The BLTS Archive- Hooked (A "Kiss Me" Challenge Story)
by JanitaMB, a.k.a. Blackcat (janitamb@aol.com, blackcat66@email.com)

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Disclaimer:  The characters are the property of Paramount and are part
of the Star Trek Universe.  I make no claim on them whatsoever. I just
like playing with them a little.  I'm not making any money off of this
and neither is Paramount. This is truly a labor of love.

WARNING:  This is a story involving intimate and sexual relationships
between couples of the same sex.  If this doesn't float your boat,
don't read it.  If you are under the age of 18, leave now while you
still can.

Authors Notes:  This story was written in response to a challenge that
was posted on the CPSG list.  The Challenge: write a story with the
first line being the words "Kiss me".  I hope you enjoy it.

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"Kiss me."

"What?"  Tom asked incredulously.

"Computer, halt turbolift."  As the lift came to a complete stop,
Chakotay turned toward Tom, and moved in very close - severely
invading his personal space.

"You think you can't be affected by a man?" he purred sensually,
"Kiss me and find out."

Tom Paris had once again found himself in a precarious situation.  He
let his cocky attitude and his mouth get him into trouble once more.
And there seemed no way out of this one with his dignity in tact.  "Oh
come on, Chakotay," Tom replied nervously as he attempted to back
further into the turbolift wall.  "You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious." Chakotay replied seductively.  Backing up slowly,
he said, "But if you're not up to the challenge..."

Thomas Eugene Paris was never one to back down from a challenge - no
matter how risky.  "Okay, Chakotay, but I'm telling you, you're
wasting your time. "

---

"So what happened next?"  Harry asked sitting across from his friend
at the dining table in Tom's quarters.  He had given Tom his undivided
attention since he began telling the story.  Tom was telling him about
a conversation that he and the Commander were having that started that
evening in Sandrines over a game of pool.

"I kissed him - just a light peck on the lips.  It was nothing, and I
made the mistake of telling him so."

"You told him it was nothing?" Harry asked incredulously.  "Tom, are
you insane?"

"Apparently."  Tom agreed remembering the incident.

"He was probably angry, wasn't he?"  Harry figured that by now Tom
would know better than to let his mouth get him into so much trouble -
especially where the Commander was concerned.  But he was wrong.

"Not exactly," he said to Harry's utter surprise, "but I saw his ego
swell before my very eyes.  No pun intended."

Harry couldn't hold back his laughter. "So what happened then?" he
asked after regaining his composure.

"Harry," Tom paused trying to find the right words.  "What a rush - I
mean, I have never in my life, been kissed like that by anyone."

---

"Nothing, huh?"  Chakotay stated more than asked.  "I'll show you
nothing."  As his badly bruised ego took over, he grabbed the back of
Tom's neck and brought his head down for an unexpected kiss.  He
started out slowly, with his mouth slightly open.  His tongue softly
caressed Tom's lips until the man was groaning. Then Tom's lips parted
and Chakotay knew he had him.

Tom's hand snaked around Chakotay's waist pulling him closer while his
other hand threaded through his soft black hair. When Chakotay's
tongue entered his mouth it was over - Chakotay's point had been made
in spades.  As he tasted the other man's mouth, the intensity of it
almost melted Tom on the spot.  He had never been kissed so
passionately and with so much implied possession in his life.  Usually
he was the aggressor, the controller of his romantic encounters.  Not
this time. And he knew at that moment that he would never be the same
again.

Chakotay's original intent was to teach Tom a lesson - well, at least
that is what he told himself.  But in his heart he knew that wasn't
true and was elated when the kiss turned into much more than that.
The commander laid claim on the pilot - branding him as his own.
Chakotay pulled away from him and began kissing the soft area just
under his left earlobe. Although he was pleased with Tom's reaction,
he knew he would never be able to leave the pilot alone again.  He
knew he had to have him as his lover - maybe even his soul mate.

"Oh my god..." Tom gasped.   His senses were being overloaded by the
insistent mouth leaving a trail of heat on his skin.  Moments later
Chakotay pulled away from his neck and kissed him deeply once more.
//Yes...// Tom thought as his tongue dueled with Chakotay's.

