Author's note:
Okay kiddies this one's initial premise might beg you
to suspend
your logical thinking for a time and ask you to go a
little with
the flow cause the science isn't exactly precise (it is
however closer
than you might think) but I promise you, it will
eventually
be worth it.
*A special
thanks to Haggis for inspiring this whacked out tale of
misadventure
and desperate love.*
Summary:
Chakotay and Tom go on an away mission to a toxic planet
and have to
depend on each other in a very intimate way to stay alive.
Oh fuck, he was masturbating.
When he barged
into the bathroom, the most he he'd hoped for was to
catch Chakotay
nude, but this, holy shit, this was better. Tom
could work
with this.
Someone once
said that the way to a man's heart was through his
stomach but
Tom had a different take on the old adage. He believed
in feeding
another organ entirely.
"What do you
want?" Chakotay ask hoarsely, his arm stilling under
the cloudy
water.
"To clean up
and get this damn fucking plug out of my ass." He
replied casually
pretending not to notice the wet floor or the three-
inch waves
in the tub. "You don't mind do you?"
"No, of course
not." Chakotay brought his arms up out of the bath
and stretched
them out along the back of the tub. "Why should I?"
He finished
with a defiant tilt to his dimpled chin.
Yeah why should you?
"Okay don't
mind me, you just enjoy your bath." Tom said cheerfully
as he undid
his belt and shimmied out his toga.
He heard Chakotay
gasp at his nudity and smiled inwardly. The older
man may not
like him personally but he did have a thing for his
body.
Tom wondered how long it would take for an arm to slip back
under the
water. Perhaps he could give it a little incentive?
Arching his
back as if to stretch out a kink, Tom balled his fists at
the base of
his spine and groaned long and low in his throat.
"Oh yeah, that
feels good." He cracked his neck and then lifted a
leg up on
the lid of the closed toilet. "And now for this bloody
thing."
Leaning one
forearm against the marble wall in over the commode, Tom
reached around
behind to grasp the dildo's disk firmly in the fingers
of his free
hand. He pulled it out an inch and stopped.
"Oh fuck, that
feels kind of nice. It tingles, ooh-aah." He moaned
as he twisted
the plug. He peeped over at Chakotay for a reaction,
nothing.
Both of the commander's hands were still visible. "Did it
feel that
way for you Chak? Nice and tingly?"
"No." The commander stated firmly.
Liar, Tom thought.
He remembered the quiet simpers Chakotay made as
Tom removed
his plug. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his out
another inch.
"Ah fuck, you sure?" He pushed it back in. "Oh yeah!"
He wasn't acting
here. It really did feel good and with Chakotay
watching him
well, that made it even better. Tom looked down to see
his little
buddy fully awake and nodding in agreement. Whoakay, it
was show time!
Turning his
body slightly so he could see Chakotay while he worked,
Tom licked
and bit at his lower lip as moved the dildo in short drawn-
out stokes
in and out of his ass. He oohed and aahed every once and
a while for
effect and let his lids fall to half-mast so the
commander
wouldn't realized he was being observed. It worked.
Chakotay's
eyes became mere slits as he watched with great interest
as Tom fucked
himself. His hands however were still glued to the rim
of the tub.
Tom was really going to have go all out here to unstick
those stubborn
appendages. Maybe it was time to break a rule.
Tom closed
his eyes all the way, sacrificing his view for the sake of
his performance
and began an erotic conversation with himself.
"Mmm yeah,
that's good babe, like that oh yeah Chak, do it, oh fuck
yeah!"
He went on
and on talking to the dildo as if it was the man in the
tub while
pumping it faster and faster within himself. The exertion,
the strain
of it and the undeniable pleasure of it caused a sweat
break out
over his breast and brow. If Chakotay didn't succumb soon,
he would.
Gratefully,
Tom heard a splash and opened his eyes in anticipation
only to be
disappointed. Chakotay's head popping up from the bath
had generated
the sound and those blasted hands were stroking all
right but
only the water from his face and hair. They were nowhere
near where
they should be at this point in Tom's presentation.
Fuck, he had
a good mind to throw the plug at him and would have only
now he was
the one with eye candy. Without knowing it Tom bet,
Chakotay was
putting on his own show. Tom pulled the plug from his
ass, tossed
it on his sodden toga and sat down on the closed lid of
the toilet
with his knees apart to watch.
Chakotay's
glistening chest, so silky smooth and radiant flexed as he
raised his
strong arms to skim the excess water from his spiky
hair.
Dusty rose nipples peeped up from the waterline when his
reached extended
to the back of his neck. The dark brooding eyes
that Tom had
been trying to catch the attention of, fluttered closed
as he bent
his head back into the movement.
