The BLTS Archive - Kiss Me A Paris by Jan and June, and Kim G (janandjune@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns these boys. No disrespect or infringement intended. Warning: Gratuitous sex ahead! Please don't read if you're underage, or offended by male-male sex that's unencumbered by plot. Yep, it's a C/P PWP by Jan and June with backup from our good friend Kim G. This is just a little snack that's been languishing on the hard drive for several months. It began as a round-robin smut-writing exercise, but we thought some of you BLTs-ers might enjoy it. Thanks to Bette for encouraging us to dust it off and finish it. Very *vaguely* inspired by two things: a really *bad* Robert Beltran movie (Kiss Me A Killer) and a really *good* chocolate mousse scene (by a certain writer who'd probably rather remain nameless). --- Chakotay sighed as he reviewed the fifth systems report of the evening. He had given up on sitting at the desk two hours ago. Now he rested on the couch with his strong legs stretched out on the table before him. Two more reports, and he could get some much-needed rest. Coordinating the past week of systems overhauls had left him with no time for a personal life. The doors to his quarters hissed open and Lieutenant Paris strode into his quarters. <> "What do you want, Paris?" Chakotay tried to keep his voice even, not wanting to betray his slight irritation-- or his excitement--at the pilot's entrance. Chakotay just didn't have time right now . . . Paris didn't answer the Commander. He just walked over to Chakotay and stood between the couch and table, beside Chakotay's outstretched legs. He slowly lowered his body until he was crouched on his toes, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers together. He looked up into Chakotay's enigmatic face. Chakotay returned the gaze with deceptively calm eyes. The pilot always looked so damn good. His hair was slightly ruffled so the waves were more prominent. There was a flush on his cheeks and neck. And those eyes, gods, those beautiful eyes. Chakotay didn't begin to assess his body; he knew he would be lost then. The Commander was so caught up in the sight of Tom that he barely heard his throaty whisper: "I'm hungry . . . and I'm hot." Chakotay sighed. "I'm sure Neelix has something left . . . " He trailed off when he realized Tom wasn't talking about food or the ship's environmental controls. The look on the pilot's face made Chakotay shiver. He fought the sensation. "Tom, you know I have to finish reviewing these reports." The excuse was legitimate but those blue eyes continued to burn into his. Surprisingly, Tom didn't press him. He simply rose to his feet and gave the Commander a brief smile. "Then I'll talk to you later, Sir." His fingertips barely brushed Chakotay's thigh, sending a shock through the first officer's body. Chakotay watched Tom turn and leave, transfixed by the sway of his arms and hips. He remembered the smooth skin that flushed and rippled under his touch. <> The Commander shook his head and went back to his reports. --- In his quarters, Tom admitted to himself that Chakotay did need to read those reports, but it didn't make him any less aroused. It had been too long since they'd been together, and he was frustrated. <> He stripped off his uniform, glad to be free of the turtleneck, and grabbed a towel. Washing the day's work from his body, Tom slid his hands over his own skin. He thought about the way Chakotay loved to touch his skin. Sometimes Chakotay would undress him so slowly he thought he would scream, then caress and kiss him until he came. It was pure torture, but Tom knew how to exact his revenge, too. Leaving the shower, Tom ran the towel through his hair and over his body. He wrapped it around his waist crossed the bedroom to the closet. Looking up as he passed the door of his room, he saw the first officer standing near the desk in the middle of his quarters. Secure in the knowledge that Chakotay couldn't stay away from him, Tom grinned cockily and walked toward him. "You finished those reports in record time." Before Tom could get out another smart-ass comment, Chakotay grabbed him by the waist, lifted him slightly, and muscled him back against the edge of the desk. "You little tease," he growled, "you knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate after that display in my quarters." Tom's breath caught in his throat at the words, and he wiggled backward until he was sitting on the desk top, facing Chakotay. Pushing