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disturbinglynic) wrote2010-05-06 07:38 pm
disturbinglynic) wrote2010-05-06 07:38 pm
Fic: The Fabric of Our Enterprise
Title: The Fabric of Our Enterprise
Fandom: Star Trek ENT
Pairing: Archer/Tucker
Rating: PG
Word Count: 942
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Jon and Trip discover something in the decon chamber.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Dedicated to the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrsvc for oh so many reasons ♥
First Archer/Tucker fic.
Thanks toearenwe for the awesome crack title :)
He couldn’t believe he was in here again. He could, however, believe he was in here again because of Trip. In fact, Trip spent more time in here than anyone else on the ship.
The decon chamber. Who knows, maybe Trip liked rubbing various gels on himself while in that regulation blue underwear. Hell, people had stranger kinks than that. He wished he hadn’t thought that. He really didn’t want to be thinking about Trip’s kinks. Jon groaned.
“What’s the matter Cap’n?” Jon turned around and saw Trip standing there in nothing but that blue underwear, rubbing some gel onto himself. He didn’t know which gel. He’d given up trying to remember them some time ago. That was what Dr. Phlox was for.
“I was just thinking about the fact that I am stuck in here with you. Yet again.” Trip just grinned at him. That stupidly endearing grin that always made Jon give in to whatever crazy scheme Trip had come up with.
That grin had never had this kind of effect on him though. Whatever this was. Maybe all of the trips to the decon chamber with Trip were messing with his brain. Huh. Maybe that was it, except, it would seem they were having an effect on a certain part of his anatomy. That was new.
He was a little embarrassed to face Trip now with his growing arousal. He really shouldn’t be though. Trip was always aroused in this damn thing. At least, he always had been when they were in here together, just the two of them. Actually, anytime there had been anyone else in there with them, Trip had not been aroused. How could he only be noticing this now?
Jon didn’t know what to think, but then Trip cleared his throat. Shit. He had been staring at Trip.
“Ready to help me with my back, Cap’n?”
Trip smirked at him as he handed him the jar of gel. Jon took it, not really quite sure as to what was going on. He smothered the gel over Trip’s back as quickly as he possibly could, wanting nothing more than to get out of here and get to his quarters. When he was done, Trip turned around.
“Your turn now, Cap’n.” Damn. He had forgotten about that. Trip just continued smirking at him with a look like playfulness in his eyes. Well, it was more like a combination of playfulness and lust.
Jon shivered, but turned around, offering his back to Trip. Trip took his time, making sure to massage each and every muscle as he rubbed the gel on. Jon had to suppress multiple groans, and by the time Trip was done, Jon was fully aroused. He felt the puff of warm breath on his neck before he heard the whisper.
“Anything else I can do for you, Captain?” Jon trembled with the effort of suppressing a shudder and not turning around to just devour Trip. He’d never once heard Trip say the word captain like that. It took all of the willpower he could muster to shake his head no. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He needed to think.
He heard Trip leave, and waited a few minutes before he followed. He really needed to get to his quarters and see if he could figure out what the hell was going on.
****************
Three weeks had passed since the incident in the decon chamber. Three weeks of the usual business. Three weeks of pretending that nothing had happened, that everything was as it should be. Three weeks of not being able to think about anything except what happened, and still no closer to figuring anything out. Three weeks - and now he was in that damn decon chamber again with Trip, and he had no idea what he was going to do.
Trip wordlessly handed him the jar of some gel that was definitely different than the one they used the last time. This one smelled a hell of a lot better. Trip turned around and Jon started spreading the gel onto his back, slower than the last time he did it, but not quite as slow as Trip had done.
When Trip turned back around to take the jar from him, he noticed that there was no smirk, no smile, and no playful attitude. There was nothing. Jon felt something twist inside of him. He needed to fix this, and deep down, he had known how this would wind up, he had known that this was what he wanted. There was no use denying that now.
When Trip had finished with his back, Jon heard him start to walk off. It was now or never. He turned and grabbed Trip’s arm, pulling him into an embrace. He kissed Trip, hoping he wasn’t too late. Trip didn’t respond, and Jon could feel the tension in the body that he held. He wasn’t ready to give up yet though.
He licked at Trip’s lips, seeing entrance, while allowing his hands to roam freely along Trip’s back. Finally, Trip melted into the embrace, parting his lips to allow their tongues to meet, to explore.
When they finally pulled apart and had gotten their breathing under control, Jon spoke.
“Meet me in my quarters?” he asked. Trip nodded and smiled at him. Jon walked past him to leave the decon chamber, and was almost to the door when Trip called out.
“What made you change your mind?” Jon turned to face Trip.
