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Disclaimer time once again! Forty-sixth 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 is the sequel to 'Ignition', 'Famished', 'Escalation', 
'Evaporation', 'Lassitude', and 'Hallelujah'.  Number seven in 
the 'I FEEL HOT' series.  Yet another PWP.  Series still not 
over; I have one more of these to go.

Started when I was sick and had a fever. I think 101 degrees 
counts as heat.

'Overboard' by Amirin


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"We should have put locks on the wedding program."

"Tell me something I don't know, Harry."  <sigh>  "Can you 
help me with the boots?  I can't get my fingers to work."

"I hope that's only a temporary problem."  <g>

<sigh>  <thud>  <thud>  <long sigh>

Tom quickly got the rest of his clothes off and fell backward 
onto the bed with a heartfelt groan.

Harry grinned as he stripped off his own clothing, looking 
down at his naked . . . spouse.  Contracted mate. Husband. 
Wow.

"Come here, Har," Tom whispered, holding his arms open 
so he could wrap them around his love when Harry settled 
into bed with him. "Ohhh, you wouldn't believe how good you 
feel." 

Harry sighed and snuggled closer.  "So do you."  He looked 
up when Tom's wry chuckle shook them both.  "What's so 
funny?" 

Tom started at him with amazement.  "You have to ask?"

Harry snorted.  "Okay, I guess not.  You know, someone 
must have made the changes after the bachelor parties. 
That's the only thing I can think of to account for it."

Tom groaned and laughed.  "I bet *all* of them had a hand 
in it.  When they were six sheets to the wind."

"It makes a *lot* of sense.  Ya know, I think Neelix was 
responsible for the field of leola flowers."

"Nah, really?" Tom shot back, shuddering at the memory of 
the meadow of bilious green and yellow.  He couldn't help 
grinning.  "Tuvok had to be the one who programmed the 
desert right next to them."

"I don't know about that.  Mahashir could've done it."

"It was *red*, Har.  And hotter than hell. Remember?"

"Right, right.  Tuvok.  The targs with the flower garlands?"

"B'Elanna," they answered in unison and laughed.  "That 
was a given," Tom smiled and shook his head.

"The waterfall?" Harry asked, perplexed as he ran through 
the crew, trying to figure out who might have come up with 
that one.

"Chakotay," Tom stated, then explained.  "The surrounding 
trees were from Dorvan 5, it was a beautiful location, and he 
didn't have much to drink."

"Ahhh.  What about the unicorns?"

"I'd bet on Megan and Jenny," Tom groaned as he 
remembered the herd of snow-white, mythical horses, who, 
when they noticed Tom, looked terrified, as much as 
equines could, before they went galloping off, shrieking, 
through the field of leola flowers, never to be seen again.

"Tom Paris, The Anti-Virgin," Harry choked out and laughed 
til tears came from his eyes.  Tom just sighed like a martyr 
until Harry recovered.  "Sorry, sorry. You've got to admit, it's 
pretty funny, though."

"I suppose," Tom allowed with a smirk, then called up 
another memory of their wedding day.  "The falcons were a 
nice touch," he sighed.

"Batehart, L'oTesh, and Sokar?" Harry asked quietly, 
naming the other pilots in rotation.

"Had to be," Tom agreed.

"They were beautiful.  Until they went after Wildman's 
doves," Harry cringed, reminding Tom of the feathery 
carnage that had ensued at that point.

"At least the butterflies emerged unscathed," Tom pointed 
out and they grinned at the picture of hundreds of thousands 
of red and blue butterflies that had covered damned near 
everything, except the pungent leola flowers.  "I think 
someone in Engineering came up with that one and didn't 
think anyone *else* would get around to doing it . . ."

" . . . But, everyone did.  Which is why we ended up with 
about a million of them," Harry looked at Tom and laughed.

"I'd bet on it," Tom said, nodding.  "They went nicely with the 
rainbows."

"An even dozen of *them*," Harry grinned.

"You can't have too many rainbows," Tom protested.

"It was night, remember?"

"It was only *half* night."

"With a full moon and lots of stars," Harry sighed.

"Plus sunrise *and* sunset, both going on at the exact same 
time," Tom smiled.

"Which makes it one-third night, then."

They laughed again.  "No one knew what time the wedding 
was supposed to be," Harry tried to excuse their 
well-meaning crew.

"Har, 'thirteen-hundred hours' is afternoon.  Not morning, not 
evening, and not night.  *Afternoon*."

"They meant well."

"Not everyone meant well."

