The BLTS Archive- No Time to Waste by Bridget Cochran (bjcochran@aol.com) --- Warnings: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. I own the ideas. Major Timeless spoilers. Feedback: Only constructive. Flames are mean spirited. This story involves a consensual, if somewhat volatile, relationship between two men. If that offends you, move along home. Strong language. Disclaimer: I own the ideas, Paramount owns the rest. Archive at ASC only. Special thanks to Jim Wright at Delta Blues for his wonderful way with a synopsis. And Karen/s, my mortal beloved, so to speak. --- Harry slammed Chakotay against the wall of his quarters. Grabbing fists full of shirt, he slammed the older man again. "I. Am. So. God damned tired of people condescending to me. The last person I need shit from is you, Chakotay." Chakotay grabbed the wrists that held him fast, but the angry Harry Kim wasn't letting go. "This is no way to solve your problems." Harry sneered, his face twisting. "How do you propose I solve my problems? Huh? In case you weren't aware, Starfleet has closed the fucking investigation, commander. They're done. The search is off. We're screwed. It's only been four years." The call of his rank sounded profane to Chakotay's ears. The respect the young officer had for Starfleet when they had first met had eroded to the extent that the very mention of the word sounded like something incendiary. "Harry--" The answer was another slam against the wall. Now Chakotay felt his ire rise. He grasped the wrists in a firmer grip and he tried to move away from his captor. But Harry was having none of it. He slammed the broader man against wall again. "Don't say it, Chakotay, don't you dare say I have to move on. That I have to learn to live with the guilt." Harry's eyes were hard, so hard and angry, that Chakotay felt a moment of fear. He stilled, lowering his hands from Harry's arms, willing himself to relax. "The bastards at headquarters called off the search and we were so close," Harry said. His voice was full of bitterness. "So damn close." Harry, himself was close. His body rested on Chakotay's, as if propping himself up. "I can't let them out there alone, Chakotay. They're out there alone because of me." "Harry--," he tried again. "Shut the hell up, Chakotay. If I hear another damn person tell me to get on with my life, I'm going to fucking scream." Pulling back, Harry looked deep into Chakotay's eyes, letting the man see the total, abject misery in his dark, dark eyes. Chakotay relaxed for real. It was then that he realized that the tenor of Harry's embrace had changed; that his shirt wasn't in a rip grip. Instead strong hands molded his shoulders. A cheek rubbed the flushed skin of his own. Blunt fingers grasped Harry's waist to push him away, but he didn't budge, just pushed forward pinning him fully to the wall. "Don't be so fucking noble," Harry said, breath a rasp. "I need this." Chakotay sighed. The hot breath on his ear enflamed him, one hand slid up to Chakotay's blunt jaw, holding it firmly as the tip of a tongue stroked the stiff lips. The tongue trailed the jaw to his ear lobe. Shit, the older man thought, you're not the only one who needs this. His hands worked up under Harry's shirt, separating it from his pants. His fingers stroked the warm flesh he found. Grasping the collar once again, Harry began to yank the fabric in a desperate, awkward attempt to vacuum the shirt from Chakotay's body. He only succeeded in entangling the man in his shirt. The older man gave a shove, pushing Harry off balance, and releasing himself from the shirt. "Take off your own damn clothes," he growled and began to kick off his shoes. Harry complied and the led the way to the bedroom leaving shoes and clothes in his wake. Chakotay wasn't far behind, slipping out of his pants and underpants. He knew that the search for Voyager had been called off. He had been called into HQ to meet with Admirals McIntyre and Paris. They had wanted to tell both he and Harry about calling off the search before they went to the news nets, but Harry's ship was too far out in the field to get to him with the information. They sent it through subspace and the science expedition was to return. Harry sent word that he was back on earth 12 hours ago. One hour ago, he sent word that he wanted to see Chakotay in the visiting staff quarters. Now he was stripping naked. Out of reflex he caught the tube that Harry hurled at him. It took all of his intestinal fortitude not to roll his eyes. Harry and the bottom were synonymous. When they were