by Bruce
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c Feb. 9, 2000
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"Personal log, Stardate 49732 point. . . something. I think I've
found a spot for tonight that will top Tom's. Uh, so to speak." A
chuckle. "Oh, and yesterday we defeated a space blob. . ."
Harry's voice trailed off as he quickly tore off his uniform jumpsuit
and pulled on his exercise shorts and a sweatshirt. A beep from the
computer reminded him to say, "Oh! End recording," as he
dashed out of his quarters, running his hand through his hair - Tom liked it that
way. Rounding the bend in the corridor, he found the comm badge in his
pocket and squeezed it. "Kim to Paris."
Tom looked up from the carburetor of his holodeck Camaro. "Yeah,
Harry?"
"Meet me in the mess hall, Mister. Now."
Tom wiped his hands on his coveralls, lowered the hood, grinned and headed
for the door. "Yes, sir!"
Harry entered the ship's dining room and was pleased to see that it
was dark and deserted - or nearly so. "Neelix. You look like you
could use a break." The Talaxian shook his head and looked askance at
the Asian-American ship's operations officer. "Don't mind if
I do, Mr. Kim. Thank you." Neelix clucked his tongue as he rounded
the galley counter. As he stepped through the exit, he met Tom.
"Well, hello, Mr. Paris! Can I get you a late-night snack?"
"No!" was the reply coming from both Harry and Tom at the same
time.
Neelix suppressed a laugh. As the doors closed, he mumbled, "Boys
will be boys."
Tom sauntered over to where Harry was standing, near the observation
windows. "Lieutenant Thomas Eugene Paris, reporting as
ordered," he barked as he snapped to attention. "What's
our mission?"
Harry simply smiled and pointed at the ceiling. Tom looked up and saw an
access panel. "More Jefferies tubes?" Harry just grinned again
as he stepped on a chair, up to the table top, and opened the panel. Tom
kicked off his shoes, unzipped his coveralls, and stepped out of them. He
stood in his sleeping shorts and a T-shirt.
"After you," Harry gestured, then locked his hands together to
give Tom a boost.
"Where does this go, anyway?" Tom grunted as he pulled himself
up and into the narrow space.
After about a minute of crawling through the warm, humming, vibrating
darkness, Tom had to stop. A large tritanium pylon made the tunnel a dead
end. There wasn't room to turn around, but he could look over his
shoulder and see Harry in the faint glow of the e.p.s. conduits. Harry
raised a finger to his lips to tell Tom not to speak. Tom hated confined
spaces, but he trusted his friend, and he was excited to know what was
next. Harry pointed to a grilled panel running along the top of the
tunnel. Tom leaned closer to it and peered through. On the other side was
the U.S.S. Voyager bridge.
Tom's eyes widened and he turned back to Harry, who was silently
laughing. Tom shook his head in an emphatic "no," but Harry
mouthed, "oh, yes."
The next thing he knew, he felt Harry's strong hands massaging the
muscles in his shoulders, neck, and back. Harry was very talented with his
hands. He closed his eyes and started to relax under his friend's
skillful efforts, when he felt something warm and hard pressing against
his bottom through his shorts. Tom unconsciously moaned aloud, only to be
lightly thumped on his butt. Realizing his mistake, he peeked through the
grill again. Tuvok was still monitoring his sensor display, and Chakotay
was having a discussion with the doctor over the command chair video
screen.
Harry's hands then went inside Tom's T-shirt. They caressed and
massaged his shoulders and back again, and slowly moved around
Tom's torso. Soon, Harry was leaning into his friend, his arms reaching
around so that he could rub Tom's chest. Harry's tongue lightly
licked at the short hairs on Tom's neck.
It felt wonderful. Even though it was scary to be fooling around in such a
dangerous spot, Harry's warmth and embrace made Tom feel secure.
And the skillful massaging raised Tom's arousal level. Tom pressed back
against Harry's hot hardness.
Harry's hands traveled up and down Tom's chest, outlining the
definition of his abdominal and pectoral muscles. Harry almost seemed to
be avoiding Tom's nipples, but Tom knew it wouldn't be for long -
they were a source of excitement for both men.
Tom nearly jumped when Harry attacked him on two fronts. His tongue
started encircling his left ear, tracing the ridges and going around the
lobe. At the same time, Harry's slender fingers began lightly brushing
over Tom's nipples, teasing them, and lightly pulling at the hairs
around them. This drove Tom wild, and his breathing became loud and
labored. Harry whispered in Tom's ear "I love you," and Tom
moaned again in response. Harry began to slowly grind his pelvis and bulge
against Tom.
Harry's right hand continued to circle and flick Tom's nipple,
while his left hand slid slowly down, over Tom's chest and stomach.
Harry's nimble fingers moved under the elastic of Tom's shorts. He
slowly ran his fingers through Tom's pubic hair. At the same time,
Harry started gently nipping at Tom's neck and shoulders, flicking his
tongue out after each tiny bite.
