********************************************************** Disclaimer time once again!  Twelfth verse same as the first . . . everybody *sing*: I don't own these characters, (chorus) Paramount does! I don't own this venue, (chorus) Paramount does! I am making no money off of this, (chorus) Paramount does 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 story is another sequel in the series.  Yes, the series has a name. No, I'm not telling you what it is.  'Ignition', 'Famished', and 'Escalation' came first. There's even less plot, here, than there was, there.  Don't try to look for it, you'll just hurt yourself. It's 99 bloody damned degrees out, the heat index is around 116.  It's sweaty, it's steamy, it's inspirational. The following is all Taffy's fault. Yes, hon, *you* threw me in the steam room, you heartless wench, you!  Did you *really* think I'd stay in there, all by myself? 'Evaporation' by Amirin ******************************************************** Tom sighed heavily, arm thrown carelessly over his eyes, as he relaxed into the heat of the holographic sauna.  He lay on his back, towel slung low around his lean hips, breathing in steam and cedar.  It was easily about a hundred degrees in there and the sweat was rolling off him, taking most of the day's tension with it.  Harry should be off duty, soon.  Harry was the cause of most of the tension.  His lover was no longer satisfied with giving Tom one of those *looks* when he could actually *do* something about it.  Oh, no, *now* those looks were rapidly becoming Harry's normal facial expression and it was driving him stark raving . . wait a minute, what the hell was *that*? Tom shifted slightly, leaving his arm where it was, as he tried to place the soft, wet object trailing around his ankle.  It was slightly cool against his skin, just a couple degrees cooler, and was making circular patterns as it traveled slowly up his leg.  He jumped when teeth scraped over his knee, just a light nip, before they nibbled their way further up his thigh.   He moaned and let his outside leg fall off the bench, opening himself to the tantalizing sensation.  Gods, what Harry could do with that tongue of his . . Tom sighed, his quickening breathing making him slightly dizzy in the heat. The towel was undone, flung aside, and something wet and silky closed gently around his throbbing cock.  Tom groaned, gasping, when hair he knew to be as black as it was soft, tickled his stomach.  He arched upward sharply when a slender finger found its way inside him, even as the licking and sucking continued mercilessly on his aching hardness. "Harry," he groaned roughly, his fingers tangling in the hair now caressing his thigh, as the owner of that name began moving his incredible mouth quicker and deeper over Tom's cock. Harry added a second finger, the steam and heat already loosening Tom up somewhat.  He grinned, feeling Tom shiver and knew there was no way it was due to cold.  Another groan, from Tom's toes, made him speed up a little more and soon his lover was thrusting upward into his mouth. "Gods, *Harry*, yes . . oh, damn, suck me . . Yeah, oh baby . . Oh, gods, yeslikethat . . Harry, oh . . oh, *yes* . . *shit* . . suck me . . gods, oh, *yes*!" If possible, it was getting even hotter in the steamy room and Tom gritted his teeth against the coming orgasm he could feel relentlessly surging through him. He lost the battle, when Harry's tongue did something inspired at the same moment a third finger was thrust into him, and came, crying out, pounding the wall with his fist. "And here you thought I was just being a cocktease all day," Harry said with a grin, licking Tom clean, while twisting his fingers deep inside his lover. Tom's back arched to an impossible angle, his heel thumping on the floor, as Harry continued to prepare the way for some serious fucking. "Gods, *Harry*," Tom gasped.  "We can't do this in here. You'll stroke out, and I'll end up blowing a blood vessel." "I lowered the temperature a little, Thumper, you just can't tell," Harry explained, smiling.  "You're more than making up for the loss of heat, let me tell you.  Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are, when you come?" Harry voice changed to low and rough.  "Do you know how hot you look when I'm fucking you?  Body tense, eyes tightly shut, back arched in two, lips parted.  And gods, the sounds you make when I'm taking you hard and fast. The way you start shaking, when you're so close . . " "Do you know what it does to me?" he whispered, caressing Tom, never stopping the fingers thrusting into his lover's body. "Do you know how much time I spend thinking about it?  