first together in those miserable days after Voyager was lost, the two survivors took comfort in each other. The physical reminded them both that they were alive, but also of what they had lost. The touch of skin fused them together in a final communion of all they had lost in gaining the fruit of their labor. The cost of coming home had been high to both of them, and their sexual liaison had been more necessary to the healing than it was a love affair. Heavily gelled fingers were doing a quick, hot prep; nothing fancy and nothing gentle. Gentleness would not be appreciated for what Harry had in mind. Already the younger man was pushing back on the probing fingers. He wanted it now. Chakotay pressed his dick against the warm, slippery opening, sharing the tight space with his fingers for a moment. "Ah," Harry sighed as Chakotay slipped in. "That's it." Chakotay smiled a twisted smile. In a minute Harry would be begging for a reaming. He always did, a rough fuck was his abasement, his penance. Chakotay would give the lieutenant what he wanted. He'd fuck him raw. Harry backed up onto his prick, working his spincter to grasp him 'til he thought it would be squeezed off. Slapping the sweat slicked rump, Chakotay grunted. Harry got the message and began to relax the pressure. "Then fuck me like you mean it," Harry growled. "I want sex. Forget the goddamned sensitivity." No problem, Chakotay thought, I'm pretty pissed off, too. That was the last of it as he reared back to impale Harry like the piece of ass he was at the moment. The back and forth pulsing of the two angry men rocked the bed, their angry animal sounds echoed against the walls of Chakotay's quarters as they pounded out their pain and grief in an act that was supposed to resemble love. The older man reached around to grasp Harry's hot, leaking penis. The growl he made when Chakotay pushed the flesh in a less than natural direction reached deep into his gut and he drove harder for home. The noise, the smell of sweat and sex, the roar of his heart in his ears drove him deeper and harder into the ass beneath him. He pumped the dick in his hand with a vengeance, savoring the noise it brought. The body beneath his bucked, the noise now the grunt of an animal unloading his sperm. Chakotay's hand was covered in warm moisture, but he didn't care. His universe was in his cock and he was ready to come deep into Harry. His hands came up to grasp Harry's skull, jerking him upright and fully onto his dick. Christ, the angle was divine. He knew that he was brushing the nut inside because Harry was twitching and whimpering as he pitched forward, slamming his load deep inside. Chakotay pushed off of Harry to roll onto his back. He was breathing hard, spent of more energy than he really had available. The sheen of sweat he'd worked up was cooling fast. He looked at the man collapsed on his stomach beside him. "Did you have to wipe your hand in my hair?" Harry said as he pushed up onto his elbows. He dabbed at the stuff that was rapidly cooling into a crust. "You wanted fucked, I fucked you. Get a shower if it bugs you." Chakotay turned over, rutching into a comfortable position for sleep. Harry turned into a sitting position, leaning on one hip to ease the pain in his ass. He sat there for a few minutes, dripping, wallowing in his bitterness. "You going to turn out the light or get a shower?" Chakotay growled at him. "Did you know the Federation has possession of a Borg temporal transmitter." Chakotay had heard. He said nothing, waiting to see what was cooking in that angry mind. "It was in a burned out cube they found in the Beta Quadrant." Silence. "I know where they're keeping it." Nothing. "We'll have to figure out how to get our hands on the Delta Flyer. It's our best hope of taking the transmitter." "Get your shower," Chakotay said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow." He felt Harry move from the bed and into the bathroom. When he heard the water turn on, he turned onto his back and rubbed his face. Tomorrow. He'd probably have to tell him about Tessa tomorrow. Tessa. She knew about Voyager. She knew about Harry. She knew about Harry and Chakotay. And she was still with him. She'd told him her reasons. The all consuming desire to find Voyager. It was a desire he understood well. After four years of a life that was a cross between limbo and hell, he was just selfish enough to let her join him in the search. The water was off. The toilet was flushing. Now teeth were being brushed. Tomorrow he'd be resigning Starfleet again. --- The End