The BLTS Archive - Waiting
Chakotay #2: Consummation
by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com)

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Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright
infringement.

c1999 Karen

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Warm, slick, clasping... his body welcomes me as I slide home
deeply.  I have a brief moment of guilt over taking him again so
soon and picture my new lover spending the day balanced on
one hip in his command chair, but any compunction I may have
is erased by the look on his face and the throbbing in my cock as
my pelvis comes to rest against his beautiful ass.

My gaze slowly pulls away from his dark eyes, drifting down to his
firm chest.  He's flushed and sweating, nipples hard and inviting me
to taste them.  He gasps softly as I make my first slow slide outward
until just the tip of my erection rests within the grasping muscle.

My teeth leave his left nipple and I lap at the sweat pooling on his
chest.  I smile at the deep moan reverberating under my lips.  I look
up to see him draw his lower lip between his teeth.

Yeah, I'd say the mission is a success.

I slide back into his body, taking care to grind my hips just a bit as
I bump over his sweet spot.  If I had a recording of the squeak he
makes as I do that I could blackmail him from here to the Alpha
quadrant.

"I've figured it out.  You've decided to collect on my life debt."

I chuckle and up the pace a bit.  "You're right, Big Guy.  Your ass
and your life are mine," I toss back and then moan at the look my
response engenders.

His eyes are glistening.  "They're yours if you want them, Tom."

Gods, I'm drowning in those eyes.  I look towards the ceiling unable
to continue facing him.

He really does love me.  With a small sob, I caress the hot flesh of
his hip and thigh where my hands cling tightly to him.  I thrust into 
him deeply and then pull back to rest just inside his warm body.  His 
eyes are wild.  He reaches down with one strong hand and tangles his
fingers in mine, drawing us both to his erection.

I circle his cock with my fingers and pull at its length.  It's hot
and hard, and throbs heavily beneath our joined hands.  He arches into
them and then pushes himself to rest tightly against my pelvis. 

"Stop."

He freezes at my command, but says nothing.  I withdraw completely
from his body and place a gentle hand on his hip.  His trust amazes
me... this man who is so used to commanding others silently obeying
my unspoken request.  He rolls and I pull him to his elbows and knees,
softly tapping the insides of his thighs to spread his legs widely.

What a beautiful man.  And apparently, all mine.

I look down at his cleft, watching as his opening clenches and then
relaxes in anticipation of my entry.  I place my cock against him and
grin as he pushes back avidly to re-seat me.

"Yesssss." 

That one word tells me everything I want to know.  I can trust this
man and his love.  I can believe him when he says that he wants us to 
be together always.  His very willingness to open himself to me, his
former enemy, in this ultimate show of giving proves just how great is 
his capacity for love and forgiveness.

I smile and drape myself across his back, kissing the warm skin at his
nape.  Rubbing my hands up his belly then stopping to gently circle
his nipples, I grind myself against him.  I drop one last kiss between 
his shoulder blades and move down to clasp his hips.

"I want you to fuck yourself on me."

Holy shit, it's like I opened the flood gates!  The words are barely
out of my mouth before he is rocking forward only to slam back against
me with a shout.

He's not the only one who's going to be moving a little slow in the
morning.

I grab hold of his hips and hang on through a ride wilder than Voyager
losing her inertial dampers.  He's totally out of his head, groaning
and writhing wildly, all the while riding my cock as hard as he can.

I feel the pressure building, a tingling that oddly enough starts in
the arches of my feet and then rises like flood waters.  I am burning, 
not just from the friction, but everywhere.  Sweat pours down my chest
and I am panting like I'd run 10K.  I groan at his every lunge
backwards and briefly consider that perhaps I've made a mistake.

I see his hand working furiously under his belly and moan an apology.
Moving his hand away, I grasp his length and find that he is burning
just as brightly as I am.

I look down between our bodies at our connection.  Watching myself
slide in and out of the pinkened flesh is just too much.  I suddenly
jerk and pour into his body.  Through the blood roaring in my ears, I
hear him grunt deeply and then feel an answering shudder.  He freezes
in place, his body grasping me so tightly that it triggers a second
smaller release. We collapse onto the bed moaning.

"Chakotay, you gonna make it?"

I hear a small laugh.

"I thought we just did."

Yeah, he's OK.  I run a hand over my eyes and withdraw carefully,
rolling off him to lie limply on my back.  I turn to look at my
chronometer. 

Gods.  Oh - five -*fucking*- thirty.  We have a staff meeting at 0700.

"Chakotay, it's time to get up."

He moans.  "You have to be kidding."  His eyes turn to mine
and he sees my sincerity.  "Well, fuck."

I choke and then laugh.  I am suddenly sure that we'll be OK.
I look at him in amusement which suddenly dies at one smoky
look.

"I meant what I said, Tom.  Everything that I am and possess,
is yours."

I know that, but will the answering declaration come out?  Of
course not.  I am Tom Paris, after all.  I do the best I can.
I kiss him deeply and smile.

"I know.  But I'm not getting a tattoo."

He smiles.  "That's OK.  I'm not taking your last name either."

Yep.  It's love.

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The End