Title: While The Cats Are Away, The Mice Will Play... 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 . 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 . mail to: a.lanart@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. 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. 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. 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. 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. At last, Tom was finally lapping up the last vestiges of the chocolate heart, and he raised his eyes to actually *look* at Harry's cock. It was hard as a rock, and flushed almost purple, with a few drops of fluid leaking from the tip where it peeked out from the foreskin. Harry himself was writhing around the bed, moaning a constant, "Please, please, please." Tom took pity on him, and kissed his way from Harry's hip to the base of his weeping cock, nuzzling gently at the soft, heavy sac there, and carefully swirling his tongue down and around it. Harry's moans increased in volume, and decreased in coherency. Tom licked his way around the base of Harry's cock, before tenderly nibbling his way up the shaft. He knew Harry loved the soft graze of his teeth on this most sensitive part of his body. Slowly, carefully, Tom made his way up the full length of Harry's cock until he could take the head into his mouth. Harry yelled his assent. "*Yes*... Oh Gods... *Tom*...." Tom tried to smile, not a very easy task when his mouth was wrapped around a very nicely sized erection, and settled for taking as much of Harry's sleek hardness into his mouth as he could, using his tongue to its full advantage. It didn't take long before Harry felt that unmistakable tightening in his balls, and tried to warn Tom. "Tom... I'm..." Tom just sucked harder. "Tom...*Tom*..." Harry's breathless gasping of his name merely served as an incentive for Tom to finish off the task at hand. He let his fingers drift down, over Harry's balls, across his perineum, gently down to his asshole. At Tom's first touch across the opening to his body, Harry came, screaming, and Tom sucked him dry, greedily slurping the hot and salty cum that spurted into his mouth, down his throat and all over his chin. Tom didn't exactly care. He loved the fact that he was able to give such pleasure to Harry. Eventually, Harry appeared to be spent, and Tom shifted his way back up, gently stroking Harry's still shivering body. Harry met his eyes with a glance full of love, and Tom smiled down at him, brushing his mussed and sweaty hair back from his forehead. Harry returned the smile with a tremulous grin. "You've been drooling again, Tom." Tom raised his fingers to his chin, and wiped off the remaining traces of Harry's semen, licking them clean assidiously. "So I see. Want to know what you taste like with chocolate?" "Mmm. Okay." The kiss was a long, lingering, tongue twisting experience that left Tom gasping almost as much as Harry. "Well?" "Well what?" Harry was more intent with touching as much of Tom's skin as he could than in playing 'twenty questions' or whatever it was Tom had in mind. "What do you think you taste like with chocolate?" Harry licked his lips thoughtfully, not letting his hands cease their exploration for one moment. "Different." "That's all?" "What else do you want me to say?" "Ohhh, I don't know..." Tom captured Harry's wandering hands in his own. "Stop that," he said. Harry sighed. "Now what?" Tom grinned at him. "I still have some unfinished business." He rubbed himself suggestively against Harry. "Mmm, I can tell. So..." Harry wriggled one hand out from where Tom had them caught, and let it creep down between them to stroke and fondle Tom's erection. "...What do you want me to do about it?" Tom made an effort not to succumb to Harry's teasing, and smiled gently at him. "Nothing." Harry paused in his caresses, shocked at Tom's unexpected statement. "Nothing?! Tom, you're almost hard enough to poke a hole through the bulkhead!" Tom's smiled widened into a grin. "Well, almost nothing. Turn over, Harry." Harry obliged, and started to rise to his hands and knees, only to be prevented by the warm weight of Tom's hand on the small of his back. "Stay lying down, I've got to paint your back yet." "Paint?..." "Your back. Yeah." "But..." "Hey, it's *my* birthday. Presents aren't supposed to argue with the birthday boy now, are they?" "Umm, no. But..." "Harry..." "Okay, okay." Harry lay back down, pillowing his head on his arms. Tom retrieved the jar and brush, placing himself between Harry's legs. After painting a couple of sweeping curves and whorls on Harry's shoulder blades, he realised that the position he was in meant that his cock