The BLTS Archive- In The Airponics Bay
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Yes, here's the third in the PWPs.  After all, it's only fair to do
the third.  At least that's what Harry tells me (although *I* think
he just wants to watch Tom and Chakotay).  And of course, you
all already knew that the angst-factor in *this* universe is 0 out
of 10, right?  Which after recent writing is kind of a relief.  And
yes, I do know that I've totally screwed up my canon.  Missing
Scenes From Resistance, an undatable story (In Tom's Closet),
and two that take place after Kes's departure.  Oh, well, it's
*definitely* not canon, anyway, but I just thought I'd let the critics
know that I am aware of the inconsistency.  One good thing, I
didn't have to come up with explanations for things like
Investigations and Resolutions.

Thanks again to Briony for the idea, and to Karen for asking for
a continuation of Missing Scenes.

Distribution: BLTS, ASCEM, PKSP, CPSG.  Okay for R'Rain,
ASC, and both lists to archive.

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The airponics bay had been sadly neglected since Kes' departure.  Tom
couldn't believe the overgrowth.  Parts of it were literally
impetrable before they sent in the machinery to hack off some of the
growth.

"Amazing how Kes managed to keep up with all of this by herself,"
Chakotay remarked.

"That lady had so much more to her than a lot of people knew,"
Tom said, softly.

"You really miss her, don't you, Tom?"

"Don't you?"

"Of course.  But I never really got to know her that well.  I mean,
my constitution is pretty good, and I certainly never spent much
time here."

"You missed a lot," Tom said, looking sad.

"Hey," Chakotay pulled him into a gentle hug. Tom loved being held by
Chakotay.  He often thought that he would give up the adventurous and
interesting sex life he shared with Chakotay and Harry, just so long
as he could still be held by them when he needed to be.  Tom heard the
whisper of the door, and, looking over Chakotay's shoulder, caught
Harry's eye.  Harry winked at him, and made his way to a secluded
corner.  Tom managed to keep from laughing out loud, with some degree
of difficulty.  He and Harry had come up with this, in loving revenge
for Chakotay's assigning Harry to work with Seven earlier today, and
of course because it was planned that a scenario like this would take
place soon.

Tom kept an eye on the progress of the machinery, subtly moving out of
Chakotay's embrace, because much as he loved it when his lover was
compassionate, he wanted him passionate.

"You know, there are some varieties of fruit growing in this part of
the gardens," Tom said, waving his tricorder vaguely in the direction
opposite Harry, "That have aphrodisiacal qualities. Here," he said,
plucking a round yellow fruit from a sadly overloaded bush, peeling
it, and taking a bite.  He offered the fruit to Chakotay, who took a
bite, then brushed the fruit against Tom's lips.  Tom took another
bite, and they exchanged bites until the fruit was gone..

"Delicious," Chakotay said, licking the last few drops of juice from
Tom's lips.  Tom moved forward, angling his lips to Chakotay's.

"Nothing like it," Tom grinned, when they had to breathe.

Harry had quietly slipped out of his uniform, and he was gently
caressing his chest, slowly stroking his nipples to hardness.  He
was gasping for air, trying not to moan too loudly, because Tom seemed
to be determined to set a new ship's record for the longest kiss
between two people (he'd set the last one two nights ago with Harry,
while Chakotay had been finishing some paperwork), and part of this
scenario was that at least one person had to remain unaware of the
third party for as long as possible.

"Tom..." Chakotay moaned, when they had to separate again.

"Mmmmm?"  Tom asked, moving his tongue up to trace his lover's tattoo.

"Tom, please, I need you.  Let's get out of here and go to my
quarters.
They're closer."

"We could stay right here," Tom grinned, "It would mean less
explaining..."  and he caressed Chakotay's hardness through his
uniform, causing another needful groan, and a husky murmur of
agreement.

Harry was stroking his hardness, trying not to moan or call out,
but it was so difficult to keep quiet.  He was a vocal lover, which
he knew both of his lovers loved about him, but that was a distinct
disadvantage in *this* situation.

Tom made short work of Chakotay's uniform, almost shocking the older
man with his haste, then made equally short work of his own.  He
lowered Chakotay onto the soft grass that Kes had tended as carefully
as everything else here, also sadly overgrown, but  unlike the grass
of Earth, it was soft, and didn't cause skin  irritation when a naked
body lay upon it.  Tom had heard that from Kes, who had not told him
how she knew this, but he suspected.  He'd teased her about trying it
out, he remembered, when they'd been working in here, but she'd said,
with that insight that he'd always known was more intuition than
empathy, that he had only been seeking distraction with her, that he
hadn't been able to choose between Harry and Chakotay. He'd
acknowledged that she'd been right, and that he would never go after
a woman who was already committed, especially to a friend.

She'd been the first to know about his new relationship, and had
wondered why she hadn't thought of that solution.  Tom's reply had
been that no one but Harry and Chakotay could have made that choice.
Even he could never have chosen that way, because he would never have
been able to approach both of them.  She had smiled, and said, "I know
that relationships between three people take more work, because each
person has to fully commit to both of the others, but if I were to
gamble on the outcome of you three, my credits would be on your making
it."

Tom had always loved Kes's wisdom, and that had been the thing she had
said that he would always remember.

He was distracted from his memories of Kes by a warm mouth, that
seemed intent on sucking his neck until it bruised.  He fumbled behind
him for his uniform, having had the foresight to replicate some
lubricant before leaving his quarters this morning (they each
maintained separate quarters, because being in a relationship with two
other people, sometimes they just needed to be alone).  He felt the
bigger man's skin against his, and loved the feel of it.

Harry was still moaning, keeping in concert with one of the others as
much as he could, and gaining an appreciation of how difficult it was
not to moan at the sight of his lovers entwined.

Tom began a careful exploration of his lover's body, slow and sensual.
He moved his hands over the familiar planes, causing moans when he
pressed slightly harder, or moved in a certain way.  He moved one hand
to the entrance of Chakotay's body, slowly slipping a lubricated
finger inside him, adding a second, and third.  He maneuvered Chakotay
onto his hands and knees, gently stretching him, then positioned
himself behind his lover.  He entered him slowly, a little at a time,
thrusting his hips slightly as he continued.  Chakotay's and Harry's
moans blended, driving him almost past the edge.  He began thrusting
in and out of his lover, increasing the movements as he felt Chakotay
moving under him. He moved to grasp Chakotay's hardness, and moved on
it in time with his thrusts inside Chakotay.

Harry moved his hand on his hardness in the same rhythm, trying not to
go over the edge first.  Tom thrust hard one last time, and exploded
inside Chakotay with a scream.  Chakotay moaned long and low,
climaxing in Tom's gripping hand. Then Harry screamed.

"So," Chakotay chuckled when he could speak again, "This was no
accident.  The lube was planned?"

"Sorry," the two younger men chorused, looking completely unrepentant.

"Oh, you will be," Chakotay mock-glared, "You will be.  But now I
think we have to clean up, and get dressed before someone discovers
us."

"Don't worry," Tom replied, "I made sure that no one could get in
here without us knowing about it in plenty of time to get dressed."

"Why am I *not* surprised?" Chakotay smiled, and kissed his lovers
gently, before dressing.  The First Officer *had* to maintain a
modicum of dignity, even under these circumstances.

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The End