Disclaimer time once again! Thirty-sixth verse same as the 
first . . everybody *sing*:

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not either!

This story involves sex between two men, aka: slash.  If that 
is *not* your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read it! 
(simple, ain't it??)  Feedback is *very* much appreciated, 
and always answered.  Flames will be passed around to 
friends and chuckled over.  :)

This is the sequel to 'Ignition', 'Famished', 'Escalation', 
'Evaporation', and 'Lassitude'.  Number six in the 'I FEEL 
HOT' series.  Yet another PWP.  Series still not over; I have 
two more of these to go.

It hit 92 degrees today, guess what that means? Damn, I 
love heat. 

'Hallelujah' by Amirin


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Tom sighed.  Harry was *still* glaring at him. 

"Will you quit it, already?  Sheesh!" Tom exclaimed, looking 
down at the helm controls of the shuttlecraft.  No change.

"You did this on purpose!" Harry accused him, swinging 
around in the co-pilot's seat to emphasize the fact that he 
was *not* happy about this.  "Sabotage!"

"Harry . ." Tom whined.

"We're supposed to be working and we're trapped in here, 
because of *you*," Harry groused, folding his arms over his 
chest.

"They'll figure it out in a couple of hours and we'll be out of 
here, okay?" Tom asked, all but admitting he'd done it 
deliberately.

"Just because you wanted to get laid!" Harry said, then 
snorted.

"Like you don't?" Tom challenged, grinning at the flush 
creeping over Harry's face. "It's been forever since we've 
had the time to have sex, I couldn't let this opportunity go by 
. . um . . unmolested?" he quipped hesitantly, smiling in 
relief when Harry snorted and turned away from him, 
shoulders shaking.

"Har, don't be angry, please," Tom begged.

Harry turned back to face his lover and sighed, shaking his 
head.  "I'm not angry," he said quietly.

"Then, what are you?" Tom asked cautiously.

"Everyone's been really good about us, you know?" Harry 
asked softly.  "Chakotay arranges our schedules so we can 
see each other, gives us the same days off duty.  B'Elanna 
loses to you at pool deliberately so you can win the rations 
to spoil me rotten with," he ignored Tom's indignant "Hey!" 
and went on.  "The Captain smiles tolerantly every time you 
look back at me and wink, or grin, or blow me kisses.  Neelix 
cooks damned near anything you so much as *suggest* I 
might like," Harry smiled contentedly.  "I don't want to mess 
that up."

Tom was silent for a minute. "And you think they'll get so 
annoyed with this that it all might stop?" he asked quietly, 
looking at his hands.

"It's a little unprofessional to do what you've done, just 
because we haven't had sex in five days," Harry remarked 
wryly.

<pause>

"So, you don't want to . . ."

"I didn't say that."

<?!?>

"I mean, it'd be a shame to let all your hard work go to 
waste."

<guilty, thoughtful pause>  "So, I'm forgiven?"

"Are you sorry?"

<contrite>  "Yeah, Har.  I won't do it again.  I promise."

"Then, you're forgiven."

<grin>  "Har?"

"What?"

"Ever make love in a shuttlecraft?"

<laugh>  "Not recently."

<startled blink>  "You mean you *have*?"

<wicked grin>

"Ensign, I'm *shocked*."

"Bite me." 

"Okay."

"Fuck you."

<leer>  "Wellll, if you insist."

<mutter> "It's not like I've got anything better to do."

<silence>

"Tom, I was kidding."

<pout>

"Tom, quit pouting, I said I was kidding."

<glare>

"And quit glaring, I was *kidding*."

<pout mixed with glare>

"How the *hell* do you get your face to *do* that?"

<scowl>  "Practice.  I've got a really annoying lover, at 
times."

<silence>

<suggestive smile>  "I could make it up to you."

<mumble> "I wouldn't want to put you out or anything."

"You're pouting again."

<thoughtful, devious silence>  

"It's getting kind of warm in here." 
<rustle>

"Har, what are you doing?"

"Just getting rid of the jacket.  Aren't you hot?" <meaningful 
look>

<puzzled look>  "No, I'm fine . . "

<more meaningful look>

<dawning realization>

"Actually, yeah, Har, it's a little warm in here." 
<rustle>

"Isn't that better?"

<tosses jacket over the shoulder>  "Much.  You're a genius."

<modest smile> <stretch> <grunt>

"Too hot for boots, too, huh, Har?"

"You're catching on."

<thud, thud, thud, thud>

"Better?"

<sigh>  "Absolutely.  What's next?"

"Pants."

<leer>

<patient pause>

"Har?"

"After you."

"It was your idea."

<pause> <crafty grin> <rustle> <flings turtleneck over 
shoulder>

"Wait a minute, I thought pants were next."

"Changed my mind."

"Ooookay . . "

<rustle> <tank goes sailing> <contented sigh> <eyes close> 
<groan>

"Har?"

<groan>

"Har? What's wrong?"

<whisper> "Nothing." <fingers begin caressing chest slowly>

<throat clears> "Harry, what are you doing?"

<raises hand to mouth, licks fingertips>  "Oh, nothing."