“You look way too good in that blue underwear.” Jon turned back around and exited the decon chamber to the sound of Trip’s laughter.
Fandom: Star Trek ENT
Pairing: Archer/Tucker
Rating: PG
Word Count: 942
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Jon and Trip discover something in the decon chamber.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Dedicated to the wonderful
mrsvc for oh so many reasons ♥First Archer/Tucker fic.
Thanks to
earenwe for the awesome crack title :) He couldn’t believe he was in here again. He could, however, believe he was in here again because of Trip. In fact, Trip spent more time in here than anyone else on the ship.
The decon chamber. Who knows, maybe Trip liked rubbing various gels on himself while in that regulation blue underwear. Hell, people had stranger kinks than that. He wished he hadn’t thought that. He really didn’t want to be thinking about Trip’s kinks. Jon groaned.
“What’s the matter Cap’n?” Jon turned around and saw Trip standing there in nothing but that blue underwear, rubbing some gel onto himself. He didn’t know which gel. He’d given up trying to remember them some time ago. That was what Dr. Phlox was for.
“I was just thinking about the fact that I am stuck in here with you. Yet again.” Trip just grinned at him. That stupidly endearing grin that always made Jon give in to whatever crazy scheme Trip had come up with.
That grin had never had this kind of effect on him though. Whatever this was. Maybe all of the trips to the decon chamber with Trip were messing with his brain. Huh. Maybe that was it, except, it would seem they were having an effect on a certain part of his anatomy. That was new.
He was a little embarrassed to face Trip now with his growing arousal. He really shouldn’t be though. Trip was always aroused in this damn thing. At least, he always had been when they were in here together, just the two of them. Actually, anytime there had been anyone else in there with them, Trip had not been aroused. How could he only be noticing this now?
Jon didn’t know what to think, but then Trip cleared his throat. Shit. He had been staring at Trip.
“Ready to help me with my back, Cap’n?”
Trip smirked at him as he handed him the jar of gel. Jon took it, not really quite sure as to what was going on. He smothered the gel over Trip’s back as quickly as he possibly could, wanting nothing more than to get out of here and get to his quarters. When he was done, Trip turned around.
“Your turn now, Cap’n.” Damn. He had forgotten about that. Trip just continued smirking at him with a look like playfulness in his eyes. Well, it was more like a combination of playfulness and lust.
Jon shivered, but turned around, offering his back to Trip. Trip took his time, making sure to massage each and every muscle as he rubbed the gel on. Jon had to suppress multiple groans, and by the time Trip was done, Jon was fully aroused. He felt the puff of warm breath on his neck before he heard the whisper.
“Anything else I can do for you, Captain?” Jon trembled with the effort of suppressing a shudder and not turning around to just devour Trip. He’d never once heard Trip say the word captain like that. It took all of the willpower he could muster to shake his head no. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He needed to think.
He heard Trip leave, and waited a few minutes before he followed. He really needed to get to his quarters and see if he could figure out what the hell was going on.
****************
Three weeks had passed since the incident in the decon chamber. Three weeks of the usual business. Three weeks of pretending that nothing had happened, that everything was as it should be. Three weeks of not being able to think about anything except what happened, and still no closer to figuring anything out. Three weeks - and now he was in that damn decon chamber again with Trip, and he had no idea what he was going to do.
Trip wordlessly handed him the jar of some gel that was definitely different than the one they used the last time. This one smelled a hell of a lot better. Trip turned around and Jon started spreading the gel onto his back, slower than the last time he did it, but not quite as slow as Trip had done.
When Trip turned back around to take the jar from him, he noticed that there was no smirk, no smile, and no playful attitude. There was nothing. Jon felt something twist inside of him. He needed to fix this, and deep down, he had known how this would wind up, he had known that this was what he wanted. There was no use denying that now.
When Trip had finished with his back, Jon heard him start to walk off. It was now or never. He turned and grabbed Trip’s arm, pulling him into an embrace. He kissed Trip, hoping he wasn’t too late. Trip didn’t respond, and Jon could feel the tension in the body that he held. He wasn’t ready to give up yet though.
He licked at Trip’s lips, seeing entrance, while allowing his hands to roam freely along Trip’s back. Finally, Trip melted into the embrace, parting his lips to allow their tongues to meet, to explore.
When they finally pulled apart and had gotten their breathing under control, Jon spoke.
“Meet me in my quarters?” he asked. Trip nodded and smiled at him. Jon walked past him to leave the decon chamber, and was almost to the door when Trip called out.
“What made you change your mind?” Jon turned to face Trip.
“You look way too good in that blue underwear.” Jon turned back around and exited the decon chamber to the sound of Trip’s laughter.