As Chakotay
rested quietly in that position with his arms butterflied
out from either
side of his head, Tom masturbated noisily not caring
about how
easily the older man had turned the tables on him.
Letting his
breath exhale in loud choking gasps from his lungs, he
squeezed and
tugged at his rigid cock. When Chakotay sucked the
sweat away
from his upper lip, he couldn't take it anymore. Tom
threw his
head back and came with a muffled cry.
"Oh-ah, aa-ah, Cha, ah, ah oh Cha."
He thought
he might have mumbled the other man's name, but wasn't
sure.
Nothing he was doing now was scripted or being done
consciously.
He was just reacting, being himself without all the
bells and
whistles.
Lifting his
head from the cold marble Tom, a sweaty, come covered
mess eyed
the steaming water. Right now it seemed more attractive
than man sitting
in it. He stumbled to the edge of the tub.
"Do you mind if I join you Chak?"
********
"No, of course not." He answered with a calm he didn't feel.
Tom sighed
dramatically as he slipped into the tub and eased
down on the
stairs across from him. Under the water his legs felt
the swish
as the younger man's feet braced themselves on the ledge he
was sitting
on. If Chakotay parted his thighs another inch he would
bump them.
He was trapped. He was about to make comment on it when
Tom's head
disappeared under the water.
"Ah fuck that feels better." He said as he resurfaced.
Tom gave him
a boyish smile and then shook his head like a dog. When
Chakotay lifted
his arm to block the flying water droplets, the Tom
laughed and
pressed his hips with his ankles. Chakotay would have
stood to escape
the hold but that would have revealed the throbbing
erection he
hadn't been able to lose since Tom had caught him with
his hand on
it.
He'd been embarrassed
naturally but that hadn't lasted long. When
the younger
man had begun fucking himself with the butt plug and
moaning his
name, he'd forgotten his shame, well almost.
Even while
Tom was driving him insane with lust, he had held on to
some decorum.
Held on, yes to the back of the tub like it was a
lifeline,
his mind chided him. Chakotay had so wanted to stroke
himself in
time with Tom's thrusts, that when his grip did fail, he
had doused
his head hoping the warm water would help ease his rapidly
fraying nerves
and spiraling arousal.
It had worked.
When he emerged from the water he felt calmer but his
respite was
short lived. When the tenor of Tom's moans changed and
he came whispering
his name, oh spirits that had been worse than when
he shouted
it. It was tender, more personal, almost, almost . . .
loving?
"You're incredible
you know." Tom said snapping him out of a
dangerous
line of thought.
"I am?"
Tom moved his
feet to the top his thighs and dug his toes into his
hips.
Chakotay's unsatisfied cock quivered under the water at the
rough caress.
He prayed Tom wouldn't notice the ripples.
"Yeah Chak, and you make me feel incredible."
"No." He protested
not sure if he was talking about the compliment or
the hip massage.
"Is that so
hard to believe? Shit, I just came from looking at you
or didn't
you notice?"
"From looking
at me?" Oh damn, he didn't need to know that. Not now
when he was
so close to the edge. His balls had lifted and it had
nothing to
do with buoyancy. He bit the inside of his cheek hoping
the pain would
distract him.
"Not that's
anything new. I whack off to your image all the time.
In the shower,
in bed," Tom laughed and Chakotay felt it all the way
down to his
hips. "Shit once I even did it in a booth in
Sandrine's.
You were in civvies. You know that black sweater you
wear with
the tight jeans?"
Chakotay nodded
mutely, too strung out do anything else. His chest
was hurting
and his jaw was sore from trying to hide his quickening
breaths.
Soon he knew he would begin trembling.
"Yeah well
it was the way those jeans hugged your ass that set me
off.
I had already been thinking about going home and jerking off to
you when you
strode in looking all hot and sexy like and sat at the
bar.
Man, I knew right then I wasn't going to make it to my cabin so
I grabbed
a booth real quick. Thank god it was dark cause it was
very obvious
what I was doing."
"Tell me."
Chakotay rasped out. He knew it was going to send him
over but he
asked anyway. He had been so riled up about the way he
felt about
Tom Paris, he had not considered the way Tom Paris might
feel about
him. He wanted no, needed to hear it. Maybe he could
come quietly
while the younger man was involved in his tale.
"My ass had
no sooner hit the bench when my hand was in my pants
whacking my
dick. Oh it felt so good to actually be doing it while
you were there
in the room. I knew it was making me a little crazy
but it didn't
stop me. I just bit my lip from screaming out your
name and fucked
my fist until I," Tom paused and peered at him with
what suddenly
looked like incredibly long blond lashes. "Chak are
you okay?"
