The BLTS Archive- Native American in Paris
by Bridget Cochran (bjcochran@aol.com)

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Dedicated to Maureen, who came up with the title and loves Out From
Under, Marianna who had as an affinity for a certain cinnamon flavored
gum.  And Monica who keeps saying, write.

Disclaimer:  I own the ideas, Paramount owns the rest.  Archive at
will, including ASC/EML, R'Rain's and AllSlash.

This story involves two men in a same sex relationship.  If that sort
of thing isn't your sort of thing, move along home.

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Tom lay still, very still trying to figure out what the hell was going
on.  One thing for sure, he wasn't alone in his bed.  He wasn't even
alone in his underwear.

The pilot might have been sleep fogged, but he wasn't so far out of it
to know that the strong fingers trailing across his skin belonged to
no woman he knew.  The penis rubbing across the back of his leg also
belonged to no woman from his recent memory.

Lurching forward when the fingers strummed the bud of his anus, he
immediately felt a fist grasp dick and fabric.  Whatever he'd been
dreaming to make himself hard was paling to the reality of the strong
fingers.  The pull on his groin competed with the push on his anal
ring to illicit a couple of grunts.  Grunts that turned to groans as
his cock was left for a rough massage of his balls.

"Easy," he breathed, and the grip lessened.  He moved backward into
the hard body, wishing he knew who was behind him.  The fingers,
competent at their endeavor, could only belong to one person.  They
were blunt, and they were competent, Tom thought as the momentarily
gentle fingers became rough again.

"I said easy."

"Too bad," Chakotay murmured.

Tom began to struggle.  What the hell was the commander doing here
with his  hands in Tom's pants?  He might want to struggle, but he was
going no where. Not with his balls in the big guy's hand.  Every twist
he turned brought pressure down on his scrotum.

"Don't move," the voice breathed into his ear.

Tom stilled and felt his briefs being hauled down to his knees.  Now
was the time for him to kick Chakotay out of his bed, and get his
pants back on.  But then greasy fingers slid into the cleft in his
back side, fingers that gently insinuated themselves inquisitively
into Tom's anus.

"What's going on?"  Tom huffed through clenched teeth.

"Sex."

"Cut it out," Tom ground out as he ground back into the probing
fingers.

The fingers stilled.    "You want me to stop?"

Not now I don't, Tom thought.  "Whatever you want."

They both had a pretty good idea what he wanted.  Chakotay's hand was
splayed on Tom's stomach, levering the blond backward, further onto
his probing fingers.

"Good.  I'm not stopping."

"Good.  Don't."  He grunted heavily as he moved to accept the probe,
relaxing his sphincter with his movement.

The hand was removed from his belly, as the other kept up the prep.

"What's happening?"  Tom pushed against fingers that had stopped
moving.

"Just greasing up Big Red."

"Big Red?"  Tom choked out around a laugh as he was pulled back and up
onto his knees.  "That's the stupidest name for a dick I've ever
heard."  Tom didn't sound very erudite himself.

But Chakotay wasn't his favorite person right now--not at all.  They'd
been back from Planet Mud for a week and Tom hadn't seen Chakotay for
much more than a minute in that time.

Sure they were busy.  Everybody on Voyager was busy. But Chakotay was
distant.  Tom should have known.   Should have realized there wasn't
going to be more to a relationship with this man than a little animal
sex on a miserable planet.

Well, it wasn't even animal sex.

But the fucker had said he loved him.  'I love you' certainly meant
something different to Chakotay than it did to Tom.  To Tom a certain
amount of togetherness came with the declaration.  He wasn't quite
sure what it meant to Chakotay.  He'd barely heard another word from
the guy--good or bad.  Sarcastic or loving.  Mostly, Tom got
indifference.  And pissed off.

All that didn't stop Tom from wanting this.  The feel of a sure hand
playing him and his butt like he was some damn instrument.  The cock
was pushing for entry--blunt and competent just like Chakotay fingers.
The fingers in question reached around to pump Tom in a greasy fist.

Slowly, with firm pressure, Chakotay eased past the defensive muscles
Tom presented him.  "Relax," Chakotay grunted.

"Make me," Tom wiped his sweating face on the pillow.

