The BLTS Archive- An Awkward Encounter
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Please do not distribute, archive, etc, without my permission. May be
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Archive only.  Posting to BLTS, CPSG, ASC/EM only.  Anything else,
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about it.

This story was inspired by a post made to ASCEM by Lirendio.

>I read a story in another land, the premise had the characters
>imprisoned and the only way out was to have a mutual orgasm
> to get out of the shackles.

And, well, I just *had* to do it as C/P.  It started as a PWP, but
grew slightly.  Still not *much* plot, but it's not just a jerk-off in
a dungeon any more ;-).

I decided to make it a third disaster story after the events of
Nemesis and Day Of Honour, as well as explaining some things that
happened in those two shows!

Oh, yeah, m/m, if you don't like it, you know where the delete key is.

This is for Tera and Debbie, who have asked for happy, non-depressing
C/P. Hope this fits.  No *serious* angst, anyway.

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Tom sighed.  Being assigned to forage on this planet with Chakotay was
not exactly helping his decision-making processes.	Well,
actually, it was in a way, he now knew more than ever that he didn't 
really *have* a decision to make, that it had been made almost five 
years ago, in a seedy bar on some backwater planet that he couldn't 
even recall the name of.  A gorgeous, bright, fiery, half-Klingon just 
couldn't compete with warm brown eyes, calm, almost stoic demeanour, 
hidden depths and that tattoo.

Of course, there was also the difficulty in getting the *owner* of
that tattoo to see what was obvious to him.  If he had been able to
make it down to that planet to rescue him maybe...

"Maybe he'd have killed me," Tom thought, half-jokingly.  Chakotay
could have seen him as the 'nemesis' and shot him before he realised
who he was, just as he had almost done to Tuvok.

Tom had certainly made no secret of his wanting to help the other man,
earning himself some interesting looks from B'Elanna, who he was still
unofficially dating.  He had tried, if he hadn't already been in love
with someone else, he probably would have fallen in love with her, but
he simply wasn't capable of it.  Of course, for a long time, he had
been denying his feelings, convinced that he had no chance with
Chakotay, and he still wasn't sure if he did, even now.  But he had
decided that he could never try with anyone else before he tried with
Chakotay.

It was ironic that what had made him decide this had been B'Elanna
telling him that she loved him.  They'd talked about it, and she had
meant it, in the moment.  But she didn't want him if he wanted someone
else.

Tom thought back to that conversation.  They had just been released
from Sickbay, and Tom had insisted they talk.

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes.  And no."

"What?"

"Tom, I've made *no* secret of my feelings for you.  Not since that
whole thing with the Pon Farr.  But I am half-Klingon, and I will
*not* take someone else's mate."

"I'm no one else's mate."

"Not physically, no, but your heart...we both know where that lies."

"Then why...?"

"Because I thought we were dying.  Because I wanted you to hear it,
just once. Because I had to tell you,  the one time that you just
might have answered me in kind and meant it.  Because, on some level,
I always will love you, and I hope you love me on the same level."

"I do.  But, B'Elanna... "

"It's *only* on that level, right?"

"A part of me wants it to be more."

"But a bigger part of you wants to let Chakotay know you're all
right?"

"Yeah."

"Promise me one thing, Tom."

"Anything within my power."

"Promise me that you won't come to me if he doesn't want you.  I don't
want you that way."

"B'Elanna, I would never do that to you."

"Then I think we'll be able to stay friends."

"I would hate it if this ruined that."

And, strangely, it hadn't.  Their friendship seemed stronger than
ever, three weeks later.  Perhaps it was the lessening of expectations
of more, but their friendship seemed to deepen with each day that
passed.  The situation with Chakotay and the Nemesis had also helped
to crystallise things, at least for Tom, and had also seemed to bring
B'Elanna to final acceptance that it wasn't going to happen for them.

