BEST VOY ALL MULTIPLE
Title: BARCLAY'S REWARD
Author: A. Kite ( AKite68163@aol.com )
Series: Star Trek: Voyager
Codes: Barclay/Paris/Kim
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This story is a sequel to my earlier story, Barclay's Obsession. It takes place after the Voyager finale, Endgame, and as such, may contain spoilers. The title pretty much sums up what the story is about. :)
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Paramount/Viacom owns them. I just write about them. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Archiving: Permission given to the Barclay Fuh Q Fest, PKElite, ASC/EM and to my own webpage: http://www.oocities.org/a_kite_fic/index.html Linking is permitted, but I'd like to know first.
Thanks to my beta readers and to Deanna for hosting the Barclay fest. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome, publicly or privately, and always answered.
A. Kite (September 2001)
Reg Barclay stood in a quiet corner and surveyed the crowd. It seemed that everyone had turned out for Voyager's Welcome Home party. The whole crew of Voyager, certainly, all the family members that could get to Earth in time and the creme de la creme of Starfleet. He wouldn't be there himself, but Admiral Paris had insisted. Reg didn't like parties much and being around the real Voyager crew made him nervous. After about the twentieth one had come up to say thank you and shake his hand or worse try to hug him, Reg had retreated to this out of the way corner.
The Voyagers were certainly different from his holoprogram. Take Tuvok and B'Elanna Torres. Who would have imagined them as a couple, and one with a baby on the way? Though, the biggest surprise had to be Tom Paris and Harry Kim. There they were now, talking to the Admiral. He was patting his son on the back and laughing at something Harry had said. If he was upset at all about Tom's choice of a life mate, Owen Paris certainly didn't show it. Kim's parents had made an early appearance and left already, as Reg longed to do.
His attention was pulled away from the Paris' and Kim by a commotion by the entrance. Commander Chakotay rushed over to two new arrivals, pulling a reluctant Gregor Allaya with him. From the embrace and the smile on Chakotay's face, and the apparent age of the couple, Reg could only assume them to be the Commander's parents.
So intent he was in watching Chakotay introduce his parents to his lover, Barclay never noticed the two men approaching his position until it was too late. If he walked away now, he'd look rude and ungrateful. As much as he liked being fussed over and admired, it was overwhelming when real, live people did it. When the real, live people were ones he had used in his holofantasies, the awkwardness was ten-fold.
Lieutenants Paris and Kim converged on Reg, and he stood his ground. Trying to act nonplused, his voice gave him away, "G...good evening." Damn! He hated to stutter.
Paris lead the way with a smile and an outstretched hand. "Lieutenant Barclay, Harry and I wanted thank you personally for all your work on the Pathfinder project."
Reg took the offered and shook it. "P...please, call me Reg." He tried to smile back but knew it most likely looked more like a grimace. He moved to take his hand back, but for some odd reason Paris didn't let go.
Tom continued to hold his hand and said, "Okay then, Reg." His fingers were moving, the thumb rubbing the back of Reg's hand. The feel of it almost buckled the older man's knees. Paris went on in a quieter voice, "Harry and I wanted to see if you'd be interested in a private celebration. Just the three of us. Isn't that right, Harry?"
Involuntarily, Reg followed Tom's eyes to where Harry was standing, and he noticed that the newly promoted lieutenant had positioned himself to block the view of the rest of the party-goers. It was a good thing too because Kim moved closer and took Reg's other hand and answered, "Yes. Tom has a bottle of wine that he picked up on our last shore leave in the Delta Quadrant. We were saving it for a special occasion."
Tom broke in then with, "This could be that occasion. Would you like to share it with us?"
Barclay *knew* they weren't talking about just the wine. He tried to speak, but nothing came out, so he settled for a nod. Paris squeezed his hand and finally let it go, as did Kim on the other side.
"Harry and I are going to work ourselves to the door, meet us in the foyer there in about five minutes?"