was pressed tight up against Harry's ass, and was now screaming for attention. Tom gave up on creativity, drawing a line down the length of Harry's spine ending with an arrow pointing to his truly luscious butt. With a mischievous chuckle, he daubed a large X across the cheeks. Harry turned his head, craning his neck to try and make out just what was so funny. "What?" He asked, when his attempts were unsuccessful. "X marks the spot, Harry." "Oh. Does that mean you've finished?" "Nearly." Tom fell to licking the chocolate from Harry's shoulders. "Get the lube out, would you?" He asked brightly, lifting his head momentarily. Harry struggled to comply, but the swirl and nip of Tom's tongue and teeth made the task far more difficult than anticipated. By the time he'd managed to reach out one unsteady hand as far as the night- stand and fumble around blindly until he'd found what he was looking for, Tom was already enthusiastically working his way down Harry's spine, drawing ever closer to his ultimate goal. Harry almost jumped out of his skin, and off the bed, at the first swipe of Tom's tongue across the downy skin of his ass. He could feel Tom's smile against his skin. "Liked that did you?" Another lick. "Aahhh... What do *you* think?" Tom ran his hands over Harry's hips and ass, carefully avoiding the few remaining smudges of chocolate paint. "*I* think Siannon doesn't pay enough attention to a certain part of your anatomy." Harry gave a strangled sounding chuckle. "She knows my ass is yours, Tommy-boy." Tom rewarded him with another lick, and a gentle bite. Harry couldn't keep the plea from his voice, "*Tom*...." "All in good time, Har. All in good time..." Tom gently parted the mounds of golden flesh, and sent his tongue delving between them, searching out the entrance to Harry's body, flicking teasingly over the tight opening. He felt as much as heard Harry's groan of encouragement, and probed a little deeper. Before long, though, he knew he just had to have more. Tom raised his head to inquire breathlessly, "Lube?" Harry reached backwards, pressing the tube into Tom's waiting hand. "About bloody time!" Tom grinned as he slicked up his fingers. "Patience is a virtue, remember..." "Fuck that. Better yet, Fuck me. Aaahh..." Tom slid a careful finger inside of Harry, gently probing and exploring the tight heat of his body. He leaned over to breathe hotly on the back of Harry's neck, whispering, "Don't worry, I intend to..." He carefully, but fairly quickly worked his way up to three fingers, tantalisingly brushing over Harry's prostate a couple of times, causing him to moan and writhe and beg for more. Removing his fingers, Tom laid his hands on Harry's hips, gently raising him up onto hands and knees, before slathering his own weeping, rigid cock with lube. "Ready Harry?" Tom's cockhead was gently pressed against Harry's asshole, waiting. "Ready? I'm desperate!" Tom managed to suppress the chuckle that threatened to escape by losing it in the groan he couldn't keep down as he plunged into Harry's hot and yearning body. Tom had meant to take things slowly, but the gradual and teasing build up had taken toll on his self control and he could not stop himself from thrusting into the delicious heat surrounding him. He tried to stop, but Harry slammed himself back against Tom, driving him deeper inside. "Harry...." Tom glanced down at the long, golden expanse of back, noticing the sweat beading Harry's shoulders, starting to pool in the hollows of his spine, the dark head bent, breath coming in gasps. "Don't you dare stop," Harry ground out, the words almost unrecognisable. Almost. Tom took that as an invitation, and drove himself into Harry again and again, the only sound the slap of sweat soaked skin on skin with their breathless cries and moans rising together. Tom reached a hand round to caress Harry's rapidly growing erection, trying to pump his cock in time with his thrusts into Harry's body, and mostly succeeding. "God, Harry.... You're so *hot*.... I don't think.... Oh God..." "Tom..." Their frantic pace stilled for the moment, Tom lowered his damp head to Harry's even damper back for a second, brushing his lips softly across the golden skin. Harry gasped out, "Don't... worry about me.... Cum for me, Tom..." Tom's answering groan tore through both of them as his hand moved from Harry's cock back to his hip, and he began thrusting wildly into Harry, self control completely disintegrated. "Harry I...Oh God.... Harry..... *Harry*...... HAARRRRYY!!!...." Tom lost himself, and came screaming Harry's name as the world exploded around him. Unable to support himself any longer, he collapsed across Harry's strong back. Harry tried to concentrate on