'And now all I have to do is pick my moment and talk to Chakotay.  I
don't think, somehow, that it will be that easy, though,' Tom thought.

"Commander, are those life forms you scanned a few minutes ago any
closer?" Tom asked, bringing his thoughts back to the mission.

"Lieutenant, I'd forgotten them," Chakotay replied, and Tom wondered
briefly what Chakotay had been thinking of.  He wasn't the type to
distract easily.

"Not only closer, heading in this direction," was the grim-faced
answer.

"That's not so surprising," Tom commented, "This *is* the richest
source of food on the planet."

"Yes, but how do we explain our presence?  We can't ignore the Prime
Directive."

And it was too late.  The aliens entered the glade the officers had
been gathering fruit in.

Tom looked at Chakotay and murmured, in the words of one of his
favourite vid characters, "Oh, boy."

After the intial shock of discovery of each other wore off, Tom
noticed something odd about the extremely human-looking (except for
the pale grey skin) aliens.  They were all male, and all *very*
aroused.  They wore skin-tight trouserlike garments that made the
evidence of their arousal extremely clear to an observer.

Tom blushed as one of them pointed to him, and the Universal
Translator kicked in at last.

"He is not tumescent!"

"Neither is this one," an alien near Chakotay replied.

"Could they be mates?" one asked.  Tom's blush grew deeper if that
were possible, and Chakotay's skin turned a deep burgundy hue.

"They do not wear any indications of such."

"Then they are in violation of the Law."

"Wait a moment - " Chakotay began, but was cut off.

"Quiet!  You will be Punished according to the Law."

"And how is that?"

"Do you not know?"

"No."

A look of compassion crossed the face of the alien.

Tom and Chakotay exchanged concerned looks, but were unable to do more
as they were marched to a building near the glade.

"Looks like a dungeon," Tom couldn't help cracking a joke, even under
the circumstances.

Chakotay had to agree, especially once they were inside.  The walls
were of stone, and there were rings of steel, just the right height
for attaching to wrists, lengths of chain, all the paraphernalia of
cliche.  And strange-looking bladed instruments hanging from the
ceiling, about half a foot in front of the rings and chains.

The officers were quickly and unceremoniously stripped, and their
penises were grasped by practiced hands.  It didn't take much to bring
them to full erection, it had been a long time.

Chakotay let out an involuntary moan, and Tom jerked towards him,
becoming harder.  Chakotay, though, was completely humiliated.  Tom
knew that he'd never been with another man, it was one of the many
reasons he'd never tried to act on his feelings, and Tom wanted to
reassure him that such reactions were completely normal under the
circumstances, even ones as embarrassing as these.

Their erections were attached to chains by restraints that seemed
awfully flimsy.  It would be easy to break them.  The aliens moved to
exit the building, and Tom was waiting with bated breath.  He didn't
think Chakotay realised what was happening, he was probably too
embarrassed.

That was when Tom realised that the bladed instruments were lowering.
It was pretty slow, maybe an inch every ten seconds, but definitely
getting lower. And the instruments were attached to the chains, his
chains to Chakotay's instrument and vice versa.  If he broke his
chains, the instrument would lower, cutting Chakotay...and the same
would happen to him.  They had to get out of the restraints without
breaking the chains.  It would be impossible to slide his swollen
erection out of the restraint.

Swollen?  If he could possibly get it down - and there was only one
way to do that - he should be able to slide out.  But what about
Chakotay?  Was there a way for both of them to escape?  The only way
he could think of was rather awkward, but better death by
embarrassment than by bleeding out from such a sensitive area.

"Chakotay," Tom coughed, "I've thought of a way we can get out of
this."

"What is it?"

"We can...um...there's no other way to put this...jerk each other off,
slide out of the restraints, and escape while the instruments are
still falling."

"Can't we..er...ourselves?"

"No, because then we might break our chains, and if one of us is
still...er...unfinished, he would be killed.  If we do it to each
other..."

