Star Trek Imagines (Character x Character)

Ent. Malcolm x Trip - Caught [NSFW]

A/N: This involves masturbation. Please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable

Malcolm couldn't sleep. Not when he and the rest of the crew were crammed into the warp nacelles like sardines. Not when their visitors were still awake, chatting away. So he decided to wander. Although there weren't many places to go, so he ended up just pacing back and forth quietly.

As he neared the makeshift command room, he heard soft grunts. His brow furrowed. Trip was supposed to be on duty in there, watching the readings and making sure everything was running smoothly. T'Pol and Archer, who did have their beds set up in there, weren't sleeping at that hour, so Malcolm knew that Trip was alone in there.

"Fuck," Trip said from inside.

Malcolm went inside. "Commander, are you al—" he cut himself off quickly when he realized what was going on. His eyes widened and he felt heat rushing to his cheeks.

There Trip was, sitting at the commands, his jumpsuit pulled down to his waist. His hand was inside of his jumpsuit, grasping his hard cock within.

"Jesus," Trip exclaimed, pulling his hand out. "Ever heard of knocking?"

Malcolm looked away quickly. "Ever heard of not... doing that in a place that someone could walk into?"

Trip adjusted himself awkwardly. "Can you blame me? Tension is high, I was alone..."

"I could see that," Malcolm replied.

Trip cleared his throat. "I'm uh, sorry you had to see that."

Malcolm managed to glance at him. "Next time, maybe put a sock on the door."

Trip's lips twitched up into a small smile. "I'll keep that in mind."

Malcolm didn't want to look, but he couldn't stop his gaze from moving down to Trip's obvious tent in his pants. Or maybe he did want to look. Maybe seeing Trip pleasuring himself was actually the hottest thing Malcolm had ever seen.

"Care to join me?" Trip asked after a few moments of Malcolm staring.

"W-what?" Malcolm asked, quickly averting his gaze.

Trip stood up and moved towards him. "Come on, Malcolm, I can't be the only one who's felt the tension between us."

"Tension, yes, but—"

"But what?" Trip challenged. "You just stare at every man's erection?"

Malcolm's cheeks deepened in colour. He clenched his jaw. "No, I didn't mean to—I'm sorry for intruding, I'll go."

"You can stay if you want to," Trip said with a shrug. "Or I'll finish myself off. It's up to you."

Malcolm looked at the southern man. No matter how hard he tried to push away his questioning feelings, Malcolm always found them resurfacing. Now more than ever. He turned away towards the door. He reached his hand up to the opening mechanism, and pressed lock instead.