The BLTS Archive - The Session first in the Of Love & Logic series by Yvette (yvette@ecn.net.au) --- The first indication Lieutenant Tuvok had of his student's feelings for him was the rush of desire he sensed coursing through the younger man's body. It happened following a strenuous bout of wrestling in Voyager's gym. Tuvok was demonstrating an attack from behind, with one strong arm wrapped around the younger man's chest, and the other hand resting lightly on his right shoulder. The move was designed to handle an assailant armed with a compression phaser or similar weapon. Tuvok's slightly taller frame fitted itself to the muscled body, his right leg curling around his student's to throw him completely off balance. As the two fell to the floor, Tuvok smoothly completed the move, finishing up lying on top of the other man, the uncharged compression phaser landing several feet away. As always, once the move was completed, Tuvok immediately rose to his feet and continued to lecture his student on his self-defense techniques. A smaller part of his Vulcan brain, however, noted for future reference the blaze of sexual desire he had sensed whilst their two bodies were entwined and the rush of embarrassment that had followed swiftly. "I would recommend, Ensign Kim, that you devote more time to your studies of self defense," Tuvok stated calmly, "Your reaction time was comparatively slow for a human of your age". "Uh, yes Sir - thank you for taking the time to -" "Your gratitude is unnecessary, Ensign," Tuvok interrupted, "As Chief of Security it is my responsibility to see that all officers are sufficiently adept in self defense. We will resume training tomorrow". Saying this, the Vulcan picked up his towel, and left the gym. His face flaming with embarrassment, Harry Kim sank to the floor and, head in hands, silently prayed to whatever God would listen, that Tuvok was not a touch-telepath. Many Vulcans were, of course, but Tuvok had never made any mention of similar skills, and he hadn't heard anything said and oh God please don't let him have felt that! The attraction Harry Kim had felt for Tuvok was nothing new. It had crept up on him without him even noticing. When Paris and Chakotay got together, suddenly Tom didn't seem to be available as much any more and with B'Elanna and Henley always off smooching somewhere in a corner, Voyager had gotten a little lonely of late. Harry had filled in a lot of hours recalibrating and retuning just about every Ops system he could, mostly with the assistance of Mr Tuvok, who had given the enthusiastic Ensign the gift of his time and patience. "Harry - what are you still doing here?" Tom Paris' friendly inquiry roused Harry from his orgy of embarrassment. "Praying," he muttered in reply, raising a hand to meet Tom's and allowing the pilot to pull him to his feet. "Turned religious, Harry?" "Well, I'm the closest thing to a monk that Voyager has," was the retort, as Harry smiled fondly up at his friend. "I mean between you & Chakotay and B'Elanna & Henley it's a wonder *any* work is getting done!" A flicker of concern touched Tom's blue eyes as he and Harry left the gym and headed for Harry's quarters. "You know, Harry - Chakotay's going to be working late again, and I've got those replicator rations I won from Baxter last week - what say we skip Neelix's latest offering and have quiet dinner, just the two of us?" "I've got some replicator rations of my own, too - we could go halves on some Thai, maybe?" Harry offered hopefully, touched that Tom recognised his need to be with a friend. "You're on - your place or mine?" --- "So - you gonna tell me what's up or do I have to beat it out of you?" "Like you could, Paris," Harry smirked, relaxing for the first time in days. "Well, if you tell me what's been eating you, we won't have to see, will we?" A deep sigh was his response, and Tom's features showed a concerned frown as he waited for his friend to tell him about how much he missed Libby, and how homesick he was. Harry was just a kid - too young to be stuck here in the middle of nowhere with his highschool sweetheart thousands of light years away. A prick of guilt brushed Tom's mind as he remembered how many times in recent months he and Chakotay had been too busy with each other to notice Harry's obvious loneliness. The problem was, he was just so incredibly straight-laced! Even Tom, who was normally very physically affectionate to his lover when he and Chakotay were off duty, found himself holding back when they were with Harry. No point embarrassing the kid, I mean he's - "I'm in love with Tuvok" *That* got Paris' attention with a snap. "You're what?!" "I can't help it, Tom. I used to, you know - with Libby's picture every night? Now just thinking about Tuvok is enough to drive me over the edge - I find myself daydreaming about us living together and talking and making love and. . . ." the words tumbled out now and the urgency in Harry's voice was enough to convince Tom of the sincerity of his feelings. He listened to Harry telling of late night conversations during Gamma shift as Tuvok told him stories of his experiences in Starfleet while they re-aligned the lateral sensor arrays. Heard about the breakfast sessions that were becoming a regular event as they discussed everything from quantum physics to the molecular biology. The enthusiastic Ensign and the serene Vulcan had apparently engaged in a number of heated debates on a variety of subjects and had argued philosophical and ethical questions for hours. Tom watched silently as Harry spoke, noting the light in his eyes, and the flush that accented his delicately beautiful features. God, he had it bad!! Then the young Ensign described the first time he noticed - *really* noticed just what a great body Tuvok had. Harry fell silent, immersed in his own thoughts now, of a lean, black body and deep, mysterious eyes, and long, capable fingers touching him, caressing him . . . "Harry - " The younger man's head snapped up, the flush deepening as he remembered where he was and recognised the knowing gleam in his friend's eyes. "Don't say it, I know - there's no way Tuvok and I could ever get together. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for this morning," Harry groaned with the memory. "What happened this morning?" "He was showing me that move I told you about - you remember? Anyway, his arms were around me and his leg tripped me up and we fell to the floor and he was on top of me and oh, Tom - for a second I couldn't help it I just wanted him so bad -" "So what'd you do, maul him on the floor of the gym?" was the half-teasing response. "Tom - he's a VULCAN! Our entire bodies were touching, he probably *felt* every thought I was having!" "Did he say anything?" "No, God he probably thinks I'm some raving sex maniac or something - I should've known not to touch him . . . " Anyone less like a raving sex maniac would be hard to imagine, Tom thought, amused, as he pondered his innocent-looking friend. "Well, maybe if you hang around long enough, you'll catch him during the Pon farr and your problems will be solved." "Solved? I don't even know when his Pon farr is due! Or if it works with someone other than his wife! I mean, they're bonded, aren't they? Maybe he can't do it with anyone else - anyway, I don't want to have to wait seven years to be with him, Tom! Don't Vulcans have the same urges everyone else does?" Tom's uneducated guesswork on the mating urges of Vulcans was to remain unspoken, as the door to Harry's quarters chimed at that moment. "Come in," Harry called out. The familiar form of Voyager's First Officer filled the doorway, his expression unsurprised to find his lover in Harry Kim's quarters this late at night. "Well - hi, handsome!" As always, Tom's teasing voice held an affectionate note as he rose to plant a quick, hard kiss on Chakotay's mouth. "You're just in time for dessert." Harry saw Chakotay's instinctive move to embrace his lover, and the glance at Harry which belayed the movement. Instead, the First Officer gently brushed his thumb over Tom's mouth, and pulled up a third chair at the table. "So what evil deeds have you two been planning all night?" His thoughtful glance took in the rather somber face of the young Ensign. Tom glanced over at Harry, a question in the look. Harry watched the pair of lovers, his heart heavy at the sight of two beautiful men who enjoyed each other so much and had something he would surely never have. "Nothing important, Commander," he replied, not wanting to drag the whole ship into his personal problems. Chakotay knew better than to probe, and with a quick glance at Tom, changed the subject to general ship gossip and the latest holovid playing in Rec Room 3. The lovers left some time later, the subject of Tuvok not raised again that night. Harry cleared up the remains of dinner, jealous of the intimacy that Tom and Chakotay would share that night. He got ready for bed, and eventually fell into a troubled sleep. --- Ensign Harry Kim was not the only one have difficulty sleeping that night. Tuvok lay in bed, exploring the revelation in the gym that morning. As he replayed the incident in his mind, there was no doubting the genuine emotion emanating from the Ensign. Not just sexual desire, but something more . . . Unlike his human counterparts, Tuvok's Vulcan brain did not waste time in soul-searching or recriminations. Vulcan's have the same sexual desires as humans, but throughout the passage of time learnt not only to control their bodies responses to sexual attraction, but also to ease sexual frustration through mental exercise. Of late, Tuvok had noted dispassionately that the images of his wife, T'Pel, were not as clear as they had been, nor as stimulating. This was to be expected. They had been physically separated for over three years, and the mental link had been tenuous since Voyager had come to the Delta Quadrant. Tuvok loved his wife, and always would, but Vulcan physiology demanded that he take a lover - at least for the Pon farr. To survive The Time of Mating, he would have to be mentally linked to one who was not T'Pel for the first time in his life. He had been linked to T'Pel since his teens, many decades ago, and Tuvok knew that when (if?) Voyager returned to the Alpha Quadrant, he and T'Pel would require the Vulcan equivalent of counselling before that link would recover completely. Taking a lover was logical, and necessary, and the Vulcan did not feel the slightest degree of human emotion at the thought that his wife would have to do the same. The problem was that Tuvok required a lover who would satisfy his needs, but who would also have the mental strength to move on with his or her life when Tuvok returned to his wife. Such relationships were not as uncommon as most humans might think - Vulcans had travelled the Galaxy for too many generations for this situation not to have occurred many times. If both lovers had the mental discipline, it was a relatively simple procedure to depart the relationship richer for the experience. The remaining link would be relegated to the back of each mind, like the warm memories of a particularly close friendship. Each would benefit from the