lay out what I know, but no one really seems to be holding back and I suppose no one should. I look at the Captain and tell him without any waver, "You didn't want to die without kissing him. Just once. I saw that plain as day." I tell him, knowing that was the only part of that day I was sure of.

"Oh, lookie here, we got ourselves a grade A Archer reader." Trip remarks, voice bitterly joking again. But more sarcastic, more meant to hurt.

Jon knows when to take his opportunities with Trip and fires back without hesitation. "Oh stuff it country bumpkin"

"Don't make my come over there fly boy." Trip quips, voice more soft and humor filled but his shoulder squared to show his pride a little less hurt. The normalcy of the banter calming him.

I speak quickly, as it seems I must do to get a word in edgewise. "Hey…so what are you saying…" still seeking clarification.

"I'm saying…I'm sorry. I never meant to do this to you two. The truth is…I was dieing…and that was just something I needed to do." I'm not really that great at reading Jon, but I agree with Trip, it feels like he's trying to be the martyr again. "Needed to do once before I died. Once is enough"

"Is it really?" I hear myself ask, and I hesitate for a moment with a glance at the man next to me. "I thought once would be enough…when I asked Trip out." I try not to look at the blonde while I talk to Jon with this intensely personal information. "I thought to myself, if I get to kiss him just once before he realizes he's wasting his time. Just once. Then it will all be okay and I can walk away. But I can't. I can't walk away, I don't want to walk away."

"You don't want to walk away?" Trip asks, voice soft and serious and above all shocked.

"No…" I tell him, struggling to peek in his direction without begging him not to leave me with my stupidly betraying eyes.

"But you…the way you were looking at me, like you were so sorry and …" Trip's voice trembles, and suddenly his leaving makes sense. I guess I should be more careful because it seems this engineer could read me like a technical manual he's written himself.

"I was…scared. Scared because I know you love him." I confess, eyes meeting Trip's and keeping them. "There's no room for me in this crowded room, not with you and Jon and all that history."

Trip's voice cuts into me, his voice light but so serious. "Of course there is."

"What?" Both of us echo, a little shocked with Trip's sudden change of direction, he slides forward and sits a bit closer to the edge of his seat, expression changing with striking realization as if he wasn't the one to make the suggestion in the first place.

Then I see it, that smirk, that signature wonderful smirk that spreads across the young man's adventurous face and finally settles at me beaming. "Yes…there is. Maybe there is room for all three of us and our baggage." His eyes roll toward the Captain, body smooth and smile soft "Or maybe we can purge some misunderstanding and embarrassing attempts at self sacrifice."

"All of this doesn't change the same thing that kept me from kissing you years ago." Jon said looking more weary than ever. "I'm still your Captain. Hell…I'm still too old for you. I'm still-" He couldn't finish that sentence because instead of air he was breathing in he was suddenly breathing in Trip Tucker's tongue.

I find myself smiling at the site. The younger man's soft wide hands on Jon's face seem to bring color to him. I don't know if it's from the kiss or a flush of embarrassment, but either way he looks brighter in an instant and I feel my heart sore just a touch.

"Trip…" Jon whispers, his voice a pained little groan that betrays the shake in his hands. His eyes are so very vulnerable as he looks up at the man so close to him.

"I'm not gonna report you for makin' the first move Cap'in" He whispers, fingers touching his face gently as the younger man settled slowly into his friends lap, "and I'm not gonna waste anymore time."

I smile, watching the two leaning close, breathing the same air, they are gorgeous together, perfect face against perfect face.

"You really think you can keep this just professional when we're out there?" Jon asks, voice filled with worry and insecurity. I don't ever remember seeing him like that before.

Trip scoffs a laugh "Oi? We were doing a pretty good job of it before this whole incident you know…"

Jon's face erupts and a wide smile that I can't help but love to see. "Oi? You really are hanging out with Malcolm too much"

"Your just jealous cause you think his accent is hot" Trip says with a smile as he throws a look over me. I can tell from his face he isn't lying. I have heard plenty of times that American's often find my accent attractive, but to know that Jon does makes my stomach flutter a little in excitement.

"Trip…" Jon warns, his voice a mixture of scolding and embarrassment.

I know that smirk on Trip's face well by now. The blonde is teasing but he uses that smile when rubbing in something embarrassing. Jon really did like my accent. "and you find his ass what was it…delicious?" I feel like balking. He likes my ass? I'm suddenly assaulted by the memory of his kiss, his hands softly brushing my backside, then griping me firmly as he lifted me onto the transporter platform. That touch might have been a sweet little caress, and the more I think about it, the more I think that maybe he does like my ass.

