The BLTS Archive - A Night of Firsts second in the Of Love & Logic series by Yvette (yvette@ecn.net.au) --- Harry Kim woke up slowly, stretching lazily in bed with his eyes still shut and his mind somewhere between asleep and awake. As his left arm felt the empty space in the bed beside him, however, he came fully awake. "Tuvok?" The mental link was very new and seemed tenuous, but the Ensign knew even before the sound of his voice echoed in the empty bedroom that Tuvok was not here. Concentrating, he sent a mental query to his absent lover, and was rewarded by an undefinable but reassuring mental response. Somehow Harry understood through the mental reply to his query that Tuvok was exercising - (or meditating? he really had to practice with the link, as accurate images were hard to comprehend) and would join him later. The Lieutenant and the Ensign had spent several hours in deep discussion the previous evening. Tuvok had wanted to be absolutely sure that Harry understood the implications of having a sexual relationship with an already bonded Vulcan, and his calm explanation of the physical demands that would be placed on his lover during the Pon farr made Harry's mouth dry to think of even now. Then Tuvok had touched Harry's face with the long fingers of both hands, and their mental link was forged in those moments. The whole mind-staggering experience was still too much for Harry to think about. Tuvok said that it would be weeks before the images in his mind could be completely processed, and the link become strong enough for the two to communicate fully. Shaking his head bemusedly, the naked Ensign slipped out of his bed, and padded towards the shower. His mental clock never failed to wake him in plenty of time for his bridge shift, so there was no need to hurry. As the hot water pounded down on his body, Harry's expression held a decidedly dreamy smile, as he remembered the events of the previous night. The smile turned to a cheeky grin, as an idea occurred. Concentrating hard, once again, he bought the images of the previous evening to his mind, and at the same time, the hand currently soaping his body began to move in a far more erotic pattern than before as he began to stroke his ever-present morning erection. Who would have thought that Tuvok's controlled facade would be such a turn on? His face had been totally expressionless the previous evening as he efficiently stripped the aroused Ensign, but the erotic images the Vulcan was mentally communicating left Harry in no doubt of Tuvok's own aroused state. Harry's fumbling hands had removed Tuvok's uniform with far less grace than his own uniform had been removed, but then they were both naked and Harry's hands had spanned the sides of Tuvok's neck and head to pull his face down to meet his urgent kiss. Tuvok's dry comment in the Turbolift had suggested that he lacked experience in the art of kissing, but nothing could be further from the truth. That stray thought had crossed Harry's dazed mind as his mouth was thoroughly explored. Tuvok's hands had shaped the Ensign's bare buttocks, cupping and stroking Harry's behind as his tongue led Harry's on an erotic dance inside their open mouths. Pressing his body hard against the Vulcan's, their erections had pushed against each other as hips began moving in sensuous rhythm. Harry's hands had begun an exploration of their own, stroking the taut muscles of Tuvok's back, and shaping that taut, firm behind before moving around to the front of Tuvok's aroused body . . In the shower, Harry's breath was coming in short gasps, as his hand moved faster over his straining cock. Although he was leaning back against the wall of the shower with his eyes closed, the rush of cool air on his chest as the shower door opened and Tuvok stepped into the stall with him was no surprise, thanks to the mental link. The mild thought that he was too close to orgasm to provide adequate stimulation for his partner was communicated instantly to Tuvok who solved the problem by turning the Ensign around to face the wall and reducing the temperature of the water by a good 30 degrees. Harry groaned as the Vulcan pressed the hot length of his body joining them from back to thigh and he arched his neck to give Tuvok's demanding mouth better access to the pulse point at the base of his throat. Talented fingers were lubricating his ass and one long finger entered, then two. Harry was moaning constantly now, and one hand crept down to stroke his own throbbing cock. Tuvok's hand reached down to stop Harry's and place it once again against the shower wall as the blunt tip of his cock entered the younger man. Pushing in gently, he placed his hands over Harry's against the shower wall and began to thrust slowly. Harry was so close now that words were impossible to form but his mind screamed /-Oh God, *please*, Tuvok!