The BLTS Archive - A Matter of Control
fifth in the Of Love & Logic series
by Yvette (yvette@ecn.net.au)

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(c) Sept 1998

Intro:  Ah, Malissa.  Queen of Beta-Readers, who laughs at the funny
bits, stops me from using the same word six times in two paragraphs,
and generally fields the errors, inconsistencies and other bad stuff
before they reach you, the reader.  She deserves more than thanks,
but what can you do, huh?

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"It's just a matter of control," Harry declared idly, lying back on
the couch with a sigh of contentment.

Tuvok raised one eyebrow at his younger lover, amused.

"I do not recall any recent occasion where you have been able to
prolong your sexual enjoyment by delaying orgasm,  Harry."

Harry looked wounded.  "Well, of course not, Tuvok.  There hasn't
been any particular reason to.  But if I wanted to, I could hold
out."

"Really."  It wasn't a question, and Harry had no trouble reading the
lazy challenge in Tuvok's voice.

Harry looked over at Tuvok and smiled.  Tuvok had been reading a data
PADD when Harry bought up the topic, but he had obediently put it
aside when Harry had ordered him to.  Something Tom had mentioned
during lunch had got the Ensign thinking, and he wanted to share the
conversation with Tuvok.

Tom had made some comment about the length of his and Chakotay's
lovemaking sessions - the point being that he had iron control over
his body's responses.  Harry had laughed at the time, but the comment
lingered in his mind.  He and Tuvok had had a couple of marathon
lovemaking sessions, when Harry had come two or three times over a
period of several hours.  They had experimented with restraints, but
the whole idea of this was to control your own body - without
assistance in any way.

Suddenly keen to put his theory into practice, Harry got up off the
couch and walked over to the bedroom.  He looked  over his shoulder to
see Tuvok watching him bemusedly.  The Ensign sighed impatiently and
said, "Well, c'*mon*, Tuvok!"

His lover dutifully rose and  followed Harry into the bedroom.

---
The following day. . .

"Fifteen minutes or so?!  Harry Kim - man of iron!"  Tom laughed as
his friend blushed even harder.

"Well - I wasn't really trying," Harry declared, wishing he'd never
bought up the subject in the first place.

Tom snickered.  "It's probably just experience, Harry.  I  mean, you
are kinda young, after all. . . .."

Three tables away, Tuvok mentally rolled his eyes at that
inflammatory comment.  Tom Paris was clearly moments away from trying
to con his best friend, and it appeared that Harry was going to fall
for it one more time.  Tuvok was correct.

Harry stiffened at the insult, as Tom had known he would, and
immediately leapt on the defensive.

"Hey, I've had *plenty* of experience, Paris.  And let's face it ,
I'm fitter than you are - I could outrun you any day of the week."

Tom grinned.  "It's not exactly the same thing, Harry.  But I'll take
your word for it."

Harry grinned in response, camaraderie restored.  The friends
returned to their lunch until Harry remembered how the discussion had
begun.

"So, anyway - how long can you go with Chakotay?" he asked, in all
seriousness.

Tom thought for a moment.

"Without restraints?"

Harry nodded.

"So just me and Chakotay, no toys, no gags, no blindfolds, no other
stuff?"

Harry's eyebrows had risen to almost his hairline.

"Jeez, Tom - don't you guys ever just have sex?"

Tom laughed, but the blush betrayed him.  "Well, yeah - we just like
a little variety sometimes."

Harry nodded thoughtfully, trying to hold back a grin.

"Nothing extra.  Just you and him and a bed.  How long?"

"An hour."

"An hour? No way!"  Harry was incredulous.  Either Chakotay was a
lousy lover or Tom had ice in his veins.  He had a sudden thought.

"We are talking first time, right?  No quick, take-the-edge-off
climax - this is no sex for, say, 24 hours and then . . . . . . "
Harry trailed off, not even trying to find a way to finish the
sentence when he knew that Tom would come up with something way more
outrageous than anything he could think of.

"Down and dirty?  Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am?  Hole in One?  Getting.
. . "

Harry interrupted Tom, laughing, "Okay - all of that!  Now just
answer the question, and remember - a week's credits are riding on
this."  It was two weeks until Tuvok's birthday and the extra credits
would go towards an extra special night for them both.

