Mal barely heard the soft knock before his door was opened and Simon walked down the ladder into his bunk.
Mal froze, his hands paused in the act of undoing his pants. He was already shirtless. "Simon?" he asked. "Is there a problem?"
"No," Simon said. "I just wanted to give you your birthday present."
"Present? The cake was—"
"The cake was from all of us, yes, but I have a present just from me."
"You didn't have to—I wasn't expecting anything." Mal was more than a little embarrassed by all the fuss.
"I know," Simon said. "But I wanted to give you this. I've been wanting to give it to you for a long time."
"Uh, what, what is it?" Mal asked.
Simon walked over to Mal and began to finish the work Mal's hands had started. At the same time his mouth tilted upwards, capturing Mal's in a lingering kiss. At first, Mal was too stunned to react, and then he began kissing Simon back with pent up longing. Reluctantly, Simon pulled away. "Happy birthday," he whispered.
"That's it?" Mal whispered.
"I gave you a birthday kiss, is there something else I was supposed to give you?" Simon said with his hands frozen in the act of pulling down Mal's pants.
"Your hands are down there for a reason, aren't they?" Mal protested.
"Sorry about that. My hands like to keep busy. It's the whole surgeon thing."
"I'm not complaining. Please continue with your birthday present," Mal said trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.
"But I already gave you a kiss. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Simon! It's not nice to tease people on their birthdays!" Mal's voice was showing signs of strain since Simon's hands were now enthusiastically moving inside Mal's pants.
"Oh! You want a birthday spanking. I didn't really think you were the type."
"Simon!"
"You want to give me a birthday spanking? But it's not my birthday."
"Simon, if you don't shut up and get very busy in the next two seconds, I'm going to die on my birthday and nobody wants that."
"I could revive you."
"Simon!"
"Very well," Simon said with a mischievous smile, "You might want to be sitting down for this."
Mal sat down on his bed, his shoulders leaning against the wall. Simon moved with him, his hands never leaving Mal's erection. "Hmm," he murmured, his neck craning over his shoulder at the wall.
"What's wrong?" Simon asked when he saw Mal's brow furrow.
"Well, this is a mite uncomfortable." Then he looked down, where Simon was straddling his lap and fondling his erection. "You know, except for that part."
Simon sighed and looked around, his eyes lighting on the pillow at the head of the bed. "Comfy now?" Simon asked as he put it behind Mal's back. Mal just closed his eyes and nodded as he settled in for a very memorable birthday present.
Simon rolled his eyes at the lounging man before him.
"Mal, I think that perhaps you're a bit too comfortable" Simon said. "Roll over"
"I thought you wanted me comfortable" Mal almost whined.
"I changed my mind' Simon said grinning.”Now roll over".
Mal complained mumbling a bit under his breath, changing his position as Simon had commanded.
Simon soon made it worth Mal's while.
Starting at the base of Mal's neck Simon began nipping and sucking his way down Mal's spine, his hands reaching down under the fabric of Mal’s pants and grabbing his ass.
Mal moaned burying his face into the pillow that had formerly rested where Simon’s tongue was now drawing circles.
Stopping for a moment Simon stood and pulled Mal’s pants off and began to strip off his own clothing. “Now we get to the real present” he teased.
Simon settled himself between Mal’s legs, spread his cheeks apart, and dragged his tongue across the sensitive opening. Mal managed not to jump, but had to muffle a yelp by biting the pillow. “Simon…” he whispered. Simon pressed in again.
It wasn’t long before Mal was writhing and moaning under every probe of Simon’s expert tongue. Sweat beaded along his back, gathered in his hair, and soaked the pillow. By the time Simon asked, “Are you ready, Mal?” he could only groan in agreement.
Simon chuckled. “Are you sure?” and took another lick, just to hear Mal beg.
“Please, fuck me, Simon,” Mal whispered. Simon grinned, sat up, and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He warmed the gel in his hands, slicked himself up, and spread the remainder in Mal’s ass.
Positioning himself, he slowly slid into the tight heat, grunting at the effort. But it felt so incredible when he made all the way in, that Simon literally had to catch his breath. He let it out slowly, and began to move.
In and out, an unfaltering rhythm that was guaranteed to drive both of them insane.
Simon began to speed up, whispering hoarse praise. "Damn, you feel good," he said. "I could do this all night.
Mal shuddered beneath Simon. He hadn't known anything could feel this good. Simon forcefully thrust against his prostate again and again. Mal moaned, his hands clenching tightly into the bed sheets. His cock ached with the need to be touched. Just when he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, Simon's hand encircled him, stroking.
"Tianna," Mal whimpered.
"That's it. Yes. Come for me, Mal," Simon ordered.
Mal came with a shout. Simon followed immediately.
Slowly, still gasping, Simon pulled out. Mal felt chilled, bereft. He rolled over and watched as Simon started to pick up his clothes.
Mal's hand shot out and grabbed Simon's wrist. Simon's expression was puzzled. Mal licked his lips, hesitating. He took a deep breath. "On some planets my birthday is tomorrow," he said.
Simon smiled, and bent down to kiss Mal gently. He let his clothes drop and climbed onto the bed. The two of them lay down. Mal was almost asleep when he heard Simon say, "I know just what to get you."