Taming of Tom Paris, Part 19


By Britta


Tom was a nervous wreck. Tonight was the grand opening of the bowling alley and he couldn't contain his emotions. They streamed out of him with every twist and turn of his body. He tried to achieve some measure of calm while lying on the couch with his head in my lap but it just wasn't working.
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He flopped around like a newly caught fish until I said with some amusement, "Why don't you just get up, get dressed, go to the holodeck and make sure everything's all right?"
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"Uh, OK. That's a good idea." He sat up and looked at me for a moment with a cautious expression. "Cha?"
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"Hmm?" I tore my attention away from the padd in my hand.
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"I know you don't want to be on my team or anything because bowling isn't exactly your favorite sport but will you play with me sometimes?"
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I smiled at him, "Of course I will."
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He raised his eyebrows and stated in a mock formal tone, "In that case, I hereby request that you give me the pleasure of playing the first game tonight."
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I could see how much it meant to him. I thought that he asked for so little from me, this was the least I could do. I grinned back at him and replied as pompously as I knew how, "Consider your request granted. I would be honored to help you break in your new program."
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All pretentiousness gone, he kissed me and replied, "Great! I'll go make sure everything is set up. I, uh, have a present for you and if you'd come to the holodeck a few minutes before the official opening, I'll give it to you then."
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"A present? What is it?" I asked curiously.
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He kissed me again and whispered, "It's a surprise. Just show up about ten minutes early and you'll find out, OK?"
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I nodded and he hopped up and went to put on his clothes.
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After he left, I tossed the padd aside and thought about the last couple of days. We had both been subjected to much teasing by our fellow crewmates after our noisy interlude in the observation lounge near the mess hall.
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Tom had still not gotten over the fact that I'd done what I did and he'd told me repeatedly and at great length that he was amazed that I had it in me to be so reckless, so daring, so wild, so public, so...gods, I can't even recall all the words he'd flung at me over the past 48 hours.
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Talk about getting another lesson shoved down your throat! Well, I supposed I was long overdue. It seemed to me now that every time I turned around I was learning something new. This time I was being shown how stuffy and uptight I appeared to others.
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I had a couple of hours until the bowling alley opened and decided to take advantage of the time and meditate for awhile. I got out my medicine bundle and went at it for an hour or so.
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My spirit guide showed up immediately and laughed like a hyena. The thing of it was, she laughed *with* me, not at me. Then we moved on to other topics.
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I felt much better when my meditation ended. There was a sense of peace that lingered and even though I didn't quite understand all the details, I knew that I was on the right path.
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Feeling reassured, I decided to view some more of Tom's vid. I cued it to where I'd left off and sat back, ready to see whatever else he had chosen to share with me.
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He appeared looking so unnerved that I couldn't even begin to imagine what he had on his mind and I thought then that this would be one of those entries that I'd probably have to view more than once in order to understand it fully.
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He began, "I know he's OK now. I *know* that but I still can't stop watching him. I'm afraid there might be after-effects that we don't know about and that something will happen to him when I'm not around.
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"Gods, this whole thing has made me think about the possibility of losing him. That's something I hate to contemplate. I feel like there's a lot more we can have but I'm scared, excited and confused all at the same time.
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"Shit! I don't know if I can risk it but then, what if I don't and something *does* happen to one of us? I'd never know what we might have discovered together." He looked directly at the screen and I saw his emotions as clearly as if I were feeling them myself.
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He sighed, "I think it's time to make a commitment. I want to know what it's like to *be* his. Completely. I've never done this kind of thing before with anyone, on any level. But I think that life is too short and too precarious to mess around anymore."
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Rubbing his chin, then cupping his jaw in his hand, he took a deep breath and continued tentatively, "What if I offer myself to him and he doesn't accept me? What would I do then? I think we could still have something but it wouldn't be the same.
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"I guess it's all or nothing time." He grinned half-heartedly and stated, "Never let it be said that I don't have the Paris genes and/or the balls for risking everything. I'm going to do it."
