Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!atl-c03.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!news-xfer.newsread.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "Aeron" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW: VOY "Unlaced" P/K [NC-17] 1/2 Posted NYE 22: 45 ish GMT Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 210 Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 23:55:06 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1104537306 209.198.142.218 (Fri, 31 Dec 2004 18:55:06 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 18:55:06 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86613 X-Received-Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 15:55:07 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Unlaced (sequel to Devil in a Red Dress) Author: Aeron Lanart Series: Voyager Part: 1/2 Rating: NC-17 Codes: P/K Disclaimer: Star Trek stuff belongs to Viacom/Paramount. Gone With the Wind Stuff belongs to someone else. I do this for fun not money! Summary: No plot, some cross dressing, some undressing and some sex. Unlaced Tom and Harry broke apart guiltily at the rather forceful cough that echoed from the vicinity of the real world. "I believe you both have quarters, gentlemen?" The Captain observed tartly, not quite managing to hide her grin. "Y-y-yes Captain," They stuttered in unison. Though Tom then had to gape in astonishment as Harry flicked his fan, furiously wafting air at the face that now matched his costume before observing, "Rather warm in here, isn't it. Time for some air..." before sashaying out of the holodeck with a last wicked glance from behind his fan. Tom smiled helplessly at the Captain, and followed. He discovered Harry waiting decorously outside the holodeck, the look in his eyes completely at odds with his posture. Tom adjusted the cuffs of his own costume, and bowed to that vision of loveliness. "Mizz Scarlet, would you care for me to escort you home?" Harry curtsied back at him, leaving Tom wondering how long Harry had been planning this... "Why, Thank You kind sir, I believe that I would." Tom offered his arm, which Harry took gently. Tom smiled warmly at him. "The pleasure is all mine, gracious lady." Harry tried to hide his snort of amusement in his fan. "Seriously Har, it is a pleasure. I just never expected us to be dressed like this..." He waved vaguely with his free hand at their attire as they moved sedately, in keeping with their costumes, toward Harry's quarters. For decorum and safety they maintained their distance - the only contact the light touch of Harry's fingertips like a brand on Tom's arm. "Did you ever even think about it, Tom?" Harry asked carefully. "Oh I thought alright... but I never saw it as a possibility." "Maybe you were looking in the wrong places?" Harry twinkled from behind his fan. "Damn Straight." They passed the turbolift, managing to keep their faces completely straight at Vorick's very un-vulcan smirk in their direction. Tom nodded genteelly at Vorik in reply. "Since when have your quarters been this far from the Holodeck?" He hissed. "I feel like we've paraded past the whole crew!" Harry smiled enigmatically. "Everything comes to he who waits..." Tom groaned quietly as the smile on Harry's face degenerated into more of a leer, then breathed a sigh of relief when he realised they had reached door 105-2. He tapped in the code and gestured for Harry to precede him through the open door with a bow. "My Lady..." Harry strutted through the door past Tom, with a come hither smile thrown over his shoulder. Tom almost whimpered before following, which turned into a muffled "oof!" as he found himself flung against the wall. He vaguely heard a deep and needy voice command the privacy lock before his mouth was possessed by the blazing inferno that was Harry. Tom was helpless to anything except kiss him back. Eventually Harry came up for air. "Wow!" Gasped Tom. Then, plaintively, "Why did you stop?" Chest heaving, Harry gave him a smouldering grin, before turning on his heel to carefully place his fan on the desk. The red hair ornaments followed, as did the choker. He ran his fingers through his hair, giving his head a quick shake *freedom at last*, then glanced back at Tom. Tom hadn't moved, but was hungrily watching every move Harry made, devouring with his eyes. Harry grinned. "Aren't you a little over-dressed?" "I think I might need some help..." Tom's voice was a strangled croak, which differed from the happy, helpless smile on his face. Harry tut-tutted, still grinning as he sauntered back over to where Tom was still leaning on the wall. "Why didn't you say..." Harry let his fingers drift across Tom's cheek and neck before he nimbly began to untie the cravat, "After all, I'm more than happy to help someone in need." Leaving the cravat undone, he moved next to the cuffs of the jacket, carefully unbuttoning each one as he cradled Tom's hands in his own. "There