getting his own breathing back under some semblance of control, but it was difficult with Tom's every exhaled breath causing a chill to steal over his shoulder blades as the sweat dried on his skin. After a while Tom's weight caused him to crumple onto the bed, and Harry managed to twist himself around so he could wrap his arms around his trembling lover. "Happy Birthday Tom." he whispered. Tom snuggled closer, brushing his lips across Harry's jaw. "Do something for me?" "Anything." "Make love to me." Harry chuckled, hugging Tom closer. "You know you didn't really have to *ask*...." He gently turned Tom around, spooning up behind him, still holding him close. Harry nipped gently at Tom's neck and shoulders, relishing the salty taste of his lover's skin, brushing his fingers through the soft fuzz on Tom's chest as he sought out his nipples, all the while pressing himself close to Tom, his rigid cock trapped against Tom's backside. The feather light touches across Tom's chest continued. "Damnit Harry... Stop teasing. I want to feel you inside me. Now." Harry nibbled his way up Tom's neck to whisper in his ear, "Demanding, aren't we?" And pressed himself even closer. Tom groaned. "Harry...*please*..." Harry carefully sucked Tom's earlobe, swirling his tongue around it. "Since you asked so nicely.... I don't suppose you remember what you did with the lube, do you?" Tom groped under the pillow, producing the slightly battered tube. "I *always* remember. Unlike *some* people..." Harry placed the fingers of one hand gently across Tom's lips. "Shut up, Tom," he breathed. Tom smiled at him but dutifully kept quiet as Harry traced the outline of Tom's lips before leaning over to kiss him firmly. Harry's free hand wandered in sweeping strokes down Tom's body, across his slender hips, before sliding between them and caressing the soft skin of Tom's ass, squeezing each cheek gently. "Harry, I meant it. Don't make me wait. *Please*." As if to prove his point, he drew his knees up closer toward his chest exposing himself as much as possible. Harry gently lifted the tube of lubricant from Tom's almost nerveless fingers. "As if I could say 'No'," he murmured into Tom's neck, biting him softly as he one handedly opened the tube, managing to squeeze out a generous amount without too much difficulty. The tube was quickly forgotten. "As if I *wanted* to say 'No'..." Harry added, sending his greased fingers questing down into the cleft of Tom's ass, brushing gently across the tight bud of flesh he found. "*Please* Harry...." Tom sounded so needful, so *desperate* that Harry didn't have the heart to make him wait any more. He knew only too well how it felt to want, to *need* so much. One finger rubbed insistently against the ring of muscle until it gained entry. Moving carefully, he stretched Tom as quickly as he could, soon managing to work in a second finger and plenty of lubricant. Harry found this gradual surrender of Tom's body almost dizzying. He felt such joy, such exhilaration, that Tom *wanted* him in this way that he was surprised that Tom couldn't feel it. There was another pleading moan from Tom, "More... Please... *Harry*..." Harry worked his way up to three fingers, the heat and tightness surrounding them casting it's usual spell, making him hotter than hell and twice as hard as duranium. The longing to bury himself in Tom's ass was too overwhelming to be ignored any more. Harry carefully withdrew his fingers, accompanied by a wordless cry of protest from Tom, before quickly and thoroughly greasing his achingly hard erection. "Now you.... hurry.... *please*." Harry guided his cock until it rested against Tom's asshole, then slowly pushed his way inside, preventing Tom >from thrusting back onto him with a firm hand on his hip. "No Tom... We do this *my* way..." Harry's way was to savour every centimetre of slow penetration, to revel in the increasing heat and friction surrounding him as he slid deeper and deeper in, until he finally came to rest, buried to the hilt inside of Tom. "Gods, Tom... You're incredible... you make me feel...." Frustrated at his inability to describe how he felt, Harry settled for pulling out of Tom almost all the way before driving himself back home. The gut-wrenching moan that rose from them both said more than any words could. "*Now* can I move?" Tom's voice sounded almost plaintive. "Move?" It took Harry a few moments to realise just what the hell Tom was on about."Oh... Yes..." Given permission at last, Tom did just that. "*Gods*...Tom...Tom..." Harry's hand tightened on Tom's hip as he began to thrust in earnest, Tom meeting every thrust with a backward slam of his hips, driving Harry as far inside as he could go. "Fuck me Harry... Fuck me *hard*..." Tom reached back with both hands, to clutch at Harry's surging hips. Harry's vision dissolved in a red haze of passion, and he could do no more than oblige, pounding into Tom in a frenzy of need; his own, and Tom's. He was lost in a blaze of heat; hot flesh surrounding him, hot skin beneath his hands, and his own burning desire running scalding through his veins, rendering him almost incapable of speech. "...