Last time ---

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.

And Now . . . .

Room Mates Part Eight

by KayTrek

Tom had run to the bathroom afraid of his bladder bursting before he
could get to the head.  Obvious to the reaction of his First Officer and
erstwhile lover, he desperately grabbed his penis and let the bathroom door
shut behind him.  Thanks to the hard-on Chakotay had caused, it took him
several moments to begin to relieve himself, but finally he was able to. 

Sighing, he leaned against the lav, and then washed up.  Turning, he regarded the door.  Part of his was surprised Chakotay hadn't come after him for his abrupt departure, but another part of him thought momentarily, no, the kinder Chak who had kissed him so tenderly would wait.

So Tom squared his shoulders to return to the bedroom, to show Chakotay
he was willing to finish what he started, and to give in to the enigmatic man's powerful presence.

Only to run into the door.

"Fuck!" he swore, holding his nose.  He hoped it wasn't broken, and
grabbed a towel to catch the blood.  He tried the hand-control for the door,
but it still wouldn't open.  "Oh shit," he moaned to himself, realizing that
it wasn't just a malfunction, but that Chakotay had locked him in.

"Chakotay!  I'm sorry!  Geeze, can't a guy take a leak?" he yelled,
pounding on the door.  But no First Officer, pissed off or otherwise,
appeared.

Then Tom remembered Tuvok's earlier appearance.  At embarrassing as it
had been, Tuvok had implied he would keep listening.  Tom sighed.  It was
better than being locked in all night.

"Tuvok!!! Help!  Someone let me out!  I'm locked in!"  Tom started
screaming.

An hour later, completely hoarse, he stopped.  Obviously, Chakotay had
sound-dampened the room.  Having finally stopped the blood, Tom threw the
towels in the corner.  The blood gave him momentary pause, and he  thought. 

But no, hurting himself bad enough to trigger the bio-sensors to beam him to
sickbay was a bit much.  He'd just have to make the best of it.  Grabbing the
last of the clean towels, he threw them in the tub to pad it and climbed in.

To find that the computer wouldn't even take his commands, and he
couldn't turn off the lights.

Meanwhile, Harry had returned to Tuvok's quarters with some trepidation
after the red alert.  Thankfully, Tuvok had ignored him curled up on one side
of the bed earlier in the evening, and was doing so now.  Actually, he wasn't
even in bed with Harry, something Harry was devoutly thankful for.  He didn't
need a Vulcan seeing his hard-on.  Heck, Harry didn't even think he was
attracted to men -- unlike every other red-blooded man on board, and a few of other blood colors too, he really didn't see Tom's attraction.  Tom was his
buddy, nothing more.

But what he saw when he entered Tuvok's quarters was something else entirely.

Harry sighed, then squirmed to give his erection more room.  He didn't
expect to get much sleep tonight.  He hoped his buddy Tom was doing much
better with the Commander than he was with Tuvok.

To be continued . . .