now, I think we can get this off." He pulled Tom into his arms, eased the heavy material off his shoulders, managing to stop it puddling onto the floor in the process which Harry was more than faintly pleased about - after all his motor functions weren't at their best, even if they seemed to be working better than Toms... He pushed Tom gently into one of his chairs, the jacket being placed carefully along the back, and promptly sat on Tom's knee. "Wha...?" Tom never got to finish the word or the question, as Harry claimed his lips once more, fingers busy with the buttons of Tom's shirt. Tom found his own hands moving without volition to tangle in the thick mass of Harry's midnight hair. The shirt successfully unbuttoned, Harry let his mouth wander as he slithered gracefully off Tom's knee onto the floor. Tom seemed to have no strength left in any of his muscles and let his head loll against the chair back as he joyfully and dazedly surrendered to the onslaught of body and senses by this Devil in a Red Dress who was also his best friend. His brain made a connection. "Har...you're... you've..." He seemed to have trouble speaking. Harry gave Tom's left nipple one last suck before raising his eyes. "I'm still wearing the dress?" Tom nodded. "I know." Harry grinned. "Watch me." Tom met Harry's smouldering gaze and his eyes widened. Surely Harry wasn't going to... "And touch me... if you can..." With that Harry swooped for a quick and bruising kiss, the gentle touch of his hand on Tom's cheek at odds with the power of his insistent mouth. "That is if you want me to carry on..." he whispered against Tom's lips. Tom sucked air desperately, and managed to find enough presence of mind and breath to say something he felt was very important. "Want you to carry on? Oh Har, I don't think I ever want you to stop. You've opened my eyes and stolen my heart and I didn't even realise..." Harry leaned back a little to take a good look at Tom's face. His smile was tender, loving. And horny as hell. "Good. Cos right now, I've got the chance to indulge in one of my favourite fantasies and I'm not going to waste it. Just..." "Anything." "Hold me, later?" "Yesssss...." Tom's breath hissed through his teeth as Harry lowered his head again, his hot tongue bathing Tom's skin, his teeth gently nipping a path down Tom's body. And Tom watched, helpless to do little more than gasp, fingers clenching reflexively on Harry's shoulders, in his hair, as wave after wave of sensation blazed along his overloaded nerves. He was only half aware of Harry's skilled and determined fingers at the fastening of his skin-tight breeches, but became suddenly alert at the faintest breath of air across his super-heated skin. A chuckle reverberated against that skin, "I didn't know you went commando." Tom gasped at the sensation. "I don't... usually." "My lucky night, then." Harry's nimble fingers freed Tom's burgeoning erection, and he gave a happy sigh as its weeping tip indicated its pleasure in being free. "Tom, you have a gorgeous cock." Harry fell silent, and darted out his tongue for an initial taste. "Gorgeous..." He repeated, and then said no more as his mouth had found far better things to do. He'd dreamed about driving Tom to distraction with his mouth on more than one occasion and was determined to make every swipe of his tongue, every suck, every nibble count double. He glanced up when Tom's hands fell away from his hair. Tom stared back, his hands clenched white-knuckled on the edge of the chair. Harry paused. "Don't stop, Har... Please don't stop." Tom rasped, trembling with need. Harry grinned around Tom's cock, then deep-throated him, loving the sound of his name on Tom's lips. He tried to work his fingers down to cup Tom's velvety balls in his hand, but found the breeches causing an obstruction. Tom wriggled forward in the chair, slightly raising his hips in an unconscious gesture of entreaty, just enough for Harry to peel the breeches down one-handed. Tom's brain was about to short-circuit with desire. He could hardly believe that the best blow-job of his life was being given by Harry, and Harry in a dress at that! He'd entertained the odd half-formed fantasy about Harry, and expected most of the crew had done at one time or another, but had not pursued them for fear of spoiling the most beautiful thing in his life; their friendship. Seemed like Harry had other ideas... and what ideas they were! His mouth, his touch set Tom on fire, and he was burning, aching for more. Tom could no longer even remotely control the trembling of his body; he was close to the edge, almost ready to fall. He felt those clever fingers caress him softly, carefully drifting across his perineum. Then Harry deep-throated him again, gently penetrating him with a tender finger. Tom plunged into the abyss waiting for him, hearing someone scream Harry's name, only half aware that it was himself. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: