The BLTS Archive- Waiting Geron #3: Advice by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. c1999 Karen --- Tom closes the commline after agreeing to meet with Chakotay at 0730, and I am pulled out of bed for a 'quick' shower before breakfast. I really like his ideas on bathing. Prophets, this is amazing! I can't believe that a tongue in my butt feels so good...it's sort of freaking me out, though. I know he's going to want to kiss me after this, and-- Yes, he can lick anything of mine he wants. My erection is practically slapping me in the stomach, it's so hard. Mmmm, he has my face pressed up against the wall, the water is beating on my back and I'm writhing like one of the sluts in Dalby's '1001 Risan Nights' vid. God, this is hot. I'm not the only one enjoying it either. Tom is holding onto my hip with just one hand now, and from his groans I would say the other is very busy elsewhere. I'm wrong! I jump as it slowly slides between my thighs. I am suddenly and all-too-briefly treated to a massage of my balls by those long fingers before they continue up to press my cock tightly to my belly. I vaguely hear myself scream. Tom gives a loud snort of amusement and then bites my right butt cheek. His tongue quickly soothes the sting and then moves back to impale me once again, stabbing deeply into my core. That slick agile hand alternates between palming the head of my cock in tiny rapid circles, and gently squeezing my shaft. My hips jerk back and forth, trying to reach both sources of pleasure at the same time. I moan, my brain shutting down until all I can do is feel his exquisite touch. I explode with a shout. The next thing I know I'm sitting on the floor of the shower, leaning against that wonderfully furry chest while gentle hands wash my sticky thighs. I reach down to take his cock and find it softening. He grins sheepishly and tenderly kisses me. "I came from watching you, Baby." --- It's amazing how quickly things can go bad. Our first attempt at breakfast is quick and futile. The moment we enter the mess hall, everyone turns to stare. I can *feel* Tom stiffen at my side even though we aren't touching. My admiration for my lover grows greatly as he quietly places a hand on the small of my back and guides me towards the counter. Neelix's smile is nervous, but kind. He quickly serves our trays and then briefly touches Tom's hand. "They'll come around, Tom. It may take some time, but they're good people." Tom just nods...smiling is completely beyond him at this point. We both turn to look for a table and my eyes begin to burn as I take in the complete coldness in the faces of the people that I considered friends until just moments ago. I'm suddenly filled with anger. I turn, placing my tray in the recycler and head for the door. I hear a clatter and a soft growl somewhere behind me, and then I'm embraced from behind by a pair of strong arms. I turn in relief and stiffen as I realize they belong to Gregor. I look over his shoulder to see Tom blocked from reaching me by Ken and Donna. From the look on his face, he's ready to blow. "Let me go." "Gerry--" "Let me go, Greg...Now." I really think for a moment that he is going to refuse, but he steps aside. I hold out my hand to Tom who moves to my side and briefly hugs me. I turn to face the others, leaving one arm around Tom. "This man is the only person on this whole damned ship that sees me for what I am. Yes, I'm young but I am twenty-three years old and on *any* planet I know of that is considered an adult." I sigh and then again fight tears. "You don't know how much it means that you care enough to worry about me...but my life is my own and if I want to love Tom Paris, which by the way *I do*, it is none of your business." I look at Greg and then to Chakotay who is standing silently behind the Captain. I wonder briefly at her inaction and my temper is sparked anew. "I am probably the only person on this ship besides Naomi that you would dare do this to and I cannot tell you how angry that makes me." Utter silence. I take Tom's hand again and walk shakily out of the mess hall. Before I can say anything, his stomach growls and mine replies seconds later. With a stifled laugh Tom maneuvers me into the observation lounge and over to the replicator. We share a cup of coffee and a chocolate breakfast shake, and soon we're stepping into the lift, thankfully alone. "Computer, halt turbolift." I lean into Tom's arms and kiss him deeply. Nothing they can say will get me to give this up. The anger flares and I kiss him, at first fiercely and then more gently, finally sucking his tongue into my mouth to caress it with my own. He moans and I feel him shudder. He is letting me take the lead, perhaps knowing I need to release a little of my frustration from the earlier scene. I softly nip at his lower lip and then chuckle, thinking about my earlier worries about what those lips and that tongue had been doing. At his raised eyebrow I shrug, still smiling. "Computer, restart turbolift. I was just thinking that you taste good...sort of like mocha." My lover laughs. "You, too." He kisses me again and then grins. "You certainly told 'em off in the mess. They may think twice before trying to treat you like a kid any more." Too soon, the lift stops and the doors open. Tom backs halfway out and then pulls me to him again. Our 'see you later' kiss could melt the warp core. I pull back and lose myself in his eyes. "Lunch?" Prophets, how can he talk