In the last thrilling episode:

Leaning in Chakotay claimed Toms lips.

"Bridge to Commander Chakotay,"

Chakotay pulled back " Oh for gods sake," he licked his lips with his tongue. "Chakotay here, Ayala. What is it and it better be urgent?"

There was a short pause and then "Commander, two Videan ships have just appeared off our port bow. Red Alert - battle stations."

AND NOW:

Room Mates - Part Seven
By Morticia

The two men scrambled desperately for their uniforms as the wail of the
siren and the flashing red warning lights turned their struggle into a
bizarre disco dance.

Chakotay knew Starfleet uniforms were tight but there was no way he could get his engorged cock fastened inside his pants and he tripped over the material that pooled at his feet.

Tom smacked him impatiently in the shoulder.

"I know you want to get in my pants," he yelled over the siren. "But don't
you think that's going too far, Sir?"

Heat shot into Chakotay's face as he snatched the trousers Tom was offering and let the pilot's fall to the floor around his ankles. Then Tom had a mad hunt for his boots, having lost the one he had thrown at Chakotay earlier, before they raced out of the door together, still carrying their jackets.

They took the opportunity of the turbolift to finish dressing. Chakotay
turned to Tom with a feral snarl.

"About the interruption, Tom."

"Yeah?" Tom drawled, feeling a lot more confident now he wasn't buck naked.

"It's not your PANTS I'm planning on getting in," and he smirked as Tom
paled, blushed and then stood rigidly at attention. Chakotay could see the
muscles of Tom's buttocks spasm and clench in panicked response to his
words.

As the doors opened to the bridge he looked back over his shoulders and
purred.

"Now who's the tight-ass, Paris?"

~~~

It took two hours to elude their pursuers. The first Videan ship was
disabled by a direct hit from their forward phaser bank as Tom looped
Voyager in a graceful movement that put them directly in firing range of the Videan weapons system.

"Well done, Tuvok," Chakotay praised and saw Tom stiffen at the helm. "Nice to see you flying by the seat of your PANTS, Tom," he added slyly and enjoyed the blush that crept up the back of Tom's neck at his words.

"The second ship is coming in for another attack," Harry shouted from ops.

"Target their propulsion systems."

"Direct hit on their starboard nacelle," Tuvok stated, "They are breaking
away."

"Keep TIGHT on their ASSES, Paris," Chakotay ordered. "We'll give them
another volley, just to make sure we've kicked their BUTTS."

~~~

As they rode the turbolift back to Chakotay's quarters, Tom was incensed by the smug look on the older man's face.

"Shit! That was SO fucking unprofessional."

"What was?" Chakotay asked innocently.

"All those BUTT jokes," Tom griped.

"I don't know what you're taking about, Lieutenant," Chakotay replied
smoothly. "You've obviously got sex on the brain tonight."

Tom glared at him until the lift opened and then stomped off back to their
quarters. He pulled off his boots and flung them in temper across the living quarters. He really needed the bathroom but he would have to enter Chakotay's bedroom to get there and he was too pissed off to risk giving Chakotay any ideas. So he just lay down fully clothed on the couch.

Chakotay growled.

"We have some unfinished business, Paris."

"No we don't," Tom spat sulkily. "It's ME with sex on the brain, remember?"

Chakotay grinned at the pouting face, bent down, grabbed the pilot around
the waist and ignored his lower back's protest as he swung Tom back into a fireman's lift and hauled him into the bedroom.

"You obviously LIKE getting your ass smacked," he snarled as he belted Tom's buttocks so hard that the younger man yelped, despite the protection of his pants.

~ Maybe I do ~ Tom thought with a frightened gulp as his cock went rigid
against Chakotay's collar bone.

Chakotay felt the hardness and his own cock jerked in reaction. He dumped Tom on the bed and made short work of undressing them both. Tom's eyes were as wide as a startled deer's. He made no attempt to undress himself but helpfully raised his hips to help Chakotay peel down his pants. He hadn't bothered to find underwear and as soon as his zip came undone, his engorged penis made a frantic leap for escape.

Chakotay bent down and ran his tongue over Tom's glans.

"Oh, SHIT!" Tom gasped. He could barely hear his own words for the pounding of his heart and the mad rushing of blood in his ears.

"Now, you were going to show me that you AREN'T a prick tease?" Chakotay purred, running his index finger slowly up Tom's shaft so that his blunt nail scraped against the sensitive skin.

Tom nodded hopelessly. He couldn't believe how turned on he was considering how terrified he was of the thought of Chakotay's dick going anywhere near his ass. He could actually feel his kidneys aching now with his frustrated desire to urinate. Some of his genuine fear must have shown on his face because Chakotay gentled his assault and leant down to kiss him.

Their tongues tangled in an erotic tango as Tom's senses were flooded with eau de Chakotay. The kiss deepened and lengthened until Tom's head was spinning with lack of oxygen and when Chakotay finally broke away and whispered "Turn over," he obeyed without question.

It was only when he found himself face down on the bed with two cushions under his groin and Chakotay had magically produced a tube of lube out of thin air that his doubts returned in a crashing wave and he felt a panicked stab in his kidneys once more.

His need to pee was distracted by Chakotay's mouth as it descended to kiss the small of his back and then he felt Chakotay's tongue lave downwards through the crack in his butt cheeks. Chakotay's broad hands clenched his buttocks and pulled them further apart and Tom moaned in panicked desire.

When Chakotay's tongue finally found and teased at his opening he jerked
and flailed on the bed. He had never felt anything as erotic in his life as
the hot wet flesh that poked and explored him. Almost against his will he
found himself relaxing his butt to allow the delicious sensation to
increase.

Then Chakotay pressed a well-lubed finger at his opening and began to tease it inside.

"What the FUCK are you doing?" Tom screamed in panic.

"Relax, Tom, I'm just preparing the way a little. How does it feel?" and he
inserted another finger and began to slowly scissor and delve.

"Oh GOD!" Tom yelped. It actually felt fanfuckingtastic, but he couldn't
actually get his head around the idea that his First Officer had stuck his
fingers up his bum.

The pressure in Tom's cock increased. He wasn't sure by now whether he
wanted to come or take a piss. Then one of Chakotay's fingers pressed
exploringly against his bladder.

Tom howled and jerked. Sure that he had found Tom's prostate, Chakotay pushed again.

It was too much. The stabbing in Tom's kidneys became unendurable. He was going to wet the fucking bed, he realised. He didn't stop for explanations, too panicked and embarrassed to think, he
just scrambled off the bed, away from Chakotay's gaping face and fled for
the bathroom.

Chakotay watched the door slam in complete shock and then his whole body quivered in outrage.

The prick-tease. THE FUCKING LITTLE PRICK-TEASE.

The Angry Warrior took charge. For a moment he actually saw himself storm into the bathroom and beat Tom to the bloody pulp he deserved. Then an even more satisfying plan occurred to him (or at least one that would keep him out of the brig).

With an evil grin he applied his command-codes to the bathroom door, then he ordered full sound-dampeners on the room.

Tom could scream and holler all he liked, but he would be spending the rest of the night on the cold tile floor of the tiny bathroom.

"Prick Tease. It will be a cold day in hell before you touch me again, you
bastard," he hissed in furious disappointment to the closed door and then
went to bed.

TBC