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Summary:
The captain notices that something’s "up" with the boys
and asks Tuvok to investigate.
It had to work. Kathryn shifted again
in the command chair and thought about what she was going to do about
two of the most vital men on Voyager.
Three days earlier, they had detected a class M planet that Mr. Kim
scans had indicated an abundance of plant life. As Voyager’s energy
stores always seemed to be marginal, they altered the ship’s course
towards the planet to collect seeds and samples for the hydroponics
bay. Eating Mr. Nelix’s cooking in the mess hall did save replicator
units but there was after all only so many ways to prepare leola root
thus Kathryn was hoping to find some more palatable alternates
planetside.
Since the scans also showed no signs
of civilization and a lack of large predators, she also thought about
granting shore leave for her often-overworked crew. She asked Chakotay
to arrange a rotating schedule and insisted the he add his name to the
first party to go down.
The man had been grumpy as a bear
lately and just about as communicative. She had also thought about
telling him it wouldn’t hurt to add Mr. Paris name to that team for
the same reasons but recanted thinking that that it might more
hindrance than help to his already foul disposition of late.
She had known at first there would be
difficulties having the two men working together so closely but she
had assumed it wouldn’t be too long before they would be able to
function together effectively. And actually it wasn’t. It had even
seemed that after six long years in the Delta quadrant they had
developed a kind of friendship.
Well that’s what she had thought.
Lately however it seemed whenever the two men were in the same room
they found a way to be on opposite sides of it. It hadn’t as of yet
effected their bridge performances but she heard crispness in their
voices now when they interacted that hadn’t been there since the
Caretaker had first stranded them here. She felt it would only a
matter of time before it did.
Kathryn hoped a little rest and
relaxation away from the confines of the ship would help ease the
dissension between them. She wanted to avoid having to become involved
in their personal lives by speaking to them about the situation.
She knew Tuvok would raise an elegant
eyebrow at that declaration. He often pointed out her need to mother
the crew was a way of assuaging her guilt resulting from her decision
to destroy the Caretaker’s array. Damn his highly honed Vulcan power
of observation. She knew she didn’t particularly want see that
eyebrow move so she dearly hoped a little off time for the two men
would do the trick.
She furrowed her brow and then it came
to her. Observation! That’s it.
"Mr. Tuvok will you meet with me
in my ready room. Chakotay you have the bridge."
Tuvok nodded and followed the captain
as she walked across the bridge to her room.
********
Chakotay watched as she left her chair
and entered her ready room with Tuvok. Fleetingly he wondered what she
had to discuss with Tuvok that wouldn’t include his input as well.
Oh well if it’s important she’ll tell me later, if not fine, he
had other things to occupy his thoughts.
There were staffing schedules and
maintenance reports to keep on top of. Not to mention as the ship’s
unofficial counselor, he was also responsible for the entire crew’s
well being. Well those were the things he was suppose to be thinking
about anyway. His gaze drifted over to the blonde head in front of
him.
No. Think about engineering
inspections and crew evaluations. Anything but how the chief pilot’s
uniform tightens across his back every time he makes a course
correction or the sound of his voice when he laughs at something Harry
says.
When did it get this bad. He knew he
had always been attracted to Tom, even back when he hated him for
betraying the Maquis. And over the years when that animosity had
turned into grudging respect and then tentative friendship, he had
still been able to keep a handle on his amorous feelings.
Until lately that is and as the
man’s commanding officer this kind of behavior was unacceptable.
Chakotay thought that a romantic relationship between them would
compromise his position on Voyager and jeopardize their chances of
getting home. At least that’s usually happened whenever he became
involved with someone, Seska being a case in point.
He returned his eyes back to the PADD
in his hand and tried to ignore the tightness he felt in his heart,
not to mention his groin.
********
Tom heard the captain get up and leave
but he didn’t dare turn around and look. With the captain and Tuvok
in the ready room there was now no one on the bridge to run
interference between him and Chakotay. He didn’t want to take the
chance of catching the big man’s eye and suffering a look of
displeasure or worse, indifference.
Damn! What the hell did I do now?
Things were going so great between us. I mean the big guy was actually
loosening up a bit.
We’d be sitting in Sandrine’s
having a drink and after some wise ass remark of mine, I’d look over
at him and see him smiling and laughing. Man, the guy has these really
killer dimples that make me want to jump right over the table at him
and tear every strip of clothing off him, then…
Concentrate Tommy Boy. Crashing the
ship into some small moon isn’t gonna get that smile back on his
face.
Hell, when did a smile become so
important to me? And not just any smile, his smile. There was a time
when all I wanted from him was his respect and when I got that maybe
just a little camaraderie. Now I sit here picturing his dimples and
daydreaming about fucking the poor guy silly. It would give Harry a
stroke if knew and B’Elanna, well she might be pissed in light of
our breakup a couple months back, but she’d probably understand
better than any one else on the ship.
Maybe the problem is I’ve been just
a little too transparent and scared the big guy away. The whole time
we’ve been on Voyager I’ve only see him respond sexually to women,
never men. What a fucking idiot I’ve been. He just trying to be my
friend, be the good first officer and then he observes me undressing
him with my eyes.