Both men seemed to lose track of time as they kissed one another with
such fever. Unfortunately, they were given an un-welcomed dose of
reality when they felt the turbolift move.  Chakotay reluctantly
pulled himself away from the handsome pilot and peered into the
dilated blue eyes.  Reaching his hand so it caressed Tom's cheek, he
said  "So, were you as affected as I was?"

Chakotay knew the answer before Tom could give it.  Evidence of both
men's arousal could be felt as they held each other - but he wanted
the satisfaction of hearing Tom admit it. Being that Tom was rendered
speechless, Chakotay could only settle for Tom swallowing hard and
nodding. That, however, was good enough for him.

Grinning broadly, Chakotay said, "Well Lieutenant, it seems that you
aren't as immune as you thought you were to a man's touch."   Then he
straightened his uniform and ran his hand through his hair to smooth
it out, just before the turbolift door opened to admit Ensign Kim.

---

"And that's when you stepped into the turbolift."  Tom said.

"Whew..." Harry slowly shook his head in amazement and noticed that he
became mildly aroused just listening to Tom's story.  He was going to
have to do something about his own love life, or lack of.  Shifting
back to the here and now, he asked, "So now what?"

"Harry, I'm so stupid."

"I agree."  Harry replied playfully.  "So, do you want to be with him
now?"

Sighing heavily Tom rested his head on the table.  "I'm so confused!"
was his muffled reply. Then he left the table and moved to the living
area with Harry right behind him.

"I'm not supposed to be having these feelings!" Tom exclaimed as he
settled on the sofa.   "I'm straight!  I mean, c'mon, Harry, it's me -
Voyager's resident playboy!"

Harry regarded his best friend with mild amusement.  "Who are you
trying to convince - me or yourself?" Tom looked at him as if he were
growing horns.   "Tom," Harry continued, "you haven't been Voyager's
'resident playboy' in ages - mainly because you haven't wanted to be.
You've been dissatisfied with the female population on this ship for a
long time, and it shows.  I think it's time you stop being in denial
and admit to yourself what you really want."

"What I really want?" Tom repeated incredulously, "What the hell is
that suppose to mean?"  Tom, angry now, jumped up from his sofa and
paced the floor for a few seconds.  He was confused, his feelings over
Chakotay now were in complete turmoil, and to add insult to injury,
his best friend was questioning his manhood!  He felt almost betrayed.
After a few moments, however, his rationality kicked in.  He knew
Harry would never say anything to hurt or anger him on purpose - he
had Tom's best interests at heart.  Harry knew him better than anyone
else on the ship.  Maybe there was something to what he was saying.
Running his hand through his hair, he let out a deep sigh and asked,
"Are you saying that you think I'm gay?"

"Tom, I'm saying that you should be honest with yourself.  Besides, it
doesn't matter what I think, it matters what you think." Harry watched
as Tom plopped down on the sofa next to him, leaned his head back and
closed his eyes in defeat.  "Hey, it's no big deal.  You won't loose
the respect of your friends or the crew because you prefer men."

Tom sat up and looked into sympathetic brown eyes.  "Harry, when did
you become so insightful?"

"I guess that's what happens when you're stuck in the Delta quadrant
away from home.  You start to notice things."  He patted Tom on the
back and said, "Tom, you're like the brother I never had.   I notice
things about you that no one else does.  You may have been able to
fool everyone else, including yourself, but you didn't fool me for a
minute."  Harry paused for a moment as Tom assimilated this new
information.  "You didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"Did Chakotay's kiss make you want to be with him?"

Tom once again rested his head against the back of the sofa and closed
his eyes. Then after taking a deep breath he answered, "Yes." He
turned his head looking into the smiling eyes of his best friend.
"Why does my life have to be so difficult?"

"Tom, you live for difficult."  Harry replied.

---

Commander Chakotay stepped off the turbolift as Harry entered, and
walked the few steps toward his quarters.  When he arrived he called
for a privacy lock, breathed a sigh of relief and silently thanks the
spirits that he was off duty for the rest of the night.

