Author:Tauna (blktauna@shawstudios.com)
TITLE:I'm a Good Boy...!
Series: VOY
Pairing: P/K 
New REV 5  stories into 1 and a re edit.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry gets what he wishes for but at what price? Tom finds out
how tiring it is to date someone younger ...

Archive as you will. I'd love to know if you enjoyed it. Constructive
criticism is welcome. Flames are not.

**Disclaimer**
Paramount owns Tom and Harry, I just play with them.
You should be over 18 and not offended by two boys in love to read this.

"I'm a Good Boy!" 1/? (VOY: P/K) [NC-17]
by
Tauna

Harry missed Tom. It was only now that Tom spent all his time with
B'Elanna that he realized how much. The worst part was realizing _why_
he missed him.

'I'm a good boy' he thought to himself, 'I don't have thoughts like
that...'

Harry repeated it to himself several times a day in the hopes he would
actually believe it at some point.
========
Harry sat in the mess hall moving around something on his plate that
Neelix referred to as Pot Roast. He wrinkled his nose. It sort of looked
like pot roast but... He had just put a forkful to his lips when Tom and
B'Elanna burst in. His smile of greeting was erased when he realized
they were fighting. Fighting again, for what seemed the millionth time.
It made him sad to see the two people he cared about most attack each
other like this. He noticed B'Elanna beginning to growl and Tom didn't
back off.
 
'He has no sense of self preservation at all...'

Harry stepped right into the line of fire. 

"Hey guys... C'mon..."

B'Elanna grabbed him and snarled. Harry fell backwards in surprise and
shock. His eyes grew big and he stared at her in alarm. He had never
known her to behave like this to him before. 

"I don't know how or why you put up with his shit, Starfleet...and now,
as far as I'm concerned, you can have him..." She tossed him aside and
stomped out of the mess hall.

"oh yeah!... What shit is that!!!" Tom shouted after her, but the door
closed on his words.

Tom plunged into a chair and began to sulk. Harry sat down next to him,
still stunned. He stared at Tom, trying figure out what to do.

"Tom, why were you fighting?"

Tom snorted, then he sighed.

"When aren't we fighting these days...Har, I think you'd better get used
to seeing a lot more of me..."

Harry was afraid he'd say that.
=======
Tom and Harry fell back into their close routine fairly quickly. They
ate, played and generally worked together almost the same as before.
Harry was enjoying himself immensely and feeling terribly guilty about
it. 
======
"Har.. what's wrong?" Tom's eyes drilled into Harry. 

Harry shifted in his chair.

"nothing..."

"Nothing huh... Ok.."Tom fiddled with his food, "Made any headway with
Seven?"

Harry almost coughed out his leola root casserole.

"Ummm...well...I decided that maybe that was something I shouldn't
pursue...really"

"Ahh ... No headway..."

Harry pouted and Tom laughed. Harry could have sworn he saw relief cross
Tom's face. 

'Oh great ... now he's going after Seven...'
========
After a particularly exerting game of hoverball, Harry finally won the
tie breaker. He plopped down on the floor. He was drenched in sweat,
even his hair was soaked. His clothes stuck to him and his shorts showed
off more than just his legs.

"HA! You didn't win this time!" his smile was brilliant.

Tom's eyes travelled appreciatively over Harry. A cocky Paris grin
formed. 

"Well, Har...that depends on what your definition of 'win' involves..." 

 Harry shifted nervously. He blinked at Tom and a puzzled look came over
his face.

"Huh?"'He can't be looking at me...can he?'

"C'mon Har, let's get a shower."

He laughed and held his hand out. Harry reached up and Tom seized his
hand. He pulled Harry up so fast that he fell into Tom's waiting arms.
He found himself drowning in Tom's eyes. 

'Wow they are reeely blue...'

They looked at each other unmoving for a few seconds. Their lips were
very close. Tom started to lean down. At that moment, Ensign Wildman and
Naomi came into the holodeck.

"Hey guys, you're running over again!" She chirped, "Naomi is waiting to
visit Flotter."

Harry turned and smiled at Naomi. Tom let his hand drift lightly down
Harry's arm. Harry bent over and spoke to Naomi. Wildman looked at Tom
quizzically. She came over to him.