after that? I smile slowly and run my fingers up his chest to tweak a nipple. I look down at his groan and pat his semi-erect cock. "Yeah, lunch would be good. Comm me when Batehart relieves you." I can see the wheels turning as Tom considers any number of smart-assed replies to that loaded statement. Finally, he adjusts his uniform a bit and just smiles. "OK." I peek out of the lift to watch him walk to Chakotay's office and stab at the door signal. He straightens his shoulders and turns to wink quickly at me before he steps inside. I don't know if he sees me whisper, "I love you." I do. --- Well, the Big Guy wants to see me at 0730, but that still leaves time for breakfast. We already...showered. It *was* supposed to be just that, in...wash...and out, but his reaction when I first ran my tongue down the cleft of his ass...I thought I would die. Eyes round as saucers and just about as big. If his legs had shaken any harder, he would have ended up in my lap. I had to laugh. No matter how good it felt, I know at that point he was debating whether to ever kiss me again. So, it became a mission. I was gonna show my baby just how good it could feel. Right, I'm soooo altruistic. One look at that seal sleek body, back arched just right, grinding that pretty ass into my touch, moaning and writhing...gods, I came right along with him, without touching my cock. Again. The brat has me on a hair-trigger. We're finally dressed and we actually have plenty of time to eat. Gerry...Tem, I still can't quite get used to that, and I decide to tough it out and head for the mess hall. Big fucking mistake. I haven't seen the place this full since the stoves went out for a day and we had free use of the replicators. No one is talking...they're just watching us as if they expect me to throw Gerrie on the nearest table and take him. Gods, this is hard. So hard. This sweet gentle man looks at these people as family and all of a sudden, they are looking at him like he's the biggest disappointment in their lives. I want to take him in my arms and tell them all to go to hell. Instead, I place a hand carefully on his back and relax a bit as I feel some of the tension leave him. Maybe I can actually get him to eat a bit before his shift. Neelix is wonderful as usual. He tells me that people will come around. I hope so. I don't know if I could let Geron give everyone else up just to be with me. I think he would though, and just that thought fills me with a fierce possessiveness. He chooses that moment to look into my eyes. Gods. This man is mine...heart, mind, body and soul. I can see it shining in those lovely dark eyes. We pick up our trays and turn to try and find somewhere to sit. There is a sound from next to me, possibly a gasp, and suddenly Geron is almost throwing his tray into the recycler and heading towards the exit. I discard my tray and move to follow, but find myself wearing Ken Dalby and Donna Henley. I force myself to keep quiet, but manage a growled "Back off" as Dalby grabs my arm. I look away from the stupid fuck to find Ayala wrapped around Gerrie like a lover. It takes everything I have not to rip off his arms and beat him to death with them. But then Gerry turns and those gentle loving eyes become deadly. "Let me go." "Gerry--" "Let me go, Greg...Now." I almost laugh aloud as Ayala obeys. Dalby and Henley melt away and I move to take Gerrie's hand. It's not enough. I hug him hard and get pissed off all over again at the murmurs behind us. Apparently Gerrie does, too. I can't believe the words pouring out of him. He's angry, but trying to keep from taking it out on everyone. He just said he loves me. My head flies up at his words and my eyes meet the Captain's. She has said nothing throughout this whole near-riot, which has me amazed...and a little scared. What is going on behind those gray eyes? I know that our relationship has taken a beating, but it's not solely my fault. In some ways, she's almost traded places with me. Or at least adopted some of my early defense mechanisms. She is slowly pushing everyone away and erecting shields constructed of cool smirks, cutting words, and a blatant disregard of quite a few regs. It frightens me. I force my eyes away from the steel gaze and then give Chakotay only a cursory glance. Geron has finished speaking and these assholes don't even give him the courtesy of an apology. I find my self tugged out of the mess hall and towards the lift. My stomach makes it presence known and his tries to top it. Laughing, I pull him into the nearest lounge where we have a quick breakfast. We spend quite a pleasant time just kissing and then force ourselves back out into the real world. Or try to. I am floored when Gerrie halts the lift and drapes himself across my chest with all the grace of a courtesan. I don't know who taught him to kiss, but they have my undying gratitude. We finally resume our trip, and Gerrie and the lift soon deposit me in the corridor outside Chakotay's office. We agree to meet for lunch and I finally let him go. I adjust my now throbbing cock carefully as he snickers. Fuck. I feel almost as bad as when I went before the JAG for my court-martial, but force myself to stand tall at the office door. I am prepared to wait until he arrives, but trigger the door anyway. Somehow Chakotay has beaten us there, and my gut turns to lead. Just as the door starts to open, I turn and wink at my love. He grins and mouths, "I love you." And he really does. --- The End