The BLTS Archive- Threesomes
#7: Impromptu
by Ny Martin (nfmartin@fas.harvard.edu)

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c 1996

Disclaimer: Like I'd be lucky enough to make up such gorgeous
characters as Tom, Harry, and B'Elanna. I'm just letting them have
some after-hours fun. Paramount owns our heroes: I own this detailed
description of what they do out of uniform (COPYRIGHT Nyani-Iisha F.
Martin, 1996) I'm not going to make any money off of it, so please
don't either, or claim it as yours and send it to fanzines.

This story is a nice hot chunk of m/m smut. All smut, just smut,
undiluted by plot or storyline. If that's not to your taste, don't
read it, OK?

[Note: This is probably, given how hard they all work, the better part
of a week after "Consolations"; it's the first time Harry and Tom get
to lay hands on each other after the events in that story. ]

[Further note: all of this was, say, shortly before Basics. I'll be
getting to stories that deal with Season 3 pretty soon.]

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Neither of them had planned it, but that's how these things are
sometimes. Nobody planned the attack, either, or the damaged nacelle;
if they had, they'd surely have picked a better time than the middle
of "the night" for Alpha Shift. However, one could've sworn that Tom
*had* planned the maneuvers he executed, they were so perfect,
especially the one that sent the two Vidiian ships smacking into each
other; what was better yet, they stuck together, bound by a sideful
each of twisted, melted metal, and Voyager could finish both with
one torpedo and go on her way.

Harry had meant merely to congratulate Tom. In the aftermath of the
battle he had a ton of work to do, reports to write, systems to
check....but when he turned from the closing turbolift door to look
into Tom's eyes, they had gone dark like the sea, and Harry's
congratulations were crushed between their lips.

In his haste, grabbing Harry's shoulders, Tom slammed him up against
the wall; a small part of Harry's brain thought, "me and turbolifts",
and he would have smiled if he could, but Tom was kissing him far too
urgently to claim any less than all of his attention. Harry clutched
Tom's shoulders as Tom slid his hands down his chest and around his
sides, pulling him into a tight embrace, pressing their bodies
together until it felt like their uniforms had melted away in the
heat, and kissing him firmly and hotly all the while; by the time Tom
let go of his mouth to look at him Harry was completely breathless.
Holding onto Tom to steady himself, feeling his broad back under his
arms, Harry looked up into that flushed face, full of passion and love
and desire, and felt the deck rock under his feet.

Then he closed his eyes and sighed, gently pulling himself away,
willing his thudding heart to slow again. "Tom, I can't. I have a
report to...."

Tom forestalled those protests by bending his head to Harry's ear,
tracing its curves with his tongue. _Dammit_, Harry thought, even as
he felt himself sag into Tom's arms, heard himself moan; he liked that
nearly as much as he did being bitten, and he knew that Tom knew it.
Feeling Harry slump into his grasp, Tom seized the advantage and
kissed his way across the achingly sensitive skin of Harry's jaw,
finishing at his mouth with as warm and sensuous as kiss as he could
ever manage, grinding his hips into Harry's until he trembled
with arousal.

And *then* he pulled his head back, and Harry, not quite restraining a
small moan of protest, had to stop himself from reaching for those
lips with his own; Tom disengaged his arms, crossing them as he
stepped backwards to lean against the opposite wall, and smirked at
Harry--- or, more accurately, at one particular reaction of his.
"Still have paperwork?"

Harry slumped against the wall, pressing his palms flat against it,
and mentally cursed the uniforms to the ninth ring of Hell and back.
"Tom...."

Tom's smile grew warmer, softer, more open; he crossed the lift again
to lean against the wall beside Harry, but didn't touch him. "Harry,
I....if you really have to work, then you have to. But I just flew the
finest ship in Starfleet out of disaster's grasp, and all I could
think of was you and B'Elanna as the ship danced under my hands, and
my blood is singing with life, and I want you so badly....I want you."