-/ That vague message was apparently understandable to his lover who was thrusting deeper now, powerful thrusts that rocked the Ensign's body as one hand steadied himself on Harry's shoulder and the other closed around the Ensign's throbbing cock to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Their mental link complete now, the powerfully erotic tendrils of Tuvok's thoughts wrapping around Harry's own as they became truly one, mentally, emotionally and physically in an explosive simultaneous orgasm. It was several moments before Harry had calmed down enough to verbalise his current emotional state. "Wow!" Harry's grin as he turned and slumped back against the wall of the shower widened as Tuvok efficiently soaped himself clean under the running water, and then performed the same service for the young Ensign with no expression other than one raised eyebrow as dark eyes followed his handiwork, and came to meet Harry's amused and loving gaze. "I do not believe that 'Wow' adequately describes my thoughts at this moment," was the calm reply as both men stepped out of the shower and towelled themselves dry. "I had thought that you were unaware of the effect your musings would have on me. I see now that your - invitation - was deliberate". "Should I consider myself chastised, Tuvok?" came the teasing reply, as Harry lead the way back to the bedroom and began to don his uniform. "There are appropriate times for such communication. You interrupted my morning workout. I trust you will restrain yourself in future" "No." ". . . . . . . . . . . . ? " "Tuvok - I'm not about to schedule sex with you. Between your duties and mine, it's going to be hard enough spending time together and I'd like to have *some* spontaneity in our relationship" "I will teach you some Vulcan meditation techniques that will assist with your apparently insatiable human sex drive," came the dry response. "I'm not a Vulcan, Tuvok! I can understand that you don't want 'public displays of affection' but I *would* like regular private displays, thanks very much! I *love* making love with you! And I'm not about to ration myself because that's the way you do things. I'm happy to meet you halfway, but you have to bend a little, too." Both officers were fully dressed now, Harry in his uniform and Tuvok back into his workout gear. "I must return to my quarters to change before my bridge shift starts. We will continue this discussion tonight". Whilst his tone and expression were matter-of-fact, Harry felt the mild but definite feeling of irritation that was being directed at him mentally. Suddenly, somehow, the high that had come from the sex dissipated, leaving Harry feeling unaccountably disappointed and a little tired. "Fine, Tuvok - we can talk later," he said flatly. Tuvok paused at the door, taking in the *very* clear mental message that he was getting from the younger man. Crossing the room, he stood in front of the Ensign and raised his right hand to Harry's face. His index and middle finger joined, and traced a gentle line down the side of Harry's face as he looked into the younger man's stilled gaze. Harry could almost feel the door open in his mind, as Tuvok mentally communicated a strong feeling of tenderness towards the Ensign. The wide smile transformed the younger man's face, and the emotions that accompanied it transferred themselves back through the mental link to Tuvok, whose gaze softened for an instant, as he dropped a light kiss on the tip of Harry's nose, then turned, and left the room. It was some time later when Harry realized that he had been staring off into space whilst his mind replayed that moment of mental contact. It was too late then to do more than grab a piece of toast from the messhall which Harry munched on in the Turbo lift on the way to the bridge. He arrived a couple of minutes late for his shift. The Captain was not on the bridge, but Chakotay's curious look bought a blush to Harry's face as he hurried to Ops and relieved Ayala from the nightshift. Tom, also, had swung around from his position at Conn to cop an eyeful of Harry's flushed features. His eyes met Chakotay's before swinging back to face his board, the two lovers having their own form of communication on the bridge. Whilst the short scrutiny was only going to be a forerunner to curious questions in the lunch break, Harry was thankful that this morning was Tuvok's meeting with his security staff. --- "Didn't see you at Sandrine's last night, Harry." Tom's casual comment as he joined Harry at a table in the Mess Hall during lunch returned the heightened colour to the younger man's face. "I had some things to do, Tom." He attacked the pink sludge with every evidence of