Tom raised an eyebrow, amused.  There were times when Harry seemed to
get more naïve with each passing year.  The kid would never win this
one.

"One hour. No extras, just me, Chakotay and a bed."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"It has to be a full-out effort on Chakotay's part, though.  You'll
need to make sure of that, otherwise it wouldn't be fair."  Tom
raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, and you'll have to do the same with Tuvok.  Otherwise we could
just concentrate on *them* and delay things that way."  Tom wasn't
about to tell Harry how many times he had come just from bringing
Chakotay off with his mouth.

"Absolutely."  There was no way Harry was going to admit to coming
just from hearing Tuvok's quiet moans as he sucked him dry.

"Hang on a sec!"  Tom glanced around, noting Tuvok sitting across the
other side of the room, seemingly engrossed in the data PADD he was
reading while eating lunch.  He looked at Harry suspiciously.

"How are you going to keep this from Tuvok, anyway?  It's hardly fair
if he knows all about it through your link."

Harry frowned.  "He doesn't read my thoughts unless I want him to,
Tom.  That would be rude.  He can sense my emotional state all the
time - so I guess he'll wonder why I'm feeling so triumphant when I
win, but that's it unless I allow it,"  he finished with a smirk.

Tom lightly cuffed Harry on the head for his impudence, and the two
continued to eat, debating the finer points of the bet.

Three tables away Tuvok was wondering how long it would take for the
two friends realised that there was still a major problem with their
plans.  It wasn't long.

"Oh - hell." Tom looked up at Harry, eyes wide.

"What?"

"How are we going to get an accurate time from this,  anyway?  The
computer could do it, but it would need voice commands to know when
to start and when to stop."

Harry thought for a moment. "Okay, we can program the computer to
begin timing when it hears a certain phrase -  something we can use
when things start to heat up."

Tom interrupted, "Yeah - but we'll have to make sure that we're
timing from the beginning of the actual *sex*, otherwise it won't be
exact."

The two continued to discuss the problem, and agreed on a solution.
Pleased with the final arrangements, the friends left the mess hall
after agreeing to wager one week's worth of replicator rations on the
outcome.  Both were keen to prove their iron control, and so the
practical part of the bet would take place that same night.

---

Harry wondered briefly if Tuvok was toying with him, and then
dismissed the thought as rampant paranoia.  He waited impatiently on
their bed for Tuvok to finish doing whatever the hell he was doing in
the main room and join him again.

The computer had been programmed to begin timing when Harry said the
words, 'Make love to me, Tuvok.'  It had seemed like the best option
to go with, something he could easily say when they began their
lovemaking, and also a sentence Tuvok himself was unlikely to use.
Only it hadn't worked out that way.

They had prepared for bed, Harry scrupulously waiting until they were
naked and Tuvok was kissing him before giving the computer the
command.

"Make love to me, Tuvok."

Harry felt guilty practicing this deception as a part of their
lovemaking, but Tuvok was marking his neck in a familiar fashion and
that was fast taking his mind off it.  Until Tuvok  stopped.

"I believe I have left the monitor on in the main room, Harry.  Please
excuse me for a moment."

And saying that, Tuvok got up off the bed and went into the main
room.  Harry remained dumbfounded on the bed for a  moment, before
quickly remembering he would have to turn off the timer.  Feeling
completely ridiculous Harry whispered the pre-programmed command.

"That was great, Tuvok".  He lay back down on the bed to wait for
Tuvok.

The Vulcan returned to the bed, lay down beside Harry and ran a hand
over Harry's chest, before returning to his  previous occupation of
kissing Harry's neck and throat.  Harry thought frantically of a way
to repeat the timer command without sounding completely absurd.

"So *now*, could you make love to me, Tuvok?"

At least the timer was on, and Harry could lay back and  enjoy Tuvok's
ministrations.  One long-fingered hand skimmed his body, heading for
his cock, only to stop at his  stomach.  Harry groaned as Tuvok ceased
his nibbling and  got off the bed again.

