The Playground
by Terranfem
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October 1998

Introduction: Just Harry and Tom taking time off from their duties to play. Which means this story is a PWP. :-) If you don't like the idea of two men being in love, pass on this story. It's not for you. But if you love Tom and and Harry as much as I do, enjoy!

Disclaimer: All Star Trek characters belong to Paramount. No copyright infringements intended. This story, such as it is, is mine.

Archiving: This will be archived at my website. Okay to archive at the PKSP Story archive.

Feedback: I appreciate any feedback. I'm begging for feedback. :-) No flames though.

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Ensign Harry Kim groaned sleepily into his pillow. "Computer, what time is it?" he mumbled as his hand automatically traveled to the space beside him. He raised himself up one elbow when all his hand encountered was a computer padd.

"1030 hours," the computer responded.

Slipping out of bed, Harry activated the padd and read the message. Harry, meet me at Holodeck 2 at 1100 hours. I have a surprise for you. And dress casual. Love you. Tom.

Harry grinned in anticipation. Tom had been awfully mysterious about his new holodeck program - saying only that he wanted it to be a surprise. He quickly showered and debated what to wear. Finally, he decided on a pair of loose black cotton shorts that had a faded emblem of the Juilliard Youth Symphony on it and pulled on a green t-shirt. He swiped a comb through his thick black hair and he headed off for the holodeck.

The doors opened obediently for him as soon as he announced his presence. He frowned a little disappointedly when all he saw were the grids of the holodeck. The frown quickly disappeared at the sight of Tom and the snug white t-shirt that emphasized that muscled chest and flat abdomen. The exercise regimen was definitely working, Harry thought appreciatively. His eyes traveled downward and almost hyperventilated. Oh gods! He loved those tight blue jeans on Tom! It was so tight it looked as if they were almost spray-painted on.

Lieutenant Tom Paris turned at the sound of the holodeck doors swooshing open and waved at Harry to enter. "I'll be done in a second. Just some last minute programming." A few more taps on the computer and he was satisfied. "There." He walked towards Harry and kissed him lightly in greeting. "Good morning, sweetheart."

Harry returned the kiss. "I missed you this morning." His hand strayed to Tom's ass and squeezed. "You look great by the way," he murmured against Tom's mouth.

"Harry," Tom's voice was muffled as he tried to break the kiss. "Stop that!" he playfully swatted the younger man's roving hand away from his ass. "We'll have time for that later," he assured his lover.

"Promise?" Full lower lip stuck out in a pout.

"Promise," Tom said firmly, kissing the full lower lip until it no longer pouted. "Ready? Close your eyes then," Tom instructed when Harry nodded.

"Do I have to?" Harry teased in a whiny voice but quickly shut his eyes at a sidelong glance from Tom.

"Computer, run Paris Alpha Program," Harry heard Tom instruct the computer. He clutched at Tom's arm when the ground shifted slightly underneath. Still, he kept his eyes closed. "You can open your eyes now, Harry."

Harry peeked cautiously out of one eye first, then opened the other as he excitedly surveyed Tom's program. It was an old fashioned Earth 20th century playground, complete with sandboxes, swing sets, jungle bars, see saws and even some slides. A clear sparkling brook gurgled merrily nearby.

"You remembered!" he exclaimed delightedly. After seeing a playground while viewing one of Tom's vids about 20th century history, he had casually mentioned that it looked like a lot of fun. He had forgotten all about that remark but Tom had obviously filed the information away and did this for him! Tom was just the sweetest, most thoughtful. . . .

He flung himself at Tom and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Tom, it's wonderful! Thank you! I love it!"

The blonde pilot flashed a grin, thrilled at the success of his surprise. He burst out laughing, though, when Harry's stomach rumbled loudly.

"I hope you brought some food. I'm starving. I haven't had my usual morning meal you know." Harry looked meaningfully down Tom's body and waggled his eyebrows suggestively as he looked up at laughing blue eyes.

Tom chuckled and kissed Harry again. "You're insatiable! But I do love a man with a big appetite!" He tugged Harry towards a big oak tree. "C'mon, I've got a picnic basket over here."

An hour later, all the food had been eaten and the trash dumped into the recycler. Tom and Harry snuggled contentedly on the blanket, enjoying the quiet of their surroundings that was occasionally broken by the sound of the chirping birds and the rustle of the branches of the oak tree in the wind.

After a while, Harry was itching to explore the playground and try out the playground equipment. "I want to try the swing set!" He pulled Tom to his feet and half-ran, half-walked eagerly towards the swing seats swaying invitingly in the slight breeze. He settled down on the thick wooden seat and wobbled slightly as he tried not to topple backwards.

He extended his legs forward which pushed the swing seat high backwards where Tom stood. "Give me a push?" he asked, twisting to look at Tom.

"Okay!" Tom grabbed the swing seat and pushed it forward as high as he can. When Harry's momentum swung him backwards, he gave another great shove that sent Harry swinging back and forth quite vigorously.