Shit, Tommy Boy, you’ve really
fucked up royally this time.
********
Tuvok returned to his station. The
captain had remained in her ready room after giving him his new
"assignment".
She had asked him if he had noticed
the recent animosity between Commander Chakotay and Ensign Paris. He
had. As Chief of Security, it was his job to be aware of all conflicts
aboard Voyager and the situation between the first officer and chief
pilot had been one had been monitoring for some time.
He did have to agree however with the
captain that perhaps recently the friction between the two had
escalated.
As she did not wish to formally
approach either of the men she requested that he observe their current
behavior and report back to her with his findings and a possible
solution.
Since he wished to be discreet, Tuvok
felt a social setting such as Sandrine’s or the Resort would
inappropriate as he did not normally frequent either holo program and
his presence would be noticed. However a duty assignment involving the
three of them would allow him to accomplish his task without raising
suspicions.
********
The Delta Flyer….
Tom checked his pre-flight plan and to
keep from glancing to his upper left, rechecked it again. He was
acutely aware of Chakotay sitting beside him at the ops station. In
the small confines of the Flyer he could smell that earthy, musk scent
the big man radiated, and it was causing a stirring in his lap. Be
cool, Tommy Boy, be cool.
When Tuvok first told me this morning
I would be needed to fly the Delta Flyer for a survey of the
surrounding planets in the system, I thought great. Now I wouldn’t
accidentally run into the Commander on shore leave. Normally missing
an opportunity for a vacation off Voyager would bother me to no end
but not this time. I just wasn’t ready to face Chakotay in a chance
encounter on the planet. Especially after the dream I had last night.
I went to sleep last night thinking of
ways to let Chakotay think I just wanted to be his buddy. You know
someone to have a drink with and play a little pool. Maybe then he
would relax and stop doing the wooden Indian bit every time I got
close. It was hard enough to accept that this relationship wouldn’t
blossom into anything a little more passionate, but to have it going
back to the way it was when we first landed in the Delta quadrant
would be unbearable. So with all these good intentions, I went to bed.
I’m standing naked in a fog. Well
it’s not really a fog, but that kind of fuzzy atmosphere you
experience when you’re dreaming. And know I’m dreaming when I see
Chakotay walking towards me wearing with that big ass smile of his and
not much of anything else.
I think we’re in my quarters because
I vaguely recognize the mess. He walks right up me till we’re
standing nose to nose, chest to chest and here’s the best part,
hard-on to hard-on. The term "big man" just took on a whole
new meaning for me when I glanced down at him.
"Tom, you’re life is
mine."
Wasn’t that my line? Well before I
put much thought into it, I feel his palms sliding up the length of my
arms. He leans into me and his tongue starts tracing the line of my
jaw and I feel teeth nipping at my earlobe. Even though I know this
isn’t really happening, I hesitate to touch him back.
By now his hands are framing my face
and his tongue is trying to gain entrance to my mouth. Finally I
respond. Gripping the back of his head I grind my mouth into his and I
swear I can hear him growl. I press my hips to his and slide a hand
down the muscles of his back finally gripping his ass. When Chakotay
starts to pump against my body, my knees give out and I pull him to
the floor.
"Mine, mine." he mumbles
into my ear. I no longer know if he’s talking about my life or my
body. It doesn’t matter they both belong to him.
Chakotay rolls over and lifts his butt
up to me in invitation. In real life I think this might be happening
the other way around but it’s my dream goddamn it and I’m going to
fuck him! I grasp my cock in my hand and guide it towards his small
puckered opening. No need for lube or preparation in dreams. As the
head of my penis pierces him, he screams my name. I move slowly at
first, savoring his heat, then with more speed as I feel his muscles
contract around me.
"Please…Tom…harder!"
I start to pump furiously and with
each plunge forward, Chakotay slams back into me. My hand reaches
around to grasp his weeping penis and I stroke it in time with my
thrusts. He may have been growling before, but as he came he roared.
As soon as I felt his seed in my hand, I shot my own deep into him and
collapsed.
"Yours." I say into a
shoulder that all of a sudden is looking a lot a paler and feeling a
lot softer. I wake up facing the wrong end of the bed covered in my
own sweat and semen.
********
I swear that man is the bane of my
existence. I don’t care if he is a bloody Vulcan, and supposedly
doesn’t experience emotion, I swear he knows it and enjoys the
effect it has on me.
When he requested my assistance in the
Delta Flyer mapping out this star system he led me to believe that
there would be only two us and I would be piloting. OK to be fair
maybe I accepted a little too quickly without asking too many
questions in my quest to avoid shore leave with Tom. But Tuvok is
usually so precise and it is unlike him not to explain all the details
of a duty assignment. Blonde, blue eyed details I think as my eyes
wander over to the pilot.
On the Delta Flyer my station is a
little to the left of Tom’s unlike my position directly behind him
on the bridge of Voyager. From here I’m able to see the flush in his
cheeks and the line of his thigh. I hear a shuffling behind me. OK,
stop categorizing Tom assets, Tuvok’s here now; let’s get on with
this.
"Ensign if we’re set to go,
let’s leave the shuttle bay."