"God, Tuvok - what *now*?!"

"There was a malfunction in the security grid today, Harry.  I should
set the privacy lock on the door manually."

Harry waited until Tuvok left the room again, sighed, and repeated
the signal to cease timing.

"That was great, Tuvok."

So far it had been anything *but*!  Still, Harry knew how private
Tuvok was, and it didn't surprise him that the Vulcan wanted to be
sure they wouldn't be interrupted.  Just as  Tuvok re-entered the
bedroom, Harry glanced at the chronometer beside the bed.  It would
be a less accurate time than the computer would give, but at least he
wouldn't have to wait until Tuvok had left for work before he could
find out what time he'd made.

The chronometer read 11.03pm.

Tuvok lay down once again beside Harry, and began their lovemaking
for the third time.

Harry allowed the kisses, enjoyed the hand that roamed over his chest
and abs, but pulled away when Tuvok would have kissed him on the
mouth.  "You're *sure* you've done everything, Tuvok?  No last minute
reports that have to be written right now?  Don't want to take a
quick shower, maybe?"  Harry was all too aware that having to repeat
himself in this farcical fashion was getting out of hand.

Tuvok raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised at Harry's sarcasm.

"I do not believe there is anything further to delay intercourse,
Harry.  I apologise for not being prepared earlier."

A quick flush of guilt threatened to give the game away as Harry
struggled to keep it from showing on his face.  Tuvok  would feel it
through their link, but would hopefully think it was from using
sarcasm on his lover.

Harry slid one hand around the back of Tuvok's head, pulling him
closer.  Before their lips met, he said, "I'm sorry - it's just that
I really want you to make love to me, Tuvok."

As the Vulcan's lips met his, Harry silently vowed never to use that
phrase again.  It was getting way beyond a joke.

The first kiss was gentle, but Tuvok quickly picked up the pace.  A
wave of heat threaded its way straight to Harry's  groin when Tuvok
left his mouth one more time and started on his neck.

Tuvok's mouth moved from his throat to the base of Harry's  ear, and a
hot tongue snaked out to trace the lobe.  Harry  moaned softly as the
lobe was tugged gently between  Tuvok's teeth.  This always heralded a
more aggressive approach on the rest of his body.   Harry felt the
familiar surge of lust as Tuvok's hands began their magic on his
body.  He concentrated hard on *not* coming.

Easier said than done. Oh, God - so much easier said than done.
Tuvok was licking his nipples now, with that frown of  concentration
that he got during lovemaking that was almost  enough in itself to
make Harry come.  The long minutes of licking turned to sucking, and
then to nibbling.  Tuvok read  his body like a book, knowing just how
long to take over his nipples, knowing that biting was too much -
licking got them hard like they were now, and signalled the beginning
of the  serious business.

Harry arched under Tuvok's mouth despite himself, wanting the feel of
that tongue and those lips on his skin, knowing he had to hold back
if he was going to prolong his climax.  Right about now, Tuvok would
usually take his cock in one talented hand and begin stroking it.
Strangely, this night he  did not.  Instead the Vulcan continued his
oral assault, one hand instead just stroking the inside of Harry's
upper leg.

Harry wanted badly to touch his lover, but knew what sort of effect
that would have on his own body.  His cock was hard now, not leaking
much yet, but it would soon.  He felt light-headed with arousal, his
body gearing up, heavy with anticipation and the driving need to be
touched *more*, to be fucked *now*.

"Oh, God, Tuvok. . . . . . .." Harry pushed on Tuvok's shoulders,
wanting to stop the insidious waves of pleasure that were  making his
cock throb.  Tuvok resisted his efforts, holding Harry off with ease
and moving further south with his mouth.  Harry's cock began to leak
and he moaned when Tuvok ignored it and went straight to his balls.

The heat threatened to overwhelm him as Tuvok tongued his balls
thoroughly, pulling them each entirely into his mouth and sucking
softly.  The feeling was incredible - the heat of Tuvok's mouth and
the firm suction nearly doing Harry in there and then.  Surely they
had been making love forever - he had to be well past Tom's record
by now.  Harry groaned with the effort of trying to rein in his
desire, and sat up in bed pushing Tuvok off his body, trying
desperately to get himself under control again.