"Tom, what's up?" she said eying him and then looking over towards
Harry.

"Not much...um... Sorry we took so long. We were just finishing," He
smiled at her. 

"Looks to me like you were just getting started." she smirked back at
him and moved to reset the holoprogram.
========
Harry stood under the running water. It was nice and hot and it felt
good. That game had been tough and he was sore.
 
'Maybe Tom could rub my shoulders' he thought idly.

"Hey! you done in there yet?" Tom's voice travelled over the noise of
the water.

"No!"

Suddenly Tom was there, in the shower with him. Harry looked shocked for
a moment then just smiled. He tossed Tom the soap.

"So, using me for my hot water rations now?" He giggled.

"Is that all I can use you for?"

'I'm a good boy...' Harry bit back a reply. 
"Wha!?" He said instead.

Tom shoved him under the water to rinse, then lathered himself up.

"Hey Har...scrub my back."

Harry obediently took the soap back from Tom and scrubbed. He let his
hands linger on Tom's freckled shoulders, then they slipped down to his
waist. His fingers rested there only a moment before he pulled away.

'I'm a good boy.'

Harry stepped out and started to dry himself. Tom was next to him only
moments later.

"Here..." Harry reached down for a towel to hand Tom. He winced.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... my shoulders are just sore from the game... say, do you
think you could rub them for me?"

Tom dropped the towel and seized Harry by the waist. He tossed his
friend over his shoulder and carried him into the bedroom. Harry's
shrieking giggles were music to Tom's ears. He dropped Harry on the bed
with an 'oomph' and stood, dripping, over him. 
 
"Is that all you want me to rub?" Tom wiggled his fingers in a not so
mock suggestive way.

Harry snickered some more and rolled his eyes. He flipped himself over
and lay face down on the bed.

"Stop teasing...Are you going to rub my shoulders or not?"

Harry gasped when a wet Tom Paris draped himself over his back and
whispered in his ear.

"I'm not teasing, Har... not teasing at all."

Tom's lips brushed Harry's shoulders. His hands slid over Harry's,
twining fingers. 

"Tom?"'This isn't happening...is it??'

 He nibbled Harry's neck.
  
"Ummm..." Harry was distracted. 

Tom laughed and began to massage Harry's sore shoulders. He settled
himself over Harry's hips let his hands do the talking. They were very
eloquent. In a short time Tom's clever fingers had reduced Harry to a
somnolent mass.

"Wow Har... I thought I was tight."

Harry floated on a wave of tactile bliss. He had dreamed of Tom touching
him like this and the reality was just as good. Tom's hands worked over
his shoulders, arms, neck and back. Harry murmured his appreciation.
Then Tom's lips followed the path blazed by his hands.
 
'oh hell... it is happening...'

Harry began to writhe under Tom's ministrations. Small sounds of
pleasure erupted from his lips.
 
"Har..."

"mmmmmmm?"

"Har, when B'Elanna and I had that last fight, you asked me _why_ we
were fighting. I never answered you did I?"

"mmmm  mmmmm"

"We were fighting over you..."

"Me??!!!" Harry was suddenly very awake.
 
"Uh huh...you."

Harry twisted around to look at him. His hair was still wet and
plastered to his head. He smiled guiltily at Harry. His finger traced
over Harry's lips.

"She knew... she knew from the beginning. I didn't want to hurt her... I
thought I could love you both, but I can't..."

He bent lower and kissed Harry, lightly and quickly. Harry reached out
for him.

"I never thought this would happen..."

Tom fell into his arms. Harry held him close.

"Tom...I never thought...I thought you chose B'Elanna over me. To be
honest, I never imagined this would happen at all. I hoped but ..." 

He buried his face in Tom's neck, tears trickling out of the corners of
his eyes. Tom chuckled. His hands ran through Harry's silky hair. He
kissed Harry's neck and started working down his shoulder. 

"Tom...???"

Tom's lips continued to suck on his neck. Harry could feel Tom's
erection pressing against his thigh. He was simultaneously excited and
terrified.

"ahhh... ooh that's good... Tom...unnnh...Tom.. I'm scared..."

Tom ran his tongue over the necklace of hickeys he had made. 

"What are you afraid of Har?"

"I don't know...I mean I've never been in this position before...."

