Title: The Rousting
Author: Debb
Archive PK Elite
P/K, Rated NC-17

The Rousting

Harry keyed in Tom's personal access code without even bothering to knock. If you were going to sneak up on someone in the middle of the night, you might as well do it WELL. He edged into the dark room, feeling his way past the furnishings by feel and memory until he stood at the foot of the bed. He reached forward gigerly, and tweaked Tom's foot a little.

No response.

Harry gave him a gentle shake. Still nothing.

Oh, what the hell. He jumped forward suddenly, landing on the bed with a thump and a strangled "Whoof" from his tramoline.

He climbed up the other man to collapse on the bed next to him, avoiding flying elbows as Tom struggled into a sitting position. "Hi, Tom," he said conversationally.

"Harry!" Tom said, out of breath. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep. I thought I'd come over and see if you were. Sleeping, that is," he added, in consideration of Tom's current mental state.

"By breaking my ribs?" Tom demanded.

"Well, as it turns out," Harry replied, "You're NOT sleeping, so let's go do something."

"I AM sleeping. Go away!"

"Come on, Tom! I'm bored! Entertain me!"

Tom stared at him in bewilderment. "Entertain you how?" he asked finally, sighing.

"We could go to the Holodeck," Harry suggested.

"Booked up for two weeks," Tom corrected him. "I have a slot tomorrow," he aded hopefully.

"It's not tomorrow, is it?" Harry replied, raising one eyebrow in a deliberate imitation of Tuvok.

"No," Tom sighed again. "Can't you practice your clarinet or something?"

"Too noisy."

"Read a book?"

"Boring."

"Harry, I can only think of one other activity, and it involves you being naked, too," Tom said without thinking. He froze, staring at Harry, horrified.

"Tom!" Harry demanded. "Are you propositioning me?"

"Harry, I--" Tom shook his head, backpedaling furiously.

"We've only been daitng a WEEK!" Harry wailed. "And I thought you were a GENTLEMAN!"

Tom started to look suspicious. "Are you making fun of me?" he demanded.

"Why, Tom," Harry pouted, falling back on the bed dramatically, "Whyever would you say that?"

Tom just stared at him for a moment, then leaned down to devour his mouth in a gut wrenching kiss, dragging the other man's shirt over his head as they broke apart.

He pushed against Harry, who pushed back, rolling them both over in a fight for dominance. Tom retaliated, licking Harry's chest and shoving him against the bed. Harry squeaked in surprise as his shoulder met thin air, and they both went tumbling off the bed onto the floor.

He burst out laughing, wrapping his arms around Tom as the other man ignored the upset and continued his attempt to lick Harry's skin off.

"Ooh," He said, startled, as Tom nbbled the skin around his belly button, shoving his pants down around his knees. He sniggered when the older man shoved his tongue into the depression, and Tom gave him a wounded look.

"It tickles!" Harry laughed helplessly.

"It's not supposed to tickle!" Tom complained.

"Well, I'm sorry, but it does. Tell me this doesn't tickle," Harry said, rolling them both over again. He kicked the rest of his clothes off and pinched Tom's knee lightly. Tom swallowed his laugh defiantly. "Or this," Harry continued, raising Tom's arm and brushing his fiingers against the armpit. This time he laughed outright, and pulled his arm away. "Okay, okay," he said ruefully. "What is with you tonight, anyway?"

"Just in a really, really good mood," Harry replied, nuzzling his ear suggestively.

"Mmm," Tom said appreciatively.

Harry rolled his tongue around the outside of Tom's ear, then nibbled delicately at the lobe. He lay still for a moment, inhaling Tom's scent.

"Harry..." Tom mururred.

"Yes?"

"I really... really want to fuck you."

Harry laughed. "So what's stopping you, Paris?" He asked huskily.

Tom sat up after a moment. "Are you sure about that? Because that's a big step in this particualr relationship, and I don't want to rush you," he added intently.

"Tom," Harry replied, sitting up. "I HAVE done this before," he chided.

"I know that!"

"It's okay. Really."

"Okay," Tom said. He rolled his eyes suddenly. "Gods, all of a sudden I feel like a virgin," he laughed.

"Ooh, you wanna play virgin, do you?" Harry demanded.