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I stopped the vid and recalled the night he offered himself to me. That was one of my most treasured memories of our time together. I remembered that I cried with joy and now I was overcome with emotion once again by just watching his vid.
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Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I checked the time and found that I had enough to shower and change into something else before I went to join Tom on the holodeck.
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I arrived early and announced myself. He stuck his head out the door and looked around to make sure no one else was there, then pulled me inside and engaged the privacy lock. I grinned at his cautiousness.
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He kissed me and smiled, "I'm glad you're here. Let's go sit down."
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I looked around curiously, noting the decor. He led me to a table with a few boxes on top of it. I didn't get a chance to explore the place at all before he said, somewhat shyly, "Here. These are for you. I hope you like them."
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Taking the boxes he pushed in front of me, I opened the flatter of the two and discovered a shirt. It was a traditional bowling shirt.
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It was...lavender.
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My name was emblazoned over the pocket on the front. I looked up at him but before I could say anything, he whipped the shirt out of the box and I saw another one beneath it. It was identical except that it had Tom's name on it.
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Excitedly, he said, "See, I chose one for each of us. We can be a matched set! We'll only wear them when we play together. Isn't that great? Will you wear yours tonight? Please? For me?"
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"I, uh--"
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He cut me off, rushing to open another box, "I got shoes for us, too. That way we won't have to rent them from the holographic shoe guy that the Captain insisted on putting in to make the experience 'more realistic'. Here, let me help you change."
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He dropped to the floor and eased my nice, sensible shoes off and slipped the multi-colored monstrosities onto my feet.
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I had to admit, they fit well. Then he pulled me up and removed my shirt, folding it neatly and placing it in the box. He helped me don the lavender horror and buttoned the front, then patted my chest and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for letting me do this."
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I was speechless with shock. As he changed into his shirt and shoes, I managed to inquire, "Why *this* color?" I'd never worn this shade of purple in my life.
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"Because you look so sexy in it! It's a wonderful contrast to all that beautiful brown skin of yours." He looked radiant. The smile he gave me could've lit up the ship if we'd had the ability to harness it.
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For a nanosecond, my meditation flashed across my mind and it dawned on me that while wearing this outfit, I would look anything but stuffy. I also realized how important this was to Tom. I decided that my dignity was a small price to pay for his happiness.
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I wondered where he got the rations for these gifts but decided to deal with that later. I took his face into my hands, kissed him and deadpanned, "Thank you. They're lovely."
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He turned up the wattage of his smile even more and checked the time. It was close enough to zero hour that he disengaged the privacy lock and moved our stuff down to the table and chairs belonging to the center lane.
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He ordered the holographic staff to appear and then we weren't alone any longer. I was dying to look the place over but knew that it would have to wait.
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The main doors opened and the Captain and Tuvok walked in first, followed at short intervals by most of the rest of the crew. Those who weren't on duty or asleep, anyway. People were curious. They milled around, checking everything out as I wanted to do. But it seemed that Tom was bound and determined to play host even though Janeway, or rather Tuvok, had made sure he wasn't a party to the finished product.
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The Captain came over to us after procuring true bowling shoes so she could enter the area where they were required and said with a grin, "Nice shirts, gentlemen."
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Tom beamed at her. "Thank you, ma'am. If you'd like one of your own, come and see me about which colors are available for your team."
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"My team?" she asked confusedly.
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Tom tried to suppress his grin somewhat and replied, "Yes. Your team. This whole thing was your idea. I've had lots of people ask me if they could be on your team. I just told them we'd figure it out later."
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I snickered silently and thought that Tom was a genius. He'd found a way to pay her back for not letting him finish the project.
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She looked over her shoulder, hoping Tuvok would come to her rescue but found him being blocked by one of the holographic attendants who was explaining loudly that he could *not* bring that kind of footwear onto the specially polished floor.
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Janeway hustled over and intervened while I laughed myself silly. She tried to convince Tuvok that it was just another type of uniform. Gods, it was priceless. I didn't even care anymore that I was wearing a lavender shirt.