himself between Tom's legs, forcing them open wider, Chakotay ran his hands up along the firm thighs, brushing the satiny skin and springy hair with his fingers. "I know what you want, Tom. Do you want me to give it to you?" Tom's eyes darkened at his lover's words, and a slight flush rose into his cheeks. "Oh, *yes* . . . " he breathed, looking up into the dark face above his. Chakotay moved his hands up to hold the pilot's head on either side and kissed him deeply, then shifted to scrape his jawline with teeth and tongue. When Tom's breath began to quicken, Chakotay released his head and quickly removed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving his lover's face. When he was naked, Chakotay leaned into Tom and continued his attention to the pilot's mouth and body. As one hand held Tom's face up to be kissed, the other snaked down and yanked the towel from his waist. The kisses grew in intensity as the Commander moved lower to Tom's shoulders and chest. Chakotay knew what he wanted. He wanted payback for the way Tom got under his skin. He wanted to pleasure Tom, to make him scream and watch him come, and then slowly drive him to the point of insanity until he did it all over again. Straightening, the Commander reached under Tom's thighs to pull him closer, until their erections met. Tom threw his head back and wrapped his legs around the man's hips, moaning with the shock of pleasure. He felt the warm throb of an erect penis pressing against his own. Looking up into Chakotay's dark eyes, he knew he was drowning and he didn't want to escape. Not that Chakotay would have let him, anyway. The first officer shifted a little and took Tom's penis in his hand, causing him to lean back further on his hands. Chakotay smoothed the fluid at the tip down over the shaft, and stroked Tom rough and hard. "Oh . . . Oh God!" Tom gasped at the feeling of the Commander's hand on his cock. *This* was what he had wanted, why he had gone to Chakotay's quarters! He tightened his legs around Chakotay's hips, pressing his thigh against the Commander's own raging erection. As the stroking grew more rapid, Chakotay leaned forward and brought his other hand to the back of Tom's head, pulling him in for a searing, biting kiss. Devouring Tom's mouth with his, Chakotay felt the pilot losing control under his lips and hands. Tom's hips started to jerk and thrust against Chakotay's, and a low wail began in his throat. Tearing himself away from the pilot's lips, the first officer pulled back to look into his face. As Chakotay jerked him to the edge of madness, Tom let loose a plaintive cry of release and began to come. His milky semen shot into the air, spurting again and again from his throbbing penis, landing on his chest and thighs. As he came, Tom's eyes opened wide, unseeing, and Chakotay fell into those sapphire depths. This was the moment Chakotay loved, when he stripped away all that smart-ass sarcasm and self-protective attitude and saw the animalistic need and desire underneath. As Tom came down from the unbearable pleasure, his body sagged forward into Chakotay's arms, his legs still locked loosely around the Commander's hips. Taking advantage of Tom's boneless state, Chakotay leaned forward and slipped his hands under Tom's thighs; lifting the pilot's long frame against his body like a deadweight, Chakotay carried him the few steps toward the bedroom. Tom wrapped his arms around Chakotay's shoulders and pressed his flushed face against the Commander's neck, feeling Chakotay's pulsing erection digging into his thigh. He sighed contentedly, and shivered in anticipation of what was to come. When Chakotay reached the bed, he leaned over and let Tom slip out of his grasp, then stood back to catch his breath. After the pilot hit the mattress, he propped himself up on his elbows to look up at Chakotay. He never got tired of the sight of the Commander standing over him, naked and aroused. He loved to see Chakotay's broad chest heaving and his cock hard and twitching, and know that it was all for him. "So, how did you know what I wanted, Chakotay?" he asked with a grin. "I know you well enough to recognize that kind of teasing, Tom," Chakotay answered drily. Looking down at him, Chakotay's breath caught in his throat. The pilot's blonde hair was still damp from the shower, curling as it dried. Tom's recent excitement was evident in his flushed face and in the traces of sticky semen drying on the smooth skin of his chest and stomach. In his heightened