The BLTS Archive- Stress Relief II:  Harry
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Please do not distribute, archive, etc, without my permission.  May be
archived on the ASC archive, the CPSG archive, the PKSP archive and
R'Rain's Slash Archive only.  Please do not link to the story without
my permission.

This is a sequel to my previous C/P/K stories, Missing Scenes From
Resistance (the ep that marks the *only* C/P/K moment I've noticed in
canon so far), In Tom's Closet, Behind Sandrine's Bar, In The
Airponics Bay, Stress Relief I: Chakotay and Red Alert (a P/K
turbolift encounter set in this universe).  As with the previous
stories, this one can stand alone, as none of them have any
pretensions to a plot (if you find one, send it somewhere else, it's
in the wrong place).

Tip of the hat to PKSP's Ally and Mykkhal for the inspiration for the
'breathing' conversation and to CPSG's Karen D who likes to bug me for
C/P/K and inspired part of the 'strenuous sex' conversation.  This
one's for you.

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Tom stretched in his seat at the helm. Another slow day on the bridge.
He sometimes wished for just a *little* more excitement in his on-
duty hours, but he had learned, the hard way, to be careful what he
wished for. But there was surely a happy medium, enough excitement to
keep it interesting, but not enough to endanger anyone.  Of course,
revolutionary orbit of a planet *was* just about the most boring job a
pilot could do, and he often wished that he could palm these duty
shifts off onto one of the other pilots, like Batehart or Miller, or
even be part of the away team, as Harry was today.  

Unfortunately, today, Captain Janeway had decided that Seven needed
some experience gathering food. The planet below them was relatively
uninhabited, so it had been deemed a good choice for Seven's first
away mission.  Tom had been about to protest, but a look from Chakotay
had quieted the words as they began to form. So he was now stuck on
the bridge with Chakotay, Tuvok and B'Elanna.  Not exactly a fun bunch
while on duty.  Off duty, at least in one case, Tom knew that to be
the opposite, but Chakotay was *such* a stickler for protocol, and he
seemed to be *more* rigid when the Captain was not on the bridge.
But Tom knew that the Chakotay who was so rigid in public was an
uninhibited, abandoned lover in private, someone who took and gave
pleasure with a genuine joy that was rare to find.

And Tom had found it not once, but twice.

If anyone had told him, even a couple of years ago, that he would have
everything he had ever dreamed of, he would have called them at the
very least delusional.  He had never done more than dream that he
could have both of the men he cared for so deeply, thinking that it
would remain a fantasy.  He did sometimes hope to have one of them,
there were many times that he had considered taking that extra step
with Harry, but he had, in the end, decided that he could never choose
between them.  He had chased Kes, too briefly, in an attempt to get
them both out of his mind.  But Kes had been Neelix's, and she had
known that she would never have his soul, even if she had chosen to
try things with him.

But it had all changed, almost in an instant.  Tom grinned as he
remembered that pool game.  Even now, so long after, a mention of a
pool term in an intimate whisper was enough to make either of his
lovers blush.  Of course, they were perfectly able to do the same to
him. Not to mention any whispers about closets, the state of the floor
behind the bar at Sandrine's or the growth levels in the airponics
bay.   Oh, they all had their buttons.  And, more recently, stacks of
reports and turbolifts had been added to the erotic repetoire.  Tom
joked that soon they would be in a state of semi-arousal over morning
briefings.  Not that they weren't in that state most of the time
*anyway*, although there were occasions, as happened in every
relationship, when the sexual desires of all partners were not
synchronised.  Of course, the advantage of being three meant that such
problems were minor annoyances at best, at least most of the time.

"Daydreaming, Lieutenant?" a familiar voice whispered in his ear.

"Sorry, Commander," Tom replied, wondering if he had
ignored an order.

"No problem, Tom," Chakotay whispered, "I just didn't think it was a
good idea for you to be *quite* so distracted.  Were the thoughts at
least pleasant?"

"Oh," Tom grinned wickedly, "As I was thinking about you and Harry, I
think we can assume that the thoughts were at least *pleasant*."

"Please, Tom, not now.  We still have two hours before we can call our
time our own, and I am *not* spending that much time on bridge duty
with a hard-on.  It's *hell* to hide in this uniform, as you know."

