The BLTS Archive - Subconscious Desires by Debbie K. (BlueNebula@chariot.net.au) --- DISCLAIMER - The good ship Voyager, its lush First Officer and utterly delicious blonde pilot and all else on board, including the damn leola root, are the property of Paramount. This story, however, is *MINE*! This story may be archived in R'rain's Slash Archive and passed along through the BLTs list. No archiving, reposting, or printing (other than for personal use) without my permission. WARNING - Hardly any plot! Chakotay/Paris! Based on a dream I had! First time slash effort! If you're under eighteen or offended by such material, begone with you! Haven't been scared off yet? Good! Enjoy! --- "Mmph!" Tom exclaimed as he staggered back against the sofa, his hands gripping hard shoulders fiercely as the Commander's mouth worked furiously against his own. They had been arguing, _again_, Chakotay's eyes dark and dangerous as Tom slipped into his arrogant fly-boy persona and turned his back on the Commander after making some snide remark Tom couldn't even remember anymore. Paris knew it would push the Commander's buttons, but the reaction that came from pushing those buttons was a huge surprise. *But not entirely unpleasant* Tom thought as the rough kiss softened slightly, deepening into a thorough exploration of the other man's mouth. Tom loosened his fierce grip on Chakotay's shoulders, allowing his hands to roam, wander down and over Chakotay's chest and arms just as Chakotay's hands did on his. Tom heard Chakotay growl as his hand brushed across the front of the Commander's uniform pants then lingered to squeeze and caress through the fabric all the while still kissing the mouth against his, nipping on the tempting lower lip with a growing frenzy. Suddenly Chakotay wrenched himself away from Paris, panting as he stood back and watched the pilot stagger up from the sofa to his feet, Tom's eyes wide and dark as he stared back at his Commander. They stood still, staring at each other with lust and desire in their eyes trying to figure out what the hell had just happened, each knowing that they wanted it to continue... *had* to let it continue... "Oh hell," Chakotay heard Tom mutter just before Tom's mouth locked over his again, their tongues roaming and mating with each other. They struggled out of their uniforms, almost ripping them in their frenzy, tossing them haphazardly on the floor before turning back to each other, finally pressing bare skin against bare skin with a hiss of satisfaction. Chakotay's hands began to trail lower, caressing Tom's long neck as they moved down to roll his nipples gently, pausing and pinching again as Tom moaned into his mouth before his hands continued moving down... down until... Tom shuddered, eyes widening and hands clutching Chakotay's shoulders in a death grip as Chakotay grasped Tom's erection, running his thumb over the head with a practiced hand. Chakotay tore his mouth from Tom's and began to kiss and nip down that long, golden neck that had been offered to him when Tom's head fell back, moaning as Chakotay continued his skilled manipulations. Chakotay groaned, feeling his need growing with each passing second and every moan from the pilot, feeling himself grow harder as Tom pushed his erection against his own, the slight silky friction enough to drive him out of his mind. *Oh, spirits, if we don't move _now_ we'll end up on the floor...* "Bedroom, now," Chakotay growled against Tom's ear. Paris nodded wordlessly and stumbled through the door to his bedroom, Chakotay right behind him. Chakotay turned to face Tom and was pushed quickly, but gently, onto the bed. He found himself staring into wide eyes, pupils so dilated that the blue was just a thin ring around black. They stared at each other for what seemed to an eternity before Tom groaned and bent to kiss the Commander. Immediately they were on fire again. Thrusting their hips against the other's until they felt they would die if this too- little contact continued. Reaching behind him Tom grabbed a tube of lubricant from the bedside table, handing it wordlessly to Chakotay before rolling off him and to the side. Chakotay took the lube and carefully prepared Tom for entry - first one finger, then two, then three - before covering his own swollen cock with the cool, slick gel. He pushed Tom onto his back and positioned himself while Tom lifted his legs up and over Chakotay's shoulders. Slowly but forcefully, Chakotay pushed himself into Tom's opening, almost not hearing Tom's loud groan through the pounding in his ears. He began his rhythm, thrusting in and out while staring down at Tom's face. The pilot's eyes were half closed, arching off the bed, his skin flushed as he moaned and thrashed with every thrust. "Gods...!" he gasped as he felt Chakotay's hand, still slick from the lubricant, curl around his erection and start pumping with long, firm strokes in time with his thrusts. He began to thrust into the warm hand, taking Chakotay deeper into his body at the same time. Chakotay closed his eyes at Tom's exclamation, losing himself to sensation alone as he increased his rhythm faster and faster. He could feel himself close to losing it... he was almost there... Judging by the tensing of Tom's body beneath his Tom was close too. Just a little more... a little... more... "Oh, GODS!" Both men yelled as their worlds erupted into a blaze of sparks and colours with the final, deepest thrust, then faded into darkness... --- "Shit!" Tom exclaimed, sitting bolt up in his bed. *Where the hell did _that_ dream come from?!* With a groan he flopped back down and closed his eyes, desperately trying to ignore the knowledge that dreams came from what the subconscious longed for. He desperately tried to picture someone else - the Delaney sisters, Ricki, _anyone_ else but the high and mighty Commander. --- "Spirits!" Chakotay exclaimed, sitting bolt up in his bed. *Where the hell did _that_ dream come from?!* With a groan he flopped back down and closed his eyes, desperately trying to ignore the knowledge that dreams came from what the subconscious longed for. He desperately tried to picture someone else - Kathryn, old lovers from the Maquis and Starfleet, _anyone_ else but the arrogant and infuriating Conning Officer. It was a long time before either man found sleep again that night. --- The End