This was written in response to a request by loves_sg1
Hayes looked at Reed, skin glistening with sweat, body taut and sleek, movements graceful, poised as if ready to pounce. Then Reed did pounce, Hayes groaning as his aching erection was surrounded by wet heat and suction. He watched the naked body between his spread thighs move with flexibility and stamina. He stared as toned muscles flexed and relaxed and the younger man moved sinuously. The movements on his shaft increased and Hayes panted as he felt himself hurtle towards completion. With a moan, and Malcolm's name on his lips, Hayes came hard, shuddering through his climax.
As his body relaxed, he gave a sound of impatient malcontent. As much as Malcolm Reed featured in every one of Jay's increasingly lurid fantasies, he was still to experience the reality of the younger man in his arms or in his bed. He cleansed himself perfunctorily with the nearby towel. He was certain that the attraction he felt for Malcolm was returned even though neither gave any obvious signs of desire. He was equally sure that it was not just lust that fuelled him. Slowly but surely grudging respect had become abiding admiration. Concern for a fellow officer had become brotherly affection and, somewhere, somehow, Jay knew it had become more.
He was due to board 'Enterprise' the next day. He knew he had to face Malcolm. If he was wrong about the younger man, then so be it. However, the older man was quite certain he was right.
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Hayes stared entranced as a bare-chested Reed performed a series of manoeuvres that caused the revealed muscles to ripple with power. Hayes could feel himself harden and licked his now dry lips. He envied each drop of sweat that clung to the body he desired. If he had his wish, he would throw Reed to the floor, tear off the sweat-pants and lick every millimetre of skin. Suddenly aware of Reed's questioning gaze, Hayes, squared his shoulders and moved forward.
Hayes had prepared a speech but as he came close to the younger man the words seemed to evaporate from his mind from the heat of the half-naked body. He inhaled deeply, scenting Malcolm. He took another step closer, his eyes devouring the younger man, oblivious to anything other than the ever-growing hunger he felt.
"Hayes..." Reed began but the rest of his words were lost when the older man's mouth closed over his. His gasp allowed an agile tongue to delve inside as strong arms pulled him to a powerful chest.
For a few seconds, Hayes was in paradise as he held Reed's body and plundered his mouth. Then he gave a grunt of shock and pain as Reed's foot stamped down hard on his and he was roughly shoved away.
"How dare you molest me in that way," Reed blazed, eyes glittering angrily.
"Molest you?" Hayes retorted, equally angrily. He had felt Reed relax into his kiss before he had been pushed away. "You wanted it."
"I. Did. Not." Reed emphasised each word, taking another step away.
The movement caused Hayes' eyes to drop lower and he growled as he saw the bulge at Reed's groin. The younger man wanted him every bit as Hayes wanted Reed. He had no intention of letting his prey elude him now.
"Your lips say one thing, but your body betrays you, Reed," Hayes rasped. The only reply was a shake of Reed's head as another step backwards was taken. "You want me," Hayes continued. He took two swift steps forward to keep Malcolm close.
The attempted push was anticipated and easily blocked, but before he could register what was happening, they were caught up in a repetition of their first fight. Then Hayes had been motivated by the desire to prove he was the better man, now as they circled, lunged and parried, he was determined to make Reed confess his desire.
Finally they tumbled to the floor, Hayes using every trick he knew to defeat the younger man. He grinned victoriously as he sat astride Reed's hips, grinding his erection into matching hardness.
"I told you," he panted. "You want me."
"Please, stop."
The raw sound permeated Hayes primal lust-haze and he looked down at the restrained body beneath him. Reed was crying, silent tears glinted on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Hayes said instantly contrite. Tears were the last thing he had expected. "I'm sorry," he repeated.
"Why?" Reed husked, forcing the word from a throat constricted by unshed tears.
"Because I believed you felt the same as I did. I'm trained to see and read even subliminal body language. I thought that perhaps I had hidden my desire for you too well. I hoped that once I was willing to show I wanted you, you would stop trying to hide your desire for me. Was I so wrong?" Hayes asked on an anguished whisper.
"You know I was an Eagle Scout?" Reed asked.
Hayes nodded, not understanding the reason for the question, but wanting Malcolm to explain in his own way.
"Twenty eight medals," Reed added bitterly. "Never a word of praise from my father, not one. I couldn't go to sea. I ...couldn't. So I joined Starfleet. He made his disappointment in me quite clear and I've never been able to get any commendation from him despite all I've done and achieved. His other expectation was an heir, a male heir to carry on the name and tradition. So I...I tried. I tried to find a woman that I felt something more than friendship for. I tried to subdue, subjugate to ignore every instinct that drove me to look at a man. I've never...never even kissed a man till now. Until you. I can't, won't, be a buddyfuck."
The last of the words were a barely there whisper and Hayes felt a mix of sorrow and anger flow through him. Yet despite the fact that Malcolm could now have effortlessly flipped him from astride his body, the younger man remained unmoving beneath him. It gave Hayes one last hope. He looked down, but Malcolm's face was averted.
"Look at me, Malcolm," he said. When they were looking each other in the eye, Hayes spoke again. "If I were looking for an itch to be scratched or a quick, unemotional fuck, there are people I could go to. I'm looking for more than that. I thought we could have more than that. I was willing to come and lay myself bare to you because I want the emotional tie. It was never my intention to hurt you Malcolm. So here's what's going to happen. I'm going back to my cabin and you are going to yours. I will not approach you again or mention what has passed between us. If you want me, come to me, otherwise we stay just friends. The choice is yours. I won't put myself in a battle with your father for your affection. But if you give yourself to me, I will fight with everything I am and all that I have to keep you, to care for you and to show you how special, and how loved, you are."
With a fluid movement, Hayes had them standing. His hands rested lightly on Malcolm's shoulders. His thumbs rubbed softly in a gesture that was intimate yet casual, possessive yet unrestrictive.
"Hayes," Malcolm began, then stopped, unsure what to say. He opted for letting actions speak. He leant forward, letting his lips brush those of the older man. When Hayes did not move, Reed boldly stepped forward, ignoring the tremors coursing through him as he wrapped his arms around powerful shoulders and kissed harder. A sound of pained-pleasure escaped him as his tongue pushed into Hayes mouth. As they parted, gasping lightly, Hayes stepped away from him.
"I want you have thought with this," Hayes smiled, tapping Reed's temple. "And with this," he added, laying his hand over Malcolm's heart. "If I have you, it's not a one-time thing for me. I have had those and could continue to have them aplenty. I want loyalty, fidelity, I want love." He pressed a brief kiss to Malcolm's kiss-swollen lips and, turning sharply on his heel, marched from the gym. He did not look back, using every ounce of his self-control to resist the desire to turn and the screams of denial from his heart. The decision had to be Malcolm's. There was no more he could do.