"I'm glad I fixed that for you...you've been going to waste." quipped
Tom.

Harry made a tsking noise and smacked his friend on the head.

"Tom!"

Tom laughed and rolled over, bringing Harry on top of him. His hands ran
up and down Harry's back, stopping only momentarily to grip his ass.
Harry sprawled on Tom's chest and his fingers played with Tom's lips.

"Seriously, I'm scared...I've never...you know...never...ummmm..."

Tom smiled indulgently. Harry turned a fine shade of red.

"Spit it out Har..."

"Iveneverbeenwithamanbefore!" 

Tom laughed. One finger stroked Harry's cheek.

"Har... I know this is hard for you. Its OK. I can wait for you...
however long...Now that I know."

Harry smiled brilliantly.
 
"ohTomIloveyousomuch!" he blurted out.

Harry's lips attached themselves to Tom's with a furor. Their tongues
fought to see which would go the farthest. Tom's hands stroked Harry's
back and played with his hair.They lay entwined, enjoying the feel of
each other's warm skin. 
 
'I haven't done this since Nick...!' Harry mused.

'I haven't done this since High School...' thought Tom.

Tom marveled at the fact they were still lying here, melted together
like a grilled cheese sandwich for the last half an hour or so and it
hadn't progressed beyond kissing. Not the usual progression for him...
He shifted so his hands gripped Harry's ass as his mouth travelled over
Harry's face. Harry began to squirm excitedly when Tom's tongue played
with his ear.

"Like that do you..." he purred. 

Something like strangled breathing was Tom's answer. Harry's hands
roamed lightly through Tom's hair. He seemed afraid to touch. Tom moved
to Harry's shoulder. Harry was very nicely put together. His mouth
relished the firmness of Harry's muscle, the spice of his taste and the 
velvet of his skin. He slid his lips down Harry's arm, lightly brushing 
the skin. He shifted Harry up a bit and ran his tongue over his chest. 
He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently. At Harry's sharp 
intake of breath, Tom looked up.
 
'ooop ...I think I'm done for today...'

Harry's eyes were wild. His chest was heaving and he was licking his
lips nervously. A huge smile began to spread over his face. Tom could
feel Harry's erection getting even stiffer.

'on the other hand... maybe not'

Tom worked on both Harry's nipples. Harry lay
there shivering, overwhelmed. Tom bit them lightly. Sparks seemed to
shoot up his spine and he arched in total abandon. 
 
"Unngh, Oh my god Tom!"

"mmmmmmm I thought you were gonna come..."

"Oh my god... what are you _doing_?!?!?"

"Nothin..." 

Tom grinned crookedly. Harry looked at him through heavily lashed eyes.

He bit his lower lip and whispered hoarsely, "Can I try that?"

Tom laughed and nodded. Harry became a whirlwind of mouth. He kissed
Tom's cheeks, eyes, nose and ears. A delicate tongue played with his
ear. He moaned delightedly when sharp teeth took some little nips
from his neck. Harry had scooted down Tom's torso and his tongue was
turning his nipples into engines of both pleasure and torment.

"Dear God Har... if you keep that up I can't promise to wait."

If he thought he was stiff as a board after a half hour of kissing, he
was wrong. The pressure on his nipples was being directly transferred to
his cock. Each bite brought him closer and closer to the edge.
 
"Stop Harry.... Harry... Stop...HARRY!"

Harry picked his head up from where it was buried in Tom's chest. An
exceptionally wicked grin crossed his lips, right after he took one last
swipe at Tom's swollen nipple. 

"What?"

"Don't you _what_ me, my boy!"

Harry made as if to go back to what he was doing. Tom squealed and then
the wrestling began. Tom's hands roamed freely, investigating by touch
the goodies he had seen displayed.
 
'neither too big nor too small...'

Harry giggled in delight. His hands roamed over Tom in a similar way but
he studiously avoided one particular area. 

'I'm trying...'

Harry was not as easy a mark as Tom would have first believed. They
tussled for several minutes, feeling each other up with abandon. The
tide turned, however, when Tom found Harry's ticklish spot. He exploited
it mercilessly. Harry thrashed around exquisitely. 

"NONONONONO ohmy god! please spare me!"

"Spare ME???"