experience of having had the relationship, but would not feel the devastation of a broken link. Tuvok's relationship with the Captain was similar to that final state. A close friendship, experiences shared - each being aware of the other without being mired in emotion. He had always considered the Captain to be the most likely candidate, but when he attempted to relieve the build-up of sexual frustration using the Vulcan mind techniques he had learnt so long ago, a very different person was beginning to figure in his imagination. In the Chief of Security's bedroom aboard Voyager, Tuvok was lying naked, on top of his bed. Breathing deeply now, his mind had worked through the first two stages of a deep mental trance, and was entering the third. The past two nights he had fought the image that had come to mind at this stage, and had not achieved the desired result. There was little point in continuing such an illogical action, however, so tonight he would let the images come. //The jet black hair was not neatly brushed back as Harry Kim habitually wore it whilst on bridge duty. Instead, heavy bangs fell over his forehead as he dipped his head to run a tongue along Tuvok's pointed left ear. His hands roamed the Vulcan's body, gently brushing the dark nipples and the warm, wet mouth moved down Tuvok's upper body, kissing and licking the ebony jawline, sucking on the Vulcan's throat then licking his way to those hard nipples.// Tuvok's rate of breathing increased, his cock stirring gently now. Aside from those two reactions, his body remained entirely still, the stimulation almost entirely mental. //Now his hands were running through the younger man's silky hair as the Ensign laved both nipples with his tongue. His questing mouth moved lower, and stopped to explore the Vulcan navel on his way to that hard, black cock. Tuvok moaned now, imagining a mental link with this most beautiful of lovers enhancing every touch, every feeling. Harry's hand was caressing his balls now, his tongue gently tracing the vein that ran along the length of Tuvok's penis.// Still, Tuvok's body remained completely still, except for a hard, throbbing cock with a drop of glistening fluid at the tip. And still, his hands did not move to relieve the pressure that was building . . //The mouth enclosed him completely now, sucking in a slow, steady rhythm. The physical sensations were incredibly stimulating, made all the more special by the mental link with that curious, eager mind….// In his own bed onboard Voyager, Harry Kim stirred restlessly in his sleep. His mind was filled with images farr more vague and confused than those currently occupying the mind of the Vulcan Lieutenant. Hands touching him, lips and mouth and tongue meeting his own for deep, urgent exploration of each others' mouths and throats, nipples oh god it was so hot hands stroking the very core of him a finger, then two gently stretching him mouths continued sucking and kissing and so hot so good licking every inch . . . .. //The climax was shattering - it had been so long since he had been with someone new, this fresh, eager mind and body felt so good so incredibly good . . . // Harry was still asleep, his hand moving over his cock in a practiced motion as he reached his own climax, the cum splattering his abdomen & chest evidence of his dream the following morning. Tuvok did not wake up to a messy bed the following morning. Instead, he rose from the bed following his orgasm, and efficiently washed all traces of it from his body before returning to bed to sleep. --- Harry was in a quandary. He was due in the gym later for a training session with Tuvok, but after that dream last night he didn't think he could touch that lean body without getting an erection. It certainly wouldn't take an empathic Vulcan too figure out what that meant! Tom had grabbed him this morning for breakfast in the Mess Hall as Chakotay was on an early shift on the bridge. "Harry - I told Chakotay, I hope you don't mind." "It's okay, Tom, I figured you would - you tell him everything else. What did he have to say - is he going to send me to the Doc for delusion counselling?" "Very funny. Okay - good news and bad news." "Gimme the bad news first." "Tuvok *is* a touch telepath." "Oh, shit." "Yeah - but the good news is that Vulcans have the same urges humans do. Apparently it's not that unusual for Vulcans to take a lover when separated from their bond mate for long periods. I mean, obviously the mental link thing works with humans or you wouldn't have all those Vulcan/Human marriages. Even better - they have sex just as often as humans do - it strengthens their bond or something." "You know, I thought the Captain was joking when she said Chakotay was the resident expert on mating rituals. What does he do, ask everyone he meets how they get off?" Tom grinned and replied, "Chakotay once had a Vulcan lover, a long time ago. He says the link is still there, buried in the back of his mind, just like the memories of an old friend. His lover married years ago, but it never really bothered him, because it wasn't like they split up, just drifted into a different type of relationship." "So - what was the sex like? I mean, do they do it like they do everything else? 