The BLTS Archive- Waiting Geron #1 by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. c1999 Karen --- "Geron?" I can't tell from his voice what he is thinking. Was he hoping for someone else? Chakotay perhaps? I've seen the looks between the two, we all have, and I've spent many an hour trying to decipher them. I know that Chakotay is in love with the Captain and if she would just bend the rules a bit, they could have a good life together. I also know that it is highly unlikely that it will ever happen. I wonder if the Captain would be open to bribes. Shit! He's looking at me like I've lost my mind, and I realize that I haven't answered him. "Um, yeah, Tom. It's me." Prophets...good going, Gerry. Dazzle him with your stupidity. He's laughing, and I want to sink through the floor. As Tom realizes that I am completely mortified, he sits next to me and takes my hand. Sits close to me. I can smell his scent now. Something sort of spicy, almost like the chanza bark that my mother used when she brewed tea on cold nights. Yes, but under it there is the tangy scent that I have come to know as uniquely Tom Paris, and it goes straight to my cock. I couldn't stand if I tried. "Geron....um, Gerry?" I look up in surprise and see that *he* is surprised about what is going on. He's turning pink, and looking at me with a stunned sort of.... ...arousal. I grin and squeeze his hand, and then move to place the other one on his shoulder. I lean over and slowly, carefully, place my lips against his. They part slightly and his tongue comes out to gently caress mine. Prophets, you can take me now. It can't get any better than this... --- It's dark in the lounge as I enter and I can barely make out a figure sitting on the couch. As my eyes adjust, I begin to move slowly across the room. It's Geron. Beautiful little Geron, whose eyes have been following me everywhere for the last couple of months. I'm flattered, but gods, he's just a kid. He couldn't be over....I suddenly remember. B'Elanna dumped me at his twenty-third birthday party. Fuck. Like that's a memory I wanted to keep. I know that we're getting along better now. We can actually sit and talk without threatening to kill each other, but the pain is still there edging every conversation. I realize that he still hasn't said anything, and look again to see him staring at me like I was the last piece of pie at a family picnic. Gods, kid, Ayala will kill us both if he catches you looking like that. Good, he's 'come to' enough to speak. "Um, yeah, Tom. It's me." I can't help it, I crack up. Was I ever this young? Oh, shit, he looks utterly broken-hearted at my laughter. Without thinking, I sit down and take his hand. He looks up, and that cute little nose wrinkles as he.... ...oh, fuck, he's inhaling my scent. His eyes close in what has to be arousal. He is absolutely the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Ayala is going to fucking kill me. And when he's done, the rest of the Maquis are going to line up and piss on my newly deceased corpse. I'm not sure that I care. I watch in amazement as he slowly leans towards me, his lips hovering briefly and then oh-so gently coming to rest against mine. I open my mouth a bit and carefully touch his lips with my tongue. He not only parts his lips, but the sweetest tongue I've ever tasted begins to tease my own. I am dead meat. --- What have I done wrong? Tom is pulling back and slowly shaking his head as if he is in pain. "Tom?" Those gorgeous blue eyes gaze into mine. "We cannot do this, Gerry. I would like to live until at least my thirty-first birthday." It's too much and I laugh. Obviously the wrong thing to do, because he's suddenly standing to pace back and forth in front of the view port. "Tom, no one is going to do anything. I am twenty-three years old and can make my own decisions." He looks at me as if I have grown a second head. "Geron, these people love you like family. I can tell you from personal experience that you will always be *little Geron* to most of the crew, especially the Maquis." I wonder for a bit who refused to ackowledge his ability to stand on his own two feet, but I'm startled out of my thoughts by his sudden movement towards the door. Fuck this. --- I pull back to end what has to be the tenderest kiss that I have ever experienced. A pair of beautiful dark eyes filled with hurt follow me. "Tom?" God, don't let me hurt him too much. "We *cannot* do this, Gerry. I would like to live until at least my thirty-first birthday." The little shit is laughing at me, and I suddenly want to spank him. Man, oh man, bad thought. I'm harder than I was before. I practically leap to my feet hoping to put a little distance between me and the cause of my imminent destruction. Said cause is cheerfully informing me that he is old enough to make his own decisions. Right kid. Sell that to the mob that's going to line up for my execution. I'm outta here. --- I really don't think that Tom expected me to trip him onto the deck and then sit on his stomach. I certainly didn't expect to feel a rock hard erection pressing against my ass. There may be hope. "Tom Paris, I don't care if I have to present a petition with the signatures of every member of the damned crew, you are not leaving me!" He gives a very soft sigh and reaches up to caress my face. I suddenly realize just what I've said. Not, 'you are not leaving here', but 'you are not leaving *me*'. He must think that I am the most pathetic thing ever created. --- "--you are not leaving me!" My heart breaks as I realize just how alone he may be. No surviving family, the Cardassians saw to that. I have never seen him with anyone in the time that we have been on Voyager. I know that he is very popular with the crew, but to what extent? The quintessential kid brother? I can just hear them. And me. 