"You're not thinking of the horny, naked wood nymphs, are 
you?"

Tom glared, remembered the contributions of a few of the 
more intoxicated former-Maquis.  

Harry sighed, trying not to dwell on the nymph-orgy that had 
gone on throughout most of the wedding.  The flaming red 
faces of Dalby, Henley, Ayala, and Jerron had exposed the 
culprits.  Chakotay had been seen talking sternly to them at 
the reception.

"Well, what about the cherubs?" Harry asked, to distract 
Tom from similar thoughts.  "They were kind of cute."

"Until the falcons went on strafing runs."

"I've never heard a cherub scream before," Harry mused, 
then shook himself out of it.  "The beaches were nice."

"Yeah, all *six* beaches.  Black sand, green sand, pink 
sand, blue sand, white sand, gray sand; it was a nightmare," 
Tom frowned.

"But, they went nicely with the rainbows," Harry soothed him, 
rubbing his back.

"Harry, they were *beaches*," Tom refreshed his memory. 
"With *oceans*.  Scattered around the desert of *red* sand 
and the waterfall, which came complete with *trees*."

"The white marble pavilion was beautiful," Harry sighed, 
thinking it was time to go off in a different direction.

"I could've done without the statues, Har," Tom said, a wry 
grin on his face.

"They were statues of *you*," Harry protested, looking up at 
his love.

"They were statues of me, *naked*, Harry," Tom groused.

Harry tried not to laugh, remembering the one in the 
fountain, with a semi-erect, and rather realistic-looking, 
rendering of Tom's cock, complete with the stream of water 
coming out the end of it.

Tom took note of Harry's shaking.  "The peeing fountain," he 
muttered with dark resignation.

"I'm sorry," Harry chortled.

Tom snorted.  "The Captain found it amusing."

"Yeah, she did, didn't she?" Harry murmured, as Tom 
nuzzled his ear.  "I wonder what her contribution was."

"I'd bet on the panda bears."

"You think?"

"Yeah.  She strikes me as being the panda bear type."

"They were rather striking against Tuvok's red desert."

"Until they collapsed from heat-exhaustion," Tom reminded 
him.  

"Hardly their fault, with all that fur. At least, they had fun in 
the waterfall, once they recovered.  Thoughtful of Naomi to 
program some bamboo for them."

"Very true.  She made a great flower-kid, too.  As soon as 
she stopped throwing up after picking the leola flowers," 
Tom recalled with a grimace.

"Now, Tom, *no* one could have known that picking them 
released a gas that smelled like rotten meat." 

"Granted, but someone should have *guessed*."

"Maybe so," Harry allowed with a grin.  "Poor kid.  She felt 
so badly about it.  But who knew that Seven was a 
sympathetic vomiter?"

"Speaking of Seven . . . What about her cathedral?  Sinking 
slowly into the blistering red sand of a Vulcan desert until 
only the belfry remained . . ."

"It was majestic."

"It had bats.  What about the ringing bells?"

"I'm sure the funereal sound was accidental."

"And the Hunchback?"

"He was frightened off by the panda bears."  <sigh>  "I don't 
want to talk about it anymore."

"Okay," Tom sighed into Harry's ear and curled around his 
love.

"Can you believe it?  It's our *wedding* night," Harry 
whispered, serious again, as he brought a hand up to stroke 
Tom's face.  

"I never thought we'd get here," Tom admitted quietly, his 
fingers sliding through his lover's hair. 

"I never had a doubt," Harry replied, then looked up so Tom 
could kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him. "I thought you 
were tired," he mumbled against soft, warm lips.

"I am, but I refuse to go to sleep on my wedding night 
without making love to the person responsible for the 
wedding in the first place," Tom breathed gently on the back 
of Harry's neck and tightened his arms to fend off the 
resulting shiver.

"I'm not arguing," Harry countered softly, then groaned as 
Tom's hands mapped his body, caressing here, massaging 
there.  "You've got the greatest hands." 

"I've got the greatest thing *in* my hands," Tom said quietly. 
"You."

"Touch me," Harry sighed.  "Everywhere."

"Try and stop me." 

"Wouldn't dare.  Wouldn't want to."

"Ohh, Harry, yes," Tom's soft voice turned harder when slick 
heat blazed his ear, his throat, his shoulder.  Nips and licks 
across his chest made him groan again and a hot hand 
coasting down one thigh brought him up in an arch, blindly 
seeking the warmth.