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I looked at Tom and found him smiling so widely I couldn't help but lean over and give him a squeeze. "You are something else," I whispered into his ear.
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He just looked back at me smugly.
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We watched the scene play out until Tom lost interest once Tuvok agreed to change his shoes.
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He said to me, "Ready to go knock down some pins?"
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"Yes. I think I'm up to that." My chortles subsided as I turned my attention to this next activity.
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We rose and he set up a game for us. There was a wide variety of balls for me to choose from: colors, weights, sizes and distance of finger holes to try out.
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I selected a ball and he did the same. We had a few practice runs, then went for the real thing.
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He wiped the lane with me. I never stood a chance.
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At the end of the tenth frame, I congratulated him with a kiss, asked him to go easier on me next time or teach me how to better my game. We moved away from the lanes and I grabbed a table in the bar, opting to sit back and relax for a little while.
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He hugged me and thanked me for playing with him and asked if he could go start organizing things. I said yes and wearing those odd clothes he went off to set up the teams people were clamoring for.
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I took this opportunity to investigate the roller-skating waitpersons in the bar. It appeared that Tom had prevented the accidents I feared would happen by cleverly arranging the tables in such a way that there was a path solely for the use of the public on one side and the servers on the other. Never would the twain cross paths.
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I sat down and ordered a beer. A lithe, holographic female in a very short skirt, rolled over and brought it to me without spilling a drop. I picked up a menu to see what foods were available and noted that there were quite a few items dedicated to the vegetarians on board.
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That was probably Tuvok's idea. Yet, I wondered what Tom's contribution had been to the list of edible items. Probably the mini-pizzas and of course, the wide variety of booze.
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I looked up and watched the interplay of the people in front of me. Tom was sitting at a table surrounded by people, a padd in one hand, wildly gesticulating with the other. Moving my gaze away from my lover for just a moment or two, I saw Kathryn and Tuvok attempting to bowl.
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Actually, Tuvok was bowling; the Captain was pinching the bridge of her nose. Then I noticed B'Elanna out of the corner of my eye.
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She obviously wasn't listening to Dalby's explanation of how the game was played, since her first try put a crack in the ball itself because she threw it overhand. It wobbled into the gutter due to the damage and she became angry.
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I finished my beer quickly and decided to leave before anything else happened. I stopped by Tom's table, where he was holding court and told him to take a break for a minute.
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He stood and waved the line back, promising to return in a few moments.
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We walked to our table and I changed my shoes. I explained that I was going home, complimented him on the veracity of the program and asked him how long he thought he'd be.
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He answered, "I don't know. I have no idea how long this will take. Do you want me to come home with you now?"
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Seeing his obvious reluctance at giving up his pet project, I replied, "No. You may stay. Have a good time doing what you need to but don't be too long. I might be asleep when you come in. If I am, I want you to wake me up and tell me everything. Understood?"
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"Yes, sir. Thank you," he whispered.
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He hugged me tightly and I kissed him, hoping he wouldn't come home too late.
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On my way to the turbolift I saw Ensign Kim, complete with his entourage of adoring women, four of them at that point, heading purposefully toward the holodeck.
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I grinned at the lewd thoughts of what Harry would or could do with all four of them at once and still smiling, opened the door to my quarters.
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Once inside, I changed out of the bowling shirt, carefully hanging it up where Tom would see it. Putting on my robe, I decided to have a cup of tea and do some serious thinking.
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Tom had been bouncing off the walls for days which was why I allowed him to go whole hog this evening. I figured he needed to get it out of his system and didn't need me around to cramp his style.
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As I retrieved my tea from the replicator, something he said a couple of days ago came back to haunt me. It was just after I'd taken the strap to him for his latest mistake.
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During my comforting and loving aftercare, he'd confessed that it was that particular thing he missed. Perhaps he needed that even more than the pain, although he'd admitted to me more than once that the pain served a purpose; it focused him in the moment and intensified what came next.
