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Title: Think too much?... Archive as you will. I'd love to know if you enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames are not.
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Think too much?... 1/1 (VOY: P/K) [NC-17] 'Sometimes I wonder about my luck... Tom complains about the "Paris Luck" but I think mine is probably worse. I've been killed _how_ many times already? I've been imprisoned twice, infected with gods know how many deadly diseases, kidnapped terrorized and to top it all off, I'm in love with my best friend... Sure Sure... everyone laughs about how I had a whole planet of women who wanted to have sex with me and still nothing... Ha! the only reason I escaped death was that I love Tom so much I simply couldn't get it up for any of them to suck me dry...Now everyone really thinks I'm a dorky near virgin... Ok Ok So I _am_ a dorky near virgin... Sigh...' Harry's head snapped up when he realized everyone on the bridge was looking at him. He looked around quickly. Tuvok was glowering at him, Captain Janeway was smiling indulgently, Commander Chakotay just stared, and Tom... Tom looked at him with amusement. Harry turned a light shade of red and attempted to look busy. 'Sure Tom you go on and look amused. You have B'Elanna, the only other person on this ship who I could care for and because of you I could kill her to get her out of the way. Gods this is so irrational...and all over you?!!?...Now I'm terrified that people know... They give me snide remarks now like "oh did your Tommy dump you for B'Elanna?" and "Aren't you glad they fight all the time... Maybe he'll be back to you soon..." and YES I AM GLAD dammit and I don't want to be... and I got so angry when you were in the brig cause she seemed more concerned with the warp core than with you... and the Captain... how could she ever believe that I could arm a torpedo that would hurt you?!?! But she did let me see you in the brig ..I guess she had never seen her perfect ensign so bitchy before.... I'm just glad someone else was in the room... you looked so sad and alone... I'll bet she knows... Oh God how can I even look at her anymore!!!!!... oh my god!?!? what about Libby? Oh No... and I thought I loved her... I don't even think about her anymore... Sigh' Harry's sigh travelled over the bridge. He turned a brighter red. He shifted uncomfortably. "Things not exciting enough for you today, Ensign?" chided the Captain. "No ma'am... I mean yes ma'am... I mean..." Harry was mortified. He buried himself in a routine of diagnostics for the rest of the shift. Methodical and precise procedures distracted him. They distracted him enough that he didn't notice someone walk behind him. He jumped like a frightened rabbit when Tom's voice breathed into his ear. "Hey Har...shift's over... lets get outta here."
Tom and Harry stood together against Dr. Chaotica. "C'mon faithful sidekick! Let's save the world!" Again, as usual, Harry found himself in chains in the lair of their evil nemesis. Today though, the screeching blond was not chained next to him... He watched Tom and the Dr. spout strange 20th Century epithets at one another until Tom seemed to win the verbal battle. "Aha! Defeated again!" cried Tom triumphantly. Harry watched as Dr. Chaotica escaped through yet another secret door and Tom swaggered over, laughing. "His plot is foiled again!" "Ok... you can let me out now Capt. Proton..." "Not just yet, I don't think..." He sidled up to Harry and flicked aside the collar of his loose sidekick shirt. Tom slid his finger lightly over Harry's collarbone and up his neck. Harry shivered and turned crimson. "I thought so... Harry, why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you?" "Harry, you are the naive one here, not me... What was all that on the bridge today? I could feel your eyes boring holes in the back of my neck. I thought Tuvok was going to have a stroke. You have _never_ been that distracted at Ops before. Why did you hide this from me?" "I was scared..." Harry hung his head. "Of what? B'Elanna?" "No... of me, my own reactions." Tom looked at him in surprise. "Really? This sounds good..." The Paris smirk appeared. "Stop it Tom! I mean it!" Harry glared at Tom, "Why do you always treat me like that?" "Like what?" he said more softly. "Like you're talking to some dim geek..." Harry was so busy feeling sorry for himself that he didn't notice Tom's expression. "Harry, you _are_ a dim geek..." He slurred. Tom's lips fastened to Harry's in a kiss that had been waiting years to happen. His arms surrounded Harry and held him close. They kissed for what Harry thought was an eon. 