Lieutenant Thomas Eugene Paris hit his com badge.  "Paris to Chakotay!"  The exasperation in his voice would have caused anyone to ask what was wrong.

"Damn!  Computer location of Commander Chakotay?"

"Commander Chakotay is in Holodeck Two," came the inflectionless response.

Tom left the Commander's office, his long legs eating at the distance separating them.  People got out of his way, knowing the signs of a pissed off pilot when they saw it.

"Meet me in my office at 14:00 hours.  I show up and where is the Commander?  Off playing in the holosuites," Tom muttered angrily, as he stepped into the turbolift.

Luckily no one was there to hear him growl, as he turned to face the front of the lift. "Deck eight."

Blue eyes flashed, arms crossed, toe tapping as his anger reached a higher level.

"Just 'cause he's the First Officer, does not mean I have to chase him all over the ship to have my ass eaten out over a report."

When the doors opened, Tom started down the corridor.  He was leaning forward as he strode angrily towards the holosuite.  Tom was livid.  You could tell from the angry flush showing on his face, to the clenched fists, to the set shoulders.

It had been a bad shift.  The Captain had given him a public reprimand for daydreaming at the helm.  Tom had taken it with a quick nod, catching the smile from Harry, and a definitive snort of amusement from B'Elanna.  Then he had been commed by Chakotay not fifteen minutes later saying he wanted to 'discuss' Tom's report.  It was bad enough to be called on the carpet by the Captain, but Chakotay too?  Who was next, Tuvok?  He was going to tell Commander Chakotay off and do it in a big way even if it ended him up in the Brig!

He rounded the corner and entered the holosuite.  Then Tom came to a sudden stop.  This was not one of his programs.  This must be one of the Commanders private programs, and it was...beautiful. Absolutely wonderful.  He looked at the deep green foliage, the bright flowers, the bluer than blue sky and felt the thermal heat from the sun.  Tom inhaled deeply and took in the scents: wet dirt, a fresh breeze.  This was absolutely gorgeous.

He saw a path and began to walk down it as he remembered why he was here.

He came to a small clearing.  The grass was soft, the ground dimpled with rays of sunshine, a small creek ran nearby.  Then off to one side, he saw a small blanket and Chakotay's medicine bundle. Tom sighed.  Well, at least he knew the Commander was here.  He wandered over and sat by a tree near the items to wait.  He knew Chakotay wouldn't leave his medicine bundle here.

As Tom waited, he leaned his head back against the tree and looked around.

The medicine bundle had his attention.  It was probably Chakotay's most precious and fiercely guarded possession.  He looked at it closely.  It was a small leather bag, probably about fifteen centimeters round, tied with more leather.  He wondered if it would be a *sin* to touch it.

'Probably to Chakotay,' Tom reasoned.

He leaned his head back and let his mind wander.  Tom relaxed with one knee drawn up and an arm resting over it.  The Commander was not from Earth, but he was a humanoid.  A Captain aboard a Maquis vessel.  They were at war with the Cardassians, an ally to the Federation.  Chakotay and his little band of renegades aboard the Crazy Horse were the reason they were stuck seventy light years from the Alpha Quadrant and desperately trying to get back.  Voyager had been sent to catch Chakotay and the Crazy Horse and bring them in.  A chase had ensued through the badlands and a spacial rift had sent all of them to the Delta Quadrant.  Through a series of mishaps, they had to combine crews, the Crazy Horse was destroyed and now they were all one big happy family.  The one problem was...Chakotay and Tom really didn't like each other very much.

The Commander was tall, heavily built, dark-skinned, dark eyed and as enticing as any man Tom had ever met, but he was also stubborn, self-righteous and had the obnoxious habit of never getting upset, never loosing his cool.  He was from a proud people, a lot like the native Americans.  He had a tattoo on his forehead that for some perverse reason had captured Tom's attention.