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Maybe he needed the rituals themselves. I knew he enjoyed being put over my knee much more than the actual beating itself.
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Was it the position he was in that gave him comfort? I knew from my own experience how bending him over affected him. Hmm, maybe I needed to pay closer attention to the way he reacted when he was across my lap.
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I also knew that he liked to be spanked when I used only my hand and had no intention of punishing him, at least not harshly, like I did when he'd paid his penalty months ago.
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I wondered if there was a way to tell when the need built up in him sufficiently that he'd err just to get a dose of the relief that being punished and taken care of seemed to bring.
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Deciding that it was a distinct possibility, I resolved to watch over him with that in mind. If I could see a pattern forming or determine when he needed it beforehand, maybe we could talk it over, see what triggered it and hopefully find a better way to deal with it.
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Of course, I would still discipline him when he earned it but this was another situation entirely. I thought back to the last time it occurred and believed him when he'd told me that it wasn't a conscious decision on his part to do something wrong.
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Sipping my tea and musing on these thoughts, Tom surprised me by coming home much earlier than I expected.
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He waltzed through the front door, boxes in hand, sporting a big smile on his face. I rose and followed him to the bedroom. Leaning against the doorway, where once before I'd stood and observed him jerking off, I watched as he stripped naked, put our clothes away and placed the boxes containing our new shoes carefully on the floor of the closet.
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He knew I was looking at him. I could tell by the speed or rather the lack of it, that he evidenced in his movements. It was as if he were under water. He moved so slowly and sensually that I became mesmerized by his beauty and grace.
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Finally, he turned to me and inquired, "What are you drinking?" He gave me a sultry smile and came over to peer into my mug.
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"Tea. Would you like some?" I replied, not letting my reaction to his standing so near me show too much. Damn, but he was so sexy when he was bristling with barely suppressed energy.
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"Tea? It's herbal, I suppose." He shot me a smoldering glance.
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"Yes. There's no reason to take anything more stimulating this evening."
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"Oh. Well, I wouldn't mind a little *stimulation* but because I don't want to be awake *all* night, I think I'll have some tea, too." He purposely slithered against me on his way out the door.
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My cock jumped under my robe and my jaw clenched as I moved toward the table. He pulled out a chair for me, turning it to an odd angle and I sat down.
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He brought his tea over and set it on the table to cool, then plopped into my lap and laid an arm over my shoulders. "I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate you letting me do the bowling thing. Especially wearing the outfit this evening and standing by my side looking like a peacock when everyone walked in. No one has ever done that for me before."
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I put my arms around him and answered sincerely, "You're welcome."
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He gave me a kiss and relaxed a bit. We sat quietly and drank tea until I finished mine and asked, "By the way, where did you get the rations for the shirts and shoes? I know they didn't come out of our account."
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He smiled and explained, "The clothes were a gift from the Captain. She asked me what I wanted in exchange for giving her my help with the program. She said she'd let me choose anything, within reason."
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"Ah, I see. That was nice of her." I ran my hand up and down his back a couple of times, checking the level of tension remaining in his muscles. He was still a little wound up.
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"Yes, it was." He began rubbing my shoulders through the fabric of my robe and shifted position in my lap once or twice.
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I let one hand drift south until I could rub the top of his butt and said, "So tell me, sweetheart, what happened after I left?"
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He took another sip of tea and turned to me, asking curiously, "Cha?"
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"Yes?"
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"Why do you call me that?"
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I shifted him around a bit and answered, "Because it suits you. You are sweet of heart." Before he could interrupt, I went on, "I also know you're as tough as nails. But I call you that because I love you."
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"Oh."
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"Does it bother you?"
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"No. I like it." He paused and drank more tea then asked quietly, "Does it bother you that I don't call you something like that? You know, a pet name?"
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I smiled and said gently. "You do, in your own way."
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Perplexed, he said, "What?"
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I stroked his face and brought him down for a kiss, then explained, "You call me 'sir'."
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"But I've always called you 'sir'."