*Tom*...." His breath was coming in gasps, signalling the imminence of his climax. Tom shivered in anticipation, his whole being focused on the sensation of Harry inside him, filling him, loving him. "*Yes* Harry.... I want to feel you cum inside me..." "...Oh Gods... Tom....*Tom*..." With an inarticulate wail, Harry gave one last thrust into Tom's receptive body and came hard, emptying himself deep inside Tom, filling him with his love. Tom was aware of the sudden rush of warmth deep within him, a sensation that almost made him feel like he'd discovered Heaven on Earth even as Harry trembled behind him, almost sobbing with reaction. There were words among the gasps and whimpers, but the only one Tom made out with any certainty was 'Love'. He snuggled back against Harry, running gentle hands over all the skin he could reach, holding him as close as he was able considering the awkwardness of his position. "I love you too, Har," he whispered; receiving in acknowledgment Harry's arms tightening around him and the brush of soft lips against his neck. They remained spooned up against each other for some time, still connected, silent but for their breathing. Eventually Harry's cock softened too much to maintain that connection, and he slipped out of Tom's body. Tom shifted in his arms until they were facing each other, almost nose to nose. Harry smiled, gently tracing the line of Tom's cheekbones with his fingers. The smile slowly broadened until Harry was almost grinning in Tom's face. "What?" Tom didn't trust that smile. Not one bit. "I think it's my turn." Harry was still smiling. "Your turn?" Tom was curious. "To tease you as much as you've teased me..." Tom finally caught on. "Oh no. You are *not* putting that stuff anywhere near me." "But it's fun... believe me..." "I don't care. No body paint." "But To-om..." Harry tried out his best wheedling tone to go with the lost puppy expression. Tom tried his best not to laugh. "No." "Please?" "No." "For me?" "No." Harry raised up on one elbow slightly to look down at Tom, mildly bemused and honestly curious. "Why not?" Tom grabbed one of Harry's hands and moved it up his own arm, and down onto his chest before bringing it to rest lightly over his heart, Harry's fingers tangling slightly in the red-gold fuzz. "That's why," he observed. Harry looked at his hand, then at Tom's face, and still felt puzzled. "Huh?" "Too hairy. Even you'd never manage to get rid of all that stuff and you're kind of...umm.... thorough." "It'd wash out..." "No! I mean it." "Spoilsport." Harry's grin had resurfaced, taking the sting out of the word. Tom grinned back at him. "So? It's my birthday, and my present, which means I get to do what *I* want with it. Which I already have done, if you hadn't noticed." "Oh I noticed all right. Which is why..." Harry let his fingers begin to trace lazy spirals over Tom's shoulders, arms and chest, "...I think it's my turn. Paint or no paint." He didn't even give Tom the chance to reply, devouring his mouth in a very determined kiss. As soon as Tom tried to open his mouth to say something, Harry's tongue invaded and was soon tangling round his own in a way that brooked no argument. Not that Tom *would* have argued, even if he could have actually said anything. No way; not when it was Harry's mouth, Harry's hands. He reacted in the only way possible: by responding wholeheartedly. Harry moaned into the kiss, shifting his weight slightly until he was pressing Tom into the bed. Tom's fingers were dancing down his spine, leaving tendrils of fire in their wake, burning away rational thought in a blaze of desire. The thrust and parry of their tongues was soon echoed by the movement of their bodies as they ground into each other, hardness against hardness, leaving a trail of wetness across their stomachs. With a twinge of regret Harry disengaged his mouth to catch his breath, raising his head to gaze deeply into Tom's lust darkened eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, panting from the effects of the kiss, before Tom launched himself upward with a growl that was suspiciously reminiscent of B'Elanna, and latched his teeth into Harry's neck. That small, unexpected pain, followed by the soothing touch of a hot and wet tongue was more than enough