NEW: While The Cats... 1/3 VOY [NC-17] P/K
a.la...@mailexcite.com
Author: 'Aeron Lanart'
Series: Voyager, but takes place in my 'O'Niall Chronicles' AU (VOY/HL XO).
(to read the 'O'Niall Chronicles' go to
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Shire/1992/ )
Part: 1/3
Rating: NC-17 P/K. Just a juicy little PWP involving...
Well, you'll just have to *read* it, won't you <veg>.
Disclaimer: All Trek stuff *still* belongs to Paramount, no matter what
*we* think. I just like playing, OK? (Siannon is mine, though)
The props are *mine*... (red silk nicked from Amirin and Merri-Todd)
May be archived/posted at my page, PKSP, BLTS, R'rains, ASC/ASCEM
Thanks to Temaris for nagging <g>.
mail to: a.la...@mailexcite.com
That's it. Story Time!
While The Cats Are Away, The Mice Will Play...
Tom was in his quarters. Alone. Sulking. Not that was what *he* called
it, but he was still sulking nevertheless. The door whooshed open to
reveal Harry Kim, dressed in red silk and black denim, carrying a gift
wrapped package. He stepped into the room, moving closer to Tom.
"What are you doing here? It's your Birthday. I thought you'd be down
at the holodeck celebrating or something."
"I know it's my birthday. That's why I'm in here."
"But... Oh I get it.... You're sulking!" Harry crowed with laughter at
finding Tom doing something so *childish*. Tom glared at him.
"I am *not* sulking." Harry just smiled at him, his expression saying
'Oh Yeah?' clearer than words ever could. "OK, maybe I am, just a bit.
But if I can't sulk on my birthday, when can I?"
"Hey, I'm not going to stop you. If you want to go ahead and be
miserable because Siannon and B'Elanna are away for your birthday,
then that's fine by me. I guess you won't be needing this." Harry hid
the brightly wrapped package behind his back, trying to keep the
playful grin off his face.
"Needing what? Hey Harry, let me see that!" Tom lunged at Harry,
wrestling the package out of his hands. For its size it was
unexpectedly heavy. Tom put it on the table. "What is it?"
"What does it look like? It's your birthday present off Siannon and
B'Elanna. You'll have to open it to find out what's inside, I've no
more idea what those two have been scheming up between themselves
than you have." Tom flashed Harry a smile that lit up his whole face.
"Good." There was a tag attached to the package, so he removed it
and wandered over to Harry, reading, 'Happy Birthday, Tom. We're
sorry we aren't going to be there but you can't have everything!
Anyway, we kind of thought you may appreciate this a bit more without
us in the way, it should go very nicely with Harry's present. You'll
have to tell us how nicely when we get back. Lots of growls, hugs,
kisses and love... B'Elanna and Siannon.' Halfway toward Harry he
stopped, eyeing both Harry and the package with an air of befuddled
amusement. "Just what is it, Harry?"
"I told you, I don't know. Will you open it and find out already." Tom
turned back to the table.
"You've persuaded me." He tore the wrapping off in next to no time to
reveal a glass, screw-topped jar and a wooden handled brush. The stuff
in the jar was brown. Tom picked it up and stared curiously at it.
"What *is* this?" He turned round to find Harry grinning. "What?"
"I have my suspicions, but I'm not saying anything. Find the label,
Tom." Tom slowly turned the jar in his hands.
"It says it's chocolate body paint... passion fruit flavour." He raised
his sparkling eyes to Harry. Harry laughed.
"Hey, don't look at me, I had nothing to do with it. For all I know,
B'Elanna and Siannon have been comparing notes. They're right
though, passion fruit definitely suits you." Tom put the jar back
down and reached for Harry, wrapping his arms tightly around the
smaller man.
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Tom lowered his mouth to Harry's
in a gentle but loving kiss. "Now what about that cryptic reference to
*your* present?" He whispered against Harry's mouth.
"Oh, that."
"Yes, that." Harry started to steer Tom into the bedroom, the smile
hovering around his mouth somewhere between playful and downright
dangerous. Tom didn't protest about being pushed into his bedroom by
Harry, he didn't know of *anyone* who'd protest about being pushed
into a bedroom by Harry, but he did demand an answer. "Come on, Harry,
tell me. What *is* this present of yours?" He sat down on his bed with
a thump as he was pushed onto it. Harry swooped in for a quick kiss.