Harry looked up into Tom's eager face to see a banked fire glowing in
his eyes, a fire that caught in Harry's blood, fueled by Tom's words,
his crisp musk, his warm, firm solidity. "I can't say no to you, can
I?" Harry replied with happy resignation, just as the lift stopped;
Tom grinned at him, but there was something much more serious in those
eyes.

---

And his eyes held the truth. As soon as his door shut behind them Tom
had his arms around Harry's shoulders, kissing the back of his neck as
he undid the fastenings on the uniform; when Harry tried to turn
around Tom made a scolding noise and then bit him gently on the
shoulder. _He bites differently than B'Elanna,_ Harry thought,
surprised; then Tom pressed his teeth in as he stroked his nipples,
and Harry gave up trying to think.

Between the two of them they made short work of the uniforms; Harry
emerged from a haze of sensation to find himself pressing forward on
Tom, who was leaning back against the wall, and kissing him fiercely,
arms tight around his waist. With a gasp Harry pulled himself back,
not wanting to crush Tom and possibly make him have another reaction,
and gasped again as he shifted and their erections bumped.

Tom, looking a bit surprised, opened glazed, unfocused eyes. "Why'd
you stop?" he asked, focusing with effort, then saw the answer in
Harry's face. "Jeez, Harry. I'm not a teenage girl, I won't break.
Come here." And with that he pulled Harry's face back up to his and
kissed him till his knees went weak.

_I'm going to fall down_ Harry thought, even as his hand went up into
Tom's hair and Tom's slid warmly over his behind. _I'm so turned on I
can't stand up._ With that he pulled back again, and before Tom could
comment, said breathlessly, "Don't you have a bed?"

Tom grinned. "If you get off me I can show you where it is."

"If *I* get off you!" said Harry with mock indignation.

"Yeah," said Tom, as he wrapped one hand around Harry's arm, and then
kissed him again, tugging him towards the bedroom; in loving revenge,
Harry wrapped his hand around him, running one fingernail behind the
glans, and felt Tom start so dramatically he all but fell onto the
bed, taking Harry with him. Having kept his hold, Harry knelt over his
lover and kissed him, pinching Tom's nipples and stroking him till he
could feel his entire body go tense underneath his, Tom's hands
gripping Harry's arms so tightly he was surely leaving marks.
Harry loved making Tom a quivering wreck with happiness, making him
feel good in his beautiful skin; he'd certainly felt far more than bad
enough in it for one lifetime. When Harry sat back, Tom let out a
little moan and reached for him, and he felt himself well repaid for
being seduced.

Then he took note of his gripping hand; the whole concept of precum
still rather surprised Harry, who didn't make much. "That's a lot," he
said, looking down at his soaking-wet palm; then he held it up for Tom
to see, and he actually flushed pink, much to Harry's satisfaction.
"If I'd known flying was that much fun I'd've gone into piloting."

But Tom didn't return the teasing. Instead, he looked up at Harry, for
a moment so serious and so beautiful Harry caught his breath and
thought his heart might break with joy."You give me wings," Tom said,
and, grabbing Harry by the shoulders, pulled him down and kissed him
deeply again,then buried his face in Harry's hair and hugged him.

"Tom," Harry breathed, and lost his thoughts for a moment in the sheer
sensation of Tom's body lying warmly entangled with every inch of his.
"Um, I....can we...."

Tom was merciful...as well as every bit as horny."What did you think I
wanted?" he teased, moving sideways under Harry so he could grin up at
him. "To play cards?"

Harry rolled his eyes and smiled. "What did we do with the lube?"

"I think we managed to put it on the table last time." When Harry
climbed off him to go find the lubricant, Tom kept one arm around him,
letting his hand slide over Harry's back and behind, thigh and calf,
unwilling to be completely separated from him; Harry smiled at that,
and nearly strained a muscle in his back trying to reach the lube
without leaving Tom's hold. When he came back, Tom sat up and took the
jar from him, opening it. "Sheesh, we're getting low. Do you
think we're doing this too much?" he asked ironically, and laughed
when Harry hit him gently. "Ok, who goes first?"

"I do," said Harry with a grin. "You dragged me down here and all."

"Yeah, you came *so* unwillingly."