"Love to," Chakotay whispered into Tom's ear, his tongue swiping at
the moisture on the bright pink ear.  He doubled his efforts, leaving
the pretense of gentility behind as he pressed forward.  The noise of
mating filled the room as both men grunted and groaned.  Tom let
Chakotay do all the work.  **He** wanted the sex, **he** snuck into
his bed, **he** should go to the effort of making this good for Tom.

Chakotay, apparently didn't mind the effort.  He pulled Tom back and
onto him.  The younger man felt himself hoisted back and onto
Chakotay's lap, impaled fully on the invading dick.  Wiggling his
butt, Tom seated himself properly, perversely enjoying the moans he
tore from deep in Chakotay's chest.  Out of an even deeper perversion,
he squeezed his cheeks, hard, enjoying even deeper groans from the big
guy.

If having the juice squeezed out of him didn't stop Chakotay, the hard
hand squeezing Tom's penis stopped the pilot.  "Arggh."

"Loosen up, Paris."

"If I can," he groaned and began to release the pressure on the cock
up his backside.  As soon as he had a little space within, Chakotay
began a slow, almost gentle roll into Tom.  Tom let out a sigh full of
feeling.  "This is good," he grunted as one hard arm moved around him
and down onto his abdomen.  Tom wasn't going anywhere.

With the blunt, competent penis up his butt, brushing his magic
button, he sure wasn't going anywhere.  Except maybe to heaven.
Chakotay's tongue now lapped at the back of his neck, then his upper
vertebrae were being chewed on.

And that hand rubbing his penis, it was pretty special, too.  "Gods,
you're tight," Chakotay hissed.

"Gotta problem with that?" Tom asked as he struggled to remain seated
on the pistoning cock.

"Nothing that I can't take care of."

This pillow talk was just too romantic, Tom thought as he was rocked
back and forth by the man impaling him.  But he couldn't deny how good
it felt.  The basest of his needs met by the man he wanted.  He'd
worry about the relationship he wanted later.

But not too much later.  His balls were clutching, his legs were
straining, the man invading him was draped over his back.  The hand
that held him slowed, pulling him toward climax.  The tingle was
strong, suffusing his penis, his balls, his gut.  He heard Chakotay
mumbling, then he was jerked back as the dick moved deeply within him.
He felt the compulsive jerk as Chakotay began to pour into him.  Teeth
touched his shoulder as the older man shuddered and came.  When the
grip slackened on his own erection, Tom grasped it himself.  Christ,
he was close.  It was not easy to keep himself upright with the big,
dead body draped across his back.  Pumping, gasping for breath, he
stroked himself into release.  With a last gasp, he sunk to his
stomach, laying in the pooling semen that hadn't had time to be
diluted by the sweat pouring off of him.

Chakotay lay across his back like a lump.  He was gasping for breath,
wiping his face on Tom's shoulder blades.  "That was better than I
remembered it to be," he didn't quite groan.

Tom huffed.  "Thanks, I think."

"Don't mention it."

I won't.  "What the hell was that all about?"  Tom asked, as he slid
from beneath the immovable commander.

"Sex."

"Cut it out.  I want answers," Tom said as he wrenched his underwear
the whole way off to swipe at the glop sticking to his abdomen.

But, Chakotay didn't answer right away.  He didn't move away from Tom
right away either.  He just kind of hung there, a breath away from
Tom.  Blue eyes full of anger and question rose to study the dark
ones.

Chakotay didn't flinch from the scrutiny.  "I lasted as long as I
could."

"I beg your pardon?"  Tom got the feeling his companion wasn't talking
about his staying power.

Chakotay colored and looked down.  Right into Tom's groin.  He let his
eyes slide down to Tom's thighs.  "This has been a long week."

Tom shrugged, not longer than any other here in the Delta Quadrant.
"I guess," he said.

Dark eyes rose to his.  There was something in the depths, something
Tom hadn't seen in them in years.  The hard-as-nails seriousness
Chakotay used to have in the Maquis.  Tom frowned.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Don't know."  He didn't know.  He'd wanted Chakotay here in his bed
for quite sometime.  But this didn't feel right.  A week ago they had
a roll in the hay, er, on the shuttle floor after Chakotay's
declaration of love.  Then nothing.  Now he shows up in his quarters
with lube and initiates some pretty hot sex.

