Drabble for padfootthegrim NC-17 (Trip/Malcolm)
Title: Bed + Honey = Nom!
Word Count: 668
Rating: VNC-017 (NC-17)
A/N: Drabble for padfootthegrim Who requested: Trip/Malcolm, not too show related because I've been deficient on actually watching the show *blushes* and how about... bed + honey.
“I don’t see the point in this!” Malcolm complained.
“It was your idea,” Trip countered from his bed. “Let go to the spa, that way we’ll be fresh for the women tonight,” he mocked.
“Yeah, well I didn’t know they were going to slather honey on us and leave us to marinate for an hour. What the hell is honey supposed to do?”
Trip looked at the poster on the wall and chuckled. “Looks like it’s supposed to give us a golden glow.”
“Yeah well fuck it, women aren’t worth this much trouble.”
“Really?” Trip asked and sat up.
“Yeah. I’m ready to wash this shit off,” Malcolm told him.
Trip smirked at him.
“What?” Malcolm asked.
“I like Honey,” Trip told him, huskily.
“Smeared all over your body?”
“No, but I like it smeared all over you,” he said as he got off his bed and moved over to Malcolm’s.
“What?” Malcolm asked, shocked.
Malcolm started to sit up, but Trip pushed him back down. He hopped up onto the bed and straddled Malcolm’s hips. He leaned down, and Malcolm lifted his face as if expecting a kiss, but Trip passed his mouth and ran his tongue up Malcolm’s breast bone.
Malcolm shuddered. “Damn, Trip,” He whispered.
Trip moved his mouth a bit to the left and laved his tongue over one sticky nipple before closing his lips around it and sucking hard.
“Fuck,” Malcolm gasped and put his hand on the back of Trip’s head, rubbing the sandy colored hair. “Ahh, don’t stop.”
Once Trip stopped tasting the honey, he moved over to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, Malcolm moaning and gasping the entire time. Then Trip focused his attention on little patches of Malcolm’s stomach, removing the sweet stickiness as he went. Malcolm practically had an orgasm as Trip fucked his belly button with his tongue. “Ah, Trip… fuck! Feels so… good.”
But Trip didn’t want him to come from that, so he moved down further. Malcolm gasped and jerked his hips when Trip took his cock into his mouth.
It’d been women that had rubbed the honey on them, and the honey had gone everywhere, except the especially hairy places. Trip thought that the only thing that had saved the two of them had been the fact that the woman weren’t Orion Slave Girls. They had been tinted slightly purple, and while their bodies had been beautiful, it was the four eyes on their faces that had kept Trip’s dick from getting hard as they smeared the honey over it. But even worse than that was the fact that each eye had blinked independently of the others.
Neither man was having any issues with getting hard now, however. Malcolm was stiff as a post as he slid further and further into Trip’s mouth. Trip moaned and took Malcolm in even deeper, he swallowed around the head and smiled at Malcolm’s pleasured grunt.
“Oh, Trip. That’s amazing, you’re great… don’t stop.
Trip moved his head up and down, stripping every last bit of the sticky goodness off of Malcolm’s cock. He paid extra attention to the head, making sure to clean under the rim and the slit with his tongue and occasional light grazes with his teeth.
He moved off of Malcolm’s cock and went to his balls, licking and sucking at the honey there and making growling yummy noises, Malcolm echoing each noise Trip made.
Malcolm almost screamed when Trip ran his tongue up the crease between Malcolm’s balls and his leg. “Jesus, Trip. That’s… I didn’t even… know you… liked men.”
Trip could tell that Malcolm was getting close, so he moved back to his cock. He wanted to taste him, feel him come into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked hard.
The purple four eyed women opened the door just as Malcolm was shouting out a string of curses that sounded magnificent in his accent, and coming against the back of Trip’s throat.
The End