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Title: I'm a Good Boy...WOW that was fun! Archive as you will. I'd love to know if you enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames are not.
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"I'm a Good Boy...WOW that was fun!" (VOY,P/K NC-17) 'Wow I must have passed out' Harry's free hand slid possessively over Tom's back. He sighed and snuggled under Tom's chin. The events of the previous night danced in his head. Tom had been so gentle and patient. He had never felt so good in his life. Simple reflection on the previous evening's activities got Harry excited. It didn't matter that he felt sticky all over and that he was sore, maybe... "Tom," Harry whispered softly. Harry stroked Tom's back. He kissed him under the chin. "Tom. Tom?" his tongue gently probed Tom's ear. Harry felt Tom stir slightly. He wiggled a bit to see how awake Tom was. A kiss on the head told him. "Mmmm. Good morning beautiful." "Good Morning to you too." Harry looked coy, then blushed, "Umm Tom?" "mmmmm?' "Kiss me some more?" Tom laughed and smothered Harry with kisses. Harry reveled in the sensation. He never wanted it to stop. "Har." Harry noticed that Tom had stopped kissing him. "Har." "What????" he whined. "Harry, there is less than one half hour before we go on duty and I can't believe its _me_ having to remind _you_." Harry ignored him and their lips latched onto one another again. He lightly stroked Tom's ass. It had the desired effect. Tom was moaning into his mouth and wriggling. Then it hit Harry what Tom had said. "Ohmygod!"
He dislodged himself and sprinted into the bathroom. Tom's laughter
drifted in over the noise of the shower.
B'Elanna paced out the dimensions of her cabin. The knife edge glittered
hard in the light. Harry skidded onto the bridge. Everyone looked. He composed himself quickly and took over his station with seconds to spare. Tom ambled in a moment later. He winked at Harry and sat down. There was a stifled giggle. Tuvok cleared his throat.
"Gentlemen, shall we focus our attention on running the ship?" Janeway
said, a smile quickly vanishing from her face. Harry sat straddled in Tom's lap. He was sure no one else was in the mess hall, or he would have never taken the risk. It was end of beta shift and this part of the ship was pretty much deserted. He was wrapped around Tom like a towel. "Har... Let me eat." As if to illustrate his point, Tom's stomach growled. Harry looked at him petulantly. His lips quivered slightly. Tom smiled indulgently. "C'mon Har... No food, no energy. No Energy, no sex," he purred into Harry's ear. Harry thought about that for a moment. He slid off Tom's lap and sat in front of his plate. They both tucked into the food with gusto. "Wow, I know what to bribe you with...Maybe I should tell Neelix. That'd be one way to get the crew to eat his concoctions."
Harry snorted at him. Unseen in a dark part of Neelix's kitchen,
B'Elanna eyed them with hatred. They barely made it back to Tom's quarters. Harry had Tom's uniform unzipped and began trying to pry it off before the door had swooshed shut. His hungry lips latched onto Tom's. He clutched Tom's shoulders and molded himself against his body. Tom could feel Harry shaking. Tom stroked his hair. He picked Harry up and carried him into the bedroom. Harry's mouth devoured Tom's neck. 'This is so much better than food. This is so much better than anything else.' He disengaged Harry's lips from his and pried his fingers off his shoulders. He tossed Harry on the bed. He landed with a thud. He looked up at Tom through his bangs. His eyes fairly glowed. He sucked on his lower lip as Tom leaned over him slowly. Tom shoved him flat. "Lie still or else..." Harry inhaled sharply. Tom grabbed his foot and yanked off one boot, then the other. He manhandled Harry out of his uniform. Harry's breathing was fast and shallow as he let himself be stripped. The grey turtleneck was slipped up his torso. Harry moaned, his skin burning. Tom yanked it over his head, ruffling his hair. His trousers were yanked sharply from his legs. He lay there trembling under Tom's hooded gaze. Tom gripped the band of Harry's boxers and pulled. They ripped away with a muffled tearing sound. Harry reached for Tom's hand but his hand was slapped down. "Lie still..." Tom hissed. Harry complied. Tom had not hit him hard at all, but it had made a lot of noise and it both startled and excited him. Harry panted and lay back in the rumpled sheets. Tom yanked the shreds of Harry's boxers aside. He eyed the evidence of Harry's excitement with a different sort of hunger. He stood and began to strip slowly. Harry's eyes grew big. He licked his lips as he watched Tom emerge from his uniform. First he kicked off his boots. Then, he slowly slid the fastener down the front of his jacket. He tossed it aside. Tom's eyes drilled into Harry's. He rolled up his grey shirt, slowly, his pale skin glowing as it was revealed. Harry's cock jumped. He reached for Tom again and caught himself. He bit hit lip. "Since you can't follow orders." Tom's voice trailed off threateningly. He seized Harry's hands and held them together. He grabbed the remains of Harry's shorts and tied his wrists somewhat tightly. Harry struggled, not too much at first, but harder as Tom controlled him easily. He ended up over Tom's knees, backside in the air. Tom's hands roamed over him roughly. Then one descended sharply. Harry squealed as Tom spanked him. The blows were enough to arouse but not enough to hurt. Harry tried to rub his increasingly stiff cock on any part of Tom he could reach, but Tom had other ideas. "So you naughty boy, trying