by KRA
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Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, they don't belong to you, they belong to Paramount. Please don't sue.

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Tom went about preparing for the party, whistling a little tune. The first message came.

"Huh, B'Elanna can't make it."

He wasn't worried. She was probably still mad about the replicator rations he had won off of her. Speaking of which. . . snackages! He began placing bowls of assorted junk on the table.

The next message came. Then the next. Soon followed by number four.

"They both have dates?" Message number five. "Oh, it's with him." Tom had five cancellations for his party. No problem. He had invited ten, other than Harry. That should be plenty.

By the time nine of his guests had canceled, he was starting to feel kinda nervous. By number ten, he was down right panicky.
"Harry's gonna kill me," he moaned. "Then he'll leave!"

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Harry already knew. He knew it would happen before it did. It was just too short notice. He was going anyhow. He had always intended to. Why? Tom was adorable when he squirmed.

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The door chimed. It could only be one person, though why he was bothering to ring was beyond Tom.

"Come on in, Har," he said, and smiled a little when the fresh eager face of his friend popped around the door, quickly followed by his tight, gorgeous, huggable Stop it before you lose it, Paris! body. He dropped his stuff in the middle of the floor and looked around.

"I'm the first here?"

"Um, Harry? Everyone else had to cancel."

Harry looked at him for a moment, hands on hips. He sighed and started to pick his stuff back up.

"No! Wait! I promise. I won't do anything. Stay?"

Harry pretended to think it over, shrugged, and dropped his stuff again. "Ok, Tom. I'm gonna trust you. What's first?"

"Well, you said that you used to eat junk food, so here it is! Chips, dip, anything else you want, just say the word!"

"Great!" Harry sat down beside Tom on the floor and helped himself to a chip which he covered in a generous amount of dip. . . which promptly dripped onto his shirt.

"Ew!" he whined rather convincingly. "Oh, well."

To Tom's surprise, Harry took his shirt off.

"So, got anything to drink?"

"Um, yeah," Tom went over to the replicator, doing his best not to bang his head on something. Harry was half naked, and he didn't expect Tom to do anything about it? It was so unfair! Well, two can play at that game.

Harry, meanwhile, was grinning like a fool. He knew he was getting to Tom.

That was his plan from the very beginning. String him along, make him suffer, then give it up. After awhile.

Tom got his drink, fruit punch, and carried it over to Harry. Tripping along the way.

"Man! Harry! I'm so sorry! Take off your pants and put them in the refresher."

"Um, ok," Harry quickly stripped, This is going too far!, and put on his change of clothes.

"Here, Har, have some more dip! Oops! Now that's a mess."

Harry stood in shock. Melted cheese dripped down his shirt and pants.

He slowly took off his soiled clothes and tossed them into the refresher behind his others, and stood there in his Star Fleet issue boxers. He thought of changing into some silk pajamas he had brought, but dismissed that right away. He didn't want to have to get dip out of them, too.

Tom was going to pay for this. He didn't know how, but he knew he had to get him back. Before his plan backfired.

"Hey, Harry, wanna play a game?" Tom asked, pulling out a deck of cards.

"Sure," Harry agreed, all the while planning something devious. "But let's make it a traditional slumber party game. Truth or dare."

Tom raised an eyebrow and put the cards down.

"O-kaaaay. If you think you can handle it. In your underwear. I'll ask the first question. When did you lose your virginity?"

"When I was fifteen. Do you ever fantasize about the Captain?"

"Yes. Do you ever fantasize about the Commander?"

"Uh, dare!"

"I dare you to kiss me."

"What?? What kind of dare is that? We've kissed before."

"No, I've kissed you. And it was sweet and virginal. Something I'll cherish forever. What I'm daring you to do is to kiss me. Pull me close, latch on and don't skimp on the tongue."

"But. . ."

"You can't back out."

"I can answer the question."

"Nope. You already called for a dare. Besides, I thought you were interested in me. Don't you want to kiss me?"

Harry sighed and blushed a little. Of course he did. Duh! He just wasn't sure if this was the right time, place, or clothing. He walked up to Tom and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him against him.

Tom couldn't believe he was going through with it. It was just a kiss, but Harry was alone with him, in his quarters, in a pleasant state of undress. He figured it would have taken him longer to get him in this position. As their lips pressed together, Tom could feel Harry open his mouth slightly and gently bite down on his bottom lip. Tom moaned as that lip was drawn into his mouth.

As Tom opened his mouth, Harry did exactly what he said he wanted him to do. He didn't skimp on the tongue. He explored his friend's mouth, becoming familiar with his taste. And addicted to it as well. He pulled back, breathing hard and putting some distance between them. Tom was grinning from ear to ear.

"You think my clothes are done?" Harry asked, trying to cover the tenting in his boxers with his hands.

Without a word, Tom walked over and pulled out the now clean clothes. He tossed them to his embarrassed friend.

"It's OK, Harry," he said. "I'm having the same reaction."

"I know," Harry laughed nervously as he quickly got dressed. "But, I think I should sleep in my own quarters."

"OK, sweetie. We'll have to try this again some other time."

"Um, sure."

Harry ran out of Tom's quarters, cursing his own stupidity and plotting Tom's demise. Tom collapsed onto his couch and laughed until tears poured down his face.

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