"We should be able to time it.  I see.  You're right, Tom."

Tom smiled, and said, "You know, we might enjoy it a little too."

Chakotay chuckled, and asked him, "Do you reduce *everything* to sex?"

"Well, we are going to be pretty intimate.  Does that bother you?"

"Not really."

"It's just...I know you've never...you know, with a guy."

"How do you know that?"

"Um, game of truth or dare with B'Elanna.  Apparently while you were
in the Maquis, Ayala was politely but firmly rebuffed."

"Well, the truth is, I was so blinded by Seska...I wouldn't have
noticed any man then."

"Then?"

"Well, I've never been narrow.	Straight, yes.	But I wouldn't be
adverse to the idea.  There was a guy back at the Academy...if he'd
given the slightest indication..."

"Anyone I know?" Tom asked, jokingly.

"Will Riker," Chakotay replied.

Tom goggled.

Chakotay smiled, "And of course, in our...unique situation, I've had
to consider options outside the usual range of human females..."

"But...the Captain?"

"Wasn't meant to be.  Besides, I know she's got her heart set on
someone."

"Who?"

"Dalby."

"Gods, I'd kill to see that!"

"Yeah, me too.  But I've considered people outside that range on
Voyager."

"Like who?"

"If he weren't so young, Harry Kim."

"He's not as young as he appears.  Or as naive."

"I know that.  He's young for me, though.  I've often wondered about
you two..."

"So have I.  But Harry's my *friend* before he's anything else.  And I
don't want to jeopardise that."

"Probably a wise move.  Good friends are harder to come by than
lovers."

"Don't I know it!  Anyone else?"

"I'm still curious about Ayala.  And Batehart, maybe.  And...you."

"Me?"

"Yes.  But...not as a quick roll in the hay.  Or jerk-off in a
dungeon.  It's not that simple for me."

"You mean..."

"Well, I've thought about it.  But I thought you and B'Elanna...."

"If it weren't for one thing, I could be perfectly happy with
B'Elanna."

"And that one thing is?"

"I lost my heart to someone five years ago, in a sleazy bar on some
backwater planet whose name I can't even remember."

"Ayala?" Chakotay teased.

"You guessed," Tom laughed.

"That long?" Chakotay asked, serious now.

"Yeah.  Surprised?"

"Yes and no.  I think...I felt something too, but I couldn't think
about it with Seska there...all the time, and I wasn't really...open
back then."

"I think she knew.  I think that's why she took such utter delight in
holding me when I was on that undercover mission with the Kazon."

"I know she knew about you.  She took great delight in informing me.
But I thought...after all the difficulties we had...that you would
have laughed in my face if I'd suggested anything.  And then there was
Kathryn..."

"Um...Chakotay," Tom was looking upward, "As much as I want to have
this conversation with you, right now I think we have more urgent
matters to attend to," and he wrapped his slender fingers around
Chakotay's hard, dark erection. Chakotay gasped, and reached for Tom,
moving his hand at first awkwardly, then, as he got  used to moving on
someone else as he would on himself, more confidently.

The silent dungeon filled with their moans of ecstacy as they each
pleasured the other.  It was difficult for them to remember that they
had to time this as closely as possible, it was all going to be over
in a moment anyway.  Tom gave a few more strokes to Chakotay,
thrilling to the older man's gasps, and the increased pressure on his
own hard organ.

Tom erupted a second before Chakotay, with a muffled scream, and the
Commander roared his own release even as Tom slid himself, slick with
his own juices, from the restraint.  He immediately pulled Chakotay
out of the path of the blade, and they gasped, half in pleasure, half
in relief as the blades landed with a loud clang on the stone floor.

Without thinking, Tom took Chakotay's mouth in a passionate kiss of
relief.

"Oh...Tom," Chakotay sighed as they separated.

"Yes?"

"If I'd known, I would have kissed you before..."

