Trip and Malcolm arrived for breakfast a few minutes early. Jon smiled as he knew it was Malcolm's insistence that they not only be on time, but early. As they sat and ate, Jon asked the question that got Malcolm's heart pounding. "Did the two of you spend the night together?"
"Yes sir, we did." Trip smirked as he looked at Malcolm.
"Did you fuck?"
"Yes sir. It was very satisfying." Trip responded while Malcolm shifted uncomfortably and tried very hard to remember to breathe. He was starting to get worried if this wasn't some sort of elaborate set up to give Jon an excuse to justify transferring him off the ship...or worse.
"Good. I'm glad my boys are enjoying themselves with each other."
Trip took another nibble of his breakfast then set his napkin beside his plate. "If I may be excused sir, I have a lot of work to do in engineering today."
Jon looked at Trip's plate and scowled. "Eat more Trip. You need your energy."
"But sir..."
"Trip. Why do we always have to go though this? Eat more."
Trip let out an exasperated breath. "Yes sir." He picked up his fork and quickly shoved the rest of his breakfast in his mouth. When his plate was empty he looked down. "May I be excused now, sir?"
"You may. Malcolm, you stay."
"Yes sir." Malcolm quietly replied as he watched Trip get up and head for the door.
After Trip left the room, Jon turned towards Malcolm. "Malcolm, look at me." Malcolm turned his eyes up at Jon as he continued. "Trip has a bad habit of not eating. One would think he's not vain, but he is. He always thinks he's gaining weight that he's not. His sir needs to keep a close eye on him and make sure that he eats. That's why I always have him with me for at least two meals. Now that I have you with him at lunch, I need for you to remind him that I would be displeased should he neglect eating properly."
"Yes sir. I will remind him. Sir...if I may be so bold?"
"Go ahead."
"I never noticed that Trip had any signs of an eating disorder, in fact, it seems he eats regularly and even takes in snacks throughout the day."
Jon shook his head while smiling. "Pay more attention to him at mealtime, you'll notice. He might snack some during the day, but it's still not enough. Tell you a story. During our training on Mars, he collapsed in the middle of an obstacle course. At first, everyone thought it was exhaustion. Later I found out it was because he hadn't eaten in two days, other than a nibble here or there. He's very good at hiding his lack of food intake."
Jon reached over and unfolded Trip's napkin to reveal a large portion of the breakfast that, what appeared he had shoveled into his mouth in reality, he had discarded it into his napkin.
Malcolm looked at the discarded food as his heart sank. "Yes sir. I'll keep a close eye on him."
"Good. See you on the bridge, love." He got up and gave Malcolm a small kiss before leaving.
Malcolm sat and looked at the food-filled napkin, trying to remember all the times he'd had meals with his Commander over the years. It occurred to him that he'd never seen Trip take more than a few bites of the food in front if him. Except catfish. When presented with catfish, Trip would eat every crumb, and sometimes Malcolm would wonder if he would even try to eat the plate it was served on.
Malcolm made up his mind then and there, he would not allow his Commander, his lover, starve himself, even if that meant he'd have to give Trip a spanking himself. Malcolm got a slight smirk as the thought of giving his new lover a spanking sent a thrill through him.
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Malcolm sat with Trip at lunch and watched as he took a small bite of his sandwich. "Trip, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah...of course."
"How did this whole thing with you and the Captain start?"
"You mean the sub/dom thing?"
"Yeah."
Trip thought for a moment. "I guess I always did like it a little rough, but I didn't really get into, or know about being a submissive until Singapore. Truth is, I don't think sir got into the dominant thing until then either. We hadn't been dating long when we went on vacation to Singapore. Well, we had been doing a lot of drinking and...uh...other things that Starfleet wouldn't approve of when it happened."
Malcolm chuckled a little. "Other things? You mean like drugs?"
"Yeah. Little secret. Jon isn't as straight-laced as he likes people to think he is. Anyway, I guess I was acting a little bit of a jackass and before either of us knew it, he grabbed me, turned me over his knee and gave me a good whack. Strange thing is, I kinda got a thrill from it. I guess he got a thrill too because he slipped my pants down just below my butt and gave me another whack. Next thing I know...we was fucking so hot and heavy, I swear we coulda started an earthquake. It just sorta took off from there."
