Taming of Tom Paris, Part 22


By Britta

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"Cha?"
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"Hmm?" I was surprised that Tom was awake. The moonlight glinted off his hair giving him the unlikely gift of a halo.
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"Can you arrange to have me beamed to our quarters?"
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"What? Why?"
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He sighed, "I really don't want to have to walk back there wearing only a blanket. I feel enough like an idiot already."
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I kissed him on the forehead and said, "Don't worry about it, Sweetheart. I brought some clothes for you. You won't have to make a spectacle of yourself again."
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"Thank the gods and thank *you*," he said sincerely.
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I chuckled, "You're welcome."
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He fingered my chest absently, feeling my ribs and remarked, "You know I added a huge amount of fuel to the ship's gossip supply today. You wanna bet on how convoluted the story gets by dinner time?"
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"Uh--"
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He tweaked one of my nipples and cut me off, "Ten to one they'll be saying it was all my fault and that you threw me out of our cabin naked. They will also say I went to Harry or someone else and begged for a blanket so I could hide my shame...or some such shit."
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I hated to burst his bubble of attention-getting fantasy but I did it anyway. "Tom, I think that the news of B'Elanna's pregnancy is going to overshadow your little impromptu peep show in the corridors."
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With his good mood apparently fully restored by his short nap, he grinned and said, "Hey, let's hope so. I hadn't thought of that. Thanks. Hmm, it's about time for us to go."
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"How can you tell?" I asked curiously.
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"I checked the time when I started up this subroutine and I know exactly how long it takes for the moon to set," he answered.
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"Oh." Now that he'd mentioned it, I realized the big, ethereal moon had indeed changed position. I just hadn't been paying too much attention since my mind had been on other things, most notably my seemingly endless capability for doing the wrong thing at the wrong time.
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He leaned over to kiss me and told me to keep my eyes closed. I did so and he got up and walked away. When I opened them again, the holodeck grid was the only thing visible. The soft sand had disappeared and only the thin blanket was between me and the hard floor. Our clothes were piled by the door and Tom helped me up then insisted on dressing me first before putting on his own clothes.
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He folded the blanket and neatly draped it over my arm. Then he took my hand in his and led us home.
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Not one member of the crew that we encountered had the temerity to say anything at all. One look at Tom's face, displaying a rather fierce expression, shut them up before they even thought of speaking. The fact that I was present might have had something to do with it but I couldn't be sure.
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Once home, Tom told me to wait in the living area while he fussed around in the bedroom.
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I stood there obediently, unmoving, still holding the blanket, unwilling to incur his wrath yet again by doing anything of my own volition.
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A few minutes later, he returned and seeing my immobility, gave me a wary glance.
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Taking the blanket out of my hands, he spread it over the sofa and said, "You can sit down, you know."
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I sat at one end of the couch, rubbing my chin absently and watched him as he went to the desk and checked something out on the terminal. I stayed quiet and found that regardless of the fact that he didn't want me to kneel, old training rose to the surface of my mind and I was surprised at how quickly certain things came back to me. Remaining silent was one of them.
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He turned to me, smiled and inquired, "So are you up for the next activity on my list of fun things to do today?"
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"Yes, I am."
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"OK." He ducked into the bedroom and came out with our bowling togs. "Put this on and let's go. I need to practice."
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Grinning, he handed me my shirt and I thought I should've expected this. I smiled back at him as we changed clothes.
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We carried our bowling shoes with us in their boxes and went to see if there were any lanes free. The program was becoming popular. People from all shifts used it. We arrived at a good time, peak hours usually being in the early evening.
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His enthusiasm was contagious. Before long I was having as good a time as he was. Maybe it was because we were there just for fun. No one to impress and no social duties impinging on our time; we had the luxury of playing without a large, critical audience.
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To my surprise, my game improved. Of course, Tom won every time but I didn't care. The few times I managed a strike or a spare, he'd jump up and give me a congratulatory hug and kiss. If this was his way of motivating me to bowl better, all I can say is that it worked well.
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After our fourth game, I called it quits or rather, I should say that I begged to be excused so I could just sit and watch.
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Tom agreed that I'd earned myself a beer and a rest. He situated me at a table with a good view and left me there while he practiced.
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The man was poetry in motion. I was awed by his gracefulness. It was more satisfying than when I watched him play pool. This way I got a much better view of his ass. I sipped my beer and contemplated the benefits of bowling when regarding it solely as a spectator sport.