<gulp>  "Oh, Gods."

<warm, wet fingertips slide over nipple> <eyes close> 
<groan> <stroke> <groan>

<groan>  "Damn, Harry." <loud rustle> <turtleneck *and* 
tank go flying at warp>

"I didn't think you were that warm, Tom."

<pant>  "It's getting hotter by the minute, Har."

<groan>  "Gods, that feels incredible."

<licks lips>  "Looks like it."

"No, I mean I can feel your breath on me, where my skin's 
wet."  <shiver>  "It's cold."

<whimper>  "Maybe I'm too far away."

<nonchalant shrug that isn't>  "Maybe."

"I could get closer."

"If you want to."

<slide> <creak>

"What was that?"

"My knees."

"I never noticed they creak."

"They've gotten a hell of a workout since we've been 
together.  I've spent more time on my knees in the last nine 
months than I have in the rest of my life put together."

"Not a religious man, huh?"  <sensuously strokes chest 
down to waistband of pants>

"Oh, Gods."

<grin>  "Of course, I could be wrong about that."

<breathy sigh>  "Harry . ."

<shudder>  "Ohhh, do that again.  Felt good."

<puzzled look>  "What felt good?"

"You saying my name."

<leans closer>  "Harry."

"Oh, Gods."

<even closer>  "Harry."

"Oh, yes."

<closer yet> <lick>  "Harry."

"Ahhhh!"

<lick> <lick>  "Harry."

<whimper>  "*Yes*."

<nuzzle nipple> <lick> <suck>

"*YES*!!"

<stroke>  "Harry."

<eyes try to focus> "Whaaaa?"

"Get naked.  *Now*."

<rapid scramble to lose rest of clothing>  "Touch me." 

<stares with awe and reverence>  "Like I could help it." 
<stroke>

<sigh>  "Nothing here you haven't seen before."  <groan>

"You're gorgeous."

"And you're not naked."

<grin> <hand removes tube from pocket before rest of 
clothes disappear>

<glare>  "You planned this."

"You said yes."

"You sneak."

"You said yes."

"I'm easy.  You *sneak*."

"A desperate sneak."

<incredulous look>  "Five days makes you a desperate 
sneak?"

<martyred sigh> <deep breath> <molten look>  "Five days 
makes me so horny all I can think about is your perfect, 
golden, hot, sweaty, naked body under mine." 

<whimper>  "Tom?"

<evil smile>  "Whenever you're ready, we can stop talking 
and start fucking."

<quick nod>  "I'm ready."

<teasing shake of head> "I don't think you're ready."

<slight, frustrated whimper>  "I'm sure I'm ready."

<heavy sigh>  "No, I don't think you are."

<glare>  "I really am."

<grudging shrug>  "Well, maybe you are."

<bigger glare>  "Definitely."

"If you insist."

<grrrrr>  "I do."

"What?"

"I do."

"One more time."

<martyred sigh and slight glare>  "*I* *do*."

"Good."

"What was all that about?"

"Just wanted to give you plenty of opportunity to practice, 
that's all."

"Practice?"

"Practice, Harry, practice."

<confused look>  "Practice what exactly?"

<victorious grin>  "Practice saying 'I do'."

<silence>

"Is there a reason I need to practice saying 'I do'?"

<another nonchalant shrug that isn't>  "Maybe."

<soft smile>  "And what would that reason be?"

<yet another nonchalant shrug that isn't>  "Could be a lot of 
things."

<patient sigh>  "Like what, for instance?"

<thoughtful frown> "Suppose I asked you if you liked it when 
I did *this*."

<gentle stroke>

<sigh>  "Oh, I do."

"Or this."  

<long, slow caress>

"Ummmm, I do."

"Or maybe this."

<tender kiss>

"Absolutely, I do."

"Do you like this?"

<shower of kisses down chest to navel>

<groan>  "I do."  <wicked look>  "Don't *you* need 
practice?"

<silence as blue eyes roam over golden body>

"Tom?"

<more silence, more roaming>

"Tom?"

<kiss covers full, perfect mouth that cannot let a man enjoy 
roaming in silence>

"I've been practicing."

"You have?" 

"Yep.  I've gotten pretty good at it, too."

"Really?"

"Yep."

<thoughtful look>  "Do you love me?" 

<tender smile>  "I do."

<warm grin>  "Do you need me?" 

<serious smile>  "I do."  <whispered>

<sigh as eyes fill with tears>  <throat clears>  "Do you want 
me?" 

<lecherous smile>  "I do."

<mock-thoughtful look>  "Guess that about covers it."

<fond, loving smile>  "You forgot one."

<mock-astonished look>  "I *did*?"

<bigger smile>  "You did."

<mock-doubtful, perplexed look>  "Really?"

<nod>  "You did."

<mock-puzzled frown> "Which one?"

<blond checks to make sure he's still kneeling>

"Will you marry me?"

<silence>

<slightly worried look>

<more silence>

<more worried look>

<even more silence>

<seriously worried look>

<smile>

"I can't believe you'd think my answer to that question would 
ever be 'no'."

<relieved smile>  "Is that a 'yes'?"