"Trip…" Jon warns again, more deeply, more seriously, or maybe just more afraid of the next thing he's about to say, a blush rushing to his face.

"…oh and Malcolm you should have heard his little fantasy ab—"

Jon

I have to kiss him to shut him up, and it seems to be the most effective way to keep him from running his mouth off. Especially when he's choosing to spill all my secrets about the very man in the room with us, who I can't read quite as well as the blonde in my lap. He's still such a mystery to me that I don't want to scare him or drive him away. I quickly find Trip melting into me. His tongue is warm and soft in my mouth, exploring slowly and carefully. He seems to have forgotten what he was going to say because instead of nudging to be let go, the blonde's hands are caressing my chest slowly.

As I pull away form him, I suddenly don't feel so tired. My eyes open to meet bright sparkling blue and it feels like he is looking straight into my soul. "…his little fantasy about you talking dirty…"

Damn…he didn't forget. Suddenly I feel a rush of excitement at Trip's smirk. He's about to say something I'm gonna like far too much and I know it as he leans down, his bright blue eyes peeking to the side to watch his lover over my shoulder. "and just to let you know Johnny-boy, he's quite good at it."

I feel myself groan and I know I can't hide the swell of my arousal as it pushes against the man so closely nestled in my lap. It's been so long. Longer for me then either of these too. I'm suddenly assaulted with the images of these two, twined together, kissing one another, naked and hot and oh damn that image is too amazing. I close my eyes tightly, breathing hard all of a sudden. "You want to hear me say naughty things sir?" Comes that sexy British accent, deep and silky against my neck and I let out a shudder, just the way he lets the word 'naughty' roll off his tongue makes me shiver. I don't know when he got so close, but I don't mind at all.

I try one more time to pull this situation back under control. I push forward into the southerner in front of me, claiming his lips and tongue in my mouth easily. I feel him submit as my tongue pushes into him, I drive him back a little onto his knees, and pull myself up onto mine. I still feel sore but a little less now. The dull aches are just that, dull and distant. I can feel the smaller man slide in behind me and kiss my neck softly. His tongue is wet and warm and interesting as it makes patterns on my skin.

Trip pulls away for a moment, the taste of beer and sweetness, something I remember as him and only him is left in my mouth. "Your not well enough for this Jon." His thumb strokes my face gently, sweetly in a gesture of caring and tenderness. It melts my heart. "We've waited this long. What's a little longer?"

"Oh hell no" I whisper and claim his lips again sliding my hands into his short cropped hair. My body doesn't protest to badly as I shift onto my knees and dominate his mouth. I let him know, that I want this, I want him. I pull him close and flush against my body, pushing my straining erection into him as I lean down and speak into his neck. I know my voice is gruff with need and my stubble is probably scratchy against his smooth face, but I don't care. What I care about is the feel of his arousal poking hard into my flesh. God yes. The air from my lungs pushes out across his flesh, hot and moist against his rumpled shirt and goose bump covered neck. "I don't wanna wait."

The silence is long and heavy, only interrupted by the sound of a yip from below. By now Porthos is both confused and excited. His tail is wagging and he's bouncing on his feet in excitement. He's not sure what game this is, but he certainly wants in.

I lean back from the man in front of me, stretching out with only a slight pinch of discomfort to look my errant dog in the eye. "Porthos. Enough." I growl at him the command in a firm voice, letting him know I mean business as the short pup wiggles away to his bed.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch Trip's grin, but he isn't looking at me, he's looking at Malcolm. As I turn to look at the younger man I notice a fire in his eyes that I haven't seen before. His soft grey eyes are suddenly smoldering at me and before I have a chance to say anything his lips are on mine.

He's different then Trip. Very very different. Soft and calculating. He's almost hungry in his ferocity. I pull him flush against me, hands possessively mauling his gorgeous behind as I pull him into me. I realize suddenly that I love the feel of him. He's warm and he's soft against me. The silkiness of his shirt and the taste of his tongue in my mouth is intoxicating. I pull both hands up to his face and demand everything from his mouth, tongue roaming, body arching, lips moving. He tastes amazing.

I'm lost in him when his hands touch my hips. He moves his fingertips up sliding across my abdomen his hands tugging up and forcing my arms to stretch up. I gasp softly as the skin and muscle of my side stretches with the movement and a sting of discomfort rushes up my spine. Malcolm stops immediately. Two worried soft grey eyes watching me with a sudden serious intensity. "You too?" I ask voice soft but unable to conceal my frustration. I wrench the shirt off of me, jostling my side possibly a little more than I would have liked, but I ignore it and throw the fabric away. I kiss him again, taking him against me again and swallowing him whole. I keep him flush against me, my body hot against his.