enjoyment, hoping to avoid the inevitable. "Something come up, Harry?" The oh-so-innocent question was accompanied by a look brimming with mischief. Tom knew him *way* too well. A reluctant grin played at the corners of Harry's mouth. "Yes". "Yes?" "Yes". "Now, don't try and keep secrets from your best friend, Harry - you *know* you'll feel better if you just tell Uncle Tom every little detail..." "You're impossible, Tom". "So Chakotay tells me at least once a day. Now don't hold back, Harry. It'll only give you indigestion". "Just how does Chakotay put up with you?" "He loves my inquiring mind. I'll bet you and Tuvok did it with the lights off and he thanked you politely afterwards". "You're an asshole." "Did you have to tie him down? I just can't imagine Tuvok doing something so undignified without at least a token struggle". "Shut up," Dark brown eyes met laughing blue ones then, and Harry said firmly, "it is none of your business." "Okay, okay! I just want to make sure you *are* enjoying this." Harry's grin was practically blinding. "Yeah, Tom. I'm enjoying it. End of subject." "I'm pleased to hear it. I mean, Tuvok's a tough customer, and I think he'd really hurt me if I was forced to go and beat him up for treating you bad. It's lucky I'm with Chakotay. We'll both take him on if we need to". The words were lightly spoken, but the message was clear, and Harry showed his appreciation by stealing Tom's dessert which had been left unguarded. Tom's retaliation had them both laughing as they exited the turbo lift for the rest of their shift. Unfortunately, they picked one of those particularly quiet moments on the bridge, and stepped onto the bridge and into the full glare of three lifted eyebrows and three varying expressions. Both men blushed to the roots of blonde and black hair respectively and hurried to their posts. --- The afternoon shift required little more than constant monitoring of some subspace anomalies that had registered on sensors two days previously. The work was tedious, requiring little mental input, and so Tuvok devoted a substantial amount of thought to his relationship with Harry. Tuvok had always been intrigued by the fact that Harry was one of the few humans on board Voyager who had no difficulty being himself with the Vulcan. Humans tended to use more formal speech patterns when around him, and had a tendency to sit or stand straighter when in his presence. That both Neelix and Kes habitually chatted with him, and indulged in both 'gossip' and 'small talk' upon occasion, was unsurprising. They had no previous experience of Vulcans to draw upon. It was agreeable, then, to find that Harry Kim had no trouble communicating in his naturally friendly and open manner when talking to the Vulcan. It was that open manner that had first attracted the Vulcan. Subsequent conversations had lead him to the realisation that the young Ensign had an intelligent, curious mind and placed high importance on the human concepts of friendship and loyalty. His work on the bridge was impressive for one so inexperienced, and Harry was both tenacious and thorough. Whilst all excellent qualities for a bridge officer, those same qualities made for a passionate and exciting lover, Tuvok mused, noting his marginally increased heartbeat and immediately compensating with the Vulcan controls he had learnt from a very young age. It was one thing for Harry's undisciplined mental link to disturb Tuvok, who had the ability to adjust. It was quite another thing for any stray thoughts of Tuvok's to disturb the young Ensign, who was currently hard at work. Tuvok dispassionately locked away all personal thoughts of Harry Kim in the back of his mind, and began to run a level one diagnostic on each of the systems at his board. --- It was some hours later, nearing the end of the afternoon shift, when the Captain asked him to see her in the Ready Room. It was immediately apparent from her expression that the Captain was disturbed about something. "Please have a seat, Tuvok", she gestured towards the couch, and sat down herself. "Chakotay tells me that you have begun a relationship with Harry Kim". "I had intended to inform you myself, Captain. Is there a problem?" "What on earth were you thinking, Tuvok?" The Captain's tone of voice and expression stopped just short of outright anger. "I do not understand, Captain". "Tuvok - Harry is a *child*. He doesn't have the emotional experience to cope with an intimate relationship with a Vulcan. Aside from the fact that he's still in love with his fiancee on Earth - he is a junior officer on the bridge, Tuvok!" "Captain, I -" "For God's sake, Tuvok - I cannot even believe you've done this. Please tell me you haven't initiated a sexual relationship with him yet." "I am unable to tell