Again, all Reg could do was nod. The two younger men eased themselves back into the crowd, and he did the same in the opposite direction. He carefully skirted groups of Voyager crewmen, not wanting to get sucked into more adoration. He had wondered earlier why he hadn't seen Captain Janeway or Seven of Nine for a while. That question was answered as Barclay reached the foyer before Paris and Kim.
They were in an alcove, which in the winter served as a coat check station. There was no overeager yeoman on duty on this warm summer night, though. The captain had her arms around the other woman. Reg couldn't help but hear part of their conversation.
Janeway was consoling the distraught former Borg. "We'll go to Helsinki in the morning, Seven. You'll see that your aunt wasn't lying. I'm sure she'll be just fine."
Seven pulled back a little and smiled through teary eyes, "You'll go with me?"
Kathryn smiled back, "Of course, I'll go with you." They moved close again and looked as if they were going to kiss, then the doors opened as Harry and Tom exited the party. The women jumped apart, embarrassed at being caught. Paris and Kim politely ignored them as Janeway and Seven slipped by and out the door.
Tom retrieved the bottle from the same alcove that the Captain and Seven had used. Tom winked at Reg and said, "I'd ask your place or ours, but we haven't been assigned quarters planetside yet."
"Um, uh," Reg hesitated in answering, remembering what a mess his apartment was. "Sure." They'd be in the bedroom mostly anyway, and it was relatively clean. He'd changed the sheets just last week.
Instead of using the slower public transporter, Tom called Voyager and had them beamed directly to Barclay's apartment. Reg winced as he watched Tom and Harry look around. Then, a bundle of white fur hurdled itself toward him. "Meaow!" He barely had time to get his arms up to catch Neelix.
The younger men laughed and Harry remarked, "Somebody sounds hungry."
"H...have a seat, and I'll feed him and get some glasses."
Reg headed for the replicator and winced again as he heard Harry say, "Looks like Reg went to the Tom Paris school of housekeeping," as they moved clothes and assorted junk off the sofa so they could sit.
Reg replicated the cat food and deposited it and Neelix in the roomy carrier that he used for the infrequent times he didn't want Neelix running around loose. He retrieved the glasses that Deanna had given him on his last birthday, and a corkscrew that he wasn't sure they'd need, then returned to his guests.
It turned out they did need the corkscrew. While they weren't quite sure what substance the people that made the wine used to seal the bottle, they made short work of getting rid of it.
Reg got flustered and embarrassed again when Harry asked about his cat, "What's its name?"
"Wh...what's, what's name?"
"Your cat, Reg. What's its name?"
Reg almost spilled his wine and made an awkward recovery before answering in a mumble, "Neelix." There was no way he wanted to explain why he'd picked that name and was relieved when after a couple of minutes hilarity and speculation on what the real Neelix would think of it, they let it drop.
There was a period of uncomfortable silence after that. Reg, who was sitting in the chair adjacent to the couch, couldn't think of a thing to say and tried hard not to stare at the men of his fantasies. They were real and here, right here in his home, and he couldn't think any of the witty, funny things that came so easily in a holoprogram.
Barclay looked up from his wineglass to find them looking at him. He blushed and looked away again. Harry cleared his throat and said, "Reg? You don't have to go through with this if you don't want to, you know? If you've changed your mind, that's all right. We can leave."
Reg jumped up and did spill his wine this time. "No!" he protested, too loudly. He wiped ineffectually at the stain on his uniform and continued in a lower voice, "I'm sorry. I...I haven't changed my mind..."
Tom reached over and took his hand, which to Reg's utter dismay was shaking, "But you're nervous, huh?" Paris guessed correctly. He tugged the older man over to sit between he and Harry on the couch. "It's okay, Reg. Harry and I understand. We won't do anything you don't want us to." Tom soothingly rubbed his thumb into Reg's palm.
On the other side, Harry leaned in and brushed his lips against Barclay's cheek. "Any time you don't like something, just tell us to stop. We will, promise."
