by Kez
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Disclaimer: Paramount, Viacom and associates own them, I'm just borrowing them and will return them unharmed. No profit is being made from this, unless you count the extreme happiness I receive upon getting feedback.

Series: This will be part of a series and even if there doesn't seem to be too much of a plot as of yet, it will become apparent the more you read.

Notes: This is for my mate Dave. You said you wanted a Paris/Kim, so here it is - Enjoy. Also many thanks to Anne for the beta.

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"Hey Harry," Tom Paris said as his best friend came into his quarters.

Harry hadn't even bothered to buzz. Tom had made it more than clear that, since that incident with Warp 10 and the Captain, no one on board Voyager would give him a first look, let alone a second. It wasn't as if, Harry thought, Tom had meant to kidnap the Captain, or to mate with her. He quite simply hadn't been himself.

"Hey Tom, how's it going?" the young Asian man asked

"Same as it was yesterday Harry. How about you? Found yourself a lady friend yet?" Tom knew this wasn't what Harry had meant, but he still enjoyed taunting his friend about his lack of dates.

Harry sat down next to Tom on the couch. "Tom, you know no-one on this ship will go near me. They all seem to think I'm still pining after Libby", Harry sighed. At first, he thought, it had been easy to stay faithful to Libby, but now? Now it seemed hopeless. She probably thought he was dead and had moved on with her life.

"Ah Harry, what are we gonna do, huh? Hell, if this keeps up, we may just have to start dating each other"

Tom may have been joking, but it still made the wheels start to turn in Harry's head. What would it be like? Harry asked himself. Tom, he was sure, would not only be a skilled lover, but a gentle one as well. Looking at those long, subtle fingers of Tom's, he found himself wondering if they would move across his skin with the same grace Tom used on the helm console. He thought about Tom's mouth, how it would lick and nibble the ice cream they treated themselves to once a week. Would he give his lover's skin the same thorough attention?

Harry sighed. It was starting to drive him crazy, thinking about Tom this way. He had been spending way too much time lately in the company of only his hand, fantasizing about his best friend in exactly the way he was doing now.

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Two days later

"Tom, do you remember what you said the other day? About how, if we couldn't find someone else, we may have to start dating one other?" Harry asked Tom as they sat eating in Harry's quarters. It was chocolate ice cream night and Harry was watching Tom's every move as he ate his ice cream as if it were worth its weight in latinum.

"I was only kidding, Harry. Don't worry, I wasn't planning on jumping your bones. . . Well, not unless you wanted me to," Tom said, smiling.

Harry didn't smile back. "I think I want you to," he said, ducking his head to avoid Tom's eyes.

"I. . . Geez Harry, I mean. . . Wow, really?" Tom Paris questioned.

"No, Tom, not really. I said it just for fun. Of course really." Harry still couldn't meet Tom's eyes.

"Ok," Tom said and Harry lifted his head.

"What?" Harry choked out.

"I said ok. Let's do it. I'm not saying relationship here, but, hey. I think we both need to let off a little steam, so why not? Just this once." Tom moved closer to Harry.

Harry didn't think his mouth would work so he just nodded. Taking Harry's hand, Tom led them both over to the couch where he then sat them both down. He looked at Harry for a few moments, then turned the younger man around and began massaging Harry's shoulders, trying to ease all the tension that seemed to have suddenly taken up residence in his friend's body. "Easy, Har. We don't hafta do anything you don't want to. All we're supposed to be doing is making each other feel good, remember? No strings, right?" Tom said, hoping to calm his friend's nerves.

Harry nodded and Tom turned him around to face him once again. Harry's brown eyes were very wide with both excitement and nervousness. Leaning forward, his mouth just centimeters from Harry's own, Tom let the last small gap between them close. His lips brushed those of his friend's, once, twice, their breath becoming as one. Slowly, he increased the pressure, waiting until he felt Harry respond before deepening the kiss.

Harry relaxed, pulling Tom even closer and Tom let his tongue flick against Harry's lips, seeking entry. Harry opened his mouth and moaned as Tom's slick tongue began to do battle with his. The kiss seemed to last forever until both had to finally pull back for air.

"Come on, Harry," Tom said. He stood and pulled Harry to his feet, leading him towards the bedroom. He pushed the younger man toward the bed, but caught him before he could fall. Tom's long, elegant fingers played with the clasp of Harry's uniform, peeling away the outer layer. He then stood back, waiting for Harry to remove his T-shirt, while he admired the view.

Harry was beautiful with soft golden skin pulled tight over taut muscles, his nipples already erect even though they hadn't as yet even been touched. Not one for wasting time, Tom leant in for another kiss, his hands moving quickly to explore that wide expanse of chest. His mouth moved down Harry's neck, his hands now caressing Harry's back and shoulders until he reached the pulse point. There he suckled gently, careful not to leave a mark. Harry moaned again as Tom moved even further down, his tongue flicking the hardened nub of Harry's nipple, teasing but never quite touching it.

"Please, Tom," Harry begged his friend, his eyes closed, his mouth open in pleasure, moans coming now from deep within his chest.

Taking mercy on his friend, Tom took the right nipple between his teeth while, with his hand he manipulated the left. Stretching out on the bed, Harry reached for Tom, needing to be even closer to that hot mouth that was driving him crazy with both want and need. Tom covered Harry's body with his own, keeping up the attention he had been paying to Harry's nipples, occasionally switching from mouth to hand as he drove his friend closer and closer to the edge.