"Do you want me to fuck you before my conscience catches up to me or
not?"

"Not to mention your sensor readings." Tom gently pushed Harry's hands
away from the jar. "No, let me do the greasing," he said, and smiled,
that dazzling smile that Harry could never get enough of.

Not that he needed much persuasion to lie back on his elbows and let
Tom apply the lube with liberality and vigor, until he was quite
afire, clutching the sheets and moaning. "God, Tom, please! Stop!"
Harry gasped, and lay there for a long moment, getting his breath
back. "Any more of that and I might forget to be gentle."

"Who said you should be gentle?"

Harry opened his eyes in surprise, and looked searchingly up at Tom.
"I don't want to hurt you..."

"I know. You're so careful....I love that," Tom said, and smiled
again, and Harry felt himself go even warmer all over. "But....Harry,
I want to feel you, hard and fast, inside me, you know?" He gave Harry
his hand and helped him sit up. "I promise I won't break."

"You can't promise that," said Harry, but he smiled anyway, then
raised his other hand, shaking his index finger to emphasize his
words. "But if it hurts..."

Tom grinned. "I think I remember someone saying, 'boy am I sore, but
it was worth it.'" He grinned wider at Harry's blush, then sobered.
"I'm finally with someone who would care if I said 'stop'. I really do
appreciate that."

_Oh, Tom._ Emotion rushing through him, Harry pulled Tom forward by
his hand to kiss him; the kiss deepened for a long moment before Tom
broke away and knelt on the bed, smiling coyly over his shoulder, and
Harry smiled back before leaning over him and kissing his neck.
Feeling the smooth, surprisingly soft skin of Tom's back against his
own chest and stomach, and the vibration of Tom's excited breathing,
Harry wanted, so badly, to wrap his arms around him as tightly as he
could and just hold him until they all but melted into one another---
_and then fuck him so hard he screams with joy_, Harry thought, and
was surprised at himself; he knew he didn't want to send Tom into
another flashback....But, Tom had said not to worry so much....

Tom, feeling Harry pause, solved the problem for him by reaching back
and wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling them tight like a sash
while Harry laughed. "There, now I can *feel* you," Tom announced
with satisfaction. "So, what are you waiting for? My heart attack?"

"Demands, demands," said Harry, unwrapping one arm to grasp Tom's hip
firmly. "I guess you're ready," he said, and started, very slowly---

And gasped when Tom, pushing against the bed, drove himself backwards
onto Harry, impaling himself with a low moan. "I told you," he panted.
"You can be rough."

"Tom...." Harry wailed, clinging to his control by the thinnest
thread, feeling himself buried in Tom, so deeply.... _Oh, gods, Tom,
don't feel so good, don't set me on fire like this I don't want to
hurt you---"

"Harry, I want you," said Tom simply, his voice thick and breathy, and
the thread broke. "Tom," Harry said again, moaning this time,
clutching his lover's hips and pressing chest to back, and thrust. And
Tom moaned. And Harry, going lightheaded with desire, closed his eyes
and thrust again, as deeply as he could, and Tom threw his head back
with a groan.

_Oh no--_ Before Harry could more than begin to worry, Tom gasped for
air and choked out, barely able to speak, "Yes! Harry, oh, yes...."
and Harry gripped Tom's hip so tightly he could feel the bones through
the skin, wrapped his hand around him and felt his pulse throb in his
erection, and all the while kept thrusting as hard as he could,
pulling Tom back towards himself with both hands, feeling him so warm
and so tight. Tom, arms outstretched and golden head down, pushed
forward against Harry's hand and back in time with his
thrusts, moaning with each one, and Harry could feel the low moans
vibrate through their bodies, feel Tom's deep and rapid breathing, his
abdomen pulsating under his arm, their flesh smacking together, and
each breath, each slap, each moan, made Harry want to hear another,
made him want to make Tom so happy he forgot everything but Harry
inside him, arms around him, kissing his back and moaning how much he
loved him, as their blood grew hotter and hotter, rising up to the
boiling point....

