by Bruce
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DISCLAIMER: The characters and settings of this story belong to Paramount Pictures, I'm just borrowing them for creative fan fiction.

DO NOT read further if you are under 18 years of age, or are offended by sexual situations involving men. Feel free to save this story for your own purposes, but please do not repost it without contacting me. Thank you.

c Feb. 9, 2000

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Tom Paris knew better than to send a text message from the helm to Harry Kim back at Ops while they were on duty. Either Chakotay or Janeway or Tuvok or Seven or some other stiff on the crew would skin him alive, he knew. That's why today he had brought a padd with him. During a lull on the bridge, while Neelix was serving coffee to the folks seated at the command rail, he hit the "send" icon.

A moment later, a quiet "boop" and blinking lavender annunciator on Harry's panel told him that he had mail. Strange, he thought. Why wouldn't someone just use the comm. . . oh. . . it's from Tom. With a furtive glance to check that everyone else was occupied, he read the short message. "New spot. 1900. Workout clothes."

Harry quickly deleted the message, then nodded in Tom's direction. Something in his trousers shifted in anticipation.

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At the appointed hour, Harry met Tom at the lift. Both were dressed in sweat pants and T-shirts. As they were stepping into the car, B'Elanna Torres caught up with them.

"Hi, guys. Playing velocity tonight?"

"No, uh, that is. . ." stammered Harry.

Tom rolled his eyes and said, "No, we're trying a different game tonight."

"Ah!" replied the half-Klingon engineer, as she pressed a button for a deck she didn't really need to exit upon. She nearly laughed aloud as the doors closed behind her - she thought she could hear Harry wailing, "Do you have to be so public?!"

When they had reached the bottom of the shaft, Tom led Harry down the dark, empty corridor to a Jefferies tube access. He opened the door and led the way. "Where are we going?" asked Harry. "Where no men have gone before. . . at least, not for this reason!" was the reply.

After several minutes of sweaty crawling through dark cramped spaces, they emerged in a room Harry had never seen. The floor curved up to one side, and the middle of the room was dominated by a large, gleaming piece of equipment. "Welcome to the port landing strut bay," he announced grandly.

Harry began inspecting the large foot and the mechanical pieces that extended it. Tom would have none of that. He picked up Harry around the waist and lifted him off the deck. "Grab that piston," he ordered. Harry did as he was told. His feet didn't touch the floor anymore. "We didn't come here for the tour."

With that, Harry felt his sweat pants being removed. "Oh, so this is your evil plan," he said, as he watched Tom lick his lips, lean in, and take his hardening organ into his mouth. "Mmmmmm!" was all he could say after that.

Tom continued to suck on Harry's cock for several minutes, until he began to taste and hear that Harry was ready to climax. He disengaged, wiped his mouth off on his sleeve, and smiled up at his friend. "Arms tired?"

Harry dropped to his feet, and nearly lost his balance. Tom put his arm around him to steady him. "Well, that was fun."

"Ah, but we're not done yet." Tom stepped to the control panel. Keying in a few commands, portions of the landing strut whirred and moved.

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On the bridge, Tuvok had the conn. Noting the belowdecks activity on a display, he turned to B'Elanna, who was at the engineering station. "Engineer, have you authorized. . ."

"Sir, we haven't used the landing struts in quite a while. So, I've added them to the primary maintenance schedule. Besides, a little change in routine is good for everyone - even the engineering crew," she said with a completely straight face.

"Indeed. Good thinking, Lieutenant."

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Tom picked up his friend. He had Harry hook his arms around a piston and lean back on it. Then he tied two power couplings into a sling, and hooked Harry's knees over it.

"Aren't you resourceful, Mr. Peres" Harry teased, doing his Kathryn Janeway impression. Switching back to his own voice, he asked, "But what will you use for lube? I forgot to bring mine."

Tom walked up, leaned in as if to kiss Harry, but turned his face at the last moment, and watched his hand slide along the landing strut actuator, collecting mechanical lubricant. Harry's eyes widened. "Oh. . ."

The next thing Harry knew, Tom was standing between his legs, applying the grease to his anus. Harry's erection stood tall, dark, and bobbed with his pulse. The head was just peeking out of the foreskin, and the hole was oozing.

Tom next coated his cock with the lubricant. Then, placing his hands on Harry's legs to keep him from swinging away, he pressed his hardness against Harry's opening.

They'd been together enough times before to know just how to accommodate each other. Tom applied gentle pressure, pushing forward in small thrusts. Harry relaxed parts of his body and tensed others. After a few moments, Tom began to slowly slide in. Harry's head fell back over the piston he was leaning on, and a loud, slow sigh escaped his mouth. "Tommmmmmmmm."

Paris savored the sensation of sliding into the hot, tight cavity of his friend. He pulled out nearly all the way, then slowly entered again, this time going in three-quarters of his length. He leaned down and began tonguing Harry's chest. He teased the nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. Harry bucked so much, Tom was afraid he'd fall. He continued thrusting in and out of his friend as his tongue made its way toward one of Harry's armpits. Tom nuzzled the hair, inhaled Harry's aroma, and licked. When Harry groaned even more loudly, Tom stood up and began pounding in and out, faster and faster.

He saw Harry's erection throb and bounce with their motion. Suddenly, Harry growled loudly, and thick white streams spat up out of his cock. The semen spilled across Harry's golden chest, and Tom felt Harry's muscles tighten around his thrusting cock. That was enough to bring Tom to climax. His eyes opened wide, he thrust in hard one last time, and began to shake, his organ delivering its load inside his best friend, his love.

Tom collapsed on Harry until he caught his breath. When he tried to rise up, they were momentarily stuck together by the wet mess. Tom helped Harry down and they sat on the floor, gathering their clothes and kissing slowly and passionately.

As Tom reconfigured the equipment into its normal upright and locked position, Harry slyly said, "A little change in routine is good. So, shall I find t