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Your Turn
by Terranfem
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November 1997
Disclaimer: All Star Trek characters belong to Paramount but I'm sure
Tom and Harry wouldn't mind if I take them out to play from time to
time! <g>
Intro: This is just a little something I wrote for fun over the
Thanksgiving holiday and so there's not much of a plot in this.
<Plot? What plot?>
Archiving: May be archived at R'rain's Slash Archive and PKSP and
on this website only.
Feedback: I love getting feedback so please e-mail me any comments you
may have on this story!
Warning: This is a m/m story, specifically about P/K, so if that bothers
you please read no further. If not, enjoy!
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"Don't you just love the sensation of that on your fingers,
Tom?" Harry asked as he pressed up against Tom's muscled
back, tiptoeing behind Tom to peer over those broad shoulders and trying to
see how Tom was doing. He planted a quick kiss on Tom's nape while
he was at it.
"Easy for you to say. You're not doing all the work," Tom
complained. His fingers were beginning to get cramped.
"But don't you love the rhythm of it? Your hands going in
circles over and over it again. Going up and down. Rubbing and stroking
its surface until you finish one then starting all over again." Harry
was waxing rhapsodic about it since he didn't have to do it this time.
"Didn't I do this yesterday?" Tom asked.
Harry lightly slapped Tom's ass. "Don't try to talk your way
out of it. You very well know I do this for you almost every night so I
figure now it's your turn. Turnabout is fair play. Besides, I want to
see you do it this time."
"But you do this so much better than me." Tom turned his head
and tried to kiss Harry who was still pressed up against him.
"Didn't you have to do this all the time when you were single?
You should be used to doing this by now," Harry teased.
"I didn't have a whole lot of choice back then. That's why I
wanted to live with you. I thought you'd want to do this for me,"
Tom wheedled.
"I enjoy doing it for you, Tom, but I'm just so tired
now. Please do this for me," Harry said, grinning slyly behind Tom.
"I just want to watch you."
"Sure, enjoy it while you can Ensign Kim," Tom glowered
at him as his fingers continued to work, rushing now to finish.
"I will, Lieutenant Paris," Harry grinned. He leaned
back, enjoying the sight.
Tom groaned in exultation. "Finally! All done!" He wiped his
hands and turned to face his lover. "Don't I get a reward for
doing this?"
Harry smiled broadly and opened his arms wide open. Tom immediately
rushed into it and buried his face in Harry's neck.
Almost immediately their mouths found each other, Tom's hands
holding Harry's face steady while he ravaged the younger man's
mouth.
"Gods, Tom," Harry moaned as Tom's hands went lower
down his body, "I thought your hands were tired from all that rubbing
you did. Let me do this."
"No way, love. My hands aren't that tired," Tom retorted as
he moved more vigorously on Harry.
"Yes, please, yes, faster. Tom, Tom...." Harry groaned into
Tom's mouth as he climaxed into Tom's expertly moving hands.
Tom kissed Harry, a pleased look on his face. He loved seeing Harry's
face at the moment of climax, knowing he was responsible for giving Harry
so much pleasure.
Harry returned the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Tom's
waist. He laughingly looked up at Tom as his hand determinedly moved lower
down Tom's body. Tom arched up against his hand. "Gosh, Tom,
if I'd known that this is the reward you want for washing the dishes,
I'd have you do it every day!"
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C'mon now! Confess! What did you really think Tom was doing
in the beginning? <bg>
I would appreciate any feedback and thanks for reading my story! I hope
you enjoyed it!
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