It got Tom to stop long enough for Harry roll away. He lay laughing and
panting at the foot of the bed. Tom sat, his own chest heaving, and
laughed.
 
"Spare me?!?!... Where did you come up with that?"

"I read it somewhere..." he looked very guilty.

He slid up a little and ran his finger over Tom's toes.

"You are such an incredible tease..." he huffed, "I think its time for
me to leave."

"Leave????  No please don't!" 

Harry scooted over and knelt at Tom's hip. The pout that quivered on his
lip was an amazement to Tom. It was a work of art and it scared him to
death at at the same time.

"Har, if this is you scared of being with a man, I don't know if I'll
live through you being ready for it..." Tom looked at him with
tenderness, "besides, you've gotten me hard as a rock and unless you're
ready to help me take care of it, I think I'll need to have some time
alone." 

Harry looked heartbroken. He caressed Tom's stomach, but he couldn't
manage more. 

"Don't Go! I want....."

Tom smiled, eyed hooded, body languid, voice seductive.

"What do you want?" he whispered

Harry still couldn't say it. 

"When you can say it.. you can have it..." 

Harry's eyes grew large. The internal struggle was evident but still
nothing cam out of his mouth. Tom sat up and kissed the top of Harry's
head.
 
"We need to talk."

Harry sat in the throes of a moral dilemma. He
had just spent the last hour writhing naked on top of his best friend.
He had never wanted it to end, but Tom correctly put a stop to it. They
really needed to iron some things out first.. 

'when you can say it you can have it...'

Tom's words echoed in his head. Oh how he wanted to say it, but years of
conditioning are hard to overcome no matter how much you love someone.
 
"So Har... how shocked are you?"

Tom's concerned eyes locked onto Harry's. Harry shook his head. 

"alot...kind of ..." he took a deep breath and gathered himself. "Tom...
you know this is going to be difficult for me...but I don't think you know
why."

Tom cocked an eyebrow but didn't interrupt.

"I never thought this would happen. I never thought anyone would matter
to me like you do and I never thought we'd... you know..." Harry
flushed, " I was raised to think it was wrong to love someone the way I
love you..."
 
"Wrong?" Tom looked puzzled.

"Wrong. My family is very strict and very conservative. We never really
showed affection for one another publicly."

Tom began to get worried. He wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him
close. Harry snuggled but Tom could feel how nervous he was.

"The academy was enlightening. I learned there was a thing called
physical relationships... I only had one crush though, and when they
found out about it, well, then mom decided I should get married."

"Harry... you mean your family picked Libby for you?"

Harry nodded. "Mom liked her because she had a similar background and a
similar upbringing. I liked her because she understood me and I
understood her. We had a lot of the same interests."

"Har... why did a crush prompt an arranged marriage?"

"Ummm ...." He shifted uncomfortably.

"Har... what was his name?" Tom spoke softly.

Harry rested his forehead on Tom's neck, "Nick... he was a pilot like
you."

"oh Har... I'm so sorry."
 
He stroked Harry's hair. 

"Har...I'm sorry I pushed. I didn't realize how things were."

"Tom... I'm sorry I can't ... I want to but... I just can't. I couldn't
with Nick either. Its frightening to me."

"You kiss pretty good for a man in panic..."

Harry's face lit up with a blindingly bright smile.
 
"I like kissing. Nick taught me how." he blushed, "I was always very
comfortable around him. He never treated me like a stupid kid. I could
talk to him like I can talk to you. Sometimes I miss him more than
Libby... I just wish I didn't fall in love with the 'wrong' people."

"Har...was he ever mean to you? Did he treat you badly?"

Harry shook his head.

"He was always sweet and very patient...he understood how...difficult
... things were for me."

"Just because he didn't fit your family's ideals doesn't mean he was
'wrong'. You know Har... I'll bet your parents were just trying to
protect you. Sometimes you're too innocent for your own good. You know,
if they met me four years ago, they would have had a stroke..."

Harry's eyes crinkled shut with laughter.

"Probably." he giggled, "Tom... you remind me so much
of Nick... I just felt so comfortable with you right from the
beginning. But you're not Nick, you're Thomas Eugene Paris and the
one I love most of all..."