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I shook my head. "Not without sarcasm or contempt."
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He took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment, then said wryly, "You're right. You don't expect me to apologize for those times when I was disrespectful, do you?"
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I grinned back at him, "Don't bother, Tom. You meant it then but you don't now and the difference means more to me than you can know." I nuzzled my face against his chest, feeling the soft hairs there.
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I wanted him. I wanted to feel him beneath me, moving in concert, allowing me to lead the way to a crescendo of sensation for us both.
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He finished his tea, discerned my intentions and said jokingly, "I hope you're not going to take me on the dinner table again." He set his mug aside.
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I looked up at him, breathing harder and asked, "Why not? I thought you enjoyed it the last time."
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He said quickly, "Oh, I did. Don't get me wrong. But the placemats you shoved under my head weren't *quite* thick enough to prevent a slight headache after you sucked me off."
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"Oh? Is that so?" I asked with my most serious voice.
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"Yeah. It was no big deal." He gazed at me intently.
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I said, "What did I tell you would happen if I ever hurt you and you didn't tell me about it?"
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He squirmed and answered, "I don't remember."
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"Well, you're going to find out right now." I grabbed him and quickly flipped him over, placing his upturned ass over my knee.
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I began spanking him, interspersing each swat with a word.
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"I- told- you- that- you- would- pay- for- it- if- you- didn't- tell- me- when- something- I- did- hurt- you- in- a- way- that- I- didn't- intend."
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SMACK!
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With one final swat to make my point, I stopped.
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"Do you remember now?" I waited for him to answer.
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Gripping my left calf and ankle like a lifeline, he mumbled, "Yes, sir. I remember."
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"Good. Do you have anything else to say?" My anger cooled as rapidly as it had flared up. I softly stroked his pink cheeks.
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"Yes, sir. I'm sorry I forgot and I promise not to do it again."
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He sounded sincere but I wasn't sure if I believed him. I felt his hard cock rub against my leg and decided it was time for bed.
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"See that you don't." I helped him to his feet and stood, turning him toward me. His stiff cock pointed like an arrow in my direction.
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He blushed and looked at the floor. "I won't." For some reason he sounded a little smug.
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Not wanting to discuss this any further with him, I kissed him and stated, "Now I want you to be quiet until I say otherwise."
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He nodded as I put our mugs into the recycler. Then I led him into the bedroom, setting the lights to the levels I wanted.
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I went to my side of the bed and sat down, pulling Tom to stand in front of me. He eyeballed my every move as I retrieved the lube from under his pillow and a clean towel from the drawer in the nightstand. Setting those items aside, I took his leaking erection into my hand and said softly, "What am I going to do with you?"
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I ran a finger gently up and down the underside of his cock. He stood there, taut with self control, his moans held strictly in check.
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Carefully pushing his foreskin back, I inspected him thoroughly.
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"Open your legs." I then reached between them and lifted up each beautiful ball in turn, rolling them in my hand.
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His breathing became shallower, faster and he reached out to rest his fingers lightly on my shoulders.
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I thought I'd give in to my whims and leaned forward to taste him. I licked the head of his cock once or twice and snaked my arm around him, clutching his tightly clenched ass to hold him steady.
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His butt felt nice and warm against my palm and I reckoned it would feel even better bouncing off me as I fucked him. The decision made as to what I'd eventually do, I lapped up one more tongueful of his essence and gave him exactly two long, slow sucks that started him shaking.
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I pulled back, then placed a nip and a kiss just below his navel. I let him go and grabbed his pillow, laying it on the floor in between my parted legs.
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"On your knees," I ordered quietly.
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He dropped gracefully and I moved forward to sit on the very edge of the bed. I put my arms around him and pulled him to me for a kiss; make that several kisses. Deep kisses, the kind which can make you forget to breathe.
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When I was finished, for the nonce, I sat back and rubbed my thumbs over his cheekbones, seeing his blue eyes glazed and glittering just for me. He was all mine and on his knees before me. I thought then that it didn't get much better than this.