state, Chakotay smelled the clean scent of Tom's soap mixed with the musk of his sex. He inhaled deeply, loving the smell. Beautiful. Tom could see the desire plainly etched on Chakotay's face, and he grinned again and stretched lazily under his lover's gaze. He knew he tempted the first officer--on the bridge, in the mess hall, at staff meetings--hell, he did it on purpose. Sometimes he stood just a little too close to the Commander in a crowded turbolift, not close enough to draw attention, but close enough to feel Chakotay's body heat rise. Other times he looked straight across the table at him during the captain's briefings, with a look that seemed direct and serious to everyone else, but it made Chakotay's dark eyes grow even darker. Sometimes, sitting at the helm, Tom just ran a hand through his hair in a way that he knew always got Chakotay's attention. When he did that, he could count on Chakotay cornering him later, somewhere on the ship, rough and ready, with danger in his eyes and a bulge in his uniform. But this time, Chakotay wanted to take it slow. If this troublemaker wasn't going to let him work tonight, he would at least have things his way. He knelt on the bed beside the slightly smug pilot and pushed Tom flat onto his back. "You got what you wanted. Now it's my turn. You're in for it, Lieutenant." With that, he leaned forward and kissed Tom hard on the mouth. Turning his head to deepen the kiss, Chakotay threw a leg over Tom so he could kneel above him, trapping the pilot's body under his own. He was careful to stay on his knees, not to let his pulsing erection touch Tom's skin at all. If it came into contact with the pilot, his self-control would be broken. He placed his hands on Tom's muscular shoulders and began the long, sweeping caresses that he would keep up until both of them were past coherence. Continuing to kiss Tom deeply, Chakotay ran his fingertips up and down the pilot's arms. The pale skin just felt so good under his hands. It was so warm, so alive. He couldn't touch it enough. After a few minutes, he pulled away from Tom's mouth, leaving him panting, and trailed his lips and tongue to the long, smooth neck. His hands moved idly onto Tom's chest, brushing lightly over the flat nipples and down the pilot's ribs. Tom shuddered as he felt the hot mouth sucking at the base of his throat and the fingers trailing slowly down his body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He clenched his fists into the sheets and wondered, with what was left of his mind, how Chakotay could go so slowly when he was so obviously aroused . . . but now Chakotay was moving lower, shifting his weight so he could reach Tom's nipples with his mouth. As he tongued and bit at the tiny nubs, alternating between left and right, his hands continued slowly downward. Tom drew in a sharp breath as Chakotay's hands neared his penis, only to release the air in a shuddering gasp as the hands went to his hips and thighs, leaving his growing erection untouched. Chakotay grinned against the pilot's chest as he felt the tension rise in the younger man's body. His hands stroked Tom's slim, smooth hips and his lightly muscled thighs. The silky texture of Tom's skin was intoxicating. Chakotay's touch was not heavy, like a massage, but it was more than just a simple brushing of fingers across skin. To Tom, it felt like Chakotay's fingers were blazing a fiery path across his body. He looked down at the dark head at his chest, feeling the hands moving on his thighs as Chakotay knelt over him. As much as he liked it when their couplings were rough and unrestrained, he had to admit that he enjoyed this near-worship of his body at times, as well. The Commander's slow, languid movements seemed so controlled; they almost concealed the raging desire revealed by his erection. Waiting for Chakotay to take him when he was in this mood was pure torture, but Tom knew from experience that he wouldn't let himself be rushed. Losing his train of thought in the sensations brought about by Chakotay's mouth and hands, Tom closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the bed, focusing on the feeling. Shifting himself down the bed, Chakotay moved his mouth lower on Tom's body, licking his way across the pilot's flat stomach. His hands slid around to the backs of Tom's thighs as he stopped to nibble at the sensitive hollow of his navel, completely aware that Tom's now- fully-erect penis was almost close enough to nudge his chin. Chakotay slowly drew