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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: Come Back My Dream 1/2  (VOY P/K) [NC-17] Subtext VII
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Come Back My Dream (Subtext Series VII)
By A Lanart
Rating:  P/K NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine... 
Not the ship, not Tom and Harry, not the song. OK?

Paramount unfortunately still own Tom and Harry.
The song is from Deine Lakaien's CD Kasmodiah. 

Archive/Posting: PKSP, PKelite, ASC**, BLTS and my page.

If you don't like the thought of Tom Paris and Harry Kim 
in a sexual relationship then don't read this. You have been warned!

Continues from 'Through The Barricades'
Summary: Harry has to make an important decsion following 

Come Back My Dream


Damn Torres to hell! But then, maybe I should be thanking her. 
No matter what else happens now, she has managed to break through 
the safe little cocoon I had wrapped around myself and Tom. Never 
mind that that same little cocoon was stopping me from actually 
moving any further down the path to where we used to be. Now it's 
gone, ripped wide open and scattered to the stars and I still 
don't know what to do. Wait a minute, that isn't really true... 
I know exactly what to do it's just the how of it that escapes 
me... and makes my palms sweat and my heart pound. It scares me, 
but I am not going to let that stop me. Not this time, because 
what's at stake is my life and my future and any chance at 
happiness that I still possess. Tom Paris does not belong with 
B'Elanna Torres, and I'm going to make sure he knows it.

~*~

It's easy to stalk someone in whose company you already spend most 
of your down time. The difficult thing is to be subtle, and not 
to let them know they are being stalked unless you want them to. 
I don't think Tom really noticed that all of a sudden wherever 
he turned I was there. Easy on the bridge - after all we are on 
the same shift - but more difficult otherwise because of the 
distance I had put between us after Akritiria, despite our having 
made up some lost ground. Over the period of a couple of weeks or 
so Tom found out that he could go almost nowhere without me. To be 
fair that doesn't give me much credit as it isn't hard to insinuate 
yourself into someone's company when they a) were used to you being 
there in the past and b) want you to be there. He never once said 
anything, but took genuine pleasure in the fact that I wanted to be 
with him more often. The pleasure *I* got from just being with him 
on a daily basis made me want to kick myself for not waking up to 
the fact that I'd still been missing his company. And then I had 
the added frisson of knowing I had an Ulterior Motive...


I started to leave him gifts - little things, now and then; a 
few replicator rations transferred to his account, a holonovel 
I thought he might like, notes on his console waiting for him 
at shift end, and once, a single red rose. He seemed faintly 
mystified at the last as I'm sure he had suspected me of the 
rest; there are few people who know him well enough to realise 
he likes holonovels that can also conceal the information trail 
in the computer system. Oh he tried to find out who was leaving 
the notes and the rations, but I'm not an Ops officer for nothing 
and I could out-sneak him on Voyager's computers easily.


I was seriously enjoying myself, especially when I found these 
almost hopeful, bemused little glances getting thrown my way by 
Tom. I decided it was time to plan the big seduction. My quarters 
rather than the holodeck I thought; I didn't relish the possibility 
of having a power outage on the holodeck at a critical moment and 
it *had* to be before a rest day...


I had to beg, steal and borrow with a vengeance without alerting 
Tom to the fact, and I found I had an unexpected ally in Chakotay. 
*He'd* realised what I was doing and had gently asked me, in his 
counsellor's persona, if I was sure I was ready. The answer seemed 
to make him very happy, and he certainly helped to cover my tracks 
a time or two as well as obliging me with the duty shifts. 


Then at last...


Shift end, with the prospect of two days off ahead of us. We were 
discussing trying out some new holoprograms on our way to the mess 
hall when I stopped and casually asked Tom,

"How about coming over to my place instead? Dinner's on me." Tom 
grinned, 

"Since when have I ever needed persuading *not* to eat Neelix's 
cooking? Especially when someone else is buying."

"Great. See you in about half an hour then?" My heart was pounding 
and we were standing so close I was sure he must feel it, that it 
would give the game away. 

"Half an hour it is, then. Shall I bring anything?" I grinned back 
at him.

