2001 Golden Orgasm Award: Third Place VOY Paris/Kim


Set, Game and Defeat






Series. VOY

Pairing: P/K

Code: NC-17, PWP

Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de

Summary: A billiard-game





Disclaimer: Paraborg/Viacom owns the whole Star Trek universe. I only borrowed a little part of it for some fun. No moneymaking, no offence of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction.


If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with m/m-sex and relationships, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for her quick beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.




“You have to push slowly, right at the point and then it will go in, where it belongs.”


Gosh, Tom, do you know how horny you make me with such words? Especially when they are voiced when you bend yourself over the billiard-table and present me your sexy ass in much too tight  pants. I want to touch it, I want to push my cock inside, I want to feel you in me. Gosh, I’m so hard my pants will burst soon if I don’t stop such thoughts now.


You turn around and smile at me. “It’s your turn. Harry.” Have you seen my erection, although I tried to turn away quickly?


I take the stick with shaking hands and bent over the table. But I can’t concentrate on hitting the ball.


“No, no”, you say. “You will never hit the hole that way.” You press up against me to guide my hand. Oh, I wish you would hit my hole. Now!


Is this a bulge in your pants that I feel against my ass? Can it be? I gasp involuntarily as your hands suddenly and without any warning stroke over my groin.


“I guess it’s time for another game, Harry.”


Oh yes, it is. Gosh. I waited for this for years. Will it become reality now?


Your hands are gone and I hear a rustle behind me. I push my own pants eagerly down. Then I feel a stark naked and engorged cock pressed against my backside. It happens not fast enough for me. Not after all this years of waiting. I push eagerly back at you, want to feel you in me, deep, as deep as ever possible.


You stroke my engorged cock. And I moan with pleasure. “Gosh, Tom, hurry!”


“You are too impatient, Harry.” You stroke me a few more times then I feel your hands at my ass. One finger teases my opening, then slips easily in. But that’s not what I have yearned for. “Your cock not your fingers”, I moan. “I want your cock. This gorgeous looking cock.”


“You are really impatient.” You tease me one more time with your fingers, then I feel your organ pressed against my opening. I push back. Yes, finally, you will be mine, I will have you inside me as I yearned since the day I saw you first at Deep Space Nine. I feel the tip of your cock enter me and then…


… you are gone as well as the whole billiard-table.


I stumble to the floor.


It took my seven years to built a perfect hologram of Tom Paris to satisfy a dream – not to say a hunger – the real Tom never would. I just had finished it when we returned to Earth. And now when I was my goal this near I hear Janeway’s cool voice: “Any crew-members have to leave the ship in five minutes. Any systems will be shut down for repair then. Anybody please report immediately to the transporter-rooms.”


Damn. Damn. Damn. Finished but defeated.