by Cinder
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An answer to Gypzy's Dinner Challenge. The phone rang during dinner tonight and my husband said, "Don't answer that. They always call at dinner time." A story was born.

Date Posted: August 17, 2001

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Disclaimer: Tom Paris is currently in divorce proceedings with Paramount. Harry has yet to file, but we've got him almost convinced. Come to the dark side, pretty one. Muwahahahahhahahaha.

Note: Well, 2 notes. This fic seemed to come out of nowhere and kept changing on me. The tone is all over the place and I apologize for that. I would complain to my muse, but he has finally agreed to write more LeatherHarry and I don't want to upset him in this delicate time. 2 - They wouldn't just settle down and have sex. It's not my fault.

For Dart, who dozes blissfully beside me.

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"Don't answer that. They always call at dinner time."

"But, Tom, it might be important."

"More important than me?"

"To-om, we talked about this. No more guilt trips. You know very well how much I love you."

"It was for old time's sake." Bats his pretty, blue eyes.

Snorting, Harry reached for his communicator. "Do it and die, Commander," Tom threatened, pointing his butter knife at his husband. "Just once, just once, I would like to eat a meal in peace."

"But -"

"No."

"Please..."

Tom glared at his pretty, young husband. At forty-two, Harry was still full of childish curiosity and youthful exuberance. There was barely a crinkle around his eyes. Okay, maybe quite a bit of crinkle, but they added character, dammit, not age. Not like Tom's gray hair, or lack there of.

"All right, but you're not going out tonight. You promised." He hated sounding like a whiner, but he felt like he never saw Harry anymore.

As first officer of the starship Yorktown, Harry was a very busy man, sometimes too busy even to make time for his Chief Conn Officer. They came as a pair now. Wasn't that cute. Admiral Paris loved that. Harry tapped his comm badge and stepped in the other room to have a discussion with the Chief Engineer. He soon came back with a grim look on his face.

"You have to go, don't you?"

"There's been an accident, Tom. They need me."

"What about me? Need any help?"

"Everyone has already made it to Sickbay. Thanks. But the Captain wants to see me."

Captain Keller, Chief Engineer Verts, between those two women, he almost never saw Harry. He was starting to think it was a conspiracy.

"I'll just clean up here."

"Don't wait up for me."

"Wake me when you come in." But he knew Harry wouldn't. His sweet Harry didn't want to disturb his sleep. But I want to be disturbed, Tom thought, as Harry walked out the door. If he waited up, Harry would just be annoyed, so he set about getting to bed early. Early to bed, early to rise and the early bird gets the. . . something like that.

Tom sighed and recycled the leftovers. What he wouldn't give for a couple of weeks of leave and Harry alone on some deserted beach someplace. Tom lay down, thinking of the last time he and Harry had done that. The water had been warm and they had gone skinny-dipping in the clear, blue ocean, under the stars.

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"Tom? Hey, Tom?" Harry shook him awake.

"Muh?"

"You've fallen asleep in your clothes. You weren't waiting up for me, were you?"

"Oh, no, no." Tom pulled his husband into a kiss. "I was dreaming of Martinique."

"In your clothes?"

"You're welcome to take them off."

"Where do you get your energy?" Contrary to his words, Harry immediately began unbuttoning Tom's shirt.

"My endless youth." Tom sat up so he could better pull his clothes off.

"You're so beautiful." Harry straddled him, pushing him back down to the mattress. His uniform rubbed harshly against Tom's naked skin. And they kissed, oh they kissed. They kissed like drowning men searching for air.

"I missed you tonight," Harry whispered.

"I know." Tom tangled his fingers in that silky hair, still radiantly black. "Maybe we could go back to that beach sometime soon."

"Yes. We should." Harry licked and nibbled his way down Tom's neck. "I need you, Tom. I need you."

"You have me. Whenever you want me, however you want me."

Harry moaned and thrust himself against Tom's naked erection.

