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The door slammed maybe a bit to loudly as Kirk entered the dorm space he had been sharing with one Malcolm Reed for the better part of a year. Out of deeply ingrained habit he slipped out of his shoes by the door and kicked them to the side, coming around the partition into the main living space. The zipper of of his uniform went down next, casually tossing it onto his bed, though it hung off the side like a distressed damsel.

Naked from the waist up he threw open the doors to his closet, humming some song or another under his breath as he flicking through the various shirts he owned that were nice enough to require hangars. Was it going to be that kind of party? Stacy hadn't really said, but Stacy being Stacy, well, she'd like the button ups...

"Hey, don't throw the top lock tonight," he said over his shoulder to his roommate. "I don't know when I'll be back. Might want to put your ear plugs in too, just in case."

His warning given, he went back to perusing his shirts - not that he had that many to choose from, but hey, a guy had to be stylish.

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"No, pizza is fine," he shook his head, though it would probably take a good while to get here, being a weekend and all. And all the parties around here liked to order from the same places - student specials and all that jazz.

He swiped and the door thunked open, releasing the lock. He tugged, moving inside without tottering and found the elevator, the call button reading his biometrics and going green to let him on. Star Fleet took the protection of its students seriously.

"Whoever thought of putting pineapple on a pizza?" he mused as they rode up to their floor. "I mean, fruit and cheese go together, sure, but that's like grapes and shit, you know? Not pineapple. Pineapple is an island fruit."

He frowned, making his way down the hall to their door room, frowning again as he patted at his pocket for his card to swipe and unlock their door, forgetting the door was equipped with another biometric lock.

Malcolm rolled his eyes a bit and took care of the lock for Jim, tugging him into their room. "But you wouldn't put grapes on a pizza, and pineapple tastes just fine. There are much worse things you could put on. Like anchovies. Who thought that up, that's what I want to know." He maneuvered Jim toward Jim's bed to sit him down.

"Someone with a sick, twisted mind, that's who."

Bed. Oh his bed. That was one of his favorite places. Even more so with someone in it. He knew it made him seem like a playboy, the way he liked bringing in warm bodies to heat the sheets, but he slept better with someone beside, someone warm to wrap in his arms or to be wrapped up in.

He turned, arms sliding around Mal and tugging the other down onto the bed with him. He curled against him, humming as he pressed his face into the slightly smaller man's neck, kissing along the pulse.

He wasn't to leave Jim's bed for the moment, it seemed. Malcolm gave his thigh a pat as he called up one of the more reputable pizza joints for their order, and nobody had better complain about pineapple on pizza, right Jim?

And, well, it wasn't unpleasant to have Jim's bodily attention on him. While he could hardly say he'd been alone since coming here, leaving home behind and thus everything he'd known the way he had was both freeing and terrifying. But while he was here? He took advantage of the freeing side. Trying things he never had before, doing things he'd never been allowed to before. Never too late for a rebellious stage, right?

"You're very affectionate when you're tipsy, did I tell you that already?" Well, at least it was downgraded from 'drunk' to 'tipsy'. He still wasn't sure just where Jim fell, and whoever wanted to get taken advantage of in an inebriated state?

No, they had certainly better not.

"I'm always affectionate," he murmured, looking up at him.

This close to Malcolm, it was easy to see the gentle slope of his jaw and nose, not quite sharp. Easy to nuzzle against his. He was warm and not as gangly as Kirk had always thought he might feel. He had never seen Mal work out, but physical fitness was a requirement for them, so he could have known the other would do some sort of activity to keep in shape. Huh, why hadn't he ever thought on that before? Asked what he did?

"Doesn't bother you, does it?" it suddenly occurred to him to ask. He usually didn't really need to - most of his friends were used to his tactile nature, and no one had ever really protested before or told him to back off. Well, a few had, but it was rare. Mal wasn't pushing him away either at the moment, so he hoped it was okay as he curled against him, arms sliding around his chest, lips grazing the edge of that gentle jaw.

Clearly they need to start going to the gym together. Why hadn't he thought of that? Was that really how he came off as, the secluded bookworm? Better to be seen as studious than the fratboy, although despite his ways, Jim's grades were top of the class. (Which was infuriating. How could this guy hanging on him, getting close, getting closer, be so much better in every way?)

"It's different," he admitted. Both the affectionate attention from a guy and the affection as a whole. That Jim was tactile was no surprise at all, and he'd learned to get used to and tolerate the claps on the shoulders, touches here and there of a friendly nature. Arms around him, lips on his jaw? That was different.

Malcolm in turn slid a cautious arm around Jim. "Different's not bad."