I can't stop the need for air as I kiss my Armory officer. Breathing through my nose I keep the kiss deep and ignore the dull throb in my body. Then I feel it. His hand on the bruised and angry scar across my midsection. I pull back and let my breath come hard. My ribcage expands and contracts with a dull ache of discomfort but I say nothing. I want this, I want it badly and I won't let some soreness get in the way. I feel his warm fingers spread slowly across my skin, gentle and probing. "It doesn't hurt." I tell him, without being asked. My hand coming up to stroke his face.

I feel something else, from behind me, and I feel the warmth of another hand sliding across midsection from the back. Trip. His hand is wider, larger, and his fingers longer. I close my eyes at the tenderness of their touch and let out a long slow breath as they both examine me. Somehow the feeling of them tracing the matching scars where a beast held me in it's mouth, didn't remind me of that horrible thing that ripped me apart. Instead it feels like this is what it was all for. I feel them holding me between them, delicate and loving and for just a minute I feel it full of doubt, but in the same second, squash it down. Even if it is one night, it's better than nothing. I feel it necessary however, to remind them how much I want it. I repeat. "It really doesn't hurt."

I feel Trip's hesitation, and Malcolm's headstrong nature as they both resist the urge to push me to far too fast, but at the same time, I don't want them to think about that. I don't want them to treat me like a small breakable object. I lean forward and I grab at the smaller man beneath me, straddling his hips and pulling him under me. I kiss him senseless, my lips on his and my hands clutching at him. I feel him slide beneath me, legs moving under and beneath me, so much so that I feel Trip moving behind me, sliding around the strong muscle of Malcolms legs. I groan at the feeling of Trip's hands on my back, on my ass and running down my thighs, his caress is soft and warm, exploring me and learning me with a tenderness I am not showing to the man beneath me.

I push against the softness of the dark man's mouth, my hands buried in his hair and dragging across his smooth face. I can't seem to get enough of him, to taste enough of him. His muscular frame hides beneath a thin layer of skin that makes my heart pound. His body arches and stretches under me as my thumb mercilessly pushes on a hard nipple through the silk of his shirt. Malcolm Reed is pure sweetness that makes my heart race as his body curves up rubbing flush against me. I am suddenly all too aware of the reality that he still has all his clothes on and it isn't fair. I want to feel his skin, I want to feel every inch of him burn against me. I realize a little too late that I'm unbearably hard as Trip's nimble delicious fingers slide into my pants from behind.

I can't help but jerk when he wraps his fingers around me, my mouth breaking with the man beneath me for just a minute as I suck in air and let myself tremble. Holy shit did that feel good. Something in the way he touched me, looking to feel me and stroke me made my body harden almost painfully, taking my breath away with strong firm strokes. I feel Malcolm chuckle under me, his warm lips seeking out my ear and nibbling at the lobe while he whispers. "He is quite good with his hands isn't he?"

I groan in agreement, but evidently that isn't enough for the Englishman. He pulls himself up and I feel him wiggle his way down my chest, sliding away between my legs and I bend farther, looking after him in slight confusion, but I find it so hard to think with my best friend's hand squeezing me, touching me. God it feels good.

I can't think for a minute, because it is all happening fast, so fast, too fast. Suddenly there is the cool air of the room on my bare thighs, Trip's hands retreating to my ass and back, stroking, lips nibbling and caressing across hot patterns of flesh, but even more, I realize what Malcolm is doing. His firm, soft hands grip my hardness and bring the tip to his waiting mouth that just burned a hot wet trail down my chest. "Oh shit" I hear myself whisper as I all but fall onto the younger man's face. His lips wrap around my hard cock, sending shooting spikes of pleasure up my spine.
Oh shit, oh fuck. He is hot. He is hot and wet and wrapped around me, sucking. I glance down at him, my body trembling under his attentions as he sucks me smoothly down his throat. I feel myself fall forward onto my forearms, head hitting a pillow and panting while I tuck my chin to my trembling chest as I continue to watch him and feel him bringing me more pleasure than I could ever remember with his beautiful mouth. I feel awkward as their hands manhandle my pants off, Trip's wide hands supporting my weight while Malcolm's no nonsense fingers push and wiggle off my loose pants. I hear myself whimper, hands gripping the pillow tightly as the blonde lowers my body back to my knees, and sinking my length farther into that delicious mouth.

I know I'm not going to last long. Tongue, hands, lips, more lips, I feel my body weight sinking as I lift my head and bury it in the pillow, unable to watch anymore. My eyes are tightly closed against the rush of sensation that I can't handle as I breathe in and out against the rush of pleasure coming straight from Malcolm's mouth around me. I pull back a little bending over myself for another peek, ass in the air to see the man between my legs moving around me. It's sexy and overwhelming and not to mention his hands are working me. I moan slowly, body tightly wound as I feel Trip's hands and mouth join the party. I bury my face in the pillow again as he licks down the small of my back and keeps going.