"Spirits," he said to himself.  The memory of Tom's lips still tasted
fresh on his own.  He could actually feel his skin as he relived how
Tom responded to his touch. "Now what?"

Unzipping his uniform, he began changing into comfortable clothing as
thoughts of what lead to the challenge crept in his mind.

//Chakotay for a long while tried to deny what he was feeling.  He
wasn't even sure when his feelings changed for Tom from *I want to
kill him* to *I want to make him mine,* but they had and he could no
longer deny it.  He was in love.  And long ago he made it a personal
rule not to fall in love with someone that there wasn't even a slight
possibility that he could have. Tom Paris had been in that category
for a long time and he always thought that he would remain there.

As long as Chakotay could remember, he had been able to tell if a man
would be accepting of another man's interest.  It was something that
seemed to develop when he first realized that he was gay.  It saved
him from a lot of embarrassment during his life and he learned to rely
on it exclusively.  When he first laid eyes on Tom Paris, his actions
told him that the man was as straight as they come.  He chased and
flirted with almost every woman he came in contact with and for some
unexplainable reason this annoyed Chakotay.  He automatically branded
Paris as off limits because he didn't want to be hurt, but deep down
inside, he knew there was something about him.

It wasn't until much later, when Chakotay admitted his feelings for
Tom that he discovered that the pilot was of a special breed.  He was
one of those people who definitely had feelings toward the same
gender, but was in complete denial to himself and the rest of the
world. Chakotay figured that he spent most of his life unhappy and
confused about himself and his feelings.  At that moment of discovery
the Commander decided that he would be the one to pull Tom out of the
denial stage he was in.

The alpha shift had ended about an hour before Chakotay was officially
off duty. He had spent that time in the Captain's ready room
discussing crew evaluations, and by the time he finished, he really
felt the need to wind down.

He found himself standing outside of holodeck 2 and noticed, to his
surprise, that the Sandrines program was running. Since the Fairhaven
program had been introduced, it was rare that anyone would run
Sandrines.  He stepped in to the familiar surroundings and noticed
that Tom Paris was sitting at the bar nursing a drink.  Smiling,
Chakotay made his way to the bar, sat next to him and ordered a drink.

"So, what brings you here, Commander?" Paris asked.

"The need to relax."  Chakotay replied, then took a sip of his drink.
He placed his drink back on the bar and took a leisurely look around
the room.  He noticed that except for the holographic patrons, he and
Tom were the only two in the bar.  /Perfect./  "And you?"

"Same reason.  And since everyone else was in Fairhaven, I decided to
come here." He answered, then took a small sip of what appeared to be
scotch.

Realizing that Tom may have wanted solitude, he said, "I'm sorry Tom,
I didn't mean to intrude.  If you would rather be alone..."

"It's all right Chakotay.  I don't mind your company."  he replied
candidly.  "To be honest, it wasn't that I wanted to be alone.  I'm
just a little tired of Fairhaven.  Maybe it's time for me to write
another program."

Chakotay just nodded and decided he didn't want to pursue the topic
any further.  He really didn't want to get into a long conversation
about possible programs to create.  "So Tom, care to risk some rations
tonight?" Chakotay asked, his eyes moving toward the pool table.  It
was time to put his plan into action.

"Chakotay, if you don't want the rations just give them to me.  You
don't have to humiliate yourself by beating to beat the unbeatable."
Paris replied, a cocky grin forming on his lips.

Chakotay had seen the day that a comment like that would have made him
so angry he'd have told the pilot to forget about it, most likely
using very colorful adjectives to express himself.  But not tonight -
he had something else in mind. "Very funny, Lieutenant.  You talk a
good game, let's see if you can live up to it."

"Is that a challenge?"  Tom asked, extremely amused by the banter
taking place between the two of them.

"It is."

"Well let's get to it."  Tom replied, and was off the bar stool in
seconds, heading for the pool cues.  Tom Paris never backed down from
a challenge - especially one he was fairly sure he could win.  He
racked the balls on the table and said, "I'll even let you break."

