Disclaimer time once again!  One-hundred-and-forty-
seventh 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', 'Hunger', and 
'Overboard'.  Number eight in the 'I FEEL HOT' series.  
Yet another PWP.  Series is now over.  Yes, I know I've 
said that before, but this time I mean it.

Couldn't help the title.  When I heard the song of the 
similar title, I damned near fell on the floor, LMAO.  I 
think it fits this story.  You be the judge.


'Tubthumper' by Amirin


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Tom peeled open one heavy eyelid and simply looked 
across the tub at Harry, who was doing his best to act 
like the bare foot running up Tom's leg was in no way 
connected to him.  Tom sighed and reached down through 
the silky water to grasp Harry's ankle and pull the 
man's foot into his lap.  Firm, unusually gifted fingers 
made quick work of the tension he found in the calf and 
arch and soon his beloved was melting into the 
fragrantly oiled water surrounding them both.

"You are so good at that," Harry murmured, his movement 
sending a small wave to lap at Tom's chest.

"Thanks," Tom acknowledged softly.  "Relax, Har.  Just 
lay back and relax."

The steam curling upward from the hot water was coating 
Harry's golden skin with a delicious-looking sheen and 
Tom couldn't help licking his lips at the sight of the 
drops coalescing on the beautiful body of the man he
loved more than anything.  Eagle-sharp eyes followed 
every single one as they slid slowly down Harry's torso, 
to remingle with the water in the large bathtub.  Tom 
let out a sigh when Harry licked the sweat from his 
upper lip and he shifted uncomfortably when the sultry, 
chocolate gaze arrested his own.

"You're beautiful, Harry," Tom reverently answered the 
unspoken question brimming in the brown eyes of the man 
he married.  The same man who was currently moving 
deliberately toward him, sending small tidal waves 
splashing against the sides of the over-full tub.  Soft, 
sweet lips touched his and his arms came around Harry of 
their own free will, not that he begrudged them in the 
slightest.  He understood all too well the deep-seated 
need to hold this wonderful man within them.  
Contentment joined cleansing sweat in oozing from his 
pores and he smiled with quiet happiness.  Another kiss 
broke his train of thought and he looked at Harry, who 
was settling gracefully into the curve of his side with 
a near-silent sigh.

"A guy could get used to this honeymoon thing," he 
murmured playfully, grin widening at Harry's warm 
chuckle.

"You're only supposed to be allowed one," Harry reminded 
him wryly.

"Good thing I blew it on you, then, huh?" Tom shot back 
with a fond look into brown eyes framed by spiky-wet 
lashes.

"Smartest thing you ever did," Harry agreed and joined 
Tom's snort with a laugh of his own.

"I gotta agree, Har.  Marrying you was the smartest 
thing I've ever done.  Really."  Love and sincerity 
wrapped around Harry like a blue-grey blanket and he 
tenderly kissed the man whose eyes that blanket matched. 
Heaven.

"I'll drink to that," he mumbled before easing away and 
reaching over the side of the tub for the bottle of 
champagne chilling in an old-fashioned icebucket, next 
to a couple of glasses that had been wedding presents
from Tuvok.  A muffled pop signaled the bottle's opening 
a moment later and he hurriedly brought it almost into 
the tub, to keep it from foaming onto the floor.

Tom let out a muffled yell as the stuff hit his chest.  
"Shit, that's freezing!"

"Shh, sorry.  I'm sorry," Harry murmured, wondering 
where the washcloth had gotten to.  He couldn't find it 
anywhere and suspected it might be under Tom.  Looking 
at the bubbles fizzing merrily through the chest hair of
his spouse, a faint grin crossed his features a second 
before his head lowered and his tongue lapped up the 
sweet-tart liquid he'd spilled on Tom.  Placing the 
bottle into the niche in the wall had the added  
advantage of freeing his hands and he held Tom still as 
his mouth went to work, drinking the warming champagne 
from the pilot's body.

"Ohhh, damn.  So good," Tom sighed, feeling Harry's 
tongue dip into the notch at the base of his throat.  He 
gasped softly as careful teeth nipped along his 
collarbone and groaned in sensory delight when Harry 
moved between his legs, sending small waves of water 
onto the floor.

Neither man really cared.

Harry stretched out full-length along Tom, holding onto 
his love with one hand and the side of the huge tub with 
the other.  He wiggled around a little, coaxing another 
groan out of Tom, whose bending knees were reflexively 
drawing his legs up and around Harry's waist.

Both of Harry's arms wound around Tom's neck and he 
leaned forward, devouring the pilot's lips in a kiss as 
hot and wet and wonderful as the water around them.

Tom sighed and opened immediately, seducing Harry's 
tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.  Slick hands 
stroked Harry's back, grasping futilely at the slippery 
skin over strong shoulderblades, then down the lower 
back and hips to the man's perfect ass.  

Harry moaned as a single finger caressed him, following 
the valley between his buttocks, and he cried out into 
Tom's mouth when it stopped teasing and finally entered 
him.

Tom held Harry securely, riding out the convulsive 
shudder that went through the man as he pushed even  
further inside him, finger-fucking him gently.  Sweat 
ran down his back and into the water as Harry thrashed
in his arms, hot, hard length rubbing against his own 
like two sticks trying to make a blaze burst into flame 
between them.  