"Stay there." He disappeared back into the main room, picking the jar
up on his way, and then into the bathroom. Tom could hear the sound of
water running and wondered just what the hell Harry was doing. The
answer arrived soon enough. Harry was carrying a small bowl with what
appeared to be the jar of body paint nestling inside it. Steam was
wafting gently from the bowl, presumably from hot water. The bowl was
put carefully down by the bed. Tom raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"It goes more liquid when it's warm." Harry stepped back from the bed,
fixing his dark eyes on Tom's face with a look Tom knew only too well.
Lust. Pure and simple, unequivocal lust. He gulped.
"Er... my present?" He quavered. Harry grinned, regarding him with that
smouldering gaze.
"It's right here Tom. I'll just unwrap it for you." Harry called for a
music selection and started to move. Slowly. Sensuously.
Tom stared.
Harry began to unbutton his shirt as he continued to sway to the music.
Tom stared some more.
He was having trouble believing what he was watching. Harry, stripping,
for *him*? He sat mesmerised, totally enthralled by what he was seeing.
"You?" The word came out as a strangled croak. "You're my present?"
"Mm-hmm. Like it?" Harry had finished unbuttoning the shirt and was now
slowly sliding it off one golden shoulder as he moved to the music
Tom was finding his trousers had become very uncomfortable. He gave
Harry an incandescent smile, the one that usually stopped Harry in
his tracks and made him tell Tom to 'stop it'.
"Oh yes. Very much." Harry grinned, an echo of his earlier playfully
dangerous smile.
"Good." He slid the shirt off the other shoulder, his fingers teasingly
brushing his nipples on the way past.
Tom felt a haze of lust threatening to engulf him. He had to concentrate.
<Oh yeah concentrate. On what?> Music. There was music, something
familiar.... He caught the words 'You sexy thing' and almost laughed.
How terribly appropriate. Hot Chocolate. Suddenly his face stung.
Harry had flicked the shirt at him.
"You weren't concentrating. I might begin to think I'm no good at this,
and then I'd have to stop."
"Oh no. Don't stop. You're *very* good. Too good if anything." Tom
shifted uncomfortably.
Harry had not stopped dancing while he was talking, and was now running
his hands down his bare chest. He gave Tom a sweet smile.
"I'm glad about that. I've been practicing."
"Practicing?"
"Uh-huh. With Siannon."
"Siannon?"
"Yeah." Harry grinned. "It was her idea." Tom tried not to think
about the picture *that* conjured up and turned his full attention
onto Harry, who was now starting to unbutton his jeans. Slowly. <Now
I know why he's wearing the button-fly ones... Oh God, he's got a
gorgeous butt.>
Harry had turned round and was wiggling sensuously right in front of
Tom, well aware of the effect this would have on him. He hid a grin
when he heard the groan from behind him.
"Harry, I swear you're killing me. For God's sake hurry up!"
"Now don't be impatient. The fun bit is always taking off that last
little bit of wrapping paper. If you're that desperate, take off your
own clothes." Tom decided that was a very good idea and almost tore
his clothes off himself, never once taking his eyes off the beautiful
sight before him. Freed at last, his erection was begging for attention.
He obliged, slowly starting to pump himself as Harry first toed off his
shoes, a pair of the canvas martial arts slippers he had recently taken
to wearing, and then provocatively shucked his jeans, trailing them
behind him as he swayed toward Tom on the bed, clad in nothing but his
underwear. Tom was all eyes, Harry's briefs did nothing to hide his own
burgeoning erection.
"Want to finish unwrapping your present?" He asked, the smile on his
face more teasing than anything else.
"Do I ever!" Tom reached out and almost ripped Harry's underwear off
him, before pulling him down on the bed. "God, Harry, you're so damn
gorgeous." He started to kiss Harry almost frantically, his need to
touch, to feel Harry's body overwhelming his own need for release,
for the moment. He flipped them over on the bed, so he was uppermost,
and only then became aware of Harry shaking. With laughter, he realised.