And then Harry leaned back to thrust even deeper twice more, and Tom
threw his head back, eyes closed, so beautiful, and came, yelling, and
Harry had one moment to adore the tense curve of his throat before he
realized he was yelling too, yelling, "I love you, I love you" as he
came so hard the world went white with one central flash of gold.

Harry came so hard he blacked out for a moment; he came back to
himself halfway off Tom's back, and had pretty much fallen off by the
time the fog cleared. Tom, his hairline decorated with little drops of
sweat, collapsed beside him, just managing to drape one moist arm over
Harry's chest, and they both lay there for several minutes, breathing
hard, not really thinking but just feeling each other's presence.

Tom recovered first. _Of course; he did less of the work_, thought
Harry with a cheerful lack of chagrin, as that arm over his chest
wrapped tightly around him and Tom pulled him into a kiss. Harry
wrapped his arms round Tom's neck and they just lay there for a
moment, kissing each other deeply, and Harry could feel Tom's heart
beating against his, his fingers warm around his back, and, gluing
them together, the sticky spot on Tom's stomach from lying in the wet
spot.

Then Tom let go of Harry's mouth, to look down into his eyes. "I want
to fuck you," he said with soft intensity, and Harry shivered, Tom's
seriousness sending a chill down his spine. Harry so loved Tom when he
was serious; of course, he also loved him when he was flippant, but to
see the man behind the persona, to see what Tom really took seriously
and to see that he was part of that....it was so wonderful. Harry
still couldn't speak, his heart was too full, so he kissed Tom again
for reply.

When the kiss broke, he started to turn over, but Tom stopped him.
"Harry, can you stay on your back? I want to...." And then Tom
blushed, and Harry knew it had to be something interesting, for *Tom*
to turn red. "I want to look at you," he said, in that same soft,
intense tone of voice. "I want to watch your face, I want to look into
these eyes...." he said, trailing off, as he touched Harry's cheekbone
below one eye, stroking Harry's cheek with his fingertips. "I...."

"Of course, Tom. Whatever you want me to do." Harry hadn't known he'd
say these words till he did, but Tom smiled to hear them; he added, "I
love you, you know," and it was nearly painfully beautiful, how happy
and grateful Tom looked, his blue eyes shining with unshed tears as he
warmly kissed Harry again and then squeezed him tightly, burying his
face in his shoulder for a long moment.

In fact, Tom didn't lift his head until he felt Harry squirm
underneath him and looked up to see that he was reaching for the lube.
"You're poking me," Harry explained, and was most gratified to see
Tom's broad grin before he kissed him again. Still kissing Harry
deeply, Tom pulled the jar out of his hand, pinning him down with the
kiss when he made sounds of protest; Harry was a bit disappointed, as
he felt it was his turn to do the lubing, but disappointment
vanished into curiosity when Tom sat up. "Stay right here," he said
with a gentle pat to his hip, and, getting out of bed, vanished into
the bathroom, where Harry could shortly hear water running.

Tom came back with two dripping washcloths, one wrapped around the jar
of lube, which he set on the floor as he sat on the bed. Harry leaned
up on one elbow when he saw the jar swaddled like that, about to ask
what Tom was up to, when he was gently pressed flat, Tom's hand on his
chest. "I thought you were going to fuck me."

"Ah, the impatience of youth," replied Tom with a smirk; Harry *was*
getting hard again. "I had an idea."

"And I have reports to write."

"You're still thinking about that?" Tom rolled his eyes, looking a bit
annoyed. "I must not be much fun in bed." Harry had already opened his
mouth to protest when he saw the corner of Tom's mouth move up just
enough to let him know that the self-deprecation wasn't serious.
Still, having his mouth open was convenient when he gasped; Tom
dropped the washcloth on his groin. It was just a nanometer
this side of hot, and soaking wet; water ran down Harry's thighs and
behind as Tom grinned at his reaction and leaned forwards to kiss him,
washing him as he did so. Switching hands, Tom lay down beside Harry,
one hand propping his head up, and Harry threw an arm around his
shoulders as soon as he had his breath back.

