The BLTS Archive- Red Alert
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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The promised PWP.  Short, sweet and a bit smutty.

May be archived on the PKSP and R'Rain's archive *only*.

May be posted to BLTS and PKSP *only*.

The lifts and the guys belong to other people, not,
unfortunately me.  Although this story is P/K, it takes place in
my C/P/K angst-free universe.

Not beta'd or anything like that.  And yes, I know that it's
probably not the electrics, but I can't think of a better term
right now.

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Tom and Harry glanced at each other.

"Don't start that, or we'll never be able to face Captain Janeway."

"I don't care," whispered into ear while tonguing the lobe.

"Harry...ooh...it's a *red alert*!"

"I know...and I'm trying to get one out of *you*."

Suddenly, the lift stopped.

"Harry?"

"Not me."

"Damn, the electrics must have shorted out again.  At least the 
emergency lights are working...ooh," as he was pulled into a kiss as 
hot as the warp core.

Smile, pulling back to appreciate the sight of lust-darkened blue eyes 
and fair skin.

"What*ever* will we do to pass the time?"

Almost incoherently, "I can think of a few things..."

Bodies mold together as if made to fit that way.  Clothes are 
carefully discarded, necks kissed and sucked.  Harry's mouth moves 
downward first, finding the nipples in the soft chest hair, causing 
loud moans of pleasure.

Continuing down the lovely expanse of skin, a scream is wrenched out 
of the pilot as his navel is tongued, then a wordless cry of ecstacy 
as he is finally engulfed in his lover's hot, wet mouth. A few thrusts 
of the hips, a few strokes with the tongue, and Tom is releasing hot 
liquid into Harry's eager mouth. Harry eagerly swallows every drop, 
only letting Tom go when he is sure that he has no more to give him.

Tom smiles tiredly, "Wow."

"As always," Harry smiles back, but it's a bit...forced.  Tom notices.

"Your turn," and he leaps on Harry, kissing everywhere he can reach. 
 Harry doesn't try to guide him, he loves this, Tom's uncoordinated 
kisses and caresses are making him hotter, if that's possible.  Tom 
settles into a deep kiss, tongues moving wildly, while stroking 
Harry's hardness. Harry thrusts into those long, slender fingers, 
moaning into the kiss.  A few creative strokes later, and Harry cried 
out in pleasure.

They cuddled together on the floor of the lift, enjoying the 
afterglow, until the lift started moving.

Raised eyebrow, "I think we'd better get dressed, or at least decent."

"Good idea."

Just as they're fastening their uniform jackets, the lift opens up to 
the bridge.

"Well, gentlemen, it seems that you missed the fun," Kathryn Janeway 
smiled at them.

"Oh, I wouldn't say *that*," Tom winked at Chakotay and turned his 
best choirboy expression on the Captain.

"Later," Harry mouthed to the First Officer, who clearly knew exactly 
*what* his lovers had been up to in the lift.  He'd certainly seen 
them in this post-lovemaking state often enough.

Harry grinned and imagined re-enacting the earlier scene for Chakotay 
later that night, before he turned to his console to assess the damage 
done in the attack.

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The End