"Shaken, Not Stirred"

ENT: Tucker/Reed; Rated PG-13




It was movie night. Trip got there late and took a seat in the back row next to Malcolm. The armory officer had a big container of popcorn on his lap. After a few minutes of watching the movie, Trip wondered who had chosen it; that Bond fellow certainly seemed to be getting a lot of action. A _lot_. Trip squirmed in his seat and looked to see if Malcolm was affected, too. He stared in near-rapture at the sight of Malcolm placing pieces of popcorn in his mouth, and slowly licking his fingers after every bite. If he hadn't been transfixed by the car chase on the screen, Trip would have thought he was doing it on purpose.

Malcolm caught him staring. "Whatís wrong?"

Trip gulped. "Do you want the socially acceptable answer or the truth?"

"The truth."

"I havenít had sex in a very long time, and youíre really turning me on."

"Oh." After a few seconds, Malcolm moved the popcorn, revealing the bulge in his pants. "Well... do you want to do something about it?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. My quarters or yours?"

"Mine are closer." Trip stood up and adjusted himself. He added, "And bring the popcorn."



Copyright January 2004 by Cait N.


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