I haven't quite felt anything like it before as the blonde's nimble tongue licks lower and lower and I feel myself jerk when his tongue licks the pucker of my ass as I jerk my hips forward without any control. I pull back immediately, flushed with embarrassment, not only that I lost control, but in the process I could very well have hurt the man under me.

It seems he's a little farther ahead then I am however, because instead of pulling back he grabs my hips and pulls them forward. I blush brightly into the pillow, as the man under me guides me to thrusting into his warm, wet, willing mouth. I pant softly, as Trip's long skilled fingers replace his tongue, stroking and touching my ass slowly in time with my thrusts and his mouth travels down. Oh god oh god, he licks slowly down the sensitive skin between my legs and then across the weight of my balls. I shiver at their attentions, sensation piling on sensation faster than I can comprehend or keep control. I know that I make some other incoherent sound as Trip's finger works deep into my ass and his mouth sucks softly on my tender sacs.

Malcolm's mouth is so perfect, his tongue working me on each stroke as the both encourage my hips to work in and out of his heat. "Oh…shit Malcolm…" I hear myself grunt his name, but I can't give him any other warning than that as I feel my whole body shake and tense. My mind is consumed with the pleasure and I feel my thighs tremble as I grab the pillow and let out a long breath, balls pulling tight to my body, pleasure spiking through me like a river of lightening. I feel thankful that the two men now hold my shuddering hips still as the dark haired man still sucks softly on my throbbing cock as I empty into him.

I'm blind for a moment, blind, deaf and dumb as I collapse in on myself and onto the softness of the bed. I know somewhere in my awareness that they are carefully settling me in on my back, my chest still heaving, body still flushes. As I come down from my bodies boiling high I find myself shaking and struggling to breath, the pain in my abdomen from my hurried breath racing up my spine, but I smirk into it none the less. The pleasure wiggling around my brain and the sated feeling all over my body was well worth it.

Unfortunately that feeling didn't last to long. I am struck with the sudden realization that not only did I come quickly, both Malcolm and Trip are still completely clothed. "Shit…" I whisper, leaning my head back as I let my eyes fix on two hard bulges tenting two pairs of pants. "I'm sorry."

Trip barks a soft laugh sliding forward and capturing my lips softly, his wild exuberance overcoming me for a moment and pulling me back into the world of heat and excitement. "You have nothing to be sorry about…." He whispers, his grin wide as he leans his forehead against mine.

Trip

I lean back, sitting up and taking in the site spread out beneath me. I know that we're staring, but frankly I don't care. I find myself breathing deeply, looking down at the man I've known for over ten year, a man who's been my best friend for longer than I care to think about. I've seen him as a father, a son, a leader, a captain, a friend, and always someone I know inside out and I can't stop thinking that I am an idiot never to see him like this. He is beyond beautiful and I am not the only one who thinks so. I glance up at Malcolm, who is watching from the other side of Jon's thighs, his eyes also riveted to the slightly sweaty expanse of glowing California sun kissed skin.

His skin, oh it's soft, smooth and perfect. I have seen him before, almost naked and I've even touched him in Decon, and yet this is different. He's beautiful, and I love the line of muscles that define his body. He's strong and he's delicious looking. I can't resist the strong urge to touch him, to feel him under my fingers. I let my hand move across his taught muscles, stroking his cooling skin as I feel the tense strings underneath Jon's flesh waiting for them to jerk, waiting for him to give me a sign of pain or discomfort.

I peek over the older man at Malcolm, his soft eyes taking in the site of Jon's chest before him. His hands gentle as they explored the older man. I get admittedly a little lost in him, the smell of his skin, the heat of him, the width of his sculpted body and the yielding strength I feel in him. I slide one hand up, letting my nimble fingers caress and touch and trail up into spiked up hair and back down to a thin narrow waist, and find myself distinctly caught in the taught v of muscle leading down.

I feel from behind something warm and soft wrap around me and I recognize it as Malcolm's arms. Smirking the smaller man slides his hands into the front of my loose pants, working those magical hands over my length, letting my breath roll out. My eyes close leaning back into the smaller man who I missed completely during our weeks of stupid, useless, silence. I let out a long groan as I feel Jon's hands working on my sweatpants, pulling at the fabric and pulling it down my thighs.

I open my eyes to see Jon's closed, his breath coming in short bursts but I know it's not from arousal. He looks exhausted as I gently push him back down onto his back. "Just sit there Jon. Enjoy the show."

