This Little Piggy
by Derora  (derora@erols.com)
December 1997


Warning: This story is a brief interlude in the romantic and 
sexual lives of Tom Paris and Harry Kim.  If the notion of 
consenting male adults being in love and having sex disturbs 
you, or if you are underage, then just be on your way.  And if it 
doesn't disturb you, please read on.

Disclaimer:  Paramount is God.  Bend over, grab your ankles, 
and worship loudly.  (Seriously, no infringement of copyright is 
intended.)

Do not re-post or use this piece of original fiction on your 
personal FTP or web site without my permission.

Personal Notes: Many thanks to Stef, Joanne, and Matt M. for 
beta-reading for me.

Summary:  Tom and Harry celebrate an anniversary with a 
private act in a public place.


"This Little Piggy"
by Betsy


"Tom, aren't you ready yet?"

Harry Kim entered Tom Paris' quarters, surprised not to find his 
best friend and lover ready and waiting for him.  Tom had been 
rather mysterious when he asked Harry to join him at Sandrine's 
tonight, so Harry half expected that he would have come 
looking for him by now. 

"I'm here," said Tom, poking his head out from the bedroom and 
gracing Harry with a dazzling smile.  As usual, Harry was left 
speechless for a moment at the sight of that smile -- the one 
that Tom shared only with him. The sight of Tom's bare legs, 
skimpy briefs, and bare chest as he pulled on his simple, white 
shirt could also leave Harry speechless, but tonight he only 
said, "Are you about ready, love?  I assume B'Elanna's waiting 
to beat us at pool."

"Maybe, maybe not.  You'll just have wait and see."  Tom 
walked over to Harry, then paused in the buttoning of his shirt to 
lean closer and give the ensign a long, warm kiss.  "Yum, 
peppermint," Tom said with a smile, licking his lips.  "My little 
after-dinner mint, my lemon drop, my bonbon," he murmured, 
punctuating each silly endearment with a small kiss on Harry's 
throat.

"Tom, are you sure you want to go out tonight?"  Harry swayed 
unsteadily on his feet under Tom's sensual onslaught.  "We 
could just stay here and you could kiss me in lots more 
places..."

"Later, sweetheart.  I have plans for tonight."  Tom reluctantly 
moved out of Harry's arms and went back into the bedroom to 
finish dressing, with Harry watching appreciatively from the 
doorway.  

"Do you really have to wear those jeans?" Harry teased.  "You 
look so much better without them."  

Tom laughed as he tucked in his shirt and slipped on a pair of 
well-worn loafers.  "Yes, I'm sure.  I don't think Tuvok would look 
kindly on a senior officer going pantless.  And you look pretty 
sexy yourself, Ensign," Tom said in a soft, husky tone as he 
admired Harry's black t-shirt and black drawstring pants. 
<Perfect.>  "Now come on, let's get to Sandrine's before it gets 
too crowded."

"No socks?"  Harry looked down curiously at Tom's feet inside 
the loafers.

