--------Last time on Star Trek Voyager-----

 Driven only by the lust he saw in Chakotay's eyes Tom let himself be pulled
down the bed and then he lifted his legs and offered himself to …………….

There was a loud chirp from the computer, "hello, hello, this is your alarm
call your due on the bridge in thirty minutes."

------And now-------

Room Mates 18

by Mordhena

Hearing the alarm call, Tom smirked. "Saved by the bell," he purred, moving
to get off the bed. "I guess it will just have to wait, Commander." He put a
foot to the floor and went to stand up when he was suddenly reminded of the dream he'd just had, as Chakotay grabbed hold of his other leg.

"No way, Paris! No fucking way in hell! You're not getting away from me this
time!" The Commander growled as he pulled tom's leg, throwing him off
balance to land in a tumbled heap on the floor.

Before Tom had a chance to think or move, Chakotay was on top of him pinning him to the floor with his much greater bulk. Tom stared up into the passion filled dark eyes of his commanding officer and swallowed hard. "Uh…but, we, we'll be late on duty," he stammered.

"They'll survive without us for a few minutes. I told you we're going to
finish this once and for all this time." Chakotay pulled Tom closer and
kissed him sending bolts of electric passion from Tom's mouth straight to
his cock.

#oh, gods…# Tom closed his eyes and surrendered to the passion in Chakotay's kiss.

*

"Just calm down, commander and tell me exactly what happened?" The Doc said, watching as the usually calm and focused Vulcan security officer proceeded to go to pieces in his sickbay.

"Oh shit…" Tuvok responded wretchedly. "I cannot believe this has happened, I should have been more careful. I did not intend for this to occur."

"It's all right, Tuvy," Harry, now respectably swathed in a surgical gown
broke in. "I'm all right, see?" he managed a tentative smile, #except for
the fact my ass feels like half a pound of chopped jello!#

"It is not you I am concerned about, TeHula," tuvok spared Harry a swift
glance as he struggled to regain his normal composure. "It is Lieutenant
Paris.."

"Aw heck, Tuvy, I wouldn't worry about Tom. I mean he was in your bed, and
you *were* in the throes of blood fever…I am sure he has forgotten all about it by now!"

"Ahem?" The doctor drew the attention of both officers, standing with arms
akimbo as he listened to the exchange. "Yes, well, I am sure this is all
highly entertaining. However, I would appreciate it if you would explain to
me, exactly why Commander Tuvok was in such an emotional state when you came in here?"

"Indeed, Doctor," Tuvok replied, "I believe I am now sufficiently composed
to relate what has taken place."

*

"Oh yeah! Oh gods Yeah!" Tom moaned, arching his back as Chakotay's tongue played across his belly, running teasing circles around his belly. He arched his back as strong fingers probed between his ass cheeks, eliciting those same wickedly hot sensations they had given him earlier. "Fuck me,
Cha…pleaaase?"

 "Not so fast, helmboy," Chakotay growled, running his tongue even lower,
tasting the flesh of the young pilot. He tasted of sweat and salt, and
something undefinable that was exclusively Tom. Moving lower, he felt the
weeping tip of Tom's erect Cock come into contact with his cheek and lazily
turned his head to lick the sweet droplets of precum from the straining
organ.

"Chakotaaaay!" Tom's voice was a demanding cry and he arched his back, just as the transporter beam enveloped both of them and whisked them away to the sickbay.

End part 18