further if you are not on time tomorrow, Lieutenant."
Sir." The turbolift door couldn't
close soon enough. Tom Paris
against the farthest wall. "What a
crappy day. I should've
in sick. What do ya think Harry, could
I pass for ill?" Paris
his eyes dramatically and clutched at his heart.
more ways than one. But now that you mention it, you don't look
very good. Why don't you come to Sandrine's
you can continue to ply me with pretty compliments?" came the
reply. "Thanks, but no
thanks. With my luck Chakotay will
there and I don't need him riding me after hours too. Damn, I can't
he reprimanded me, and in front of the bridge crew. I know
off on fucking me over, but the least he could have done was
first," he mumbled.
look was incredulous. "Paris, you
nearly steered us into a red
dwarf! Not to mention that you were 15 minutes late
for your shift,
forgot your combadge, which took you another 25 minutes to
and return to the bridge...."
"O.K., O.K." Paris held his hands up in mock surrender as
dryly, "thanks for not mentioning it
though." They exited the
and started walking towards Tom's quarters.
"I would sell
for a blowjob and a shower right now.
And not necessarily
"Whoa! You need to be having this conversation with
entirely. I thought things were good between you and
are. It's just that...out of everyone
on the ship to fall in
with, I pick the only sexually repressed Klingon! I've wooed,
waited, I have begged, Harry. I mean,
God, I was such a
during that entire Pon Farr thing. I
should have just taken
her. No one would have blamed me. She begged." Tom threw
arms in the air. "But no, I had to
be responsible. I had to find
tiny, little bit of nobility and say no.
And now...Now I can't
touch her forehead ridges. I'm going
out of my mind!" Tom
talking between clenched teeth.
stopped in the middle of the corridor.
"Are you telling me that
going on report because you can't get a blowjob?" He began
so hard that Tom had to grab his arm and pull him along.
do you want someone to hear you?"
He released his best
arm. "It's not funny."
It is. Very funny." Harry clapped a hand on Tom's
and tried to stifle his giggling.
"Have you tried just asking
pushed the younger man's hand from his shoulder and muttered
his breath, "Klingons don't....it's too submissive for a
was that, Tom?" Harry leaned in
said that Klingons don't give HEAD!" he yelled. *Shit.* Tom
relieved to find the corridor empty. He
was more so that they
finally reached his quarters. He turned to see a laughing Harry
slowly down the wall. "Oh, get
up!" Harry laughed even
harder. "You are a pathetic excuse for a
friend, do you know that?
Harry! I hope someone steps on you." Paris angrily thumbed the lock
quarters and stepped inside. *I need a
sat there for a moment, letting his amusement fade into an
chuckle. He stood and turned back the
way they came, a
formed thought blossoming into an idea.
*I have got to find
Fuck, FUCK! Paris you are such a
screw-up. If B'Elanna
out about you've been talking to Harry about your sex life,
in deep shit. You'll never get laid
again. Ever. You have
yet again, to mess up one of the only good things going
pissy, little life. Like always. God,
you are such a loser!*
flung his empty whiskey glass across the room, feeling only a
satisfaction when it shattered against the far wall.
stripped off his uniform angrily and threw it on the bathroom
before he climbed into the shower, turning the water on as hot
could stand it. The burning water
cascaded over him and he
there until he felt he were boiling before turning it down to a
heat. He had just ducked his head under
the water when
lights went out. *What now?*
lights." Nothing happened. *Great.
This is just perfect.
A wonderful ending to a winning day here in
is engineering," a voice answered.
Tom was surprised it wasn't
"Carey? Is B'Elanna around? The lights in my quarters aren't
Torres got a call from Ensign Kim and just left. Said she'd be
about an hour. Do you want me to send
someone else? It'll
awhile, we're doing some major overhaul work."
"No. I won't be needing them..." *because
B'Elanna is going to kill
what do painfully dismembered corpses need with
"Sorry. No need to send anyone, Carey. I'm just gonna hit the sack.
there's still a problem tomorrow I'll talk to Torres. Thanks anyway.
out." He sighed and closing his
eyes, leaned against the shower
letting the water beat against him, and his self-directed anger
away. He was tired and beaten and felt
the sting of unreleased
under his lids. The unexpected caress
on his back caused him
loose a high-pitched yelp and scramble backwards into a corner,
managing to stay upright on the slick tiles.
there?" He stuck both hands out in
front of him, groping
blindly. There was a barely perceptible touch on this
left arm and
he was facing the corner, his cheek pressed against the cool
and his left arm twisted behind him, just short of painful. His
arm was trapped by his body. He
struggled to find purchase
the tile but a short, painful twist of his arm gained his
"B'Elanna? What's going on? Have you been talking to
he began frantically. "I can
pressed to his lips silenced him.