Tuvok was looking at him with concern and curiosity

"It's okay, Tuvok - I just. . . . . .  I just wanted to make it last
tonight, that's all."  Harry pushed Tuvok gently down on the bed, and
lay almost on top of him, his cock instinctively  reacting to the firm
surface of Tuvok's thigh by throbbing  even harder. Harry stilled his
natural desire to thrust only by  pulling back so that his cock wasn't
in contact with Tuvok's body.  Tuvok took advantage of the momentary
lapse in  concentration and followed Harry's body back down on the
bed until they were back in their original positions, Harry on  his
back and Tuvok half on top of him.  "There is no need for
self-denial, Harry - you will be able to function again later."
Tuvok's murmured reassurance didn't help Harry's state of  mind at
all, nor did the tongue that was insinuating itself in his left ear.

Harry pulled away again, needing to get away before Tuvok had him
coming without even touching him.

"No, Tuvok, I just need . . .  a moment."  Harry was feeling dizzy
from arousal and his body was sending urgent signals about forgetting
the stupid bet and just getting on  with it.

The Vulcan considered his request for a moment and then pulled back
from Harry himself.

"Perhaps you wish to cease completely?"  The tone was  mild, but Harry
could see the familiar shutters coming down on Tuvok's expression and
cursed himself and the bet silently.

"No!  Tuvok - no. . . . . . .." The bet assumed that each partner
would be giving his all to make their lover come, and denying Tuvok
this was, in fact, cheating.

Harry sighed, and lay back on the bed.  He traced Tuvok's mouth with
one finger gently and smiled.

"Okay, Tuvok - do your worst."  And with that, sent every bit of love
and reassurance he could through their link.  Tuvok, reassured as to
Harry's motives, did precisely that.

Still holding Harry's gaze, Tuvok reached over for Harry's hand and
placed it on his own cock.  Harry gasped, his eyes  following his
hand, and he watched as Tuvok used his hand  to stroke the hard flesh.
The familiar feel of Tuvok's cock sent a wave of ecstasy over his
entire body, and his own  cock began to ache.  Tuvok hadn't even
touched him there yet, seemingly intent on his own pleasure.  It was
a turn-on  like no other to see his reticent lover using him so
intimately, allowing him this incredible liberty.

He was almost at flashpoint when Tuvok's hand left his and  began
stroking Harry's cock.

He felt like he'd hard for a year and his cock seemed to buck  under
Tuvok's firm stroking. And although he fought the feeling, Harry
could feel the familiar tightening of his balls that preceded climax.
Tuvok's cock was forgotten as the Vulcan picked up the pace on
Harry's cock, his hand moving down to grasp the base while he leaned
in and enclosed the head in his mouth.

The feel of lips and tongue on his cock head and the firm  stroking of
Tuvok's hand were enough to put Harry on the brink.  But it was
Tuvok's steady gaze on his as his mouth worked on Harry's cock that
sent the younger man over the edge.

"Oh God - Tuvok yes yes yes. . . . . . ..Oh God. . . YES!!"

The orgasm seemed to grab his entire body, starting at his balls, but
spreading the incredible pleasure throughout his  body as he arched up
and exploded into Tuvok's mouth.

He slumped back on the bed, thoroughly sated.

After that mind-blowing orgasm, it was a major effort to voice the
command that would end the timer.  This time, though, Harry really
meant it.

"That was *great*, Tuvok!"

Harry lay collapsed in a molten mess on the bed, unable to move -
utter lassitude overtaking his entire body.  An  overwhelming feeling
of guilt detracted from the pleasure of the incredible climax and
Harry silently vowed never to use his sex life as a betting tool
again.  Tuvok deserved a lot better than that.

Long seconds passed as Harry's brain slowly ticked over that last
thought.  Tuvok.  His eyes popped open as he suddenly thought to
consider his lover.  Tuvok was lying alongside him, head propped up
on one hand, watching Harry.