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A few minutes after I finished my beer, Tom decided he'd had enough practice and joined me so we could change our shoes.
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We went home where he stripped me and told me to wait in the living area again. He disappeared into our bedroom, closing the door pointedly.
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As I sat on the sofa awaiting his return, I reflected that by comparison he was the easiest master I'd ever had to please. Then again, he was new to this lifestyle and I'd been trained by two experts. I shuddered at the memory of that short, intensely painful period of time and I dismissed it from my mind quickly.
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Instead, I turned my thoughts to the upcoming crew rotation. Tom was slated to spend some more time dealing with the administrative aspects of running a starship while my duty shifts would be spent overseeing the bridge, staffed entirely by the most junior members of the crew.
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For the most part, the cross-training was going well. I'd have to speak with the Doctor regarding B'Elanna's pregnancy to see if I'd need to make changes in her schedule but so far that was the only major wrinkle in the whole plan.
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Caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice the bedroom door opening or anything else until Tom dropped down on the couch next to me. "Thinking heavy thoughts?" he asked.
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"A few," I replied.
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He turned and lay with his head in my lap as was his wont, saying, "If there's anything I should know about, I want you to tell me." He took my hand and placed it on his head, inviting me to pet him as I usually did.
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I stroked his hair and answered him carefully, "Just thinking about work."
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"Cha! It's your day off, you aren't supposed to think about work, duty, obligations or anything else like that," he stated firmly.
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"OK. What do you suggest I think about?"
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"Think about me." Grinning evilly, he sat up and gave me a kiss, with tongue.
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When he was through, I touched his cheek gently and murmured, "Oh, I do, Tom. Believe me. I do."
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"Good. You should, because I think about you all the time." Rising, then pulling me to my feet, he continued, "Now I want you to close your eyes and come with me."
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"All right." I followed him and his instructions to the letter, trusting that he wouldn't let me bump into anything along the way.
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He led me carefully and gently into the bathroom then told me to open my eyes. I did so and saw a bubble-filled bathtub which he helped me into before joining me, washcloth in hand.
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He sat facing me, his legs over mine which parted to accommodate his butt and began washing me tenderly. I just looked at him, wondering why he was doing this.
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As if he could read my mind, he said, "I *like* touching you this way. You don't let me do it often enough and so now I want you to be still and allow me to enjoy myself."
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I nodded and closed my eyes as he washed my face. I let him do what he wanted how he wanted. Keeping quiet, I reveled in the soft touches of his hands and moved the way he guided me until he was finished.
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He rinsed me off and shifted around until he was behind me. I then felt his talented fingers begin washing my hair. He massaged my scalp and reached around the front of me to rub teasingly over very sensitive spots from time to time. Once he pronounced me done and we resembled a pair of prunes, he let out the water and turned on the shower for a fast, final deluge for me and a quick but thorough wash for himself.
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He dried us both and kissed me a few times in the process, keeping my senses tuned to a low burn. Eventually, he led me to the bedroom and called for light.
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Smiling seductively, he said, "I want you to wear what I've laid out for you. No more and no less."
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I looked at the clothes he'd chosen and saw that he'd selected my silks or at least *some* of my silks for me to wear. The pants and shirt were there and a pair of loafers but that was it. No real shoes, no socks and above all, no underwear.
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Still in less-than-verbose mode, all I said was, "OK."
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He watched me dress and once I'd passed muster, he shooed me out of the room saying, "Cool your heels out there. Do whatever you want until I'm ready."
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I found myself at a loss. What was I supposed to do? Today had so far consisted of one bewildering and unnerving revelation after another. I paced around the room, feeling the silk rub against my cock sensuously and sent up a thankful prayer that at least I wasn't tired. Tom obviously had tormenting me in mind this evening and I called upon long-suppressed control mechanisms to help me cope.
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A few minutes later, the door opened and he entered the room looking like a walking oil slick. I don't know what his clothes were made of but they accentuated his every curve and muscle. It was a simple outfit: shirt and pants, yet it defied description as to what color it was. I gaped at him trying to keep my tongue in my mouth where it belonged.
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I couldn't imagine us waltzing into the mess hall dressed like this but if that's what he wanted, I'd do it. The shimmer of his clothing changed to reflect a rainbow as he walked over to me and kissed me hard.
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"You and I are going to lay to rest any rumors of trouble in paradise tonight. I want the whole crew to know just how much you love me and to that end, they'll get to see you in all your glory. That's why I'm wearing this and you aren't wearing any shorts."
