The BLTS Archive- American Pie:
First Christmas
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Disclaimer:  Everything Trek belongs to Paramount/Viacom.

Well, everyone responded so nicely to It's Your Love, I thought
I'd give you all another glimpse into the American Pie universe.
Christmas gifts come in all shapes and forms.

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"Harry," Tom moaned as his husband's mouth encircled his erection.
Tom *loved* this, Harry's mouth had been created for this act above
all others, except possibly kissing, he had said once, feeling rather
poetic (and lustful).

Harry smiled around Tom and increased the pressure and suction,
knowing that Tom wouldn't last long if his gasps and moans were as
accurate an indicator as they generally were. Tom began mindlessly
(but carefully) thrusting in and out of Harry's mouth, coming with a
muffled scream.

Harry kissed his way up Tom's sated body, ending at his lips, tongues
tangling as Tom tasted his essence in Harry's mouth.

"You're so *good* at that," Tom said, "If I didn't know better, I'd
swear you'd been doing it for years!"

"Just a little early Christmas present," Harry smiled, "Besides, I had
a *great* teacher," breaking into full-fledged laughter at Tom's
blush.

"Hmmm...and is this," encircling Harry with his slender fingers,
"Another part of my Christmas present?"

Harry arched his back, pressing his flesh further into Tom's grasp,
and
his cry of pleasure was swallowed by Tom's kiss, deep and passionate,
as Tom began moving his fingers over Harry.   He caressed the weeping
head, then along the length, moving back to the head when he could
feel that Harry's completion was near, running a fingernail along the
base, the way he *knew* drove Harry wild.  It worked, and Harry cried
out again, as his seed gushed over Tom's hand.

"You know," Harry said when he could speak again, "You're pretty good
yourself."

"Well...*I* had a great teacher," Tom said, in a faraway tone.
"Really?"

"Oh, yes.  In fact, until...the rape," Tom faltered, but continued,
"All my experience with men was positive.  Wonderful, in fact."

"Do tell," Harry said, lying in Tom's embrace.

"Well...when I say *all*...I'm probably exaggerating slightly."

"I would never have guessed," Harry teased, and Tom poked him gently
in the ribs.

"Quiet, you.  I'm *trying* to tell you a story."

"Will you tuck me in after?"  Harry asked, sounding innocent.

"I don't think so.  We have a previous engagement, remember?"

"Oh, yes.  Why did we agree to host the Christmas party?  Remind me
again?"

"Because Chakotay asked us to.  He won't say why, but there's a reason
that Kathryn can't, and he can't, because he doesn't celebrate
Christmas, Tuvok can't, for the same reason, and apparently I'm next
in the chain of command."

"Didn't think I was marrying someone quite so important," Harry
smiled, and nestled closer to Tom, "Now, what about that story?"

"Well...several years ago when I was attending Starfleet Academy, I
met a handsome young medical student," and Tom told Harry about his
first love affair, and the one night he'd spent with a fellow pilot,
following the accident he'd been involved in as a senior.

"Didn't you feel that you were betraying Julian?"  Harry asked.

"No, we'd agreed that it wasn't right to try to keep the relationship
going, when he had to go away as part of his studies.  I must admit, I
hadn't thought it would be so soon after, but I don't regret either of
those experiences for a moment."

"Did you ever see either of them again?"

"Hawk, no, although I heard that he was assigned to the Enterprise. 
Julian...yes, I did.  He's the CMO on DS9 now, and just before we met
for the first time," a tender smile was exchanged, "I saw him going
into a shop on the Promenade.  He was greeted in a rather...familiar
way by a Cardassian.  I chose not to make my presence known, because I
hadn't really wanted to, you know, having been in prison.  And...I
don't have very fond memories of Cardassians, as you know."

"You weren't particularly committed to the Maquis, though, love."

"That didn't stop me being shocked by some of the things that they
did, some of it violated basic human decency.  Anyway, we have about
six minutes to get dressed, if we want to make it on time.  And it's
*terribly* bad form for the hosts to be late," he added, dropping a
kiss onto the tip of Harry's nose.

"Yes...and I have something for you, too."

"What?"

"Wait till the party," Harry said, rummaging through his closet,
looking for the clothes he'd replicated for tonight.

"How about a hint?" Tom whispered in his ear, arms moving around his
waist.

"No, not even a hint.  You'll find out."

Tom pouted, but complied, moving to pull his own clothes on.

Half an hour later, they had just finished the final preparations for
the party, with Neelix's help.  They were good-naturedly teasing
Neelix about the cooking he'd done (*without* leola root, to the
relief of both men), and he was admiring their clothes.

"Well, Neelix, I picked up this shirt on the last planet we
stopped on," Tom said, fingering the silky fabric that draped over
him, showing just a glimpse of his chest hair, the grey making his
eyes appear even bluer, "and the jeans are replicated."

"Tom, you really should try these Talaxian trews.  They are so
comfortable."

