The BLTS Archive - Trussed/Trust by CKC (ceekaicee@yahoo.com) --- This is a sorta-sequel to Jeffries. Disclaimer: HA! Please feel free to pass amongst like-minded friends and relations who are old enough to read this sort of thing. Oh, and I like feedback. In fact, I thrive on feedback. If you'd like to see more, send me feedback. Preferably in unmarked bills, in a plain brown wrapper. --- "Friendship is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." -- Aristotle --- I tested my bonds for the third time in as many minutes. Damn. They hadn't slacked at all. I certainly wasn't going anywhere. I would have sighed, but the gag prevented me. I shifted, the thick furs spread beneath me tickling my back and legs, the cool still air chilling my body. I turned my head as much as possible, but I couldn't see a thing. The room was as black as pitch, the only sound my racing heart. Calm, Chakotay. Calm. It looked like I'd be here for a while, so I stilled myself and prepared to meditate. I wished I could sit up -- it wasn't easy to meditate spread-eagled. Meditation was never a waste of time, and it could help prepare me for any future trials. Plus, I had to admit to myself, I was getting bored. I had just begun to concentrate, to sink deep within my thoughts, when a soft noise roused me. Someone was coming... I jerked convulsively on my bonds, cursing their strength. A beam of light cut painfully through the blackness, traveling around the room. It dazzled me, for my eyes had become accustomed to the dark. The light danced across walls, ceiling and floor, finally coming to rest on me, lying naked on the furs, trussed up like the proverbial sacrificial lamb. A soft gasp, then "Chakotay?" I struggled again, briefly, and tried to see into the darkness. Oh, spirits... "What happened?" I bit into the gag in frustration. What a stupid question. What did it look like happened? The light shifted, playing up and down my body. I glared when it moved over my face. A click, and the light swung across the ceiling, then stabilized, illuminating the entire room. I looked over. A Starfleet issue wrist -light had been placed on the floor beside me. A figure loomed above me, blond hair glinting in the light. Paris. I groaned. Spirits, he was beautiful. The silver away-team uniform fit him like a second skin, emphasizing his narrow hips and long legs. He turned away and bent over slightly, the material pulling taut over his perfect ass. His hands fumbled at the bonds at my ankles, gently stroking the skin on my calves and feet. I bit the gag again to stifle a moan. "Well, Commander, these aren't going to be easy to get off..." He turned back and leaned over me, testing the bonds on my wrists. His arms, chest, and thighs brushed against me, and I flinched at the contact. After so long with few sensations, his touch was almost painful. He stepped back, his gaze raking my body, coming to rest at my groin. I knew what he was looking at - from the moment I had seen him, half- illuminated by the light like some exquisite, unearthly painting done in chiaroscuro, I'd felt the stirring in my gut. His light touch and now his glance had only increased my desire. Spirits, I loved this man. And sometimes I wanted him so bad it hurt. Now was one of those times. He knelt beside me. My heart was pounding, threatening to leap from my chest, and I could barely breathe - the gag stifled me. His fingers rested briefly on my lips, and I tried to move against them, but the gag frustrated me. He hushed me softly as he followed the material of the gag across my cheeks. I lifted my head, and he fumbled behind me, but the gag did not slacken. "I can't untie it..." I let my head fall back in dismay. His hands trailed down my throat to my chest, blazing heated paths along my skin. I shivered as his fingers found my nipples and caressed them lightly. "I'll get you out of this, Commander. I promise..." he whispered, then bent his head and kissed the center of my chest. "I'll take care of you." He moved up and kissed my chin, my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, and finally, my gagged lips. I writhed in my bonds -- every place he touched burned, fueling my desire. I wanted him - that cocky, vulnerable, self-sacrificing, infuriating, endearing idiot with the vocabulary of a Rigellian docker and the face of an angel. And that lean body, which promised such delights that a monk would toss away his vows if given the chance to share an evening of pleasure with him... I had long dreamed of holding him, caressing him, kissing him, and now I couldn't do a damn thing about it but accept what he was doing to me. Oh Spirits, what he was doing to me... He rubbed himself gently against my chest, and I could feel myself harden further. My muscles quivered as he ran a hand lightly down my chest and stomach, and he stroked me over and over until I thought I'd fall apart from shaking. Then he drew back, murmuring quiet words of comfort. I moaned, bereft, missing the feel of his skin on mine. The sound of a fastener, the soft glide of material, the quickening of his breath, provided evidence of his intentions. I could hardly bear the wait. He slid, flesh to flesh, over me, straddling my waist. I had never felt anything as supple, as warm, as thrilling, as his body over mine. My hips bucked involuntarily, and he sat back a little, resting his ass against my erection. I almost passed out. He cupped his hands around my cheeks and leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine. His breath tickled my face. I tried to bring our lips together, but he just laid a gentle finger over my mouth, stilling me. "I want you, Chakotay..." The words were whispered, but they rang in my head like a peal of bells. He wanted me... I nodded, trying to say with my eyes what my mouth could not. I wanted him; I'd wanted him for so long; I wanted him forever... He seemed to understand, for he pressed a kiss between my eyebrows and began to move against me. The silky skin of his ass rubbed against my cock, his muscular thighs caressed my ribs, his erection teased my stomach. Please. "Trust me." He lifted himself over my straining cock and settled between my parted legs. I moaned in disappointment, but he leaned forward and kissed his way down my chest, the soft hair on his chest brushing against me. It felt like he was stroking my cock with the fur from beneath me. Then he sucked hard on my right nipple. Spirits... I arched my back as much as I could, trying to get him to take in more of me. I could hardly believe that his tongue, so sharp and