Title: Harry and Tom
Author: Debb
Rating: PG
Archive: PK Elite, anyone else, please ask
Warnings: Implied m/m sex. Nothing graphic. Nothing even graphically implied, for that matter.
Summary: General sappy mushy happy feelings.

I can't remember what else i'm suppsed to put here.

Part one: Harry

Harry sprawled against the pillows, watching Tom as he got ready for bed. His eyes half closed and a lazy smile spread across his face as he watched Tom putter about their cabin, checking all his toys. Not cleaning, gods no, but just making sure he knew where to find that holoprogram he wanted to work on tomorrow, or that novel he'd been wanting to read.

Harry loved this, the intimacy of being allowed to watch Tom while he read a book or stepped into his underwear; things nobody but Harry Kim was allowed to see. Sometimes he'd walk into the bathroom while Tom was peeing just because he could, and because Tom didn't mind. He found himself staying in bed longer every morning so he could watch Tom shower and comb his hair. He'd even come close to being late a couple of times because he was lying in bed while Tom laughed aloud at some novel he was reading, so comfortable in Harry's presence he was completely uninhibited.

Harry even liked following Tom around in the evenings picking up the trail of debris that his lover invariably left behind on his way to the sonic shower. And Tom would look up and catch Harry watching him, and he'd roll his eyes or wink at him, and go back to whatever he'd been doing.

And at the end of the evening Tom would crawl under the covers with him and curl up around him and they'd fall asleep in one another's arms. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world waking up in the middle of the night that close to Tom.

Part Two: Tom

Tom looked up at Harry out of the corner of his eye and sighed. He was staring again. What was he looking at anyway? Not that Tom minded being watched. Quite the reverse, in fact. He enjoyed it, for the most part. He just couldn't figure out why Harry wanted to watch him go to the bathroom. There wasn't anything to see there that couldn't be seen from a MUCH better vantage point later on.

Tom gave up on speculating and dropped the novel he'd been reading on the table with a loud clatter, walking over to collapse bonelessly on the bed next to Harry. "Hi, babe," he said lazily

Harry's smile widened even further. "Hi," he replied, closing his eyes.

He knew Harry was tired. Probably not too tired to fool around, but definitely too tired to think up the idea by himself. He'd be getting up soon to get ready for bed. There were certain things that Harry couldn't sleep without doing. Like changing his clothes. And he had to be wearing clothes. Harry Kim could not sleep through a whole night naked. Or maybe that was because Tom Paris couldn't sleep through a whole night with Harry Kim naked. And once he was up, he'd have to take a shower and comb his hair. Tom was pretty sure this was an effort to make it easier to deal with in the mornings, because when Harry woke up all that lovely thick hair stuck straight up, making Harry look marvelously tousled and sexy. Tom closed his eyes and slowly licked his bottom lip in sensuous anticipation of the next morning. They had the day off together, in honor of their six month anniversary. Captain's orders. There was movement on the bed beside him and the warmth against his body shifted. He cracked one eyelid to find Harry leaning over him.

"What's on your mind, Tom?" Harry asked mildly.

"Nothing," Tom said, batting his eyelashes.

"Tell me," Harry breathed, leaning even closer.

"No, really. Nothing at all," Tom replied innocently. "You should get ready for bed."

Harry looked suspicious, but hauled himself to the shower with a visible effort.

Tom listened as he thought about the obvious attractions of watching Harry get dressed for bed. He started off naked, for one thing. And you knew just what you had to take off later.

But there was this feeling that you got around Harry when you watched him get dressed, or take a shower. Or watch a holovid, which was one among many things that Tom hadn't even known Harry liked until they'd decided to share quarters. He was by no means a virgin when they'd begun sleeping together, nor was he at all shy about sex, but he made you feel special. Like these things were private and personal, that this part of his life was reserved just for you because you were the only person in the world that he trusted enough to share it with.

And it felt good to be thought of that way. And he was never, never going to do anything to jeopardize that trust.