They looked into each other's eyes. Tom could see Harry's desire
fighting with his upbringing. His hand cupped Harry's chin. His fingers
brushed along his cheekbone. He kissed Harry for all he was worth. 
Harry pulled back slightly and took a deep breath.

" Tom...Tom... will you... will you sleep with me?"

"I'm assuming you mean sleeping not anything else."

Harry nodded. He took Tom's hand and held it.

"You said if I could say it, I could have it..."

"I am nothing if not a man of my word." a wicked Paris grin crossed his
face.
===========
Harry sat on the edge of his bed like a nervous school boy. Tom wandered
out of the bathroom stark naked and yawning.

"Y'know Har... I'm more tired than I thought."

He slid under the covers and dragged Harry in with him. Harry laughed as
Tom managed to get his hands all over him under the pretense of settling
down.

"You are subtle as a brick..."

"Subtlety has nothing to do with it. What's all this?"

He tugged at Harry's t-shirt and shorts.

"I always sleep in these."

Tom snorted and wrapped himself around Harry. They fit nicely. He let
his lips wander over the back of Harry's neck. Harry sighed and wiggled
against him.

"I thought you were tired."

"I am ... this is tired...I'm sleeping now." 

Tom kissed his ear and settled back. They were asleep soon after.
========

Harry felt so warm and happy he didn't want to get up. He snuggled up
against Tom and sighed.
 
'how am I going to do this? I want him so much.'

A probing tongue found the ticklish spot behind Harry's ear. He
squealed. Tom's arm snaked around his waist and pulled him close. Harry
burrowed under the covers. Tom followed him. 

"Come here you..."

Tom's hand slid up his t-shirt and his fingers played with Harry's
stomach. He squirmed and giggled.

"Tom... we have to go on duty soon..." he laughed.

"Mmmhmmm, but not just yet."

Tom's lips slid up Harry's stomach leaving little trails of bruises.
Harry moaned and moved with him. He wanted so much for Tom to continue.

"Oh...more...please" it came out before he realized.

Tom moved a little lower, lips grazing his hipbone. Tom's fingers
fluttered over Harry's cock. He moaned. Tom's fingers toyed with the
edges of Harry's shorts. His hips swiveled under Tom's hands. Tom
smiled. Harry's head was thrown back, eyes closed and chest heaving.

'oh more...yes more...' but he could still not say it.

Tom's head was buried in Harry's thighs when the com chirped.

"Janeway to Kim"

A strangled noise emanated from Harry's chest. 

"Ensign Kim, acknowledge."

"Yes ma'am" he croaked.

"Harry...sorry to wake you. B'Elanna needs you in Engineering."

"Yes Ma'am"

"Janeway out"

"oh Hell..."
============
Harry hustled into Engineering. He was greeted by B'Elanna's cold gaze.
Her eyebrow raised at the look of him. He was glowing, and she was
pretty sure she knew why. 

"Harry, I need you to go over these calculations." she waved a PADD.

Harry looked confused. This was no reason to have the Captain call him  
straight down here. He walked up to her and took the PADD. He felt
himself flush. B'Elanna's eyes bored holes into him. Suddenly her hand
snaked out and pulled the collar of his service greys down, exposing an
amazing ring of bruises. 

"What the hell are these?"

"B'Elanna!" 

He pulled her fingers away and stepped back, his hand at his throat. The
 only sound was the whirring of the warp core. Harry swallowed hard.
B'Ellana closed on him and hissed.

"What the hell is Paris doing in your quarters."

"I don't think that's ..."

B'Elanna grabbed him by the front of his uniform. She yanked him
forward. Their noses met.

"Just watch out, Harry."

She tossed him back. He staggered out of her reach still clutching her
calculations. He shook, the shock and disbelief evident on his face. She
was still snarling at him when Tuvok swooped in and broke the silence.

"Lieutenant Torres. I suggest you stand down."
===========

Harry stepped off the turbolift onto the bridge. He had no idea how he
had made it out of Engineering.  As soon as the door swooshed shut,
every eye turned to him. Tom looked terrified. Chakotay looked
concerned. The Captain came over to him.

"Harry. Are you alright?"

She put a comforting hand on his arm. He was still shaking and pale. She
herded his towards the ready room.

"Lets talk."

