Pairing P/K, Rating NC17

These lovely characters do not belong to me. Drat it! No money, no profit.

This short bit is the result of a writing exercise since I am between two long projects. All mistakes are definitely my own. After my beta reader finished with it, I made changes <g>.

As always, this is dedicated to the long-suffering Noon. This would never have been completed without her direct input.

"Hey Paris, you seriously have to work on your seduction strategy," Harry giggled as he leaned against the bulkhead near the door to Tom's cabin. "Telling me to 'Straighten up and behave yourself, Mister.' is just not con- condi- conducive to ROMANCE." Harry hicupped loudly on the word romance. Since it was voiced several decibels louder than Tom expected, the blond pilot lost track of his sequence in the alphanumeric passcode to his cabin.

Tom looked at his friend carefully before shaking his head. Righting Harry's slouch to a more vertical position was pointless right now. He turned back to the pad and started entering his passcode again. Strictly speaking the passcode was overkill but he was a great fan of late 20th and early 21st century history and this was the way they entered their houses back then - with a passcode. Back then, there had been none of that 24th century voice recognition ability in houses; though, this once he thought wistfully of forgoing his quest for authenticity. Hearing a muffled snore down and to his left, Tom lost his intent focus. Sighing, he gave up his quest. "Computer, override cabin lock. Authorization, Paris 111, Delta QQ."

He and Harry had just returned from the planet, Devurnia, where the rest of the crew was still enjoying shore leave. Harry had taken a liking to a sweet tasting red liquid which he had imbibed throughout the night. Tom had favored a yellow fizzy concoction that had tasted like grape soda but it was evident fairly soon that the red drink had hidden, inebriating qualities. When Harry tipped his glass to Wildman and winked suggestively, Tom had thought he was being polite. But when he signalled Geron from across the crowded dinner lounge, where most of the fleet had congregated that evening on the planet, 'to come and get him.' Tom knew he had to put a stop to this.

Harry was too young and green to come on to anyone and it was up to him as his best friend to protect him from himself. Tom had looked across their tiny table and realized that while he had been thinking, one of those helpful Devurnian waitpeople had topped off their glasses and there was still no sign of food. Harry had picked up his drink and slurped down its contents, loudly and greedily. After that, the evening had gone steadily downhill as Harry became louder and more suggestive about the crew and their sexual proclivities. In fact, the only person who had not been included in his best friend's speculation had been him and his....

Tom was jerked out of his musings by the soft thump next to him. Harry had slipped down the bulkhead and crumpled into a heap next to Tom. The thud came from his head hitting the carpeting underfoot as his body listed sideways and sought a level surface.

"Damn Harry, you sure know how to kill a good time," Tom groused as he leaned over and dragged his friend into the darkened quarters.

"Computer, lights. 20 percent illumination."

Tom wrestled Harry to his bed, tumbled him onto the covers and straightened with a sigh.

Almost unconsciously, he licked his lips. Harry looked so edible like that. Harry, the object of his lustful nighttime and daytime fantasies, was his one best friend on the Starship Voyager. There was no way Tom would risk injuring their friendly rapport for a quick fuck. Anyway, the way how Harry had gone on about everyone but him tonight, he could now confirm that he was firmly in the 'no fucking 'cause we are friends' category unless...unless.... Tom was arrested by a sudden thought, unless it was the 'I want to fuck you so badly but I won't 'cause we are friends' category.

Sighing, Tom turned away. Either way he wasn't getting any from Harry. He looked out the viewport. The planet shone like polished amber against the backdrop of stars as Voyager kept in geosynchronous orbit. For a minute, Tom stood flatfooted in the center of his cabin as he did his own systems check on the starship. He might not be piloting at the present moment but he could still "feel" the status of his ship. Sure it was Janeway's Voyager, but for Tom, it was his ship. It was his redemption for Caldik Prime, where a hotshot flyboy had killed four of his crewmates who were his friends.

Casting one lingering look at the sleeping man, Tom shook his head and walked into the shower compartment. He knew he was pretty well caught when he thought Harry's gentle snores and occasional burp adorable.

Walking out of the shower, Tom toweled his hair dry. He had eschewed the sonics in favor of a pounding water shower. There was nothing like water for washing away one's troubles, or images of Harry writhing under him, begging him, 'please, please' for the satisfaction that only he could give him.

Tom considered his options for the night. Harry had turned while he was in the shower and there was an inviting space on one side of the bed waiting for him. That bare expanse next to the muscled frame just about made him melt. Tom hardened his heart, thought, and walked across the room to his couch. Maybe he could read a bit and then he would be able to fall asleep there.

Forty five minutes later, he was at the end of his rope. Reading had not helped and he was ready to tear out his blond hair because simula-games had not helped either. Music had certainly not soothed the savage beast, because the only thing on his mind was going across the room, ripping off Harry's clothes and finding his own version of Paradise.

"Music off," Tom commanded. He tracked the thin line of drool from Harry's mouth to his pillowcase. He really had it bad when he thought even that was adorable. Shaking his head, Tom stood and went to the towel dispenser near the recycler. Ripping off a square, he walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He wiped the thin line of liquid. Somehow his hand strayed to the spiky strands of dark hair. His hand appeared to be possessed as it tracked carefully across Harry's smooth skin, tracing his nose and the curve of his lips, before finally wandering downward, outlining the strongly corded column of his throat.

Tom blinked, moving his eyes off his obviously enchanted hand and looked up. He hoped he had not awakened Harry...

"Oh shit!" Tom gasped, then babbled, "I wasn't doing anything, really. You were drooling into my favorite pillow and this is really funny Har but..."

Harry's sloe-dark eyes trapped Tom's and the babbling man went silent.

Some part of Tom's brain marvelled at the amount of autonomous body parts there were in his cabin tonight. Harry's hands had moved from his sides to grasp Tom's arms. Those strong hands were pulling him forward.

"Har?" Tom's voice rose several notches until it was a near squeak.

"I don't want to ruin..." He tried again, "Har, think, you don't want to do this."

Harry grinned impishly, "I am thinking and I do."

They were now nose to nose. "You do? What about our friendship?"

"Tom, our friendship is just fine and in the interest of intersexual cooperation, shut up and kiss me."

Tom tried to stop this. He knew Harry was drunk, he was sure of it and friends don't fuck each other when drunk or maybe they do, but then it depended on what categor...

"Now, Tom. Stop thinking, I want you."

"Oh? Sure su-"

The kiss was satisfying, even if Harry had to swallow Tom's words and wipe away his thoughts.

Some long, long while later, Tom finally caught a clue. Maybe it was because Harry had been remarkably singleminded about getting their bodies naked and aligned and had certainly not had any fumble fingered actions one would normally associate with a drunken man.

"You wanted me?"

Harry chuckled. He was naked, sweaty and definitely satisfied. "Uh huh."

"You weren't really drunk were you?"

"Nuh uh."

Tom's grin was blinding in the low illumination, "Well you know, I wasn't really wiping the drool off your face."

"Pervert."

Tom grinned, "I wasn't the one who pretended to be drunk so I could mess around with my best friend."

"What can I say? I'm shy." Harry continued softly, ignoring Tom's sputtering next to him, "And your friendship was too important to me. You're too important to me."

Trapped by Harry's enigmatic eyes, Tom murmured agreement, "Me, too. You're everything."

The End

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