The BLTS Archive - Spark In The Dark
by kira-nerys (kardasi@kardasi.com)

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Welcome to the party
It's only me and you
Tell the world to go away babe
And I'll tell you what to do
Come over here and kiss me
I want to pull your hair
Turn out the lights and hold me
I want to touch you everywhere
We don't need nobody baby
We don't need champagne
I'll take you to the deepest,
Darkest, hottest lovers' lane

Spark in the Dark - Alice Cooper "Trash" 1989
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"I am sick of this!" Tom whined and gulped back another shot of
whiskey. Harry just glared at him. Tom had been complaining all
evening and finally he had gone from synthehol to that moonshine the
engineering staff had brewing in secret. If he went on this way, the
evening would end with Harry having to carry Tom back to his quarters
and the Lieutenant looking like a ghost on the bridge the following
day.

"Quit complaining, Tom," Harry groused and took another mouthful of
his glass of whiskey. Hey, it was only his first glass after all, so
he didn't have to feel guilty about it.

"You're no fun this evening! Here I am, feeling lonely, horny and
bored, and all you can do is tell me to stop complaining!" Tom
continued whining.

Sandrine's was full of people. Chakotay and the captain had shared a
quiet meal at one of the tables and now relaxed with B'Elanna and
Seven. The Doc was trying to strike up a conversation with Neelix. The
pained look on the Talaxian's face made Harry chuckle. Perhaps the Doc
was trying to get Neelix to watch another of his medical
presentations?

The Delaneys, Ayala and Chell were playing pool and he and Tom were
sitting at a dark, secluded corner of Sandrine's. Tom had scared
everyone off with his foul mood. Harry was contemplating leaving as
well, but knew he couldn't leave his friend. If he did, Tom would
probably be in no shape to fly Voyager the next day. This depression
of Tom's didn't happen as often as in the beginning, but it still
reared its ugly head now and then and as a friend, Harry decided that
it was his duty to see Tom through when it happened.

"I'm just trying to get you out of that funk," Harry said patiently.
"It's not like you can't get just about any of the women into bed if
you really put your heart into it. Megan is still looking this way,
drooling at the sight of you, even though you're well on your way of
being plastered."

"Hey, I'm not drunk," Tom said defiantly. "I've only had ... three
glasses of this stuff." His facial expression changed. "Oh, right -
maybe I'm not stone cold sober, but I still am not drunk enough to
take Megan to bed again."

"What's wrong with Megan?" Harry wondered and stared at his friend.
Would this perhaps be the moment he had been waiting for? A shot of
arousal went through his body at that thought. Was Tom finally through
playing with the Delaneys, drooling over Nicoletti and eyeing Seven's
- er - appendages?

"You know, Harry," Tom said and Harry's heart jumped at the sad
expression on his friend's face. "I'm just tired of it all, that's
what I am; tired of soulless sex, meaningless romps and flirtatious
one-night stands. I want something real. I want to be with someone who
cares about me and I want someone who can make me feel special. I want
to feel loved. Damn it, Harry!" Then Tom's expression changed again
and his eyes filled with scorn. "Listen to me. Shallow Tom Paris, the
easiest lay on Voyager, happy-go-lucky playboy wants love... Sheesh. I
can't believe I said that. Forget I mentioned it, Har," Tom shot back
the last drops of whiskey in his glass and got up to get some more.

"Oh no, you don't!" Harry said and grabbed Tom's arm rather firmly.
His friend sat down again, probably more out of pure surprise than
anything else. "Don't drink any more, Tom. It'll just make you feel
worse."

"Nothing can make me feel much worse than I already do," Tom said and
leaned back in his chair.

How did he get himself into these situations? Oh yes, there was a
simple answer to that question. Whiskey - too much of it to be
precise. Tom knew the smartest thing he could do now was get up from
that chair and go back to his quarters before he said something he
would really, truly regret.