Fingers traced skin and lips followed as slow caresses grew 
faster, a little less careful.  Harry moaned into a wry chuckle 
when clever hands found his cock, knowing touches bringing 
him to complete arousal.  Silky wetness enveloped him and 
he bucked upward in surprise, a harsh cry torn from his lips, 
making Tom grin around his length.  His hands went into 
Tom's hair, holding him in place while he gently thrust into 
the delicious wet heat. Cold air hitting him shocked his eyes 
open to see Tom stretching out at his side, getting 
comfortable on his stomach.

"Want you," Tom said, still slightly out of breath.  "Now."

Harry reached into the stand and grabbed the lube, grinned 
at the remembered tree, and popped it open to slick his 
fingers.  Tom spread his legs for him, giving him plenty of 
room between them, and he groaned with need.  Nipping his 
way down sweaty skin, his fingers found the entrance to his 
lover's body and eased in with long, smooth strokes.  Harry 
grinned when Tom's hands buried themselves in the pillow, 
twisting it into a malformed lump as he moved backwards, 
impaling himself with a loud groan.

It became obvious that Harry was going to take his time and 
Tom thrashed with impatience, then wailed when the 
sensation of being filled disappeared, and he realized that 
his lover had removed the fingers within him. The wail 
changed frequency when another hard, throbbing presence 
slowly sank into his body, withdrew a little, and finally 
pushed even further inside him.  Tom clenched around 
Harry and he groaned, his lover's beautiful body undulating
beneath him, drawing him helplessly into the hot depths. 
Nothing in the quadrant had ever felt so good.  Nothing.

Every stroke of his cock turned up the fire that much more 
and soon they were both crying out against and along with 
each other until a faint noise distracted Harry.  Looking 
behind him, he saw Tom's foot hitting the mattress, each 
rhythmic thump an exclamation point to their love-making.

"That's it, Thumper," he ground out past clenched teeth. 
"That's it.  Come on, come on."

"Harry, *yes*, Harry," Tom cried out, until a deep thrust 
rendered him incapable of forming words, let alone complete 
sentences.  Another thrust coaxed a keening sound from his 
throat, which sharply increased in volume when Harry sped 
up.

"Come on, come for me.  Come for me," Harry growled, his 
own voice sacrificed to pleasure as they moved together, 
pushing one another closer and closer to completion.  A 
long thrust, deep and hard, brought Tom almost vertical with 
a shout and a second started a trembling that echoed its 
existence to Harry, who rode out the waves, holding on to 
Tom as he bucked, nearly throwing Harry off of him. 

Tom was hanging on by a thread until the moment a slick 
hand wrapped around his cock and then he was gone, 
climax rolling over him, head back on Harry's shoulder, 
shout torn from his throat, feeling Harry move harder and
faster inside him, and another yell sounded in the still room, 
voice growing louder as his lover exploded within him and 
liquid heat filled him like molten metal, setting the blood in 
his veins on fire. He fell forward and captured one of Harry's 
hands in his own, holding the man where he was, unwilling 
to let him go and lose the sweet warmth surrounding him. 

Harry lay there, quietly, sucking in air with every rough gasp 
of breath he could persuade his burning lungs to take.  He 
tried to ease gently off Tom's back, but a soft 'Don't' made 
him still and he rested his head on the man beneath him, 
cheek sliding along the slick vertebrae.  Eventually, he felt 
Tom sigh and moved a little, just testing, and pulled out and 
off when he heard no argument from his lover.

Tom peeled his eyes open to see Harry's soft brown ones 
right in front of him and he grinned slightly.  "Happy wedding 
night," he slurred and chuckled roughly, careful not to inhale 
the sheet under him. 

"Happy wedding night to you, too," Harry muttered back 
sleepily.

"Two whole days of this," Tom sighed with the utmost 
contentment as he rolled over with a groan and moved into 
Harry's arms.

"Honeymoons are a great reason to get married," Harry 
murmured, smiling down at Tom, who snorted and glared up 
at him. 

"Thanks a lot," Tom retorted.

"Then, there's always that other reason."

"And what reason is that?"

"How about, I want to spend forever with you, just like this, 
you and me, permanently?" Harry whispered.

Tom blinked rapidly and tightened his arms around Harry. 
"Is that why you had the Captain make the marriage contract 
valid for the next century?"

"Damned right," Harry growled.  "If you want out, we'll talk 
about it, then."

"What if I want a renewal?" Tom asked, apparently serious.

"For how long a term?" Harry asked, frowning.

"I kinda liked the sound of 'forever', myself," Tom said softly.

Harry sighed in relief and kissed Tom tenderly.  "Anything 
you want, Thumper.  Anything you want."


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