"How big of you."  Chakotay replied, grinning.  He leaned forward and
took his initial shot, mildly surprised when two of the solid balls
fell into pockets.  He managed to get two more in before he missed and
it was Tom's turn.

Chakotay watched Paris size up the situation, choosing the best place
to make a shot that counted.  He admired the man's skill at the game,
as well as his prone form as it leaned against the table.  "So Tom,
you seeing anyone these days?" Chakotay asked innocently.

"Nope, not right now.  I'm not interested in anyone at the moment and
no one has taken an interest in me." Tom replied, regret evident in
his voice as he made his shot.

"I find that hard to believe Tom." Chakotay replied honestly.  "There
are several women and men who I'm sure would love to go out with you."

"Then I guess it's just me then."   Tom watched as the Commander moved
to take his turn, then continued with, "I'm not interested in any of
the women on Voyager, beyond friendship that is.  And as for the men -
that's out of the question."

"Why?"  Chakotay asked sitting up from the table and giving Tom his
undivided attention.

"I'm just not interested in men that way." Tom replied, silently
wondering what can of worms was about to open up with this
conversation.  He moved to the other side of the table, sizing it up
once more.

"So you're saying that you never met a man that you were even remotely
attractive to?" Chakotay asked as he watched Tom lean across the table
to make his next shot.

"Never," Tom lied as he sunk the 8-ball in the corner pocket.  "In
fact, there is no way that a man could affect me that way."

"Tom, I find that difficult to accept as well," Chakotay replied.

Tom pulled up from the pool table and abruptly turned toward the
Commander. "What the hell does that mean?  Tom asked, almost insulted
that Chakotay would imply that he was anything but straight. Turning
toward the pool rack, he effectively declared that the game was now
over as he placed his pool stick in the slot.  He was uncomfortable
with the conversation now and wanted nothing more than to leave it
behind.

"Hey, don't get defensive," Chakotay replied, raising a hand in
surrender.  He knew he hit a raw nerve if it caused Tom to essentially
forfeit the game. "I didn't mean anything by it.  Besides, it's not
like being gay makes you less of a human."

Tom backed down then leaned against the table regarding his Commanding
officer. He knew deep down that Chakotay was telling him the truth,
but years of his fathers influence was hard to break away from.
Sighing he crossed his arms in front of his chest and replied, "No,
not less human, just less of a man."

Chakotay couldn't believe his ears.  "Is that what you think?  That
gay men or even bi men are not masculine because they prefer men over
women?"  Tom just looked at him so Chakotay continued.  "Answer
this... Would you think I was less of a man if I were gay?"

Tom thought of making one of his wise cracks but didn't want to ruin
the mood of the conversation.  Although he thought this subject was
treading on dangerous ground, he didn't want it to abruptly come to an
end because he didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.  So he gave
Chakotay a straight-forward answer.  "No.  In fact, and don't let this
swell you head, but considering all the men on Voyager, I'd have to
say that I think you're one of the most masculine men on the ship."

"Really?" Chakotay replied somewhat flattered.

"Yeah.  You give off this sense of command.  You take charge of
situations and don't seem to be scared of anything. Hell, that time
you stood your ground with the Hirogen warrior when we were tracking
Species 8472 on the ship convinced me that you were either the bravest
man I'd ever known, or the stupidest."

Chakotay laughed at that statement.  "Hey, I was just doing my job."
He replied, but the fact that Tom expressed this, made Chakotay
realize that the pilot had a somewhat one sided view of what
constituted being a man.  He assumed a gay male would not possess
qualities like those.  Now it was time for him to throw the proverbial
laser wrench in Tom's program.   Peering into laughing blue eyes, he
stated, "Well, I'll let you in on a little secret... I am."

"You're what?"  Tom asked, almost not wanting to know the answer,

"Gay, Tom.  Have been all my life."

Tom was speechless for a moment.  Then he laughed out loud.  "Oh come
on, Chakotay. I know you're the ships advocate and all, but you don't
have to lie to get your point across.  Hell, if you're willing to lie
about being gay to prove your point then you must be right.  People
shouldn't be judged less male or less female because of their
sexuality."