"If *I'd* known, we'd have done a lot more than kissing," Tom grinned.

"We'd better get out of here and back to the ship," Chakotay said,
still holding the younger man.

"And then?" Tom asked, needing reassurance.

"We talk.  Tom, I told you, this isn't just a reaction to
circumstances, but I want to talk to you when we can actually talk."

"Okay.  But I needed to hear it, you know.  I've wanted this for so
long..."

"Well, if you get dressed, we'll be back on the ship that much
sooner," Chakotay grinned.

Tom didn't think he'd ever manage to get the uniform on as quickly
again.

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The debriefing was accomplished with a minimum of blushes from both
men, probably because it was conducted by Tuvok and not Kathryn
Janeway.  Even the Vulcan raised an eyebrow about the techniques
employed for escape, although Tom swore he caught a *very* brief note
of approval in Tuvok's eye as they exited his office together.

"What now?"  Chakotay asked, awkwardly.

"Some time alone to talk.  Your quarters or mine?"

"Mine.  But I want to clean up, take a shower first."

"Sounds good to me," Tom grimaced, pulling his sticky uniform from his
groin.

"1900?"  That would give them an hour.

"Fine with me," Tom grinned, stepping into the turbolift first, and as
soon as the doors closed, he pulled the other man to him, latching
onto his lips with a gentle intensity.

They sighed as they pulled apart after a moment.

"I've been wanting to do that in a lift for *far* too long," Tom
sighed.

"Nice as it was...I think we'd better leave that kind of thing for
later, Tom. Anyone could get into the lift, and I want to keep it
between us for a while. Just until *we* know what's happening, you
know?" he added as Tom seemed to withdraw for a moment.

"Something else we need to discuss," Tom said, all the considerations
they really needed to make hitting him at once.

"Whatever else we have to decide, Tom, I do want to be with you.
Don't forget that," Chakotay assured him as the lift stopped.

Tom didn't answer, he couldn't right now.  "We'll talk in an hour," he
eventually said, stopping at his door.


The time passed quickly, Chakotay only just stepping out of the
bathroom after clearing PADDS, clothes and other paraphernalia away
before his shower.  He looked, wondering if Tom were early, but he was
exactly on time.  Chakotay opened the door, not wanting to shout out
the command "Come."  Now wasn't the right time for that.

"Would you like a drink?" Chakotay asked.

"Yes, thank you.  Orange juice, please."

"Not alcohol?"  Chakotay asked, standing at the replicator.

"Maybe later," Tom replied, "I want to keep a clear head for now."

Chakotay handed Tom a tall glass, clutching one of his own, and they
looked at each other, taking a sip of their drinks.

"Tom -"

"Chak - "

They spoke simultaneously, and laughed a moment later.

"You first," Tom said when the laughter paused.

"Tom - damn this is awkward.  Um...okay.  How do we go about this?  I
want to have a relationship with you, but I don't know how it works."

"Chakotay, I'm more worried about the rank thing.  You're the *First
Officer*."

"Captain Janeway has relaxed the fraternisation policy.  You know
that."

"But still..."

"Is that all that's worrying you?"

"No.  I also don't know if I'm prepared for the possible consequences
from your former crew."

"Tom, I won't lie to you.  There's still some resentment, but less
 every day. I think our being together will help more than hurt any of
 that to heal."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Chakotay...if you're prepared to take me on, I think that we can get
past all of this."

Chakotay smiled, "Me too.  There's just one thing that I'm worried
about."

"What?"

"Well...I'm still not sure about sex...not with a man."

"Hey...we can take that slowly.  I'm not about to leap on you.	Unless
you want me to, of course."

"Well...I don't know.  Maybe not tonight.  But Tom, I do want to be
with you tonight."

"Me too."

"How about something to eat first?"

"Sounds good.  Anything in mind?"

"Soup and sandwiches.  I don't like to eat too much before..."

"Me either."

