The BLTS Archive - Taking the Conn
by Jan and June (janandjune@aol.com)

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Hi Taffy, Hi R'rain--

Sending this to both of you, for BLTs and the Slash archive.

Posted: January 1, 1997

Happy New Year from Jan and June!  This is a "Pure Smut"
Chakotay/Paris story, a little new year's day bon-bon for all you
TrekSmut folks, our way of saying thank you for a fun year in 1996!
Thank you to the writers for all the wonderful stories you've shared
with us this year.  And thank you to the readers for the great
feedback and encouragement.  Wishing all of you a very happy new year
in 1997!  May there be many new C/P stories to make it so!

Incidentally, this story owes its inspiration to the words "Helm Boy,"
as featured in the recent Voyager episode, "The Q and the Gray."
<vbg>

Comments are welcome.

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Voyager.  We are sure that Paramount in *no* way sanctions the use of
these copyrighted characters for such a story as this.  This story
is copyright Jan and June, 1997.  We are writing this for fun, not
for profit.  Please feel free to save, send or archive, but not to
sell or  alter the story.

WARNING:  This story is rated NC-17 for sexual content and adult
language, so please do not read it unless you are an adult.   Also,
this story portrays adult men involved in male-male sexual activities;
if such things disturb, anger, or offend you, please do not read
"Taking the Conn."

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"Then what, Tom?"  Harry Kim leaned forward, his brown eyes laughing,
his face expectant.  "What did she say next?"

"Well, you know the captain, Harry," Tom Paris drawled, a slow grin
spreading across his face as he remembered his meeting with the
captain and the first officer earlier that day.  "She has a dry
comment for every  occasion.  After she read my report about what
happened with Raine Robinson in 1996, she suggested that I get
together with Chakotay and offer him my insights on first-contact
diplomacy . . . "  His voice drifted off as the first officer entered
the mess hall and scanned the room.  Tom busied himself with his
dinner, a blush creeping into his face, the smile still playing
across his lips.

"I'll bet Chakotay just *loved* that idea . . . "  Harry's laughter
broke off as he caught sight of the Commander moving towards their
table.  "Tom, he's coming over here," he whispered.

"I know, Harry."  Tom fought to keep the excitement out of his voice.
Chakotay *had* seemed a little miffed by the captain's joke.  What did
he have in mind?

"Mr. Paris."  Chakotay's voice was dry.  He stopped beside the table.
Tom noticed--not for the first time--how imposing he was in his
uniform,  even while off duty.

"Yes, sir?"

"If you're free after dinner, I'd appreciate it if you'd meet me on
Holodeck 2 in fifteen minutes.  I'd like to get your input on a few
things."

Tom looked up, making his blue eyes wide and innocent.   "Sure,
Commander.  I'll be there."  Chakotay nodded briefly at the pilot and
turned to leave.

As Chakotay walked away, Harry looked at Tom with amused interest.
"So, you think he wants your input on 'first-contact diplomacy,' Tom?"

"Harry, I have no idea.  But this should be interesting . .  . " Tom's
smile was half-nervous, half-wicked in anticipation.

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Fifteen minutes later, Tom stood before the door of Holodeck 2.
Chakotay had given him no time to change from his uniform, but it was
probably better that way.  Without knowing what the Commander had
planned, Tom felt more confident in the red and black of command than
he would have felt in his civvies.

The doors of the holodeck hissed open and Tom stepped onto Voyager's
bridge, as if he had just exited the turbolift behind Tuvok's security
station.  Tom turned his head in a slow double-take as he realized
that the bridge was staffed with a full crew complement, including
Harry, Tuvok, Captain Janeway, and Chakotay at their usual stations.
As Tom stepped down to the lower level, Chakotay looked up from his
console to greet him.  "Right on time, Mr. Paris."

"What's going on here, Chakotay?"  Tom was confused.  It was against
protocol to produce holographic images of crewmen.  What was the
commander up to?

"The Captain has asked me to program flight simulations for the pilots
in training.  Since you're Voyager's chief pilot, I'd like your
comments on the programs I've written."

This explained the holographs of the captain and the crew.  For
official training simulations, the captain could authorize such
programs.  Still, it was strange, being here on the holodeck alone
with Chakotay, but seeing the Captain, Harry, and the rest at their
bridge  stations.  Tom wondered whether Chakotay realized how
unnerving it was.  "Probably so," he thought.  "He likes to keep me
off balance."  Tom tried to shake the feeling off.

"Okay, Commander.  What do you want me to do?"

"Just take the helm, Mr. Paris.  I'll run my flight sims and you can
suggest any improvements that come to mind as you go through them."
From Chakotay's words, it seemed he really did want Tom's input.

