The BLTS Archive- The Fantasy series: Clay by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com) --- DISCLAIMER: Everything you recognise belongs to Paramount/Viacom. They keep refusing to come up with an arrangement about Tom or Chakotay . All original ideas and characters are the sole property of the author. I suppose this one can fit into the Fantasy series. But this isn't the one with the plot! This takes place a couple of weeks after Reciprocation. Here's a hint. Never, ever watch the movie Ghost with your C/P filter on. Of course, that would, in my case, mean never watching anything again.... No songs, as such, but mentions of a few classics. This is, for those who haven't realised yet, slash, which means that it contains sex, in intimate detail between two men. If this turns you off or you're under eighteen, don't read it, 'kay? And if you do read it, don't bother flaming me, 'cause I warned you. Don't look for a plot, 'cause there isn't one. This is short and...sweet? ASC archive: Yes. BLTS: Yes. R'Rain's archive: Yes. Anywhere else (except personal use, sharing with friends, etc): Ask first! I'll probably say yes. --- The studio was quiet, shadowed. Tom loved this program, he hadn't run it in so long, he'd almost forgotten some of the little details he'd put into it. He stretched his long body out, maybe he should have run an exercise simulation, but he needed intellectual exercise more than physical exercise right now. "Computer, run music file Paris 5566." "Working," and the opening bars of Buddy Holly's 'Peggy Sue' began playing. Tom changed from his uniform, breathing a sigh of relief at getting the restrictive clothing off, pulling on clay-spattered grey sweats. He sat down at the pottery wheel, washing his hands in the bowl of water, his long fingers sinking through the gooey, viscous clay, manipulating it into the shape of a bowl, changing his mind, shaping it into a mug, then deciding to abandon it altogether and start again. He looked up as he heard the holodeck doors swoosh open. A smile stole across his face, and he stood up to embrace Chakotay. "Hello, stranger," he said, smiling. Chakotay and he had been missing each other too often lately, one being on duty when the other was off, one being asleep when the other was awake, and just needing time alone in the rare moments they got to themselves. "Hello," Chakotay replied, kissing him. "Wow," Tom said, "If brief separations affect you like this, we'll have to do it more often." "I don't *think* so," the older man replied, pulling Tom to him for another deep kiss. Before Tom could think, he put his hands on Chakotay's back. Unfortunately, he was still covered in clay. "Oooops," he pulled back, grinning apologetically. "What?" "Uh, I kind of got clay on your uniform." "That's okay. I'm off duty." "But, 'Kotay, it's...real." "Well, I'll put the uniform in the 'fresher. You have this very sweet tendency to worry too much, you know." Tom blushed, and ducked his head, knowing that it was true. He picked up a rag and tried to clean it off as best he could, anyway. Chakotay then got a gleam in his eye, kissed Tom again, and picked up a small handful of clay, smearing it over his lover's face. Tom stood there, in calm acceptance, wiping the clay from his nose, then calmly proceeded to do the same to Chakotay. If his lover wanted to play, he would quite happily oblige. Chakotay pulled back, and Tom wondered if he'd gone too far. "No, you haven't done anything wrong," Chakotay said, interpreting Tom's downcast eyes correctly, "I just want to get more...comfortable," and he began to slip out of his uniform. Tom got an idea, and voiced an order to the computer: "Computer, remove art supplies, except for," he grinned, "the clay and the water bowl, and cover the floor in a soft mattress." "Working," and the studio changed appearance. The music continued to play, finishing It's My Party (And I'll Cry If I Want To) and continuing on to a song that made Tom's wicked grin reappear, Unchained Melody. Chakotay returned the smile, then pulled Tom to him again, stroking his hands over his lover's smooth back. Tom kissed Chakotay's neck, gently biting, then moved down to explore his lover's chest. Chakotay arched his back and moaned when Tom's questing tongue found a nipple. Tom grinned, and reached blindly behind him for more clay, moving back to kiss Chakotay's lush, full lips, smoothing the clay onto his lover's chest. Chakotay reached for more clay, and moved his other hand to stroke Tom's erection, Tom doing the same to him, heartfelt moans arising from deep in their chests. Soon, they were both covered in the gooey mess, rolling over the floor, the slippery clay coating their entire bodies. Chakotay pulled Tom to him, grinding his hips into his lover's, not letting him get away this time, the clay creating an arousing, slippery friction, their erections moving and gliding over the other's, and as Tom began climaxing, Chakotay's orgasm seized him, both men shouting with release. After a few minutes, the lovers recovered enough to look at each other, and catching each other's eye, began to laugh. "To think, I was only coming to find out if you wanted to have dinner," Chakotay gasped. "Actually, I'm starving! But not for," he grimaced, "Neelix's cooking. I have enough rations for a decent meal, okay?" "Okay, but we'd better get cleaned up. I don't think we'd better go to our quarters in this state." "Computer, program Paris D34," Tom ordered, and the studio disappeared, to be replaced by a luxurious bathroom. One reasonably exciting shower later, the two men were clean once more, Tom slipping back into his uniform, Chakotay replicating a fresh one. "End program," Tom said, kissing his lover once more as they exited the holodeck. "Tom," Chakotay began, hesitantly, "You'll let me know when you run this program again, won't you?" "'Kotay, we have a permanent date when I run that program again. Unless of course, I do actually want to make something." "Oh, of course," Chakotay agreed, smiling. Tom grinned wickedly. "Of course, I've never really been that fond of pottery...." --- The End