'WoW! you do deserve your reputation' Eventually they came up for air. Tom still held Harry firmly, but now his lips traveled over the panting Ensign's throat. Harry groaned and squirmed. "I knew you were a squirmer...I knew it!" breathed Tom excitedly. "But!?!?!" Harry managed to squeak. Tom's hand slid down Harry's back and patted his ass. "This is a butt, Harry... and a nice one at that." His lips fastened to Harry's again. This time the tip of his tongue snuck in and played with Harry's. They writhed and Tom groped for several minutes more. Harry couldn't think rationally. He felt Tom's hand leave his ass and was vaguely dissapointed, until he felt himself being let out of the handcuffs. He threw his arms around Tom's neck. Now both Tom's hands gripped his ass and Harry felt himself being lifted up. Tom let his lips go long enough to mumble 'Computer, end program'. He carried Harry to the door. "mmmmmm" Harry tried to speak but Tom's tongue prevented him. "MMMMMM" he managed to sound more insistant. "What?!?!?" Tom moved his kissing to Harry's face and neck. "Tom... The next person is going to come in soon... Oh yes harder... I mean what if... Oh my God!!!!!" Harry was lost under Tom's teeth on his neck. They writhed together for a few more moments. Suddenly Tom's head snapped up. "Oh Shit!" he quickly stepped back and adjusted himself and Harry. Not two seconds later, B'Elanna came through the holodeck door. She looked at the two of them with an odd expression. "Paris, what the hell did you do to him?" she asked, nodding her head towards Harry, "Hey Har, Capt. Proton getting wild for a change? Or did he chain you up for Queen Aracnia this time?" '!' Harry's eyes were still round and his brain frozen. Fortunately Tom was not in the same condition. "It was a good episode B'Elanna, you should have joined us..." Harry swore he saw the wheels begin to spin in Tom's head. Not that it was a bad thought... "No Way Paris. Now get out... I have simulations to run." She shoved them both into the corridor.Tom had to catch Harry who was now immobile with shock. 'what am I doing?? ohmygod that was great! she'll kill me when she finds out!! she'll kill us both!! now what do I do? arrrgggh!' "Harry! C'mon!" Tom was dragging him down the corridor. They managed to get to Tom's quarters without frightening anyone in the corridors or turbolift simply because they didn't run into anyone. Tom's lips were bruised and Harry's hair was askew and his lips swollen. He had noticable hickeys on his neck and his shirt was torn. Both sets of eyes were glazed with lust. As soon as they had they gotten into Tom's quarters, his lips were reattached to Harry's. He fumbled with the fastenings on Harry's belt. They were so focused on each other they missed the chair and fell over it. Tom ended up straddling Harry and trying to pry the uncooperative belt off. Harry lay back in the throes of a nervous giggle fit. 'ohmygod I don't believe this... he really wants me?!?!... but B'Elanna will kills both of us... or join in? But... oh hurry up and get that stupid thing off me... I'm so scared I could die...' "AhHA!" Tom yelled triumphantly and flung the belt aside. Harry's shirt followed almost immediately after. Tom's mouth began to devour Harry's neck and chest. His hands undid Harry's zipper. Harry dragged frantically on Tom's leather jacket. While Tom fumbled with Harry's boot, Harry managed to get one sleeve of the jacket off "Shit!!!! who picked this outfit!" Tom wailed as he yanked one boot loose. "OW! you did! That was my foot!" Tom flung the other boot aside. He pried Harry's sock off and threw it in the air. "Sorry, baby... I'll kiss it and make it better..." Tom leered, wiggling his eyebrows. He ran his lips lightly over the sole of Harry's foot. Harry inhaled sharply and his whole body arched with the sensation. Pleased with the reaction, Tom then began to bite along the ankle. Harry's eyes were closed and he clawed at the rug. When Tom ran his tongue over his big toe, Harry almost screamed. 'ohmygodimgonnacomefromhimsuckingmyfoot?