Tom slipped his long frame into the seat at conn, and Chakotay began
the first program.  "Computer, run flight simulation CH101."

Suddenly, a nondescript Delta Quadrant vessel appeared on the
viewscreen and began firing on Voyager.  Tom heard the Captain call
for red alert behind him and felt his adrenaline begin to pump as the
claxons sounded.  It was a standard hostile fire situation requiring
evasive maneuvers.  Fingers flying over the control panel, Tom ran
through the simulation with ease and turned in his seat as it
finished, slightly flushed with the excitement of performing the
maneuver.

"Not bad, Commander.  That'll test the pilot's dexterity and knowledge
of the helm's layout."

Chakotay seemed pleased with Tom's analysis of his simulation.  "Any
suggestions?"

"Maybe you could add a smaller ship--something like a shuttlecraft--to
attack from beneath.  That would spice up the program a little and
test the pilot's reflexes."

"Good idea, Tom.  I think the next simulation is something like what
you're describing.  Why don't we run it and see if it's what you're
thinking of?"

"Sure."  Tom turned back to the conn.  This was actually kind of fun.

"Computer, run flight simulation CH102."

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An hour later, Tom had successfully flown the ship out of dangerous
situations ranging from unstable nebulae to hostile alien attacks.  He
had  quickly become accustomed to the holographic bridge crew and had
thrown himself into the challenges of the Commander's programs.
After each simulation, Chakotay had paused the computer and asked for
Tom's ideas for modifications.  Tom had made suggestions, but he had
mostly been surprised and impressed by Chakotay's programming.  After
the sixth program, Tom paused.

"You know, Chakotay, these are really good programs.  The pilots in
training can learn a lot from running them."  As he spoke, Tom turned
in  his seat to face the Commander sitting behind him.

"Thanks, Tom."  Chakotay looked gratified at his comment.

Tom turned thoughtful.  "Sometimes I forget that you trained as a
pilot at the Academy."

"Well, only for one year."

"Still, you must have been pretty good, if these programs are anything
to go by.  Don't you miss flying?"

"A little, I guess."

"Want to take a shot at one of these sims?" Tom coaxed.

Chakotay laughed.  "No thanks, Tom.  It really wouldn't be much fun,
since I wrote the programs myself.  Besides, I enjoy watching you
work."  Chakotay's eyes were friendly, appreciative as he looked
across the bridge at the pilot.

Tom raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at the open compliment.
"Thanks, Chakotay."  Objectively, Tom knew he *was* the best pilot on
the ship, but hearing the first officer say he enjoyed Tom's flying
made him feel warm and confident.

Chakotay's look changed; a tiny smile crossed his lips and a challenge
sparked his dark eyes.  "I have one more simulation.  Are you up for
it?"

Sensing Chakotay's challenge, Tom lifted a golden eyebrow as a grin
twisted his lips.  "Whenever you are, Commander."

"Computer, run flight simulation program CH107."  Chakotay barked the
order, never breaking eye contact with the pilot.

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The images of the holographic bridge shimmered and shifted as Tom
swiveled to face the viewscreen.  When the scene solidified, Tom found
the  familiar sight of a starfield filling the screen.  Suddenly, to
his left, Harry announced two incoming Vidiian ships as the force of
phasers shook Voyager.  Chakotay initiated a red alert.  A frantic
voice called out that the shields were disabled and that Voyager's
hull had been badly damaged.  The captain called for a counterattack.

Now the skills of the pilot were paramount.  Tom had to avoid phaser
fire while keeping Voyager in a position to return fire, without the
benefit of functional shields or an intact hull.  With the threat of
the Vidiians boarding Voyager, a quick fight or a fast retreat was in
order.  Tom realized immediately that this simulation was different
from the others Chakotay had run.  It was much more difficult . . .
it was obviously  intended just for him, not for the pilots in
training.  He couldn't help a small smirk as he thought, "No way in
hell am I going to let Chakotay see  me sweat."  And then his
instincts took over: he didn't think anymore, he only reacted.

Responding to the attack of the two Vidiian ships, Tom threw Voyager
into sharp rolls and dips.  The ship seemed to break three dimensional
space under Tom's expert control, moving to a place where physics
didn't seem to exist--only fluidity.  As Vidiian phaserblasts shot
past the ship, the viewscreen lit up in a fire show that rivaled the
largest celebratory light displays.  Confident, Tom took the ship
through precise maneuvers, each turn becoming increasingly tighter as
the ship parried and feinted until Tuvok sent off a volley of fire
and the indirect force of a nearby explosion rocked Voyager.

