The BLTS Archive- In Tom's Closet
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Disclaimer:  Everything Trek is Paramount/Viacom's.

This is a PWP.  No plot whatsoever.  There is m/m sex, period.
P/K, and a third party.  You don't like, please don't read.

Distribution:  BLTS, PKSP, CPSG (okay for both lists to
archive), ASC/EM (okay to archive on ASC archive), R'Rain's
archive.  Anywhere else, ask first (I will probably say yes).

For Karen who asked for the next installment <g>.

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The room was dark, silent, waiting for it's occupant to return.
The figure moved silently, straightening a pillow here, an
ornament there, when he became aware of movement outside
the door.  Looking around frantically in the semi-darkness, he
managed to get into a closet before the doors opened.  It just
wouldn't do for the First Officer to be caught sneaking around in
the Conn Officer's quarters.

"I didn't see Commander Chakotay at dinner," Tom remarked as
he and Harry entered his quarters, "I wonder where he got to."

"Does it really matter?"  Harry asked, kissing his lover gently.

"Hmmmm...probably not," Tom sighed into Harry's mouth as he
kissed him back more urgently.

Chakotay meanwhile was trying *not* to look at the passionate
sight before him. They looked so beautiful together, though, that
it was hard for him to tear his gaze away.  Tom's golden hair
making such a delicious contrast with Harry's dark hair,
especially when their heads were close together, like now, and
they were kissing with a fervour that rivalled Captain Janeway's
quest for home.

Harry looked straight at the closet, and Chakotay felt himself
trying to make himself smaller, thinking that the young man
would see him, even in the semi-darkness.  Harry soon looked
away, as Tom began kissing his neck, making the most
delicious-sounding moans of pleasure Chakotay had ever heard
in his life...at least until he returned the caresses to Tom, whose
moans were even more arousing than Harry's.

"Damn, arousing?" Chakotay thought, and realised that yes, he
was becoming hard. Uncomfortably so, in fact. And he was
here...in the closet...away from the eyes of the two men in the
room.  On that thought, he slipped off his uniform slacks,
leaving the top on (just in case), and grasped his straining
hardness in one large hand.

Harry unbuttoned Tom's shirt, placing a kiss on each area of
skin as it was revealed to his lips.  Tom's moans were nearly
constant now, just an occasional breath punctuating them.  He
managed to get himself under control enough to do the same to
Harry, exploring all over his smooth chest as he revealed the
golden flesh.

"Gods I love how you do that, Tom," Harry moaned.

"I love how you do *that*," Tom replied after Harry had indulged
in a thorough exploration of his chest.

Chakotay had discarded his own uniform top now and was
caressing his own chest and nipples, wishing he could have
Tom or Harry do it for him.  Although he still worried about being
caught, he couldn't help an occasional moan escaping his
sculpted lips, but he managed to time most of them with an
equally sensual moan from Tom or Harry...although there was
that one time that he had moaned involuntarily, and Tom and
Harry had been kissing.  He'd thought that Harry had tensed at
that, but he'd just gone back to moving his hands over Tom,
unfastening his trousers, and Tom had done the same for him.

"Make love to me?" Tom whispered.

"Always and forever," Harry replied.

Harry kissed a lingering trail down Tom's chest, stopping just
above the dark red patch of curls, then manouevered Tom
gently onto the bed, turning him gently onto his stomach.  He
reached into the bedside table, and pulled out a small tube.  He
squeezed some gel onto his fingers, and began caressing
Tom's back with the other, moving the lubricated hand closer to
the entrance of Tom's body, slowly and carefully inserting a
finger inside him. Tom tensed up slightly at first, but the rhythm
of Harry's finger gently moving inside him calmed him down.

Chakotay was stroking his erection, trying not to moan too
loudly, but it was so difficult to keep quiet...

Harry added a second finger, then a third, and when Tom began
moving with his fingers, he knew he was ready.  He removed his
fingers, to a moan of disappointment from Tom (and one of
pleasure from Chakotay), and whispered, "Just a minute, Tom.
Just a minute."

He found the tube again, and squeezed some more gel onto his
fingers, rubbing it gently over his hardness, gently so he didn't
set himself off, he was so close...

Chakotay was close too, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to
help screaming when he came, so he thought of shield
generators and warp core breaches and anything else boring
and routine that he could think of so he wouldn't go over the
edge, scream and alert the two lovers on the bed.

Harry positioned himself behind Tom, moving forward slowly
and gently, moving just inside, then further into Tom.  He
entered Tom fully, then pulled out slowly, then began thrusting
into and out of Tom's body.  Tom was gasping and moaning and
crying out, and when Harry reached a hand to grasp his
hardness, Tom nearly bucked him off the bed.

If he hadn't been so overcome by desire and fear of discovery,
Chakotay would have laughed at that.

Harry managed to get Tom back into the rhythm they had
established, the rhythm they had discovered from the first time
they had made love to each other, and before long, Tom was
moaning more loudly than ever, then screaming, and coming in
Harry's rapidly moving hand.  Harry was unable to hold back his
climax any longer when he felt Tom clenching around him.
Chakotay screamed in release at the same time as Harry, but
so loudly that the other two occupants of the cabin could not fail
to hear him.

"Nice try, Chakotay," Tom drawled when he was recovered
enough to speak.

"I *knew* you wouldn't be able to keep quiet," Harry grinned.

Chakotay smiled at his lovers, and moved out of the closet to
join them on the bed.

"So, whose turn is it to hide next time?"

"Mine, I think," Tom replied, kissing him gently.  Harry began
nipping at his neck.

"I don't think so," Chakotay chuckled, "I'm an old man, and once
a night is about my limit after three double shifts.  Spirits, I've
*missed* you both," he added, tenderly.

"Well," Tom said, with a slight grimace, "As much as I like being
close to both of you, I *definitely* need a shower before going to
sleep."

"We all do," Harry giggled, tracing patterns in the semen coating
Chakotay's stomach.

The three of them reluctantly got up from the warm haven of the
bed, somehow managing to squeeze into the shower together,
then making their way back to the bed, asleep almost before
they could curl up together.

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The End