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Resting his forearms against the glass parapet of the balcony Trip could enjoy the view.
Now this is a shore leave, he thought to himself.
The sun was shining brightly, the light green sea was calling out for bathers and, here and there, the white surf would paint a different color on the green expanse. By the shore, white, fine sand was dotted with towels and people enjoying the sun, kids running, and on the large sidewalk by the beach Trip could see people under the shade cast by the large trees.
Not unlike a summer morning back in Florida, Trip mused as he straight up, and walked back inside of the apartment that had been reserved for him.
And it was hot.
Just as hot, if not more, than Florida in the summer.
Stripping off his shirt, he decided he needed a shower. Another one.
It had been by pure chance that they ended up having a shore leave. Only a few days ago Enterprise had detected a Minshara class planet on a star system not a day away, so Jonathan Archer being Jonathan Archer ordered they go there “at warp 3, Travis”.
It was a great surprise to everyone, especially T’Pol, since the planet didn’t show up on the Vulcan Database, that not only it really was Minshara class, it was home to a civilization of some two billion humanoids, highly advanced, and more than a bit hedonistic. The Calai were warp capable, not only that, according to T’Pol’s readings, their warp coils showed indication their vessels could outrun a Surak class ship, but they weren’t prone to deep space exploration. Instead, they chose to spend most of their time on their homeworld, enjoy the warm, tropical climate that dominated most of the planet, and dedicating themselves to living their lives peacefully and enjoying it as much as they could. Which didn’t mean, mind you, that they were xenophobic. Quite the contrary. They were delighted to make first contact with Enterprise, and the Planetary Council promptly extended an invitation for the crew to come down to the planet and enjoy the beaches and culture of their world.
And that’s how Trip ended up here, on this small apartment, on this alien planet. This gorgeous planet. And truth be told, the apartment was very cozy. It was in a small, two story building, in a complex by the shore. It had a small living/dinning room, lavabo, kitchen, a bedroom with a suite, a small laundry room, and two balconies. It really wasn’t big, some might say it a bit cramped, but it sure was cozy.
And Trip loved coziness. He really did.
Exiting the suite, hair still damp, the tossed the towel on the bed, and walked naked to the dressing table to get a fresh pair of underwear and shorts. After getting a dark grey underwear, he decided it was too hot, and since he wasn’t leaving the apartment just yet, settled for just the floral print shorts. Going commando seemed just fine.
He took his padd, with all the installments of Superman he had set aside to reread, and sat down on an armchair by the bed. From here, with the curtains pulled back and the doors to the bedroom's balcony open, he could see the other apartment, not five meters from his balcony. The glass doors to the bedroom were shut, and the curtains closed off any sight into the room. Giving a last glance at the blue skies, with the local equivalent of seagulls flying high, Trip activated his padd and got on reading.
It wasn’t until some time later that Trip had that distinct feeling he wasn’t alone. He looked up from his padd, and found the neighboring apartment’s curtains pulled back, the balcony doors open, but the room otherwise still empty. Trip was about to return his sight to his padd when, coming out of the bathroom, he saw his friend from Enterprise. Before he could even bring himself to shout his name, Malcolm Reed unceremoniously dropped his towel to the floor, turned his back to the balcony, and started searching through some objects that were laying on the bed.
Trip’s mouth remained open from the failed attempt at shouting his friend’s name. His throat was now dry. His heart was beating furiously. His pupils were dilating.
He couldn’t believe his eyes, and yet there he was.
He’d had a crush on Malcolm for months now. He had dreamed of seeing Malcolm like this. Had jerked off to mental images like this one that was playing out in front of him, but had never disclosed his feelings to Malcolm. The guy was heterosexual, and so Trip had to contend himself with sexual fantasies.
Sure, there was decon, and he had a pretty good image of Malcolm’s body from going through the decon cycle with him many times. Sometimes, when he was just too damn horny, decon could be downright torturous. But he’d always made it through. And, in the end, had once again got a peek at Malcolm’s physique. Not to mention edging himself in his quarters afterwards.
But this?!
Never had Trip imagined this scenario playing out. Malcolm was butt naked, not twelve meters from him, gorgeous, muscled back moving slowly as he sorted through the objects, and perfectly rounded buttocks, covered in fine, dark hair, were all visible, like a marble sculpture from the workshop of some Italian renaissance sculptor.
After what seemed like an inordinate amount of time, but had actually been but a moment, Malcolm picked up a bottle, opened it, and poured some moisturizing cream on his hand.
Gawd help me! Trip thought, his heart skipping a beat.
Malcolm slowly, and sensually, started applying the cream on is arms, patiently spreading it until the skin absorbed it, gently pouring some more on his hands, all the while keeping his back to the balcony.
Does he know I’m here? He might get upset if he thinks I was spying on him.
The padd all but forgotten lay still on, Superman the last man Trip was thinking about now. Through the light fabric of his flower print shorts, he could feel his penis becoming erect. The scene right in front of him was too damn erotic to be dismissed, and him being all voyeuristic and such…
And then Malcolm stopped.
Gawd, don’t let him turn and talk to me! I really can’t get up now!
But Malcolm didn’t turn. Not entirely, that is.
He turned just enough so that his left side was turned towards the balcony, towards Trip, and Trip could almost make out the shape of Malcolm’s… And then Malcolm moved his hips to his right, and the shape was gone.
Placing his left foot on the mattress, Malcolm started applying the cream to his leg. Gently brushing his dark hair, massaging his muscled thighs, carefully moisturizing… And Trip was fully hard now, penis leaking precum, staining his shorts.
Carefully, with as little movement as possible, but steadily and resolutely, Trip started stroking his penis. Seeing Malcolm like that, all naked, exposed, in an intimate, personal moment was driving Trip crazy. He could be caught now, he wouldn’t mind. Watching the man he had a crush on for so long, that he secretly desired so much, in front of him, just as he always wanted him to, was enough to throw all of Trip’s inhibitions and fears out of the window.
Not content with the light fabric in his way, Trip slipped a hand underneath the shorts just as Malcolm changed his position and started working on his other leg.
Trip’s penis felt good in his hand, better than it had ever felt, throbbing as Trip’s fingers deftly stroked the glans and the frenulum, and more and more precum oozed out of it’s tip.
Trip was excited. Too excited.
His nipples were hard, red nubs against his white skin. He gave one of his nipples a pinch, and the pleasure was magnified threefold. His vision was a bit blurry, no doubt from all the desire and adrenaline rushing through his bloodstream, and God what a view it was!
The play of his shoulder blades, those legs covered in dark hair, his gorgeous neck…
Son of a… Trip started whispering under his breath, as the stimuli was a bit too much, and got himself under control just in time. He focused his eyes down, to his shorts, for just a brief second.
“Everything alright?”
The question had Trip’s eyes shooting up and focusing on a Malcolm Reed, a very naked, full frontal nude Malcolm Reed, staring back at him, still standing by the bed, half hard, a stream of precum dangling from his penis and glistening in the sunlight that entered the room through the balcony doors.
Trip was dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe. This wasn’t happening. It had to be an illusion. An airborne agent, something he ate, or perhaps he had cum so hard he was delusional. Then he was snapped out of his thoughts.
“Are you going to just watch, or do something about it, Commander?”