I get no response so I repeat the
order with more authority in my voice. Tom’s head whips around and
the flush in cheeks deepens. God but he’s beautiful.
"Sorry, Commander. Engaging
thrusters now."
I watch his slender hands move over
his modified "retro" controls as he maneuvers the Flyer out
of Voyager’s bay.
********
As I seat myself at the aft
engineering station, I notice that neither the commander nor the
ensign has noticed my arrival. I decide to take this as an opportunity
to observe them covertly.
Curious. It would seem while the
commander is looking at the ensign, the ensign seems to be doing his
best to avoid looking the commander. As the ensign is decidedly the
brasher of the two I am surprised the reversal of roles. I am also
intrigued by the intensity of Commander Chakotay’s gaze. It is a
fascinating start to my mission.
As I do have another mission to
fulfill, I make a sound adjusting to my chair to alert the men to my
presence.
After we have cleared Voyager, I
direct Mr. Paris to the furthest outlying planet in this system.
The survey will take eight hours to
complete after which I will request Commander Chakotay and Ensign
Paris analyze the results in Voyager’s Stellar-Cartography lab. I am
sure both men will feel that there are more qualified personnel on
Voyager to complete the task but I will explain that at the moment
such personnel’s expertise are better served in the harvesting of
resources on the M class planet.
It is not quite a lie perhaps but more
of an exaggeration and by monitoring their progress, I will further my
investigation.
********
"Computer end program."
Chakotay rested against the wall of
the holodeck to catch his breath. Running his boxing training program
helped work out the tension derived from being first officer but today
it wasn’t working as well as it usually did. Maybe that was that was
because the "tension" he was feeling had nothing to do with
being first officer and more to do with just being a human male. One
sexually frustrated human male that is.
On a small craft like the Delta Flyer
it was very difficult not to come in contact with other members of the
crew. The "crew" in this case being Thomas Eugene Paris.
Tuvok had stayed out of the way most of the time conducting his
research at the aft tactical station.
When they had established a stable
orbit around one of the planetoids they were surveying, Tom would move
from the conn to the engineering station directly beside him to help
with the geological scans. To perform the tests efficiently they had
to work intimately often brushing hands and making eye contact. It
happened so often that he wondered if unconsciously he had been
creating the situations that brought them closer.
Between planets he didn’t have much
to do and his mind would wander. He imagined those hands touching his
body while he looked into the depths of those blue eyes. Raking his
fingers through those golden locks and kissing away that often present
smirk. Thus when they finally returned to Voyager, he had rushed
directly to the holodeck to wipe out those visions of blue and gold.
Well sitting here wasn’t helping
any. First he’d go for a shower (a cold one) and then head to his
office to catch up on some reports.
********
Tom practically flew to his quarters
after leaving the shuttle bay. As soon as he entered he flopped down
on the couch and put his hands over his face.
Man oh man oh man. Talk about sweet
torture. All day he vied between wanting to be close to Chakotay and
wanting to be at the other end of the universe away from him. The
light hand touches when he passed him a PADD and the sideline looks
he’d catch from time to time had played hell with his emotions. The
thought that maybe Chakotay was attracted to him too flashed through
his mind quickly and then just as quickly, he dismissed it as wishful
thinking.
He ordered the computer to play some
of the 20th century music he liked, LOUD, then tried to
clear his mind and loose himself in the din.
He was brought out of his reverie by
the sound of his computer terminal beeping between songs. The message
light was blinking. He turned off the music and with some effort Tom
got up and activated the screen. He read the communication from
Commander Tuvok.
Damn. Tuvok wanted him to report to
the Stellar-Cartography lab tomorrow to analyze the data they had
collected on the Flyer today. He didn’t really mind spending time in
Stellar-Cartography, in fact he often lost himself for hours there
working out piloting maneuvers, but when he read that Chakotay was
also asked to report there tomorrow, he cringed.
He couldn’t do it. What if he had
another one of those dreams tonight? Shit, with his luck this time
he’d probably have Chakotay leaning over the astro-metrics console
while he rammed himself into him screaming declarations of love. Gods,
he wouldn’t be able to even look at the console let alone touch it,
with out getting a hard on after that. He had to do something to
defuse the situation before tomorrow because the tightness of Starfeet
uniforms didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.
"Computer, what’s the location
of Commander Chakotay?"
"Commander Chakotay is located on
deck two, room beta one."
Tom left his quarters and headed for
the commander’s office.
********
Tom hesitated outside the
Commander’s door. Maybe I should have stopped off in Sickbay for one
of Doc’s "social" lessons that he had recently been
teaching Seven of Nine, he thought ruefully.
He pressed the chime, not knowing what
the hell he was going to say or do and waited for Chakotay to answer.
"Come."
When Tom entered, Chakotay was sitting
behind his desk with a number of data PADDS strewn about his desk,
looking a bit stunned.
"Hey Commander." Tom
strolled forward and walked over to the viewport.
Chakotay collected himself as he
watched Tom progress across the room and started stacking the data
PADDS on his desk.
"Is there a problem,
Ensign?"
"Yeah, I mean I think so. You got
the message from Tuvok?"
"Yes, is your problem with Tuvok
then?"