"What?"
"You obviously liked your present."
"Liked? I still do. I haven't finished with you yet, Mr. Kim."
"Really. Is that a promise or a threat?"
"Both."
"Ooh, I can't wait...mmph!" Tom silenced Harry in the best way he knew
how. By kissing him. Hard.
Not that Harry complained about being shut up in such a peremptory
fashion; in fact, he rather liked it. <B'Elanna's a good influence,>
he thought, as he had neither the opportunity or the inclination to
say anything due to the demanding attention of Tom's mouth and tongue.
<If this is the way he wants to play it...> He began to return the
kisses with a passion and hunger he usually tried to keep at least
marginally in check when with Tom, for fear of triggering unwelcome
memories. He had done, unintentionally, once or twice in the early
stages of their physical relationship, and those times were indelibly
etched in his mind, something he never wanted to repeat. Now it seemed
Tom was ready to accept more from him. Harry silently offered a prayer
of thanks for B'Elanna Torres to whatever deity wanted to hold itself
responsible for her.
Tom couldn't help but notice the change in intensity of Harry's
kisses. He let himself drown in the sensation of those sensual lips
against his, the mobile tongue thrusting hotly into his mouth, tangling
with his own, the delicate nip of sharp teeth on his bottom lip. He
moaned into Harry's mouth, desperate to articulate *somehow* what he
was feeling, but pretty sure that if he tried to say anything at that
moment, it wouldn't make sense. Harry broke away first, chest heaving,
staring up into Tom's face with eyes that were black with desire. With
a stab of guilt Tom realised that not only was he resting his full
weight on Harry, he was actually pinning him down. He eased off
slightly, rolling carefully to one side and traced Harry's swollen
lips with gentle fingers. Harry smiled, kissing just the tips of his
fingers.
"Hey, I didn't mind, you know." Tom raised himself up on one elbow to
watch Harry as he mapped out his face with his fingers, answered him
with a smile of his own.
"That much was obvious. It's just..."
"You weren't expecting it."
"Something like that." Tom let his hand trail down Harry's neck,
stroking, caressing, almost as if he were reassuring himself that he
had done no harm. Harry shivered beneath his delicate touch. The
mood was broken when Tom spluttered with a half choked laugh.
"Tom?"
"Sorry. I was just thinking how *edible* you look right now."
"So?" Tom rolled a bit further away, reached down beside the bed and
brandished the still warm jar of body paint, now dripping water all
over the bed. He hurriedly wiped it off on a corner of the bedclothes.
"Then I remembered this. I think I should try it out." He grinned down
at Harry. "And see how well my presents go together..." Harry grinned
back at him. This was more like it, Tom in a playful mood was
definitely going to be fun.
"I'm all yours, Tom," he said, smiling happily, trying to prevent his
anticipation from turning it into a completely lascivious grin.
"I kinda like the sound of that. Mmm, now where to start..." He
unscrewed the lid, laying it aside where he wouldn't lose it, and
dipped a finger into the jar, licking the gooey chocolate off carefully.
"Hey, this isn't bad, you ought to try some." A body paint covered
finger made its way to Harry's mouth, smearing some on his lips before
Harry managed to suck the offending digit into his mouth, swirling his
tongue sensuously around it to remove the chocolate. Tom found the
rasping touch of Harry's hot tongue was proving to be something of a
distraction, and it was with a mixture of reluctance and exasperation
that he removed his finger from Harry's too attractive mouth, staring
as Harry licked the remaining chocolate from his lips. Harry looked up
at Tom, and smiled, his full lips gleaming wetly from the passing of
his tongue.
"You're right. It's not bad at all. But you taste better..." Harry gave
Tom *The Look*, and watched as Tom virtually dissolved into a puddle
of lust before his eyes.
"Harry..." Tom warned.
"Well you do..." Harry replied innocently, obligingly turning down the
intensity of his stare. Tom raised an eyebrow at him, and shrugged. He
rescued the brush from where he'd dropped it, dipping it carefully into
the jar.
