Lollipop
by Terranfem
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January 1998

Disclaimer: Harry Kim, Tom Paris and the whole kit and caboodle of Star Trek characters belong to Paramount. No copyright infringements intended.

Introduction: Story is a PWP with references to m/m sex, specifically between Tom Paris and Harry Kim of Star Trek Voyager. I just wrote this for fun (mine and the Boys) and hopefully you'll enjoy it too! :-) I just live vicariously through Tom and Harry. They seem to have more fun than I do!

Spoilers: Very minor reference to the "Mortal Coil" episode. I have no idea what age Naomi Wildman is so I picked a random number.

Archiving: My website and PKSP only.

Feedback: I really appreciate all comments and would love to get feedback!

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Crew members who wanted to attend or who weren't on duty were in Samantha Wildman's quarters. They were there to celebrate her daughter Naomi's 6th birthday.

Naomi merrily skipped about the room as she went about distributing candy party favors. She went over to the couch where Harry was talking with B'Elanna.

"Hello, Uncle Harry," she smiled. "Thank you for my gift!"

Harry swooped the little girl up unto his lap and bestowed an affectionate kiss on her forehead. "Happy birthday, Naomi! Did you really like it?"

Naomi beamed. "Very much! I love the doll!" She flung her tiny arms around his neck.

Harry returned the hug. "You're welcome." He deposited Naomi back on the floor. "Now what do we have here?" he mused as he perused the assortment of candy in the basket Naomi proffered up to him and B'Elanna. The chief engineer smilingly refused the candy but Harry reached in and his fingers closed in on his favorite candy, a rectangular-shaped, chocolate-flavored lollipop.

"Thank you, Naomi," Harry called out as the little girl sped off to greet some gift-bearing visitors. Harry peeled off the wrapper and popped it into his mouth.

Tom, chatting with Neelix a few feet away, noticed the lollipop in Harry's mobile mouth. His eyes were riveted as he watched Harry's tongue stroke the lollipop from bottom to top. How Harry's cheeks would cave in as he sucked on the hard candy.

Up. Down. Side to side. Over and over again. Blue eyes avidly followed the slick path coursed by Harry's tongue on the lollipop. Tom swallowed hard each time Harry would take out the lollipop to say something to B'Elanna, then suck back on it again. Tom had a very vivid picture of Harry sucking and licking on something much thicker and longer...

"So, what do you think about that Tom?"

"Wha-?" The lieutenant shook his head as he was suddenly brought back to earth by Neelix's query. Tom felt head flood his face at being caught thinking lusty thoughts about his best friend and he knew his face must be red as a tomato. Damned this fair skin of his!"

"I said, what do you think about my giving Naomi a diorama of the Great Forest as a birthday gift? It's not really the kind of gift one gives a little girl," Neelix patiently repeated, giving no sign that he even noticed the fierce blush on Tom's face.

Tom took several deep breaths and forced himself to concentrate on Neelix's question. "I'm sure Naomi would love anything you give her," he reassured him.

Neelix nodded. "Naomi seemed to like my stories about my people's Great Forest and I thought if she had one in her room it might comfort her when she's afraid." He patted Tom on the shoulder. "Thanks, Tom. I'll go get it right now."

"Sure thing. No problem." Tom watched Neelix walk away. Then he glanced over to the couch while raising his glass to his lips. Hmmm. . . B'Elanna was now talking with Chakotay. Where was Harry?

"Hey there."

Tom almost spewed out his drink as his friend spoke behind him. "Shit, Harry! Don't do that!"

Harry chuckled when some pink liquid splashed on Tom's blue shirt. "Nice party, huh?" he asked, waving his lollipop near his mouth.

Tom was close enough to notice that the chocolate lollipop had tiny bite marks on it. An image of an eager Harry down on his knees before him lightly nipping at him rose unbidden. Tom swore silently as he felt warmth creeping up his neck and face again.

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously as he saw Tom's face turn a dusky shade of red.

"Nothing," Tom quickly answered but then his eyes were drawn to Harry's mouth and the way his tongue flicked out to delicately lick the lollipop. Unconsciously, Tom licked his own lips too.

Harry saw Tom's intensely hungry gaze and he smiled in comprehension. "Anyway, what do you think of the party?" he asked again, an innocent expression on his face. He then slowly, very slowly, drew his tongue from the underside of the lollipop up to the very tip. He turned the candy and repeated the motion, his eyes on Tom.