"No." Tom turned towards the
viewport and in it’s reflection watched Chakotay rise from his chair
and approach him.
"Tom," At the sound of the
commander softly saying his name he turned and faced him. "I
don’t know what to say. I know my behavior today in the shuttlecraft
was inappropriate." His voice wavered, "I don’t know what
to do. Tom, what do you want me to do?"
Tom thought carefully about his
answer. He could either feign innocence or come back with some classic
"Tom Paris" wise ass remark. Or he could tell Chakotay what
he really wanted. He closed his eyes and gripped the frame of viewport.
"Kiss me."
Tom slowly opened his eyes and saw
that Chakotay’s eyes were now closed. He leaned forward and pressed
his lips to the commander’s. When Chakotay didn’t pull away, Tom
slid his hands up around the back of his head and touched the silky
dark hair at his nape.
"Oh gods!" Growled Chakotay
as he shoved Tom against the pane of the viewport so abruptly, the
ensign lost his breath. His hands traveled the length of Tom’s body,
charting every valley, every swell, surveying him like they had with
this system’s planets earlier. "So beautiful, so
beautiful." He chanted.
Tom arched into his touch, twisting
and turning to give him better access all the while returning
Chakotay’s fevered kisses. The bruising caresses were making his
knees weak and if not for the pressure of the commander’s body
against his, he would be in a heap on the floor.
Suddenly Chakotay stilled. He still
held Tom close to him but his hands had stopped their movements. His
breath was shallow and his voice low as he spoke.
"Tom, I need to know do you want
this? Do want me? This can’t be a casual affair and there will be
repercussions. Because of who I am and because of who you are."
Chakotay’s eyes, his magnificent
mahogany eyes, looked up and into him. Was this a dream? This was what
he had wanted but did he have the courage to take it. Chakotay was
right, there would be problems, people who wouldn’t be too happy
knowing Tom was sharing the commander’s bed. Even now there were
members of the former Maquis crew that hadn’t come to terms with his
betrayal years ago and then of course there was the captain. She
wouldn’t allow anything to jeopardize Voyager’s return to the
Alpha quadrant. He spoke carefully.
"Yeah, I want you, this,
everything but I have a tendency of screwing things up Chakotay. I
really should be asking you if you want this. It’s seems I’m the
one getting the better end of the deal here."
Chakotay smiled. He thought back to
his musings on the bridge the day before. They were valid reasons for
not getting involved with the blue eyed ensign but now with Tom
standing in front of him saying he wanted him, they didn’t seem so
insurmountable.
"Don’t you know how precious
you are to me? How honored I am that someone as brave and enchanting
as you are would want someone as old and stoic as I am as a
lover?"
Tom grinned and his eyes flashed.
"You’re not old Chak, a little
stoic, yeah maybe. Especially when you’re doing the wise old Indian
bit but I must admit that even routine gets me hot lately."
With that Tom grabbed the
commander’s hips and pulled him close. He whispered,
"Show me Chakotay, show me how
much you want me."
It didn’t take the commander long to
respond. He nipped the white flesh of Tom’s throat causing a small
welt. After kissing the small hurt he turned his attention to his
lips, still swollen from his previous ministrations. Tom moaned and
started pumping, rubbing their erections together through the fabric
of their uniforms. Just like in his dream, Tom swore he heard the big
man growl.
As his back was getting more than a
little chilled from leaning against the viewport, Tom disengaged
himself from Chakotay long enough to lead him over to the lounge on
the other side of the room.
Tom sat Chakotay down and stood in
front of him between his knees. With the commander looking up at him,
he slowly began to remove his uniform. Chakotay made a move towards
Tom but he stopped him.
"No Chak. Just sit there and
watch. I want you to see what you’re getting."
The commander sat back, his hands
going to his lap. He began to gently stoke the outline of his cock
through his trousers as he watched Tom strip.
Tom was nervous as he removed his
uniform but the reaction he was getting from Chakotay gave him the
guts to continue. Watching the big man caressing himself made his
penis throb in tandem with his beating heart. When he was done he
closed his eyes, raised his arms and ran his fingers through his hair
arching his back as he did so.
The man was incredible. Chakotay
thought he would come just from looking at him. He could see the
forming bruises on his hips and the mark on his neck making him look
so sensuous and so vulnerable. He wanted to devour him and protect him
at the same time. It was then when he realized how hard he would fight
for this relationship and for this man.
"Tom, baby please come
here."
Tom’s eyes fluttered open and he
sank to his knees in front of the commander.
"I’m here, Chak, I’m here.
Just let everything go and let me take care of you." He said as
he leaned forward, pushed way Chakotay hands and proceeded to undo the
big man’s trousers.
He pushed away the cloth to find the
man’s pulsating cock. It was weeping and Tom inclined his head to
lap up the collected moisture. He grasped the base with one hand and
buried his other under Chakotay’s shirt tweaking a rock hard nipple.
The sound that erupted from the commander sounded absolutely feral.
Tom relaxed his throat and took as
much of Chakotay’s erection into him as possible. He felt hands in
his hair as the cock in his mouth began to fuck him.
"Gods Poocuh…so sweet…so
sweet…oh yes!"