Chakotay's smile slowly faded from his face.  "Tom, I didn't lie to
you.  I'm am gay - a proud gay man.  In fact, it's not much of a
secret.  I don't broadcast it, but I don't hide it either."

Tom noticed the serious look on the Commander's face and realized that
he was telling the truth.  "B-but what about you and the Captain?"

"What about us?"

"Everyone on the ship thought that the two of you were lovers.  Are
you saying that it isn't true?"

"The Captain and I are friends - nothing more.  I felt at one time
that she was attracted to me.  So to avoid any embarrassing moments
between us, I told her the truth about myself.  She was surprised, but
also relieved because first and foremost in her life is Voyager."

Tom attempted to assimilate this new information and decided that at
that moment it was too much for him to deal with.  Feeling very
uncomfortable he said "Uh, Chakotay, what's say we call it a night.
I'm a little tired and I...

"A little too much info for you huh?" Chakotay said as a small grin
formed on his face.  "It's okay, Tom.  It's not like it hasn't
happened before."

"I'm sorry, Chakotay."  Realizing what his reaction had implied, Tom
felt like a first class jerk.

"It's okay, really.  But I want to know something else before you
leave."  At Tom's nod, he asked,  "Do you think any less of me now
that you know?"

"No," he stated with conviction, "Not at all."  After a brief and
seemingly awkward moment he said, "I'd better go."

"Yeah, I should be getting to my quarters as well," Chakotay said.

Tom instructed the computer to end the program and both men exited the
holodeck. As they walked down the corridor to the turbo lift, Tom's
cockiness swelled up in him again as a result of his nervousness
regarding their conversation.  In a playful voice, he stated, "I don't
care what you confessed, Chakotay.  No man could make me want to be
with him."

"Hmm..." Chakotay replied thoughtfully as they reached the turbolift
and stepped inside.  When the doors closed he decided Tom Paris was
long overdue for a lesson in humility.

"Kiss me."//

"Well Chakotay, you've laid the ground work.  Now what's next?"  he
asked himself as he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling.  Smiling
broadly, he turned over and drifted off to sleep - a plan to make Tom
his already formulated in his mind.

---

The next day during the morning briefing, Tom was painfully aware of
Chakotay's presence.  His body responded as the memories of the kiss
they shared invaded his mind.  He flushed suddenly just in time for
Janeway to notice.

"Lieutenant Paris, are you all right?" she asked with concern.

"Uh, yes Captain," he stuttered then picked up the padd in front of
him hoping to divert his earlier thoughts.  As the captain began
speaking to Neelix, he glanced at the pad in his hand and noticed a
message appear.  It said, "I've been thinking about you all
morning..."

Tom immediately looked up into the serious eyes of the Commander and
couldn't help the small smile that immerged from him. Chakotay grinned
at his response, and as Tuvok began briefing the staff on the latest
security drills he was conducting with the junior officers, another
message appeared on his padd.  "Dinner tonight, my quarters, 1700
hours.  Please don't say no."

Tom inconspicuously keyed into the padd "I'll be there," and sent it
to the Commander.  Chakotay smiled his acknowledgement of Tom's
message, and Tom grinned in response.  The rest of the briefing
continued with both men anticipating the coming evening.

---

B'Elanna finally finished her shift in engineering.  They were working
on a project that should have only taken two hours to fix, but turned
into four when a power coupling overloaded blowing out a workstation.
The explosion sent Ensign Kim to sickbay with 1st degree burns on his
face, but no one else was hurt in the blast.

After she checked on Harry to make sure he was all right, she went
back to work to fix the problem in engineering and four hours later,
she was on her way to her quarters for the night.  As she turned the
corner, she noticed Tom ahead of her.  He was dressed in a blue teal
silk shirt with black denim jeans and black shoes.  He looked
gorgeous, and B'Elanna couldn't resist the urge to whistle her
approval. "And just where are you going all dressed up?" she asked
playfully.