"Are you kidding me," he pants, body resisting my insistence that he lay down. "I feel like you just sucked the life outta me and your both still fully dressed." He grinds out, trying to sit back up but I push him down, Malcolms soft hands joining mine on his chest.

"Jon, your not superman, take a bloody minute and enjoy the show while you get ready for another go." Malcolm's soft sexy voice even slipped deep into my chest and rolled down to my groin as I looked up to catch his cute little smirk.

I watch Jon settle, apparently okay with the idea of another go and I watch him settle back with a little relieved smile. "So where were we?" I ask, pulling the attention of the dark haired man back to me, his deep grey blue eyes staring at me, in me, burning for me.

"You were going to kiss him" Jon supplied, his voice slightly heated and hopeful.

Malcolm's smirk turned down to the Captain and his tongue darted out to lick his lips, but before he could say anything I kiss him. I was taken aback at first. Malcolm and I hadn't kissed in a while and I missed it but something was off. He tasted different. It hits me like a ton of bricks as I break our kiss with a smirk. "You taste like Jon"

Malcolm nods at me, that cute little smile and his bright eyes showing nothing but mischief. "Tastes good, doesn't he."

"Hell yeah" I answer, feeling the blush push up in Jon's face as much as seeing it out of the corner of my eyes as I claim Malcolm's lips again.

I feel my pulse pounding hard and I feel a renewed heat in the way the darker man touches me, positioned behind me and flush up my body, kissing over my shoulder, displaying me to the man beneath our thighs. His arms are strong, lithe muscle hidden under smooth warm skin. His smile is intoxicating as it breaks across his lips still pressed against me and I feel him begin striping off my clothes. I'm not about to become a passenger in this encounter as I yank at his button up shirt and consider throwing him down and just fucking him silly right now. I miss him, I miss being inside him, miss tasting him and holding him and I kiss him hard in a sudden rush of desperation, as I turn partway so I can rip at his belt and throwing it away.

"Oi" Whispers the sweet British accent, his lips softening mine, his hands stilling me as I move push him down and straddle him. "Slow down, No one's going anywhere…" and I feel it hit my heart. I didn't believe this would be more than one night and he knows it. Maybe he knows it too. Maybe he wants to savor it. Either way, I take a breath and step back, off the bed and look down at Malcolm Reed. I smile at his tussled shirt slightly clinging to his damp skin and his dark eyes shinning with lust. His dark hair skewed from tumbling with me and Jon, belt gone and pants bursting with the proof of his arousal.

He's amazing, gorgeous and he's right. I don't wanna rush through this. I glance up to make sure Jon is watching as I strip off my shirt, pulling it up over my head and tossing it to join the floor. I take a wide step back off the foot of the bed and let my hands move to my pants, shoving down the Starfleet regulation boxers underneath and letting both the men in the room drink me in. I'm not usually vein but I do know that I'm good looking and right now, both men find me worth looking at. I reach out and grab the younger man's waist, pulling him up and flush with my naked body. It seems to snap him out of his daze as the Armory officer grabs my ass and kisses me full on the lips.

He tastes delicious and he feels amazing against me, I can't resist the feel of him, skin on skin, burning and touching as I strip off his pants and push them down his thighs to the floor. I work my way down kissing his throbbing neck and sucking on his evidence of his beating heart as I slowly slide his shirt off his shoulders. I feel him moan softly under me and peek up at the Captain. He is still sprawled in a relaxed position but his eyes for focused and intense and I can see him slowly coming to attention again.

"Let Jon take a look at you darlin'" I tell him, turning him in my arms so that my lips still kiss his neck but this time from behind. Malcolm's toned frame, tense with sensation, is on display for his superior officer. I know from the feel of him, he loves the feeling of me touching him, showing him off, and I love to do it. I get lost in him, tense muscles and sculpted chest to firm abs and tight peeked nipples. Even more is the soft ass pressed against my hard cock and the thick throbbing heat that I just avoid touching every time I stroke past the dark man's thighs. He is so hot, burning under my skin and he smells musky and sweaty and perfect. I could touch him and taste him and lick him all night.

The stoic and tightly buttoned up Armory officer turned out to be a much more passionate lover than I had ever imagined and I smirk as Jon seems to have realized that same thing as he watched us with rapt interest. "Shit" Groans the older man. I glance up at Jon, he is looking intent and frankly hungry as he stares at the man in my arms. I smirk at him and turn the younger man around in my arms, showing the Captain my lovers fine ass. This is one of my favorite parts of Malcolm, especially how responsive he is when it comes to this part. I pull his hips to mine, feeling our heat grind together and I feel it make the wind rush out of me. It's good. So good. I almost forget my intention but honestly it isn't exactly a chore. I reach around to the crevice in Malcolm's fine ass and feel him tense and let out a harsh hiss as I touch him. I smirk down at him. "You want me to stop?"