cutting with words, was so soft and warm against my chest. He switched sides, nipping my skin just enough to keep my attention. He continued for long minutes, until my nipples were swollen and so sensitive that they were painful to the touch. Then he gave each one a kiss and moved to my navel and stomach. It was sheer torture. I loved it. Finally, *finally*, he tilted his head and rested his cheek on my hip, his rapid breaths tickling my cock and balls. I twitched and jumped at the almost-sensation, and it was as if every nerve in my body had suddenly migrated to my groin. When he pressed his lips against my shaft, I moaned and pushed up against him, desperate for more. His fingertip circled the tip of my cock, then trailed down, replaced by his tongue. He licked me over and over, teasing me until all I could think of, all I could ask for, was release. Suddenly he plunged his moist finger inside me, and that was all it took. I bucked and screamed and orgasmed, scorched by the intensity of his touch. It seemed to take forever for me to recover, but he just held me tightly, arms wrapped around my chest, his face buried in the soft triangle formed by my shoulder, chest and collarbone. He murmured my name over and over, and I followed his husky voice back from the darkness that had captured me when I climaxed. When I shifted against him, trying vainly to move my arms down to clasp those strong shoulders, he raised his head and kissed me, hard. He was still unsatisfied - I felt his erection against my hip. He began to stroke my soft cock and balls, and, to my surprise, they tingled and I could feel my arousal growing again. It was as if I was his toy - all he had to do was ask, and I would do my damnedest to give him what he wanted. I wanted, more than anything, to please him, to make him happy so that he would stay with me. I was totally besotted. What stunned me was that he knew this, and yet did not use it against me. He could have made me beg, or humiliated me, and I would have allowed him to do it. Instead, he comforted me and took care of me. He was tender and giving, and my heart was so filled with love that I grew dizzy and breathless. He continued to stroke me, and I felt him spread my ejaculate over my rapidly-hardening cock. Then he straddled my chest. Oh, Spirits... I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by what was going to happen. He took my face in his hands, and kissed each eyelid. "Chakotay, please look at me..." I opened my eyes, and he rewarded me with a look of such love and sweetness that I was shaken to my very core. I squeezed my eyes shut again - but I could feel a tear trickle out. He leaned down and kissed it away, then whispered, "This is for us..." I nodded, my eyes still closed, but when he sat back, I opened my eyes again. I had to see his face as he did this. He shifted, the long, sculpted planes of his torso catching the light, his ivory skin warmed by a rosy glow from within. He touched my cock, moved slightly, then I felt myself pressing against him. My pulse throbbed in time with his as my cock rested against him. He brushed a finger over my lips, then shifted his hips, and my cock sank into him. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab his hips and thrust full -tilt into him. I wanted to weep like a child. It was everything I had dreamed about, hoped for, *needed*. We were one. Forcing my eyes open, I studied his face for any trace of pain, but couldn't find anything but pleasure and joy. He rotated his hips slowly, and I moaned, my tightly squeezed cock throbbing inside him. It was glorious. He grasped his own cock and stroked it slowly as I pumped into him from behind. Leaning forward, supporting himself on one arm, he rocked into his hand, then back onto me. I angled my hips, trying to plunge as deeply into his body as possible, and he met my every thrust with a soft gasp. His hand moved faster, and I matched the grueling rhythm he set. We moved together perfectly, and I could feel the tingling heat spreading from my groin, trickling into my arms and legs, and washing up my chest. Suddenly he stopped and smiled at me. "I love you." I was undone. I arched and thrust and shook, pouring myself into him until I felt as if I'd transferred my soul into his body. He writhed above me, calling my name, pumping his cock until it was dry. Then he collapsed onto me, a boneless heap of beloved Tom. We lay quietly together for some time, until my cock slid from inside him. He shivered and kissed my chest, smiling at the mess he was resting on. Reaching for his jumpsuit, he fumbled in the material, finally emerging with a survival knife. He cut off my gag, and, before I could even draw breath, kissed me. His mouth was hot and wet and felt so good. He pulled away, reaching down again, and brought up a canteen. He uncapped it and held it to my mouth, and I swallowed the cool water gratefully. "Tom..." "Hush," he said softly, and climbed off me. I shivered from the sudden chill - I had gotten used to having him as my blanket. He cut my bonds, rubbing my numbed arms and legs until the circulation was restored. I winced at the sensation of pins-and-needles, but sat up and held out my arms in mute appeal. He smiled shyly and sat beside me, facing me, his arms wrapped around my chest. I kissed his forehead reverently, and traced the fine bones in his face. "I love you, too," I said at last. "I know." He said solemnly, then grinned impudently. "Let's shower and then get something to eat - I'm starving." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Computer, fifty percent illumination." He scooted off our bed, still draped with the furs, and walked toward the bathroom. "Next time, *I* get to be tied up, and you can 'rescue' me..." I watched him disappear into the bathroom, his pale, bare butt moving enticingly, capping those long legs... I glanced down, surprised at the surge of heat in my cock. Three times in one night? It certainly looked promising. I picked up a length of the silk rope we used as bonds and drew it through my hands, thinking hard. I was starving, too, but not for Neelix's cooking. I was in the mood to 'rescue' someone - namely, a long-legged, blue- eyed, mouthy Lieutenant who shared my bed and owned my heart. I snatched up another silk scarf to use as a gag, along with more rope, and walked toward the bathroom. "Hey, Tom, c'mere. I want to show you something..." --- The End --- Note: The title of this is actually 'Trussed.' And yes, it is a sequel to 'Jeffries,' which, I learned last night, should be spelt 'Jefferies.' '