A deep sigh and Chakotay rolling away from him brought Tom back from
his musing.  "Where are you going?"  he asked.

Once again the dark eyes pinned him.  "Back to my quarters"

Tom frowned.  "I guess I've missed something," he said.

"No, I don't think so."  Feet hit the floor.

"Chakotay, you're not going anywhere.  Lights, 20 per cent."  The
illumination was soft, and their eyes adjusted easily.  The older man
sat on the edge of the bed, but stayed turned toward Tom.  "Why didn't
you, um, come to me after we got back?"

Frowning, Chakotay looked at Tom for a long minute.  "I thought you
didn't want me bothering you."

The look of incredulity that Tom displayed twisted Chakotay's mouth
into the shadow of a smile.  "How did you get that impression?"

"When we got back.  In the shuttlebay, you said 'see you around,
commander'."

"Yeah? "  Tom's incredulity now rested between his brows.  What was
wrong with that?

"I thought you meant don't call me, I'll call you."

Tom stared at him in utter disbelief.  "Why the hell would you think
that?  What was I supposed to say, your place or mine?  Christ, Harry
and Tuvok were standing there."

When he stopped talking, he stared some more.  What the hell?  Tom
felt particularly stupid for falling in love with such a lame brain.
Tom rolled off the other side of the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Why didn't you ask me what I meant?"

He knew Chakotay was following him into the room, but the doof paused
when Tom stepped into the shower.  "Come on," Tom said.  "You didn't
wait to be invited into my bed.  Didn't think you needed to be invited
into the shower."

Tom's displeasure at his rude awakening wasn't total.  He wanted
Chakotay there, with him, making love to him.  But it would be nice if
the big guy had asked.  Doof.  He called the water on and proceeded to
soap himself up.  He handed the bar to Chakotay.  Instead of using it
on himself, he turned Tom around to soap up the taller man's back.
Tom was shaking his head wondering if he would ever be able to get a
straight answer out of this guy.

"So, this lousy week came from a lack of communication," Tom said as
Chakotay massaged his soapy back.

"Uh-huh."  He rubbed at Tom's shoulders.

"Why didn't you say anything?"  Tom asked as he moved toward the
fingers, letting them take care of him.

"I thought your words told me everything I needed to know."

"What words, I wasn't talking about our relationship."  He felt
Chakotay shrug as he worked the back of his ribs.  "Never stopped you
from asking for more before."

"It's different now."

Tom turned within Chakotay's hands.  "How is it different?"

Now it was Chakotay's turn to give him the incredulous look.  "It's
very different."  He brought his arms around Tom, letting the water
rinse the soap from Tom's back.  "You know I love you.  You can hurt
me now if you want to."

There it was.  The man who could never be serious was giving Tom the
key to his heart, and scared to do so.  Tom slid his hands up the
taut, tense back.  It made Tom feel bad.  And a little miffed.  "So,
you think I'd want to use your feelings like weapon, huh?  You really
are pathetic."

Well, that was a little strong and Chakotay looked like Tom hit him.
Tom sighed pulling Chakotay into his arms, "Just pathetic," he
softened the words as he took Chakotay's mouth into a long and
demonstrative kiss.  Pulling away, he appraised the man watching the
smile once again come into the dark eyes.   He called the water off
and stepped out of the shower.  He tossed his bath partner a towel.
"You're staying the rest of the night, right?"

Chakotay studied Tom.  "Say it out loud," Tom ordered, wondering what
misinterpretation Chakotay was chewing on now.

The dimples appeared.  "Can I stay every night?"

Tom's dimples appeared, too, "Yeah, but you have to supply your own
pillows, I use all of mine."

"Fair enough, but I get to be on top."  Chakotay followed Tom out of
the bathroom.

"Like hell," Tom laughed as he flopped on the bed.  Chakotay flopped
right down onto Tom's back.  "Okay," the younger man relented,  "you
win, Red."  Tonight, he thought.

Big Red indeed, Tom smiled as he drifted off in the arms of the man he
loved.  Guess his nickname would be Gigantic Pink.

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The End