<light kiss>  "Yes."

<tender kiss>  "Yes."

<somewhat passionate kiss>  "*Yes*."

<very passionate kiss>  "*YES*."

<pause>  "That's not an 'I do', is it, Tom?"

<kiss> <lick> <touch> <sigh>  

"That comes later."

<kiss> <stroke> <nibble> <sigh>

"Are we still practicing?"

<groan when breathy voice caresses ear>

"Absolutely."

<moan when hot tongue curls around ear>

"Can't ever practice too much." 

<gasp when hot tongue curls around even hotter cock>

"Gods, I love practicing."

<delicious squirm from brunet when blond devours throbbing 
cock>

"Oh, yes, yes, yes."

<blond pulls back, looks for small tube from earlier, finds it>

<brunet incinerates in hot look pouring from blond's eyes>

"Take me?" 

<growl>  "Yes."

<shudder>  "Fuck me?" 

<snarl>  "Yes."

<shiver>  "Love me?" 

"Forever."

<brunet pops open tube, covers blond's hard length>

<gasp> <fingers get covered>

<groan> <fingers seek out small opening>

<moan> <fingers find it>

<pant> <sigh> <gasp>

<blond pulls brunet forward> <legs go over shoulders> 
<frowns> 

<desperate and frustrated look>  "What's wrong?"

<sheepish look>  "I'm too tall to take you like this."

<quick switch around before blond can draw another breath>

<blond is suddenly sitting in the chair>

<brunet is on his lap, maneuvering carefully>

<gasp>

<moan> 

"Oh, gods, *Harry*."

<short cry>  "Do you like that?"

<harsh moan> <slight thrust>  "I do."

<gasp> <wriggle>  "That comes later."

<groan> <another thrust>  "Right, sorry."

<pant> <wriggle>  "S'okay."

<short cry as blond wraps hand around brunet's cock> 
<thrust>

<faster thrust>

<gasp>

<harder thrust>

<groan>

<thrust> <thrust> <thrust>

"Gods, *yes*."

<thump> <thump> <thump>

"Oh, *Harry*."

<brunet grins>

<blond's mind is fried> 

<thrust> <thump> <thrust> <thump>

"Oh, yes, *please*, yes."

<brunet's still grinning>

<blond is oblivious>

<blond's hand moves faster> 

<brunet is no longer grinning>

<stroke>

"Mmmmmmmmm."

<thrust>

"Oh, *yeah*!"

<thump>

"Yes, more . . more . . gods . ."

"Oh, so good . . yes . . so good . ."

"Yes, *yes*, *YES*, yes yes yesyesyesyes, gods, *Harry* . ."

"Tom, oh gods, baby . . . more more more . . oh, please, 
more . ."

"I'm com . . I'm com . . yes, I'm, *yes*, I'm, oh, *gods, *YES* 
*YES* *YES*. ."

"That's it, *yes*, that's it *YES*, come, come, *YES* . ."

"*Harry* . . oh, *HARRY* . . YES, HARRRRRRRRY . . 
*YESYESYES* . ."

"I'm, yes, yes, yes . . *YES* . . *Tom* . .*TOM* 
*YESSSSSSSSS* . ."

". . ."

". . ."

<pant>

<groan>

<moan> 

<tired chuckle>

<collapse>

"Damn, Har."

"Yeah, me, too."

<sigh>

<sigh>

"Just think how good we'll be when we finally get it right."

<glower>  "Tom."

"Practice, Harry, practice."

<snort> <chortle> <snicker> <laugh>

"Cute, Thumper."

<glare>  "I wasn't . ."

<smile>  "You were . ."

"I didn't . ."

"You did . ."

<sigh>

<sigh>

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

<contented bliss>

<more bliss>

<even more bliss>

"Should we get up?"

"Maybe."

"Should we get dressed?"

"Maybe."

"Should we start planning?"

<smile>  "Definitely."

<slow climb off lover and out of chair> <groan>

<slow walk to pick up clothes>

<throw clothes on, not too carefully>

"These aren't my socks."

<sigh>  "You're only going to be wearing them for another 
five minutes."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"I thought we were going to plan."

"We are going to plan naked."

<shiver>

"I like that idea."

"Thought you might." 

"Hand me that?"

"This?

"No, *that*."

"Here."

"Thanks."

<hug> 

<sigh>

<snuggle>

<stretch> <button pushed> <shuttle door opens>

<blink at Captain and Commander on holodeck outside door 
of holographic shuttlecraft>

<guilty look exchanged>

<impatient tapping of Captain's foot> "Well?"

<giddy smile from blond>  "He said yes."

<brunet mutters softly>  "Several times in quick succession."

<blond and brunet stagger out of the arch and down the 
corridor giggling uncontrollably>

<identical frown appears on faces of Captain and First 
Officer when they realize blond has been demoted to Ensign 
and brunet had been promoted to Lieutenant, judging from 
the jackets each is wearing>

<long-suffering sigh>

"Do we want to know the exactly what the question was?"

<quick negative shake of head> 

"I really don't think we do."

<sharp affirmative nod followed by satisfied sigh>  

"I didn't think so."


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