"Just yourself," I said and gave him a congenial slap on the shoulder 
before making for the nearest turbolift. Tom just stood in the corridor, 
thoughtfully watching me go.


I tried to look at my quarters with fresh eyes, as if I hadn't been 
planning this for weeks. I'd decided not to be too blatant - this 
was no candlelit dinner - but I'd dimmed the lighting, and re-
arranged the seating slightly, using floor pillows around the table, 
instead of the usual benches. I was quite pleased with the overall 
effect - soft touches, but still 'me'. A bit of an Oriental theme 
from the food to the soft, healing music of bamboo flutes. Not bad. 
I dived into the bathroom to make sure I matched the effort I'd made 
with everything else. Black jeans, in a very tactile, almost silky 
fabric and a shot-silk shirt in shades of blood red that caught the 
light and made it ripple with every movement. I left my feet bare, 
and brushed the gel from my hair - the way Tom preferred it. I was 
as ready as I'd ever be.


I'd just put the finishing touches to our meal when Tom arrived. 
He inhaled appreciatively and glanced around the room with a smile 
on his face.

"Hey Har, you've really pushed the boat out. You didn't have to 
do this..." I cut him off with a gesture and a smile of my own.

"I wanted to. It's been a long time." Wheels within wheels... I 
could almost see the calculations going on in Tom's brain until 
he arrived at the correct answer. 

"OK, then." The message wasn't in the words, it was in his eyes; 
they were positively glowing. I had just been given tacit 
permission to do whatever I wanted, in whatever way I had 
planned. He knew it was me who had sent him the notes, the 
rose, the holonovel, the rations. He'd suspected, I knew that, 
but as soon as he walked through my door he *knew*. For an 
instant of eternity we just gazed at each other - his eyes 
piercing mine, mine burning into his - as we reconnected at a 
visceral level; deeper than lust or love. I think at that moment 
we could have fucked each other senseless in front of the whole 
crew and not cared. We broke contact simultaneously; it was too 
much to be borne. I watched Tom swallow convulsively as I tried 
to draw in some deep and calming breaths. I moved away, to where 
I'd laid the food out. 

"Come on, before it gets cold..." He followed, more than a little 
bemused I think at the rapid change of direction. He settled down, 
and looked even more puzzled when he realised there was no cutlery.

"I can't use these!" he groused, waving the chopsticks I'd provided 
around in disgust. "I'll starve..."

"Then I'll just have to teach you, won't I? Can't have you starving 
when I've gone to so much trouble..." We grinned at each other. 
I'd threatened Tom with chopsticks a time or two, but he'd always 
managed to inveigle his way out of it. Now I had him at my mercy...

Using chopsticks is easy, though there is a trick to it, and 
watching someone who hasn't got it is amusing to say the least. 
I quit showing off, even though it was great fun, as Tom became 
more frustrated although he was trying not to laugh himself. I 
shifted so I was sitting behind him, and placed my hands on his.

"Like this," I whispered, and proceeded to show him exactly how to 
handle the recalcitrant chopsticks. As we touched, I could feel the 
heat building between us again, but it was suppressed by the laughter 
we were sharing; Gods, but it felt good to be that way again with 
him. My hands were still on his, and I felt when he finally got the 
hang of the chopsticks, but I didn't move them immediately as I was 
too busy enjoying the feel of his skin. I felt him chuckle again, 
he knew exactly what I was up to, damn him. I couldn't help another 
laugh escaping myself as I shifted away from him to the other side 
of the table once more. I picked up my own abandoned meal and met 
his eyes over the rim of my bowl. He grinned back at me, before 
demonstrating his new found skill. We ate in comfortable silence 
for a while, casting furtive glances at each other and failing 
dismally in trying not to be too obvious about it.

I noticed that Tom had managed to miss his mouth at some point, 
and had a smear of reddish sauce across his chin. There was only 
one way to find out which it was. I reached out carefully, wiping 
the sauce of his face with a gentle finger. He protested, laughing,

"Harry!" But the laughter died as he watched me lick my finger and 
slowly, carefully suck the sauce off it. He was still staring at my 
mouth as I thoughtfully tapped the same finger against my bottom lip.

"Hoi-sin." I announced into the now heavily charged silence.