Harry nodded and followed her to the privacy of the ready room. When the
door shut she gathered him into a hug. He shivered in her arms for a few
moments. She rubbed his back, much like his mother used to do.

"Sit down Harry."

He sat, grateful to rest his shaking knees. She stared into his eyes for
a few moments. A smile crossed her face.

"Harry, You handled yourself well. Thank you for not making this
situation worse than it could have been. And I apologize for allowing myself to
send you into it. I had no idea. Can you tell me what prompted
B'Elanna's behavior? I'm assuming it doesn't have anything to do with
incorrect calculations."

"Do I have to Captain?"

"Yes Harry. I will not have my senior officers assaulting one another.
Does this have something to do with Tom? After their parting, I noticed
that he spends most of his time with you..."

"Well... yes kind of..." 

"Harry... are you and Tom together now?"

Harry sat with his eyes downcast.

"Yes ma'am..." he whispered.

Janeway simply nodded. She looked neither surprised nor shocked by
Harry's admittance. He looked at her confused.

"Captain, pardon my saying so but you don't seem surprised."

Janeway chuckled slightly. She leaned back in her chair and regarded him
with something close to motherly affection.

"Frankly Harry, I was surprised that Tom and B'Elanna were together. I
expected you two to be a pair ages ago. But now we need to discuss what
to do about B'Elanna."

"Do?"

"Yes... What action to take."

"Do you have to take action, I mean she's upset. Maybe if someone talked
to her about it. Maybe it doesn't have anything to do with me, maybe
this is something else."

"Alright, if there are no charges to be pressed then I will see to it
that either Chakotay or I speak to her. In the meantime, B'Elanna is
being confined to quarters. That will be all Ensign. You may return to
duty."

"Yes ma'am."

Harry quickly stood and left for his station. Janeway smiled to herself
and shook her head.
===========

The rest of the shift was uneventful. Harry saw Tom's frightened look
and smiled at him. The look faded. He busied himself to try and block
out the memory of B'Elanna's angry, hateful eyes.
===========

Tom leapt into the turbolift. As the door shut, he swept up Harry and
hugged him tightly.

"What the hell happened? Are you ok?" 

Harry sighed and buried his head in Tom's neck. Tom always made him feel
so safe. He didn't even want to speak, he just held on and let Tom
stroke his neck.

"She lured me into Engineering. Tom, she scared me to death! I had never
seen her like that before. It was almost like that day in the mess hall.
I couldn't even move to stop her."

"Har... baby... I was so worried." Tom murmured.

He tilted Harry's head up and frantically kissed him wherever he could
reach. Harry lunged for Tom's lips. Tom could feel him shaking. When the
door swooshed open on their deck, Tom picked Harry up and carried him
out and down the hall. Several heads turned, but they went unnoticed. He
ran through the door. They landed in a heap on his bed. Tom continued
kissing him.

"Tom... I want..." Harry was breathless from kissing.

"What Har?... anything...anything you want"

"Tom... kiss me...kiss me all over." 

'YES!!!!'

Tom smiled broadly as he lay Harry back on the disarray of pillows. He
kissed Harry's eyes, slowly and lightly. Then the tip of his nose. His
lips traveled inch by inch over Harry's brow and along his cheekbone.
His hands slid down Harry's sides and picked up Harry's slim fingers. He
kissed each one on the tip, then the knuckles, then carefully on each
palm. Harry's eyes never left Tom's face. He moaned softly. Tom slowly
slipped Harry out of his boots. He kissed each toe. After he kissed the
arch of each foot, he lightly slid his lips up Harry's leg. He swiftly
kissed the straining bulge in Harry's uniform. Harry whimpered and
squirmed.

"Har..." Tom purred, "This uniform's in the way. Let's get rid of it,
huh?"

Harry breathed his assent. His fingers scrabbled at the front of his
uniform. Tom stilled his hands, kissing them again.

"No, no... let me..."

Harry watched Tom with mounting anticipation. He slid Harry out of the
jump suit carefully, then gleefully tossed it aside. He rolled up the
grey shirt up slowly. He kissed Harry's flat stomach. He nibbled Harry's
belly button. Harry giggled breathlessly.

"Tom.. that tickles! ohhh..." 

