Title: Fascination
Author: Debb
Archive: PK Elite only please.
Rating: R, i think
Disclaimer: I don't even own my car, i certainly couldn't afford my own
literary characters. I'm borrowing these from Paramount.
0Codes: P/K/T
Warnings: There's m/m, m/f and m/m/f sex in here... and it's my way or
the highway, so if you don't like it, or you're underage, leave.
Authors note: This is the second story in a four story series starting with "Frustration" and continued after this one with "Fidelity" and "Fate".
Tom lay in a half somnolent stupor, contemplating the rest of his anniversary night as he listened to his wife moving about their shared quarters.
B'Elanna clattered around in the bathroom, still too full of drive and energy to be still, even after several exhausting sexual encounters with her husband.
Sore muscles protested as he slowly pressed his hands against the wooden headboard, attempting to stretch out every muscle in his body simultaneously. He relaxed them one by one and let out his breath in a long, slow sigh.
B'Elanna suddenly appeared at the foot of their bed, stark naked, flushed and still slightly damp from her shower. "I'm hungry," she said. "You want anything?"
"Were out of replicator rations," Tom warned her. "We'll have to eat Neelix's leftovers."
"Fine," she replied. "Right now i could eat Neelix," She added, looking him over as though she'd like him to be the first course.
"Okay," Tom agreed, heaving himself up off the bed. "Let me get a quick shower first."
B'Elanna shook her head impatiently, still eying his naked form. Her stomach growled demandingly, and she looked irritated. "I'll get the food while you shower," She said, pulling on clean clothes as she spoke. "Back in a minute," she added, headed for the door clad in a wine red silk pajama set belonging to Tom. He admired the way it clung damply to her well defined hindquarters for one brief moment before the door slid shut behind her.
Tom wandered into the bathroom and turned the hot water on, stepping into the shower and letting it pound against his neck. B'Elanna liked an invigorating shower. He turned his face into the spray and reached up to dial down the intensity a few notches.
The spray eased up on his tired muscles and Tom slowly lathered shampoo into his hair, enjoying the sensuous way the suds slid down his throat and over his chest.
He rinsed his head and then gave himself an invigorating scrubbing with a rough cloth and a bar of scented soap that Harry had given him that morning.
Thank the gods for best friends. He'd forgotten his anniversary entirely until Harry had presented him with that perfectly wrapped package at breakfast.
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"Soap?" Tom had asked. "What is this? A hint?"
"It's not just soap, Tom," Harry had replied patiently. "It's got herbs and... lavender... just... it smells really good. Especially when you're... exerting yourself," He'd added uncomfortably.
"Exerting myself?" Tom had demanded incredulously. "Harry!" He'd added, pretending to be shocked.
"Tom!" Harry'd replied fiercely. "This is a special night. You should do something special. Not just... go home, get laid and go to sleep," He'd added, inexplicably irritated.
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Now why had Harry been so irritated? Tom wondered silently. He closed his eyes and pictured Harry's face. A tiny crease on the normally smooth brow, barely perceptible tightening of the mouth. Eyes creased as he looked everywhere except at his friend. More unhappy than irritated, really.
Why was Harry unhappy about how he spent his anniversary? Unless... Did Harry have feelings for B'Elanna? It would be just like him not to say anything.
Tom had a sudden vivid flash of Harry, naked and sweating, chained to their bed with B'Elanna straddling his thighs in the throes of passion. He took a deep breath and shifted his legs slightly, leaning his forehead against the cool wall of the shower and inhaling the scent of lavender and herbs. He tried to remember what Harry smelled like. Another deep breath brought with it the first, faint stirrings of arousal. What was taking B'Elanna so long anyway? He had a sudden urge to feel her teeth against his jugular.
Another image of Harry burned into his mind. Back arched, throat exposed, clutching B'Elanna's ass as she crouched over him, breasts pressed against his belly, face buried between his thighs.
Breathing deeply now, Tom slowly slid one hand down over his belly, brushing it lightly over his swollen cock. This time he deliberately pictured Harry alone. Kneeling at the foot of his bed, aroused, face flushed, eyes begging for just one touch, one taste of Tom.
He reached for the soap again, fully aroused as the pungent scent invaded his nostrils. He began slowly fondling himself, calling up images of his best friend. Harry, face flushed, breathing hard, touching himself. Harry with his face buried between B'Elanna's thighs, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, breasts thrust forward aggressively. Harry lying spread eagled on Tom's bed, belly down, hips propped up on a pillow, looking an invitation over his shoulder.
Tom ran his fingers up and down his cock slowly, hips twitching with the need to thrust against something. He moaned, thinking about Harry's firm, tight ass sliding down over his cock, muscular back pressed against his chest; Harry's smooth, warm chest, hard nipples, flat belly under his hands.
Tom's hand moved faster over his erection as he imagined the taste of B'Elanna's nipple when she ground her breasts against Harry's face, pictured her hips positioned over Harry's swollen erection; imagined the soft, wet sound of him sliding into her. He could feel the glorious rhythm of them thrusting in tandem and the sound of Harry's cries as he tried to respond to both of them at once.
Tom's wrist hurt, and he couldn't control his hips anymore as he pumped frantically at his throbbing erection, and an uncontrollable shout burst from his throat as he ejaculated all over the shower wall.
Tom moaned, and leaned, trembling against the hard surface. He rubbed his now quiescent groin into his own cum, wishing it were someone else's.
"What, you couldn't wait?" B'Elanna demanded from the bathroom door. "Come on," she added, "I'm starving."
She licked her lips speculatively, eyeing his posture appreciatively. "Maybe I'm not working you hard enough," She muttered as he stepped out of the shower and leaned against her, dripping water all over the floor. She reached up and bit hard into his neck, drawing blood. Tom sighed in pleasure and leaned more heavily against her.
"You can do anything to me," he said huskily into her ear.
"Yeah," she replied, scraping her fingernails down his back. "After dinner."
end.