Title: The Screwdriver
Author:Tauna (blktauna@shawstudios.com)
Series: VOY
Part: NEW 1/1
Rating: [NC-17] 
Codes: P/K
Summary: who would have thought fixing the helm could be so exciting?

Thanks to the PacKage chat gang for this one.

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.


The Screwdriver (VOY, P/K, NC-17 )
by Tauna

Tom wiped away the sweat that was threatening to roll down his face. He
tried to look nonchalant but it was a losing battle. 

"Is there something wrong Mr. Paris?"

The Captain's voice sliced through his reverie.

"No, No Ma'am. Nothing. Nothing at all."

He looked down and there sat Harry with a large quantity of the conn's
circuitry exposed. His head was inches from Tom's knee. He could feel
Harry's body heat rising up against him, making something else
rise. 

'Down Boy!' Tom tried to force himself not to think about what he was
thinking about.

Harry's head was still bowed down as he puzzled out the repair. Tom's
mind drifted. He imagined Harry's head buried between his thighs. He
imagined the feel of Harry's lips and tongue swirling over his cock. He
could almost feel Harry's silky hair brushing over his naked flesh. Tom
jumped when Harry shifted. He looked down into a face of intense
concentration. Harry had the fat end of a screwdriver in his mouth. He
was swirling it around absently, slowly drawing it in and out of his
mouth by virtue of suction alone. 

'Oh my God!'

Tom's thoughts became increasingly disordered. His cock twitched in
sympathy with the movements of the tool. He watched as Harry wrapped and
unwrapped his tongue around it, several times. Tom's breathing started
to become noticeably labored. He tried to tear his eyes from Harry and
focus on something, anything else. He tried to shift to ease the
pressure of his now far too constricting uniform, but he was not having
any luck.

"Tom, hold this for a minute."

Tom jumped as Harry shoved a board onto his lap. Tom now became a work
bench. He squirmed uncomfortably each time Harry's delicate fingers
probed his lap for a tool. They would just barely miss brushing him,
barely. He was beginning to swear that Harry knew exactly what he was
doing. Tom stared into the stars and tried to hang on. Harry slid probes
and boards across Tom's sensitive lap with increasing speed. The
screwdriver never seemed to leave his mouth. Now Tom could see him
flipping it in and out at a more rapid pace. 

"mmmmmmmm"

Now Harry was humming. The thought of Harry humming while his lips were
wrapped around Tom's cock was too much. A gut wrenching groan escaped
from between Tom's clenched teeth. Harry looked up at him, confused. 

"Tom? Did I nick you. Wow, I'm sorry. Lemme see..."

Harry rolled the screwdriver between his fingers while he spoke. Then he
popped it back in his mouth, nibbling on the end slightly. He focused on
Tom's lap and tried to see where a board could have nicked him. He was
cut short by the Captain's voice.

"Mr. Kim. Are those repairs complete?"

Both their heads snapped up. Janeway stood over Harry. She glared at him 
with her most fierce Captain's face, but Tom saw the sparkle in her eyes. 
She snatched the screwdriver from his lips with a sigh. He looked at her with 
a touch of red coloring his cheeks.

"Almost Ma'am. But I think I..."

"Lieutenant Kim, Mr. Paris will live." Her slight nod acknowledged Tom's
mouthed thanks, "Lets close this thing up."

Harry blinked then smiled angelically. 

"Yes Ma'am."

As soon as Janeway turned, Harry stood and blocked he and Tom from view.
He drew his hot fingers slowly over Tom's swollen cock. Tom's eyes
rolled back in his head as he came in his seat. Harry caressed Tom's
crotch for a short second right before he gathered his tools and bounced
back to his station. Tom slumped back in the chair.

'God Har, I've corrupted you completely.'