"These clothes have got to go, RIGHT NOW!"

Harry laughed and struggled out of his uniform, trying to continue kissing Tom at the same time.

"Stop. That's it. Just get it off." Tom pushed him away, toward the side of the bed.

"Tom?"

"We're not teenagers. Get your clothes off and then come back here."

Laughing again, Harry did. His eyes crinkled. Glowing bronze skin appeared with ease and efficiency, and then Harry was on him again, warmth covering Tom from head to toe.

"This better?" Harry asked.

"Much." Tom scratched from the nape of his husband's neck all the way to the mounds of his ass. "You're so beautiful."

"Still?"

"More beautiful every day."

"I think your eye sight is just getting worse."

"That's it, whipper snapper!" Tom went for the ribs, tickling all up and down Harry's front. Harry tried to roll away, but Tom followed him.

"Stop! Stop! Or we'll roll off the bed. . . again. . ."

Tom finally let up, pulling his Harry to him and kissing his jaw. Harry was breathing too hard to return much affection at that point.

When he finally got his breath back, Harry wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and dragged his husband into a passionate kiss. "I want you."

"You been thinking about that?"

"All day long." He circled the pads of his thumbs around Tom's nipples. "All through my shift, all through doing reports, my mind kept straying to you. All through dinner, all I could think of was putting you on your back and making you writhe on the end of my cock. I want to see that look on your face when I thrust into you and it's just right and your eyes roll up in your head, you dig your nails into my arms and you moan."

Grabbing the lube out of the bedside drawer, Tom had to ask, "What made you think of this?" He was anxious to hear. Something always set his husband off, some non sequitur, some inane little thing, often not sexual at all. Sometimes it was funny, and sometimes it was cerebral, but it always made Tom hot because it meant Harry, his Harry, thought of him all through the day.

"You'll laugh."

"So?"

"That's not very reassuring, Tom."

Tom handed him the lube and then rubbed his fingers over Harry's arms, stroking all the skin he could. "You know how I get when I know the littlest thing makes you think of me. It's. . ."

"Sweet?"

"Sexy."

"Meteor shower."

"Uh-huh, and?"

"Led to inane little boy thoughts." Harry spread lube on his fingers. Tom laid back and wantonly spread his legs. "That led to thinking about sex with you, which led to thinking about getting you hot." Rubbing the lube over his shaft, he pumped it a bit, picturing the image in his mind again. Suddenly he opened his eyes and pinned Tom with his chocolate gaze. "You get so hot when I thrust into you and the look on your face is indescribable."

"Do it."

Harry pressed up against him, staring into his eyes. Tom took a deep breath, and then Harry was inside him. It felt so incredible, so full, slick and, and, oh.... Harry pulled back and thrust again. Tom gasped. Arching up, his nails dug into Harry's arms and his head fell back on his shoulders. He moaned.

Harry bit his throat, nuzzling under his ear. "That look. That look exactly." Shoving Tom back into the mattress, he thrust faster. "Touch yourself for me. Jerk yourself until you come. Oh, Tom." He thrust harder.

Tom wrapped his fingers around his cock and jerked it in counterpoint to Harry's thrusts. "Fuck! Harder! Yes!" Moaning, he came hard over his own stomach. Harry thrust once, twice more and then came inside of him. He collapsed to the side in a heap.

Tom suddenly snickered, then giggled, soon he was laughing so hard his sides hurt.

"You're laughing about the meteor shower, aren't you?"

"I bet you were in morning briefing," he snickered.

"In fact I was, smart stuff." Harry drew little designs in the drying come on Tom's belly. "What about it?"

"Did the Captain notice? What did she say?"

"What she always says, 'Mr. Kim, could you please pay attention, this may be important."

"What did you do?"

"Thought fast on my feet. After all, I've been to the Delta Quadrant and lived to tell the tale." He smiled and lightly tickled his husband's ribs. "Let's get some sleep."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

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