Whipped Cream and Handcuffs
by Terranfem
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June 1999

Introduction: Somebody sent me a joke last April that listed actual sayings spotted on t-shirts. One of the sayings included, "You. Me. Whipped Cream. Handcuffs. Any questions?" And I just couldn't get the whipped cream and handcuffs part out of my mind!!! So naturally I had to use it in a story! This story was supposed to be a very short piece of fluff but <sigh> who knew that it would turn out to be a LONG piece of fluff? The things I do for the Boys! <g>

Disclaimer: All Star Trek characters belong to Paramount. No copyright infringements intended.

Warning: This story involves the Voyager guys, Tom Paris and Harry Kim, in a loving relationship. If that bothers you, then don't go further. This also contains a bondage scene. Very mild though. Totally no redeeming social values and no plot. That's why this is in the "Totally Silly Series" section of my website. I just wanted to drive Tom and Harry out of their minds! <eg>

Feedback: I'm not totally happy with this version yet and I'll probably do a little more tinkering on this one. But for now, I'm pretty happy with it. Any and all constructive comments/praises are welcome!!! Flames are not.

Archiving: This will be archived only at my own website. Please do not archive anywhere else!!! Although I'm not sure why you would even want to archive this at your site! <g>

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"Tom? I'm home!" Silence greeted him in the darkened quarters. "Tom?" he called out again.

"I'm in the bedroom, Harry," a voice sleepily responded.

Harry paused for a moment at the doorway to enjoy the view of a newly-wakened Tom looking quite delectable as he stretched languidly among the rumpled bedsheets.

"Hi there, sweetheart," Harry greeted softly.

"Hey," Tom smiled back, rubbing at his eyes. He stretched out a hand. "I missed you. It was getting a little lonely in here."

"It's only been three hours since we saw each other," Harry teased but didn't resist when Tom pulled him down on the bed.

Tom lightly brushed his mouth over Harry's lips. "I know but those were three long hours," he murmured, gazing hungrily at Harry's mouth then quickly fastening on it.

The paper bag Harry had been carrying fell unnoticed to the floor as the younger man concentrated on the delicious softness of Tom's lips, deepening the kiss until both had to pull away to get some air.

"I have a surprise for us," Harry said tantalizingly, as he picked up the paper bag but kept it hidden behind him.

Tom's face lit up expectantly. "Ooooh… what kind of a surprise?"

"Hey!" Harry cried out when Tom did his damnedest to shove Harry aside. "You'll see what it is soon enough," Harry promised and quickly attacked Tom's lips with more kisses, successfully distracting the pilot from his pursuit of the paper bag. With mouths still attached to each other, Harry impatiently pushed aside the blanket and groaned with desire at the discovery of a naked Tom. Eager fingers fondled the pale pink nipples and in seconds, Harry's mouth was nibbling on the little nubs of flesh that hardened under his tongue. The ensign smiled as the pilot arched up helplessly against his mouth.

"Harry," Tom groaned, hands buried in the dark sweaty hair of his lover, "Get naked NOW!"

The ensign quickly complied, the Starfleet uniform unceremoniously unzipped and tossed heedlessly aside, while Tom lay back with passion-glazed eyes, enjoying the view of all that golden skin. A slight "oof" was heard when Harry pounced on top of him again.

"Much much better…" Tom growled when Harry ground his hips against him, wrapping one slim thigh around Harry's hips.

"You feel great, Tom," Harry crooned appreciatively, nuzzling his lover's throat. It was only with a great effort that Harry remembered he had something different in mind for tonight and moved off Tom.

The rustle of the paper bag caught Tom's attentions and blue eyes widened as he glimpsed the metallic gleam of the object Harry had brought out.

"Tom, will you let me?" Harry asked shyly, expressive dark eyes conveying that he would not go through with it if Tom didn't want to. This was the first time he was going to do it and he wasn't sure how Tom would react.

A teasing grin lit up Tom's face. Oh wow! Their sex life had just gotten a lot more interesting! Harry sure was getting more adventurous and friskier. But he knew Harry wouldn't do anything that could hurt him. He noticed Harry was looking worried now at his silence and he gazed deep into those beautiful dark eyes and nodded trustingly, wordlessly raising his arms above his head.

Overwhelmed, Harry kissed him. "I love you," he said fervently.

"I love you, too."

With excited, trembling fingers, Harry carefully slipped the handcuffs around Tom's wrists and clicked them in place, planting soft kisses down Tom's arm, loving the small sighs of pleasure that particular act elicited from Tom. "That's not all I have," he promised in that mysterious tone again.