"Ah, ah, ah,"
Was all he was able to manage. It was happening and he
wasn't, as
he foolishly believed going to be able to hide it. He
braced his
arms along the back of the tub, arched his spine lifting
his ass from
the bench and knocking Tom's feet from his hips. This
was going
to be a hard one.
"Oh shit Chak!"
He heard Tom exclaim as his jaw clenched and every
muscle in
his body went rigid.
It was pain
and pleasure mixed as molten lava surged from his balls
and erupted
from his cock. He knew he must be screaming because
could hear
Tom cooing and shushing him in his ear.
"It's okay babe, it's okay, it's okay." Came the soft words.
Finally the
worse of the orgasm passed and he began to relax his
strained body.
He was exhausted and limp and if Tom hadn't been
there to hold
him under his arms, he would have slipped under the
water and
drowned.
"My god babe,
you're spectacular." The younger man pulled him
tighter and
kissed his tattoo.
"Don't." He wheezed and tried to move away.
"And incredible,"
Another soft kiss, this one on his cheek closer to
his mouth.
"And so fucking beautiful."
Tom's touch
was more intimate than he could handle right now.
Everything,
his brain, his skin, everything was over sensitized. He
needed time
to process what had just happened but the younger man's
gentle caresses
were turning his brain to mush and preventing him
from thinking
straight.
"Don't what,
babe?" Tom nuzzled his face with his and
whispered.
"Hold you, love you, what?"
Love?
Oh no, don't dangle that before my starving soul. It would be
too easy to
fall for this pale beauty and incredibly hard to lose
it.
He was only one of the many, he reminded himself.
"Just don't!"
Chakotay tore the fawning blond's arms from his neck
and finding
new strength in his fear, practically jumped the tub.
Dripping wet
he turned back to him. "I can't do this just yet. It's
too much."
"You want the
rules back, don't you?" Tom said sadly as he rose and
waded out
of the water to stand before him.
"Yes, no, no
not exactly. I mean I need distance, the rules gave me
that before
but I don't think they'll work now. My desire for you
isn't a secret,
not after what you've seen me do but to rush head
long into
it, I'm not sure if I can do that."
"You want to go slow."
Or not all, it would be safer and gentler on his pride.
"Please, for now."
"But why?"
Tom pressed the length of his wet body against
his.
"This is good between us Chak. You feel it as much I do."
"Everyone feels it for you Tom. I'm only one of the many."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
The younger man pulled away looking genuinely shocked and hurt.
"I'm your commanding officer, I can't be one of your lovers."
"Then be the
only one." Tom cooed as he lifted a hand to stroke his
cheek.
Chakotay shied away before the tender touch reached him. He
needed to
keep his mind clear.
"No, ah spirits.
I can't decide this right now. We have a mission
to attend
to and I have to make that my main priority. Sex with you
will have
to wait."
"For another six hours, you mean."
"Tom,.-"
"Sorry Chak,
I'm okay with this really." Tom absurdly stood at
attention.
The overly formal action was made all that more
ridiculous
because he dripping wet and buck-naked. "Okay what's our
next move?"
"We get dressed and go to dinner in the main hall."
"And look for Kryptonite." Tom grinned.
Chakotay was
amazed by his powers of resilience. He himself was
having a hard
time keeping it together while this young buck was
snapping back
as if nothing personal had just passed between them.
Chakotay paused.
Maybe that was it. Perhaps it had not been
personal for
Tom.
His initial
problem with getting close to the pilot was becoming
another faceless
body to fuck. Chakotay liked to mean more than that
to his lovers.
He was usually monogamous and spent a great deal of
time with
them however with Tom that was not the case.
On Voyager,
the younger man had many lovers and gave them little
notice when
they were not in his bed. They weren't special to him,
just a means
to an end.
Tom liked sex
and now here he was on a planet where he, Chakotay was
the only fare.
It wasn't personal. Chakotay was just all there was
and Tom was
making the most of it. The words of love and caring were
just part
of the game. It didn't make Tom a bad person but it did
define him.
Now what Chakotay
had to decide was whether or not he wanted to
play.
For him, it would be a dangerous recreation to become involved
in and a harder
one to stop. He would have to be very careful.
"Babe?" Tom said pulling him out his thoughts.
"Yes and then figure out a way to attain some for ourselves."
"Sounds good babe, let's go."
"Tom about the nickname,"
"Hey you asked
me to go slow and I'm going to but you've gotta leave
me something."