"I'm sure they are Neelix, but you remember what happened when I tried
to adjust the pattern for them before," and Tom shook his head at the
memory, thanking all the gods that Neelix was very unfamiliar with
clothing replication, the clothes he had come on board with being as
long-lasting as they were bright.

Harry grinned conspiratorially at him, looking rather fetching in
black cloth trousers and a white shirt.

There was movement at the door, and Kathryn Janeway and Chakotay
entered the holodeck.

"Captain, Commander, welcome," Tom smiled widely, these were the two
people on board this ship who meant the most to him, after Harry.  He
not only respected and admired both of them, he considered them
family, and he'd always liked being with his family at Christmas.

"Hello, Tom," Kathryn Janeway smiled.  She wasn't, to Tom's mild
surprise, in uniform, but wore a soft blue dress, made of a fabric
that resembled wool, although Tom remembered that they'd picked it up
on the same planet he'd bought his shirt on.

"Tom, this is wonderful," Chakotay enthused, looking around the
holodeck, "Tree, decorations...any mistletoe?" he winked.

"Sort of down a bit and to your left.  Just where the Captain
is standing," Tom noted, and Chakotay turned to take advantage of the
situation.  Tom looked admiringly at Chakotay in his soft leather
pants, and brown shirt.  Gods, those pants were the ones he'd worn in
the Maquis...when Tom had lusted after him.  Those days were long
over, though Tom remembered a few thoughts he'd had when they'd
started this quest for home.  But Harry had been there, and Tom had
fallen in love with him almost without realising it.  Until he'd lost
him.  Then he'd almost lost him *again*.  That was when he'd told
Chakotay about his feelings.

Gods, his relationship with Chakotay was the most volatile of his
life, possibly excepting his father, of course.  He'd lusted after
Chakotay in the Maquis, had resented him whenthey'd started their
journey, deliberately needled him for weeks over that spy thing, begun
to respect the older man for his easy forgiveness of Tom after that,
and after nearly losing Harry, then the awful experience on Akritiria
and the buried memories of the rape, they'd actually managed to get
past all the baggage and become friends.  But Tom still wondered, what
if?  Not that he would *ever* change Harry, of course, but he did
think of Chakotay as "the one that got away".  Especially as he knew
now that Chakotay had shared those feelings.  But Tom firmly believed
that things turned out the way they were meant to, and he certainly
couldn't imagine *not* being with Harry now.

He smiled as Chakotay indicated the mistletoe with an impish smile,
and the smile widened as B'Elanna and Jerron entered the party, behind
a clutch of ensigns from Stellar Cartography, including Megan and
Jenny Delaney.  He'd mock-protested when he'd been asked to have
B'Elanna stand up for him instead of Chakotay, but he and Harry had
conspired, because they'd wanted to bring them together again after a
slight misunderstanding, and Chakotay had been all for that, wanting
B'Elanna to find the same happiness he and Kathryn and Tom and Harry
had found.

Tom wondered if the relationship would ever progress from escorts to
public functions and sex (at least he presumed there was sex, B'Elanna
wasn't about to confide *that* in him, and he didn't know Jerron well
enough to ask him), but there didn't seem to be much sign of that
happening anytime soon.

B'Elanna was wearing golden yellow, and looked beautiful.  Tom admired
her, purely aesthetically, he'd never felt more than friendship for
her, although there had been a few times when he had been on the verge
of a one-night stand, but he'd wisely decided *not* to risk their
friendship that way.  Jerron wore a Bajoran formal suit in black,
similar to the clothing he'd worn at Tom and Harry's wedding.

The party began humming after that, and Tom didn't get a chance to
think again for several hours, organising food, handing out gifts,
snatching an occasional kiss or dance with Harry, but eventually the
partiers started to disband, moving to duty or to their quarters to
sleep.

Eventually, when only Tom, Harry, Kathryn, Chakotay, B'Elanna and
Jerron were left, Tom ordered the privacy lock, and called up a log
fire, with comfortable couches in front of it.

"This is nice, Tom," Kathryn Janeway said, stretching her feet toward
the flames.

"Very nice," Chakotay agreed.

"Chakotay," Tom began, hesitantly, but he wanted to know, "I know that
you don't celebrate Christmas, so why do you attend a Christmas
party?"

"Well, Tom, for a start," looking affectionately at his wife, "My wife
does celebrate Christmas, and she participates in some of my religious
practices, so I feel that I am reciprocating.  And also, although I
don't celebrate Christmas per se, I like the feeling of being with the
people I care for at times when they celebrate.  I'd like to think
that when it comes time for *my* major holiday, and the other races on
the ship who don't celebrate Christmas, that we will celebrate those
with as much enthusiasm and joy as we are celebrating Christmas."

"Like the Bajoran Spring Festival?"  Jerron asked.

"Exactly.  I was on Bajor a few years ago at that time, and I really
enjoyed being a part of the celebration," Chakotay replied, "Please
put a note in the computer about it, and we'll plan a party on that
date.  Barring any circumstances beyond our control, of course."

"We're probably lucky that it's relatively tranquil now," Tom couldn't
help pointing out.