you anything of the kind, Captain". Tuvok's tone was even, but his long term friend had no difficulty reading the offense he was taking at her words. "Oh, my God!" Kathryn Janeway breathed, staring in consternation at one of her oldest friends. "Captain - I do not understand the problem. Ensign Kim is an intelligent man, and we discussed the matter thoroughly. It was a mutual decision to begin the relationship." The Captain took a deep breath and rose from the couch to pace the room. "Tuvok, Harry Kim is possibly the single most vulnerable of all of my officers. When someone of your years and experience takes an interest in him, particularly during a time when his two best friends are otherwise engaged in relationships of their own - it's conceivable that someone as naive as he is might mistake a feeling of gratitude for something more serious." "Captain, Ensign Kim and myself are linked mentally. I can assure you that his feelings for me exceed gratitude". The Captain met Tuvok's gaze, her expression resigned. "If the two of you are linked, and have begun a - sexual relationship, then there's not a lot I can do about it. I just wish you had discussed this with me first, Tuvok. Dismissed." Tuvok rose from the couch, wanting to reassure his friend, but unaware of how to do so. "Captain - I can assure you that I would never deliberately hurt Mr Kim". "I know that, Tuvok. It's the unintentional harm that you might do that worries me". --- Later that night... --- Harry had been waiting for Tuvok in his quarters since his shift on the bridge finished. Twice he had sent tentative mental queries to Tuvok, not wanting to interrupt Tuvok's concentration on the bridge, but knowing that there was nothing major happening that required the senior Lieutenant's presence. Was Tuvok avoiding him? Only Tom and Chakotay were aware of the relationship - although the First Officer would almost certainly have informed the Captain by now, and Harry had assumed that to be the topic of conversation between her and Tuvok in the Ready Room. Surely she wouldn't be against it, would she? I mean, Tuvok was her oldest friend on board, she trusted him with her life. No - it wouldn't be that. "Kim to Paris." Might as well see if Tom was free to play a game of pool or two at Sandrine's. "What's up, Harry?" "Are you busy? I thought you might be up for Sandrine's." A pause, and then "Sure Harry, we'll meet you there in fifteen minutes". Damn. It was obvious he'd interrupted some of Tom and Chakotay's rare time together. Harry thought of telling Tom not to worry, but his need for someone to talk to over-rode the guilt, as he hurriedly changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt, and headed for Holodeck Two. Tom and Chakotay took more than fifteen minutes to arrive at Holodeck Two, and when they walked in, Harry's guilt resurfaced instantly. Chakotay looked as calm and centered as always but Tom looked like flushed as he smoothed down his slightly damp hair and joined Harry at the Pool Table. "Gee, Tom - been on a diet?" Tom was wearing a casual shirt that obviously belonged to his somewhat broader lover. "Too much sex, Harry - burns up the calories," was Tom's unfazed reply. Harry grinned as he watched Chakotay hand a cue to Tom with a telling glance before taking one himself and racking up the balls for a game. "So, how're things, Harry?" Chakotay's gentle question was accompanied with a searching glance as he lined up his cue for a shot. Harry blushed, knowing instantly what Chakotay was referring to. "Fine, Sir." "We're off duty now, Harry - you can call me Chakotay." Tom had suspected that Harry needed something more than just friendship at the moment, and was content to let Chakotay work his subtle form of counselling on the young Ensign. "Sorry - Chakotay. Everything is fine, really." Harry wondered where the hell Tuvok was as he took his shot. Tom had remained leaning on the bar, his cue stick at his side as he watched his lover and his best friend play. They were the only crewmembers in Sandrine's at the moment, so there was no-one to overhear anything they shouldn't. "How are you and Tuvok doing?" "Well, we haven't really been together very long. . . " Long enough for Harry to start feeling pissed off that Tuvok was ignoring his silent messages. Where the hell was he when Harry was left to fend for himself against Chakotay's inquisition? And what the hell was Tom doing, just standing there, watching? "Vulcans have a completely different outlook to relationships than humans do, Harry. I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to talk to you before things got so - serious - between the two of you. When Tom told me about your conversation I planned to come and have a chat with you but I obviously miscalculated