by Bingley
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Archiving: PKSP. Elsewhere, please ask me first. I'm unlikely to say no.
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Disclaimer: Paramount owns Voyager and all who sail in her. This is just
for fun, not to infringe their copyright or make a profit.
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Tom sat watching as Harry brought the drinks over to their table in
Sandrine's. Harry had been jumpy all day. What was wrong with him?
"Perhaps I need to force the issue a bit," Tom thought.
"Come on, Harry, whatever it is, spit it out," he said as Harry
sat down.
"Spit what out?"
"Whatever it is that's been eating you all day. You think I
can't tell when you're on edge?"
Harry sighed, and not looking at Tom, he said "Umm, you remember
you said that if I couldn't sleep, you'd. . . " He made an
inconclusive gesture at nothing in particular.
"Help out?" suggested Tom. "Sure. Aren't you
sleeping well at the moment?"
"No."
"Do you want me to stop by about 10 or 11 tonight, then?"
"Thanks, Tom." A much more relaxed Harry flashed a grateful
smile and then turned to watch Chakotay and B'Elanna playing in the
pool tournament.
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It was 10:30 when Tom arrived at Harry's quarters. When Harry
answered the door, he was wearing a sarong and holding his clarinet.
"Hi, come in, " he said. "Do you want a drink or
anything?"
"No, thanks, Harry."
They sat down on the settee and looked at each other.
"How do you want to do this, Harry? Are you ready for bed?" Tom
managed to keep a straight face but it was a near thing.
"Umm, just about. I'll get in and you get in behind me."
Tom nodded gravely. Harry led the way into the bedroom, then untwisted the
sarong and stepped out of it. He put the sarong away in one of the
cupboards and got into bed wearing only a pair of briefs.
"Oh," he said looking at Tom, "Sorry. Do you need to pee
or anything?"
"All taken care of before I came over," said Tom.
Tom quickly stripped down to his own briefs and got into bed, leaving his
own clothes in a heap on the floor. Harry was curled up facing the wall.
"Lights out", said Tom. Remembering what had happened on the
holodeck, he snuggled up to Harry, putting one arm round his waist, and
kissed the back of his neck.
Harry sat bolt upright. "Tom! What are you doing?"
"I thought that was what you wanted. It's what happened in your
program."
"Yes, but you're real. I mean, I only put that in the program
because I heard Sue Nicoletti say that's what you used to do to her.
It was just for authenticity."
"Sorry." Tom shrugged.
"Just go to sleep, Tom."
Tom rolled over and tried to settle down. He closed his eyes and tried to
breathe regularly, while he listened to the sound of Harry's
breathing.
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Two hours later Tom was still awake, though by the sound of his breathing
Harry had fallen asleep almost immediately. "It's no good,"
he thought, "I'm never going to get to sleep like this."
Cautiously, so as not to wake Harry, Tom got out of bed, groped round on
the floor for his clothes and went into the bathroom. He closed the door,
got dressed and hastily left. Once he was back in his own quarters, he
stripped off his clothes and threw himself down on the bed. He looked down
at his still hard cock. Roughly, he grabbed it with his right hand and
started pumping. With his left he tweaked at his right nipple.
As Tom's back arched upwards images flashed across his mind:
Harry's tawny skin as he stood by the bed in white briefs, the shadow
of his cock clearly outlined, the broad expanse of his back as he turned
to get into bed. He remembered the feel of Harry's stomach under his
arm, the taste of the back of his neck, the smell of his hair. His hand
pumped faster and faster and faster until he yelled "Harry" and
the semen spurted up over his chest and shoulders onto the pillow beside
him.
Tom gulped down air and when he could speak, said "Damn, bugger and
blast. Now what do I do?" How do you tell your best friend that
you're lusting after his body?
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After a restless night Tom dragged himself down to the mess for breakfast
the next morning. He had revived himself with a cup of coffee by the time
Harry slipped into the chair opposite Tom.
"Morning, Harry. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thanks to you. Can we try it again tonight?"
Shit! "Sure, Harry."
"OK, I'll come round to your place this time, shall I?"