"There's more?" Tom asked eagerly, interest piqued, craning his neck when Harry rummaged around the paper bag again.

The paper bag rustled noisily again and Harry retrieved a clear plastic bag filled with something white and creamy. The bag was cone-shaped and had a metallic thing at the tip.

"What's that?" Tom asked curiously. He only hoped that Harry wasn't planning to stick that thing inside him.

Harry smiled and straddled Tom's hips. "It's nothing too wild or kinky," he winked. He propped the cool metal tip on Tom's chest. "I stopped by the Mess Hall to pick up a quick snack and found a couple of these in the refrigeration unit. I figured Neelix wouldn't miss it if I took one." Harry squeezed the bag and a small amount of white gooey stuff oozed out of the metal-tipped bottom. He swiped it with his finger and held it in front of Tom's mouth. "Taste it," he coaxed.

Just knowing that the white goo came from Neelix's kitchen made Tom hesitate - who knew what strange concoctions their cook and morale officer had come up with - but Harry wouldn't let him taste anything that was bad so Tom bravely stuck his tongue out and let the tip of his tongue touch the white goo. He quickly reclaimed his tongue and squeezed his eyes shut. A microsecond later, his eyes flew open. "Whipped cream!" he exclaimed delightedly.

"Yes, and you will be my dessert," Harry growled and claimed Tom's mouth in a fierce kiss. Oxygen seemed to be a precious commodity by the time Harry finally wrenched his mouth away. His hands groped for the icing bag and pointed it at Tom's chin.

Tom shivered involuntarily as the whipped cream hit his skin. "It's cold," he complained but promptly shut up when Harry slowly leaned forward, dark eyes gazing deep into his own. "Ohh…" he arched his neck at the touch of Harry's mouth as it thoroughly licked Tom's chin clean.

"You taste so good, Tom," Harry groaned. He sealed his mouth over Tom's and their tongues dueled frantically until he captured Tom's tongue and sucked on it.

"Harry," Tom moaned, eyes snapping open in surprise as Harry switched from licking to light nipping.

"More?" Harry gasped, reaching for the whipped cream icing bag.

"Please," Tom begged. Fingers clenched helplessly on air when his throat was targeted next, the white goo piped down the column of his throat. Tom felt he was going to burn up with each hungry swipe of Harry's tongue. He closed his eyes helplessly as it trailed downwards toward his chest, planting soft tiny kisses along the way. He whimpered in protest when all movement suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes to find Harry grinning down at him, icing bag in hand. Tom's throat worked convulsively when one erect nipple, then the other, was circled again and again with whipped cream until it was totally covered. Tom shivered in anticipation at the ravenous look in Harry's dark eyes.

A throaty cry of "Yes!" erupted from Tom and he arched off the bed when Harry suckled and nibbled Tom's cream covered nipples. Harry knew how much this drove him wild and Tom was an incoherent mess by the time Harry released one well-suckled nipple with a sated groan.

"You're driving me crazy, Harry," Tom ground out.

"Do you want me to stop?" Harry asked as he nuzzled his cheek on Tom's soft chest hair that was now glistening with perspiration.

"Hell, no," Tom panted. "Don't stop!" His heartbeat thundered loudly in his ears and he wondered if Harry could hear it. He groaned in approval when Harry shifted lower and his cock rubbed against the cleft of Harry's ass.

"Now?" Tom thrust his hips upwards hopefully at Harry.

Trying to get his own breathing back under control and ignoring his now throbbing erection, the ensign regretfully shook his head – not yet. He moved off Tom's thighs and urged them apart, the whipped cream bag at the ready. He knelt between Tom's ankles and, leaning forward, carefully applied whipped cream along the inner thigh, up the calf, the ankle and then the big toe.

"That tickles!" Tom chuckled as he attempted in vain to stop his thigh from twitching reflexively. Harry smiled up at him for a second but didn't stop. Soon, an identical strip of whipped cream was lining the inside of Tom's other leg.

"There!" Harry smiled triumphantly as he put the final touches of whipped cream on Tom's toes. "Looks like I have a bit of cleaning up to do," he licked his lips in anticipation of the task at hand. He wrapped his hand around Tom's ankle and lifted it. "Ummm …." he grunted as he sucked ferociously on the toe.

"Harry! Oh gods!" Tom groaned heavily and jerked desperately at the handcuffs. Harry alternately sucked and licked on his toe, his mouth sensuously moving back and forth on it. Tom couldn't believe that having your toes sucked could be incredibly erotic but it was! The little nerve endings in his toe was sending messages of pure pleasure bolting up to his brain and cock, hardening him just a little more. Then Harry's tongue was trailing down his ankle, slowly making its way up the inside of Tom's thigh.