his teeth and tongue back and forth across Tom's smooth waist, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, maddeningly refusing to go farther south. Frustrated, Tom began to raise his hips jerkily, trying to put his erection in contact with the first officer's face and lips. "God, Chakotay, you're killing me," he gasped. Chakotay moved his hands to Tom's hips and held him still. He had other ideas. He looked up. "No, Tom. You had your turn. We're doing this my way now." Tom could only groan in response. Suddenly, Chakotay straightened up on his knees, straddling Tom's body, and rolled him onto his stomach. Tom felt a vague sense of relief as he pressed his throbbing penis into the bed. The pressure helped . . . a little. Then Chakotay moved back up the bed and resumed his slow touches and kisses, this time on the back of Tom's neck and shoulders. Tom moaned as he realized he still had a long time to wait before he would feel the Commander's body pressing into his own. He moved his hands above his head and grabbed a pillow, desperately clenching it in his fists to help him hang on to his composure, trying to keep himself from begging. Chakotay ran his hands over Tom's back, reveling in the smooth texture of the warm skin covering the muscles. He knew from past experience that Tom was stronger than his lean frame suggested. In combat, he could give as good as he got. In bed, too. The thought of all that vigor and strength lying beneath him, held in stasis by his touch, under his control just at this moment, was almost as arousing as the feeling of the skin beneath his hands. He bit gently into the nape of Tom's neck where it met his shoulder, and ran his fingers down the pilot's sides. Tom writhed at this double assault, gasping, feeling what little remained of his self-control slipping away. Slowly, Chakotay worked his way down Tom's body with his tongue and his fingers. He licked and bit every inch of the pilot's smooth back, taking even longer than he had on his chest. When he finally reached the dip at the base of Tom's spine, he paused, his big hands splayed out across Tom's waist. He knelt straddling Tom's thighs, his hands resting lightly on Tom's lower back. Tom had buried his face in the mattress, his head turned slightly to one side. Chakotay could just see the clenched jaw, the tightly closed eye. Tom was close to the breaking point, and Chakotay wanted to push him over the edge again before he allowed himself to let go. Looking down, he focused on his own hands, resting just above the pilot's firm ass. Slowly, he moved his fingers lower and barely stroked the outer curves of the cheeks. Feeling the change in the Commander's movements, Tom whimpered and lifted his hips into Chakotay's open hands. Chakotay closed his eyes and gave himself up to the feeling of the warm skin under his hands. Tom's ass was perfect. Chakotay stroked and kneaded the supple cheeks, feeling the downy hair beneath his fingers and palms. Without thinking, he leaned forward and planted a wet kiss in the dip of Tom's back, just below his waist. At Tom's moan of pleasure, Chakotay drew the tip of his tongue across Tom's skin, lower on his back, stopping to bite at the place where his back ended and his cheeks began. Feeling Tom's body stiffen in response, and hearing him give a low groan, Chakotay nudged the pilot's legs apart with his knee and shifted to kneel between them. Finally, cupping Tom's cheeks in his hands, he leaned back in and began his single-minded campaign. Chakotay started by scraping his teeth gently across the top of Tom's cheeks, in the sensitive area where his narrow waist gave way to the slight swell of his ass. The pale skin on Tom's lower back raised in goosebumps as Chakotay replaced his teeth with the tip of his tongue. Using only his tongue and lips, he caressed Tom's skin, moving back and forth, lower and lower. With his hands he pushed the warm cheeks together and pulled them gently apart, his tongue straying almost carelessly into the top of the cleft at times. He could hear Tom drawing ragged, uneven breaths as if he was reminding himself to breathe. Tom *was* reminding himself to breathe. Chakotay's hands and mouth on his ass made it impossible to think beyond that. He felt the tracings of the man's lips and tongue and teeth fizzing through every nerve in his body, humming in his blood. The muscles in his legs and arms weren't working anymore--and somewhere in a tiny corner of his mind he knew that if there was an emergency