The BLTS Archive- Behind Sandrine's Bar by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com) --- Disclaimer: Everything Trek is Paramount/Viacom's. Yes, it's another PWP. M/m sex, period. C/K and an observer . Follows loosely on from In Tom's Closet. And I only ever intended for this to be one story. It's all Tom's fault! He suggested this one. Now I have to think of somewhere for Harry to hide... I also thought that someone *other* than Tom and Chakotay should break in Sandrine's . And no, I do *not* have an obsession with the guys in black leather. Really. If I did, they'd *all* be wearing it. (For anyone who doesn't get this, I've written two C/P stories with Tom in black leather). Distribution: BLTS, CPSG, PKSP (okay for both lists to archive), ASC/EM (okay to archive on ASC archive), R'Rain's archive. Please do not distribute elsewhere without asking me first, although sharing privately is encouraged. And once again, this is all Karen's fault Well, this is the first story I've written that officially acknowledges Kes's leaving. Thanks to Briony for the suggestion of the airponics bay for the C/P scene. --- Tom was making some adjustments to his Sandrine's holoprogram, and this particular adjustment required him to be on his knees behind the bar, out of sight of anyone who might enter the program. He'd just realised that he'd forgotten to initiate the privacy lock, not that it mattered much, he didn't really expect anyone to come in. He went back to the adjustments, and almost didn't hear the doors open. He just had time to order the computer not to reveal his presence, because he didn't feel like making idle conversation with any of the rest of the crew, and Harry and Chakotay (he unconsciously smiled at the thought of his lovers), were on duty for another...hang on, today was the day they were finishing early. "Computer," Tom whispered, knowing he wouldn't be heard over the bustle of the holocharacters, "Reconfigure structure of bar so I can see through it, but it appears solid from the outside." A shimmer of holographic matter, and Tom could see through the bar as if it were not there. The sight he saw almost took his breath away. Harry and Chakotay were standing at the pool table, talking to Sandrine. Harry...Harry was dressed in some sort of skintight black bodysuit. It hid absolutely nothing of his musculature, or his anatomy, Tom thought when his gaze lingered on Harry's groin. Oh, my. Absolutely delicious. And Chakotay? Chakotay was in leather. Tom loved Chakotay in leather. Tom loved Chakotay out of leather even more, but in leather was a very close second. Black pants almost as tight as Harry's bodysuit, definitely not hiding Chakotay's assets, Tom thought with a grin as he turned his back unwittingly on Tom. Oh, but his back was even more delicious than his front. And the jacket, oh, my. Tom was unable to stifle a strangled moan. The sight was almost too much to bear. He wanted to be out there, taking off that leather jacket, exploring the contours of Harry's bodysuit. He was about to stand up and announce his presence when he remembered... "I wonder if this *is* deliberate? But I know that Harry doesn't know about how it's possible for holographic matter to be clear to me, but not to him, and I don't think Chakotay does. I *could* show myself...but I don't think that would be anywhere near as much fun," he smiled, looking at the view in front of him. "Computer," Harry spoke, "Delete holocharacters." Sandrine and the others winked out of existence. "It's going to be kind of...dull without the holocharacters," Chakotay said, sounding almost regretful. But Tom could hear the teasing note in his voice, and so, it seemed, could Harry. "You think just *my* company will be dull, Chakotay? That's not what you said last night," and Harry's grin was almost enough to light up the holodeck. "I didn't say *that*..." Chakotay answered, moving predatorially towards the younger man. Harry grabbed Chakotay's shoulders a moment before the older man could draw him into his arms, and turned Chakotay around so that he was pressed against the pool table. "So..." Chakotay almost hissed, "This is how it's going to be?" Harry answered in kind by nipping at Chakotay's neck. Chakotay's head fell back, and he groaned under the movement of Harry's lips. Tom groaned too, managing to keep to the same rhythm of exclamations as Chakotay. Obviously Harry was working that same magic on Chakotay that he'd worked on Tom a few nights ago. Had Chakotay felt this way when he'd watched them? This feeling of connectedness, although they were apart? It was a heady feeling, he thought, slipping out of the clothes he'd been wearing, arranging them underneath him, so he didn't have to lie on the floor of the bar. He propped himself on an elbow, watching the scene unfolding before him like a holodeck play, but much more arousing and sensual than any mere fictional characters and situation could ever be. Harry kissed Chakotay deeply, pressing him more firmly into the pool table, until he realised that Chakotay's moans weren't all pleasure, that he was trying to ease some of the pressure between himself and the hard wood of the table. "Hey, what is this? I'm *ever* doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, you let me know. Immediately," the young man's eyes glowed with intensity, "I was once in a situation with a