Tom writhed and groaned under Harry's ministrations, blue eyes tracking the progress of the dark head moving up his thigh. He undulated his hips suggestively but to his utter disappointment, Harry stopped short of where Tom wanted him to go. "Damn, Harry, please!" lamented Tom when Harry replaced Tom's cream-free thigh back on top of the bed and lifted Tom's other leg up on his shoulder. The bedroom echoed with more moans when Harry's mouth claimed his toe, and the nerve endings fired off more pleasure signals. Tom squeezed his eyes shut. He felt his brain was going to overload on pleasure as Harry licked his way up the inside of his leg, lapping up more of the cream in the process.

Harry rested his head on Tom's thigh when the last of the whipped cream was finally licked away. He panted for breath. He looked up from between Tom's legs and his heart quickened with desire when Tom moaned his name. His head bounced on Tom's thigh as Tom raised his hips in a silent invitation for Harry to take him. And Harry knew he couldn't resist anymore. He rested his elbows on Tom's thigh and leaned forward, letting the sweaty strands of his hair brush against Tom's swollen member that swayed gently in the air.

"Harry," Tom cried out desperately. The hair strands were like a thousand tiny fingers brushing torturously against him. He groaned as Harry lowered his head and he felt the touch of his lover's tongue on his heated skin.

"No whipped cream for this," Harry decided as he delicately licked Tom's balls, rolling it over and over on his tongue. "I want to taste you 'au naturel'."

"Yes, yes …whatever you want, Harry. Please!" Tom begged.

Harry planted his tongue firmly on the base of Tom's cock and slid his tongue upwards then delicately sucked the leaking tip. Relishing the taste of Tom. He closed his eyes in ecstasy. So good! So good!

"Please, Harry," Tom begged.

A gentle hand replaced the tongue around Tom's hard cock, and the velvety flesh was leisurely rubbed up and down, sending bolts of undiluted pleasure careening throughout Tom's body. When Harry started nibbling on the head, Tom took advantage of the situation and thrust his cock into the devouring mouth that opened wider and eagerly accepted Tom's offering.

Tom braced himself for one tense moment, knowing from experience what Harry's next move would be. Harry didn't disappoint. Tom howled with pleasure when Harry plunged downwards, taking as much of Tom's hot throbbing length as he could in his mouth. His hips were now moving up and down with increasing urgency, and he moaned as Harry vigorously ravished him with enthusiastic thoroughness.

"Yes… YES…." Tom screamed as he arched violently up into Harry's mouth and came explosively, filling the sucking mouth with Tom's sweet-salty creamy juices. Harry greedily sucked and swallowed every drop until Tom collapsed breathless underneath him.

Harry's chest heaved with the effort to breathe but still he continued nibbling on the warm flesh, loving the taste and feel of it and inhaling the musky scent. It wasn't until Tom murmured his name did he glance up into the blue eyes.

"I want to touch you, Harry," Tom implored, jerking at the handcuffs.

Harry glided up Tom's body, planting kisses along the way until finally he reached Tom's mouth. They kissed savagely, devouring each other's mouths. Tom greedily sucked on Harry's tongue, tasting himself.

There was an almost inaudible click and Tom's wrists were freed and he immediately drew Harry tighter against him. He grinned as he felt Harry's erection grinding against his belly and he reached between their bodies to stroke it, thumbing the tip and spreading the moisture along Harry's length. Harry had given him so much pleasure. It was his turn now to give Harry pleasure.

This time it was Harry's turn to groan as Tom took a firmer grip and sped up his motions. Harry thrust frenziedly into Tom's hand, seeking his own release but Tom had other ideas.

"Make love to me, Harry," Tom growled.

Harry stilled, looking deep into those blue eyes that were now dark with desire, and then kissed Tom fiercely. With one fluid motion, he had one sweaty thigh lifted over his shoulder. Then the other leg up was soon propped up on his other shoulder.

"Yes," Tom hissed, fingers clenched on the sheets as he tried to arch his hips even higher.

Eyes locked with Tom's, Harry swiftly positioned himself just outside Tom's body, his cock aching to be sheathed inside Tom's waiting heat. With a whispered "I love you", he surged deeply and fully into Tom's body, extracting groans of pleasure from both of them. He pumped rhythmically into Tom's body, groaning with each downward thrust and retreat.

Tom's knuckles were turning white as he tried to hold on to Harry's ass as his lover continued to pound ferociously into him. Oh gods! This was heaven! "Yes, love, yes," he panted until Harry's tongue invaded his mouth. "Harry!" was his muffled scream as his orgasm hit.