Fratboy. Party boy. Play boy. So many names attached him, so many labels. He accepted them all, let them roll of his back, was happy to have them applied because they were better than the deeper truth. He wrapped them around himself and lived them, and he was happy enough like that. He studied and struggled like everyone else, he just tended to do with a smile.

"Different can be fun. Like tonight. I'm glad you came," Jim murmured, his lips finding the other's ear to whisper. He turned them, his leg sliding between Malcolm's, tangling them closer together. Lazily he nuzzled at the curve of Malcolm's ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell before he found the warm skin behind. He hummed, sucking lightly, enough to redden skin, not yet bruise.

"Oh-" Well this is a compromising position. One heightened by needy tongue and promising lips. This could hurt them. But it also didn't have to mean anything at all.

Malcolm's hands slid around to cup Jim's ass. Which was a mighty fine ass. Come on, of course he'd noticed. Hard not to. "Pretty glad you talked me into it, too," he said with a mild chuckle, tilting his head, stretching skin, baring more neck.

Sheets hissed as he shifted, pushed into the grasp of Malcolm's hands. Lips spread in a grin against his skin, moving down, pressing the warm things up and down the length. He worked slow, sucking gently along the pulse. His own hands moved, running down his back, working into his shirt. He tugged until he could slid his hands inside, caress warm skin, fingers ghosting over the curve of his spine.

"So you had fun?" he asked him, nipping at his jaw.

"I think there might be a little more fun to be had at the afterparty." His back arched ever so slightly at the touch, words a rumble in his throat. Despite his hesitation, this was certainly attention he could enjoy.

He turned his head enough to kiss Jim's cheek, nuzzle against him for a moment. "Are you sure you want this?" It was pretty rhetorical; obviously he did. But Malcolm just--he wanted to be sure that Jim was sure, even with a buzzing blanket of alcohol around them.

A low sigh that turned into a soft moan. His hips shifted, pushed, worked Malcolm onto his back. He rolled up to straddle him, settling onto the smaller man's hips. Fingers slid up his chest over his shirt, tugging the cloth up further so he could enjoy the sight of naked skin.

"I'm a big boy, Malcolm," he purred to him, leaning down over him so their lips could brush. He took the bottom one between teeth, sucking gently. "I want this," he whispered, pushing down and against him, grinding as he pressed his mouth fully over the other cadet's.

There are rules in Starfleet, rules regarding fraternization. But they aren't officers yet. They're just cadets in school. Same rank, technically. Nothing wrong with having a little fun. It's just going to be a matter of how they see each other in the morning.

How they see each other now, well, that was another matter entirely. Jim certainly was eager to take the initiative, Malcolm so hesitant to. He could stop this, if he wanted to. But hips, strips of bare skin, lips on lips? Jim made a compelling argument. He kissed back, a little eager to try out this new experience, and ran his hands up Jim's back, dragging fabric up along the way.

Star Fleet had to know there wasn't going to be a good way to stop cadets from getting in each other's pants if they really wanted. It would take more effort than they wanted to put into it, and if the students performed well what was the harm? Once they were on a ship they could be more strict about it - or let the Captains be strict.

So there was definitely nothing wrong with having a little fun. Or lots of it.

Jim arched up and bent his head, arms lifting up so that Malcolm could drag his shirt off him. He shook his head, smoothing his head before tugging up Malcolm's. His lips spread in a lazy version of his usual grin, eyes burning like twin stars as he leaned down to kiss him again, tongue sliding past his lips to sweep through his mouth, tasting him. Hands slid across newly naked skin, scraping with his nails, drawing slow circles around the halo of his nipples.

"You want this, right?" he asked between kisses, the thought suddenly occurring to his less than logically inclined brain.

It's an odd question, though not out of place, to be bringing up right then. With their shirts off and mouths tangled up in one another, with fingers and nails teasing at his skin, and a shudder of unexpected delight to the particular attention at his chest.

He could end this at any time, so the fact that they were still going should have been answer enough. Was he nervous? Extraordinarily so. Was he going to stop? Not now. "Keep going."

A purr flowed past his lips, leaning down to suck at Malcolm's lip before moving further down. He bit along the length of his neck, finding his collarbone. He bit at the edge of it, sucking hard, worrying the skin between his teeth to leave a path of red across his chest. His fingers rolled Malcolm's nipples between them, rubbing with his thumb before pinching the bud sharply.

"You're damn sexy, did you know that?" he breathed against the reddened skin, his hips grinding sharply into Malcolm, his jeans feeling uncomfortably tight now, the bulge of his arousal obvious.

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