'He's cute, but...' How many times in the last four years has he been held in love? How many times have I? B'Elanna loved me in her own way and she was passionate. But loving? There is a difference. And our break-up proved that I was far from a soul mate. She couldn't even confide in me when she wanted to die from the pain of her lost friends. Harry? He came to me and comforted me. Loved me, or at least I had thought so, until his very public 'mating' with Seven in the Astrometrics lab. B'Elanna almost killed the two of them; to her Seven's infidelity was incomprehensible. Almost funny, that. I was the unofficial ship's whore, but it was the Borg who stepped out on her. My own response was almost nonexistent. I couldn't even react at that point. Two losses so close together only served to prove what I had been taught since I was a child. I apparently wasn't worth loving. Now how do I explain this to the beautiful young man kneeling over me? --- I'm confused at first. Tom doesn't look disgusted, just unutterably sad. And why not? B'Elanna and Harry have broken his heart twice in the last few months, and now he has the ship's resident monk sitting on his chest. I've got to try to make him see that I will never deliberately hurt him. Gently touching his cheek, I lean forward and slowly kiss him. Prophets, it's just as good as the last time. Please, Tom, please see what is so apparent to me. --- Before I can speak, Geron kisses me again. I moan softly and reach up to pull him tightly to me. "Sweetheart, if we do this we're going to be in for one hell of a fight with the rest of the crew." I feel a small shrug from the slight body lying on mine; a shrug which rubs our hardened cocks against one another. We groan simultaneously and then burst out in laughter. Oh, hell. Old age is vastly overrated. --- He feels wonderful, and he is hard against me. I am breathless as I realize that I am the one making him that way. Me. Did he just call me sweetheart? --- I have no idea how we manage to get to my quarters alive. The looks alone should be deadly. And Gods, who do we meet, but *both* Chakotay and Ayala who are standing outside the turbolift talking. Before they can say a word, Gerry quietly speaks. "I'm seducing him, not the other way around." We walk hand-in-hand towards my quarters. As I key in my code, I hear one or the other of them say: "Hurt him, Paris, and you're dead." Yeah, tell me something I don't know. --- We're suddenly shy again. I can feel the gratitude when his hand squeezes mine as I carefully inform Greg and the Commander that this is all my idea. "Hurt him, Paris, and you're dead." I almost turn around to talk to Greg as he speaks, but it's not worth it. Right now, the only thing that matters is getting into Tom's quarters and proving that I have no fear when it comes to becoming involved with him. --- "Lights on fifty percent." I take a quick glance around and thank the gods that protect overworked pilots that I cleaned my quarters last night. Everything is in its place, sheets are clean, and I finally removed the picture of Harry that stood on my shelf for so long. Maybe I'll give it to Seven. I think Geron senses my depression because I am suddenly the possessor of two arms full of warm and sexy Bajoran. We need to talk some more. --- His quarters are way bigger than mine and cleaner than I expected. He eyes go dark with what looks like pain and I am filled with anger at the people on this fucking ship that refuse to see the good in this man. I can only pray that the shit we have to put up with will be brief, and that Tom truly believes us worth it. I hug him tightly and for a moment he returns it. I feel him drawing away before he ever releases me. --- This is nice. We're curled up on the couch with a couple of glasses of wine. Actually, I'm sitting in the corner of the couch, and Gerry is curled around me like a cat. I could really get used to this. Before I start picking out china patterns, I force myself back to reality. I nuzzle the silky skin just below his ear and I'm rewarded with a small all-body wiggle. Yep, I could really get used to this. "Gerry, have you ever been with a man before?" The wiggle stops abruptly. A small sigh. "No, I've been waiting for you." Oh. My. However.... "Geron, are you sure about this? I don't think I'm up to being another experiment." --- Damn B'Elanna and damn Harry Kim. Things are going quite nicely. Wine, cuddling, and warm breath on my neck. I even manage to tell the truth when he asks if I have ever been with another man. Maybe I should have lied. "Geron, are you sure about this? I don't think I'm up to being another experiment." If either Harry or B'Elanna were to walk in here about now, I am sure I would end up in the brig. I have no real idea how to combat two ghosts that are unfortunately still alive. All I can do is keep on being honest with him. "Tom, I may never have had sex with another guy, but I have wanted you since we were in the Maquis." He looks stunned. "Gerry, you were what, sixteen then?" I'm pissed and can't stop it. "And just how old were you the first time you had sex, Tom?" Oh shit. The walls are up. Big ugly stone ones. "I was...young. Too young." I think if we weren't in his quarters he would leave. He still might. Time for more truth. "Well, so was I, Tom. I was thirteen and she was twenty." Oh yeah, I surprised him. --- Thirteen??? --- He's still not saying anything. I am almost ready to call the Doc when he suddenly drains his glass and smiles. "You win." I have to laugh. Our relationship is sure to be anything but boring. Speaking of which, I'm tired of waiting. "Do you have a bed in this place?" --- Gods, when I said that I wanted to live to be