The BLTS Archive - Ship Tales The Solution is Two by Mandy (mandyfyn@hotmail.com) --- Feedback: Sure. Disclaimer: Just a little fanfic Note: Written for Darksusie who requested a male threesome. I could not get this anywhere near 250 words, so you got 3 parts of 500 words each in the one post. --- Tuvok focused on the orange flame, but again his attempt to reach a meditative state was unsuccessful. The annoying 'bre-brop' of someone at his door caused a momentary sensation of relief, followed by anger at the interruption and then frustration at his unwelcome emotional response. He clenched his fists in an effort to stop his hands from shaking as he fought to regain control. The chime sounded again before he was completely successful, and his command to enter was terse even to his own ears. Tom Paris stood just inside the doorway. "Ahh, Tuvok, may I come in?" "You are already inside my quarters." "I mean, I'd like to talk to you about something.... Personal." Tuvok examined Tom's appearance. The somber outfit, completely unlike the collection of Hawaiian shirts and other bright, off-duty clothing, was so conservative as to almost be a costume. He inclined his head and indicated a seat. He sat opposite and waited. Tom shifted uncomfortably, then burst into speech. "I was in Sickbay when you came in to consult the Doctor." He held up his hand. "I didn't hear anything, and the Doctor didn't discuss it with me, but he left your file on screen in his office while he dealt with Doug Bronowski's crushed hand. I was putting some PADDs in his office when I saw it." Tuvok stiffened minutely. "I closed it down, but I recognized the pattern of the readings. My medical training includes helping the Doc with some of his pet research projects." Tom leaned forward. "Tuvok, you're my friend. I can help. I want to help." "You cannot help me." Tom ignored Tuvok's uncompromising response. "Yes, I can. Seriously, no tricks. The Doctor has already determined that neither medication nor meditation will be sufficient to get you safely through your time. You need a real person. Is it a problem if that person is male?" "No, however, you still cannot help me. You have neglected to consider the bond that takes place between the parties, that mitigates -" Tom interrupted. "But I have considered it. I'm guessing you don't want to sever the bond with your wife," he waited for Tuvok's confirmatory nod, "so bonding with someone else on Voyager is not an option. Therefore, to make it...easier...you don't need one person - you need two." The logical speech he'd practised had vanished from his memory. He hoped Tuvok could intuit the details. He looked directly into Tuvok's eyes, which narrowed thoughtfully as they regarded Tom in return. "You are not two." "No, but there is someone else...." "Commander Chakotay would -." "No!" interrupted Tom. "I mean, unless you want him, but I meant someone different." "Did you mean Ensign Kim?" "No, not Harry." "Then who?" Tom told him. "We get together sometimes. We've, ah, discussed the idea before. Of a threesome. With you. Theoretically," he added hurriedly. Tuvok closed his eyes. He considered many things and then looked into Tom's guileless blue eyes that still watched him and made his decision. --- Hot water pounded down on the two men jockeying for position in the shower stall in Lieutenant Paris' quarters. "We should have showered separately, Tom." Ayala nudged Tom out from under the spray, and then rotated his shoulders under the high- pressured needles. He groaned when soapy fingers massaged the knotted muscles of his neck. "Aren't you enjoying this?" "Too much." He gave a deep moan of pleasure and pushed back into Tom's hands. "What about your water rations? I'll give you half of mine." "Uh uh. The Doc gave me...us an extra allowance, on medical grounds. I forgot to tell you. Now just enjoy. Tuvok isn't expecting us for another ninety minutes or so." Ayala leant forward against the shower wall, letting the water hit the small of his back and let Tom work out the kinks in his back. Then the water temperature and pressure decreased to that of a gentle warm rain and he felt Tom crouch behind him. His soft hum of pleasure at the touch of a warm tongue was a bare escape of breath. The falling water masked the lapping sounds he usually heard; now he simply concentrated on feeling Tom work his tongue down his flanks and over his hips. They'd been together enough times to learn some things the other enjoyed and he waited