"I think it's time for me to hit the sack," Tom said and rose to his
feet. He wasn't as drunk as he'd like to be. He could still stand
straight, he could still think and he was still fucking horny. At
least if he drank some more that would go away.

He turned around and moved from the table over to the secluded corner
where the whiskey was kept, and decided he really did need some more
of it. He walked into the shadows and did what he could to pour some
more into the glass he was carrying, but he didn't get very far before
a body pressed against him, pushing him even further into the
darkness.

"Hey!" Tom said and was forced to silence as his mouth was covered
with a set of wonderfully soft, kissable lips. He would have gasped if
he could when he realized who was actually doing the kissing, but the
shock was so great that he allowed Harry to push him further back into
the darkness. Harry pulled his lips away and Tom could breathe. He
sucked in a deep breath of air and tried to shake off the dizziness.
For the first time that evening he wished he hadn't been drinking at
all. Not even the synthehol. What was really happening here?

"Harry?" he said, his voice tinged with a panic he couldn't quite
suppress. "Harry, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm doing what you wanted. You said you were tired of meaningless
sex. You wanted someone to make you feel loved and wanted and you were
bored. So, here I am. We're the best of friends and I love you. I want
you and I sure as hell hope that the thought of you and I making out
on the Holodeck, only a few meters away from several of the bridge
crew, doesn't make you feel bored. "

"Harry," Tom said, his mind awhirl. He was already hardening. In fact,
the horniness he had been feeling all evening had escalated to a
degree he couldn't remember feeling in a very, very long time. He
groaned. "We can't do this, not here... "

"Sure we can, Tom," Harry said. "You're always the one telling me to
loosen up a little, to live a little. So, here I am. Don't tell me
you're going to chicken out. Unless of course, you don't really want
me..."

Tom leaned against the wall. He could hardly see Harry's face in the
darkness. He felt like they were standing in some private little
cocoon where the real world couldn't really reach them. Harry's eyes
shone with desire and Tom swallowed. Was this really happening?

"You've never - I didn't... "

"You didn't know how I feel," Harry filled in for him.

Tom nodded.

"That, Tom Paris, is because you weren't supposed to find out," Harry
said softly and came closer. Tom swallowed. His mouth was dry and his
heart was pounding. "Now tell me - how do you feel, Tom?"

"Oh Harry, I want you. You don't know how much..." Tom admitted.
Suddenly he found himself being kissed by those full, gorgeous,
loveable lips once more. He leaned into the kiss, and returned it with
all his passion. All the passion he had felt for Harry for so long but
been unable to show.

Harry's heart was beating harder than ever. In fact, other things were
harder than ever... He was glad he'd taken the chance. He had never
expected Tom to be so responsive but the kisses he received were
nothing less than urgent, enthusiastic and passionate. He watched Tom
through lowered lashes, and his friend's face was slightly flushed,
not from alcohol but from passion. Those amazingly blue eyes had
changed color and were almost black as well.

The feeling of those beautiful lips underneath his own was driving
Harry mad and he pressed closer to Tom. Their erections brushed
together and Harry had to pull away from Tom's kisses to gasp. Harry
was afraid he was going to come from just kissing him. He buried his
face in the crook of that long neck, inhaling the scent that was all
Tom. He'd never been so close to his friend before and he savored the
closeness, relished in it as if it was a priceless treasure, and by
god, that was exactly what it was.

"Tom," he moaned, when his friend's arms came around his waist to pull
him closer. Flat palms moved over his back, caressing his shoulders.
The long fingered pilot's hands buried themselves in his thick, black
hair and pulled at his head so that Tom could reach his lips and kiss
him again. Harry readily complied and groaned once more as Tom's
kisses grew open-mouthed and wet. When Tom thrust his tongue inside
his mouth, Harry welcomed it. He allowed his own tongue to play with
Tom's, tasting his friend, savoring the smoky flavor of the whisky and
the sweetness beneath that was all Tom. Harry felt his knees buckle.
He had no idea it would feel this good. He had no idea.