Liberating his hand from the big
man’s shirt, Tom took hold of his own erection and began frantically
pulling. The rhythm within his mouth became erratic and with a few
last spasms Tom became aware of salty warmth in the back of his
throat. Tom exploded against the base of the lounge when he heard the
subsequent roar.
As he rested his head against
Chakotay’s thigh he felt his thick fingers raking his hair. After a
moment the commander reclined and brought Tom up off the floor and
pulled him alongside his bulk facing him. Warm fingers traced the
outline of his jaw and full lips kissed a trail along the bridge of
his nose, stopping at the tip.
"Poocuh, are you OK?"
Tom who normally after an incident
such as this would be grabbing his clothes and heading for the nearest
access, snuggled closer and said,
"Yeah Chak, I’m good, just a
little done in but I’ll recover. You do realize how much trouble
we’re in though, don’t you. I mean I’m sort of used to it but
you, this isn’t going to be a walk in the park and not a few people
are gonna like your taste in bedmates."
"Let me worry about that, baby.
If people can’t see that this is anything but good for me then to
hell with them."
"That’s easy for you to say
you’re used to doing the "I’m a mountain" bit but I’m
not. I’d really just like to have you to myself for awhile before
the entire ship knows, sorta like a honeymoon, just the two of
us."
Chakotay considered Tom’s words. He
was right. The shit was going to hit the fan when people, not to
mention Kathryn, found out about them. Tom’s lack of self-worth in
this relationship was obvious, so he didn’t want to risk losing him
over a few disgruntled crewmen’s opinions. Their relationship would
have to be stronger before they could share it with the rest of
Voyager’s crew.
"OK, we’ll keep it low key for
awhile but not forever. I feel so good about this Poocuh. It will be
difficult for me not to share it with everyone I see and besides I
don’t like the deception."
Tom knew what he was asking was taxing
Chakotay’s sense of what was right. But he figured it would take the
commander a lot longer to come to his senses and realize the mistake
he was making if he didn’t hear the less than flattering remarks
from people like crewman Dalby, an ex-maquis.
"Just for a little while, Chak.
Let’s get to know each other better before our relationship goes
through the ship’s rumor mill."
Chakotay looked into those ocean blue
eyes and knew he would agree to anything this man asked of him. He
clasped Tom to his chest and rocked him in his arms.
"It’s getting late Poocuh and
we both have an early day tomorrow in Stellar-cartography, we should
get some rest."
As Tom rose to dress, the
commander’s eyes never left him. Such a fascinating creature, one he
hoped never to lose. It amazed him how fast he had become so
emotionally involved. He remained in his office sometime after Tom had
left thinking about the choice he had made that night.
********
Sipping tea, sitting at his computer
terminal, Tuvok prepared his report of the day’s events on the Delta
Flyer.
As for the secondary mission, the
survey had gone well with no adverse incidents. As for his primary
mission, the status of the commander and ensign’s relationship, he
found himself at a loss.
Their actions had not fit any
recognized human behavior patterns. They were inconsistent. They would
be composed and at ease with one another at one moment and then
reverting to the opposite behavior within minutes. It was difficult to
ascertain the disparity between the two when one did not have a point
of unvarying reference.
Tuvok decided that it was this
inconsistency that must be the problem. They appeared unsure of how to
react to one another. In the intimate setting of the Delta Flyer they
were unable to access the hierarchy of the command structure.
Possibly their feelings of animosity
were becoming harder to contain. He had thought, as did the Captain,
that the commander had overcome Mr. Paris’ alleged betrayal to the
Maquis and Mr. Paris had overcome his resentment of the commander. It
would seem that it maybe their assumptions were incorrect.
Tuvok decided that he would consider
the men’s performance tomorrow before he made his report to Captain
Janeway. He had planned on observing the men’s interaction through
the comm system to help him evaluate the situation more thoroughly.
Hoping tomorrow would be more
constructive; he turned off his terminal and prepared for meditation
before he slept.
********
"Nitrium scan negative."
Chakotay logged the results. He
glanced over at Tom at the astro-metrics console studying the
gravitational flows of the third planet in this system and its effects
on the fourth planet, the one they were presently harvesting.
"How’s it going Poocuh?"
Tom turned and rolled his eyes at him
for using the endearment out in the open again. Chakotay couldn’t
help it. The reaction of exasperation his lover expressed each time he
did so delighted him. It was somewhat satisfying to be able to push
his lover’s buttons for a change.
"Fine Commander. It looks as if
each time the fourth planet passes in its elliptical orbit it
influences the weather patterns of the third. It passes so closely
that it causes a prolonged rainy season, which is probably why that
world’s vegetation is so rich. Which in layman’s terms means no
more of Nelix’s leola root concoctions for awhile."
Grinning, Tom made a movement in the
air as if marking a scoreboard.
"The planet one. Nelix
zero."
The brightness of Tom’s smile moved
Chakotay to walk over the astro-metrics console and made a display of
looking over the ensign’s findings. His arm slipped around Tom’s
waist he looked.
"Good work, Poocaaa…" Tom
poked him in the ribs, "Ensign."