thirty-one, I was worried about the other Maquis killing me. He's going to kill me just with these fucking loaded sentences. Shaking my head, I unwind the little brat from around me and stand. I hold out my hand. --- I can't believe the sensations. He's taking my clothes off a piece at a time and licking and biting at my skin as he goes. I had heard some of the others talking about what he was like in bed. Donna Henley said that he was the best lover that she had ever been with. She said that in front of her lover Rick Batehart who just smiled. It was later that I learned that Rick had reason to smile when talking about Tom's talents. Oh, shit. He just ran his tongue up my foot and bit my ankle. I have little red marks up and down the insides of my thighs where he has 'tasted' me. I almost couldn't do it when he told me to massage my own nipples, but when he poured a bit of that warm oil on my chest and repeated his request.... ...I'm still playing with them. Everything I have is aching and hard and he has yet to touch me where I want him most. I had no idea that a tongue in my navel would feel that good. --- Gods, he's beautiful. He's panting and making the most wonderful little mewling noises that I've ever heard. I could come just from watching him in his pleasure. I am suddenly filled with a fierce, almost angry impatience at the idiots on this ship who've never looked to see what this man truly is. His passion is not that of a child, he is a young man moving into the prime of his sexuality. And I'm *not* going to share. --- I look up and Tom is grinning like a man possessed. He just shakes his head and continues to drive me insane. He has been gently massaging the cleft of my ass for some time, gently dipping in and circling the tight muscle. I'm ready to scream. A long slick finger *finally* enters my body and I sob with relief. It moves slowly, carefully, teasing me. A second joins it and I can no longer stop my hips from moving. I look down to see my cock gleaming with pre-cum. Tom grins and leans down to run a slow tongue from its base to the tip. --- "Ready, baby?" Gerry thinks he knows what is coming. He was too involved in the new sensations to notice *all* of my preparations. He starts to pull his knees towards his chest but I shake my head, crawling up to plant a kiss on his swollen lips. He begins to plead with me to fuck him, but I just smile. Moments later, he is buried deeply within my body. He lies there stunned as I begin to ride his cock. --- I can't believe it. I am fucking Tom Paris. No, that's wrong, he is fucking himself using my cock. I am just along for the trip. Believe me, I'm not complaining. --- Gerry is beginning to get the hang of things and is now matching my movements, thrusting up into my body. I want this to be perfect for him, so I slow my movements and then let his cock slip from my body. "Just a second, Baby. It will be more than worth it." I roll over onto my back and pull a pillow under my hips. Gerry soon gets the idea and moves to kneel between my thighs. I place my legs on his shoulders and reach to guide him back into my body. He's ahead of me though, and I grin at the sigh as he re-seats that splendid cock in my waiting flesh. --- I cannot believe how good he feels. Hot, tight, slick... he reaches behind me and pulls my hips tight against his ass. I can't stop, I begin to thrust as hard as I can, moving faster, sobbing at the staggering pleasure. --- Gods, and I thought Gerry was beautiful before. Sweat-slicked and flushed, he is simply exquisite. A wonderful combination of extremes, from the lovely pink and white of his skin to the darkness of his hair and eyes, he is perfect. --- I am looking down on the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Tom's flushed a rosy pink, and slick with sweat. I love the way the curls on his chest gleam in the light. I look down further and gasp as I watch my cock slide in and out of his body. I love the contrast of his hair and mine when they come together as I press deeply into his body. Red and black. Shining, sweat-damp curls, scented with the juices from both of our bodies. I wish that I could stay in him forever. --- "Touch me." He looks confused for a moment, and then reaches down and takes my cock in his hand. He squeezes briefly and slides it somewhat awkwardly, trying to establish a counter-rhythm to the pounding of his body into mine. I smile and take pity, and place my hand over his. We establish a tempo that pleases us both and with a smile and locked gazes, we plunge into release. --- I am lying here with my head on his shoulder. The reddish curls tickle at first, but I soon find that I fit best wrapped around his long, slim body; face pressed into the warm scent of his neck. I smile, and hear the soft murmur of a query. I just shake my head and kiss the skin under my lips. I am sure to hear about this from my friends, but they will just have to understand. I have waited for this moment for too long to give him up now. --- I may have to start calling him 'Kitten'. He's wound around me again and it feels just as good as it did before. Better. He's my lover now, and I know every bit of this wonderful body that I hold tightly to my own. I am humbled anew as I remember the look on his face when he told me that he had been waiting for me since we were in the Maquis. We probably should have gone into this more slowly, but it seemed right. Felt right. I grin. Boy, did it feel right. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. I may end up taking as much shit over this as I did when we first got out here. But, I'm not alone this time, and if his actions with Chakotay and Ayala are anything to go by, I think we'll be OK. For once, I'll let someone else do the talking. --- The End