to get off ahead of me again huh!" Tom wrestled Harry face down on the bed. He made fake growling noises and his teeth lightly nipped Harry's neck and shoulders. "Its not my fault! I have years to make up for!" Harry giggled while squirming lasciviously against Tom. "That's it! I can't take any more!" Tom cried, jumping up. He slapped Harry's ass and stood. One hand undid his trousers and the other rummaged in the drawer. Harry was distracted by Tom's pants gliding down to his ankles. Tom stepped out of them, grinning evilly. He had something in his hand. "What's that?" Tom simply lay down over Harry, pressing him into the bed. His long arms reached past Harry's tied wrists and pulled up a string from the side of the bed. He secured Harry's bonds to the string, while whispering in Harry's ear. "I have in my hand what is commonly known as lube... Do ya know what its for, Har? It's to make big things slide into small spots. Since you've been teasing me with that butt of yours, I think I'll just have to have it" Tom's teeth caressed Harry's neck and shoulders. Harry whimpered and pleaded. "Please Tom... Please... ohhmygod!" Harry's voice choked off as two of Tom's well lubed fingers slid into his tight anus. Tom's fingers wiggled their way around until Harry wasn't quite so tight. When he added the third finger, Harry made an uncomfortable noise for only a moment, then it subsided into a pleased growl. "Ahh you like that don't you?" Tom purred. Harry bucked against his hand with increasing vigor. Tom continued to kiss his back and stroke his hair. "You're almost ready, Har...almost" Harry could feel Tom position himself carefully between his legs. He started to feel nervous. "C'mon Har. It's time. I'm gonna move you a little bit." Without his fingers slowing, he helped Harry shift up to his knees. Tom slid in close, his cock sliding between the cheeks of Harry's ass. Harry moaned and wiggled against it. Then Harry felt Tom's fingers withdraw. The void left was quickly filled. "Ah!" Harry cried out. Tom held himself still. Harry tried to compose himself. It hurt, but didn't at the same time. "Just take some deep breaths Har... relax...that's it..." Tom's voice faded into meaningless whispers. His hands held Harry's hips tight, and he continued to whisper soothingly. Harry moved experimentally. It felt like nothing else he had known. He rocked in a slow rythym that Tom mirrored. Soon it was too slow. Harry pleaded for more and faster. He could feel Tom clutching him harder and he could hear Tom's moans even above his own. Then Harry felt Tom's hand slip from his hip and caress his straining cock. He stroked Harry on the offbeat to his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming. Harry felt the tingle of his impending orgasm begin in his toes and travel over him like a wave. His whole body became rigid. "C'mon Har... come for me..." Harry's fingers tore the sheets and he made strangled noises. He came so hard he saw spots in front of his eyes. "Oh God Harry!" Tom groaned as the tightness of Harry's body made him lose his rythym and reach his own release. Tom collapsed on Harry. They both lay motionless, panting. Finally, Tom recovered enough to shift himself from Harry's back. He rolled Harry into his arms, shushing Harry's whimpering complaints with kisses. "Har, I'm heavier than I look. The last thing I want to do is squish you. At least not like that..." his voice trailed off into a low chuckle. "Saw spots." he murmered. "What? baby I can't hear you." "I saw spots..." Harry's voice faded as he dropped into sleep. He snuggled against Tom, asleep in moments.
'Oh god we'll be stuck together in the morning' Tom chuckled to himself
before drifting off to join Harry.
Harry ran down the corridor. Everything was going wrong today. He was late for his meeting with Seven, Tom was on a different shift, he couldn't concentrate on his work and he just couldn't shake this weird feeling of impending doom. He snapped out of his reverie when he turned the corner and ran into B'Elanna. She stood in his path, grinning at him. It was not a grin of mirth that was spreading across her face. "Harry," She cooed. He backed away reflexively. She was still supposed to be confined to her quarters. She stood strangely, like there was something wrong with her. He then realized that she seemed to be hiding something. "Harry, Come here. I want to talk to you. Isn't that what you want? To talk to me?"
Fear gripped Harry. She moved towards him, her expression menacing.
Harry knew better than to turn and bolt, but before he realized what he
had done, he keyed his combadge and called for Security. B'Elanna took
advantage of his split second lapse in attention and launched herself at
him. She buried the klingon knife in his chest. She watched with glee as
the blood frothed from his mouth and he dropped to the floor like a
stone. Tom waltzed into Harry's quarters after his shift. Everything was strangely quiet. He called but no one answered. He keyed his combadge, "Paris to Kim!" Tuvok answered him. "Mr. Paris, would you please come to the sickbay."
Tom shot out of the door like a bat out of hell. Tom stared at Harry's reclining figure. The blood was still pounding in his ears and he was still panting. It had taken both Tuvok and the Doctor to restrain him. "Mr. Paris, Ensign Kim will be fine. Be thankful that Lt. Torres chose the ancient method of Klingon revenge. I had no difficulty in saving him. Had she gone with a phaser or more modern method, well then there would have been cause for worry."
Tom barely heard him. He knelt by the bed, stroking Harry's hair.
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