Tom's deep, heavy breathing was the only sound, other than the hum of
the electronics and the ventilation.
"Harry, please," Tom whispered, until Harry finally took hold of
Tom's hardened organ. It was straining against the shorts, trying to
break free. Harry lightly moved his fingers up and down the rock-hard
shaft, but allowed it to stay lodged at an angle in the soft fabric. It
was blissful agony for Tom, the pleasurable sensations mixed with the
frustration of being trapped. Harry continued to lightly stroke Tom, and
soon he began to ooze a thick, slick fluid.
Harry's own shorts were strained, too, and Tom could feel the moisture
of sweat combined with pre-ejaculate rubbing against his backside. Harry
kept his hand stroking Tom's cock while his other hand pulled down his
own shorts, and then, finally, Tom's. The sudden heat of Harry's
hardness against Tom's naked ass was incredible. Tom's own
penis sprang out straight after being freed from the shorts and continued to
drip onto the deck plate. Harry's tongue flicked in and out of
Tom's ear, exploring and probing.
Harry rubbed his erection up and down between Tom's buttocks. The
friction held the loose foreskin in place, so that the head of his penis
popped out, stretched a few inches beyond the skin, then disappeared back
inside the shaggy covering. With each stroke, Harry pushed up a little
further and harder, heightening the pleasure. Tom's skin glistened
with the mixed fluids.
They were both ready. They did not need to say anything, they just knew.
Harry rose up on his knees and took hold of the base of his cock, sliding
the skin back to reveal just the tip of the head. He leaned forward,
pressing against Tom's hole. Tom leaned down, resting his face on his
hands on the floor and took a deep breath.
Harry entered him. Slowly he slid in, taking his time so that Tom could
get used to it. Tom was warm, moist, soft and very tight, and the
sensation of moving through him, plus the sliding of the skin on his
penis, made Harry exclaim "Ohhhhhh!" Tom's breathing
became even more labored, his mouth open and his eyes squeezed shut.
When Harry was completely inside Tom, he leaned down and kissed his
lover's back. Tom contorted himself so that he could kiss Harry on the
mouth, but he couldn't stay that way but for a moment - it was too far
and difficult to bend, and he was still getting used to feeling completely
full. Harry rose up again and pulled out most of the way. After a short
pause to let Tom catch his breath, he slid in again until his balls were
pressed hard against him. Tom moaned again. Harry repeated the move, and
then again, and then began a slow rhythm, each time pulling out nearly to
the head of his cock, then pushing in until he couldn't go any
further.
Tom gritted his teeth and started tightening around Harry with each
thrust. The increased pressure made Harry instinctively speed up. Without
breaking his rhythm, Harry reached around to Tom's hard, dripping
cock. He began stroking the entire length of it. Tom began making small
whimpering noises. Harry thrust faster and harder, the sweat dripping off
of him and onto Tom, mixing with his sweat, and running onto the deck.
Harry heard Tom take in a loud breath, felt his cock jump in his hand, and
felt Tom's muscles convulse and grab him harder. As Tom sprayed his
load in spurts onto the deck, Harry shot his into his friend, thrusting
with each load.
They stayed in that position for several minutes, both catching their
breath. Harry gently fell upon Tom's back and lightly kissed his neck.
Finally, his limp penis slipped out of Tom. Harry patted Tom's back
and helped him pull up his shorts. Tom looked back over his shoulder,
grinning an exhausted smile and shaking his head. Harry positively glowed,
his cheeks flushed and his golden skin gleaming with sweat.
They backed out of the Jefferies tube the same way they had entered, and
Harry dropped down out of the ceiling and onto the floor of the mess hall.
Commander Chakotay was there to greet him.
"Hello, Ensign." Chakotay clasped his hands behind his back and
had to squeeze them until he was in pain to keep from laughing. Harry was
a mess, his hair damp and in his face, sweat stains on his shirt and
shorts, and suddenly out of breath again. Chakotay had always thought that
Harry was at his most attractive when he looked like this. "Making
some needed adjustments?"
Harry paled for a moment, then he saw the twinkle in the first
officer's eyes. "Yes, sir," he replied. "I loosened up
that connection."
Harry couldn't believe what he had just said. Not knowing what else to
do, he bolted out of the room.
Chakotay looked up at the ceiling access opening. "Mr. Paris, is
everything a-okay up there?"
Tom's face appeared in the access door. "Yes, sir.
Everything's just fine."
"Glad to hear it, Tom. I did notice some noise in the air handling
system, though. Would you check it out tomorrow?"
Tom jumped down to the floor, gathered his mechanic's coveralls, and
walked past Chakotay. "I'll check it out, sir, but I don't
think it should be making any more noise for a while." With that, he
headed for his quarters for a shower.
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