Tom's lips found Harry's nipple. He teased it with his tongue. He
laughed and wrestled the grey shirt over Harry's head. Harry's hair was
wild. His eyes were wild. His breathing was quick and he was sweating.
Tom's mouth travelled up and down Harry's thighs. Tom rolled his tongue
under the leg of Harry's boxers. Harry arched and gasped. He drew his
knees up. Tom eagerly pulled the grey cotton away. 

"Can I, Har???..." his lips drew across the velvet of Harry's straining
cock.

Harry could not do more than groan. His hips bounced in Tom's hands. 

"Ya have to tell me Har..."

"Please Tom..." Harry croaked, "I want you to..."

'Close enough!'

Tom's mouth engulfed Harry's cock. He teased with his tongue until Harry
begged.

"please... don't stop.."

Harry's hands were wound tightly into the material of Tom's uniform. He
panted and gasped. The fear still gripped him but he had trusted Tom
with his life before, how could he not trust him now. He let himself
drown in the pleasure Tom gave him. 

'oh mom, you were so wrong...'

Tom felt the change in Harry. He had relaxed and the tension seemed to
be gone. Tom took advantage of the situation. He sucked, chewed and
teased Harry back and forth from the brink three times. He sneaked a
peek at Harry's face. He was the picture of sensual abandon. His eyes
were squeezed shut, his lips parted and quivering, he was flushed. Tom
could see the pulse pounding in his neck. 

'Time for Harry to come...'

He ran his tongue over the tip. He could taste the evidence of Harry's
impending orgasm. He teased and sucked some more, not quite willing to
let Harry go yet. Harry cried out in small choked gasps. 

"Tom...please...oh God!"

Harry's hips jerked. Tom swallowed him further. Harry screamed and his
fingers dug into Tom's shoulders. He flopped back, almost insensible.
Tom slithered up the length of him. He toyed with Harry's hypersensitive
skin, making him shiver. 

"This is what you taste like..."

Tom's lips settled on Harry's. His tongue probed lightly. Harry's tongue
captured it and claimed it. They melted together again. Harry clutched
Tom desperately. Tom's fingers stroked Harry's cheek. He felt the tears.
He pulled back.

"Har?'

Harry eyes were closed but the tears flowed. He sobbed almost
uncontrollably. Tom stroked his hair. He began to panic.

"Har?????..."

"Oh Tom..."

"Are you OK?... Har...what is it?"

"They were all so wrong... about this, about you... about everything..."
he choked out.

Harry opened his eyes. Tom saw the joy in them. These were tears of
relief and release. 
==========
Tom was having a wonderful dream. Soft hands touched him all over. They
were tentative, like butterflies but thorough. Satiny lips covered his
throat. Delicate fingers undid his uniform and moved it out of the way.
Those satiny lips ran over his stomach and a quick tongue darted in and
out of his navel. That sent sparks of sensation right to his rapidly
stirring cock. Somewhere is Tom's subconscious, he realized that this
was no dream. As he stirred into wakefulness, he remarked on how heavy
Harry was.

"mmmm " croaked Tom.

Harry's hands flitted over Tom's cock. Tom's eyes flashed open as he
realized what happened. He saw Harry's mouth slide to where his fingers
had just been. The pressure was delicious, but Tom didn't want to come
in his uniform.

"Har, ya want a little help there?"

Harry inhaled sharply. Tom could feel the rush of air over the wetness
left by Harry's mouth. He flushed slightly and a throaty 'yes' forced
its way out. Four hands made easy work out of removing Tom from his uniform.
Harry's mouth swiftly reattached itself to Tom's nearly stiff cock. He
tentatively brushed his lips up and down. The sensation shot right up
Tom's spine, shutting down all higher functions. He moaned. Harry licked
it carefully, tasting it like he had the rest of Tom's skin. When he
rolled his tongue over the tip, it nearly proved to be too much.

"Whoa! Harry!"

A terrified pair of brown eyes popped up between his legs. 

"no no... Its ok... more than Ok! way too good! Har, go slowly. As
slowly as you can. ok?"

Now smiling brown eyes disappeared under a fringe of black hair. Tom
failed to realize how well engineers follow specific instructions.
Harry's lips bobbed up and down at an excruciatingly slow rate. Fire
burned through Tom's nervous system. Harry teased without realizing it,
moving with the same care and efficiency that he did with everything.