to make Harry forget completely about teasing the writhing body under him. He claimed Tom's lips again with almost bruising intensity, forcing his tongue past them into the hot depths of his mouth as he began to thrust wildly against him. Tom had the same idea and met each frantic movement of Harry's with one of his own, hanging tightly onto the hips that were grinding into him causing their erections to rub against each other. It did not take long for their actions to reach the inevitable, if messy, conclusion as they climaxed together, crying out each other's name. They lay in a hot, sticky tangle of arms and legs, their hearts still pounding in a ferocious rhythm, breath still coming in gasps. The touches Tom bestowed on Harry were to bring him down, rather than to inflame him; and Harry's kisses were more tender than passionate. Soon their breathing had almost returned to normal, enough for Tom to dare a comment anyway. "I thought you were going to be a tease?" Harry smiled up at him from where he'd comfortably pillowed his head on Tom's chest. "I *was*. Changed my mind, didn't I?" Tom carefully smoothed the hair away from Harry's face, tendrils of it were plastered across his forehead. Tom chuckled slightly. "Mmm, I gathered that." They clung to each other for a while longer, reluctant to move and break the closeness, until Tom started to shift uncomfortably under Harry's weight. "Harry, would you please move, my bladder's about to explode and we both really need to hit the bathroom anyway..." Harry gave Tom an affirmative sounding grunt, rolling off of him with a last lingering touch to his cheek before scrambling up onto not too steady feet. He stood there by the bed, swaying ever so slightly, one hand extended to Tom. "Come on, then." Tom heaved himself up, giving Harry a hug in the process. "Just give me a minute first, I've got another surprise. This one'll do for us both though. If you really want to make yourself useful you can change the bed." Harry shrugged, a little steadier on his feet now. "Okay." Tom stalked off to the bathroom, leaving Harry to strip the sticky sheets off the bed and put the new ones back on. By the time he called out to announce he was ready, Harry was perching on the edge of the bed, waiting. "You can come in, now." The bathroom was awash with the warm glow of candle light, the smell of sandalwood and beeswax permeating the small room. Harry inhaled deeply. "Mmm. Nice. Siannon?" "The candles? Yeah, some of them." Harry then noticed the bath, and Tom. "Bubbles?" "Birthday present from Naomi Wildman. I think Sam had more than a say in it though, judging by what I got." Tom waved a handful of scented foam in Harry’s direction. "I'll say." Harry leaned over to test the water, raising an eyebrow at Tom in query. "Last time I looked after her I commented that it wasn't fair that we adults had to do without things like bubble-bath. I didn't think she'd remember. Go on, get in." Harry climbed into the bath, settling himself against Tom with a contented sigh as Tom wrapped his arms around him, rubbing one cheek across Harry’s hair. Harry relaxed into Tom’s embrace. "This is wonderful. Thanks." Tom squeezed him gently. "Thank *you*. I haven’t had so much fun on my birthday since I was a kid. What I want to know now is whether you’re going to plan anything for *next* year..." Harry chuckled. "That’s for me to know and you to wonder." "Tease." "And don’t you just love it..." They did nothing more energetic than soaking in the hot water until Tom caught himself drifting. He nudged Harry gently. "I think we’d better get out. I’m falling asleep." After quickly washing themselves down properly, they hauled themselves out of the bath to dry off, before stumbling back to bed. Harry nearly fell over the abandoned jar of body paint. He picked it up and turned toward Tom, who was already ensconced in bed, with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "There’s still some left..." Tom didn’t miss that look. He sighed in exasperation. "I said *no* and I meant *no*. Which part of no don’t you understand, Harry? Forget that and come to bed." He patted the mattress beside him. Harry put the jar down, out of the way, and made a mental note to work on his powers of persuasion, before snuggling in next to Tom. He was still wondering how to persuade Tom to change his mind when he fell asleep. Tom lay awake for a while longer, holding Harry close and unable to keep the happy grin off his face. Lucky. He was so damn lucky. But there was still no way he’d let Harry near him with the body paint, not unless he *really* tried hard to persuade him otherwise. Which could be fun. Tom fell asleep with the smile still firmly in place.