the timing. I know the Captain is quite concerned as well." So that explained Tuvok's absence. Harry could just imagine the conversation that had taken place in the Ready Room, and was beginning to feel more than just annoyed. So everyone thought they knew better than the naive little Ensign, did they? "You didn't miscalculate. Things just happened a little faster than I expected - than I hoped. Besides, I am old enough to make these decisions for myself, Chakotay, despite what everyone seems to think." There was no pretense at playing pool now, as Chakotay faced the Ensign squarely over the table. "Harry - there's an enormous age difference between you and Tuvok. He has a lifetime of experience over you, a marriage, a wife that he's going to return to when Voyager gets back to the Alpha Quadrant. How are you going to feel if that happens tomorrow?" "Frankly, Chakotay, right now I think I'd feel pretty pissed off. With all due respect, *Sir*, my relationship with Tuvok is neither yours nor the Captain's business. Last night I made love to a man I care very deeply for, who is obviously so under the Captain's thumb that he can't even face me after the Captain interferes in something that hasn't anything to do with her!" Harry practically spat the last sentence out, glaring at the Commander, rank forgotten as his anger took over. "I called Tom because he's my friend, and if I'm having problems with Tuvok, he's the one I want to talk to. God knows I heard enough about *you* when the two of you began a relationship! I don't need counselling, Chakotay. I need everyone to keep their stupid opinions to themselves! If I'm making a mistake, it's *my* mistake to make. I am not a child anymore and I'm sick of everyone treating me like I'm one! Thanks for your *company*, Tom". With that sarcastic comment, Harry stormed out of the Holodeck. --- Tuvok was still recalibrating systems at the security station on the bridge when he heard the unmistakable message from Harry. /-Tuvok. My quarters. RIGHT NOW!-/ He turned to the officer whose shift this really was, and handed over, departing the bridge via the turbo lift. On the way to Harry's quarters he contemplated, not without some measure of pride, the speed with which Harry had become used to the mental link enough to send accurate thoughts, words and images through. Tuvok had felt the Ensign become gradually more annoyed as the evening progressed, and was curious as to how Harry would deal with his emotions. Like every relationship, parameters and guidelines needed to be worked out early on. Tuvok knew enough about his young lover to know that, despite popular opinion, he was strong willed enough to stand his own ground and make demands of his own. Thus, he was not adverse to provoking a situation like this one early on in the relationship, just to give Harry an opportunity to test his boundaries. Keying in Harry's access code, he entered the Ensign's quarters silently. Harry was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, as Tuvok stood before him, several feet away in the typical Vulcan stance - legs slightly apart, arms behind his back. Harry was not in the mood for pleasantries. "Why didn't you answer me before?" "I was otherwise occupied". The tone was indifferent, but the accompanying mental tone was amused. "Have a nice chat with the Captain, did we?" Tuvok raised an eyebrow at the syntax, and curious eyes met Harry's as he sent a mental query. Concentrating now, Harry formed in his mind the picture of Chakotay's searching questions, Tom's worry, and the reported concern of Captain Janeway. His own feelings of irritation were wrapped up in the image, giving Tuvok an excellent understanding of Harry's current emotional state. He also received loud and clear the message that Harry had thought Tuvok to be avoiding him due to a dressing down from the Captain, and whilst his face did not change expression, his mind returned an amused mental image of young Harry defending his relationship with the capable Vulcan from the prying eyes of his superior officers. Harry's face was far easier to read, and the mental image made him chuckle. The humour was fast turning into something else, though, as he understood the freedom the Vulcan was giving him to truly be himself within their link - test both their limits. His eyes met Tuvok's gaze for a long moment, and then travelled slowly from the Starfleet issue boots, up the long legs, lingering momentarily on the crotch, over the hard muscles of his stomach, then traversing the muscled chest hidden from view by the uniform, up the shapely neck, stopping at the luscious mouth, and finally ending by returning to that steady gaze. Along his erotic trip he had been sending some *very* clear mental images to his older