The rest of the group threw pillows at his grinning face, with
the exception of Harry who was curled on Tom's lap.  He protested the
assault, as he was also in the line of fire, and Kathryn Janeway said,
"Harry just had the unfortunate taste to fall in love with Tom, he has
enough to put up with living with him full time."

Chakotay chuckled, and agreed, and B'Elanna and Jerron desisted as
well, with laughing agreement.

"Why do people like to throw things at me?" Tom asked Harry looking as
innocent as a new-born lamb.

"If you need to ask..." was all Harry said.

"Well, what did you get me for Christmas, then?"  Tom asked, handing
Harry a package.

Harry smiled, and handed Tom a datapadd.

"File BMH."

Tom looked puzzled, and waited till Harry opened his present, a piece
of sculpture Tom had picked up a few planets ago, then called the file
up.

First there was a picture of the *Holodoc*?  Then the picture started
talking.

"Lieutenant Paris, Ensign Kim has asked me to explain the details of
pregnancy in human males."

"First, yours and Ensign Kim's genetic material is extracted..."

Tom listened in a daze.  He knew that it was possible for a human man
to carry a child, but he didn't know if he could...

"Harry," he whispered as their friends politely withdrew at a pleading
look from him, "I don't know if I can..."

"Do you want a child, Tom?"

"Yes, but I don't know if I could carry it."

"You don't have to.  I *want* to Tom.  I want to feel our child grow
inside my body."

"When?"

"Whenever we're ready."

"All right.  Harry, you couldn't have given me more for Christmas,"
and Tom kissed him gently.

Kathryn and Chakotay were talking quietly, while Jerron and B'Elanna
were standing under the mistletoe.  Jerron indicated the decoration
with a hesitant smile, and kissed B'Elanna gently.

"I love you," B'Elanna said.

"I love you, B'Elanna.  Perhaps now I should give you my Christmas
present?"

"Oh, Jerron, I didn't..."

"I don't *expect* anything, B'Ela.  Here," he handed her a small,
beautifully wrapped package.

She opened it carefully, and found a small jewellery box.

"Jerron..."

"Open the box," he smiled.

It was a ring.  Not diamonds, but a gold band, with a blue-green
stone.  Beautiful.

"Jerron, are you asking me..."

"Yes.  Will you marry me, B'Elanna?  I love you with all my heart."

"Yes, Jerron."

He kissed her again, and they moved back to the fireplace. B'Elanna
moved her hands deliberately towards the holographic flames, and the
light caught the ring.

"B'Elanna?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Are you...?"

"Yes.  Jerron gave me this for Christmas.  Do you like it?" she
teased.

Harry leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Congratulations.  I hope Jerron makes you as happy as Tom makes me."

She smiled at him, he had been the first person to make her realise
that people other than Chakotay could care for her, and she was glad
that he had been the first to know.

"Jerron, are you sure you can handle her?" Tom asked, teasingly,
having heard the last few sentences.

"I'm certain I can," Jerron smiled, "The question is, can she handle
*me*?"

The laughter of the foursome by the fireplace didn't escape the notice
of the other two occupants of the room.

"Should we tell them?"  Kathryn asked.

"Well, the Doc said that it would be all right.  If you want to."

"I do."

"Well, then..."

"Gentlemen, and B'Elanna," Kathryn began, hesitantly, "I have
something to share with you."

"What is it, Captain?"  Harry asked.

"For a start, when we're in an informal situation, I'd like you all to
call me Kathryn.  No one but Chakotay calls me that any more,and I'd
like to hear it a little more often."

"Kathryn," Tom said, "You're a worse tease than I am.  What do you
have to share with us?"

"I have kept this between three people, myself, Chakotay of course,
and The Doctor until now," Kathryn began again.

"Three months ago, I went to see The Doctor to discuss the
possibilities of my becoming pregnant.  I didn't know if I'd left
things a little late, or if I *could* have a child now, but most of
the problems are, if not solved, not as insurmountable as I'd
anticipated.  So, I asked The Doctor to implant a fertilised
embryo, and it took.  I'm three months pregnant," she finished
with a glowing smile.

Congratulations were exchanged, and Tom and Harry decided to share
their impending parenthood as well, prompting a teasing remark from
Chakotay that they could matchmake the children.

Harry and Kathryn looked on as their husbands debated the merits of
two boys, a boy and a girl, or two girls for matchmaking purposes,
while Jerron and B'Elanna stayed right out of it, having called up a
music subroutine, they were dancing together in a darkened corner.

When Tom and Chakotay had dealt with the options to their
satisfaction, they came back to their laughing spouses.

"What's so funny?"  Tom asked.

"Oh, just you two.  If you'd told me three years ago that *this*
would be how we'd be spending this Christmas..." Kathryn laughed.

"Kathryn, I'd never have thought it, either," Tom replied, placing
a kiss on Harry's hair, "But I wouldn't change a thing."

"Neither would I," was the prevailing sentiment echoed around the
room.

And Voyager sailed on into the unknown.

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The End