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!' Tom sucked his toes, one by one until Harry almost pulled the rug from the floor. When Tom chewed on the arch of his foot, Harry came and he came hard. '!??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' ,p> He lay there panting, looking up into Tom's astonished face. "Wow Har...That was cool." Tom gazed down on Harry. He was amazed at how beautiful someone could look with their pants half off and only wearing one sock. Harry simply lay dazed in amazement. Tom took the opportunity to fully remove Harry's pants and underwear. He left the sock, it looked cute. "Howsabout I clean you up a little?" The Paris smirk was working its magic. Harry's eyes were wide and his chest still heaving. He smiled back. "Sure" he chirped, in a parody of his usual replies to things. Tom laughed. He leaned over Harry and kissed him delicately. His lips then trailed over Harry's jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone, over a nipple, down the line of his stomach and around the hipbone. It then dawned on Harry what Tom meant by cleaning up. Tom's tongue lapped up Harry's come like a cat with cream. 'ohmygod !!!!!!!' Tom's mouth engulfed Harry's cock. He arched with pleasure. Tom's tongue swirled over him from tip to base, collecting the last bits of Harry's orgasm. By the time he was cleaned off, he was hard again. Now Tom began to suck in earnest. Harry started to squirm. His hands wound in Tom's hair. "Oh my god...Tom!" "mmmmmmmmm" "Don't... stop..." Harry breathed. "Is that a 'stop you creep' or a 'more more more you magnificent man you'?" Tom joked between mouthfuls. "More..." came the choked reply. Tom's hands gripped Harry's hips and Harry's legs ended up over Tom's shoulders. He could feel them shaking with the excitement and he was very pleased with himself. Harry lasted a bit longer this time, but not much. 'unngh...wow he's good at this!... oh no!' This time Harry screamed as he came. His thighs tightened around Tom's head, but Tom was prepared. His hands gripped Harry firmly as he rode out the wave. Harry arched and wailed until he dropped exhausted. Tom let him go with one last long lick. Harry whimpered. Tom looked lovingly at the quivering mass that was Harry Kim. "Ohhhh man that was good." Harry grinned stupidly and licked his lips absently. He squinted at Tom with extremely unfocused eyes. "Hey... you still have clothes on!" he panted. "So I do... I'll have to fix that." Tom stood and flung the leather jacket off his arm with blinding speed. The shirt, shoes and pants followed in short order. He reached down and scooped Harry up from the floor. "Bedtime for Harry!" Harry's lips had reattached themselves to Tom's. They careened across the floor until they fell into Tom's bed in a tangle of limbs. Harry squirmed on top of Tom. When Harry's leg brushed his cock, it felt like an electric shock. "uuuhhhhhhhh" groaned Tom. His body arched towards Harry. Harry started kissing him all over. He tasted Tom's skin like a rare delicacy. He giggled when Tom's chest hair tickled his nose. He teased Tom's nipples slowly, one by one. His teeth nibbled them. Tom moaned and thrashed. Harry knelt over Tom, overwhelmed, breathless and confused. "I don't know what to do!!" he whined in frustration. Tom grinned. He would have been shocked senseless if Harry had said otherwise. "Come here, Har" Tom gathered him into his arms. He lightly took Harry's hand and guided it over his stomach, then lower to brush his straining cock. Realization and relief flooded Harry's face. "Now _this_ I _know_ how to do!" His long delicate fingers played Tom like his clarinet. When he sensed Tom getting into a rythym, he changed it. He moved back and forth, sometimes playing with the tip, sometimes teasing his balls until he heard something he never thought he would... Tom Paris pleading. "Oh God.. Harry...please!" Tom's eyes were squeezed shut, his hips bucked under Harry's hand. Tom's one arm still gripped Harry around the waist, the other clutched at the sheets. 'wow and I did this!' Harry smiled brilliantly as Tom came. "mmmmmmm... damn, Har..." Tom croaked "C'mere" Tom pulled him up on top of his chest. He kissed Harry, slowly and tenderly. "I wish I had caught on to this sooner." "I didn't think..." Tom snorted. He stroked Harry's hair then laid his finger over his lips. "Har...sometimes you think too much..." I want the Text Version |
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