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Spirits! It was worse than I thought. I'd spend the entire evening with an erection that anyone could see if they looked closely enough.
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Before I could formulate a reply to his edict, he stroked my lips with his finger, pushed me to sit down on the couch and said gently, "You didn't apologize to me properly earlier. I want you to do it now."
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He moved to stand between my knees and dropped his pants.
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Lifting up the edge of his overlong shirt with one hand I cupped his cock and balls in the other and kissed them all, then said seriously, "I'm sorry, Tom. I'll do anything you say."
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I looked up at him and he smiled at me, then pulled up his pants and said, "Don't worry, Cha. I won't make you suffer too much tonight. Let's go."
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Proffering his hand, he pulled me up from the sofa and led the way to the holodeck. I was surprised. I didn't know what to expect but he stopped in front of the one running Sandrine's and poked a few buttons.
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There were only a few of the crew present as most who were awake were having dinner in the mess hall at this time. I didn't feel too self-conscious considering the circumstances and for that I was grateful.
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Tom kept an iron grip on my hand as he walked through the bar steering us toward a curtained alcove I didn't remember seeing before. I noticed a few raised eyebrows from the other patrons but was too curious about my own immediate fate to care much.
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Sandrine pulled back the curtains and showed us a private dining space. She winked at Tom as he pulled out my chair, then she retreated into the main bar.
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The curtains remained open, allowing us to watch the activities outside yet shielding us from all prying eyes except those that had a death wish.
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It was a table for two and no more. We sat, staring across it at each other and waited. Sandrine returned bringing a bottle of wine. She eyed me critically as she poured and winked again at Tom. I felt a little uncomfortable at her scrutiny even though I knew she wasn't real.
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Tom picked up on my unease and distracted me by proposing a toast, "To us."
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Clinking our glasses together, we smiled at each other and drank. The wine was excellent. It was also genuine.
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I stared at Tom, refusing to ask outright how he'd managed to obtain it but he answered anyway saying, "Don't ask. Not tonight."
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Nodding, I sipped some more, enjoying the unique flavor. It must have come from one of our supply and/or trading stops. Tom had to have been keeping this well-hidden for months, perhaps years.
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I noticed that it packed quite a punch, too. I was feeling pretty good after the first glass. Tom also appeared to be very happy. Sandrine returned carrying a huge tray which she set up next to our table.
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It contained our dinner which turned out to be a pan-Asian meal, all vegetarian, with chopsticks and short spears as utensils.
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Tom scooted closer to me and began piling various items on a plate. I reached out to help him but he rapped me over the knuckles sharply with a chopstick. "Hands off!"
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I quickly snatched my fingers out of his reach and sat quietly while he finished what he was doing. I looked out to see what was going on in the bar and saw that a few more members of the crew had wandered in ready for a little fun after dinner.
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Tom stood and closed the curtains, shutting out the rest of the room and drawing my attention back to focus on him alone.
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I sipped my wine cautiously and waited to see what he would do next.
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He rearranged the place settings and various accoutrements to his satisfaction, then stated solemnly, "I am going to feed you."
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I just stared at him and wondered if he had lost his mind. I'd never done this to him, why would he want to do it to me?
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"Sit back, relax and open your mouth," he ordered.
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Sighing to myself, I did so. He gently placed some marinated vegetables on my tongue and waited while I tasted them, chewed and swallowed. They were delicious. In fact, everything he fed me was wonderful. The chopsticks moved up and back time after time until I'd sampled a bit of everything he'd chosen for our dinner.
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The snowpeas were my favorite.
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He paused occasionally and allowed me to sip some wine then fed me until I let him know that I'd had enough by simply shaking my head as the last spearful of seaweed bulbs came my way.
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At that, he made a quick detour and the food went into his mouth instead of mine. He then polished off everything that was left while I sat and drank more wine.
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We didn't speak the whole time and as I became more and more relaxed I found that we didn't need to.
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When he was done, he sat back and drank some of his wine looking for all the galaxy like he'd accomplished something very important. He sighed and grinned at me contentedly then reached out to hold my hand.
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We stayed that way for many long minutes until he stirred and said, "I'm going to get rid of all this. I'll be back shortly."
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Piling the dishes onto the tray and checking the amount of wine left in the bottle, he opened the curtains wide and took the tray away.