Feeling Tom tighten around him, milking his cock, triggered Harry's own orgasm and he yelled out as he came hard, pumping his hips with quick frantic thrusts as he emptied himself into Tom. Finally, he collapsed on top of Tom, breathless, drenched with sweat and completely sated. They lay like that for a minute, Tom's legs loosely wrapped around Harry's waist as they savored the connection.

Harry searched out Tom's mouth and they exchanged tender kisses, hands languidly caressing each other, their actions slow and gentle now. "Are you okay, Tom?" Harry murmured as he raised Tom's wrist to his mouth, kissing the slight indentations that had been left by the handcuffs.

"Wow," breathed Tom and pulled Harry down for another kiss. "It was wonderful… so intense…"

Harry smiled, relieved and pleased at the same time that it had turned out so well. Then he frowned when Tom gave a slight grunt of pain. "I hurt you…"

Tom stroked Harry's cheek. "Just a little sore but I'll live," he smiled.

Harry slipped out of Tom, feeling bereft at the loss of their physical connection, and immediately pulled his lover tight against him. "We're pretty sticky," Harry observed lazily as he rubbed at Tom's come that had spurted on both their chests and stomachs. "We should wash up or we'll be glued together tomorrow."

"Just wipe it off," Tom suggested sleepily. "I don't think I can stand up," he chuckled softly. He groped blindly inside the night stand and tossed Harry a small washcloth. Harry quickly wiped off both their bodies and settled snugly beside Tom.

Harry sighed as he felt Tom kiss him on the forehead. He smiled when Tom whispered, "Next time, my turn with the handcuffs." Harry nodded happily and then they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, legs twined with each other's.

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The next day, Neelix announced that there was a party in the Mess Hall. No special occasion. It was just one of those impromptu parties he liked to throw from time to time. Something to keep morale up, he said.

Never late for any kind of festivities, Tom and Harry arrived promptly and were chatting animatedly in the corner when B'Elanna joined them.

Neelix approached the group, bearing a tray filled with slices of cake.

"I'm sorry about the cake," Neelix apologized right away as he handed slices to Tom and Harry. "The icing is a little thin," Neelix pointed out. "I could have sworn I made an extra bag of whipped cream for the icing but maybe not. I think I'm getting a little forgetful now. Must be a sign of old age," Neelix joked a little self-deprecatingly.

B'Elanna chuckled and bravely forked a mouthful and was surprised that it was actually good. "Don't worry about the icing, Neelix. The cake is delicious!" she complimented the cook.

Neelix nodded delightedly. "Enjoy the cake then!" He saw several crew members pass by empty-handed and he rushed off after them.

B'Elanna paused in her eating of the cake when she realized that her companions were suddenly silent. She looked up and noticed that Harry's golden skin was turning dark and he was exchanging guilty looks with Tom. "What?"

Harry and Tom glanced sideways at each other and promptly looked away, embarrassed grins on their faces. "Nothing," Tom quickly answered but he was also turning red.

B'Elanna arched an eyebrow and her eyes flicked from the cake, to the two blushing men, then back to the cake again. "Let me guess, one of you swiped the whipped cream?" she asked and pinned the pilot with a knowing look, clearly implicating him as the culprit.

Tom held up his hand in swift denial. "Hey, don't look at me!" He gestured with his head towards Harry.

B'Elanna whirled on the now thoroughly blushing ensign. "Harry? You took the whipped cream?"

Harry nodded sheepishly. "Shut up, Tom!" when the pilot started laughing a little louder.

"What in the world would you use whipped cream for? What did you do with it?" B'Elanna asked and burst out laughing when she caught Tom's eyes glinting impishly as he gazed lovingly at Harry.

"Let's just say that Harry used the whipped cream on a different kind of dessert," Tom volunteered. "And handcuffs were involved!" he whispered loudly.

"Handcuffs too? Harry!" B'Elanna exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief.

"What?" Harry blinked innocently but, unfortunately, nobody was buying his innocent act as he blushed some more.

"You guys never cease to amaze me," B'Elanna shook her head as she forked some more cake to her mouth. "Tell me one thing though…"

"What?" Harry swatted Tom on the ass when the pilot started laughing. Tom responded by wrapping Harry up in an embrace. Harry's hand remained on Tom's ass.

"I hope the whipped cream was put to good use and that you didn't waste any of it," B'Elanna quipped slyly.

Harry and Tom smiled broadly at the memory of last night, the whipped cream and the handcuffs, and it was Tom who answered with a very satisfied expression, "Oh yes, B'Elanna, it was definitely put to very good use!"

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