by Kez
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Disclaimer: Paramount, VIACOM, and all the other richer folks own them,
I am simply borrowing them, and will return them intact.
Notes/Warning: Thanks to Jack for the Beta, whatever would I do without
you, (aside from being more sane - lol)
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Bridge
"Morning Captain," Tom Paris said as he took his place
at the helm.
"Lt., you're in a good mood today," Janeway observed,
smiling at her helm officer. If he was this happy, then he was either
planning something he shouldn't or he had found a new lady friend.
"What can I say, Captain. I slept like a baby last night. Guess it
just goes to show what a good night's sleep can do for your
mood." He grinned, not surprising, he thought, that he'd slept
like a baby what with all his extra curricular activities.
The Turbo lift doors opened to reveal Harry Kim a few minutes later This
was strange enough because he and Tom usually always arrived either
together, or it was Tom who was late.
"Captain." Harry nodded as he passed behind her on his way to
Ops.
"Good morning, Ensign," Janeway answered, watching Harry for
a few more minutes as he went on with his work. She then turned back to the
helm.
"So Tom, should I just ask now what you're planning or wait
until you spring it upon me yourself?" Janeway asked mockingly.
"Planning, Captain? Me?" Tom asked with as much innocence
as he could muster and, with those baby blue eyes, that was quite a lot.
Chakotay was half laughing beside Janeway. This was not a new
conversation; Tom and the Captain had played it out many times before and,
so far, Janeway had never quite managed to find out what was going on
until it was too late, which of course made it all the funnier.
"Something funny, Commander?" Tom asked.
"Not at all, Lt. I was just wondering how long it'll take the
Captain to wheedle whatever you're planning out of you this
time," Chakotay answered, not even bothering to hide the smile on his
face
"You know I'll find out, Mr. Paris, so why not just tell
me?" Janeway said, throwing Chakotay a faux-murderous look as she
did.
"Honest Captain, nothing. For once I'm being a good little Lt,
I'm not planning anything," Tom said. Well, he thought, not
planning was true anyway, even if the good part was a little over rated.
Although, considering the sounds Harry had been making last night, good
might be just the right word.
Janeway just smiled and gave Tom a look that said, 'Whatever
you're planning, do not damage my ship if you want to continue
living.' and let it drop, for now anyway.
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Mess Hall
"Hey Har," Tom said, sitting down across the table from his best
friend. "I think I might actually get food poisoning from just looking
at the food today," he laughed, looking at the lime green sauce and the
orange shapes that somewhat resembled pasta. "Harry, are you
ok?" Tom asked, concerned when Harry didn't even look at him.
"I'm fine, Tom. I got to go,” Harry said, standing and
leaving his barely eaten food in the recycler.
"Tom," B'Elanna Torres said as she sat down in the seat
Harry had just vacated. "Is everything ok with you and Harry? He was
down the morning and when I asked him whether you two had had a fight or
something, he wouldn't say. Instead he, well, sort of walked away from
me which isn't really like him at all." B'Elanna said ,
concerned for Harry. He was like the kid brother she'd never had.
"We're good," Tom said. He's probably just gotten into
one of his depressions about hom. I'll go talk to him," Tom said,
getting up and leaving a confused B'Elanna on her own.
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Harry Kim's Quarters
*Beep*
Harry knew it was Tom. He had been waiting for him since lunch and it had
only taken him an hour to arrive at his door.
"Come," Harry called, standing as the doors opened to admit his
visitor.
"Hey, Harry. So, do you want me to bug you for the next week and a
half until you tell me what's wrong or do you want to save us both the
time and the energy and just 'fess up?" Tom questioned, hoping
the light humor in his voice would help improve Harry's mood and make
this easier.
"Nothing, Tom." Harry said as if it were a programmed response
that automatically played when asked certain things.
"Nope, Harry, I'm not buying it. Is it about last night? Are you
worried things are going to change, cause Harry? I promise you they
aren't. You're my best friend and I'd never give up our
friendship!" Tom put his arms around his friend and hugged hi,m
trying to convince Harry he meant what he said.
"I. . . Tom." Harry sighed, shaking as Tom held him. "I
liked it, Tom. I liked it and now I want more but I can't have more
and. . . " He jumped back, realizing what he was doing. "Just
go, Tom. Please just go," Harry begged him.
"No, not until we sort this out. Harry, it's good you liked it.
I liked it as well, a hell of a lot, but I don't want to risk our
friendship over sex. I won't do that!" Tom said, looking at
Harry, hoping he understood.
"I know Tom, I know. . . but I just want it so much. It felt so
good. . . I. . . " This really wasn't going according to plan,
Harry thought, sitting down and letting his head fall forward onto his
hands.
"Harry," Tom said, sitting down beside his friend and gently
brushing his hands through Harry's thick black hair.
"Tom, please. Don't touch me," Harry begged. His eyes were
filled with tears. 'Why did this have to happen?' was the only
thought he could think right now. 'Why did I have to start wanting him
so bad?'
"Harry, if you want it you know I'm here, but it can't keep
happening. I can give you what you need for now, but after that you'd
be on your own. If you want a man, you'll have to find someone
else," Tom said, caressing Harry's face and neck with his long
fingers. "I. . . Ok" Harry whispered, looking Tom in the face,
"Are you sure, Har?" Tom asked him. "Please Tom, I need
this. . . just once more. . . I promise." Harry said, his eyes
pleading.
Tom leaned forward and caught the single tear that had fallen from
Harry's dark eyes with his tongue. "Come on, Harry," he
said, leading his friend to the bedroom, disrobing him as he went.
Tom explored Harry all over again just as he had the night before,
kissing, licking and nibbling every bit of flesh he could reach, dragging
them both to the edge and then pulling back before they fell off. Harry
was breathing harshly, begging Tom for release, begging Tom to make love
to him. Tom complied without hesitation, filling Harry with one push.
Both moved against each other, pants growing into moans and eventually
screams as they fell, both falling for what seemed like eternity until
they collapsed against each other, their breathing harsh. Tom moved away
from Harry and fell back against the pillows while Harry snuggled against
him, his head resting on Tom's chest.
"Thank you, Tom," he said, his eyes dropping closed "I
just needed it so bad. . . just one more time was all and now it'll be
fine again."
Harry's voice lowered and they settled into sleep, wrapped around
each other. Both thinking the same thought. . . Now that this was done,
could they really keep to the bargain of 'Just Once
More?'
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