"I understand but babe?"
"It's either that or sweetheart."
"Babe it is."
********
Okay so a full
on frontal assault wasn't the way to Chakotay's
heart.
It scared him, spooked him almost.
Chakotay was
afraid to let go with him. He wanted him, as Tom had
guessed and
was quite frankly ecstatic about but there was a barrier
of some kind
keeping him from showing it. Which didn't mean Tom was
going to give
up. It just meant changing tactics.
Chakotay had
almost panicked when Tom had tried to touch him in the
bath because
he had been too sexually aggressive. Nothing else made
sense so that
meant the display with the plug had been an incredible
miscalculation.
Chakotay hadn't
come until they had been talking quietly in the tub.
Although he
really wasn't sure what had set the other man off, he
knew it hadn't
been his flagrant performance previous. It had been
something
subtler and learning from that mistake, he would act
accordingly.
Tom would wait
for Chakotay come on to him. That was, he decided the
new way to
his heart.
As Tom considered
his next line of attack or non-attack more aptly,
he dressed
in the clean toga Tuvok had beamed down. This one a had a
shiny blue
edge to off set the white but it was still embarrassingly
short.
The security chief, come fashion consultant had also sent an
array of jewelry
which Tom had spread out on the bed trying to figure
out what went
where.
"Problem?" Chakotay said over his shoulder.
Tom resisted the urge to turn and kiss the mouth so close to his ear.
"Okay I understand
the rings, they go on the fingers and the silver
belt is self
explanatory but what about the rest?"
"The large
silver bands with the blue crystals go around your biceps
and the matching
choker around your neck."
"It looks like a dog collar." He complained.
"Everyone in
the market was wearing one. These people like adorning
themselves
with pretty things. We need to fit in Tom."
That was true.
The natives of this planet were certainly decked out
to the nines
when it came to jewelry and there had been about a
million booths
catering to all sorts of earrings, bands, rings,
whatever in
the marketplace.
"Great, sure I get that but why aren't you wearing one?"
Looking dignified
in his longer toga trimmed in gold, Chakotay
fingered the
beaten gold circlet that lay loosely on his
collarbones.
It matched the bands on his upper arms. The older man
wore no rings.
"It's only
a different style. Here," Chakotay picked up the collar,
snapped it
around his neck and moved him over to the mirror above the
fainting couch.
"See, it looks good."
With a critical
eye, Tom assessed his appearance, which was no easy
task what
with Chakotay standing so close behind him. His dark male
handsomeness
outshone his washed out feminine appearance.
"Oh terrific, now combined with the dress, I look like a girl."
"You don't."
Chakotay brushed the nape of his neck above the clasp
with his thick
fingers and Tom shivered. "You look every inch a man
Tom Paris."
As Tom turned
slowly, the older man's hand stayed stationary. Warm
fingers trailed
seductively from his nape, along his jaw to his
chin.
A thumb kneaded his bottom lip. Tom opened his mouth and let
it in.
Chakotay gasped but did not remove the digit.
Pretending
the thumb was something much larger, Tom swirled his
tongue around
it, sucked lightly and waited for Chakotay's reaction.
This was subtle,
wasn't it? Oh shit, he hoped so cause he was really
liking Chakotay's
thumb in his mouth.
"Spirits Tom,"
Chakotay removed his wet thumb and rubbed it over
Tom's lips.
Tom kissed and licked it dry. "You make it very hard
for me to
remain professional."
Three cheers for hard.
"Sorry babe but you can't touch me and expect me not to respond."
"I know."
Chakotay whispered softly. He sounded almost sad to Tom's
ears.
"That's just they way you are."
"The way I
am?" What was that supposed to mean? Shit and people
thought he
was hard to figure out. Chakotay's wavering libido was
difficult
enough to get a handle on, he didn't need cryptic
statements
to add to the confusion.
The older man dropped his hand.
"Let's go to dinner, shall we?"
Oh sure why
the fuck not, Tom thought. At least food was one thing
he did understand.
********
"Very pretty stones."
Chakotay look
across the communal dining room, following Tabun's
gaze.
It landed to where Tom sat twinkling blue with a bevy of
admirers both
men and women around a large round table. Chakotay
looked back
to his dinner companion.
Upon entering
the large hall, Tom and he had been separated, as was
the custom.
It promoted friendship Tabun had informed him.
"They're called
sapphires. Would you like to acquire some?" He
asked knowing
what his price would be. Tabun was dripping in
Kryptonite.
"Perhaps but
I'm afraid they wouldn't look quite was well on my serif
as they do
yours." Tabun topped up his wine glass. "He's very
unusual Chakotay."