"God, Tuvok - I'm sorry.  You were amazing!"  Harry leaned over to
kiss his lover, feeling energized all of a sudden.  The bet was over
and done with, he felt like he had held out for hours and proved
himself - now it was time to pleasure Tuvok, and hopefully make up
for what he'd done, even though Tuvok would never know about it.

Harry smiled up at his lover, saying, "Lie back, Tuvok - I want you
in my mouth."

Some shifting, and Harry was lying between Tuvok's legs,  mouth at the
ready just inches away from the hard black cock that had patiently
waited its turn.

Tuvok's hands were clasped behind his head as he calmly waited for
Harry to fulfill his promise.  The long-suffering Vulcan closed his
eyes and fought to keep Harry from feeling his amusement through
their mental link as he felt, rather than saw, Harry note the time on
the chronometer beside the bed.

It read 11.19pm.

It was not the best blow job Harry had ever given him, but it was
enjoyable, nonetheless.

---

Sixteen minutes, forty one point ten seconds.  16.41.10.  How was he
going to face Tom Paris with *that* result?  It was too embarrassing
for words.  Harry automatically keyed  in a command in the control
panel in the Jefferies tube he  was working in, grateful for the task
that kept him off the Bridge and out of Tom's way.  It was a
blessedly quiet area  of space, and the Captain was manning the Bridge
with a couple of very junior crewmembers, while the rest of the  crew
were spread throughout the ship seeing to maintenance and repairs.
It made a break from routine.

It wouldn't be long before Tom cornered him somewhere, though, and
Harry knew he wouldn't get out of this one.

Tom would want to crow about Harry's youth, his inexperience - his .
. . . . . . his. . . .. virginal state.  Might as well say it.
Compared to Tom, Harry *was* practically a virgin.  So he'd only had
two lovers before Tuvok - it didn't matter, did it?  T'Pel was
Tuvok's only lover before Harry and he'd been alive longer than Tom
and Harry put together!

Harry sighed impatiently at his errant thoughts, and returned to the
task at hand. Only moments later, though, he heard someone coming up
the Jefferies tube.  The hatch slid open  and Tom Paris' grinning face
peeked through.

"Hey, Harry - having fun?"

Harry sat back, giving Tom room to come into his section of the
Jefferies tube and sit opposite him.

"Yeah - it's a bundle of laughs.  I thought you were supposed to be
in engineering?"

Tom shrugged.  "The ship won't fall apart in the next ten minutes,
Harry.  I just needed a break from B'Elanna."

Harry smiled sympathetically.  "On a rampage, huh?"

"You'd better believe it.  I figure I have about half an hour before
she comes looking for me."

Harry mentally squared his shoulders.  Crunch time.

"So - did you break your record, Tom?"

It was clear that Tom knew exactly what he was talking about.  He
flushed, and looked anywhere but Harry's face.  "Oh, c'mon Harry!  Are
you still on about that stupid bet?"

Harry looked up at his friend, surprised.  Tom was bright red to the
roots of his hair, and trying hard to appear unconcerned.

A slow smile spread across Harry Kim's face as he took in the sight.

"Sooooo.  Had a little problem holding out, did you?"  Tom's
disgruntled face was answer enough and Harry smirked.

"A bit quick off the mark, Tom?  I hope you at least got undressed -
you know how those 'special' cleaning jobs can really eat away at
your replicator rations."

Tom grinned sheepishly.  "I didn't come in my pants, Harry.  Well -
not quite anyway."

Harry laughed at that, asking, "So come on, Tom.  Give me the details
- well, not *all* the details," he amended quickly, knowing Tom from
old, "just tell me what time you got."

Tom muttered something Harry couldn't quite catch.

"What was that, Tom?"

"I *said* it wasn't really a proper test, because we didn't really
spend the time on the bed.  And I was kinda tired last night, anyway
- and Chakotay was on some kind of *mission* . . . .." Tom trailed
off as Harry laughed helplessly at the litany of excuses.

"So - *how* *long*, Tom?"

Tom reddened further.  "Eighteen minutes, okay?  But I'm telling you
- I can do a lot better than that!  What did you get, anyway?"

Now it was Harry's turn to redden.

"Sixteen minutes."

