Last Time:
"Hey, over here! You won't believe what we just heard," Meagan
shouted.
"Yeah, Tom and Chakotay have been secret lovers for sometime now!"
Jenny added.
and now:
Room Mates Part 12
By Morticia
"You sly devil, you," Harry sniggered as he met Tom Paris in the
turbolift.
"What?" Tom asked in complete confusion. He was still frantically
running his fingers through his uncombed hair in an attempt to at
least LOOK as though he had brushed it.
Chakotay had given him a glare of such malevolence when he had
wandered into the living area for coffee, that he had nearly choked
on the spot. After several painful minutes of silence, Chakotay had
disappeared into the bathroom and Tom had taken the opportunity to
leg-it out of their quarters.
"You and Chakotay," Harry sniggered, winking and digging Tom
playfully in the ribs. "B'Elanna said you were doing the horizontal
tango together last night."
Tom's mouth gaped open in complete horror, and for once in his life he
was speechless. His shock was completely missed by the Ensign as the
door opened to let them onto the bridge and it was a very subdued and
blushing Tom who took his place at the helm amidst a chorus of cat
calls.
Fortunately for Tom, Tuvok arrived a few moments later and since no
one quite had enough nerve to say anything in front of the Vulcan,
some normality was resumed.
Every time Tom heard the bridge doors swish open, he jumped nervously
in his seat and surreptitiously looked over his shoulder, but
Chakotay didn't arrive and Tom could hardly ask Tuvok why the
commander had apparently taken the day off.
By lunchtime, Tom's stomach hurt so much he couldn't decide whether
he felt hungry or felt sick. He tried to ignore Harry's expectant
glance and instead shrank a little further into the helm.
"Mr. Paris, your lunch break started 2.4 minutes ago," Tuvok stated,
"I suggest you leave now to ensure your prompt return."
Tom turned to tell the Vulcan that he'd rather starve than run the
risk of bumping into Chakotay in the mess hall, but something in
Tuvok's face told him not to bother. So he attempted an air of
nonchalance, as he swung out of his chair and joined Harry at the
lift.
Tuvok hid a smug grin behind his impassive face. He didn't really
care whether Tom ate today or not, but he knew that Harry was
unlikely to eat lunch without his friend and that was unacceptable.
Tuvok could feel the first stirrings of blood fever creeping through
his veins. By tonight he was going to be Tuvok, sex-god of Voyager,
and his little love-bunny Harry was going to have a really BIG
surprise. The little ensign was going to need all the calories he
could get.
~~~
"So, Tom, is it true?" Dalby stage-whispered as he joined the queue
behind the blond pilot. The mess hall was immediately filled with a
clatter of dropping forks as everyone abruptly lost interest in their
food and swiveled their heads to hear Tom's answer.
The sick feeling in Tom's stomach lurched again. He had expected
something like this, of course. He was going to KILL B'Elanna. He
wasn't sure, though, why he was finding it so difficult to handle.
Where the hell was his poise? Why did it matter? This wasn't the
first 'morning after the night before' where he had found his off-
duty activities to be the main source of ship's gossip. Was it just
embarrassment because Chakotay was a man or because the whole thing
had been such an unmitigated disaster?
He tried to just shrug Dalby's question away, but Ken was enjoying
being the centre of attention too much to just let the matter drop.
"I mean, it explains a lot," he drawled.
Tom spun to face him "What the hell do you mean?"
"Well, I never understood why he hadn't kicked your butt off this
ship years ago. Obviously he's found a better thing to stick in your
butt than his shoe. Gotta admit it though, Tom, it's a damned NICE
butt."
Tom's first instinctive reaction was to punch Dalby's smirk straight
off his face, but he hadn't survived Auckland without learning that a
violent response to teasing only gave people more ammunition to throw
at him. He couldn't afford to look vulnerable, so he met Dalby's leer
with a grin of his own.
"Why do you assume I'M the bottom?" Tom replied smoothly and was
pleased to see Dalby's eyes go huge at the implication. Then he
realised that the huge eyes were actually looking at a point over his
shoulder. Tom didn't even have to turn around to guess who he was
looking at.
*Shit! I'm dead,* Tom told himself for the second time in less than
24 hours.