"Okay, I'll behave.  For now."

"I never doubted the last for a moment, Tom."

The minutes of the duty shift passed on slow, plodding feet, and Tom
wondered why it seemed that the time spend doing one's duty took so
long, while leisure time seemed to fly by.  It was one of those
imponderables, he supposed.

Half an hour before the end of the shift, the call came.

"Transport three back, *now*," came the terse order from Kathryn
Janeway.

"But there were four..." B'Elanna whispered, a look from Tuvok serving
to quiet the next thought.

"Who isn't there?" Chakotay asked, not allowing worry to tinge his
voice.  Much.

"Ensign Kim's pattern is still in the buffer," Tuvok reported, no
emotion colouring his tone.  But there *was* something there.  No one,
except perhaps B'Elanna could have said for sure, but there was
something in the inflection.  Something that said that Tuvok was as
concerned as any of them about Harry.

The colour drained from Tom's face, and Chakotay stepped forward to
ensure the younger man would not collapse out of his chair.  He pulled
Tom up on unsteady feet, and without a word moved off the bridge,
Chakotay only pausing to acknowledge Tuvok's query as to whether he
should take over with a nod.  As the turbolift doors closed, a cry of
anguish could be heard, although neither B'Elanna nor Tuvok could
ascertain which man it had come from. Chakotay collapsed into Tom's
strong arms in the turbolift, the facade of the stoic Commander
melting like so much tissue.

"Tom, what will we do if...?"

"Harry's alive," Tom whispered, "Don't you think we'd *both* feel it
if he weren't?"

"But...is he all right?  We can't feel *that*!"

Tom held onto his lover, murmuring soothing words and phrases that he
tried to believe in as the turbolift kept going, too slowly.

At last the doors opened, and Tom breathed a sigh of relief as there
were no other crew members in the corridor.  He didn't want to have to
explain an almost hysterical First Officer when he felt on the verge
of breaking down himself.

"Chakotay, love, you *know* that Seven's boosted the transporters.
I'll bet she's working right now on getting Harry back," Tom murmured
as the doors of the transporter room slid open.

Tom was right.  Seven Of Nine, the stunningly beautiful former Borg,
who was also Kathryn Janeway's lover, was standing at the transporter
console.  Kathryn and Neelix were discussing the situation in hushed
tones.

"Chakotay, Tom, Seven's almost got a lock on him," Kathryn greeted
them
with guarded optimism.

"What *happened*?" Chakotay almost shouted.

"We were picking Minali fruit, and Harry wandered away a little.  It
wasn't far enough to worry, I thought, so I let him, as he seemed to
be thinking about something else as well. Knowing Harry, probably
music. Anyway, I didn't realise that there was a native party in the
grove of Minali trees.  Harry must have been seen, because the next
thing I knew, there was a huge commotion, and Harry screamed.  That's
when I ordered the beam-out.  I didn't want to leave him there, but
the Prime Directive..."

"Of course you couldn't do anything else," Tom said quietly.

"I have him," Seven's voice sounded triumphant.

The transporter pad shimmered, and a bloody, unconscious figure
appeared.  It was the most beautiful sight Tom and Chakotay had ever
seen.

Then they realised that he wasn't breathing.

"CPR?" Chakotay asked Tom, hesitantly.

"Well..." Tom drawled, able to find the humour even in this situation,
"We *could* take his pants down and stimulate his sphincter muscle as
well.  But I think CPR will do for now. I'll breathe, you do the
compressions."

"Sphincter muscle?" Chakotay asked as they began.

"I'll explain later," Tom grinned, as he placed his lips over Harry's,
a familiar position, but not in these circumstances, as Seven prepared
to beam them to Sickbay.

An hour later, the Doctor was regenerating the last of the bruises.
It seemed that Harry had been stoned by the people on the planet.

"It is lucky that there were no other weapons.  Ensign Kim has merely
suffered a slight concussion," the Doctor informed them in his
insufferably overbearing manner, as he prepared to regenerate the
concussion site.

"Now, what was that all about with the sphincter muscle?"  Chakotay
asked Tom, curiosity appearing now that they knew Harry would be all
right.

