The BLTS Archive- Stress Relief: Chakotay
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Set in the same universe as my previous C/P/K stories (not the Duets
series), and a response to Ruth's stress challenge on ASCEM.  It's not
necessary to read the previous stories to understand this one, all
that you need to know is that Chakotay, Tom and Harry are in a
relationship.

Part of this story is all anne's fault ;-).  She knows *which* part.

XO's have *such* difficult lives ;-).

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It had been a difficult week.  No, actually, it had been a difficult
month, Chakotay amended to himself as he finally got to the end of the
pile of datapadds which had been huge at the beginning of the week.
Now he could go home.

But where was home?  Although he and his lovers maintained separate
cabins, after all, being in a relationship with two other people,
private time was desperately needed on occasion, he didn't know where
he really wanted to be right now.

He was too tired to want the company of both Tom and Harry, he
decided, regretfully, and he didn't want to choose one to be with in
case they were together, so he decided instead to go to the Mess Hall
for a while, get something to eat, and then he'd go to his own cabin
to sleep.  He stretched muscles that had been held in one position too
long, groaning as the ache intensified, and almost swore when his
office doorchime sounded.

He sighed in relief when Tom Paris entered, praying that this wasn't
ship's business, although as Tom was wearing his favourite blue
outfit, he doubted it.

"What can I do for you, Tom?" he asked.

"Wrong question," Tom grinned, "The question is, what can I do for
you? Well, actually, Harry and I."

"Tom...I..."

"What were you planning to do right now?" Tom asked, sitting down
opposite Chakotay, placing his feet on the desk.  Chakotay was tempted
to tell him to remove them, but he *liked* to look at Tom's legs, so
he didn't.

"Well, I was going to the Mess Hall, to get something to eat, then I
was going to *sleep*," Chakotay replied, stretching.

Tom's gaze heated at the play of the uniform fabric over his lover's
chest and shoulders, but he managed to get his mind off that for the
moment.

"Alone?"

"I don't know if I feel like company.  And I didn't want to hurt you
or Harry by choosing one of you, in case you were together."

Tom shook his head.

"Chakotay, *when* are you going to figure this thing out?  I know,
three people in a relationship is sometimes overwhelming, but this
kind of time is *exactly* when you need both of us. We can help you in
ways you probably haven't thought of.  Come on," he finished, standing
up, holding out a hand to Chakotay.

Chakotay took it, unprotesting, the last thing he felt like doing was
arguing right now.

The ride in the turbolift was quiet, Chakotay's hand in Tom's their
only contact.

When they got to Chakotay's quarters, Tom preceded Chakotay inside,
and, turning back to Chakotay, smiled.

"It's ready."

"What is?" Chakotay asked, then gasped.  Every flat surface was
covered in candles, bathing the cabin in an intimate glow.  Harry was
standing at the table, dressed in Chakotay's favourite green shirt and
black pants, putting the finishing touches to a light vegetarian meal,
and he came forward to embrace Chakotay.

"Gods, it's been too long," Harry whispered as he kissed Chakotay's
neck lightly.  Chakotay returned the embrace and kissed Harry lightly,
running his hands over Harry's chest, revealed by the shirt.

"What is all this?" Chakotay asked, smiling.

"Chakotay, you have been working non-stop for the last week...hell,
month really, and you need to *relax*," :Harry whispered to him, "Now
sit down and eat.  I slaved over a hot replicator for this, you know."

Chakotay chuckled, and obeyed the order.  He wished he could change
clothes before eating, he couldn't actually remember how long he'd
been wearing this particular uniform.  At least three days, possibly
more.  But it wasn't that important, he decided, as Harry placed a
plate of pasta in front of him, serving Tom and himself as well, and
he began to eat.  The room was silent, as the three men ate, just
murmurs to pass the replicated Parmesan or queries for second glasses
of synthehol red wine.  It was a comfortable silence, though, and
Chakotay felt no need, as he had on other occasions, to fill the
silence with conversation.  And after about thirty minutes, soft
classical music began to play, and Chakotay smiled as he realised that
it was his favourite Bach piece.  Although whoever it was playing
wasn't nearly as talented as Harry in his (admittedly slightly biased)
estimation.