Tom barely suppressed a moan. Was Harry deliberately teasing him? "The party's great," he answered. Control, Tom he admonished himself. He had to stop this train of thought but Harry was sure making it difficult.

"I'm hungry," Harry said. He put his lips on the tip of the lollipop and leisurely enveloped it into his mouth, sucking on it hard. He brought the lollipop out again and this time let his tongue swirl around and around the very tip of the candy.

Oh gods, Tom groaned to himself as thoughts of Harry nibbling and swallowing him flooded his mind. The sensations were overwhelming. His body stirred in response and he began to get erect. And he just knew that Harry was doing his damnedest to drive him wild with desire.

"I'm in the mood for something warm and filling," drawled Harry, taking another good long suck on the lollipop.

Tom was about to comment on the various dishes Samantha had prepared when he did a double-take. Whoa! Was Harry even talking about food? He got his answer when Harry pushed him behind a large potted plant and grabbed him close, their hips grinding together.

Harry placed the lollipop between their mouths and their tongues mated wildly around it.

"Harry, you know how to drive me out of my mind, don't you?" Tom accused.

Harry smirked knowingly. "I couldn't resist! Not after the way you looked at me like that." He dropped the candy into the pot. He seized Tom's lips again in a fierce kiss. "I want you," he whispered urgently.

"Not here," Tom whispered back.

"Why not?" Harry's hand caressed Tom's firm ass.

"This is Naomi's birthday party," Tom pointed out.

"Okay," the ensign agreed and released Tom. "I'll go first and then you follow." He stepped from behind the potted plant, pulling Tom with him. "Hey, Samantha," Harry called out when Samantha passed by carrying a tray of appetizers. "Something has come up. I have to go."

"Okay," she smiled. "Thanks for attending. Naomi loved the doll." Samantha hugged Harry with one arm then she moved on with her tray.

Harry turned to Tom. "I'll be waiting," he said softly. He waved goodbye to the captain and B'Elanna as he passed them on his way out. He looked back once at Tom and winked, then the doors closed behind him.

Tom approached B'Elanna and Janeway. "I forgot something I have to do. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you, Tom," B'Elanna said. Janeway nodded.

The pilot walked as fast as he could towards the doors as images of Harry waiting for him urged him on. But Naomi was at the door and he couldn't very well ignore the birthday girl who had her arms raised up to him.

Ignoring the painful pressure of his erection pressing tightly against his pants, Tom leaned down and picked up Naomi. "Happy birthday, little one." He kissed her fondly on the cheek.

"Thank you for coming to my party, Uncle Tom," Naomi hugged him close. "Is Uncle Harry it?"

"What?" Tom asked, puzzled.

"I saw you playing hide-and-seek with Uncle Harry behind the plant," Naomi said quite innocently, "and I thought Uncle Harry left because it was his turn to hide."

Tom laughed, a little embarrassed. "Oh that! Yeah, now I have to go find him."

But Naomi didn't let him go just yet. "Did you have some of my birthday cake? Uncle Neelix made it especially for me. It's really good and it's chocolate!"

Tom shook his head. "Not tonight, sweetheart. How about you save me a piece for tomorrow?"

Naomi pouted. "But it won't be my birthday tomorrow."

Tom sighed to himself but smiled at Naomi. "Bring on the cake!"


Ten minutes later he was dashing madly down the corridors. The doors opened at his approach. The lights were on but there was no Harry waiting for him.

"Harry?" Tom called out tentatively. He stiffened when an arm wrapped around his chest. Then he caught a whiff of Harry's scent and he relaxed against that body he knew so well. "Sorry I'm late," he apologized.

"Shhh. . ." Harry turned Tom around so they were facing each other. His breath held a faint trace of chocolate. A sexy smile crossed Harry's face that fairly took Tom's breath away. "You have some icing on your lips."

Tom reached up to wipe it off but Harry stopped him.

"No, let me." Harry leaned closer and put his tongue to work, thoroughly licking clean Tom's lips. "Sweet. . . You taste so good, Tom. I want to taste more of you."

Tom took Harry's hand and slipped it under Tom's loose tunic top. "I want to be in your mouth, Harry! Do to me the same things you were doing with that lollilop!" he breathed into Harry's ear.

Harry's fingers adeptly unhooked the fasteners on Tom's pants. "Anything you say, Tom. Can I have my something warm and filling now?" he smiled wickedly as he cupped Tom's throbbing shaft.

"You can have anything you want," were Tom's last coherent words before Harry's mouth encircled him and a mind-shattering orgasm followed soon after.

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