"One down, Commander," Paris hissed out, low and intense.  Behind
him, the first officer leaned forward in his chair, keeping his eyes
trained on the pilot's movements at conn.  Tom never turned around,
but began to maneuver Voyager into position for the second attack.

Tom was in rare form, seemingly relaxed and casual, only his eyes and
the flash of his hands betraying his concentration.  Paris and
Voyager were one.  The ship seemed to mold itself to his will,  moving
in impossible directions as Tom's hands flew across the panels of the
helm.

Under cover of the first explosion and its resulting debris, Tom
deftly moved Voyager into a blind spot created by damage to the
second Vidiian craft.  As he did, Captain Janeway repeated the order
to fire and Tuvok destroyed the remaining ship.  The second explosion
filled the screen.

"And then there were none," Tom whispered to himself.  His heart
hammered against his ribs as the exhilaration of the maneuvers he had
just performed took hold of his body.  While the holographic bridge
crew celebrated the victory, Tom flew Voyager in large, lazy
corkscrew curves as if trying to calm the ship and himself.

Tom's normally fair skin was heated and flushed, a slight sheen of
perspiration glistening on his brow under the light.  His breath came
in shallow pants.  His eyes were glazed from the flooding  adrenaline,
the clear blue of his irises almost completely obscured by his
dilated black pupils.  And as the Captain called for the bridge to
stand down from red alert, Tom felt a heavy gaze against his back.
He turned his chair to face the rest of the bridge and locked his
darkened eyes on the Commander's.  Staring into the first officer's
face, he realized Chakotay had been as excited by the simulation as
he had been himself.

Pilot and first officer held the gaze for several seconds, ignoring
the celebration of the crew.  Chakotay didn't pause the program or
ask for comments on the sim; Tom did not offer his opinion.
Suddenly, with a  burst of energy, Chakotay pushed himself out of his
chair and advanced across the bridge in two strides.  Tom found
himself gripped by two strong  hands and pulled to his feet.  Chakotay
held him tightly by the shoulders and pulled him in for a harsh,
urgent kiss on the lips.

The kiss ended almost as soon as it had begun.  Again their gazes
locked.  Returning Chakotay's passion, Tom reached out with both hands
and pulled Chakotay toward him by the shoulders, bringing the first
officer's mouth to his own.  At first, Tom's kiss was as demanding and
unyielding as Chakotay's had been; then he gradually softened his lips
against the first officer's.  He used his mouth and tongue to caress
the Commander's firm lips.  Sliding his mouth back and forth over
the other man's, Tom slowed his plunder and soothed the force of the
kiss until Chakotay responded with his own urgency again.

Tom groaned as Chakotay forced his mouth open to begin a slow,
tantalizing exploration.  Teeth clicked lightly together as two
tongues slid over and under each other.  Broad hands ran through
Tom's hair, gripping  handfuls to position his head for a still deeper
kiss.  Just as Tom began to lose himself in the kiss, something
called at the edge of his consciousness.  It was insistent and
commanding.

"Commander! Lieutenant ! Cease this behavior immediately!" Janeway
snapped the order at them from the command chair.   Realizing their
position in front of the viewscreen, Tom broke the kiss, pulling away
with a slight smile as if to apologize to the shocked faces behind
the first officer.  But Chakotay held him firm.  "Computer, delete
bridge crew."  The Commander's voice, low and throaty, sent waves of
arousal coursing through Tom's body.  The crew shimmered and
disappeared.

Pressing into the Lieutenant further, Chakotay pinned the tall body
against the edge of the helm and began his exploration anew.  The
Commander's lips captured Tom's in a slow kiss that grew gradually
more  intense.  Then Tom moaned as the corners of his mouth were
teased with kisses and licks.  Chakotay nipped at Tom's lower lip,
gently pulling and sucking while his hands began exploring their way
down his body.  Tom grabbed the back of Chakotay's head to deepen the
kiss, only to groan in frustration as the short, bristled hair
slipped through his fingers.

Chakotay freed Tom's mouth to kiss his jaw, using his teeth to scrape
the already flushed flesh, leaving red marks along his cheek and
throat.  The slight pain from the Commander's teeth wrenched a gasp
from Tom's lungs.  Continuing down the long line of Tom's neck,
Chakotay softly bit the flesh at the line of the turtleneck.  Tom
threw back his head and arched his body back against the panel of the
helm as Chakotay nipped, then licked, up and down the side of his
throat.  Tom felt the deck rock beneath his feet.