Reg looked into brown eyes, so soft and earnest, that he couldn't help but relax. Then he turned, looked into eyes as blue and clear as the sky and surrendered himself to whatever happened next.
Next was kissing, a lot of kissing. Kisses led to touching, and touches led to the removal of clothing. If Tom and Harry were visions of contrast between fair and dark, hairy and smooth, Reg was in between. Sort of medium everything, his skin was the pale that comes from too much time indoors. There was hair around his pectoral mounds and in a line down his stomach to his pubic area. Harry traced that line with his tongue while Tom busied himself with finding out how sensitive Reg's nipples were.
The verdict was very sensitive when he almost bucked them all off the sofa at the feel of Tom's teeth. A move to the bed was needed, and fast. That was accomplished, if a bit clumsily, for some reason Reg wasn't too steady on his feet. The younger men managed to maneuver the elder just where they wanted him. One on each side where they could have equal access to all the good bits.
Reg felt a sensation of deja vu. Being with the real Paris and Kim was very much like his simulations of them. They were just as unpredictable but very different too. He looked from one to the other comparing from memory. One thing for certain, he would have never programmed or even thought to program a Harry Kim with equipment *that* size. He always thought of his own cock of being adequate but nice. And Tom was very much like his holographic counterpart, long and lean.
Unlike holograms, these two squabbled and fought over the privilege of driving him mad with pleasure. No polite sharing with these two. Paris saw Kim's mouth heading south much too quickly in his opinion. "No fair, Harry!" he protested and actually pulled his head by the hair, up and away from Reg's groin.
Harry shot Tom a look of pure poison before he laughed and leaned over to kiss his husband. They pulled back to find Reg watching them intensely. They looked so good together, so hot that Reg couldn't help but want to be a part of it. Then he remembered that he wasn't restrained this time, and he could participate.
Reg pulled the other two men down beside him and took turns kissing, licking and nibbling each of them; back and forth in a flurry of delight. It wasn't long before he reached and found the object of his earlier scrutiny. What had looked big to his eyes felt enormous in his hand.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Tom whispered in his ear. The nibble at his earlobe almost distracted Reg from Harry's cock. "I bet you didn't program your Harry with one like that."
"WHAT?!" Reg snatched his hand away in total shock. He would have jumped from the bed if it were possible. How could they know and still be there? How? Why?
"Take it easy, Reg," Tom was saying on one side and Harry on the other tried to soothe him with touch as Reg fought his panic attack and the urge to flee.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he stroked up and down Barclay's arm. "What did Tom say to you?"
"Me?" Tom jumped in to defend himself. "I just said that I bet he didn't program...oh." The realization hit Tom as did the implications of Reg's reaction to his comment. "Oh!"
"What?" Harry was as puzzled as Reg, but Harry had his eyes open and could see Tom's face. Reg had his face hidden in a pillow.
"You remember my dad telling us that Lt. Barclay here, had programmed a simulation of Voyager and the crew?" Harry nodded. "Well, from this reaction, I think the program was more interactive than the Admiral knew. Am I right, Reg?" Tom asked with a chuckle.
Tom and Harry looked over for confirmation and thought they saw a nod from the head that was currently trying to burrow itself under the pillow now. They hauled him out, gently. The man was shaking like a leaf.
"Calm down, Reg. We're not mad. Are we, Harry?"
Reg ventured to open one eye still half expecting to get pounded. He saw two grown, naked men trying to suppress giggles. "Sounds like something you might do, Tom," Harry commented as he tried to get himself under control. "Come on, Reg, tell us, are we as good as your holograms?"
What the hell? Reg thought, in for a penny in for a pound. "W...well, I don't know yet, do I?"
Paris and Kim whooped with laughter. When they finished they looked at each other then they looked at Reg. The sexual tension between the three was like a magnetic field, pulling them together. They didn't resist the call and collided there in the middle of the bed.
End