~~~
"No way, Tom."
Tom gave Harry his best woeful look, the one that disarmed charging
Klingons at 20 paces. He masterfully thrust his lower lip out in a
cute pout, and then spoke in a wheedling voice.
"Harry, Harry, Harry. you're my BEST friend. My ONLY friend," and he
pretended to blink back a tear, "You can't stand by and let me DIE!
You HAVE to swap quarters with me!"
Harry knew Tom well enough to tell that the whole ham-like
performance was covering up some genuine fear. Tom truly was
terrified of staying with Chakotay that night. Even so, Harry
wasn't going to give up on his chance with Tuvok without a fight.
"So, you've had a lover's tiff, Tom. Surely you can just kiss and
make up or something?" Harry asked desperately, too aware of the
possible ruination of his own nefarious plans to be as sympathetic as
Tom would have liked.
"We are NOT lovers!" Tom spat
"Jenny said you told Dalby that you and the commander have been
fucking like rabbits for months and that the only reason Chakotay
gave you the black eye in the mess hall was because you mentioned his
- um - habit."
"WHAT fucking habit?" Tom asked, new dread filling him. God only
knew what he had supposedly said NOW!
"Well everyone was surprised that you were the 'top' to be honest.
But Sam pointed out that it's just a male equivalent of penis-envy."
"What is?"
"Panty envy. You know, Chakotay's thing for women's lingerie."
~~~
Tuvok stopped to check his reflection in the mirror-like gleam of his
door. Satisfied that he was indeed the answer to the wet-dreams of
all virginal Ensigns in the known universe, he bounced into his
quarters.
Harry was already in bed, his plump beautiful buttocks just waiting
for a Vulcan volcano to erupt between their twin peaks.
Tuvok began to whistle merrily as he stripped. He paused to admire
the magnificence that was his own cock. Ensign Kim was one LUCKY
little lad tonight he told himself with a proud grin. (He wasn't
usually so stuck up his own ass, but given the seven-year delay
between each Ponn Farr, nobody could blame him for getting a bit over-
enthusiastic. He only had a few hours before the blood fever would
leave him, he wasn't going to waste even a minute in self-doubt.
Besides, one touch of his fevered fingers and that hunky Harry would
just be hormonal putty in his hands.)
~~~
Chakotay had spent most of the afternoon regretting hitting Tom in
the mess hall. He should have waited and hit him in the privacy of
their quarters, that way he could have gotten more than one punch in
before the security officers broke them apart.
By early evening he felt like a walking, ticking time-bomb.
Unable to face the bridge he had spent the day in his office, working
on the numerous reports that he had neglected since taking over the
temporary-Captaincy, and his door had chimed unceasingly with
requests for 'counseling'. He had quickly discovered the extent of
the gossip that Tom had started, but as each of his visitors left, so
did more of his self-control.
He had been furiously disappointed to discover that Tom was just a
prick tease, but not truly surprised.
What DID surprise, amaze and completely piss-him off was the pilot's
capacity for vicious slander and lies.
How DARE the little bastard spread rumors like these?
Thomas Eugene Paris was going to be spending the rest of his journey
home working in waste disposal.
~~~
Tuvok prowled into the unlit bedroom nine inches behind the blind eye
of his eager cock. He briskly rubbed his hands together to stimulate
the chemicals that would help Harry quickly appreciate the love-god
in his bed.
"Oh Harreeeeeeeee, HARRRRREEYYYYYYY. Look what Daddy Tuvok's got for
YOU!"
His little love bunny shot up in panic and tried to burrow under the
sheets to freedom. Tuvok dove on top of the buried figure and trapped
it in place, grinning at the muffled screams of his lucky chosen mate.
"GOTTCHA!" Tuvok cried in triumph as the squirming figure finally
quieted to submission. Without releasing his weight from the trapped
Ensign, he slowly ran his right hand under the edge of the sheets and
dove for Harry's groin.
As the soft flesh withered and then grew hard under his fingers, a
telepathic impression leapt back from his touch. It took a longer
time for the realisation to finally permeate his fevered brain.
He had just initiated Ponn Farr with Tom Paris.
TBC