"No socks," replied Tom casually.  "Now come on, my love."

~~~~~~~~

Tom steered Harry through the crowd at Sandrine's, nodding to 
people as they passed but not stopping to talk to anyone.  He 
half- led, half-pushed Harry through the bar, to a table for two in 
a dimly lit back corner.

Tom almost laughed at the expression on Harry's face as he 
lowered himself into the chair.  Harry looked first at the small 
"Reserved" sign on the table, then at the bottle of what looked 
like champagne in an ice bucket by the table, and finally at the 
long black tablecloth and napkins on the table.

"What's going on here tonight?" asked Harry.  "Did you 
reprogram Sandrine to redecorate and take reservations?"

"Just programmer's privilege tonight.  Happy anniversary, 
sweetheart."

"Anniversary?  Did I forget something?"

"Just a memorable day for me, Harry. One year ago today was 
the first day that I realized I wanted to make love to you.  And 
I've wanted to every day since."

Harry smiled at his sweet, sentimental lover and lifted Tom's 
hand to his lips for a soft kiss. "And I'm glad you do.  So does 
this mean that if I want to be able to celebrate the anniversary 
of the first time we actually *did* make love, I'll have to let you 
keep fucking me?"

"You'll *let* me fuck you?  Gee, thanks Harry!"

Now, it was Harry's turn to laugh at the expression of righteous 
indignation on Tom's face as he brought his hand back to his 
lips.  Instead of kissing it this time, Harry began to slowly lick 
Tom's fingers one by one.  The look on Tom's face rapidly 
changed to one of dazed arousal.  And when Harry began to 
suck his fingers into his mouth, Tom felt his whole body stiffen 
with a delicious sexual tension, and leading the charge was the 
erection trying to push its way out of his jeans.

"Harry," Tom managed to say in a strangled voice.  "Slow down, 
sweetheart, or this evening will be over a lot earlier than I 
planned."

"What, exactly, do you have planned, my love?"

"All in good time.  Here, have some champagne."  Tom popped 
the cork on the bottle and poured, then raised his glass towards 
Harry, locking his eyes with the warm, brown ones that seemed 
to reflect his very soul.  "To my Harry," Tom said with a soft 
smile.  "Who shows me every day what it means to love and be 
loved.  Who holds my heart in his hand and keeps it safe.  Who 
keeps *me* safe.  I love you."

"I love you."  That was about all that Harry could get out -- he 
felt so overwhelmed by the vastness of Tom's love for him.  It 
was all he'd ever hoped for, all he ever wanted.

Tom took a sip of his champagne, and motioned for Harry to do 
the same.  "Drink up, Harry -- you're going to need it."

"Tom, don't you think it's about time you told me what you have 
planned for tonight?  You're being very mysterious."

"No, I think it's time I showed you.  Computer," he said in a 
voice that would not attract too much attention, "initiate 
sequence Paris Gamma 7D."

Harry looked around the bar, but didn't see anything different.  
Sandrine's was not too busy this evening, but there was a group 
around the pool table, and another around the bar.  The tables 
near them in the back of the bar were pretty much empty.

It was only when Harry looked back at Tom that he discovered 
the change to the program.  The lighting around their table had 
been decreased - not enough to draw attention, but enough that 
it made it a little harder for Harry to see the brilliance of Tom's 
eyes.

Before he could ask once again what was going on, Tom spoke 
up, in a low, rough voice that sent shivers up Harry's spine. 
"Harry, put the napkin in your lap."

<Well, that was interesting.>  Harry shook out the black napkin 
and placed it carefully in his lap.  "OK?  Have I passed the table 
manners test?"  He smiled at Tom, but the question in his eyes 
was quite clear.

Tom gave his lover a wide, slow grin.  "No test, love.  Just a 
reward.  Now lean back in your chair and scoot down a little." 
Tom watched carefully as Harry complied, that smile never 
leaving his face.  "Good.  Now, untie your pants, Harry."

"Tom?  What are you thinking?"  

"Do it for me, love.  Untie your pants and pull them down in 
front." Harry's face was a delicious contrast of confusion and 
arousal, Tom thought.  He allowed himself a satisfied smile as 
he watched Harry's hands reach below the table and fumble at 
his waist.  Tom felt his own cock stiffen even more as he saw 
Harry shift in his seat, knowing those pants had been pulled 
down below that beautiful cock.

"And your briefs, Harry?  Did you pull those down, too?"

Harry shook his head, hoping that the darkness over their table 
hid his blush as well as his unfastened pants.

"Then do it, Harry.  Pull your briefs down and lift your cock out."

"Tom!"  Harry's voice was little more than a strangled gasp at 
that point.  He felt equally excited and embarrassed, and not 
sure which would win out.  "You *can't* be thinking what I think 
you're thinking.  This is hardly a private place here. If you want 
to jerk me off, let's just go back to your cabin."

Tom chuckled -- a sexy, throaty laugh, it seemed to Harry.  Not 
at all how Tom usually sounded.  "You're wrong, my love.  I 
don't want to jerk you off -- at least not now.  And I'm well aware 
of the fact that we're in public.  Now pull down your briefs or I'll 
do it for you.  And I won't be subtle about it."

Harry gulped, and hesitated a long moment before his hands 
once again moved under the table.  He made sure that the 
tablecloth was pulled around him as much as possible, and 