Just as Harry was beginning to notice the cloth cooling, Tom pulled it
off and dropped it on the floor. "Oh, look, you're soaking wet," he
said in such a mock- innocent tone of voice Harry nearly fell off the
bed laughing. "I guess I'd better vaccum-dry you." Tom wiggled down to
suck Harry into his mouth, and Harry's laughter became a lot more
breathless as he clutched the sheets, trembling as Tom wrapped his
tongue around him. Tom took Harry's balls in his other hand, caressing
them with his thumb, and chuckled at his deep moan so that he could
feel the vibration; then Tom started bobbing his head, and drove Harry
out of his mind with pleasure. Clutching the covers so tightly they
nearly tore, he arched his back, biting his lip and bucking up towards
Tom's wonderful mouth---

---and then collapsed in frustration when Tom sat up, the breeze of
his passing maddeningly cool on Harry's wet penis. "You're torturing
me," Harry pleaded, and Tom grinned, reaching down to pick up the jar
and dip one hand in. When he pulled his fingers out of it the
lubricant oozed slowly off them, warmed by the hot-water-soaked towel.
"So, Harry, you want this?" he asked, holding up his fingers, then
dodged Harry's playful kick as he incredulously replied, "Fuck,
yes!"

"Pun intended, huh?" Tom knelt between Harry's legs and put the jar on
Harry's stomach, which made him laugh; then he gasped, arching his
back, as Tom slid two lubricant-coated fingers into him and wrapped
the greased palm of his other hand around him, working his hands in
unison. "Like this?" Tom asked, knowing the answer; Harry nodded and
groaned as he added another finger. "Good. God, you're beautiful when
you're turned on, Harry." Tom slipped the fingers out to briefly
anoint himself and recap the jar, and pulled Harry's legs up over his
shoulders. "So beautiful."

Harry pried his eyes open to smile up at Tom, who was looking down at
him with such love it took his breath away. "So are you," he
whispered,  and Tom smiled, that wonderful shining smile of his.
"Ready?" Tom asked, and Harry nodded, reaching up to hold onto Tom's
hips and willing himself to relax, and then gasped as Tom entered him,
looking down into his eyes all the while.

It started out slower, and ended up faster and even hotter. Tom was
going so slowly, maddeningly slowly, and laughed breathlessly when
Harry tried to thrust forward and upward, and Harry was way too far
gone to think of anything to say that wasn't begging. Each time he'd
barely managed the beginning of a thought when Tom pulled his hips up
a little and thrust again, stroking him, and Harry could see Tom smile
at his expression before his eyes rolled shut with the sheer wonderful
feeling of Tom inside him, and it was a long moment before he could
look up again, and he was so hot with it he couldn't stop himself from
begging.

"Tom, please."

"What, Harry?" Tom panted, and grinned, and Harry rolled his eyes,
trying to think of sweet revenge and fogging out with arousal. "Fuck
me harder?"

"Oh, but I---" Between the "Oh" and the "but", Harry managed to think
of something, and reached up to press one hand against Tom's neck, in
the sensitive spot right below his ear, and clenched down on him; it
was Harry's turn to grin at Tom's gasp, as *he* closed his eyes in
pleasure, turning his head to kiss Harry's hand and suck two of his
fingers into his mouth.

And then Harry nearly lost his grip, because he got his wish. He felt
Tom slam wonderfully hard into his prostate, it hurt just a little,
just enough so he could really really feel it; Harry dimly heard
someone yell, and realized that was himself, and then Tom was leaning
down to kiss him, and Harry kissed him back wholeheartedly. And then
when Tom leaned back up he slammed into him again, with a soft little
groan that Harry felt rather than heard because he had thrown his head
back and he was moaning loudly now, moaning in time with Tom's thrusts
and Tom's groans as he clung to him, fingers digging into his firm
flesh, and was fucked by him and wanted to tell him how wonderful this
felt, how much he loved it, loved him but he couldn't because he was
out of breath and he was about to come and then Tom groaned over him
and thrust once more and he came, clutching Tom tightly, and just as
he was coming down he opened his eyes again and Tom was looking down
at him with wide blue eyes and moaned, "Harry," and then crinkled his
face up and nearly bit his lip through and came too, Harry could feel
it, inside him.