"What are you smiling at?"  Harry asked as he cleared the table for
dessert.

"Two things.  One, this musician, whoever they may be is nowhwere near
as talented as you are, and second, how did you both know exactly what
I needed?"

"Thank you for the compliment," Harry smiled, "And the answer to your
question is simple.  We *love* you, Chakotay, and we know what you
need to relax."

"I guess...I haven't had anyone else to rely on for a long time.  Not
since well before I left Starfleet, really.  I was unhappy for a long
time before I left, I'd had so many problems with my father, and I've
relied on no one but myself since.  I guess I just need time to
realise that I'm not alone."

"It's okay, Chakotay," Tom whispered, "I've had the same problem
myself at times.  Still do occasionally."

"We all do, I think," Harry added, "But we have to remember that we
aren't alone.  The thing I love most about both of you, aside from the
obvious," he blushed, "Is that I always have someone to talk to when
we have a narrow escape from the nasty aliens of the week, or when I
miss home, or when I just need to *be* with someone.  And now," he
licked the last of the cream from his spoon, "We go to the next part
of our evening."

Chakotay was mesmerised by the movement of Harry's tongue, and didn't
realise what he'd said at first.

"What next part of the evening?" he asked when he realised.

"Chakotay, don't ask.  Just go along.  That is if you *trust* us," Tom
grinned.

"Only because I know you are aware that I am not only your lover, but
also you superior officer.  And I know you wouldn't do anything to
upset me in *either* capacity, would you?" Chakotay asked, quirking
the eyebrow under his tattoo, which moved in ways that invited the
tongues of both of the other men to trace it.

Tom ignored the invitation, with difficulty, he *knew* Chakotay knew
how crazy that drove both of them, and stretched his body, cat-like,
in the way *he* knew drove Chakotay crazy.

Chakotay's gaze grew  heated, and he conceded by laying down his own
spoon.

Harry picked up his clarinet and started playing another of Chakotay's
favourite pieces, a twentieth-century piece entitled Candle In The
Wind, one that always made Chakotay think of Kes.  Tom meanwhile moved
to stand behind him, and before Chakotay knew what he was doing, began
gently kneading at his tense shoulders.

"Mmmmmm," Chakotay moaned as Tom's fingers smoothed the tension out of
his shoulders, loving the touch of one of his lovers, while the other
played for him.  For him.  It hit him at last.  This entire evening,
from Tom's brief teasing in his office, to the meal, including *his*
favourite dessert, to now, was for him.  For no other reason than that
he'd been working particularly hard, and his lovers had wanted to do
this.

He reached up and maneuvered one of Tom's hands to his mouth, where he
pressed a light kiss to it, and he whispered a thank you to each of
his lovers.  Tom dropped a kiss onto the top of his head, and asked
what had taken him so long to figure it out.

"Guess I'm not as bright as I think I am," Chakotay grinned, then
moaned again as Tom's fingers found another knot, "Spirits, you're
good at this!"

"Sign of a misspent youth.  Sandrine taught me."

"I wouldn't call it misspent," Chakotay argued, lazily.

"I wouldn't either.  It pissed the Admiral off big time, though.
Guess that's one of the reasons I spent so much time there.  Aside, of
course, from the fact that I loved the place so much.  She did teach
me a lot, though," he smiled wistfully.

"She certainly did," Chakotay moaned again in pleasure as Tom's
fingers worked their magic on another knot of tension.

"Have you been *sleeping* in your office?" Tom aked in mild reproach.

"No, but I also haven't been sleeping much.  I seem to have forgotten
how to sleep alone, and, well, I didn't want to disturb either of you
by crawling in and out at the odd hours I had for sleeping," Chakotay
admitted.

.The other men exchanged a glance, but knew that he was right.

Tom continued his massage, until the tensions in Chakotay's back and
shoulders had dissipated, and the strokes were more caressing than
kneading.