Damn, it was hard enough being alone
with him, did he have keep using that pet name and flashing those
dimples. And since the astro-metrics console had recently become an
erogenous zone for him, the sight of Chakotay leaning up against it
was breaching the level of his tolerance. He wasn’t used to being at
the receiving end of such teasing so his only defense was indignation.
He turned to the commander, intending to voice his displeasure, when
he felt himself being pulled into an embrace.
"Tom there’s no one else here,
it’s just you and me. I think it’s your turn to let go."
One of Chakotay’s hands moved
between them, broaching the waistband of his beloved’s pants. After
liberating Tom’s cock from the confines of his trousers he used his
fingers to bring him to rock-hard willingness. Tom’s tolerance was
shattered.
"OK Chak, you asked for it.
Computer engage privacy lock, Paris alpha delta."
"Privacy lock engaged."
Tom wasn’t going to hold back here.
This was going to be the dream he didn’t have. He pulled away from
Chakotay and walked over to the replicator unit.
"Computer, one vial of lavender
oil, warmed."
When the shimmering stopped he grabbed
the flask and turn back to face the commander. He took a moment to
relish the look of disorientation on Chak’s face and then strode
purposefully towards him. This was going to be his show, his dream.
Placing the vial on the console, he
seized Chakotay’s shoulders and took his mouth in a savage kiss.
Releasing him, he looked deep into those mahogany eyes.
"You’re life is mine. You’re
body is mine."
Chakotay nodded and Tom reached down
opened the star of his dream pants and pulled them down around knees.
Turning the commander around, he pushed him against the console. He
retrieved the vial, coated his cock and then Chak’s puckered opening
with the aromatic oil.
"You’re mine. Say it for me
baby, say it."
Chakotay’s voice was a low rumble.
"Yours Poocuh, always
yours."
Tom lips attached themselves to
Chakotay neck while his fingers slick from the oil entered him one at
a time. After three fingers, Chak’s snarls prompted to replace them
with his shuttering cock. Gods, the heat! He couldn’t have imagined
it would feel this warm, this welcoming. Edging forward slowly, he
kissed the commander’s neck in reassurance.
"Do it Poocuh, come on
baby."
Those few words of encouragement let
loose all Tom’s inhibitions. He pushed himself deep into Chakotay
until he could feel his balls touch the cheeks of the commander’s
ass. He was undone. His hips moved without violation, he was beyond
thought as he slammed into Chakotay again and again.
Chakotay, unused to being the one
taken, was driven to ecstasy each time Tom rammed into him. He had to
grasp his cock to protect it from the unyielding surface of the
console and as he did so it would slip in and out his hand with each
of Tom’s thrusts.
Tom feeling the tightening in his
balls, came. He thought he would never stop. His screams melded in
harmony with Chakotay’s roar. It was the most beautiful melody he
had ever heard.
"Diboridium scan negative."
Tom felt Chak’s shoulder’s
stiffening then shake. The commander was laughing. Well this was
certainly a new reaction to his lovemaking. He had brought them to
tears before but never laughter. Chakotay spoke,
"Logged. Proceed to next
scan."
Pulling himself up from the console
and turning around, Tom saw Chakotay’s eyes were sparkling.
"See ensign, even in spite of us,
life does go on."
Tom wanted to look insulted, even a
little hurt but Chakotay’s mood was infectious. He drew the man into
his arms, not caring that he was smearing cum and oil over their
uniforms.
"I stand corrected Commander. Now
how about we take a lunch break to clean up a bit, OK?"
********
Tuvok sat back his chair. He had been
observing the visual recording of Stellar-cartography.
This was an unexpected development,
not one he had anticipated. The coupling he had witnessed had forced
him to reevaluate the commander and ensign’s relationship. Although
he was aware that terran mating customs were often convoluted and
complicated, he had not considered that this was source of their
dissension.
He had now discovered, as the captain
had requested the reason behind the men’s recent behavior but he was
uncertain as to what the solution should be or if there actually
something here that needed solving. Certainly recent events would
cause a change in the dynamic of the men’s relationship. So before
he could come to an informed decision, Tuvok thought, it would be
necessary to observe those changes before he reported back to the
Captain.
Perhaps he would have to interact in a
social situation with the commander and the ensign after all. As he
had already discounted holo programs, Tuvok chose the messhall.
********
"Come on Harry its not that
bad."
Ensign Kim looked down at the
quivering blue stuff on his plate and repressed a shudder.
"Well Tom, I can’t helped to
have notice that you haven’t eaten any of your own "Talaxian
Surprise"."
Tom sifted through the rainbow of food
on his plate and looked up at Harry.
"Come Har, you know I’m only
saving the best for last. It’s not that bad, really. Besides knowing
that in a few days we’ll have some real food to eat makes this stuff
go down alot easier."
Harry cycled through the substances on
his plate again and looked up at Tom. Something had happened. After
weeks of brooding this sudden buoyancy was a surprise. Something had
happened. He leveled his gaze at Tom.
"OK, what’s going on? Don’t
look at me with that "I don’t know what your talking about
Harry" look, you’ve been impossible for weeks and now you’re
almost complimenting Nelix’s food. Give it up Tom."