To look at Tom, he was the epitome of calm.  You wouldn't have thought
that he spent the better part of the last hour agonizing over what he
should wear, what he should say and how he should act.  So at
B'Elanna's question, his first inclination was to tell her none of her
business, but then he decided against it. The thought of facing an
angry and insulted Klingon didn't seem appealing at the moment, so he
said, "Well if you must know, I have a date."

Surprised, B'Elanna replied, "Well.  I guess the dry spell is over,
huh?  So, who is it?" she asked with barely kept anticipation.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather not say." Tom replied, hoping that she
would accept that answer.  He was wrong, of course.

"C'mon, tell me."  At the shake of his head, she answered, "Okay then,
I'll just walk with you until you get there."  And she fell in line
with his steps as he continued to his destination.

*Shit, this is all I need right now* Tom thought.  "B'Elanna..." he
began in protest, but stopped himself.  *She wants to know that bad,
fine.* he though as they arrived at the Commander's door.

"Why are we stopping here?"  B'Elanna asked.

Tom just glared at her, then pressed the chime.  As B'Elanna's eyes
began to widen in realization, the door opened revealing Chakotay,
wearing a red knit shirt with black pants and no shoes.

Chakotay saw B'Elanna and smiled as her jaw dropped to the deck of the
ship.  Then he took in the sight of Tom.  He looked incredibly sexy.
"Hey," he said to Tom, "Don't tell me you needed a chaperone?"

"I didn't think so, but apparently she did."  Tom replied completely
ignoring the astonished Chief of Engineering.  "You look great, " he
replied, taking in the Commander's muscular form that the knit shirt
seemed to accent so well.

"Thanks.  So do you." Chakotay gestured for Tom to enter, and after
the Lieutenant had walked past him, he turned to B'Elanna and said,
"See you in the morning." Smiling, the door hissed shut, leaving a
very stunned Klingon in its wake.

"When the hell did that happen?"  B'Elanna asked herself.  Then she
turned resolutely and headed for Ensign Kim's quarters. "Harry will
know what's going on." She said as she picked up her pace.

---

Tom looked around admiring the Native American décors.  "Your quarters
are nice," he commented as he noted a framed picture on the table in
the living area. It was a picture of two young boys - the oldest
looking to be about 17 years old. "Who are they?"  Tom asked.

"That's me," he said pointing to the younger one, "And that's my
brother Nayib. I'm about 14 in this picture."  He smiled at the memory
of taking the photograph. Then he gently took the picture from Tom and
replaced it back on the table.  Taking Tom's hand, he said "C'mon.
Dinner is ready."

Chakotay started to move toward the dining area when Tom halted his
movements.  "Kiss me." He said.

Chakotay smiled and said.  "I'd love to, but don't you want to eat
first?"

"Actually, no I don't."

Chakotay started for a moment, noting the earnestness in the pilot's
eyes.  Suddenly he didn't want to play the seduction game with Tom any
longer.  He wanted something with him - something meaningful and he
didn't want to leave Tom with the wrong idea.  With dinner forgotten,
Chakotay pulled Tom over to the sofa. "Tom, we need to talk."

Tom gave Chakotay his undivided attention as he noted the seriousness
in his voice. "When I kissed you last night, I did it to prove a
point."

"Your point was taken." Tom grinned.

Chakotay smiled in response, but continued.  "I know it was.  But now,
I've got to tell you, that my intentions toward you go way beyond just
proving a point. I've been attracted to you for a long time."

At Tom's incredulous look, Chakotay said. "Don't be so surprised.  You
are a very beautiful man."

"I don't know what to say."  Tom replied.

"Don't say anything yet, just here me out."  Pausing briefly, he
placed his fingers over his mouth in thought as if searching for the
right words.  Finally deciding that honesty was the best policy, he
rested his hands in his lap and said "I've actually been attracted to
you for a while, but never said anything because I thought you were
unattainable.  I thought you would never return my feelings." Chakotay
reached over and traced a finger over Tom's hands.   "It wasn't until
recently that I realized there would be a possibility."

"Really?  How?  Up until now, I thought I was straight."  Tom replied.

"I have a sixth sense about these things." He paused taking a deep
breath as he prepared to say what he had to say next. "I intended to
make love to you tonight. I want you, Tom.  I have for a long time
now.  But I'm not into one-night stands."