And then Tom slumped atop him, still breathing hard and shaking, and
Harry wrapped his arms and legs around him and they lay there in each
other's arms, for a timelessly long time.

Finally, Tom shifted and sighed happily. "Oh, God and Goddess," he
said, turning his face over on Harry's chest and laying the opposite
cheek down over his heart, so he could rub his face with the back of
the hand that wasn't covered in lube. "Oh, Harry. I love you. You wore
me out."

_I know, and I'm so glad..._"*You* wore *me* out," said Harry with
drowsy tenderness, his eyelids already heavy, Tom solid atop him and
warmer than any coverlet.... Tom rose up on his elbows to kiss him,
and when, after four or five kisses, Harry finally opened his eyes,
gently said, "I think we need to take a shower."

"Do we have to?" Harry, normally fastidious, was so tired he was quite
happy to sleep all sticky, but just as Tom grinned and was about to
reply an alto voice from the doorway said, "I should hope so. Can I
fit?"

They both froze with surprise, and Harry felt his face begin to burn,
as B'Elanna, who'd been leaning against the wall, stood up and smiled
widely, if unsteadily, at them. She'd had her hand at her mouth, and
Harry found himself worried she was angry, until he looked at her
fingers and, seeing them banded with red, realized she'd been biting
them. Hard.

"Hey, B'Ella," said Tom, apparently recovered, except for being a bit
pink. B'Elanna grinned at them as she leaned against the wall again,
and Harry realized she must be worn out to slump like that, just as
she smiled at him in particular.

"Why so red, Starfleet?"

Tom looked at him, and grinned, too. "There's nothing here she hasn't
seen before," he added, which only made Harry's cheeks burn more; then
he sat up. "When, um, did you get here?"

"Only a few moments ago. You two were too busy to notice," she said
with a grin; Tom, despite his nonchalant look, was turning a nice rich
red to match, Harry noticed. B'Elanna shook her head and whistled.
"You two look so....so *great* together. Damn. You should be glad I'm
exhausted."

By now, Tom was, if anything, redder than Harry, who could only admire
his ability to still be speaking. "Um, thanks," he said, and grinned.
"Um,the bed isn't exactly, uh, sleepable in yet."

B'Elanna smirked at that, before she began explaining. "I'd've left
right after I found out what was up," she said with a wink, "but the
door to my quarters is frozen shut, and I really am too tired to deal
with it." Her face going so serious they both knew she wasn't merely
being polite, she asked, "so can I stay here tonight? Or would you
rather---"

"If we say no, Henley'll probably offer you her bed," said Tom, and
both Harry and B'Elanna grinned at that. "If you don't mind sleeping
without sheets, that is. I'm simply too worn out to find another
set...."

Throughout the conversation Harry's eyelids had been slowly falling
shut; he woke up when Tom prodded him gently. "Come and take a shower,
Sleeping Beauty, and let me finish clearing the bed." With a groan,
Harry sat up; B'Elanna, out of her clothes, took his hands and pulled
him upright, and they stood there, Harry holding her hand and rubbing
his eyes with the other, while they waited for Tom to finish bundling
the sheets into the refresher. "Think we can all fit in my
shower-bath-thingy?" he asked when he joined them.

"Isn't it too big for one and small enough for three?"

"At least we have the water this week. Thanks for that, B'Elanna." She
smiled at that and said, "I nearly forgot to tell you, nice flying,"
and Tom beamed at her and gave her a kiss; Harry smiled, watching
them, and thinking drowsily about how nice their relationship
was....Fortunately, Tom and B'Elanna broke the kiss in time to notice
Harry was swaying.

"We'd better get going, before we all fall down and sleep on the
floor," Tom said, putting one arm around Harry's waist; B'Elanna
nodded, wrapping hers around his shoulders from the other side (and
leaning on him just the tiniest bit), and the three of them went
companionably off to the shower.

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The End