"What?!" 

"On your face... hoi-sin sauce." I paused; I felt like my eyes 
were burning as they drank the sight of him in. "But you can check 
if you want..." With that, I leaned across the table to capture his 
mouth with my own. After a millisecond's hesitation, Tom returned my 
kiss enthusiastically. I think I'd taken him completely by surprise. 
We explored each other's mouth thoroughly, only breaking apart when 
the plates started to clatter to the floor. I struggled upright 
somewhat shakily, and held out my hand. I hardly dared to breathe 
until Tom slipped his own into my lax grip. I tightened my shaking 
fingers around his, and drew him toward me; around the table, then 
into my waiting arms. Back where he belonged.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Come back my dream 
Into my arms, into my arms 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~


For the longest time we just clung to each other, our hearts 
thundering in tandem as we hung on for dear life; never wanting 
to let go, never wanting the moment to end even though we were 
both filled with desperate longing. At last, I gently released 
him, only to cup his face in my hands, losing myself in the 
depth of his eyes. He turned his face gently to kiss the fingers 
one hand, sending an electric thrill through my body right from 
my fingers to my toes - and all points between.

"What do you want, Har?" he whispered, his voice as shaky as my 
hands. It was an echo of the question he'd asked before our first 
time together; so I gave him almost the same answer, after all my 
feelings for him hadn't changed one bit.

"Everything. You." I breathed. My lips were centimetres from his.

"Then take it..." I needed no further urging to claim his mouth 
again. Not so tentative this time, the kiss was glorious and hot. 
It went on and on and on in a tongue tangling frenzy. How had I 
let myself forget this? Still, no matter now. Tom was where I 
wanted him, in my mouth and under my hands. I managed to undo the 
buttons of Tom's shirt without disengaging from the battle of our 
tongues, so I could get to his skin. I needed to touch him, to feel 
him without the barrier of his clothes. I let my fingers dance 
lightly down his chest, brushing softly across his nipples. He 
moaned into the kiss, I smiled against his lips and did it again, 
swallowing a louder moan with my insistent mouth. He shivered under 
my fingers, and I relented, lifting my lips from his as I pushed 
the shirt from his shoulders; only to let my hands wander over his 
skin once again, revelling in the soft fuzziness of his chest and 
the lines of his much missed body. I lowered my head to nibble 
gently at his lips and chin and neck and was rewarded with another 
shiver and matching groan.

"Like that?" I whispered against his skin.

"What do you think?" Tom's eyes were sparkling, daring me to do 
more. Of course I had to oblige and I felt his hands tangle in my 
hair as I carried on nipping and sucking, tightening on my head 
almost to edge of pain as I latched onto first one nipple, and then 
the other. His moans were louder now, more desperate, as I twirled 
one rosy bud between my fingers while alternately nibbling and licking 
the other. My brain was starting to overload with the desire surging 
through me and I wasn't sure what I wanted most - to drive Tom to 
distraction or to be at the mercy of *his* fingers and *his* mouth. 
My need to maintain at least a semblance of control for the present 
won. I would thoroughly ravish Tom until he was in pieces. And after 
that?... I moaned around his nipple at the thought. We both shivered. 

I came to the realisation that we both still had on far too many 
clothes. I ruthlessly stripped Tom as fast as I could before 
sending my own flying after them. Then we were skin to skin. I 
stepped back slightly to look at Tom in all his naked fair skinned 
glory, his erection standing proudly to attention, as was mine. The 
low growl that escaped my throat actually surprised me as I flung 
myself at him once more.

Our hands were all over each other, touching, caressing, burning, 
as I inexorably steered Tom backward towards the bed. I misjudged 
the distance slightly, and the bed hit the back of his knees harder 
than I was expecting, sending us both tumbling in a breathless, 
laughing heap.

"Oops..." I couldn't stop chuckling - Tom just looked so surprised. 
I gazed down at him, still grinning and he stared back, his laughter 
stilled but managing to look amazingly happy. Then he grinned up at 
me.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to have you naked and laughing at 
me?" He said. I poked him in the ribs, not quite having lost my 
playful mood.