Tom in his
short skirt was a serif, a traveling companion for older
well-established
businessmen. It was yet another lesson from Tabun,
who was turning
out to a wealth of information.
"How so?" He asked hoping to learn more.
"His age for one. How old is he?"
Oh spirits how old `was' Tom?
"Thirty five." Chakotay guessed.
"Really?
I let go my last serif when he turned thirty." Tabun
leered at
him. "He must be very talented to keep a hold of for so
long."
"Yes."
He replied, again guessing although he would very likely know
the answer
for certain before they left this planet.
"And he is
an exceptional beauty. You are a very lucky man
Chakotay."
Tabun emptied his glass and refilled it with the ruby
liquid from
the decanter.
Drinking it
seemed was serious business during dinner. Chakotay
himself had
partaken very sparingly. He had enough to muddle his
mind.
He didn't need alcohol to fog it further. Tom however, he
could see
from here was not so concerned and was enjoying his wine.
"Tell me, does he service your wife also?"
"I have no
wife." Chakotay said distractedly. He was concentratng
on Tom.
Some of the women where actually stroking the blond fur of
his chest.
They didn't seem interested at all in the blue stones Tom
was wearing.
Tabun slapped
his arm and laughed heartily. "Ah again you are a
lucky man."
As his dinner
companion went on to describe his own not so marital
bliss, Chakotay
kept his eyes possessively on the laughing blond
across the
courtyard.
Tom was mingling
like he was. Gathering information to help the
mission but
Chakotay found himself wishing the young lieutenant
wasn't so
dedicated to duty. Much too many people paid attention to
him, just
like they did on Voyager.
He didn't want
to think what was going to happen when they got back
to the ship.
If he thought it was bad now watching strangers with
Tom what would
it be like on Voyager? That's where Tom's lovers or
the rabble
as he tended to think of them, were. Not here on this
alien planet
where sex with the population was forbidden. How would
Chakotay be
able stand sitting in Sandrine's knowing that if Tom
wanted to,
he could pick and chose from any of the herd and take them
to his bed?
Chakotay stopped himself. Was he jealous? Oh spirits, he was.
Here he was
almost fifty having adolescent feelings about a man he
couldn't even
honestly call his lover or boyfriend if he wanted to
stay in the
same puerile vein.
Dammit he couldn't
even make up his mind if he wanted the younger man
and yet he
found himself resenting others that did. How messed up
was that?
He laughed
aloud at the ridiculousness of it and Tabun ceased his
ramblings
and looked at him oddly.
"Forgive me
Tabun." Tired of taking himself so seriously, Chakotay
took a long
drink of his wine. "Now about those sapphires?"
That fact the
he had started drinking seemed to smooth over his
inappropriate
outburst and Tabun smiled broadly.
"I know a few
people who might be interested." Tabun filled Chakotay
glass and
was impressed when he drained it. "And what would you like
in return?"
Chakotay pointed
a lazy finger, at the yellow stones in his new
friend's circlet.
"Ah, jaselmers,
yes they would go well with your serif's hair. Will
you be here
tomorrow? Yes? Good, I will see you then. Have a good
night Chakotay."
Tabun rose and glanced over at Tom. "A very good
night."
He bid once more then left.
Feeling proud
for making a good bargain, Chakotay toasted himself and
finished his
wine. A pleasant buzz filtered through his body,
relaxing him
and easing the tension of the last few days. He poured
himself another
glass and looked again over at his would be boyfriend.
That beautiful
sometimes innocent, sometimes mischievous younger man
wanted him.
For how long he would continue to want him, Chakotay
wasn't sure.
It might be only until they returned to Voyager and the
herd.
Chakotay took
another drink and swished his wine through his teeth a
few times
before swallowing. Yes, back to the herd.
Here and now,
Tom was alone with only him for sexual release. Well
it was a little
more than that thanks to the planet's poisonous
atmosphere
but it didn't change the fact that it was he, Chakotay not
the Delaney
sisters, Gerron Tem, Ayala or any other of his admirers
that the younger
man could turn to right now.
Tom needed
him and only him, so why wasn't he accepting that gift?
Because he
might get hurt? He was hurting now. Because his precious
pride might
be sacrificed? Big deal, he'd already lost a large
portion that
when he'd come like an erupting volcano in front of him
in the tub.
So what was
left? What was holding him back? Nothing he decided.
Not some arbitrary
time schedule, Chakotay didn't need no stinking
time schedule,
nothing, nada, zip.
Standing, he
finished his wine and slammed the glass back down on the
table.
It was Tommy time.
TBC