'Cause my fantasies are all pretty intense - I wouldn't want to scare Tuvok away or anything." This serious remark from the innocent looking Ensign was enough to draw a shout of laughter from his friend. As heads turned in the Mess Hall, Tom leaned in toward Harry to whisper, "Intense fantasies, Harry? Tell me more!" "Shut up, you sexual deviant," was Harry's grinning reply. "I just want to know what to expect." "Well, I can't tell you what to expect from Tuvok, but I *can* tell you that not only did Chakotay learn some pretty amazing techniques from his Vulcan lover - he actually blacked out from the pleasure on one particular occasion." "He told you that?" "Well, it happens when he's with me pretty often, I'll have you know." It was Harry's turn to shout with laughter at Tom's smug response. "So what do I do? How do you tell a Vulcan you've got the hots for him?" The sudden blush on Tom's face was Harry's only warning as the familiar measured tones sounded over his left shoulder. "Ensign Kim, I have duties on the bridge and will be unable to continue your training session in the gym today." Tom's sympathy went out to his red-faced friend as Harry stammered out an appropriate response. Once more the Ensign's head sank into his hands as the Vulcan departed the Mess Hall. "Oh, God - just let me die now." --- The Bridge shift would never end. For the seventh time in the last hour, Ensign Harry Kim checked the chronometer at his station and prayed for his shift to finish so that he could go to his quarters and crawl into bed with a pillow over his head. His gaze never left the consoles in front of him and he silently thanked whoever was responsible for the quiet shift that did not necessitate interaction with the Security station. Tuvok, on the other hand, spent some time during the shift observing the obviously embarrassed young Ensign. He was *so* young, the Vulcan mused. Whilst the Ensign possessed an intelligent and inquiring mind, and had displayed a surprising strength of character for one so young, Tuvok did not want to enter into a relationship where he would have to call all the shots, to coin a human expression. He was beginning to think that if he and Harry did become lovers, he would stifle any spark of individuality in that young man, and he had no desire to share a mind-link with someone who would suppress their own wants and needs in order to accommodate his wishes. By their very nature Humans were a challenge in their very refusal to allow themselves to by swayed by the opinions of other races, and that was a major part of their attraction for Vulcans. Perhaps it was just as well that he had overheard the conversation in the Mess Hall. It was probably unwise to enter into a relationship with someone so young - he clearly needed someone more mature, someone who would take some initiative in the relationship. A pity - there was a strong physical attraction between the two of them, and it would be difficult to get the images from the previous nights' meditation from his mind. The shift finally ended, and as Harry was handing over to his replacement, the Captain made a comment about a report Harry had written the previous day. *Not now!* his mind silently screamed, as he answered her queries with slightly less than his usual good humour. The discussion his answers prompted continued between the Captain and First Officer for some time, and it was more than a half an hour over his shift finish time when Janeway finally dismissed him for the day. He waited for the turbo lift in an agony of suspension, nearly jumping into it when it arrived in his haste to get off the bridge. "Deck 6", he said, just as Tuvok's voice said "hold the lift." Shit. Harry stared at the floor as the Security Officer boarded the lift and remained silent as it got underway. "Halt turbolift." Oh God. "Ensign Kim," Tuvok began, turning to look at the younger man. He intended to inform the Ensign firmly, but gently, that any relationship between them would be out of the question, and opened his mouth to do so, when he was forestalled. "Tuvok - I know you know. I mean - how I feel , oh god - look, I just -" Harry looked into the deep black eyes of the man he had loved and lusted after for months and was lost. There was something drawing his gaze to that beautiful face and whatever dignified speech Harry had planned was lost completely as he stepped forward, slid one hand around Tuvok's waist and another around the back of his head and tipped his head down slightly to kiss him completely and thoroughly. Tuvok froze for a moment, not expecting this assault on his senses. The attraction flared between them at that moment as Tuvok felt the younger man's erection pressing against him. He gently ran his hands up Harry's arm and side, intending to push him away, but somehow pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Oh god he was kissing Tuvok and oh god it felt soooo good!! His tongue explored the Vulcan's mouth, Harry's hand massaging the back of Tuvok's neck, as Tuvok's hands came down to cup the Ensign's ass . . . Finally, they broke apart, Harry getting an answer to the question he had asked just that morning when he felt the solid form of Tuvok's erection pressing against him. "Mr Kim," Tuvok stated very calmly, considering his elevated temperature and quickening heartbeat, "If we are to consider entering into a sexual relationship, I should inform you that the practice of kissing is not a common one on Vulcan." Harry grinned as he reached out to grab the front of Tuvok's tunic in one hand whilst his other hand caressed the taut behind of the Vulcan, pulling him closer once again. "That's okay, Tuvok", he murmured, "I'll teach you how to do it." Underneath the raised eyebrow, lurking farr in the depths of those black eyes was a surprised amusement at the younger man's ready confidence. "Oh, and Tuvok? Call me Harry." --- continued in the second story in the Of Love and Logic series 'A Night of Firsts'