on the ship right this minute, he wouldn't be able to stand up and walk. Without thought, he knew exactly what Chakotay was doing, where he was going; he knew it, but he couldn't believe it. He also knew that when he felt that gentle, insistent, probing tongue touch him . . . there . . . he would probably either die from the pleasure or start begging Chakotay to fuck him, begging him in great heaving sobs of need and desire. Chakotay's strong hands held Tom's hips still as he kissed and bit his way around his hips and cheeks. He moved lower, below that perfect curve, and ran his tongue along the crease at the tops of Tom's thighs. Chakotay noticed the clean taste of Tom's skin, the faint smell of the soap from his shower. Tom shuddered as the warm, wet tongue tickled him there, and then shuddered again, more deeply, in anticipation. He shifted on the bed, moving his legs farther apart to provide Chakotay better access. Finally, Chakotay moved his hands to either side of the cleft and pulled the cheeks apart gently, as if opening a delicate fruit with his thumbs. As he parted Tom's cheeks, Chakotay lowered his face and breathed in the musky scent. The tight, pink pucker was surrounded by downy blonde hair that trailed down in a lazy line to Tom's balls, pressed into the bed below. Dipping his head lower, Chakotay barely touched his tongue to the blonde hair at the base of Tom's scrotum, teasing him with the light touch that was almost, but not quite, there. He heard Tom sigh as he pressed the tip of his tongue more firmly against the warm skin, and slowly he began to trace the line from Tom's balls across his perineum and up the parted cleft. When he reached the sensitive opening, he moved his mouth to the side, biting gently at Tom's cheek before resuming his tongue's journey *above* the one spot that was most in need of his attention. Writhing against the bed, Tom groaned in frustration as he felt Chakotay's tongue trace the rest of the way up the curve between his parted cheeks. When he reached the top of the cleft, Chakotay paused for a moment to feel the excitement building in Tom's body. His labored breathing and tensed muscles told Chakotay that the pilot couldn't take much more. It was a good thing, too . . . Chakotay couldn't take much more himself. Pushing his own aching erection out of his thoughts, he again slipped his tongue into the top of the space between Tom's cheeks and began licking his way lower. As he came closer to his destination, he felt Tom begin to quiver in tense anticipation. Finally, he reached the pilot's tight entry. Pausing for a moment, he felt Tom shaking and knew he was afraid Chakotay would take another detour. But Chakotay couldn't wait any longer either. He wet his tongue again and swirled it around the tight hole, closing in on it in a gathering spiral. Then, excruciatingly slowly, he licked across the puckered skin and felt Tom jerk beneath him. The pilot's sob of relief was loud in the silence of the room. Tom squeezed his eyes tightly shut and bit down on his lip as he felt the warm, wet tongue lightly circle his asshole. It felt . . . it was indescribable. A tickle, an itch, an ache, all at the same time. He gasped aloud as the pressure increased and he felt Chakotay's swirling tongue brush again over the sensitive nerves of his anus. The intimate touch sent fire rushing from the center of his body through his veins. He felt the blood pounding in his erection and his temples, the throbbing growing more intense each time Chakotay's tongue touched him. Chakotay was still teasing him, pressing lightly into the center of the opening and pulling back to circle the pucker with the very tip of his tongue. <> But then, he did. Chakotay held Tom's cheeks wide with his hands and pushed his tongue against the tight entry. The opening eased a tiny bit and the tip of his tongue entered Tom's body, just until the strong muscles instinctively tightened again and pushed him back out. He heard Tom's anguished, muffled cry against the bed and pressed forward again. Using more force, he pushed into Tom's tight channel and felt the ring of muscle give slightly to let him in. He held his tongue there for a moment, just inside Tom's body, feeling the fluttering beat of Tom's pulse in the narrow passage. Then, as the muscles gradually loosened, Chakotay began to move his tongue in tiny circles just inside the opening of Tom's ass. This was too much for Tom. Almost biting through his lip, he arched his back and brought