"Oh, Tom," he moaned again, and fell to his knees, allowing his hands
to move over the lithe body, feeling the hardness of the other man's
muscles underneath the shirt. He pressed his cheek against Tom's
crotch, feeling the erection press against him as he did so.

"Harry," Tom protested. "I want you to suck me, but shit, Har, we
can't do it here!"

Why not, was the question that went through Harry's head. Why should
that be wrong? I want you, I love you and I am going to show you just
how much.

He vaguely remembered that doing this in a secluded corner of
Sandrine's, only meters away from his fellow crewmates might not be a
good idea. But he could not bring himself to care. They were sheltered
here. It was a dark corner, not in the line of sight from anyone. They
would be safe and he could not wait. He just couldn't wait. If he
couldn't taste Tom in his mouth right now, he would surely die.

Tom's knees nearly buckled when he felt Harry mouth him through his
jeans. Those gorgeous, full lips nibbled his painful hard-on through
the fabric and he couldn't stifle an agonized moan. The only thing
keeping him standing was the surprisingly firm grip of Harry's hands
on his hips. He wanted this. No one knew how much. The emotions Harry
was provoking inside him were so intense he couldn't bring himself to
care if they were to be discovered.

If Tuvok throws us in the brig, maybe he will put us in the same
cell...

Harry's hot breath reached through the fabric and Tom thought he was
going to come.

Oh shit!

He thrust his hips forward involuntarily as Harry's hands moved from
his hips to the fly of his pants, swiftly opening up the zipper and
pulled his cock out. Tom was infinitely glad he'd decided not to wear
underwear this evening.

This is not happening!

Harry's hand gripped the base of his erection, steadying it, before
those hot lips took him in.

Again Tom couldn't stifle a moan and he thought he was going to die
from the pleasure of it all. Harry, his best friend. Harry, one of the
most gorgeous men he'd ever seen in his life was sucking him off - in
public. It was utterly, unbelievably erotic.

I'm going to pass out!

"Oh Harry," he groaned as those lips took him in fully, the tongue
swirling over the tip of his cock, along the underside and finally he
found all of his length and hardness engulfed in Harry's mouth.

Harry was obviously not the innocent little thing he'd believed.

Harry, you little prick, I'm going to get you for this!

"Oh, fuck," he grunted as he exploded into the younger man's mouth.
Pleasure rippled through his body in almost violent waves. He thought
for a moment he would actually pass out from the ecstasy of it all. He
didn't, but he lost balance. As Harry's warm lips left his now
softening member, he slid to the floor in a heap.

It took several minutes before he could regain his composure enough to
make himself presentable again. He then opened his eyes and stared at
Harry. His friend seemed different. Closed off from him somehow. Tom
shuddered. He could always read Harry's face. Why couldn't he do so
now?

"Are you okay, Thomas?" Sandrine's voice came to them as she appeared
from the bar. Her eyes were concerned.

"I'm fine. We're just - ah - talking," Tom said and rose to his feet,
as a wicked smile crept upon his face when he saw his own essence
glistening in the corner of Harry's mouth.

He leaned forward and licked it away and Harry's frown disappeared. A
broad smile spread on his face and Tom said.

"How about it Harry, why don't we finish this off in my quarters?"

The grin widened when Harry gasped, as Tom wickedly squeezed his
friend's cock through his pants.

"Oh yeah Tom. I think I'd like that."

"Let's go then.... "

Tom felt happier than he'd done in a long time. Still horny, but
definitely not bored anymore. He felt special... he felt loved, and
all because of Harry...

He threw a glance back at Sandrine's just as they exited. The crowd
was still rowdy, and nobody even seemed to pay attention to them as
they left. Except for Sandrine. An enigmatic and rather mischievous
smile played at the corner of her lips. Tom couldn't help but smile
back. Sandrine would keep their secret....

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The End