The BLTS Archive - Season V: Trust Me by Bridget Cochran (bjcochran@aol.com) --- 1999 Spoilers for The Disease. Number 10A in a series that includes The Way of All Flesh, A Friend in Need, A Friend in Deed, etc. This was written to prove to myself that I could still write sex, since I've just been writing relationship. This story in no way furthers the plot line of Season V. In fact, anything resembling a plot is purely coincidental. --- It was pretty easy to see that Tom Paris couldn't be trusted. It had been the pilot's idea to conserve water by both men sharing a shower. Yet it had been only a matter of seconds before Chakotay was being assaulted by soap covered hands. Skilled, soap covered hands that studied every surface the long fingers could reach. "Damn it, Tom," Chakotay gritted out, "We aren't going to save any water this way." "Nope." Tom was unabashed as he nudged one arm up to massage an armpit with slick, foamy fingers. "Computer, halt shower,' Chakotay called. Blue eyes, bright with surprise raised in question. "Tom, if you want to shower, we shower. If you want sex, we have sex. I'm not wasting water." "But, it won't be a waste." Tom's whine was accompanied by a leer. Chakotay closed his eyes. It was very difficult to stand on principles when he was covered in soap suds, and hard as a rock. "We rinse off, then we--" "Fuck." Leave it to Tom to get right to the point. "Computer, lower water temperature 10 degrees and resume shower." Tom yelped. "Bastard," he said through clenched teeth, rinsing himself frantically before hoping out of the shower. Chakotay finished himself at a leisurely pace. Water temperature was relative. Could be hot or cold, it was just the sensation of water he enjoyed. He got out of the shower to find Tom in his briefs and tee shirt, with a toothbrush in his mouth. Chakotay began to towel himself off, but the job was quickly taken over by Tom. "No objections to me drying your back?" he asked as he did it, moving the towel in a slow, deep massage across the commander's shoulders. "Nope," Chakotay sighed as he moved back into the strong hands and soft, warm towel. Tom moved the towel down the curve of his lover's back to slide it over the firm buttocks. Chakotay was not surprised when strong fingers wrapped around his still hard penis. "I see cold showers don't effect you the way they do me." Tom's voice was that lethal caress that made Chakotay's penis twitch. The responding chuckle elicited another jerk that Tom answered with a firm squeeze. An answering gasp brought a pale arm around the trim waist and a tug backward into full contact with Tom's body. Tom pushed the other man forward, hunching his body over the broad one beneath his while his hand began strokes full of the gentle pressure that were slowly gaining speed. The gasps of the man under him were musical. Would this son-of-a-bitch always deny himself simple pleasures? Maybe Chakotay would never waste water. Too far against his nature; too many years of self-denial, saving all the resources for the cause. First the Maquis, now the long trip home. So, Tom would give him pleasure in the simplest, most basic way. He ran his thumb over the slick tip of the thick organ in his hand as his other hand moved northward to tease and torment one to the flat nipples. Actually, he grabbed a handful of hard pec and squeezed it until Chakotay groaned and began to squirm under the pressure. "Your cock is pretty hard," he whispered into the dark ear. "I don't think I'm gonna have to pull on it much harder." Chakotay made an unintelligible sound, but pitched his neck closer to the lips. His fists were curled and resting on his thighs as Tom loosened his hold on the hot, raw skin, sliding his palm along the velvet heat. "You are so close, I can feel the pulse. Right here." Tom applied his thumb nail to the throbbing vein to cause an involuntary surge in Chakotay. "Yeah," he breathed onto the extended neck, "won't be much longer." Tom stopped talking then, applying all his concentration to the abuse of his partner's prick and pec, massaging, rubbing, pulling and arousing the flesh until he pushed Chakotay over the edge of reason into the white hot bliss of lust fulfilled. Chakotay pushed back into Tom's groin, then surged forward into Tom's hand, gushing like a fountain. Tom, himself, was not unaffected, pressing into the warmth of Chakotay's backside with his covered groin, ejaculating into his clean underwear. The two stood, hunched, trembling for a few moments before Tom released his captive and stood straight up. They went right to the sink, washing their hands and laughing as Chakotay dabbed at Tom's limp penis and matted pubic hair. Tom left his lover to get into uniform because he had to be over on the alien's generational ship to help with repairs to the immense network of warp engines. Chakotay would spend another day on the bridge while Captain Janeway and B'Elanna headed the repair crew over on the other ship. Being under the direct command of two of his least favorite people wasn't too bad, really. But it would be better, he mused as he strode onto the transporter pad, if Harry were around to run interference for him. However, Ensign Kim was pretty scarce. Ah, young love. Tom had been there once or twice himself. Okay, dozens of times. He just hoped Harry used his head, the one on top of his shoulders, and didn't go over the edge for the wrong woman. Oh, Christ, listen to me, he thought. "Energize," B'Elanna called and Tom got into the work mindset. --- The End