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I peered out into the bar and saw many familiar faces performing the actions I expected of them. Harry was reigning over the pool table surrounded by a bevy of young women all hanging on his every word. I don't know if he realized it but they were tag-teaming him--in that one would ask for a demonstration of a particular shot and all the others would gaze hopefully at his butt and broad shoulders as he bent over the table.
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Snickering to myself at the concept of lust en masse, I was unprepared for what happened when Harry spotted Tom and called him over for a fast consultation regarding how to best use a bridge.
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Tom left the tray near the bar and walked jauntily over to the pool table where suddenly, he was descended upon by a miniature horde of curious women and a couple of men. They went for his clothes like vultures plucking the flesh from carrion.
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He was overwhelmed. They stroked his shirt and pulled at the cloth trying to determine what kind it was. They shot rapid-fire questions at him that he was hard-pressed to answer while trying to escape from their roving hands and inappropriate touches.
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He writhed and squirmed, finally shouting, "Harry, get them off me."
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I was torn between furious jealousy and rampant amusement. I had to stifle the urge to run to him and pull the people off like the attacking pack of wild dogs they resembled.
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They circled him, pawing and petting him, circumventing Harry's attempts to help. This continued for several minutes until Tom managed to extricate himself from their grasping clutches. He backed away finally and returned to the alcove drawing the curtains shut behind him.
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He looked delightfully rumpled and decidedly out of sorts. His hair was mussed and his sexy outfit was crumpled in places where the over-eager fingers of Harry's harem had crushed the delicate fabric.
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His face was red as he queried somewhat plaintively, "Why didn't you come to my rescue?"
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I smiled and responded, "You didn't look like a damsel in distress so I didn't think you needed rescuing. You were doing fine on your own."
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I patted my knee in silent invitation and he came over to sit in my lap. I handed him some wine which he downed in several large swallows then he poured himself a refill.
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I put my arms around him and patted him gently until his good mood was restored. I'm sure the wine helped, especially at the rate he was drinking it. I finger-combed his hair and kissed him a couple of times.
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Eventually, a grin sprouted and he inquired, "Did it bother you that those people were touching me?"
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I couldn't lie to him. "Yes, it did."
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His grin grew wider and his voice lowered dramatically. "Were you sitting here seething with rage, watching how many of them were fondling something that belongs to you and only you?"
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"Well...I wouldn't say I was seething--" I began.
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He interrupted me, "Then what's all this from?" He pointed to the neat pile of viciously shredded paper napkins on the table in front of me.
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Gods, I hadn't even been aware of creating that mess. Maybe some part of me *had* been seething. I just cleared my throat and felt my face heat up.
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Tom chuckled and poured the last of the wine into our glasses.
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We sat and sipped, kissing and sharing the wine, letting it mingle in our mouths as they locked together.
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It didn't take long for us to become aroused. It never did but this time was different somehow: more deliberately paced. Perhaps it was because we were in public.
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We finished the wine and he kissed me once more, his tongue slipping between my lips to play hide and seek with mine.
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I gripped him tightly with one hand while the other rested in his lap, teasing him. He was as hard as I was.
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Just then, the curtains rustled and Harry poked his head inside, disturbing us. He blushed at catching us necking but didn't go away. "Um, Tom?"
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"Yes, Harry?" Tom replied absently, running a fingertip down my neck.
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"Uh, sorry to interrupt but I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier."
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Tom turned to look at his friend and said, "It's OK, Har. It wasn't your fault."
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Harry blinked and gazed at my hand on Tom's thigh and said quickly, "Oh. OK. Thanks. Uh, talk to you later then." Without waiting for an answer, he left, making sure the curtains were closed.
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Tom smiled at me and remarked smoothly, "As much as I'd like to continue this, I don't think this place is private enough. Besides, there's something else I'd like to do first."
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I groaned inwardly. All I wanted to do was go home and make love. But Tom was making the decisions tonight and so I replied as graciously as I could. "Whatever you want, Sweetheart."
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He got up off my lap and held out his hand. I took it and he led me out of the alcove and onto the dance floor. He requested a cryptic personal selection and I waited nervously to see what would play. I was not in the mood to gyrate wildly in public, not with this very visible bulge in my pants.
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At the first note, Tom took me into his arms and held me close, hiding my arousal from the others present. To my great relief, the song was a slow one. We swayed together, pressing against each other from chest to knee.
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He nuzzled my neck, blew in my ear and whispered, "See, it's not so bad."
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He rubbed his crotch against mine sinuously a few times and I gripped his ass with both hands. The music changed subtly to something still slow but with a driving, pounding beat.