Try *all* the time, Lover mine. I have to watch those hands of yours from Ops all goddamned day, wishing they were on me. Seeing you touch and stroke the Conn, wanting it to be *me* you were touching and stroking like that." "It was bad enough when I didn't know what they felt like against my skin, on my cock," he murmured, licking small circles around his lover's navel, as Tom whimpered with need.  The heat in Harry's voice was beginning to burn him, deep inside.  "Then, all I had were fantasies.  It's even worse, now that I know.  I know what they can do to me. No one has ever known me the way you do.  No one else has ever made me *feel* what you do." "I know I've been driving you nuts, all day today.  I wanted you to see what it's like for me, now.  The constant needing, wanting.  The damned near permanent dizziness because all the blood in my body is in my cock," he said, quietly, placing himself carefully at the entrance to Tom's body, while moving the long legs over his shoulders.  "You'll never know what you do to me. How I want it, crave it.  Gods, baby, you'll never know." And with that, he began rocking slowly into his lover's body, working himself deeper and deeper with every slight thrust. Tom rose up to meet every one, legs tightening, thrashing under Harry, as the man above him moved in and out of him. "Can you feel that?  How hard I am in you?  That's where I've wanted to be, *all* *damned* *day*," Harry grated, when Tom cried out. He began thrusting a little faster and saw Tom's cock start to harden again. Turning his face to the side, he bit into the man's thigh, sending his lover's back up off the bench. Tom was gasping, as Harry pounded into him. One hand moved slowly, of its own volition, to wrap itself around his cock, the other coming up to tease and play with his own nipples. Harry's eyes glazed over as he watched Tom.   he thought, disjointedly, until Tom arched up into him, moaning, and rendered him incapable of thought. "Like this, huh?" Harry gasped out, feeling Tom tighten around him as he moved slickly and smoothly within the hot body of his lover. "You have this . . impressive grasp . . of the obvious, my love," Tom ground harshly, before he cried out when Harry surged into him powerfully. Harry saw Tom's hand speed up on his own cock and moved faster and harder to keep pace with him. "Oh, oh *gods*, *Harry*!" Tom yelled out, feeling the hot tide within him begin to crest. "That's it . . Come for me . . come on, baby . . take it . . yeah, like that . . oh, gods . . yeah . . oh, yes . . Tom . . oh, *gods* yes . . yesyesyes," Harry chanted, before screaming soundlessly as Tom clenched around him, again, causing his sight to white-out. Tom's hand was a blur, as he pumped his hard shaft, his climax tearing into and through him. He shouted, feeling the spatters hit his chest and could have sworn he heard them sizzle.  His orgasm tightened unbearably around Harry and his lover cried out with the force of it. Tom's eyes flew open and he watched, spellbound, as Harry started coming, silenced in agony-ecstasy, body racked with tremors.  Harry pumped into him furiously a few more times and came explosively inside Tom, voice finally released in a primal scream, the burning need momentarily sated. Tom's arms came around his lover when Harry collapsed on his chest, exhausted and shaking.  The temperature of the room had been dropping steadily but it hadn't been apparent, until that moment. It was almost chilly in there as the heat the two of them had generated began to dissipate.  Tom called for the computer to increase the temperature a little and it soon became more comfortable.  He grabbed a warm towel from above his head and draped it over Harry's quivering form. He tried to ease the man between him and the wall but there wasn't enough room, so he ordered the computer to widen the bench. Laying Harry gently down next to him, he smiled as his lover's eyes blearily opened. "Got pretty damned warm in here, didn't it?" Tom grinned, as Harry laughed weakly and smiled, groaning before snuggling into him. "Yeah, but we didn't set the room on fire," Harry retorted, sleepily. "There's always next week," Tom said softly, placing a tender kiss on Harry's forehead, before bringing his lover's dark head to rest against his shoulder. "It's a date," Harry murmured, wrapping himself around Tom, as the two of them fell gently toward sleep.  "Love you, baby." "Love you, too, Har," Tom said quietly, yawning.  "Love you, too." "Wait a minute, Harry.  'Thumper'?!? *************************end