Oh... kaay."

"First, virgins don't fuck on the floor, so get back up on the bed. For that matter, I find the floor rather uncomfortable myself.

"Are we playing Virgin, or S&M?" Tom complained, climbing back up on the bed."

"Virgin," Harry replied seriously, climbing up on top of him. "You don't know anything about sex. Keep that in mind."

"How come I have to be the virgin?"

"Because you've never played this game before," Harry replied.

"I suppose that makes sense, in a twisted, Harry-logic kind of way," Tom said vaguely.

"Yes, very twisted. Roll over, babe," he insructed, pullig both pillows out from under Tom's head.

Tom obediently rolled onto his belly, shifting his hips to let Harry prop him up comfortably.

Now, all you have to do is ooh and aah, and I'll take care of the rest," he advised, as he shucked his own clothes. "You got supplies?"

Tom reached into the drawer beside his bed and pulled out a tube of lubricant, tossing it negligently over his shoulder.

"Thanks. You're well prepared, for a virgin," he added, a grin in his voice.

"Hey, Harry. Remember when you asked me what was stopping me from fucking YOU?" Tom asked pointedly.

"Don't worry, Tom, you'll get your chance. If you've got enough stamina," Harry added wickedly.

Tom settled his hips into the pillows, waiting.

Harry knelt between his legs, leaning down to rub one hand lightly along the smooth skin of Tom's rump. He lay down, spreading the cheeks and touching the tip of his tongue to the warm cavity. He placed one hand delicately on the cock stirring beneath him, gauging the reaction as he thouroughly dampened the opening. He pushed his tongue in as far as it would go, and Tom thrust back against him, making a small noise of pleasure.

Harry grinned, pulling away and adding one dry finger, stretching the cavity carefully. He used his other hand to very lightly massage the balls, adding a second finger after a few minutes of this. Tom's noises became shortened breath and soft moans.

Harry applied some lubricant finally, adding a third finger as he went, and licking at Tom's cock teasingly. Tom groaned, thrusting backwards more ugently. "Fuck me, Harry," he begged.

"Hey, virgin's hardly ever beg," Harry grinned.

"Fuck me!" Tom demanded.

Harry leaned forward to blow in his ear, then , rearranged himself so that he was straddling Tom's knees, hands on Tom's hips. He guided his rapidly hardening erection to the puckered opening, fondling himself lightly in anticipation. He pushed carefully into the slick cavity, groaning as he worked himself in as far as he could. He pulled back a little, and thrust again in small movements. Tom groaned, pushing back against him, and Harry ran fingernails lightly down his back. He closed his eyes, enjoying the tension coiling in his belly, the way the muscles in his legs tensed trying to keep control of that tighty wound spring. He groaned, panting, and picked up the pace, spring coiling more and more tightly until it snapped, and he cried out, emptying himself into his lover.

Harry took a deep, shuddering breath, falling to his side and just lying there for a minute.

Tom rolled over slowly, loking more satisfied than Harry thought he was entitled to look.

"Enjoy yourself?" he asked lazily.

"Very much, thank you," Harry replied smiling at him.

"Good," Tom said huskily. "NOW can I fuck you?"

Harry grinned at him. "Any time, Paris," he replied, leaning closer.

Tom rolled over on top of him, kissing him thouroughly before he backed off enough to move Harry's legs up over his shoulders. He hunted through the rumpled covers for a moment until he found the lubricant, the applied it liberally to Harry's rear end, working it in quickly with first one, then two fingers.

After a minimum of preperation, He slid his throbbing cock into the tight opening, groaning in long awaited pleasure.

He thrust rhythmically, already headed toward climax, and picked up the pace almost immediately.

Harry rocked with him, responding with little grunts and noises of pleasure. He worked his muscles carefully around Tom's cock, squeezng when the older man thrust home, and letting go when Tom pulled out. He felt Tom's hips shaking against him, and thrust his as against Tom as much as he could. Tom thrust even faster, pounding away at Harry's ass until he couldn't hold it in any longer and he climaxed with a shout.

Tom slowly dropped to the bed beside Harry, looking over at his lover. "I like that game," he grinned wearily.

"Mmm," Harry replied. We'll have to play it more often. end.