with anticipation for Tom to spread him, to tease him a little and finally rim him. It was a rare treat, and he quivered in anticipation. Tom was right, this was better than just preparing themselves in advance. He didn't exactly get why they couldn't have just gone to Tuvok's quarters. Medical stuff just wasn't his thing. He got the basic idea of the pon farr - fuck or die - hell, who on board didn't after Vorik, but the hormonal shit that went with it just slid right on by. He decided he was content to put things down to some weird Vulcan ritual as to why they couldn't get together sooner, and then Tom's tongue drove any coherent thought from his brain. --- Tom threw the towels into the bathroom and twitched the covers on the bed until they lay straight. He surveyed the borrowed robes Ayala wore. The earthy tones of red, brown and orange suited him, and being only an inch shorter than Tuvok, they fit him well enough. His own ankles showed below the hem of his costume, but he liked the ink, steel and parchment shades. No-one would be able to tell that both men were naked beneath the robes, or that they had spent an hour fooling around on the bed, teasing and preparing each other until both were thrumming with need. Tom paced anxiously for a few moments, impatient for Tuvok's communication. Ayala laughed and caught his arm as he passed by for the third time. He drew Tom close, but before he could say anything, Tuvok's voice warned them to prepare for transport, and then they dissolved in the familiar blue beam. --- "My mind to yours." Tuvok's presence in Tom's mind was familiar and yet not. This time there was none of the almost delicate search through his memories; there much more of Tuvok. The emotions of this unshielded Tuvok flared in hot bursts of color - red, orange, yellow - and Tom was irresistibly drawn to them. Had Tuvok's pon farr progressed much further, he would surely have immolated, but another presence, solid and earthy, joined him, jolted him back to reality and together they turned their attentions to he who needed them. "Is there any ritual to be followed for removing these costumes?" It was like heading into a mission without all of the relevant information and Ayala was worried they would inadvertently ruin things for Tuvok. Hot hands grasped the fastenings at his neck and shoulders and wrenched the material apart. "Obviously not," was all he managed before his head was held firmly in place and his mouth assaulted. For a moment, emotions shared through the link overwhelmed him, but then some of Tuvok's own teachings struggled to the fore; he'd obviously drawn on his Vulcan heritage when training the security teams in methods of resisting mental coercion. For now, Tuvok would not have things all his own way, and he returned the kiss with interest. Tom managed to finish removing Ayala's robe, and then he stripped Tuvok. From a pocket in his own robe he removed some tubes of medical-grade lubricant the Doctor had given him. He tossed one on the sofa, toward which Tuvok was herding Ayala, then he headed for the bedroom. He glanced around, appreciating the simple, elegant adornments as he efficiently stripped the coverings from the bed. He left the second tube within easy reach on the nightstand, and divested himself of the suddenly restrictive clothing, now wanting nothing more than to be with the others. Foreplay had given way to biological imperative. Tom burned along with Tuvok and his hand worked his dick, matching each thrust into Ayala. There was something mesmerizing about Tuvok's long spine and he stared at the play of muscles beneath the sweat-sheened skin before being gathered up in the maelstrom that was Tuvok's orgasm. A lesser series of pulses that was the second-hand experience of Ayala's climax matched Tom's own and he came with a shout onto Tuvok's back. Tuvok was still erect when he withdrew from Ayala. He indicated they should move to the comfort of the bedroom and soon enough the flames rose stronger and brighter, and then it was Tom's turn. Ayala held him, mumbling vague words of encouragement. But it was not all Tuvok's way, and the humans ganged up on the Vulcan, treating him to other things when it seemed their bodies could no longer respond. Later, they lay together, wanting to share the aftermath as they had they joining. "Oh, yeah." "Count me in." And one familiar with Vulcan nuances would have read pleasure in Tuvok's expression at the answers to his silent question. --- The End