Harry never really noticed the second finger joining the 
first inside him until they began stretching him, all 
the while continuing the deep, slow thrusts that were 
driving him out of his mind.  He groaned into Tom's 
mouth until he was dizzy, then pulled away, buried his 
face in the man's shoulder, and shivered helplessly.

Tom quieted Harry's protest when he realized that the 
wonderful presence within him had disappeared, choking 
off his complaints with mind-blowing kisses as he 
maneuvered the man on top of him until Harry's strong 
legs were straddling his body.

Harry sat up slowly, feeling Tom's cock nudging at his 
body's entrance, met the blue eyes in a face flushed 
with arousal and heat, and smiled in total agreement 
with what he knew Tom wanted.

"Har, please," Tom gasped out, as Harry began grinding 
against him unmercifully.  "Ride me.  Ohh, please.  
Please."

Harry eased up just enough to position Tom's hard length 
outside him and slowly slid back down on it, inch after 
glorious inch disappearing within him.  His head fell 
back with a grimace which could easily have been 
confused with pain, except that Tom knew better.  

Tom knew exactly how good it felt and cried out when he 
was buried as far inside Harry as he could be.  He 
opened his eyes enough to watch Harry rise slowly above 
him and any protest he might have made was choked off 
the moment Harry sank back down, then rose up again only 
to fall again, driving coherent thought from Tom's mind 
as the breath left his body.  

Harry felt the slight vibrations before he heard them, 
Tom's heel connecting with the bottom of the bathtub,  
thumps gradually coming faster as he went faster, every 
movement driving Tom more and more deeply into him and 
he couldn't help smiling.

Tom moaned out loud as Harry rode him, body in constant 
motion, pushing him closer to absolute heaven.  Too 
much, it was too much, and then it was more, Harry 
tightening around him, demanding his pleasure from him 
and he gave it willingly, helpless to deny the man 
anything as response after response was coaxed and taken 
and kept and then his eyes focused on Harry, eyes closed 
in bliss, mouth open, gasping, lost in his own 
enjoyment, his own desire, and their hands met, 
surrounding Harry's cock as they worked together to 
stroke him to completion even as Tom's was coming upon 
him, wave after wave of heat and Harry and delicious, 
searing ecstasy as they came, seconds apart, first Tom, 
then Harry, crying out, voices echoing as tremors raced 
through each of them until Harry finally collapsed on 
top of Tom who wrapped his arms around him, safe, warm, 
loved. 

They lay there quietly, panting together, Tom's hand 
smoothing the hair off Harry's forehead so that he could 
see his beautiful eyes, glowing and sated in the soft 
light of the room.

"Love you, Thumper," Harry murmured, snuggling closer, 
sighing as strong arms came around him just seconds 
before a wry chuckle reached his ears.

"Love you too, Harry," Tom said softly as they lay 
silent and satisfied, together, and the water gradually 
cooled around them.

"We should get out before we melt," Harry mumbled a 
short while later and Tom snorted tiredly.

"Too late," he replied, kissing Harry's forehead as 
brown eyes opened and did their damnedest to focus on 
his.

Tom frowned as Harry wiggled, and he wondered what his 
love was up to, until a faint whooshing sound reached 
his ears and the water level began dropping 
dramatically.

Harry chuckled at Tom's grumble and pulled back far 
enough to see the look on the man's face.

"We can do this again tomorrow," he offered, hand 
smoothing the wet, springy curls sprinkled across the 
chest of the man he loved.

"I know," Tom sighed, then yawned, shaking his head.

"Any longer and you might have fallen asleep and 
drowned," Harry said with a grin.

"True," Tom nodded and groaned as Harry moved backward, 
letting him stand up.  He reached down to help Harry to 
his feet and stepped out of the bathtub before grabbing 
one of the huge bath sheets warming by the fireplace.  
He placed a quick kiss on the end of Harry's nose, then
wrapped him up in the dark, thick burgundy cloth, 
rubbing him briskly to chase the chill away.

Harry reached behind him and snagged the deep blue 
towel, the match to his own, and dried Tom off, making 
sure that as much water had been absorbed as possible.  
He rescued the almost-forgotten bottle of champagne and
picked up the glasses, before making his way over to 
Tom, who was turning the sheets back on the bed they'd 
be spending the night in.

Harry filled both glasses, put the bottle on the stand 
next to the bed and, handing one to Tom, crawled between 
the sheets after him.

"Happy wedding night.  Again," Tom murmured, kissing his 
love softly.

"Happy wedding night.  Again," Harry answered with a 
gentle smile and a sip of the barely-cool champagne.  
They drained the glasses, placed them on the stand next 
to the bottle, and slid into each other's arms.

"Thumper?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Tom chuckled.

"Are we really going to do this every five years?" Harry 
looked up at him, mischief in his eyes.

"You'd better believe it," Tom growled playfully, 
kissing him into laughter.  "I don't care if we have to 
do this for *another* twenty years. We'll just keep 
getting remarried until they learn to leave the damned
program alone."


~~~end