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I wanted to fuck him so badly it almost hurt to think about it. I hoped he wouldn't draw this out too long or we'd come in our pants. I noticed a few people watching us out of the corner of my eye and wondered if they could feel the sexual energy we radiated.
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By the end of the fourth song, Tom was beginning to pant and I was ready to explode on contact. As the last notes drifted away, he said in a throaty voice, "Let's go home now. I can't wait any longer."
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Trying to sound calm, I replied, "It's entirely up to you."
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"Good. We're leaving." He then canceled his musical request and pulled me out the door so fast I'm sure we startled people with our abrupt departure.
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He was all over me in the turbolift and it was all I could do to remember to breathe between kisses as hot and sweet as I've ever known.
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When we reached our deck, we dashed to our quarters. Once the door shut, Tom yanked down his pants and unfastened mine. Then he latched onto my mouth with his and pushed me back against the door, rubbing our raging hard-ons together.
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One hand went to my head while the other grabbed my ass. He lunged and lurched against me again and again and again.
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I held his butt in my hands tightly, squeezing his cheeks roughly, letting my fingers delve into the cleft, pulling him open and closer to me, ever closer.
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His tongue action increased along with the pressure of his hand at the back of my neck and I sensed he was on the verge. I pushed a fingertip into his ass and he then moaned into my mouth and climaxed, jerking and trembling in my arms.
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The sound he made and the feel of the heated wetness he shot onto me brought me up to the heights and I came only a few seconds later.
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We stood, drawing in huge breaths with our trousers at our knees. Leaning against the front door, our bellies and shirts stuck together, we waited for sanity to return.
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When it finally did, Tom groaned pitifully, "I'm sorry, Cha."
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Confused, I asked softly, "Whatever for?"
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"I couldn't wait. I wanted it to be special but I couldn't hold off any longer."
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I squeezed him and kissed him then said, "Tom, it's always special between us. It doesn't matter how we do it. Besides, you weren't the only one who couldn't wait. I'm surprised I didn't come in my pants long before we got home."
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He smiled at me gratefully and kissed me gently, saying, "Thanks. You always seem to know what to say to make me feel better."
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I snorted softly and wriggled against him, feeling the stickiness of our love start to cool and said, "Thank you for dinner. I really enjoyed it."
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He rubbed my ass then slid his hands under my shirt and stroked my back before replying, "You're welcome. I enjoyed it, too. In fact, I have dessert planned, along with some special entertainment for us. I'm glad we've taken the edge off. If we hadn't, I don't think we could have done justice to what I have in mind."
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With that, he stripped off his clothes then mine and sent me in the direction of the bathroom. While he stuffed our clothing into the 'fresher, I peed and cleaned myself up.
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Tom tactfully waited until I was done before doing the exact same thing. Nude, I wandered out into the living area and sat on the sofa thinking about what he'd said concerning dessert. I'd already come three times in the last 14 hours or so and wondered if he were trying to set a record or what.
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In any case, I was certain I'd sleep well. Between all the sex and emotional upheavals during the day, I thought it likely I wouldn't be able to stay up very late tonight.
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Tom entered the room, lube and towels in hand and headed straight for the replicator. I winced mentally at what our account balance would be after tonight but reminded myself that I'd put Tom in charge and I had no right to complain. If he wanted to spend all the rations we had, he could do so.
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He spoke too softly for me to hear but I watched him closely. He fished out a serving tray and pulled several small containers out of the replicator then covered everything with a towel and set it on an end table.
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Humming an elusive tune, he moved the coffee table aside and pulled the blanket off the couch spreading it out on the floor. He then added several pillows, moved the vid viewer so that we had a clear, close-up view and inserted a disk.
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Patting the floor next to him, he said, "Come down here and watch the show with me."
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I sat down next to him, resting against the sofa and said, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea."
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"Why not? We don't have to get up early. I know you don't have to go on duty until tomorrow night and the Doc said I could come in any time I liked in the morning. So relax and enjoy." He smiled oh-so-innocently at me.
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I sighed and decided if he wanted to drain me dry, I'd let him. Girding what was left of my loins, I acquiesced. "All right. What's the plan?"
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He lowered the lights, put his arm around me and gave me a big, wet kiss. Then he grinned wickedly and murmured, "We are going to watch 'Debbie Does the Delta Quadrant' and act out every single scene as best we can."
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OH SPIRITS!
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