Suddenly, a mechanical voice interrupted.  "The ship is approaching
maximum warp speed; at the current rate of acceleration, core breach
is imminent in 3 minutes."  The holographic ship, flying out of
control under the pressure of Tom's body against the surface of the
helm, began to shake even more violently; the helm panel itself
emitted alarming beeps and trills and flashes of light beneath Tom's
squirming bottom.  As Chakotay  continued his assault up and down
Tom's neck, Tom gathered his senses enough to gasp out a command:
"Computer!  Pause current flight simulation program!"

As the rocking of the deck ceased, Tom tightened his arms around the
Commander and pulled him back hard against his own body, trapping
himself between the heavier man and the surface of the now-quiet helm.
The two long bodies shaped to each other perfectly, legs intertwined,
hips rocking in rhythm.  Tom slid a thigh between the first officer's
legs, pushing and grinding against the hard ridge of Chakotay's
erection until he was rewarded with a deep groan.  The friction of
Chakotay's thigh against his own groin was delicious.  The pressure
made him dizzy.  And then, as  his mouth was taken in a firm, quick
kiss, the pressure against his body  was suddenly gone.  Tom couldn't
help his whimper as the Commander let  go of him and took a step
backward, leaving him to slide lower against the  slanted surface of
the helm.

The first officer's voice was low.  "Computer, engage privacy lock."

Tom felt his eyes widen as Chakotay stood before him, reached up to
his own chest, and pulled the zipper of his uniform down in a slow,
seductive motion.  Stopping at his waist, he pushed the jumpsuit off
his shoulders and arms, never taking his dark eyes off Tom's face.
He let the jumpsuit hang low on his hips and grasped the bottom of
the gray  turtleneck, lifting it over his head, taking his time in
revealing his flat stomach and hard chest.  Tom's sharp intake of
breath at the sight brought a brief smile to Chakotay's lips.

When the shirt was off, the Commander crouched to remove his boots
and socks, still keeping his eyes locked on Tom's.  Standing again,
he slid the jumpsuit and briefs over his hips and to his  ankles,
tantalizing Tom with his slow movements, revealing more and  more of
his flesh to the pilot, seducing him.  When his uniform lay around
his feet, he straightened and stepped out of it, standing before Tom
naked and aroused.

The sight of Chakotay's rich, bronze skin excited Tom.  He wanted to
caress it, taste it. But his knees had turned to jelly and he was
trapped against the helm.  Stepping forward, Chakotay returned to
Tom, taking his face in his hands and kissing him lightly.  Chakotay
slipped an arm behind Tom's shoulders and pulled him to a
half-standing position, deepening the kiss.  With his other hand, he
stroked gently down Tom's face and neck, then strayed lower to Tom's
chest.  Through the two layers of fabric, Tom could feel Chakotay's
fingers teasing at the zipper.

Tom broke the kiss with a gasp.  "Gods, Chakotay, don't make me
wait."  The anguished plea was answered by a gleam in Chakotay's eye
and  a low rumbling in his chest.  Was it laughter?  "Don't worry,
Tom.  You know I'm not a tease."  With that, Chakotay began the same
slow course he had taken on his own uniform, his gentle hands driving
Tom insane as he undressed him against the helm, further igniting the
fire in his body and his cock.

Finally, after the first officer had divested the pilot of his
uniform, the two men stood face to face, naked, on the empty bridge
of Voyager.  Tom had found his legs again and stood before his
station, his entire body at attention.  Looking into Chakotay's
lust-darkened eyes, he saw again the desire the first officer felt
for him.  He wanted to feel Chakotay express that desire on his
body.  As he watched, Chakotay reached for his own erection with a
lazy hand and stroked it slowly, his eyes still locked on Tom's.  Tom
gasped as the sight of the Commander touching himself brought the
blood  pumping into his own cock, the erotic feeling stretching
through him until his throbbing erection was almost painful.

"I thought you said you weren't a tease, Chakotay," Tom breathed.  He
was ready for the Commander to touch him, to touch his whole body,
inside and out.

Chakotay smiled slowly, a dangerous gleam in his eye.  "And I'm not.
Are you ready for me?"

Tom grinned provocatively.  "What do *you* think, Commander?"  He
slowly turned toward the helm, looking back over his shoulder to gauge
Chakotay's response.  As he turned, Tom felt the heat of the first
officer's gaze as it raked over every inch of his body.  He smiled
back over his shoulder, presenting his lean, muscled back to the
Commander with a come-hither look.  He dropped his eyes to
Chakotay's hand, still on his own cock, and whispered back over his
shoulder, "What about you, Chakotay?  Are *you* ready for *me*?"