"So you accidentally started this thing?"
"Yeah...I guess so. What about you? Don't tell me that last night you didn't think that was the hottest fuck you've ever had in your life." Trip picked up a chip and popped it into his mouth.
"It was pretty hot, I'll admit that. And I have to admit...I am curious about how far things might go."
"Trust me...you thought last night was intense. You ain't seen nothing yet."
"Is it always about pain, punishment, and torture?"
"No. He can torture with softness and gentleness too. Sir has ways to make you explode without even touching you. Now that's intense!"
"I'm still a little confused. Why has he brought me into this with you?"
Trip shrugged. "I don't know, you'll have to ask sir. I'm a little confused about it too."
"The two of you didn't talk about this first?"
"No. I didn't know he had thought about you like that until last night."
"Has he ever brought in a third person before?"
"Sure, we've had three-somes before, but...uh...just a one night thing. I was surprised when sir said that he intends to make both of us his."
Malcolm glanced around the mess hall. "Trip, have you noticed any strange looks today?"
"That? Yeah, I noticed. Seems like word is getting around that you're screwing with the Captain's man. Wouldn't surprise me if there's a pool going on as to when and how the Captain is going to kill you."
They both chuckled. "If they only knew." Malcolm said.
"Yeah...really want to screw with them?" Trip gave him a devilish look then leaned in and gave Malcolm a quick kiss on the lips. They heard a few hushed gasps and some whispering as they delighted in giving everyone a collective heart attack.
"Well...I need to get back to work. See you at dinner."
Malcolm looked at Trip's plate. A small bite from his sandwich and a chip. "Trip. Eat more before you go back to work."
"I'm not really that hungry. I had a snack about an hour ago and I guess I spoiled my appetite."
Malcolm raised an eyebrow and had a stern sound to his voice. "Trip. Eat."
"What? You too? Between the two of you I'm gonna get so fat. I told you I already ate."
"Do I need to tell sir that you didn't eat your lunch? I don't think he'll appreciate you wasting food like this."
"Fine." Trip huffed and took a large bite of his sandwich.
"And don't spit it out in your napkin. I'm watching you."
After lunch, Jon summoned Malcolm to his ready room. "Did Trip eat his lunch?"
Malcolm kept his eyes to the floor. "Not all of it sir. He ate a little over half of his sandwich and a handful of his chips. I made sure he didn't spit any of it out, so he actually ate it."
Jon sighed in relief. "Well...that's better than what I would have been able to do. Thank you Malcolm."
"Sir? May I ask a question?"
"Yes, of course."
"Have you brought me into this relationship to help you keep an eye on Trip's eating habits?"
Jon stood up and walked around his desk to stand in front of Malcolm. He lifted his face up towards him. "Malcolm, look at me. I want you to know, I have been attracted to you for a while now, and I see the way Trip looks at you. I do love Trip very much, and I know he loves me, neither one of us would do anything to screw up what we have. Bringing you into our relationship, this way we can both have you without messing up what he and I have. I'll admit, there are other reasons I have for bringing you in with us, but we'll discuss those other reasons as time goes on."
"Yes sir. I think I'm starting to understand. If I may be candid? I have to admit to my own attraction...for both of you."
Jon leaned in and gave Malcolm a deep, passionate kiss, pulling at his hips pressing his hardness against the smaller man and let out a soft groan as he felt a hardness in return. "Oh God Malcolm. Oh God I want to bend you over my desk right now."
"Yes sir. That would be so delightful right now." Malcolm huffed out. He slid his hand down to Jon's hard cock and gave a squeeze.
Jon moaned at the touch, grinding his hips against Malcolm. He sucked in a quick breath and gently pushed Malcolm away. "Get control of yourself, Lieutenant, then report back to your station."
Malcolm took in a few cleansing breaths as he thought about things to make his raging hard on go away. How the hell does he just turn it off so quickly like that? He wondered to himself.
Malcolm was at his station less than five minutes when he was shocked by the message that popped up on his computer: Go to engineering. Take Trip into his office and do whatever you please to him. Make sure you're both quiet.
Malcolm bit his lower lip then addressed T'Pol who was sitting at the Captain's chair. "Uh. I have something I need to take care of. I need to leave the bridge for a while."