Tom's jaw dropped, and he crowed delightedly.  "Sixteen  minutes?  I
thought you were really gonna *try* Har!  Looks like that's the best
you can do, huh?"

"Frankly I think it's more likely due to the fact that Tuvok is a
better lover than Chakotay!" Harry retorted.

Tom gaped, momentarily lost for words at the rank blasphemy.

"Tuvok is hotter in bed than Chakotay?  *Tuvok*?!"  Tom  was
insultingly incredulous.

Harry defended his lover with considerable emphasis.

"Tuvok has *decades* of experience, Tom.  Besides, he's a Vulcan.
You know how they are about doing things well."  Harry smiled
reminiscently.

"So how are we going to find out, anyway?  Swap partners?"  Tom had
moved from confident to belligerent, only belatedly considering that
the solution he had forwarded meant that he would have to sleep with
Tuvok.

Harry, on the other hand, was trying to imagine having sex with
Chakotay.

The two friends looked up at each other at the same moment, identical
looks of distaste on each face.  For a second it seemed as though
things would get heated between the friends as they defended their
lovers' respective  prowess, but the ridiculous nature of the argument
struck both at the same time and they burst out laughing.

Tom held up two hands in mock surrender.  "All right, Har -  let's
agree that we've each got an incredible lover and leave it at that,
okay?"

Harry grinned in response.  "Hand me that gel pack, Tom -  we might as
well get some work done while we're here."

The sounds of Harry and Tom laughing together and chatting as they
worked on the faulty gel pack echoed clearly into the forward weapons
array, where Chakotay stood, transfixed at the conversation.  So
*that* was why  Tom had worked so hard to delay his pleasure the night
before!  The little. . . .!  Chakotay grinned despite himself.  Tom
hadn't had much luck holding out, though.

Chakotay chuckled quietly to himself, thinking of the night before.
He looked up as Tuvok entered the small room and raised a finger to
his lips before the Vulcan could give away their position.  Tuvok
remained obediently silent, handing over a PADD with his report on it
to Chakotay.

In the Jefferies tube, the argument had been resumed, and Tom and
Harry sounded a little heated.  Harry's voice carried clearly to
where Chakotay and Tuvok were listening in.

"Look, Tom, enough of the Vulcan jokes!  I don't want to discuss my
sex life with you, but I'm telling you - Tuvok is a hell of a lot
hotter than Chakotay.  He is a perfectionist, after  all."

Chakotay grinned and raised an eyebrow at Tuvok, who remained
composed.

Tom's voice told of his incredulity.  "No offense, Harry - but you
have *no* idea what you're talking about!  I mean, lets face it, I've
had enough lovers to know when I've hit the major leagues.  Chakotay
is the sexiest guy onboard Voyager.  I'm sure Tuvok tries hard, but
he's a Vulcan!  *And* a security officer!"

"What's that got to do with anything?"  Harry sounded torn between
laughter and annoyance.

"Security officers are notoriously straight-laced, Harry.  They have
to take all of those psych exams just to get into a security
program."

Harry laughed.  "That's so that they won't let someone who's overly
*violent* be put in a position where he could abuse someone.  It's
got nothing to do with sex!"

"Yeah, well, security officers are paid to have no imagination.
Command officers, on the other hand, are encouraged to think
laterally.  And believe me, it makes a difference in your sex life
having a partner with imagination," Tom finished triumphantly.

Chakotay was trying hard not to laugh out loud at the expression on
Tuvok's face as they listened to the conversation.  Tom was truly an
original!

But Harry was talking now.

"You're full of it, Tom.   If we use that argument, you could say
that Chakotay is paid to look at the big picture - not the details.
Frankly, I'd rather have a lover who pays attention to every tiny
little detail, not just the end result."

"Torres to Paris."

Chakotay jumped slightly at the unexpected interruption.

"Paris here."

"Paris - I don't know where you are, but if you're not back here in
Engineering in five minutes, I'm going to put you on report.  And you
remember what Chakotay said would happen if you got put on report any
time soon?"

Tom appeared to remember that distinctly.

"Okay, okay - I'm on my way.  Paris out."