Tom looked at his best friend. He knew
he couldn’t lie to him but he wasn’t ready yet to reveal his
relationship with Chakotay. Somehow he felt telling Harry about his
feelings for Chak would be like tempting the fates. Eventually he’d
tell him but not now.
"Shit Harry, I know I’ve been a
real prick lately, but I swear that’s over. I want to tell you about
it but I can’t, not yet anyway. I don’t want to fuck it up. I
promise that when I’m ready you’ll be the first person I talk to.
OK? You gotta trust me on this one Har."
He never did have a defense against
Tom’s honesty, his sarcastic remarks and biting wit maybe but when
he decided to put the cards down on the table and tell the truth,
Harry was lost.
"OK, Paris but remember, if I see
one sign of you turning back into Mr. Miserable again, I want to hear
it all, understand?"
"Yeah Harry I get it. Now eat
your Talaxian Surprise."
********
When Chakotay entered the messhall he
eyes immediately searched for Tom. He found him sitting where he’d
seen him a hundred of times before, with Harry Kim.
He entered the line for Nelix’s
buffet. He saw nothing that was recognizable but chose a little of
each dish that was marked vegetarian. He was glad because of his vegan
diet he didn’t have to try that pulsating blue dish.
After filling his plate he looked for
a place to sit. Normally if they were in the messhall he would sit
with either Kathryn or B’Elanna but since both were absent he chose
a vacant table close to the viewport. Tom’s seat at the table he was
sharing with Harry was facing the viewport so he chose the seat facing
inwards to the messhall.
From the ensign’s seat dancing he
could tell that Tom had noticed his entrance. Chakotay picked up the
PADD he had brought with him and acted as if he was interested in the
information it displayed while he ate.
Knowing that Tom was watching over
Harry’s shoulder, the commander spent an inordinate amount of time
licking tidbits of food off his utensils and fingertips. Occasionally
he would look up into the ensign’s eyes and smile. Of course it
would be one of those congenial acknowledgment smiles that any
commander would give any ensign. Tom’s eyebrows would rise and
Chakotay enjoyed watching Tom try to unobtrusively incorporate the
action into the conversation he was having with Harry.
He was definitely enjoying this. After
spending countless nights agonizing over his feelings for Tom, it was
liberating to be able to just simply savor them. He knew that this
feeling was something he didn’t want to hide for very long. Last
night the commander had decided what he wanted and what he was willing
to exchange for it. It was time set his priorities and go to work.
Knowing he would have to tread
carefully to avoid scaring off the skittish ensign, he started
thinking of ways to get the crew used to seeing them together. Not
sexually, well not a first, but a display of camaraderie perhaps to
show they had put the past behind them and were moving on. They had
been going down the right road before they had become uncomfortable
with their mutual attraction. Sitting together in Sandrine’s and
playing pool had become a nightly ritual for them.
He’d pick up from where they left
off. There was a pool tourney tonight in Sandrine’s. Tom was
considered the favorite and a lot of the crew would be there to watch
his performance. He had told Tom that tonight he would be catching up
on the reports he was suppose to have caught up on last night and
would meet him later in his quarters. Tom wasn’t very successful in
hiding his relief and Chakotay pretended not to notice. But since this
relationship was more important than latest maintenance schedules, he
planned on finishing up early and attending the tournament.
Finishing his meal he picked up his
data PADD and walked over to Tom and Harry’s table. Tom’s fork
stopped its progress to his mouth and his eyes went wide.
"Good luck tonight in the
tournament, Tom." Chak said, deliberately using the ensign’s
first name.
"Uh…Thanks…"
"Chakotay", the commander
finished for him.
While Tom recovered, Harry looked
suspiciously from Tom to the commander and then back again.
"Yeah thanks Chakotay. Too bad
you’ll miss my dazzling victory."
"Yes, I regret that I’ll miss
such a stunning display of your prowess Tom. Good evening
gentlemen."
Nodding at Ensign Kim and smiling at
Tom he turned and left the messhall.
Gods, he thought to himself, he was
definitely enjoying this!
********
The dynamics had changed again as he
had predicted. Tuvok logged his latest observations into his PADD. The
hostility had been reduced, as a result of their recent mating he
concluded, but the anxiety level had not. At least in the case of Mr.
Paris it hadn’t. The commander seemed serene and had reacted to the
ensign affably.
He suspected that because the sexual
nature of the men’s relationship was not common knowledge, Mr. Paris
anxiety may derived from Mr. Kim’s scrutiny. Mr. Paris was aware of,
as he was Harry Kim’s penchant for "gossip" and that could
be the source of his discomfiture. It was interesting that this fact
did not effect the commander similarly.
Not willing to conclude his
observations, Tuvok realized the necessity of his presence in the holo
program tonight. His continued monitoring of Mr. Paris reactions to
other members of Voyager, now that he was one of a now mated pair,
would be vital to his investigation.
He finished his tea and left the mess
hall.
********
He was hot tonight. He hadn’t played
this well in weeks. Now he was kind of sorry that the big guy wasn’t
here to see his "stunning display of prowess". He figured
having Chakotay see him do so well at something, anything, would help
tip the relationship scales in his favor. But mostly he just wanted
the commander to be proud of him.