stared into Tom's eyes as he shifted slightly in his seat once 
again, noting how the blue irises darkened in arousal.  Indeed, 
Tom's imagination was filled with the picture of Harry lowering 
his underwear and exposing his thick cock and warm, heavy 
testicles. 

Harry was almost beginning to enjoy this advantage over Tom. 
He knew that Tom had to be getting quite uncomfortable in 
those tight jeans.  He watched his lover take a long gulp of his 
champagne, as if to try to cool himself off.

"Now what?" Harry asked with a grin that could only be 
described as wicked.

"Is your napkin covering you?"

"Yesss..."

"Then give me your hands." As Harry brought his hands back 
onto the table, Tom reached out and intertwined his fingers with 
Harry's.  "Don't let go, Harry."

For what seemed to Harry to be an eternity, nothing happened. 
Then he nearly bolted out of his chair when he felt Tom's bare 
foot press against his cock.  He looked across the table to see 
an aroused, satisfied look on Tom's face, but the man said 
nothing as he began to move his foot slowly along the 
rapidly-increasing length of Harry's cock. As this sensual torture 
continued, Harry could do little except release a whisper of a 
moan and lean back into his chair once again. 

"Shhh, Harry.  No noise.  We're just sitting here having a nice 
quiet drink.  I want you to act like nothing unusual is happening."

"Easy for you to say," Harry said in a choked voice, as he 
wiggled down a little further to increase the pressure of Tom's 
foot on his aching hardness.

Tom's smile was wicked as he rocked the length of his foot 
against Harry's warm cock.  Harry's expression showed both his 
ecstasy and his agony as Tom shifted his foot back, then 
touched only his big toe to a soft, heavy testicle.  He rubbed it 
gently, then shifted his attention to its twin.

Harry could not prevent the whimper that escaped his mouth.  
"Tommmm," he moaned softly.  "What are you *doing* to me?" 
"Well, love," Tom chuckled, "let me explain it to you.  I'm playing 
footsie with you.  And I'm going to keep doing it until you come 
for me. And you're not going to make a sound and you're going 
to keep a perfectly straight face." 

"And how do you propose I do *that*?"

"With great difficulty, I imagine," Tom laughed softly.  "But 
you're a Starfleet officer.  Let's see you uphold the standard, 
hon." Tom began to slowly move his toes along the length of 
Harry's cock.  Harry was hard pressed to keep a straight face, 
but was mostly successful.  "Do you remember how it goes, 
Harry?"

Harry's mind was distracted by the sensations which were 
racing along his cock, and couldn't quite grasp Tom's question. 
"How what goes?"

"The nursery rhyme."

"What nursery rhyme?"

Tom moved his foot until only his big toe was massaging the 
head of Harry's cock.  He began to recite softly.  "This little 
piggy went to market."  He moved his big toe off Harry's moist 
warmth and moved his second toe into its place.  "This little 
piggy stayed home."  He worked his toe into the weeping slit of 
Harry's hardness for a few moments, then began to brush his 
middle toe down the length of his lover's cock.  "This little piggy 
had roast beef."  He switched both directions and toes as he 
pulled his fourth toe up the long length of Harry.  "This little 
piggy had none."  As he vibrated his little toe down the 
throbbing vein on the underside of Harry's hardness, his voice 
dropped to sexy whisper.  "And this little piggy went 'wee, wee, 
wee' all the way home." 

Harry and Tom moaned softly in unison as they both felt Harry's 
cock jerk and grow even harder. "Tom, please.  I can't stand 
this anymore.  Can't we go now and finish this?"

"Finish?  Of course we can finish, sweetheart.  Right here." 
Truth to be told, Tom was having a hard time controlling his own 
reactions to the feel of Harry's cock under his foot and the 
sound of whispered groans from across the table.  But he wasn't 
going to let anything interfere with the scenario he had planned, 
even Harry.  He moved the arch of his foot back full against 
Harry and started moving it slowly up and down the hardness 
underneath it.

"More, love.  Harder.  Faster."  Harry's face was really quite 
calm, but the wiggle of his hips that Tom could feel under the 
table betrayed his arousal.  Tom smiled lovingly at him, and 
obliged him in part by pressing a little harder against Harry. 
Their eyes met and held, both caught up in the sensuous heat 
of the hidden drama taking place under the cover of the 
tablecloth.  

"Hi guys."

Harry and Tom both jerked in surprise.  They had been so 
caught up in each other that neither noticed B'Elanna 
approaching.  And now here she was right next to the table.

"So what's up? Mind if I pull up a chair?"  Harry just stared at 
her in horror. Tom, after a few false starts of incoherent 
sputters, managed to get out a few words.  "Uh, B'Elanna?"

B'Elanna turned back from the extra chair she was headed for 
at the next table.  "Yeah?"

"Would you mind if we got together tomorrow night instead? 
Harry and I are celebrating something tonight."

<Yeah,> Harry thought with a shudder as Tom's toes touched 
his aching cock once more. <My first public orgasm.>

"Oh."  B'Elanna looked faintly embarrassed for a moment, then 
grinned as she surveyed the faces of the men in front of her. 
"Sure, that's fine. But are you sure this is a celebration?  Harry 
looks a little...oh, I don't know...distressed."

Tom answered for him, as he gripped as much of Harry's cock 
between his big and second toes as he could.  "No, everything's 
