The BLTS Archive - Waiting Chakotay #1 by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. c1999 Karen --- "Geron?" My heart shatters into very small pieces. I don't know how I'm going to make it out of here without letting him know just how badly that hurt. "No, Tom, not Geron." A small gasp. "Chakotay?" I try to laugh and fail miserably. "I take it you were hoping for someone else." The only light in the room is provided by the stars outside. I feel him sit next to me almost more than I see him. "Actually, I was hoping that it wasn't Geron." I can breathe again. "Oh?" "Yeah. I've been getting the feeling that he's been watching me lately and I'd hate to have to hurt his feelings." //Please...// "Why didn't you want it to be Geron?" His eyes gleam in the dim light as he smiles briefly. "I guess I'm just not in the mood to have Ayala beat the shit out of me." It's my turn to smile. "Gregor and Geron? I don't think so....." Tom turns and rests his arm on the back of the couch. I watch the long fingers as they draw designs on the cloth. I can no longer see his expression and it disturbs me. "Computer, increase lighting ten percent." We both blink at even that small change. "Now, tell me why you think that Ayala might be interested in Geron." "Chakotay, it's a no-brainer. Who was the first person to volunteer when Geron disappeared on that last away mission? Who always manages to make sure that they *just happen* to eat at the same time, visit the resort at the same time, work out at the same time..." I interrupt. "How do you happen to know all this? Maybe Ayala is watching you and not Geron?" Tom grins ruefully. "I thought of that at first, but then I noticed that Geron was the first one to show up and then Gregor. When I tried changing my schedule, Geron changed his and *then* Ayala altered his schedule." I grin. "Maybe you should be First Officer. Sounds like you're paying more attention to morale than I am." His eyes twinkle and suddenly I'm glad that it's dark. I couldn't stand now if my life depended on it. "I doubt that, Big Man. Besides, Neelix is the morale officer...or maybe it should be Commander Neelix?" The sudden vision of Neelix giving Tuvok orders has me doubled over in laughter. "Chakotay?" I wipe my eyes and look up to find him serious again. "Why are we here, and why all the secrecy?" "I'm not sure what you mean by secrecy." //God, I'm terrible at lying...// Tom doesn't let me slide. "Right. Chakotay, I think you shower with your commbadge on. Are you telling me that it's just a sudden case of forgetfulness? Obviously, you didn't want me to know that it was you who sent the note before I got here. All I'm asking is...why?" Fine. As my old roomie, Will Riker use to tell me, it's time to fish or cut bait. "Would you have shown up if you had known that it was me?" Gods, a smirk to rival the ones from the first days we were out here. "Sure, why not? There's all sorts of *talk*. For all I know, you want to ask my advice on how to fuck up a relationship. I *am* the one to see, didn't you know?" My anger dies as quickly as it comes. Gods, the pain in his eyes cuts like a knife. I want to pull him into my arms and tell him that no one will hurt him ever again. I also want to live until morning. "I think you know what kind of talk I want, Tom. No bullshit. Just real conversation. Things like where you learned to play pool...your favorite subject at the academy...how did you get so interested in the twentieth century..." I notice that he seems wary. "...your favorite place to make love..." Tom's eyes change from wary to amazed. "You're serious." "Would I say that if I weren't?" He shakes his head. "Lately, I don't know. You seemed to have lightened up a bit." A pause, and a very devilish look. "The dimples are much more in evidence nowadays." It's my turn for amazement. I lean back into the corner of the couch. "I don't have dimples." As I said earlier, I've been told that they are some of my best features, but this is still Tom Paris that I am...flirting with. That I am *flirting* *with*. Gods. Until I am sure where we are going, the last thing I am going to give him is grounds for even more teasing. Right. "No dimples?" The blue eyes move closer. "I could have sworn that I saw a dimple...right....there." *There* is prefaced with the tip of a warm, moist tongue. My cock which had calmed a bit, twitches as if searching for that same heated touch. "Tom..." Two lips are now lightly pressed against the base of my throat. They part, and their partner in crime returns to taste the sweat that is beginning to pool in the hollow of my throat. That's all it takes. He can tease me about anything, with anything that he wants. "Computer, engage privacy lock. Authority...Paris Beta Four." His hands which have been framing my face, now move down my body. Shoes, socks and pants quickly disappear. They slide back up to my chest. I feel my shirt opening, and that wonderful mouth moves down to rest just below my left collarbone. The sudden sharp nip there induces a groan that I swear comes from my somewhere near my navel. Tom laughs and moves up a bit to grind his pelvis against mine. "Have you ever been fucked, Big Man?" He suddenly releases me and moves back to stand just in front of the immense port, framed by a blanket of stars. His face is in darkness, but I *know* his grin is matched by the one on my face. He slowly removes his clothes, and then surprises me by moving towards the door. I relax as I hear him at the replicator, and then tense as I hear him request lubricant. I have a feeling that I am about to be fucked within an inch of my life. I nod to myself. I couldn't want it more if I tried. My musings are interrupted by the reappearance of a pair of long, pale legs framing a seriously aroused cock. "You didn't answer my question, Chakotay. Have you ever been on the receiving end?" I pull out the last bit of courage I possess and answer. "I've never been with a man, period." The look on his face is priceless. Stunned, aroused, and then sweetly shy. "What made you choose me for this honor?" There is no doubt in my mind that he means just what he said. He wants this as much as I do, and actually *does* consider it just as he said. An honor. The fear of disappointing this man comes back with a rush. I am tongue-tied, but I can sense his understanding. He silently kneels before me and takes my hands into his own. "You don't have to answer that, just let me know if this is really what you want. I would love to have you inside me just as much as I want to be in you." His mouth moves to cover mine; caressing, literally embracing mine with a gentle passion so humbling that I feel tears begin to cascade down my cheeks. I realize that this is our first kiss. It's wonderful. He moves back to rest on his heels, that glorious body open to whatever I might want. Waiting to join mine. Waiting only for me. --- The End