"Be careful what you wish for..." and set about tickling him with 
gusto, sending him back into paroxysms of giggles. I was enjoying 
teasing him so much I distracted myself from my primary agenda until 
I realised his erection was right in front of my nose, within easy 
reach of my tongue... how could I resist? Needless to say, I didn't. 

The first swipe of my tongue across his cockhead certainly got Tom's 
attention and stopped his fits of the giggles instantly. The second 
made him shudder deliciously. And the third...

"Harry... oh god... *Harry*... please..." I ran my tongue round the 
head once more before taking him into my mouth. Gods, but he tasted 
good. I sucked greedily on Tom's cock, my hands slithering down his 
body to try and hold his bucking hips steady - or steadier at least -  
my wish to tease vanishing in a haze of lust. I risked letting go of 
one hip, and gently began to fondle his balls as my tongue and mouth 
became more demanding, nibbling as well as sucking my way up and down 
that gorgeous shaft. Harder. Faster. Tom's moans were incoherent now, 
and I glanced up at him to find those blue eyes blazing into my own, 
I groaned around his cock in answer and we both shuddered. I let my 
fingers drift, down, down; rubbing the base of his cock, brushing 
across his perineum, down towards his asshole, all the while 
keeping my mouth wrapped around him. As soon as I touched the 
puckered flesh, I felt his orgasm begin with the slight tightening 
of his balls. I swapped my mouth for the other hand, gently pumping 
him as I whispered,

"That's right Tom, come for me. Come for me now, lover." And he did, 
head flung back in abandon, looking wild and fierce and beautiful 
as he cried my name and exploded stickily into my hand. I made sure 
I caught every last precious drop. Now, while he was still breathless 
and trembling, it was my turn... Carefully I dribbled his still-warm 
semen down the cleft of his ass, slathering and preparing him with 
his own cum. Not that he needed much preparing - almost as soon as 
I eased one finger gently into his hot, tight ass his body relaxed 
around me. Oh Gods... what had I done to deserve such trust? I moved 
my finger inside of him and he moaned insistently at me.

"I want *you* Harry... Now... Inside me." I didn't bother to ask if 
he was ready, his body had already made that clear. And besides, I 
was now hotter than hell and as hard as duranium.  He always had had 
that effect on me. I removed my finger from Tom, with a soft wail of 
protest from him and slicked myself down with what remained in my hand, 
before carefully turning him over. And then... one look down the length 
of his spine, watching the sweat bead on his flushed skin and I was 
gone. Lost. My conscious thoughts hurtling into oblivion. All that 
was left was Tom and Harry, the fire and the love, the desire and 
the passion. I pressed into him, demanding and gaining entry to that 
most sacred of places, the temple of his body. Oh Tom. *Tom* The 
heat. The tightness. Heaven. 

No more words between us - we were beyond that. I plunged further 
into him with every sobbing breath I drew, to be met with the 
needy backward thrust of his hips. Gods how we wanted this. Craved 
it. Every endless moment, every movement driving the shadows away, 
so we could meet as one in the light. Tom around me, under me, 
healing me, protecting me. The near soundless slap of skin on skin, 
punctuated by our breathless moans and whimpers of desire, of need. 
Everything I was, everything I wanted was here in this moment, in 
this room. Just one more thing... my vision blurred as my body let 
me know... I held onto Tom for dear life as with one last frantic 
thrust I emptied myself screaming into his body, and collapsed in 
a boneless heap on top of him. The silent tears running down my 
face to merge with our sweat. I slithered off him gently, only to 
find myself gathered tenderly into his arms, his fingers gently 
brushing the tears off my face. 

"Tears, Harry?" Tom's lips followed his fingers, softly. All I 
could do was gaze up at him, heart in my eyes. I couldn't string 
two words together. Then I realised he was kind of dewy eyed himself. 
I cupped his face in my hand and wiped the one tear that had actually 
fallen onto his cheekbone with my thumb. "Ah, you've got me..." 

"I hope so..." It was more of a croak than a whisper, I think I'd 
screamed myself hoarse. We smiled tiredly at each other; too drained 
to move, to think as we settled back into each other's arms though 
Tom retained the presence of mind to pull the covers over us before 
we drifted into sleep.

~*~




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