With a helpless groan, Chakotay was suddenly upon him, pressing him
forward against the surface of the helm, hungrily kissing the back of
his  shoulders and the side of his throat and face.  Twisting his
upper torso slightly, Tom turned his head back to capture the
Commander's mouth with his own and felt the man moan deeply as, at
the same time, he rubbed his ass against Chakotay's groin.
Chakotay's hands ran urgently up and down Tom's sides and he pressed
his tongue into the pilot's mouth and his cock more firmly into the
cleft of Tom's ass.  Tom's own erection throbbed,  trapped between his
stomach and the cool glass of the helm.  He groaned as  the pressure
of the man at his back squeezed his cock beneath his body.

Driven past endurance by the Commander's lips, his roving hands, and
the pressure of his body, Tom broke the kiss and pressed the side of
his face against the smooth glass beneath him.  "Come on, Chakotay,
come *on*," he hissed out through clenched teeth.  He felt Chakotay
shift  backwards for a moment as he reached back toward his uniform,
searching  for something.  Moments later, he felt the Commander's
slick finger working behind him,  pressing gently into his tight
opening.  The careful fingers that stretched him were coated with a
cool gel.  Tom closed his eyes and smiled as he realized that
Chakotay had brought a lubricant when he came to run his flight
simulations.

Then he could think no longer, because Chakotay had replaced his
probing fingers with something that felt much larger.  The big hands
trailed up his arms and then fingers twined with Tom's, pulling his
hands above his head as the delicious heat slowly entered and filled
his body.  Tom sighed with pleasure as Chakotay's fingers locked with
his at the top of the helm and he felt the warm body covering every
inch of his own, and the throbbing cock buried deep within him.

And then they were flying together, as in tune with each other as Tom
had been with the ship earlier.  The sounds of their lovemaking filled
the  bridge as they soared to the edge of ecstasy, and then beyond.

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Afterwards, Chakotay and Tom sat naked together on the floor of the
bridge, leaning against the conn and each other, still recovering from
their energetic coupling.  They shared the peace of the moment, their
long legs stretched out lazily in front of them on the floor, their
arms loosely twined together.  Suddenly, Tom began to laugh, his body
shaking against Chakotay's.

"What's so funny, Mister?"  Chakotay opened his eyes and looked at
Tom quizzically.

"Is this what you think about on the bridge every day?  When you sit
behind me at conn?"

Chakotay grinned sheepishly as he glanced at his lover's laughing
face.  "Well, not every day."

Tom laughed harder.  "I may have a hard time reporting for duty in the
morning, now that I know about this."  A moment later, as the laughter
ebbed, he added, "You know, if you really wanted to act this fantasy
out, you could have just asked me."

Chakotay shrugged, still looking embarrassed, though somehow managing
not to blush.  "Well, I really did want your opinion on those sims.
Besides, it's against protocol to use holographs of the crew except
for training programs.  This just seemed like a good opportunity to
surprise you."

Tom held Chakotay's hand in both of his and turned thoughtful eyes on
the Commander.  "You know what I liked best?" he asked softly.  At
Chakotay's questioning glance he continued, "That sim you made for me.
With the Vidiians.  I *know* you didn't write that program for any
pilots in training."

Chakotay's mouth quirked up in a half-smile.  "No, I did make it for
you.  I'm glad you enjoyed it."  He paused.  "You really are a hell of
a pilot,  Tom."

Tom accepted the compliment with a grateful grin, but couldn't resist
teasing Chakotay one more time.  "You're not so bad at 'taking the
conn' yourself, Commander."

This time, Chakotay did blush.  Then he laughed, and stretched, and
the embarrassment fell away.  "I guess you just inspire me, Tom," he
grinned back at the blond pilot beside him.

"Well, let's just say it's mutual," Tom responded, leaning closer to
his  lover to share a warm kiss.

After a moment, he continued.  "I thought you were mad at me this
morning, when the Captain made that joke.  I wanted to clear things up
with you after dinner.  But you acted so strangely when you asked me
here that I didn't know *what* to expect."

"Now that you're here, maybe you'd like to offer me some pointers on
'first contact diplomacy'?"  Chakotay's voice held a teasing note.
Tom saw a glint of devilry in the dark eyes and a slightly wicked
smile on his lips.

"Sure, Commander," Tom drawled.  "I'd be glad to share some of the
finer points of interpersonal communications with you." He nodded
toward the center of the bridge and continued, "You just come up here
and lean over the Big Chair . . . "

Laughing, Chakotay smothered Tom's lips in a kiss and pulled him
closer, leaning back against the helm for support.  He was going to
need it.

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The End