T'Pol cocked an eyebrow at him. "Lieutenant? What is so urgent that you need to be relieved from your bridge duty?"
Malcolm had to think fast. "I need to check and test a few security protocols. A surprise drill for my team."
"I wasn't aware that you had scheduled a drill for your team."
"If I scheduled it, and told everyone about it, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?"
She couldn't argue the logic behind the statement and inclined her head. "You are relieved, Lieutenant. I will inform the Captain."
"No need for that. The Captain already knows. In fact, he's the only one that knew about this surprise drill."
"I see. Carry on."
Malcolm entered engineering and spotted Trip. He grabbed Trip by the arm. "Come with me to your office."
"I'm kinda busy at the moment, Mal."
"Is it critical? Something you can't walk away from?"
Trip shrugged. "Nothing I can't walk away from. What's going on?"
"Sir sent me."
Trip glanced up to one of the security cameras. "He's watching us then. Ok...let's go."
As they got in Trip's office, Malcolm locked the door and set the office comm chime to 'meeting' so they wouldn't be disturbed, then he turned Trip to face him. "Sir said to be quiet. On your knees."
Trip dropped to his knees as Malcolm unzipped his pants. He pulled Malcolm into his mouth, sucking on him while squeezing and fondling his balls as Malcolm let out hushed moans, quietly whispering. "Oh God Trip. You suck so good. Shit keep that up and I'm going to come all over your face."
Trip drew out a single, long, hard suck along Malcolm's twitching member before releasing it with a slight pop. "Is that what you would like? To come on my face...sir?"
Malcolm's eyes popped and his heart fluttered at being called "sir." "No. Pull your pants down and bend over the desk."
"Yes sir."
Malcolm stuck two of his fingers into Trip's mouth to get them wet. He slowly glided his fingers into Trip's tight pucker, working his ass as Trip writhed and bucked against him. Malcolm had to remind him more than once to be quiet.
Trip was ready and relaxed as he quietly moaned out. "Please sir. Please may I have your cock."
Malcolm pulled his fingers from Trip and replaced them with his throbbing cock. As he entered Trip, he reached around to cover his mouth to keep Trip from getting too loud, with his free hand, stroking on Trip's hardness.
As Malcolm continued with his hard thrusts in and out of Trip, he could hear Trip's hard breaths through his nose and low, muffled groans through the hand covering his mouth. Trip kept his hands flat on the desk to brace himself and keep the desk from moving too much making noise.
Malcolm felt Trip's muscles tighten around him and knew he was close. He saw a work towel on the desk and quickly grabbed it, covering Trip just as he was coming, preventing the mess on the desk. Malcolm collapsed onto Trip's back as his own huffed orgasm released inside of the bent over man.
They breathed and panted hard for a few moments against each other before moving to get their clothes straightened. Trip turned and pressed against Malcolm. "That was wonderful sir. Thank you." He gave Malcolm a deep kiss.
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Jon sat in his ready room and watched the security monitor as Malcolm approached Trip in engineering. There was no sound, but by the way Trip glanced up at the camera, he knew that Malcolm had told Trip that he was sent.
He switched to the camera of the interior office and noted that Malcolm was thoughtful to lock the door and activate the do not disturb signal. He watched as Trip immediately followed instruction, dropping to his knees and began sucking on Malcolm's exposed member.
Jon felt his own arousal and pulled himself from his pants, slowly stroking as he smiled at his boys enjoying each other. Jon's breath caught when he saw Trip look up and speak to Malcolm. He had known Trip long enough to be able to read his lips. He just called Malcolm "SIR!"
Jon tightened his grip and stroked a little faster when a second and third "sir" came upon his lips. In his own way, Trip knew he was giving a show for him, but yet submitting to Malcolm. He found this thrilling and his speed increased as he watched Malcolm thrusting hard into Trip, keeping his mouth covered to keep him quiet.
He hadn't had Malcolm yet, and thought about how big he was considering his compact height in comparison to him and Trip and yearned to have that big firecracker explode inside of him.
Jon let out a groan as his thick liquid splashed out from him, shooting part of it onto his desk and the rest to the floor. "Well damnit. Should have had a towel." He chuckled as he watched Malcolm toss the sullied work towel from Trip's desk into the wastebasket.