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Warning: This is a slash story with explicit descriptions of m/m sex. If this might offend you, or if you are under the age of 18, please read no further. This story also contains heavy spoilers for the episode, Timeless.
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Message Received (VOY P/K NC-17)
A. Kite (Feb. 1999)
When Tom left the Delta Flyer, he fully intended to go straight to Harry's quarters. He changed his mind half-way there and made a quick stop at his own cabin to change clothes. Then he commed Harry.
"Paris to Kim," Tom tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke.
"Kim here, what's up Tom?"
"You busy, Har?"
"No, just getting ready to head to the mess hall to see what sort of horror Neelix has for us."
"Just stay put, Harry, I'll be there in minute. Dinner's on me tonight." Tom, relieved that Harry hadn't made plans, walked down the corridor to the ensign's quarters. His mind was so intent on trying to figure out what to actually say when he got there that he barely acknowledged the greetings of his fellow crewmates.
Tom rang for entrance when he arrived. Long gone were those easy days when one would walk into the others cabin with no preamble. Particularly, after one incident when he had shut the door in Harry's face back when he and B'Elanna had been seeing each other. The door slid open, but Harry was not in clear view. "Harry?" Tom called out.
Harry came around the partition pulling a shirt on over his head. The sight of Harry's bare chest stopped Tom in his tracks. Oh, he had seen Harry in all stages of undress, but this time it was different. This time Tom was looking at his friend through the eyes of a potential lover. It changed everything.
"So, how many rations do you have to burn?" Harry was pulling his shirt down and didn't notice how Tom was looking at him. "Tom? Tom?" Harry tried to get his attention.
Tom snapped his mind back to the present and blushed. Tommy-boy, get yourself together before you blow it. "I'm sorry, Harry. What were you saying?"
The ensign looked at his best friend's red face with no inkling of why Tom should be embarrassed, but he repeated, "I was asking how many rations you have. Whether or not there was enough for indulgence or just to cover the necessities."
Tom grinned at that and answered, "Oh, you want to be indulged, do you?"
Harry smiled back, "I get so little opportunity for decadence."
Is he flirting with me? Well, two can play that game. "And what shall I tempt you with Mr. Kim? Cherry pie? Fudge rippled pudding? Chocolate mousse?" Tom teased. Remembering the meal they had stuffed themselves with after Akriteria.
Harry bit his tongue to keep from answering, you Tom. Tempt me with you. Then Tom had turned to the replicator and requested ordinary food. Good food, but nothing exotic just Salad, pasta, warm garlic bread, and a synthyholic red wine. Still it was one of the strangest meals that the two friends had ever shared from Harry's point of view. Several times it seemed that Tom was on the verge of telling him something. Tom would open his mouth then shut it again. Harry didn't call him on it until they were finished eating and moving over to sit on the couch.
The friends settled back with their coffee, and Tom did his fish imitation again. Opening and closing his mouth without saying the words so obviously trying to get out. Harry finally had enough and said, "Tom, what's the matter?"
Tom blushed again and mentally cursed his fair complexion. Thinking that he should have known that he couldn't fool Harry for very long. "I need to tell you about something, but for the life of me, I can't figure out how," Tom answered truthfully.
"We've never stood on pretense, you and me. Just tell me, please."
Tom sighed and decided to get it over with. If this wrecked everything, well, that was that. When he opened his mouth this time words did issue forth. "I found a message today on the Delta Flyer. It was from him, the other Harry, like yours."
Harry's eyes widened, and he got excited, "Did you tell the captain? What did it say? How did he send it?"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down Har. First, no I didn't tell the captain, at least not yet. It was a private message, encoded to me. I'll get to what it said in just a minute." Harry nodded, and Tom continued, "How did he send it? Beats me. I found a padd under the pilot's console. The message was on it."
Harry spent a few seconds trying to figure out how that was possible. He knew his future self had fifteen years more experience and all the technological advances of the Alpha Quadrant behind him. Even with all that, it must have been a hit or miss proposition, at best. Harry gave up thinking about it when he realized that Tom had quit talking. He sat his coffee mug down, and reached over and touched Tom on the shoulder. The pilot had been looking into the liquid as if it held some mystical answers. Softly Harry asked again, "What did the message say, Tom?"
Tom looked at his best friend in the whole galaxy. With uncharacteristic timidness he said, "You sure you want to hear this?"
Equally quiet Harry said, "I think I have a good idea of what he said, but yes, I want to hear it."
"He said that he'd left his heart on Voyager. That he worked for fifteen years to get back here to tell me... to tell me..."
Harry continued for his other self, "To tell you that I love you. I was going to tell you that night after the party."
"Yeah, I know, he told me that too. You know what else he said?" He said that he and Chakotay were together for a while when they got back to the Alpha Quadrant."
