Title: Surprise
Author:Tauna (blktauna@shawstudios.com)
Series: VOY
Part: NEW 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/K
Summary: Tom and Harry, post chute. Right at the end of the episode when Tom and Harry turn the corner, this picks up from there.

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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.

Surprise (VOY, P/K, [NC-17])
by Tauna

"Tom... I thought we were going to Sandrine's?"

"Nah, we'd just have to crawl back all bloated and drunk. Let's just stay here."

They walked into Tom's quarters. As the door swooshed shut, Tom turned and pinned Harry against it. His hand cupped Harry's head, tilting it back until their lips were very close. Harry was immobile with surprise. His eyes grew large. Tom's face filled his vision as he leaned in closer.

"Har," he breathed.

Harry's stomach knotted. His skin tingled. Tom's body smothered him. The heat from him was almost suffocating. He could nearly taste the scent of Tom's skin. Harry swallowed nervously. He suddenly realized he didn't know what to do with his hands.

"Tom..."

Harry's voice was cut off by Toms lips crushing against his. Harry wriggled under Tom, unable to move with Tom's weight. Images and memories flashed through his head.

*--*
He remembered his joy when he saw Tom's face for the first time in the prison.

He remembered the tightness in his gut when Tom claimed him. Tightness that had nothing to do with getting hit.

He remembered the way Tom touched him while apologizing for hitting him so hard and how his skin had felt afterwards.

He remembered sleeping in Tom's arms.

He remembered his terror at the sight of Tom being stabbed, and not for the reasons he would have thought.

He remembered his panic at the thought that he might actually hit Tom with the pipe.

He remembered how he felt when he and Tom wrestled over that pipe. He knew then that Zio saw what was going to happen.

He remembered all the way back to Deep Space 9 and how he knew even then.

This had nothing to do with concern for a fellow officer. This had nothing to do with friendship. This was somethign else entirely.
*--*

Spots began dancing in front of Harry's eyes. The kiss had taken his breath away and Tom's weight prevented him from getting more. He tried pushing him away, but that didn't work. He finally resorted to shoving his thumb under Tom's jaw until he let go of Harry's lips. Tom pushed away in pain, rubbing his sore jaw. His eyes searched Harry's, the disappointment was evident. They were both panting.

"Tom.."

"No, Har. It's OK. Forget it. I'm sorry. I thought... we were so close down there. Maybe it was just the clamp."

"Tom ..."

"Never mind, Har" Tom flopped onto his couch, his back to Harry. His voice was strained with the effort of disguising his emotions. "I said I was sorry."

Harry reached for Tom's shoulder to turn him around.

"Tom." His voice held command in it.

Tom slapped his hand away. Harry felt his temper rise. He grabbed Tom and yanked him around in the seat. He barely registered the tears on Tom's face before the fight began. They wrestled over the sofa and onto the floor. They rolled around in a tangle of limbs. They pulled at one another ineffectually for a few minutes before Harry seized Tom's arms.

"Tom! Listen to me for a change will you!" he shouted.

He shook Tom, trying to get his attention. Tom tried to pull away, but Harry held on tightly.

"Tom, you have no reason to be sorry. Do you hear me? Do you?"

Harry rolled until he got Tom underneath him. He straddled his friend and held him firmly between his legs. He looked at the trails of wetness on Tom's cheeks and his own eyes reacted in sympathy.

"Tom." He stared deeply into his friend's blue eyes, "Tom. It wasn't the clamp."

Harry shifted nervously. The fight had had an arousing effect on him. He knew he was flushed. He leaned over Tom's chest until their faces were close again. His hips ground on Tom's stomach. He knew Tom could feel his erection.

"Tom, you know it helps if you let a guy breathe." Harry's lips brushed over Tom's sending shivers up and down both of them. His tongue snaked out and traced the outline of Tom's mouth. Tom let out a sigh of triumph and clutched Harry tightly.

"Har..." Tom's voice was a whisper, "Har, I hoped."

Their lips met in a frenzy of desire. Their bodies ground into one another. Tom's hands slid down Harry's back to grip his ass. Harry wiggled against his hands. He felt as though his skin was on fire. Every sense seemed to be on edge. He could feel Tom's muscles shifting against him, he could smell their arousal, he could hear their hoarse panting. He pulled and yanked at the fastener to Tom's uniform. He wanted Tom out of those clothes and quickly. Suddenly Tom grabbed his hands and sat them both upright.

"Harry!" an evil grin spread over his face.

Harry looked at him in confusion, his dark hair askew and falling into his eyes. Tom pulled the both upright and headed towards the replicator.

"Har, remember when we talked about all the different foods we'd eat when we got back?"

"What?" Harry's voice held a whine of disbelief.

"Food Har, remember the food?"

He tossed against the wall. Their tongues ran over each other again and Harry found himself remembering what to do with his hands. He managed to drag Tom partially out of his uniform before he wondered why there had been no help or resistance.

"mmm, Har," Tom dislodged Harry again. He had been playing with the replicator and handed Harry a dish. "Fudge ripple pudding..."

Comprehension spread over Harry's glazed and unfocused eyes. He snatched the dish from Tom's hand and shoved him to the floor. The smell of the fudge overwhelmed him. He slurped a section off the top. Its smooth texture was cool all over his mouth. He looked down at the floor. Tom had kicked his boots off and was wriggling out of his uniform. Harry dropped to his knees, still gently holding the dish. Harry watched as Tom kicked aside his uniform. A deep hunger welled up inside him. His eyes raked up and down Tom. He remarked to himself how much Tom's skin looked like vanilla ice cream and he so loved his fudge ripple pudding over ice cream. He felt the weight of the dish in his hand. He looked at it. The puding shivered very gently in the dish. He looked back at Tom, licking his lips. He tipped the dish over. Tom yelped as the cold pudding plopped onto his flushed skin.

"Geez Harry!"

Harry's mouth descended onto the pudding. He licked and sucked, pushing the pudding all over Tom's torso. He tasted the difference in flavour and texture as his tongue travelled over different parts of Tom. The pudding covered body hair tickled. Harry's tongue craved salt and chocolate. He knew where to find that taste. His pudding smeared lips slid around Tom's bobbing cock. Tom moaned. Harry ignored him. Tom tasted so good, he had to have more. He crawled over Tom, pudding getting all over his uniform. He licked and sucked around Tom's balls, sending him into a thrashing frenzy. Harry used his weight to hold Tom down. He thought absently how all those years of clarinet stood him in good stead as his tireless, agile tongue lapped up both pudding and Tom. Well, perhaps not just clarinet.

"Ungh, my god Harry, where did you learn..."

Tom's voice faded into a scream of pleasure as Harry deep throated him. Harry had forgotten how much he liked that sound, and now it looked like he would get to hear it all that he wanted.

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