Title: Ride's Over
	Author: rita (mommacita1@juno.com)
	Rating: NC-17
	Pairing: P/K
	Sequel/Series: Sequel to "Train Ride"
	Archive: Yes
	Warnings: For indentured sexual servitude. Sequel to "Train Ride", as
	requested by several list folken.
	Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just like to play with 'em.

	Summary: Now what does Harry do with Tom?

	"What are you going to do with me?" It was the second time Tom had asked
	Harry that question. The first time, Harry had no trouble answering. This
	time was different.

	Harry sat on the bed in his old bedroom. Tom lay among the pillows looking
	delectable - lips bruised from kissing, face flushed from sex, eyes at
	half-mast. Harry had thought he was asleep as he began sorting through his
	belongings in preparation for leaving for his next assignment. Harry should
	have known better. Nothing escaped Tom's observation before he had enslaved
	himself; it was, if possible, even more true now.

	Harry took his slave/lover's hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.
	"I want to free you," he said simply, and waited for the torrent of
	insecurity.

	It didn't come. "Thank you," Tom said, smiling slightly at Harry's obvious
	anticipation of what he would reply. "That means more to me than anything
	else you could say to prove you love me. But if you just sold me to someone
	else before you leave, at least one of us would profit from it."

	"What are you talking about?" Harry cried out, bewildered. "You would be a
	free man. You could fly again."

	Tom shook his head. "My pilot's license has long since expired; I'd have to
	start over with coursework and all - that's not cheap.  Where would I get
	the credits? Besides, there isn't much call for freelance pilots anymore,
	with the AI-enhanced controls, everyone flies there own. And with
	indenturing, prostitution isn't a viable alternative either." He laughed.
	"So there went my two skill sets - obsolete!" He turned serious. "That's
	why I sold myself in the first place - I literally couldn't find a job
	outside Starfleet," he admitted softly. "If you freed me, even if you gave
	me credits to get me by for a while, I'd end up selling myself again. At
	least if you sell me, you'll get the credits."

	Harry shook his head in disbelief. There had to be another way. "I'll give
	you to my mother!" he declared triumphantly.

	"Right, Har," Tom chuckled, forgetting his place for a moment. "Your mom
	needs a sex slave." His blue eyes twinkled with amusement.

	Just as Tom's eyes were turning wary with the realization of what he had
	said to his master, Harry joined him in laughter. "Are you impugning my
	mother's sexual prowess?" Harry mock-growled at him. Tom shook his head
	with a grin, knowing Harry was teasing, and Harry pounced on him. "I guess
	I'll just have to teach you your place, slave!"

	Harry began ravishing Tom, licking and teasing all his ticklish spots,
	until Tom was helplessly giggling. The coverlet had long since vanished
	onto the floor, revealing Tom's fair, slender body, convulsed with
	laughter, his cock bouncing against his flat stomach. Harry's tickling took
	on a more intimate nature, his mouth concentrating on Tom's nipples,
	earlobes, and jawline, while his hands 'tickled' between Tom's legs. Tom's
	giggles turned to moans, his laughter-induced spasms into sensual squirms.
	Harry brought Tom to the edge and stopped abruptly, sitting up.

	Tom panted for a moment, then slid gracefully off the bed to kneel between
	his master's waiting legs. Gently he opened Harry's pants and coaxed the
	throbbing erection out and into his mouth, suckling it while his careful
	hands pulled the delicate sac out from hiding.

	Harry braced himself on the bed and did nothing to assist Tom. Tom licked
	and scraped Harry's long length while fingering the base and sac as though
	playing an instrument. It wasn't long before Harry hissed and his balls
	tried to escape Tom's ministrations. Immediately Tom sucked him down his
	throat, accepting the hot liquid spurting out under pressure. When Harry's
	member lay lax on Tom's tongue, Tom gently pulled away, licking as he went,
	until Harry was clean. As carefully as he had revealed Harry, Tom now hid
	him away, finally kneeling back, his own member purple and throbbing with
	need.

	Harry smiled down at the beauty he owned. For him, Tom would hold himself
	back. For him, Tom would suppress his need. Tom wouldn't or couldn't do it
	for his other masters, but Harry knew that for him, Tom would forego
	cumming totally. Or cum on command. Harry toed the underside of Tom's
	erection with his boot and watched as Tom bit his lip to suppress a moan.

	Tom looked up at Harry with complete trust, waiting to learn what he
	wanted. He felt Harry's booted toe at the base of his cock, but willed
	himself to ignore it. He caught the whispered, "Get ready to catch it," and
	bent his head in preparation.

	"Cum," said Harry softly, pressing ever so slightly up and back with his
	boot. Tom spurted straight up into his own mouth, sucking his cock in and
	capturing every drop. It was the ultimate in humiliation and the only way
	he knew to prove his love for Harry, far beyond that of loyal slave to
	master. When he was done he straightened his back and scooted a little away
	for inspection.

	Harry inspected his boot. It was clean and dry. He opened his arms to his
	love, who unhesitatingly launched himself into them. Harry held him as they
	kissed, tasting both of them on Tom's lips. He kept the kiss brief, pulling
	away quickly and patting Tom on the rump. "Go get dressed," he said
	breathily, "before I keep you like this all day."

	"I have nothing else to do," Tom pointed out.

	"But I do," Harry said, swatting him again and laughing. "Go on, now." As
	Tom went to the wardrobe, Harry whispered, "I can't sell you, I could never
	let you be with someone else again. I'll find a way for us to be together.
	I swear it."

	--TO BE CONTINUED (as a non-PWP)--