"OhmygodHar! no teeth!"

Harry had never heard Tom squeal before and it made him giggle. The
contractions of his throat sent Tom into a frenzy. Soon it became too
hard for Harry to continue, Tom was thrashing and moaning too much. He
focused back on Tom's moans. They seemed to have some coherence to them.

"Oh god Har... I'm gonna come...gimme your hand..."

He frantically searched around for Harry's hand. He seized it
desperately. Quickly tipping Harry's chin up and out of the way, he
replaced Harry's mouth with both their hands. It only took two strokes
to complete the job. Tom came gloriously, all over their hands, the bed,
and Harry's hair. He lay back, panting. Harry scooted up and snuggled
next to him. The happiness in his eyes was almost too much for Tom to
look at. 

"Was that ok?"

Tom seized him and kissed him soundly. 

"Better than ok Har... much better."

He took Harry's hand and sucked one of his come covered fingers. An odd
noise came out of Harry. Tom sucked a little harder. A strangled moan
came out next.

'oooh he likes that does he...'

Tom continued to suck his fingers clean. Harry's eyes nearly rolled back
into  his head. The pressure on his fingers translated directly into
pleasurable tightness in his gut. Tom let go of his fingers, then rolled
over Harry, smothering him under his body. He could feel Harry's weeping
hardness pressed against his stomach. He pressed down harder. They
kissed and writhed until Harry felt the rush come over him again. His
arms wrapped around Tom, holding on for dear life. He cried out as Tom
felt warm slickness come between them. He kept the pressure up, making
Harry squeal and thrash.

"That's what too much feels like"

Tom stopped the torment, kissing Harry on the nose. He smiled at the
beauty shivering and panting under him. He rolled off Harry and sat up.
He fished around unsuccessfully on the floor to find something to clean
them up. 

"How ya doin down there?"

A small sound of satisfaction escaped Harry's chest. He blinked a few
times and a smile crept over his face. Tom's hand cupped his cheek.
Harry still felt on fire. His arm snaked around Tom's waist, tickling
him slightly. He dragged himself up behind Tom, to chew on his shoulder.
His other arm wound in front of Tom, to play with his chest hair. 

"please Sir, can I have some more?"

Literary joke aside, Tom groaned. The stamina of the young. He had
forgotten all about that. He slid Harry around so that they sat face to
face. Tom's arms cinched around his waist, letting him play with the
firm globes of Harry's ass.
His long fingers explored delicately. His mouth went back to savaging
Harry's already purple neck. Harry groaned. His arms gripped Tom's neck
as if for dear life. 

"mmmmm you taste good." 

Harry sprawled bonelessly in Tom's lap, wiggling under the teasing of
Tom's fingers. 

'looks good so far...'

Tom carefully slid one finger into him. Harry gasped buried his face in
Tom's hair. He shook and his breathing grew more rapid. 

"What...what are you doing?" Harry gasped.

"Like it?" Tom's voice was no more than a puff of air in Harry's ear.

The second finger joined the first. Harry bounced energetically. Tom
moved carefully until he found what he was looking for. He ran his
fingers delicately over Harry's prostate. Harry arched back, moaning
with complete abandon. He was already getting hard. 

'what on earth have I gotten myself into...'

Harry bucked and squirmed under the onslaught of Tom's fingers. When he
felt Tom's other hand gently squeeze his balls, almost all thought and
reason abandoned him. He became nothing more than nerve endings seeking
pleasure. He couldn't breathe anymore. Tom's grip was firm but gentle.
Harry couldn't think of anything except how much better this felt than
doing it yourself. He found himself raking his teeth over Tom's
shoulder. When Tom flicked his thumb over the sensitive head of his
cock, Harry came so hard he screamed. 

"Ohmygod!?!? Har!!! did I hurt you?!" Tom was frantic.

Harry slumped against him, unable to move. Tom laid him back on the bed,
fingers checking his pulse. It was pounding in his neck. Harry's eyes
focused on him momentarily. He grinned stupidly then his eyes rolled
back into his head. Tom kissed him on the forehead and stood up. As he
made his way to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. He hoped Harry never
learned to breathe correctly or he was really in trouble.

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