Chakotay and Tuvok remained where they were, listening to Tom leave
the Jefferies tube, followed by Harry, who had obviously finished
whatever it was he was doing.  When the hatch slammed shut, Chakotay
turned to look at Tuvok.

"Those two spend way too much time thinking about their sex lives."

Tuvok's expression was neutral.

"Mr. Paris has a rather unique view of the role of a security
officer."

Chakotay smiled.  "Harry doesn't seem to have much of an idea of
what a First Officer's job is either.  The question is, who's going
to win their bet?"  There was a definite challenge implied in the
question.

"I believe Mr. Paris will, once again, triumph."  Tuvok was clearly
implying that Harry would come first.  Chakotay reacted as expected
to the provocation.

"Oh, I don't know, Tuvok - I happen to think Harry will win this one
hands down.  What say we put a gentleman's wager on the outcome -
say, a week's worth of replicator rations?"  He didn't honestly
expect Tuvok to take him up on the offer, but much to his amazement,
the Vulcan agreed.

"Very well.  However, our respective partners have already waged a
similar amount of replicator rations on the outcome, so whichever
result occurs, one bet will balance out the other."

Chakotay mulled it over for a moment.

"Okay.  How about personal holodeck allocations for two weeks?  The
winner would have enough for an entire night in the holodeck."  It
was rare that anyone got an entire night in the holodeck, but with
four lots of holodeck allocations in all, it could be done.

"Agreed."

And with that, the Vulcan left.

---

This wasn't working.  With the confidence that daytime brought, Harry
had thought that if he had total control over  their sexual encounter,
he'd be able to put off orgasm.  That over-confident thought had led
to where he was now, behind Tuvok, fucking the hottest, tightest ass
in existence.  Harry's  cock was so hard it was almost painful and he
couldn't help but thrust into the welcome heat that enveloped him.
Tuvok  was on his hands and knees, legs spread to give Harry  access,
head bowed - quiet moans of approval as Harry thrust into him almost
driving Harry over the edge there and then.

It took an immense effort to pull out of Tuvok's body and signal his
lover to turn over.  Tuvok did so, eyes narrowed as he fought to
control his breathing and heart-rate.  Harry was aware that his
desperate attempts to delay orgasm were getting more and more
obvious, but he wanted those replicator rations.

Until now, Harry had been in control, but the effort of ignoring his
leaking cock and aching balls allowed Tuvok to switch positions.  The
Vulcan sat up, pushing Harry back  onto the bed, leaving Harry lying
on his back with Tuvok above him. Tuvok reached for the warm cloth
sitting on the table next to the bed, and began a sensual cleanup of
Harry's body with it.

Only Tuvok could turn a wash into something sexual.  The warm towel
in Tuvok's hands massaged Harry's cock, almost to the point of
climax.  Harry was on the verge of pushing Tuvok away when the Vulcan
put the cloth back on  the bedside table and started sucking on
Harry's nipples.  Harry gasped, and began mentally listing each
station on the bridge, in alphabetical order.  It helped some, but
not  enough.  He was on to Engineering when Tuvok inserted one
lubricated finger into his ass, and his concentration was such that
he almost lost it completely right there and then.  By some miracle he
held on, even when Tuvok began that light sucking on the very tip of
his cock, all the while thrusting inside him with two, and then three
fingers.

Harry was burning up, moaning and thrusting, inches away from climax.
He'd held off for so long his cock and balls were aching with need.
It took a mammoth effort to push  Tuvok away from his cock, and to
rearrange things so that Tuvok was lying on his back with Harry above
him.  Aroused  almost beyond anything he could stand, Harry maneuvered
himself so that he was straddling the Vulcan.  He was thoroughly
lubricated, Tuvok had seen to that, but Tuvok's  cock needed
lubricant.  Harry couldn't do it - he'd come immediately if he
touched Tuvok's cock right now.  Instead, he looked down at Tuvok,
crouched over the top of the Vulcan's body, silently demanding that
Tuvok take care of it.

The Vulcan frowned, but Harry ignored it, closing his eyes.  As he
tried desperately to get his arousal under control, he felt Tuvok
reach for the lubricant and coat his fingers.  The slight rocking of
the body beneath him told Harry that Tuvok was covering his cock with
the clear gel.