He didn’t have to play again for a
little while so he wandered over to bar for a beer and stood beside
Harry and B’Elanna. As he approached them their conversation stopped
abruptly.
"Hey guys, what’s up?"
Lt. Torres turned in her seat and
handed him a drink.
"Why don’t you tell us, Helmboy?"
Oh, oh Tommy Boy, something’s up.
B’Elanna hadn’t used that particular diminutive in a long while.
She must really be pissed about something and when he glanced over at
Harry, who was doing his best wet-behind-the-ears ensign look, he knew
what that something was. Great, just great. So Tom, trying to look as
guiltless as Harry and not quite succeeding said,
"B’el, did I do something
wrong? I mean I’ve really trying to be on my best behavior the last
few light years."
The engineer let her breath out in
annoyance and gave him a look that could kill a targ. Surprise,
surprise, she wasn’t fooled by his sweet and innocent act.
"Chakotay, what are you doing
with Chakotay?"
It was the Klingon side of her that
didn’t mince words. Straight to point no matter how much blood was
spilled in the process. His blood in this instance.
"Look can we talk about this
later, somewhere a little less public? I’d rather not have the
entire crew hear about my love life."
"You are together!" She
stopped and digested the rest of what he’d said. "And why not
now? You can’t possibly be ashamed of being with him. I’d
understand it if was the other way around but you of all people being
ashamed of him!"
Tom could see that she was trying
desperately not to go all Klingon on him. He could also she that she
was losing the battle. In his softest, quietest voice he tried to calm
her.
"I didn’t say I was B’Elanna.
I’m not. I know how lucky I am having the big guy want me as much as
I want him. Shit, B’el I think love the guy." Tom took a couple
of deep breaths, "Maybe I am a little afraid of people might say
but not about me being with him but him being with me, OK?"
Love? She hadn’t expected that from
Tom. She knew from personal experience how hard it was for him to say
and here he was blurting it out to her in Sandrine’s. B’Elanna
relaxed and placed her hand on his arm.
"He deserves better, Tom. I know
him and if he’s chosen you he won’t care about what people might
say. You can’t protect him that way."
At this point Harry decided to join
the conversation.
"Tom you’re up."
It took a moment for Tom to grasp what
Harry was talking about. Pool. Oh, yeah, he was here to play pool.
Before he returned to the table, he walked to the end of the bar and
placed his empty glass on the counter beside a steaming cup of Vulcan
tea.
********
Chakotay entered Sandrine’s and did
his now ritual "Paris" scan. Tom was playing pool. From here
Chak couldn’t see the table but by the look on his Poocuh’s face
he wasn’t performing at his usual level of excellence.
He saw B’Elanna with Harry sitting
at the bar and started to progress his way over to them. Because the
holo program was popular tonight, it took the commander a little
longer than normal to reach his destination.
"Good evening B’Elanna,
Ensign."
Harry mumbled something unintelligible
into his beer and B’Elanna looked at him with a curious expression.
What, had he grown another head? He did a mental shrug and kept on
talking,
"How is Tom doing in the
tournament?"
"Argh!"
The chief engineer jumped off her
chair trying to avoid the beer shower Harry was giving her. When the
ensign stopped spewing he started coughing. Chakotay thumped his back
until he regained some of his control.
"Would one of you of mind
explaining what the hell is going on?"
B’Elanna stopped wiping herself long
enough to point over to Tom who was approaching them.
"Why don’t you ask him?"
For Tom’s benefit he snapped back
into his "commander" mode and cordially smiled at him. He
was struck again by the man's beauty.
"Hello Ensign…"
Before he could say more Tom’s hands
seized his face and his lips were crushed in a bruising kiss. The bar
went silent. Not that the commander noticed, all he could hear was the
blood rushing in his ears. After what seemed like forever the blonde
released him and stood back.
"Call me Poocuh."
As Chakotay pulled his "Poocuh"
back into his arms, he was vaguely aware of the sound of Harry falling
off his chair.
********
Tuvok sat waiting in the captain’s
ready room with a PADD clasped in his hands.
The doors swished open emitting
Captain Janeway. She walked around her desk and sat down.
"Captain I have completed my
observations of Commander Chakotay and Ensign Paris. Through extensive
monitoring and documentation I believe…"
"Stop."
Tuvok looked up from his PADD and
raised an eyebrow to the captain. She had one hand raised in the air,
palm out.
"Just answer me one question,
Tuvok. Is it true that Chakotay and Tom were kissing last night in
Sandrine’s?"
"Yes, however my study
showed…"
"Thank you Commander, that will
be all."
A very perplexed not to mention
exasperated, (though he would never admit to the latter) Vulcan rose
and left the room.
Smiling, Kathryn rose and walked over
to the replicator unit for some tea then and settled herself on the
lounge. She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair still
smiling.
Kissing on the holo deck. Well
doesn’t that beat all. She dearly wished she had been there to see
it. And according to her source, Mr. Kim’s performance would also
have been a sight to behold.
Well anyway it certainly had improved
their demeanor and if their spotless performance on the bridge today
was the result, she hoped they would be doing a lot more kissing (or
whatever) in the future.
Feeling that all was right in her
little corner of the universe, she finished her tea and returned to
the bridge.
End.