"I'll have you know, I always fancied myself as an artist. Especially a
*life* artist. All that skin. Mmm." He gestured with the brush. "You've
got gorgeous skin, Harry. With such a perfect canvas to work on, how
can I go wrong?" Tom leaned over, brush in hand, and painted a chocolate
swirl over one collarbone, then the other, connecting them with wavy
lines and curlicues. He warmed to his task, liberally daubing Harry with
the chocolate paint. This was such fun, probably the best birthday
present he'd ever had...He'd have to remember to thank B'Elanna and
Siannon when they returned. He carefully paid attention to all of Harry's
most sensitive areas; spirals wound around his nipples, abstract patterns
spread across his ribs, fish swam around his navel. Why fish, Tom had no
idea, but they looked good. Hell, *anything* would look good on Harry,
even Denebian slime devils. He continued, half the fun was watching Harry
shiver with delight at each sweep of the brush and battle with himself in
an effort to keep still under Tom's ministrations. Tom couldn't help but
smile as he moved the brush lower. He completed his handiwork with a
flourish, painting a large heart on Harry's left hip, before sinking back
onto his heels to admire the picture before him. And a thoroughly
delightful picture it was too.
Harry was breathing heavily, almost panting, looking up at Tom with eyes
that were black with desire. The movement of his chest almost made the
designs come alive and the chocolate brown colour of the paint made his
skin gleam a deeper gold in contrast. Added to that was Harry's very
obvious erection, which all in all made him look like some primitive
form of Godhood, and very, very dangerous. Tom took a deep breath, let it
out slowly, putting the jar and brush down. Then he scrambled off the bed.
"Don't move, gorgeous. The birthday boy's gonna be back to enjoy his
present in just a minute..." Tom dived into his closet, rummaging around
as he muttered unintelligibly. Eventually he emerged, triumph lighting
his face. "Ta-dah!" Harry struggled to sit up. Tom yelled at him "I said
*Don't Move*." Harry flopped back to the bed, defeated; helpless to
prevent Tom from doing what he wanted.
"I wish you wouldn't," he protested weakly, his body denying the protest
if anything, by certain parts of it becoming even harder.
"Don't be stupid. If I don't take a picture of you like this, Siannon'll
kill me. You know what she's like." Harry's skin flushed slightly, in
Tom's eyes making him even more irresistible. "I think I'd better hurry
up," he said conversationally. There was a brief flash and Tom abandoned
the recorder on the desk, almost leaping across the room in an effort to
get back to Harry as fast as possible. "Now for the fun bit."
"The fun bit?" Harry echoed. Tom grinned, a full hundred watt smile.
"Yeah, the fun bit. Now I get to lick all the paint off." Harry couldn't
suppress the delicious shudder that ran through him at the thought
of Tom doing just that.
"Oh. Er... when do you start?" He asked hopefully. Tom's grin hit a
hundred and fifty watts. He leaned down to kiss Harry, pausing scant
millimetres from Harry's lips.
"Right now," he breathed, and captured Harry's mouth with his own.
Tom could still taste the chocolate on Harry's lips, but it didn't
detract from the pleasure of the kiss. Hot Harry, hot chocolate. Tom
had to pull away, before he got *too* distracted by the overt sensuality
of Harry's mouth, something that was very likely to happen. Ignoring the
whimper of protest that was produced at his sudden absence from Harry's
mouth, Tom determinedly moved his attention, and his mouth, lower. He
carefully nibbled his way down Harry's neck, pausing just above the
first swirling design. Carefully, he darted his tongue out to taste
the combination of Harry's skin and chocolate paint. It was surprising,
but very more-ish Tom decided. He set to with gusto, licking and sucking
and nibbling with abandon; following the chocolate map he had painted
on Harry's skin. Of course, it took some determined suckling of Harry's
nipples to make sure all the chocolate was removed, and some gentle
tugging to make sure they were all right after being smeared with the
sticky concoction. Tom really enjoyed the feeling as the brown nubs
puckered and hardened in his mouth, while still tasting of chocolate.
He felt himself grow harder in response, and curbed his desire to just
forget about getting the rest of this stuff off and get down to some
serious fucking. Harry was such a turn-on. Tom went back to following
his path down Harry's body, all the while drawing closer and closer to
where Harry most likely wanted his mouth.
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