"Don't you bloody dare!" Cried the Brit as he wiggles against me, heart pounding, cock throbbing.

I laugh in response, moving quickly to push forward the limp and pleasure clouded Armory officer onto the bed next to my Captain. I take a second to stare at them as I crawl closer my lip tightly bit between my teeth. They are beautiful, both of them, I reach out taking the Malcolm in my hand. He is hot velvet sheathed over hard steel , his body arching and tensing, his ass offered to me as he spreads his knees, begging me silently. He moved subtly under me like a cat, his breath tight and his beautiful chest heaving. I am really not sure I can wait anymore either.

"Lube?" I ask Jon, and at first he doesn't seem to hear me, but after a moment he tears his eyes away from the hot man wiggling under me as my words finally hit his brain and I see him blush bright red. It really is my fault for tossing this naked and wanton man on all fours, just inches away from Jon. I smirk as he slips off to the nightstand and routs through retrieving a tube of some kind of lotion that will work. He seems suddenly uncomfortable. Without changing my attention to Malcolm I reached out and down and wrapped my long hot fingers around Jon. I feel a rush of pride to find him hard as a rock for the second time tonight. "You think that's hot?"

"Yes" Came Jon's scratchy voice, body shivering with my sudden touch.

"Do you wanna fuck me Jonny boy?" I ask, my own voice darkly seductive and I can't help but smirk.

"Yes…" He moans out, his hips slightly jerking into my hand but it appears he favors helplessness no more. I find myself at the mercy of a pair of ruthless lips, two hands in my hair, tugging me desperately and heated. His tongue invades me, his body pushes into me a sense of power and dominance and strength coming off him makes me want to whimper, I want him to make me his and I don't care how fucked up that sounds at the moment. A shiver slides up my spine as I feel his hands groping and mauling my ass in his large hands. His mouth breaks with mine, the worlds on his lips flush against my face as he says them. "Oh god yes."

I smirk as a small hand reaches up and yanks me back down. With a sexy growl in a thick accent, voice gravely with want and need, body evidently tired of waiting and impatience seating in Malcolm demands from me eyes boring into me. "Someone please fuck me" I swear I can feel both my cock and the thick length in my hand jump at those words and I abandon my Captain for my previous task.

I flip him roughly onto his back yanking his ass up as he shoves a pillow underneath with practiced motion. Now armed with slippery cool gel I squeeze some on my fingers and lean over the younger man as he spreads his legs wide and angles his hips up, begging me without words, but honestly just as effective. I sink my fingers into him, my mouth descending on his neck and I get easily distracted with the sensation of covering him with my body, our cocks brushing with our wiggling moving hips and my fingers buried deep in his tight little ass. I can't help being even more turned on by his dirty words whispered in my ears and then suddenly I realize they aren't exactly for me.

"Push one finger in. Nice and slow, your fingers are nice a big in his tight ass aren't they? Just let him get used to it." Come the warm soft voice next to me, still sexy and low. Then I feel it. Jon's finger, one hand holding my hips as he sinks a finger from his other hand up in me and I can't help but groan my approval.

"You like that…don't you Trip?" I lick my lips at my name and bite my lip but that isn't enough. Malcolm's smooth hand gives my lonely sensitive length a long squeeze and combined with the single digit wiggling wetly into my ass I let out a long moan. "You like his finders in your ass? You like him stroking you, spreading you open, touching you deep inside. You can't wait for it to be his big dick…can't wait for him to fuck you…"

Jon groans at Malcolm's sexy voice and I whimper in a soft cry for more. I push back on the older man and I hear Jon chuckle softly, rocking the finger inside me, slowly and smoothly adding another. "Oh…yeah…" I hear myself say pushing a second finger into the man under me and working quickly to get him ready. I thrust the two fingers vigorously, moving spreading the man beneath me and feeling him pant and tense, building and just wanting me to take him already. "More Jon…please."

I feel him move a bit more confident, adding another finger and then another. There is a lot of lube, probably more than necessary considering I've done this before, but I am struck with the possibility that Jon maybe hasn't, and if he has, it's been a very long time since then. I can't help but shiver with a sudden thrill. The man below me is wiggling, incoherent and unashamed as he writhes under me. Until now, most of the dirty words spilling out of him was encouragement for Jon, but I snap to him with the use of my name. "Trip…stop playing around with me, please. I need you. Inside me."