Harry reached behind himself to guide Tuvok's cock into his waiting
body.  As the hard flesh pushed past the ring of muscle, the
discomfort began.  Slowly - ever so slowly! - he lowered himself onto
the hot, rigid flesh, eyes closed in concentration as his arousal
faltered.  When Tuvok's cock  was fully encased inside him, Harry
paused for a moment.  His legs were aching at the unaccustomed
position, and his ass throbbed with the slight discomfort of entry,
but still his cock was hard and leaking from the sight of his lover
laid out before him. Tuvok's nipples were hard little rocks and the
frown of concentration on his face showed his difficulty at
controlling his own orgasm.

And then Tuvok began to move.  Shocked as hell, Harry froze in place
for a moment when the cock inside of him rubbed his prostate and the
unusual angle sent a wave of pure ecstasy through his body.  He
wanted so desperately to hold out but it was impossible as Tuvok
thrust against him again.  And then he was moving himself, working
his ass up and down on the rigid flesh, crying out each time as he
prostate was worked, his cock leaking copiously now.  His movements
got faster and he could feel his balls tightening, his entire body
stiffening as the climax was ripped from him.  Spurts of come shot
over Tuvok's body, and Harry cried out again when he felt Tuvok
thrusting and coming inside him.

It was over.  Harry collapsed in a heap on the bed, unable to move,
unable to speak, the bet forgotten.  Until Tuvok spoke.

"Computer.  Cease timer."

Harry practically jackknifed off the bed with shock.  He stood gaping
at Tuvok who was lying in the bed, watching him  calmly.

Harry struggled for words.  "You knew?"

Tuvok nodded, calmly washing traces of Harry off his chest.

Harry flushed bright red with embarrassment.  Suddenly, Tuvok's
actions the other night began to make sense.  He'd known all along -
God, he'd known what Harry was doing when he kept using that stupid
phrase!  Harry closed his eyes and crossed his arms across the front
of his chest, feeling extremely vulnerable all of a sudden.  Tuvok
had every right to be angry with him - and Harry had no excuse.
There was nothing he could say that would make it better, nothing -

"Come back to bed, Harry."  Tuvok's quietly spoken command made Harry
open his eyes and look again at his lover.  He obeyed the command,
climbing back into the bed  and into Tuvok's arms in the position they
always slept in.  They lay there for a few moments, until Harry
spoke.

"Sorry, Tuvok."

Tuvok stroked Harry's silky hair and felt the younger man relax
further.

"Go to sleep, Harry."

They slept.

---

In the messhall the following day, Harry stood Tom's crowing in good
stead.  Tom had won by less than a minute, but he wouldn't be Tom if
he didn't get in a few good digs about Harry's youth and
inexperience.

Harry handed over the weeks worth of replicator rations with a rueful
grin.  So much for Tuvok's birthday present.  He'd never have enough
to swap for some holodeck time now.

"Okay, Tom, you win this one.  What are you going to do with your
loot?"

"I think you're too young to know, Harry," Tom teased.  Friendship
intact, Tom and Harry continued to eat their lunch and laugh about
the latest gossip.

Several tables away, Chakotay handed over two weeks worth of holodeck
time to Tuvok.  The Vulcan took the chits without a word, and
pocketed them.  He turned the PADD he had been reading towards the
First Officer.

"I believe I have discovered the problem in the aft lateral sensors.
With adjustment. . . . . . .."

Chakotay interrupted before Tuvok could launch into an engineering
discussion.

"So just what are you planning on doing with all that holodeck time,
Tuvok?"  For once, the First Officer wanted  to get a rise out of the
stoic Vulcan.

Tuvok raised one eyebrow, pulling the PADD back towards him and rose
from the table.

"I believe, Commander, that you are deficient in the requisite level
of maturity to comprehend the answer to your inquiry."

The Vulcan left the mess hall, and Chakotay remained at the table for
several minutes longer.  Had Tuvok just told him that he was too
young to know?

Nah.

---

continued in the sixth story in the Of Love and Logic series 'Bad Timing
(or Will Kill To Fuck)'