"Sshhh." A kiss to his
with the barest hint of teeth.
B'Elanna," he started again. "OW!" This time the teeth
hard. Paris thought she broke the skin.
his lips. *O.K. I understand, no talking.*
mouth and licked at the fingers, trying to convey his
of her wish and was immediately rewarded by
soft rasp of her tongue over the bite mark, soothing the sting.
lips left him and there was movement behind him, something
sliding over the wrist and tightening.
He was turned again,
other hand caught, and the same softness restricted him. Tom
he had been neatly snared. He reached
out with his
hands to touch her but they were painfully slapped down.
guess no touching either.* Despite the
oddity of the situation,
could feel the heat pooling in his belly and a stirring lower
down. When he didn't reach out again she rewarded him by
his hands to her face and starting at his pinkie, slowly
each digit, suckling at it. With every
pull of her mouth
ran from his fingers to his erection until he thought he
climax from that alone. B'Elanna sensed
his hips jerking
slowly released the thumb she had been worshipping with
mouth. *Harry, if you talked her into this I will give you
single replicator credit I have.*
arms were then pushed up and bent so that he
his bound hands behind his head. He
left them there
clutching at his wet hair. A soft,
feather light kiss
his lips and he jumped. It didn't
frighten him, it was
just...unexpected. Another brushed him and he managed to
almost still. Slowly the light,
to nibbles; teeth and tongue gently teasing his lips,
and ears. He had never experienced this side of
and the kisses were unfamiliar and exciting.
behavior, combined with the loss of sight and touch
Tom respond to the slightest pressure with tiny, jerky
movements. The steam rose about him, filling his nose
the warm, musky scent of arousal.
taunting bite at his lower lip and he opened his mouth
moan, yearning. Her breath came in
quick, hot pants
his face. Unexpectedly his mouth was
lips being ground against his teeth, a warm tongue searching.
*Yes.* He responded with quick, darting strokes of
at B'Elanna's plump lips, releasing them and biting
cheek, comforting the same spot a second later.
released his mouth and started downward, alternating
languid licks and sharp, pointed bites, easing each
with the tip of her tongue. She
hovered over the pulse
rapidly in his neck and he tensed, waiting for a bite that
came. Instead the assault came from
water slick fingers,
at his nipples. He gasped and arched towards her,
her to pluck at them, to squeeze and toy with them.
felt as if would come apart at the seams.
He could hear his
open-mouthed gasp for air echoing in the confines of the
and B'Elanna hadn't even touched his erection.
about his thighs wound tighter and tighter until he was
was sentient, waiting to devour him.
His hand clenched
on his own hair until he imagined it was another
holding him. "Please," he
tormenting play of fingers on his nipples stopped, only to be
that her veracious mouth; he feared it would swallow him
whole. Hands slid down his ribcage, over his hips
and back up
in the hollows above his pelvis, pressing gently. B'Elanna
each hard pebble equally before moving lower.
her tongue into his navel in a lazy spiral and slowly
it as *Oh God* the oozing head of Tom's cock pushed
the underside of her jaw. He rocked his
craving even the unsatisfying blunt contact.
cupped his balls, squeezing and he moaned aloud. "Oh,
baby....please." After what seemed an eternity a hot, moist
his throbbing head and that cruel tongue was pushing itself
his open, weeping tip.
"Uuugghh!" was all he managed. He
and heedless of the rules, brought his arms down, grabbing
of her wet, slicked down hair and pumped.
him and ate at him until he wanted her to swallow his
with each thrust. The tiled walls that
until all that remained was the flaying of his body by
sleek, wet mouth.
teasing finger trailed up and down the crease of Tom's ass, searching
small, puckered opening and circled it indolently, pushing
it tormentingly. Paris was drowning
and couldn't find land.
shoved his body forward and cried out for the loss of touch
him; when he strained backwards, teeth scraped his length.
begged with inarticulate words and still the mouth suckled;
his sanity from him until he shuddered with tears.
the first choking sob sounded, he was penetrated, a nail
his prostate. The mouth relaxed and
swallowed his length,
a nose flush against his belly. Tom
screamed his release, too
to do more than clench his hands and pulse into the throat
his very soul.
carefully settled against the wallseat, limp and spent. The
was turned off and a tender kiss pressed against his forehead.
sighed gently and murmured tiredly, "...love you." He
kissed again, this time on the lips, and B'Elanna slid down
floor and rested her cheek against his knee.
He smiled and
hand over her head, stroking the damp hair back from
exhausted brain was trying to grapple with the smooth skin
his thumb when a familiar chirp sounded from the floor