I nod, and I think that might be all I can do. I have to remove my fingers to manhandle the smaller man beneath me and feel him eager to wiggle around and help. He splays out on his back. Bare beautiful body open to me, I sit up, kneeling in front of the open man below me, barely aware Jon is watching me very closely and I gently push into the armory officer, it takes him no time at all to relax to the thick head as it pops into him and a few deep breaths to let me through. I let him adjust as I bury completely into him, working forward an inch at a time with deep long breaths. He is tight though. So tight. I think I might have forgotten how unbelievable he felt and I feel a horrible knot in me as I think this might have been gone. All of this. I push it away and pant into the dark man's hair. Soft wisps of it welcoming my face as we breathe through the overwhelming urge to move. I am bent over him, knowing I'm crushing his hard cock between us, but also knowing he doesn't care. Not with me buried in his ass till my balls brush his delicious skin.

I was about ready to let Jon know he could join us when his fingers, still softly and idly stretching my ass, brushed that spot in me and I arched suddenly, the soft moment of patience forgotten as my hips slam into Malcolms. "Shit!" I groan, and I hear Malcolm laugh in pleasure, breaking out into a wonderful smile as he stretches out gripping the sheets and howling his pleasure with a smile. He says something to Jon but I don't hear it through the roar in my ears, but he must have told him to do it again because suddenly the Captain is assaulting that spot inside me and he is driving me into a frenzy.

I'm swimming in heavenly sensation, face screwed up in pleasure, jaw slack, hips pushing into the tight dark man beneath me as hard as I can, desperate to feel the heat and the tightness and the burning trails of fingers and the deep hot stroke inside me when suddenly Malcolm's hands are grabbing my hips and keeping me deeply buried without moving. I pant and blink coming back to myself and his self satisfied smirk. I realize I was a little lost there and I am sweating and impossibly hard and I might be about to come like a stick a dynamite. Then I feel it, Jon.

Jon's thick cock at my ass, the wide hot head burning against my hole that is offered to him so sweetly while I'm bent over Malcolm and driving into him. "Oh yes Jonny.." I whisper and I know I said it out loud because I feel the younger man under me chuckle softly. I let my hips jerk a little trying to push him in me by thrusting back onto him but Malcolm's hand have me firmly.

I jump softly when a firm wide hand lands a playful smack on my ass. "Ever the eager one aren't you?" he asks, working his hard cock into the tight little space. With so much lube and heat and my body limply begging to be fucked he slips right in and I moan eagerly. He is big. So big. Oh holy shit balls. I close my eyes as he stretches me more than I've ever been stretched before and I feel him stop, somewhere in the back of my mind knowing Malcolm's calm voice is telling him to wait. God it feel's good but it's so much. I haven't often been on the bottom, but even when I have I realized I hadn't gotten a good look at Jon completely hard. He felt so big. I feel myself adjust and let my hips move softly, in and out just a little, the shallow movement pulling a deep groan from the older man behind me. He griped my hips as well, fingers twining with the younger man and the both held me still as I griped the sheets on both sides of Malcolm's head and Jon inched deeper.

I could tell from the exquisite moan that the man behind me let out his head was thrown back. I wish I could see his face as I heard his panting breath and his strangled whisper as his fingers dug into my flesh. "O god damn it Trip…you are tight."

I feel myself make a gruff laugh as I smile and I am surprised by the deep sultry nature of my own voice. "…Your…so…big." I feel the awe in my voice and I feel like he's deeper than I thought possible. I breathe, struggling, and I feel Malcolm's tight body clench around me, reminding me of the wet heat clutching me and driving me crazy. I feel the heat of Jon's hips close to me, almost touching, and I lean forward over the man beneath me so he can let himself be buried balls deep inside me.

I gasp however, hips jerking hard as the shift in movement lines Jon's huge length up with the magic spot inside me again and my mind bursts into a fluid display of light and pleasure and heat and wonder. Jon doesn't hesitate to take the opportunity to change his grip a little and hold me there, just on that angle as he gives me a shallow little thrust. I want to scream his name, but it comes out as an incoherent gurgle. Completely sexy I am sure, but both men give a laugh and suddenly I am doing none of the work.

Malcolm pulls his pillow out, laying his hands flat on the mattress beneath him, lifting up and plunging me into him while Jon holds me tight and still, driving into me with delicious force. He strokes me every time and I can't feel anything but the heat of them, the pleasure of them, both of them. I am surrounded by Malcolm, tight and perfect, watching him enjoying himself beneath me and undoubtedly enjoying the show of Jon and my faces as he sinks into me. He's big. So big I feel like I'll be sore for days but I don't care, I just ask for it harder and he complies, making Malcolm's job void as he drives my hips so hard I sink into the man beneath me and his incredibly large cock drags me out of Mal's tight little ass with each slow torturously stroke.