Tom suspected Chakotay and the Captain had something going on between them, but he had too much respect for Captain Kathryn Janeway to even enter into the gossip.  Captain Janeway had given Tom another chance at life and Tom was not going to mess this one up...too badly.  He stood up and located the stream and got a drink.

'What in the heck is he doing?' Tom thought as he looked around.  He went back to the clearing to wait.

Chakotay, they had a history prior to Voyager and the badlands.  He had piloted for Chakotay, which had gotten him caught by the Federation as a Maquis spy, disowned by his father, Admiral Paris, and ended him in one the meanest High Security Facilities on Earth for eight months.  Enter Captain Kathryn Janeway, red-head extraordinaire.  She had offered Tom a chance to get out and start putting his life back together.

He should hate Commander Chakotay, but really thinking of him as the hard Commander of his own vessel, he was breathtaking.  He was a man's man, and had a dangerous side that most of the people on Voyager hadn't seen.  The Maquis knew, Chakotay ran a tight ship.  You didn't mess with Chakotay or the Crazy Horse.  Not if you wanted to live and Tom did.

'Nope, no way,' Tom thought, as he shook his head in the quiet of the clearing.  He had done it once and had decided as Chakotay had stared him down, that he wanted to live with all appendages working properly.

He looked at the medicine bag.  It was like Chakotay, kinda nondescript on the outside, but you never really knew what was inside.  The absurd idea of looking in it occurred to Tom. Then common sense took over and he again decided he wanted to live.  He reached out and touched it.  The
leather was soft, pliant, but there were ridges from whatever was inside it, hard ridges.

He leaned back against the tree, trying to ignore the twinges in his groin.  He thought about the one time he and Chakotay had gotten cross-wise to each other on the Crazy Horse.  Tom had back talked Chakotay while he was drunk.  One second he was there with a cocky grin on his
face, daring the Maquis Captain to do something, the next he was being forcibly held three inches from the deck by the front of his uniform by Chakotay.  In a voice that was low, deep and threatening, Chakotay had explained if Paris didn't want to experience the short joys of being
airlocked, he had better change his attitude.  Tom had shakily agreed, but he had never been able to shake the feeling of Chakotay's body pressed against his.  Soft, hard, warm, sort of like his medicine bundle.  Tom felt the warm swelling of his cock.

Tom shook his head and sighed. 'Where is he?!'

Tom started walking the glen.  His mind started recycling memories of Chakotay.  The fierce strength and control during an emergency.  His stalwart and stoic demeanor.  He remembered watching Chakotay's ass once or twice when he had stepped between Tom and the view screen; and, once or twice at Sandrine's, when he was leaning over the pool tables.  Tom smiled despite himself, the Commander sure had a fine looking back end.  Tom laughed as he imagined the Commander's reaction if he came and rubbed his own hard cock up against him while he was leaning over a pool table.  Or grabbing a handful?  Tom shook his head wondering what the Commander would do if he knew Tom was attracted to him, despite the anger they always seemed to bring out in each other.

Then a picture of Tom shooting some pool late one night in Sandrine's came into his mind.  There was no one but holopeople there.  The door opened and Chakotay walked in.

"Commander," Tom greeted casually.  He picked up his mug of beer and took a swallow.  "Sorry, you missed the crowd.  Care to shoot a game?" Tom gestured towards the table.

"Not really, Paris," Chakotay says, walking towards the bar.  Tom who had had one too many followed.

"What's the matter, Commander?  You'll play anyone but me.  Afraid I might beat you?"

"I've been beaten at pool before," Chakotay said, calmly turning to face Tom.

"Then it's me."  Tom stated the obvious.  "Why do you hate me so much, Commander?  Do you really think I turned you in?  Was helping Janeway catch you?  Do you really think I'm that much of a reprobate that I would turn in an old crew, even one that deserted me and left me to fucking
prison?!"  The hiss in Tom's voice spoke his anger for him.