"Chakotay? And me?" Harry said in amazement. Then he thought for a moment. "You know, I can almost see it."
Now Tom was surprised, "Really?"
"It would help keep you closer to us. A comfort thing," Harry said in complete confidence. After all, who would know Harry Kim's motivations better than he?
Tom was totally confused by this seemingly non sequitur. So he asked, "Are you sure, Harry? Why would the Commander want to feel closer to me?"
Harry threw his friend one of those 'get a clue' looks. "You and Chakotay have been dancing around one another since we got thrown in the Delta Quadrant. That's the difference between me and him. It's taken me a while to realize what I feel for you. Him, he knew from day one that he was attracted to you. He'll never do anything about it. But I will."
Harry made his move then. He scooted closer to Tom and gently took the mug from his hands. The coffee was cold now anyway. He sat the cup down, leaned in and kissed Tom, right on the lips. It started out light. Just the brushing of his lips against Tom's, but when his friend didn't reject the kiss, it deepened.
No, Tom didn't reject Harry's advances. He welcomed them. He countered with the opening of his mouth to an inquisitive tongue, and pulling Harry closer. Tom's hands ran freely over the younger man's body, stroking, rubbing. Until Harry pulled back suddenly and gasped, "Tom... Tom, please!"
"Please what? Tell me, Harry."
It was Harry's turn to blush. He looked away and took a big breath. "I've fantasized about this so many times, but if you keep kissing me and touching me like that it's all going to be over in a matter of seconds."
Tom whispered against his ear, "Tell me. Tell me your fantasies, Harry. I want to fulfill them all, if I can."
Harry shivered at the sensation of Tom's breath in his ear. He drew up enough courage to answer, "Most of them are pretty ordinary, about being able to touch you and taste you. There is this one that's kind of kinky." Harry trailed off.
"Oh yeah? Kinky? How so?" Tom asked more than curious now.
Harry bit his lower lip and squirmed a bit. This wasn't going to be easy. Thinking and dreaming about it was one thing; saying it out loud was something else all together.
Tom sensed his discomfort and reassured him, "It's okay. You don't have to say it, Harry. How about if you just show me?"
That suggestion sounded excellent to Harry, and he demonstrated his relief by smiling at Tom and pulling him in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Harry stood and held his hand out. Tom took it, and Harry pulled him to his feet. "Come on, we need to be on the bed for this."
Once in the bedroom, Harry began undressing his fantasy. Slowly, bit by bit, he uncovered and stroked the exposed skin. Tom closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of Harry's hands on his body. Soon, the older man was totally naked and totally aroused.
Harry stood back and looked. Tom in his bedroom, quietly complying with his every whim, it was ten times better than any dream.
Tom opened his eyes to see what the delay was and found Harry just standing there staring at him. He was dying to ask what came next and why Harry still had his clothes on, but some instinct told him to remain silent. Tom let his eyes ask the questions.
Harry nudged Tom toward the bed and had him lie down. Then he leisurely removed his own clothing. Harry came to kneel at Tom's side and began touching him. All over. From his feet, up his legs, across his torso, down his arms, everywhere. When he finished the exploration with his hands, he started the same path with his mouth.
Tom made small noises in his throat, a moan here a whimper there, but never a completely articulated word. Harry so lost himself in his actions that he almost forgot that this was real. Words that he couldn't say moments ago spilled from his lips. "Wanted this. Dreamed of this. Touching you. Tasting you."
Taste, he did. Saving the best for last. Using hard suction one second and a teasing tongue the next, he made love to Tom's cock. Harry reveled in the feel of it in his mouth; the taste of it. He swirled his tongue over the head again and again to get the moisture leaking there. He felt confident that when it was over he wouldn't need to ask Tom if he had done it right, if the barely controlled motions of his friend were any indication.
Tom was trying so hard not to move, not to scream as Harry teased him and backed off just as he was about to come for it seemed like the umpteenth time. He had his eyes tightly closed when he felt Harry's fingers at his mouth. Eagerly, he opened his lips and engulfed the digits. He worked on them in the same manner that Harry was lower. Tom was barely aware of the feel of Harry's cock being rubbed and pressed against his hip.
Then Harry withdrew his fingers. Tom moaned at the loss until he felt them sliding below his balls. He spread his legs and the fingers slipped back more and circled his anus. The moan became a whimper. When two slick fingers thrust inside him, he came explosively and also felt the wetness of Harry's semen on his skin. The silence ended when Tom cried out, "Harry!" as he climaxed.
Harry moved to lie beside him, and Tom rolled to hold him close. They held one another and drifted for a few minutes until Tom heard Harry's soft voice saying, "I love you, Tom. I'm so glad that I didn't have to wait fifteen years to tell you."
"Me too, Har, me too."
The End