"NO! I mean, don't you think you'd sleep better in your own
bed?"
"Well, all right then," Harry said a little huffily.
Fighting the urge to stroke Harry's hair, which was flopping forward
today, Tom stood up somewhat abruptly and said, "Nature calls, see
you later," as he rushed off.
Luckily Tom was training the junior pilots with holodeck simulations today
rather than actually flying himself. He had plenty of time for daydreaming
about tawny skin and jet black hair, and wondering how exactly to broach
the subject with Harry. There really didn't seem to be any feasible
way to do this without making Harry skittish and probably wrecking their
friendship. "Look at the way he reacted when I kissed him last
night," Tom thought.
B'Elanna had claimed Harry for a project in Engineering, something to
do with recalibrating plasma flow injectors, so Tom hadn't seen him
all day when his voice came over the comm badge.
"Kim to Paris. Are you asleep Tom? I know it's late."
"No, I was just getting ready for bed. You want me to come
over?"
"Please, if you don't mind."
"Sure, see you in a minute."
As Tom walked briskly to Harry's quarters, he told himself "I can
do this. I can sleep in the same bed as Harry - as a nearly naked Harry -
without pouncing on him." He didn't feel very convinced.
When they were in bed again, Tom forced himself to take long slow breaths,
though why Harry couldn't hear the pounding of his heart was a bit of
a mystery.
"Umm, Tom?" came Harry's voice.
"Yes?"
"Uhh, that thing where you kiss the back of my neck. Could you do
that?"
"Sure, Harry. Anything for the sake of authenticity." It's
just a quick peck, my arm's hardly touching him, the stomach is NOT
an erogenous zone, I can do this.
"Umm, Tom?"
"Yes?"
"Have you got a hard-on?"
"It's a perfectly normal physiological reaction. It'll go
away if we ignore it." Like hell, it will.
Harry wriggled to turn himself round. "God, Harry, what are you
trying to do to me?" Tom thought.
"Lights ten per cent," said Harry. "I think it must be,
because I've got one too," he continued with a grin in his voice.
Tom pushed Harry onto his back and kissed him hard while he reached down
with one hand and tugged at Harry's briefs. Harry arched up to let
them come off and then tugged at Tom's as Tom rolled over on top him.
Their cocks met between their bodies. They thrust at each other, kissing
hard. Harry whimpered as Tom stopped kissing, and then groaned as
Tom's tongue traced its way down to first one nipple and then across
to the other. Tom gave each nipple a little bite and then continued
licking his way down to Harry's belly button. Harry gurgled as
Tom's tongue swirled round and into the little hollow. Then he sighed
as Tom suddenly engulfed his cock with his mouth. Tom started sucking
while he squirmed his body round until his own cock was in reach of
Harry's mouth. Harry grabbed it and licked round the head while
pumping hard with his hand. Harry thrust desperately as his orgasm
approached closer and closer. As he started to come deep in Tom's
throat, he felt Tom's cock pulse in his hands and then spill out over
his hand and down into his open mouth.
They both lay on the bed panting. When he could, Tom sat up and swivelled
round so that he could see Harry's face. He looked down at him
anxiously. "Harry. . . " He hesitated, not sure what to say next.
"That's me."
"Harry, what just happened here?"
"I may be wrong but I think we just had sex."
"Yes, but why?"
"Because we're two very randy guys?"
"Well, duh," said Tom.
"And because I love you."
"What! When did that happen?"
"I don't know. I only realised when I woke up this morning and
you weren't there, and I felt so lonely. You know how it is when
you're recalibrating the plasma flow injectors, lots of hanging about
waiting. So I had plenty of time to think. And I realised I want you in my
bed every night. I want you to kiss me good night every night. I love you,
Tom."
Tom lay back, his head spinning. Harry loved him. This was going to
take some getting used to. Harry was his best friend. Harry was as sexy as
hell. Harry loved him. Wow!
Tom turned and kissed Harry gently on the forehead. Yes, he could
definitely get used to this idea.
"I love you too Harry."
Harry gave a snort of laughter. "Somehow I don't think I'm
going to suffer from insomnia any more."
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