"We didn't desert you, Paris, you knew..." Chakotay started calmly.

"Sure as hell didn't stick around long after it got bad!"  The accusation rang hard in Tom's voice. "You didn't care whether I got caught or not."

"Tom, I never abandoned any member of my crew easily. We were out gunned, it was a tactical decision. Leave and save everyone else, or stay and loose the Crazy Horse."

"You lost her anyway!" Tom said, in a low, angry tone. But he found his shirt once more caught in that massive fist.

"Shut up," came the growled directive.

Their faces were inches apart, and, in his daydream, Tom leaned in and kissed Chakotay. They came together in anger and sheer lust.  Tom found himself pushed against the bar.

"Don't do it, Chakotay."

"Why not?  You've wanted me since you were my pilot, Paris," Chakotay growled, as he reached around for the fastenings on Tom's pants. "You want me to fuck you hard."  Chakotay rubbed his own hard shaft against Tom's ass.  "Just like I've wanted you."

A moment later Tom's pants dropped to his knees, followed by his briefs being pushed out of the way.  He felt Chakotay fumble with his own pants, but as the Commander began to push against him, Tom froze, a choking sound escaping him.

"Tom?" Chakotay questioned. "What in the hell am I doing?"  Chakotay stepped back.  Tom turned his head.

"Raping me."

Tom came screeching back to reality.

"Damn it!" he said aloud, pacing. "Get out of my head!"  He took several calming breaths, although there was nothing that was going to calm his cock.  "Paris, you are a basket case. You want the man, you want him to take you, and what happens, you freeze up every time, and say the wrong damn thing."  He threw himself back at the tree, and looked at Chakotay's medicine bundle. His hand strayed to his still hard cock.

"Fuck!"  He reached out and touched it, running his fingers gently over the surface.  "I wish you were soft like this Chak."  His private nickname for the Commander.  "I wish I could touch you like this without worrying about being raped like I was in prison. I wish you understood."  Tom leaned back against the tree, covering his eyes with his arm. "I wish you...cared."

Slowly, his breathing calmed, the birds started to sing and the sound of the creek entered his mind and he calmed.  How long he leaned against the tree, his uniform sleeve absorbing the moisture from his tears, he didn't know.  But then he heard a quiet voice asking,

"Tom, why are you here?"

He jumped at the sound and looked up to see Chakotay standing by his medicine bundle.  He cleared his throat and stood up, hoping there were no tell tale traces of tears in his eyes.

"You said you wanted to discuss my report with me, Commander."

"Oh, yes. I forgot about that. I apologize."

"Yes, sir."

"Do you want to go to my office or we could talk about it here, if you want," Chakotay said, moving into the glen. "It was a bad shift, Paris. I came down here to relax."

"This is a beautiful program, Commander.  Here is fine,"  Tom said, breaking out of the rigid stance he was in.

"Take a seat then," Chakotay instructed, as he settled on his mat.  "Tom, we have discussed your reports in the past.  I know they are boring and tedious, remember I have to read them.  And although I enjoy your humor, we both know regs and the Captain is insisting we follow regs."

Chakotay made a conscious effort to soften his tone and drop the Commander attitude.

He wondered how he could tell this man, that his opinion had changed.  That he too wanted Tom.  Chakotay picked up his medicine bundle and wondered how to show Tom that he too wanted something more than the hard edges.  He listened to Tom's clipped answer of  'Yes, sir.  I will try harder in the future.'

He had been in the area for quite some time before he let Tom know he was there.  He had seen Tom handle his medicine bundle and then obviously drift off into a daydream, but what had floored Chakotay was Tom's reaction to it.  He had become excited and then gotten angry, but the
words he spoke.  It had spoken to Chakotay's inner self.  He understood.

"Tom, have you ever wondered about this?" Chakotay asked, as he lifted the bundle.  Why not start where Tom had?

Continued in The Pool Game