fine, B'Ela."  Hoping to distract her from looking at Harry too 
closely, he said, "I heard about the warp plasma injectors acting 
up earlier.  Did you get everything straightened out?"  Tom 
managed to keep a straight face as he listened to B'Elanna 
expound at length on the evening's repairs in Engineering. 
Harry, however, was not quite as successful, given that he was 
skillfully being jerked off by Tom's toes.  <He's torturing me.> 
Harry wanted to scream in frustration.  Harry wanted to laugh with joy.

B'Elanna's voice trailed off as she realized that neither Tom nor 
Harry was really paying much attention, even though Tom 
seemed to be trying.  She smiled as their eyes locked again and 
said--mostly to herself--"I think I'll see if Henley is up for a game 
of pool."  Neither man noticed as she wandered off, a broad grin 
on her face.

Harry found his voice at last.  "Tom, please.  *Now*.  Please, 
sweetheart," he whispered hoarsely.  Tom was pleased to note, 
however, that Harry's face was still relatively calm.

"All right, love.  You've been very good, and you deserve to be 
rewarded.  Just remember, no noise, no visible signs."

"Anything," Harry gasped in an agony of arousal.

"Is your napkin still on your lap?" 

Harry loosened his grip from one of Tom's hands and reached 
under the table to adjust the black napkin, which had slipped 
part way off his lap.  He covered his cock again, checked the 
coverage of the tablecloth, and brought his hand back up to link 
his fingers with Tom's.  "OK, love," he said eagerly, "I'm ready." 
So ready, in fact, that he no longer cared where he was or who 
might be watching.

Tom chuckled, knowing that Harry's eagerness would soon 
change into something entirely different.  He tightened his toes 
even more firmly around Harry's cock, feeling it to be almost 
impossibly hard and hot. He began to move his toes up and 
down in a quick, rhythmic motion, bracing his elbows on the 
table to keep his balance.  Tom poured all his concentration into 
making his lover come, pressing his heel onto Harry's cock on 
the upstrokes and gripping hard on the downstrokes.  He stared 
intently at Harry as he forced his trembling leg to maintain its 
rhythm, to move his toes as hard and his fast as they could on 
Harry's cock.  He was rewarded when at last he felt tightening in 
Harry's balls and a jerking in the penis between his toes.  He 
watched Harry's eyes cloud over, and his mouth open to gasp in 
more air.  Harry's fingers gripped his almost to the point of pain 
as his eyes widened and his cock began to spurt over Tom's 
toes.  Tom kept up the stroking pressure as Harry came, noting 
with pride that only Harry's eyes and deep breathing revealed 
what was happening under the table.  

To Harry, it seemed as though he ejaculated for hours.  He kept 
his eyes locked on Tom, noting the love and pride in his lover's 
eyes as his cock finally emptied into the napkin on his lap. 
Tom's toes relaxed on his cock, now rubbing it slowly and softly 
as Harry fell against the back of the chair with a shuddering 
sigh.

"Oh my god," Harry sighed.  "That was incredible."

"I'm glad you liked it, love."  Tom drew Harry's hands to his lips 
and kissed each one softly in turn.  "You did very well.  I doubt if 
anyone noticed."

"I don't care if they did.  That was...incredible."

Tom smiled at his beautiful lover's sudden lack of linguistic 
skills.  "Why don't you clean us up a bit, love?"

Harry reached under the table and wiped his cock off with the 
now mostly damp napkin, then found a dry corner to gently wipe 
off Tom's toes and foot. While it was still on his lap, he took the 
opportunity to cradle Tom's foot gently and rub it for a moment. 
"Thank you, love," Harry whispered.

"You are more than welcome, sweetheart.  Come on Harry, let's 
go home." Tom reached for the champagne bottle and glasses. 
As he slipped his foot back into his shoe and pushed back from 
the table, though, he caught sight of his very noticeable erection 
pushing against the zipper of his jeans.  He looked up at Harry 
with a rueful grin.

"Looks like I have a little problem here, Harry.  Can I walk out 
behind you?"

Harry reached back under the table and pulled up his briefs and 
pants.  As he retied the drawstring, however, he noticed a rather 
substantial wet spot where his ejaculate had escaped from the 
napkin.  He looked up at Tom with a smile on his face.  "Sorry, 
love.  The napkin wasn't entirely effective. I was hoping to walk 
out behind you."

"Well," Tom grinned back.  "I guess we could just stay here till 
we dry out.  And calm down."

"No," Harry replied firmly. "I need you to fuck me.  Now."  He 
noted Tom's small whimper, but continued determinedly.  "So 
we're leaving, one way or the other."  Harry surveyed the table 
in front of them, looking for a solution that wouldn't embarrass 
them too much.  "I've got it," he said at last.  "You go first, and 
hold the champagne bottle in front of your crotch.  And I'll walk 
right behind you."

"Oh yeah, that will look *real* natural."  But he did as Harry 
suggested and rose with the champagne bottle mostly hiding his 
erection.  He waited for Harry to rise, then leaned over to kiss 
him briefly and lovingly before shifting to let Harry snuggle up 
closely behind him. "All in all, Harry, real natural."

Feeling like they were on display, Tom and his shadow Harry 
moved slowly out of the holographic bar and on towards the 
private portion of their celebration.  Neither man noticed the first 
officer watching them with a mixture of amusement and 
yearning on his face.

The End