Title: Realization
Author:Tauna (blktauna@shawstudios.com)
Series: VOY
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/K
Summary: Tom bucks up and tells Harry how he feels.

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

Realization 1/1 (VOY: P/K) [NC-17]
by Tauna

Tom Paris stumbled down the corridor. He was annoyed and drunk. He hated fighting with B'Elanna and he especially hated it when she was right. So she knew something was up, she just didn't know who it was over...

'I'm such an idiot,' he mused idly, 'Why am I lying to B'Elanna. Hell, Why am I lying to myself?'

Tom banged into a door and squinted at the number. He smiled and keyed the code. He staggered in shedding his uniform. He slid into bed, someone was already in it.

"Lights! minimum illumination!"

Tom looked down into the face of a shocked and frightened Harry Kim.

"Tom?!?"

A huge smile spread over Tom's face. He leered at Harry. It was not fair that anyone should look that sexy in starfleet issue pyjamas. His hand reached out and caressed Harry's face. He recoiled, recognizing lust in Tom's eyes. He had seen that look often enough and only recently did he realize that Tom's gaze had been focusing on him. He never thought it would go this far though. He scrambled unsuccessfully to get out of Tom's reach.

"Tom, did you have another fight with B'Elanna?"

Tom seemed not to hear him. He was too busy trying to gain a grip on Harry. They tussled slightly. Harry didn't want to hit him, but he didn't want this to go too much further either. Tom, on the other hand, had just gotten started.

"C'mon Har..." his voice was seductive.

Tom's eyes drilled into Harry's. His one hand plucked open the buttons of Harry's pyjamas, the other slipped under his neck. Harry was transfixed. Tom's face came closer and closer. Harry's eyes were wide but he couldn't pull himself away. Tom's fingers wound into his thick hair, holding his head steady.

"Tom, don't...." he whispered.

His voice was cut off by Tom's lips. His mouth crushed against Harry's. His tongue tried to get between Harry's lips. Harry struggled. With the moves of long practice, Tom maneuvered himself over Harry until he had effectively pinned him. He continued the kiss, there was the hint of surrender in Harry's body.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" he cooed, coming up for air.

Harry bit his lip and swallowed hard. That was the problem. It wasn't bad at all. It was a little too good.

"Tom, stop it. Get off..."

"I won't get off if I stop.." he snickered, burrowing his head in Harry's neck. His lips explored teasingly. They found the spot on Harry's neck that made him moan.

"Tom...you're drunk, stop it." Harry squirmed under his naked friend. "What are you doing in my quarters anyway?"

"Mmmmm?"

"You...naked...my quarters...molesting me..."

"Sounds good..." His lips reattached themselves to Harry's.

His free hand slid down and slipped under the waistband of Harry's pyjamas, trying to slide them out of his way. Harry gasped. Tom seized the opportunity and shoved his tongue down Harry's throat. Harry panicked. He flailed and wiggled under Tom until he managed to both completely arouse and dislodge him. He shoved Tom off the bed.

"Get out!" Harry knelt, dishevelled, on the bed. "Don't do this to me!"

His eyes filled with tears and there was anguish in his voice.

"Do what to you?" Tom scented blood. 'he does feel something for me...'

Harry turned his back to his friend. He frantically tried to redo his buttons and pull up his bottoms, succeding at neither. Tom slid his arms around Harry's waist. He went rigid. Tom could feel his chest heaving.

"Harry, I've been lying to lots of people, but mostly myself. After Akritiri, I knew we felt the same."

He leaned around to look into Harry's eyes. The tears fell in small drops from his eyes. Tom thought them the most precious of gems.

"Harry, why are we lying to each other?"

Harry tried to pull out of Tom's grip. His body shook with his sobs.

"I will not be a Paris conquest..." he whispered.

"Ohhhh Har.... is that what you think?" He kissed away Harry's tears.

"What else can I think? We used to be together all the time, but then you basically dumped me to be with B'Elanna and now you show up in my quarters, naked and you start kissing me... Tom, you know I'm not terribly comfortable with this. Why...why now?" Harry's lip quivered, his eyes still tried to avoid meeting Tom's.

Tom looked down on what he considered to be the most beautiful sight in the Delta Quadrant. He smiled his most brilliant Tom Paris smile and looked Harry straight in the eye.

"Harry, I only know that no matter who I was sleeping with, I only thought of you..."

Tom held Harry's chin firmly and continued to look directly at him.

"They were all poor substitutes..." He shook his head at Harry's obvious shock. "and yes, even B'Elanna is only a substitute for you. I'm tired of substitutes, I want the real deal..."

His hand caressed Harry's shoulder and neck. He leaned forward and kissed him again. This time there was no resistance. He slipped back into bed and pulled Harry on top of him. His hands traveled over the whole of Harry. He ran them over his strong shoulders and back. They lingered on Harry's plump bottom and came to rest on the backs of his muscular thighs. Harry kissed Tom wildly. It was true, Akritiri had been a turning point. Before their ordeal, Harry had refused to admit to himself that it was Tom he cared for most. He had always known that Tom had wanted him as more than a friend, even at first, and now he realized that he wanted the same thing. He thought he had lost out to B'Elanna and now that he knew different, he was not going to lose anymore time. His hands caressed every part of Tom they could reach. He clung to Tom's lips with more than a touch of desperation.

"Whoa there!" Tom laughed.

He rolled Harry over until he was beneath him again. Tom straddled his hips and leaned on his elbows, his mouth near Harry's ear.

"Slow down some... Har... we got all the time in the world..."

His tongue traced the outline of Harry's jaw. His lips re-attached themselved to that spot on Harry's neck that made him incoherent.

"Ahhhhhhh" groaned Harry.

Tom nibbled his way around Harry's neck. This time Harry squirmed with pleasure. He knew he was done for. It had been too long and Tom's mouth felt too good. Tom felt Harry's surrender. He smiled to himself. He tossed aside Harry's pyjama top and let his lips travel slowly up and down. Harry's skin was like velvet and he tasted as good as he felt. His teeth plucked at the waistband of Harry's pjs.

"How long has it been, Har???"

Tom brushed his lips over Harry's cock. Harry moaned. Tom drew his teeth over the rapidly hardening length. Harry's hips began to move with Tom's teasing.

"Too long..." he panted.

Tom carefully shifted the bottoms away while continuing to tease Harry with his mouth. He kissed and sucked his way over Harry's thighs and stomach. Harry's body arched under Tom's talented tongue. He cried out when Tom's mouth engulfed him completely. Tom was gentle but Harry's starved body had its own agenda. He felt Harry's body go rigid then explode. When Harry finally stopped coming, Tom kissed clean the tip of his cock and looked up. He grinned at the sight before him.

"You look throughly fucked."

He slithered up Harry's body and ran his hands through his mussed hair. Harry lay clutching the bedclothes, gasping for air. He licked his lips and swallowed hard.

"I think you might be right..."

When he had caught his breath Harry giggled a bit then wrapped himself around Tom, kissing him more slowly.

"Tom.."

"MMMmm?"

"Tell me what I can do to show you I love you..."

"You just did do it Har... You just did."

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