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My cock was hard enough that it poked up between the flaps of my robe and I reached down to expose myself fully.
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Tom's gaze followed my hand and he licked his lips unconsciously at the sight of my erection. Then he looked up into my eyes, silently begging for permission to suck it.
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I nodded once and he lowered his head. As his lips closed around my cock, he wormed his hands inside my robe and held onto my ass. I leaned back a little, supporting myself on one hand while letting the other play over his ears, neck and shoulders.
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He sucked voraciously for a few moments until I said gently, "Calm down. Do it slowly."
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He eased up a little and I allowed him to continue sucking me until I felt like exchanging his warm, wet mouth for his warm, soon to be wet ass.
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Gripping the back of his neck, I forced him to stop in mid-suck. He held his position until I released him and said, "Stand up."
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He took his time letting go of my dick but finally rose to his feet and stood in front of me. I stood also and moved him out of my way while I placed the towel over the area where I'd been sitting.
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Picking up the lube and making sure he could watch me take off my robe, I ordered, "Turn around and bend over. Brace yourself against the edge of the bed."
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He did as I instructed, then I assessed his position relative to my aching cock. I ordered him to spread his legs and move closer to the bed until I was satisfied with both the height and angle of his body.
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At that point, I slicked my fingers and began preparing him. I parted his cheeks with one hand while the other started the welcome and familiar stretching and loosening of his muscles. I enjoyed doing this to him. He felt so good inside and knowing that I'd soon be plunging my cock in and out of that soft warmth turned me on incredibly.
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With every stroke of my fingers, he yielded a little more. I'd never fucked him standing up before. This would be a new experience for us. Grinning a little at that thought, I completed my ministrations when I heard him begin to pant.
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I slathered gel over my hard-on then tossed the tube onto the middle of the bed, reaching down and wiping my fingers on the towel so that Tom would know it was time.
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He released a long-held breath and I entered him. His height was a tiny bit off so I nudged his legs apart a tad more and when it was perfect, I grabbed hold of his hips and began to move.
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I fucked him slowly at first, letting him get used to this new position. When I felt him push back against me I knew he could take it harder and so I obliged him, increasing the pace and adding my strength in the form of pulling him back onto me every time I thrust forward.
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When I felt myself in danger of getting carried away, I bent over his back and reached around to stroke his cock. Putting my attention on his pleasure instead of solely my own helped me contain myself and refrain from harming him.
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Gods! He felt incredible. In this position I had free access to almost every one of his erogenous zones with my fingers. I stroked his cock for a few moments, then moved to play with his nipples and finally, I stuck my fingers in his mouth where, to my surprise, he bit me!
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I took it as a sign that he was frustrated. I moved my hand back to his cock and straightening up somewhat, both jerked him off and fucked him senseless at the same time.
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The pleasure grew and grew until I came explosively inside him. Letting him carry my weight as I collapsed over his back for a few moments, I at least had the presence of mind to remember that he hadn't come yet.
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I pulled on his cock and rubbed his balls with my other hand until he shot all over the towel below him.
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I felt his legs start to give out and pulled him upright, my cock still buried deeply in his ass.
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As he began to crumple, I pulled out, turned him around and gently lowered him to lie on the bed.
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Then I stood up and looked him over.
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A well-fucked Tom Paris was one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen in my life.
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I decided it was time to clean us up and tuck him in for a good night's sleep. I'd hear all the news tomorrow.
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Yawning, I went into the bathroom, washed myself, got a wet cloth and came back out. I cleaned Tom up and pulled the covers down moving him over to his side of the bed. Then I checked the nightstand drawers to make sure we had clean towels and noticed we were getting low. I'd have to remind Tom in the morning to take care of it.
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Once everything was ship-shape, I killed the lights, pulled the blankets up over us, kissed Tom even though he was sound asleep and vaguely wondered if I'd missed anything interesting at the bowling alley after I'd left.
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Somehow I doubted it and fell asleep wrapped around my first and last bowling partner.
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