lover who liked...unusual sexual practices. Well...they weren't unusual among *his* people, but they were slightly more...painful than most human practices. He didn't let me know once when I'd broken a bone, and he limped for a month, even after regeneration. I swore then that I'd never unwittingly hurt someone I loved again." "You weren't hurting me, Harry. Not so much that I couldn't have endured a lot more. I'm not into pain during sex, by any means, but it would take a lot more than that for me to really be uncomfortable. I just thought that it was foolish to be kissing on top of the pool table when there's a perfectly comfortable couch just over here." Tom smiled as he heard that. The couch was directly in his line of vision. He was becoming more and more certain that at least one of his lovers knew damn well that he was here. Harry smiled, and led Chakotay to the much-discussed couch. He moved a hand under the leather jacket, to the accompaniment of more moans and gasps from his lover, and Tom was completely unsurprised to see that Chakotay wore nothing underneath. Tom was exploring his own fair skin, fingers occasionally becoming entangled in the curls on his chest, managing to time his moans of pleasure with Chakotay's or Harry's. Harry bent his head, and explored Chakotay's broad, muscular chest. He loved this. Chakotay was so responsive to his every touch, even more so than Tom on occasion. Chakotay was moaning and writhing underneath him, the friction between the leather pants and his clothing creating more heat. Harry gasped as Chakotay caressed him through his clothing, feeling the dampness that was forming at the head of his erection. "Make love to me, Harry," Chakotay pleaded, and Harry was surprised. Chakotay had not asked this of him before. Not that he minded, of course, he grinned to himself, and began the preparations he knew so well with Tom. Tom was now naked, and moaning almost constantly, not even trying to mask his sounds of pleasure now. He reached a hand down, and began stroking his hardness, taking it slowly, not wanting to finish before his lovers did. Harry moved over Chakotay's body, mapping out the pleasure points, each kiss or gentle nip causing a moan of pleasure. Chakotay made to turn over, but Harry stopped him. "No. I want to see your eyes, Chakotay. They are so," he kissed the lids, "Expressive, I have to see what they look like when you come." Chakotay couldn't respond. He'd never heard Harry sound so passionate, even when he'd been with Tom and himself. There was something about Harry when he took the initiative. Then Harry's lubricated fingers began to open Chakotay, and his thought processes stopped at the first touch of Harry's fingers. Tom was writhing, wishing for more, yet this was enough, to watch them as he brought himself to orgasm. His moans were almost constant, although he managed to keep in the same rhythm as hsi lovers. Harry moved his fingers once more within Chakotay who shuddered under the waves of pleasure. "You like this, don't you?" Harry whispered, kissing those lips again before he could be answered. He positioned himself at the entrance to Chakotay's body, and eased himself inside his lover. He paused a moment, to feel the connection between them, then he began slowly thrusting inside Chakotay, increasing speed as Chakotay's muscles clenched around him. Tom kept up the strokes on his hardness, increasing the pace slightly to that which he needed to climax. Harry captured Chakotay's erection in his hand, and moved on it in the same rhythm as he was moving in and out of Chakotay's body. Chakotay climaxed with a yell, Harry gave one last deep thrust and shuddered into orgasm. Tom's movements had the desired effect, and he shouted with his climax just after Harry. "Who's there?" Chakotay asked, disoriented. "Who is it?" Harry asked. 'This could be fun,' Tom thought. "Look, whoever you are, come out from behind there," Chakotay said, trying to sound disciplinary, but failing miserably (after all, whoever this was *had* just seen him in the throes of lovemaking). Tom decided that it was time to put his lovers out of their misery. "Computer, delete bar," he whispered. The bar disappeared. "Tom?" Two voices chorused. Tom was unable to prevent a laughing fit at the expressions on his lovers' faces. After a moment, they laughed too. After he'd calmed down a little, Tom asked, teasingly, "You *really* had no idea I was there?" "Really," Chakotay replied. "Really," added Harry. "Well, I was sure one of you suspected..." Both heads shook. Tom decided that this was getting ridiculous, and cleaned up as best he could, moving over to help his lovers do the same. "Well, Harry, what *will* you come up with?" Tom teased. "I don't know..." Harry replied, "Give me a few days to think about it." "Okay. Oh, Chakotay, remember, we have to check the airponics bay in a couple of days. I think it's been rather neglected since Kes..." "Yes," Chakotay grinned, "And Harry, I've assigned you to work with Seven. You're so understanding and patient..." "I never thought I'd wish that I wasn't known as understanding and patient," Harry groaned. 'But the airponics bay...now *that's* an idea...' he thought. --- The End --- Well, this is the first story I've written that officially acknowledges Kes's leaving. Thanks to Briony for the suggestion of the airponics bay for the C/P scene.