"Tom. . . . . . . . . oh please, pleassse need, want. . . . . . . . . ahhhhhhhhhh" Harry couldn't form a thought, let alone a complete sentence, but Tom seemed to know what his friend wanted and moved even further down. Kissing and nipping the tightened stomach muscles, Tom pushed Harry's uniform and boxers down to where they could easily be slid off of Harry's legs. Tom paused for a moment to revel in the sight of Harry naked, then, eager to see if Harry tasted as good as he looked, he made his way down to Harry's pulsating shaft. Slowly Tom edged his way around his target, licking and nibbling first on Harry's thighs, then across to capture Harry's balls in his mouth. He suckled on them gently, causing Harry to shift restlessly beneath him. Knowing Harry was close and wanting to taste him, Tom moved up and, using his tongue, caught a drop of pre-cum as it escaped Harry's hard cock.

"Arrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh" Harry half screamed and Tom, knowing he was going to cum very soon, moved in. Taking Harry into his mouth in one go, he sucked hard until he felt the salty liquid of Harry's cum fill his mouth. Greedily, he swallowed it all as Harry screamed his name loud enough for at least half the deck to hear. Hearing him, Tom was thankful Harry was a musician and that his quarters had been sound-proofed by B'Elanna so as to keep his neighbors from complaining.

"Har, you ok?" Tom asked, moving up beside his friend and softly nibbling at his neck.

"I. . . . . . . oh geez, Tom. That was. . . . wow" Harry just couldn't find the words to describe it.

"Glad you liked it" Tom teased

"Oh, I liked, but you. . . . " Harry gestured to where Tom, still clothed, lay against him with a very prominent bulge in his uniform pants.

"Well, I guess we do need to take care of that. . . But you don't have to do anything you don't want to" Tom said, making sure Harry knew he didn't need to feel obligated.

"Oh but I want Tom, I want. . . " Harry smiled shyly, his cheeks crimson for a moment. Then, looking Tom in the eye, he just decided to go for it. "I want you to fuck me senseless, Tom. NOW" An Ensign he may have been, but Harry still knew how to give an order and that was definitely an order. Grinning, Tom moved quickly, capturing Harry's mouth in another searing kiss before moving back off the bed and getting rid of his restrictive clothing. Harry openly gawked at Tom when he finally saw him naked… the slightly fuzzed chest, the muscles that Tom's lanky form hid very well. But it was mainly Tom's erection that drew Harry's attention, tall and proud, standing up in the mass of light blond hair that covered the base of Tom's shaft.

Harry couldn't help it. Before he had even time to think, he leant forward and took Tom's cock into his mouth, suckling gently until Tom pushed him back.

"If you keep on doing that, we won't ever get to the 'fucking you senseless' part" Tom joked, kissing Harry hard.

"Lube" Harry gasped out when Tom released his mouth " Top drawer" he added, pointing to the left hand side of his bed to the small unit placed there.

"Well, someone was well prepared" Tom teased as he retrieved the tube, setting it closer to hand. before dipping down and claiming Harry's mouth with his own once more. Hands moved everywhere, searching out pleasure points and soon Harry was again hard. Wasting very little time, Tom coated his fingers in the lube before sliding his hand around Harry's waist. He slid one slick finger along the crack of Harry's butt cheeks, running his finger around the small puckered opening before slipping inside. Moving it around, he allowed Harry to get use to the sensation before adding a second and then a third finger. By the time Tom added a fourth, Harry was panting heavily and begging Tom for release.

Tom covered his own erection with lube, mindful of the fact that he was very near completion himself. Turning Harry over on his side, he slid forward, positioning himself at the entrance to Harry's willing body. Then, well aware Harry had never done this before and not wanting to cause his friend any pain, he eased slowly inside.

"Tom, please" Harry begged, trying to push back onto Tom's hard cock.

"Easy, Harry," Tom said, stopping him. :I don't wanna hurt you" Tom continued to ease in slowly, moaning as he finally found himself buried deep inside Harry. Moving slowly, with Tom coming almost all the way out before pushing himself back in, they managed to quickly build up a rhythm. Neither could form words, but the moans they made were enough to show the pleasure they were feeling. The movements became faster, more frenzied and then, as they both neared the end, they screamed within seconds of the other; Harry first, then Tom.

They lay still, not wanting to break the link, but finally Tom's softening shaft slipped out of Harry's body and he moved away. Wrapping his arms around his friend, Tom kissed the back of Harry's neck. They fell asleep, still cuddled together.

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The Next Morning

Waking first, Harry decided to let Tom sleep for a short while longer. By the time Tom surfaced from bed, he had already showered and was in the process of eating his breakfast. "Morning, sleepy head," Harry said.

"Morning," Tom said, moving to the replicator "Coffee. Black. One sugar."

"There are not enough rations in your account for that order" the computer's monotone voice said. "Big surprise there," Harry said. "Computer, transfer 25 rations from Ensign Harry Kim's account to that of Lieutenant Tom Paris"

Tom's coffee appeared and Tom smiled. "Thanks, Harry." Joining his friend on the couch, he asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Good, " Harry said. "It was nice." The smile that came with the statement was enough to tell Tom that the feelings were genuine.

"I should go and change before our shift starts, " Tom said, setting his coffee down. He stood. "Otherwise, people are going to start to wonder if there might be more to our friendship than friendship" he laughed, not seeing the hurt and disappointment in Harry's eyes. "After all, it was only just this once. . .

"Yeah," Harry whispered after Tom had gone. "Just this once. . . "

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