Chakotay leaned back into the strokes, sighing in pleasure as Tom
began to remove his uniform.  Harry finished playing, and came over to
help.  Once Chakotay was stripped and his uniform tossed into the
'fresher, Tom and Harry undressed each other, quickly, but with time
for a few strokes and kisses of their own.

Naked, the three men moved into the bedroom.

Chakotay grinned as he saw that the room was not only much tidier than
he had left it, but that candles also glowed from the flat surfaces in
here.

"Do you think of everything?" he asked Harry, recognising the design
of the candles as Asian.

"I hope so," Harry replied, kissing him, "I want this to be wonderful
for you."

"It already is," Chakotay smiled at them.

Harry kissed Chakotay again, tracing the full lips with his tongue,
then he gently pushed Chakotay back onto the bed, following him down,
balancing on his hands so he didn't land his weight fully on the older
man.  He continued the kisses, trailing over Chakotay's jaw and cheek,
moving up to trace the tattoo with his tongue.

Just before Harry began tracing the intricate design, Chakotay
wondered for a moment what it was that his lovers found so intriguing
about his tattoo. He stopped wondering when he felt Tom's fingers on
the sole of his left foot.  They moved, just a shade from tickling,
over the sensitive skin, hitting the pressure points.  Then the
fingers were replaced with a warm tongue, laving the skin, making him
shiver with desire.  Tom licked and sucked the entire surface area of
Chakotay's surprisingly delicate feet...he always wondered how such a
big man could have such fine, delicate feet, especially feet
that...reacted so well to his minstrations.  The toes flexed again as
he took each one into his mouth, sucking gently, then more firmly.

Meanwhile, Harry was moving down Chakotay's neck, to his shoulders,
then to tongue his nipples into hard points.  Tom moved up the
muscular calves, then licked the sensitive area behind Chakotay's
knees.  Chakotay was almost screaming with desire, and his lovers
hadn't even touched any of the vital areas yet.

Almost as if it were planned, Tom and Harry reached Chakotay's groin
at the same time.  Sharing a gentle kiss, Harry then continued down to
suckle Chakotay's testicles into his mouth, while Tom enveloped the
shaft.  His tongue mapped out the contours, dipping into the leakng
slit, teasing the head, then settling into a firm sucking.  Harry
meanwhile grabbed a tube of lubricant, and moved behind Chakotay.  He
caressed the lean brown cheeks, maneuvering the man so he could
prepare him, then he squeezed some lubricant onto his fingers.  He
moved one past the puckered entrance, moving in and out, wriggling it
till he found Chakotay's prostate, which caused Chakotay to move
forward a little more quickly than he'd intended.  But Tom had
anticipated that and didn't lose the rhythm he'd settled into.  Harry
added a second, then a third finger.  Chakotay was able to gasp out a
request to suck Tom between moans of pleasure, and Tom maneuvered his
lower body around so that Chakotay could mirror the attention Tom was
paying him.

Harry watched them for a few minutes.  They were so beautiful
together, sometimes Harry just wanted to watch them pleasure each
other, either waiting for one to recover, or taking matters into his
own hands as far as his own satisfaction was concerned.  He knew that
the other two men felt the same way about him...especially Chakotay,
who *really* liked to watch he and Tom.  Harry gave one last twist of
the fingers inside Chakotay, deciding that such reflections really
could wait, and slowly entered the older man.

As Harry began to thrust, he moved a hand to Tom, finding the fair
skin, lightly scratching, which led to deep moans of pleasure around
Chakotay, who moved back harder into Harry, while Tom was searching
for Harry.  Tom's and Harry's fingers found their destinations almost
simultaneously, entering the hot passages, stroking the swollen
glands.

Tom's tongue took Chakotay over the edge first, his softening shaft
slipping out of Tom's mouth on the next one of Harry's thrusts, and
Tom's inarticulate sounds of pleasure increased in volume, until with
a sob and a scream he filled Chakotay's mouth with his release.

Chakotay gently removed himself from Tom, holding one of the blonde
man's hands in his, while Harry rode the Commander to his own climax,
yelling his passion to the other two men and the room.

The three of them collapsed together, too spent to shower, and it
wasn't really necessary yet, so they curled up together to sleep.

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The End