I feel myself get dizzy with pleasure and I let me eyes close. I am completely lost in sensation. There is a hand or a mouth or something on my nipple but I don't care because I'm lost in a sea of pleasure and wonder and heat and it runs through me driving my breath away. I see color behind my eyelids and suddenly the strokes inside me are speeding up, pumping in earnest now, balls slapping my ass with force and I hear those sexy sounds on Jon's grunts in my ears. He's loosing it. I'm making him loose control and the knowledge starts my fall from grace. Pleasure knifes through me starting in the pit of my stomach and ripping apart my consciousness without mercy. I feel warmth spread over my stomach and the body beneath me clenches. Malcolm. He is milking me as I spill inside me. Oh god yes. Malcolm. He's tight. So tight as he's coming and I open my eyes to watch his expressive face screaming his pleasure spread out beneath me gripping the pillows.

He's so beautiful as his glassy eyes focus behind me and I feel Jon filling me with his come, so hot and fluid I can feel it deep inside me, so deep I imagine I can taste it. I groan and tremble softly at the exhaustion of coming so hard. The feeling of being in someone and having someone inside me taking more from me than I ever imagined. I pant struggling for air as I feel Jon slide out of my ass. I am already sore. Wonderfully sore of course. I watch him try to stand but his rubbery legs betray him and I reach out quickly to catch him as he threatened to tumble to the bed.

Malcolm slips away and we separate with a soft slurp as we both take the weak Captain into our arms and lay him gently between us. He's panting hard, eyes fighting to stay open. He's come for the second time tonight and something tells me, he's never done something quite like that before, certainly he's never slept with two people at once before. He is breathless and mindless and completely boneless. Malcolm lets out a laugh and leans over smacking my ass playfully. "What kind of magic lay are you?"

I laugh and shoot him a teasing smirk. "Why don't you find out for yourself in the morning?"

The dark stormy blue eyes sparkle at me with mischief and promise. We smirk with one another, looking down at the now completely unconscious man between us. Wordlessly we check his scars for ripped open wounds from overexertion, and Malcolm checks his pulse quietly. He nods so I can only conclude that he seems fine.

I look down at myself. I am a mess. There is come splattered across my chest and stomach, dripping down my abs and covering my cock, leaking from my ass. Damn being in the middle is fun. I glance up and catch Malcolm looking at me. His eyes raking over me and committing the image to memory. I know this is something he'll probably describe to Jon to get him hot, as well as my hair, strewn and messy in the 'thoroughly fucked' kind of way. "Better clean off, before you wind me up again and I think I'm too tired for another go tonight…" He whispered his voice rough from moaning and his eyes dark with lust.

I let out a laugh and nod, stumbling up and walking to the bathroom. I peek in Jon's mirror and I have to admit the three of us can produce a lot of fluid. So much so I jump into the shower quickly. It's hot and nice against my flesh and I quickly rinse off the sweat and sticky proof of our encounter. Absently I wonder if that was the one and only time we'll do this.

I step out and dry off quickly, mind working as I grab a clean wash cloth and get it damp in the sink. I wonder back out to see Malcolm face down next to Jon, arm slung over his chest snuggled in. I smiled and slid over to the snoozing pair and gently whipped them down. Jon lay dead to the world as I cleaned him tenderly and Malcolm smiled lazily, turning over so I could wipe his stomach as well as his well treated backside. I smile giving him a soft slap on the ass to let him know I was done and watched him snuggle in.

Now I wasn't sure what to do.

I felt awake and surged with sudden doubt. This was my idea, and I was so confident and it felt so great. I closed my eyes, my legs still feeling like cooked spaghetti and my ass deliciously sore. Maybe I shouldn't worry about it now. I tosses the dirty cloth in the sink and shut off the light. On the way back I grabbed my unfinished beer off the desk and took a long swig from it, staring down and the two beautiful men on the bed. They were so perfect like that. Malcolm's muscular small frame fitting in with Jon's tall wide one. Fit together like puzzle pieces. Two perfectly masculine, sculpted, model like puzzle pieces. I push the thought from my head and grab my underwear from the floor. I pull it on smoothly. For a second I consider getting dressed and leaving, but honestly I don't want to and I couldn't think of a good reason to anymore.

So I move over to Jon's other side and slide in next to him, careful not to jostle him or push on his healing shoulder. I hope I didn't make the wrong choice. I hope I didn't do something to fast and too rash like I always do. I close my eyes quickly. Banishing the thoughts from my head. Shouldn't I have had my doubts before I did this? Before I opened my big fat mouth and got us into this?

Yeah, I know, seemed like such a happy ending but for some reason it just felt so easy and I feel like there is just a bit more to the story than this.

Please R&R,

Thanks- koken