"Tomato?"

"Of course."

Chakotay replicated tomato soup, and peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches.

They ate in a companionable silence, listening to classical music that
Tom recommended.  As they finished eating, Tom asked Chakotay to
dance.

Chakotay was unsure, but the moment Tom took him into his arms, he
relaxed, and they moved together slowly to the soft notes.  Then they
moved closer together, and Chakotay could feel Tom's arousal against
him, his own rising in answer.

"Bedroom?" Tom asked.

Chakotay nodded, hesitantly.

"Hey," Tom looked into the brown eyes, "We don't have to do anything
you don't want to tonight.  We can just hold each other."

"No, I want more.  I just don't know if I'm ready to..."

"Be penetrated?"

"Yes..."

"It's okay...we'll think of something else," Tom winked, and rubbed a
hand against Chakotay's groin.  The older man moaned, and almost
collapsed then and there.

They made their way into the bedroom, stopping periodically for a
soul-deep kiss, and Tom slowly removed Chakotay's clothes, then his
own.	Chakotay pulled Tom to him, gasping as he felt Tom's nakedness
against his own.

Tom pushed Chakotay gently onto the bed, kissing his neck, gently
biting and causing a beautiful moan of pleasure from his lover.  He
kissed the smooth skin of the shoulders, over the chest, the broad
pectoral muscles, and blew gently on a nipple.  Chakotay arched and
cried out, then called Tom's name as he licked a sensitive point.  Tom
then licked the other into a hard point, and gently bit down.
Chakotay writhed and moaned under Tom's attentions, the sensations
more intense than he'd ever felt.  Tom nipped and licked down the
stomach, dipping into the navel to another cry of pleasure, licking at
the sensitive skin underneath, nuzzling the soft curls, and taking
Chakotay's hard shaft into his mouth.  He could taste the droplets of
arousal on the head, and dipped his tongue in to taste the saltiness.
Chakotay bucked his hips, and only Tom's grip saved him from falling
off the bed.  Tom chuckled around the flesh in his mouth, and Chakotay
half moaned, half laughed himself.  Tom continued his ministrations,
and a few strokes later, Chakotay's essence exploded over his tongue
and Chakotay collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

"Wow," Chakotay said when he recovered.

"You liked it?"

"Stop fishing for compliments, Tom, I *can't* be the first man who's
said that to you."

"You're not, but it has been a long time," Tom whispered, moving into
his lover's arms.

"You're beautiful," Chakotay said, suddenly, as if he had just
noticed.

"So are you," Tom smiled, tracing a finger over the tattoo.

Chakotay just kept looking at him, all flushed skin, golden hair
and...

"What shall we do about this?" Chakotay asked, touching Tom's erection
gently, liking the sound of the moan he made.

"Just - just keep doing that if you like," Tom gasped.

"This?"  Chakotay asked, wrapping his fingers around Tom, and stroking
forcefully.

"Mmmmm....yes," Tom gasped, thrusting into Chakotay's hand.  Chakotay
was a little hesitant at first, but as Tom arched and moaned, he
realised what he was doing right and continued.	Tom's moans were
almost musical, and Chakotay realised that he *liked* this, it was
different to being with a woman, but somehow more intimate than it had
ever been before.  He realised why, and whispered to Tom, "I love
you."

That sent Tom over the edge, and he shook, shivered and exploded in
orgasm at the words.  Then he collapsed, boneless, next to his lover,
trying to remember to breathe.

"Me too," he said when he could talk again.

"What's that?"  Chakotay asked, honestly not knowing what he meant.

"I love you, Chakotay," Tom said, and the look of undisguised emotion
almost made Chakotay consider another round of lovemaking, but he knew
his body wasn't up to it...just yet.

Tom yawned, and cuddled into his lover's embrace, almost asleep.
Chakotay pulled the covers over them, ordered the lights out, and both
were asleep in a few minutes.

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The End