"It's a medical technique.  A way of stimulating breathing."

"Yeah?  I've got to admit, it *does* tend to make one
breathe more...heavily when stimulated, so there probably is something
to it," Chakotay grinned.

"Can we take him home now, Doc?" Tom asked as Harry made to rise from
the biobed.

"Yes, but no strenuous excercise.  Keep the...ah...bedroom activities
low-key, if he feels up to it at all, for tonight."

"Oh, damn," Tom mock-pouted, "That means no paddles, restraints or
ball gags."

"Not for at *least* a week," the Doctor replied, sounding scandalised.

"That was a *joke*, Doc," Tom grinned at him, "We don't need anything
but lube...oh, and occasionally chocolate mousse or caramel sauce.
Although it's *hell* to get out of chest hair."

The Doctor began listing alternate places to put the caramel or
chocolate as the three men, Harry being supported by his lovers, left
Sickbay.

As they arrived back at Chakotay's quarters, the largest of the three
men's, as neither Tom nor Chakotay was leaving Harry tonight, Harry
gently kissed each of his lovers on the cheek.

"I *do* feel...up to it.  If we can take it slowly.  Gods..."
Harry broke off as they entered the room and began talking again as
the doors slid closed, "I was so damn scared I'd never see you again,
never get to feel you beside me..."

"Us too, Harry," Tom whispered, gently removing the Sickbay gown from
his young lover.  When Harry was naked, Chakotay picked him up, to
laughing protests, and the three of them made their way to the
bedroom.  Harry was deposited on the bed, allowed to pull the covers
down, while Tom and Chakotay stripped each other with practiced ease.
Harry enjoyed the visual feast his lovers made, one so fair and pale
and thin, the other stockier, bronzed and dark, and his erection
hardened in response.  

Tom broke from Chakotay with a whisper in the Indian's ear, and
Chakotay went to the replicator.  Tom's eyes lit up as he laid them on
Harry again, and an eyebrow raised at Harry's hardness.  Tom  pounced
on him, kissing him gently, then nibbling his way south to the heated
length that waited for him.  Harry's moans became louder as Tom sucked
him gently to climax, Harry's seed spilling down Tom's willing throat.

Harry collapsed in exhaustion, knowing that he was not up for anything
more tonight, although he grasped Tom's hard erection with an
exhausted hand. Tom just lay there, pressing gentle kisses to Harry's
cheek and neck, as he waited for Chakotay to finish replicating his
requests.

Chakotay brought the tray of food Tom had asked for to them, kissing
Harry and noting his exhaustion.

"You couldn't have waited?"

"He was just *too* irresistible, as you well know," Tom grinned.

"Yes, I suppose I do.  And I suppose you want me to do something about
that?" pointing to Tom's erection.

"You scratch my back..." Tom indicated Chakotay's own erection.

"Actually, I'd prefer it if you scratched mine this time.  I'd
like you in me tonight."

Tom's eyes glowed as he began searching under the pillows for the tube
that he knew he'd find.  After a moment, he felt something land on his
back.  He rolled over to see Harry smiling at him, brandishing a tube
of gel, which he handed over after a brief struggle.

Harry sat back on the pillows, watching the men he loved pleasuring
each other.

Tom kissed his way over Chakotay's broad chest, paying homage to the
aching buds of his nipples, meanwhile entering him with a slick
finger. Chakotay moaned as the finger began moving inside him,
searching for the prostate, finding it, causing him to scream.  Tom
added two more fingers, feeling Chakotay open for him.  When he was
sure his lover was ready, Tom slowly entered him, thrusting gently at
first, then harder as Chakotay pushed back.  The thrusts became harder
and faster as both men felt climax approaching, then it was upon them
simultaneously, Tom's seed erupting inside the warm, willing body of
his lover, Chakotay's spurting onto the bed.  

Tom gently pulled out and lay beside Chakotay, too spent to do more
just yet.  Then he felt a warm, damp cloth cleaning him. He opened
satiated blue eyes to see Harry cleaning off Chakotay with his other
hand.

After Harry had finished and taken the cloths to the bathroom, the
three men curled up together, too exhausted to do more than whisper
quiet goodnights and exchange one last kiss before sleeping.

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The End