lover and he could feel Tuvok's arousal as it melded with his own. His burning gaze still holding Tuvok's, Harry spoke quietly, putting almost all of his concentration into the mental link between them. "Take off your boots." Tuvok complied, but the casual way he toed off each boot, eyes never leaving Harry's as his arms remained behind his back, was one of the most erotic scenes Harry had ever witnessed. "Uniform." Expressionless, Tuvok released the catch on his uniform, and peeled it away from his body, pushing it down to his knees, and straightening to, once again, toe off the jumpsuit and kick it out of the way. Socks followed and Tuvok straightened, his erect cock clearly outlined under regulation boxers. Tuvok's facial expression would have been right at home on the bridge, but Harry was more turned on than he had ever been in his life. Shifting on the couch slightly, he undid the clasp on his jeans, and unzipped the fly in order to give his erection more room. "The rest of it." Tuvok lifted the uniform undershirt and his own undershirt off together, and slid his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer shorts, efficiently removing them and tossing them to meet the rest of his uniform in an untidy heap on the floor. Harry truly appreciated that touch, knowing that, through the mental link, Tuvok had understood that neatly folding his clothes would have wrecked the mood of the game. Burning up now, especially upon seeing the highly aroused state Tuvok was in, Harry was ready to move things a lot further along. Knowing it would amuse Tuvok, his final order before 'retiring' from the game was simple. "You may." Why should it arouse him so much to see Tuvok's mouth quirk in the smallest of smiles? The older man dropped to his knees in front of the couch, and silently removed Harry's shirt. After unlacing Harry's sneakers and removing them and the socks, he sent a mental comment to the Ensign as he pulled his jeans and underwear off in one strong yank. -/It would be quicker if you were simply to be naked when I enter your quarters, Harry.-/ Understandably, the mental image that *that* comment evoked bought a strong reaction from the younger man. Sliding off the couch, his body brushing Tuvok's all the way down to his knees, Harry reached up to capture the Vulcan's mouth with his own, tongues duelling as he explored the depths of that hot warmth. Tuvok's hands were busy, one stroking the Ensign's buttocks, the other wrapping itself around the erection that pressed up against his own. It was Harry holding them together, stroking Tuvok's back as he kissed and was kissed, the blood coursing through his body as his arousal threatened to overwhelm him, the feel of Tuvok's hand on him, stroking him, touching him - almost too much. Pulling away from Tuvok, he struggled to control his thoughts long enough to get to the bed, assisted by Tuvok who pulled him to his feet and to the bedroom with a haste that rarely seen by the Vulcan. And then they were on the bed, long bodies intertwined, impossible to tell where one started and the other began. Harry moaned as Tuvok's mouth alternately sucked and nibbled on his nipples. Impossible to concentrate as the mental images came thick and fast and the connection swirled between them. He needed more, though and his hands pushed Tuvok's shoulders down as his mind sent a hazy but urgent message to his lover. Tuvok's mouth had reached the beginning of the thin line of hair that pointed to Harry's straining cock, and his mouth kept up the assault on Harry's body as the Ensign pushed harder on his shoulders, wanting the Vulcan's mouth on his cock - wanting that heat enveloping him, sucking him. Finally, blessedly! Harry's cock was swallowed into that hot, wet, cavern and it felt so good, so incredibly - "Janeway to Tuvok." For a second, both men froze at the interruption before Tuvok answered, knowing that the Captain's computer screen would display his location when he replied. "Yes, Captain?" "Please come to the bridge, Mr Tuvok. We're picking up a ship on our sensors and I think it may be Kazon." "On my way, Captain, Tuvok out." Harry's erection had dwindled with a speed he wouldn't have thought possible minutes before. As he pondered the possible medical treatments for 'blue balls', his rational mind could only think of one response. It may have been the mental connection, but Harry was shocked as hell when it was Tuvok and not himself who spoke the feeling aloud. "Fuck." Within minutes, Tuvok was dressed and on his way to the bridge. His lover remained naked, on top of his bed, suffering from an overwhelming and extremely undignified attack of the giggles. A night of firsts, indeed. --- continued in the third story of the Of Love and Logic series 'Seduction'