his head up off the bed, pressing his painful erection into the mattress as hard as he could. Before he knew it, he was begging, with a desperate cry in his voice. "Oh, please . . . Chakotay . . . please fuck me." His voice ragged with desire, Tom couldn't stop himself from pleading. "Oh, Chakotay . . . I need your cock in me right now!" Chakotay held Tom's hips down on the bed, and began moving his tongue in a slight in-and-out motion. Tom sobbed wordlessly above him, struggling against Chakotay's grip. Chakotay thrust harder, opening Tom a little wider with his tongue. He could feel the tension in Tom's body, like a tightly-coiled spring under his hands, moving quickly toward release. Chakotay pulled back abruptly; he didn't want Tom coming yet. They were going to come together, this time. Tom cried aloud as Chakotay withdrew, whether from the sense of loss, or relief, he didn't know. "Chakotay . . . oh, God . . . I need to feel you inside me, please . . . I'm begging . . . " Gasping, Chakotay raised himself and reached beyond Tom's body to grab the tube of lubricant from the table beside the bed. Popping it open clumsily, he spread the gel on his fingers and rubbed it on his throbbing, aching cock. The slick feeling was almost enough to bring him off against his own fingers. Moaning, he rubbed the sensitive tip up and down the wet cleft of Tom's ass, further moistening the loosened opening with the lube and the thick liquid seeping from his slit. He knew Tom was as far past the point of endurance as he was himself, but he forced out the question anyway: "You sure that's what you want? You want me to fuck you, Tom?" "Yes . . . oh, yes . . . fuck me, Chakotay! N-o-o-o-w . . . " Tom's wail turned into a moan as Chakotay placed the head of his cock against the opening and pushed in, just barely inside the ring of muscle. Tom clenched the sheets in his fists, consciously relaxed the muscle, and tried to push his ass backward against Chakotay. Chakotay stopped him by applying counter-pressure. "Oh, no you don't," he gasped. "I told you, Tom--my way this time." He held Tom still with one hand pressed against his lower back, and slowly . . . so maddeningly slowly . . . pushed his straining, swollen cock into Tom's tight passage. He pressed in until he could feel his balls nestled up against Tom's ass. The pilot moaned in relief underneath him. Chakotay held still for a minute, taking long, deep breaths, feeling his cock throbbing in the heat of Tom's ass. Then, reaching down on both sides, he grabbed Tom's legs just above his knees, and pulled him back, raising his body up slightly. He took one more deep breath, pulled himself almost out of that wonderfully tight, hot channel, and surged forward, burying himself completely, deeper than he had been before. Tom cried out, and pushed as far back against Chakotay as he could manage with Chakotay still holding onto his legs. "Oh, yes . . . please . . . don't stop, Chakotay . . . don't stop . . . " Chakotay couldn't have stopped now if he had wanted to. He began plunging in and out of Tom, moving his hands back to the pilot's hips, using that as a focus. Tom moaned and quivered underneath him, almost out of his mind with the need for release. Chakotay could feel his orgasm building up inside him--the heat seemed to spread outward from the pit of his stomach, curling down through his gut . . . into his cock. He reached under Tom and grasped his cock, feeling it surge and throb in his grip. He pumped Tom fast, matching his thrusts in and out, until, with one final triumphant howl, he thrust as far into Tom as he could go and came so hard the room swam around him. Finally, as Chakotay's spasms began to slow, Tom gave a shout of his own and thrust against Chakotay's hand, jerking his body against the mattress, coming for the second time that night. Panting, Chakotay collapsed across Tom's heaving back, his slowly softening cock still lodged in Tom's throbbing heat. Holding Tom's body to him, he rolled slightly to the side, slipping his arms around the man's smooth chest to hug him tightly. Burying his face in the crook between Tom's neck and shoulder, Chakotay moaned softly, "Oh, Tom . . . what you do to me . . . " Tom laughed weakly in response. "What *I* do? You wore me out, lover." He crossed his arms over Chakotay's and laced their fingers together, holding the two of them together for as long as he could. And as they drifted toward sleep, together, each of them had what he wanted most. --- The End