Harry laughed as the wind rushed through his hair. "You should try this, Tom. It's fun!"

"I can think of something else that would be fun," Tom smiled, walking in front of Harry.

"Hey, Tom, watch out!" Harry yelled as his outstretched legs almost hit Tom. He dug his heels down on the ground to slow his swinging. Tom reached for the swing handles, effectively stopping Harry.

He leaned into Tom's touch, the gentle fingers caressing his hair, running through the windblown thick mop. His legs unconsciously parted and Tom fell to his knees between them. The younger man reached for Tom's chin and drew him closer for a kiss, black eyes seeing the desire radiating from those much loved blue eyes.

"Definitely more fun," Harry agreed softly as their lips met hungrily. He moaned into the kiss as Tom's hand snaked between their sandwiched bodies to stroke his erection through his shorts. "Tom," he gasped, "I don't think this is what they had in mind when they designed the swing."

Tom's blue eyes crinkled mischievously. "I'm just being creative." His hands moved sensuously underneath Harry's shirt and lightly rubbed the nipples that were already hardening under his touch.

"And I do admire your creativity," Harry sighed. "I'm a patron of the arts of Tom Paris." He groaned as Tom impatiently removed his shirt and his mouth descended to suck and nibble on his sensitive flesh. He let go of one of the swing handles to clutch at Tom's broad shoulder. "Oh gods, YES!" he cried out helplessly as Tom's hand slipped inside his shorts and firmly gripped Harry's member. "Faster, Tom!" he begged.

Tom delved deeper into Harry's mouth while he accelerated his hand movements. Harry bucked and strained wildly against him. "Tom!" the ensign wailed in disappointment when Tom released him. He was so close... "Don't stop...don't stop..."

"I'm here, sweetheart," Tom reassured his lover. He knew Harry was close to coming and he wasn't about to disappoint the guy! He moved backwards so that his buttocks rested on his heels. Locking heated gazes with Harry, he raised those slender golden thighs on his shoulders.

Harry tightened his grip on the swing handles, trying to keep his butt on the swing seat, his heart beating wildly as he straddled Tom's face.

"Harry..." Tom bestowed tiny wet kisses on the inside of Harry's thighs, punctuating each kiss by saying the ensign's name. His world narrowed and focused on that tempting bulge between Harry's legs. He nudged it with his nose and was gratified to hear an answering thrust and moan from Harry.

"Tom," Harry moaned softly as Tom pulled down the front waistband of Harry's loose shorts and reached in for the hot throbbing flesh. It sprang forth eagerly from beneath the clothing. He shivered as Tom's breath fanned his cock.

Tom looked up at again at his lover, his eyes dark with arousal. Without another word, the pilot leaned forward and began to suck and lick the tip of Harry's thickening shaft.

"Oh....please..." was all Harry could gasp as Tom's warm mouth enveloped him slowly. It felt so good! He thrust his hips gently into Tom's face. With that encouragement, Tom's mouth moved faster and faster. Harry shut his eyes as Tom thoroughly ravished him, the waves of pleasure crashing over him. "Oh gods. . . oh gods. . ." His knuckles whitened on the swing handles.

The swing set groaned and creaked more and more as their movements became more frenzied.

Deep groans burst from Harry's throat as his orgasm broke and thundered through him. His legs tightened briefly around Tom's face as Tom swallowed every drop that rushed out. His chest heaved as he panted for breath but Tom continued to tongue him, prolonging the orgasm. "You're incredible, Tom!" he finally managed to gasp out.

Tom licked Harry's member clean and finally released it. He planted a tender kiss at the tip then tucked it back inside Harry's shorts, covering him up. He gently eased Harry's legs off his shoulders and straightened his cramped legs. He pulled Harry off the swing and kissed him, letting the younger man taste himself. "And you were delicious, as always," he complimented his lover. He loved going down on Harry.

Harry relished the kiss, sucking on the tongue that had so expertly and lovingly given pleasure. He teetered slightly and he grabbed Tom's broad shoulders for support and he took advantage of it by engaging Tom in a kissing frenzy. He felt Tom's erection poking at his stomach and he realized he had some unfinished business to attend to. He cupped Tom's face and beamed at him. "I think creativity such as yours should be rewarded."

A grin split Tom's face. "And do I get to choose where and how to be rewarded?"

"Always, my love." Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Tom's waist.

"Let's see," Tom pondered as he surveyed the playground. He groaned as Harry started sucking on his throat and his own erection demanded insistently for attention. "Ah heck! I can be creative later! I want to make love to you now!" And with that, he attacked Harry's lips fiercely.

But Tom was wrong, Harry thought as he stretched languidly beside his now-spent lover. Tom had proven to be quite particularly creative that day. He chuckled. He didn't think he could look at that see-saw set in quite the same way ever again!

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