"Chakotay," Tom began as he looked deep into his eyes, "neither am I.
That's why I want you to kiss me." He purred.  "I want to make sure
that what I was feeling in the turbolift yesterday, wasn't because I
was stunned or taken off guard.  I want to know if what I felt before
is still there.  So, kiss me."  He moved close to Chakotay, snaking
his hand around the commander's waist.

Chakotay peered into intense blue eyes and murmured, "Well I can
assure you, what I felt, and what I'm feeling now is real." Placing
his hand gently on Tom's cheek, he kissed him.

As their lips pressed together, it wasn't necessary for Chakotay to
run his tongue across Tom's lips to get him to let him in.  Tom's
mouth opened voluntarily and allowed Chakotay to enter and explore
slowly and sensually.

Tom melted into the kiss as he felt Chakotay's strong arms encircle
him.  This kiss was different.  The first was filled with lust,
possession, and the promise of wild sex.  This one, however, evoked
emotions - feelings that Tom had worked hard to contain so he wouldn't
be vulnerable to the pain that loving someone could bring.   He now
knew what was missing in his life.  He had always wanted to be with a
man but suppressed those feelings because of his father.  At that very
moment, he had felt more certainty about himself that he ever had.  He
wanted to be with a man.  And not just any man, he wanted Chakotay.
That realization scared the hell out of him.  What would happen if he
fell for the Commander?  What would the rest of the crew think?  And
worst of all, how would he cope if Chakotay decided later down the
road, that he didn't want to be with him?

Chakotay pulled away from Tom, reluctantly, and as the blue eyes
slowly opened he inquired, "Well, was it the same."

"Oh yeah," Tom lied breathlessly out of self-protection.  It was too
soon to let Chakotay know how he really was beginning to feel, but he
didn't see the harm in enjoying himself physically with this man.
Chakotay reeked of sexual magnetism and the chemistry they had seemed
to be perfect.  He wanted to test his theory on their sexual
compatibility in an almost urgent way.  So instead of examining the
familiar emotions that threatened to overtake him, he looked into the
dark smoldering eyes, and said, "I think I'd like to skip dinner.  How
about you?"

Chakotay smiled, then slowly got to his feet.  Holding out his hand,
he waited until Tom took it and then led him to the bedroom.

---

When Chakotay turned and faced Tom he called out "Computer, engage
privacy lock. Do not allow any disturbance unless we go into alert
status."

"Affirmative."  Replied the computer.

Chakotay stood in front of Tom and just let his eyes wander over the
man.  His eyes were a dark blue as a result of the impending passion
that was about to be unleashed.  His body was slender, and the shirt
clung to his skin just enough to outline the contours of  the muscles
in his arms and chest. "You're beautiful, Tom," Chakotay said, unable
to resist caressing the silk clad arms.  Then as he slowly began
undoing the buttons to Tom's shirt he captured his lips - kissing him
deeply.

Tom released his hold around the commander's waist so that the now
unbuttoned shirt could fall easily from his arms.  As he pulled the
knit shirt over Chakotay's head, he slipped out of his shoes just
before claiming his lips again.   Tom's hands roamed over his lover's
chest, caressing the soft skin and strong muscles as Chakotay made
quick work of undoing his pants.

After Chakotay loosened the pants, he maneuvered Tom toward the bed,
fell to his knees and pulled the pants down until they were pooled
around Tom's ankles.  He gave a gentle push at Tom's hips so he would
sit on the bed, then Chakotay helped Tom remove the pants and
accompanying briefs from around his ankles.

With the clothing gone, Chakotay, planted directly between Tom's legs,
breathed in his scent as he kissed and stroked the inside of his
thighs.  As the heat rose between them, Tom touched Chakotay's bare
shoulders and watched as the dark head kissed its way around his most
intimate places.  Breathing heavily he moaned as Chakotay took his now
throbbing member in his hand and eyed it reverently.  The feel of
those fingers on his cock was so intense he didn't know how long he
would be able to last. "Oh god..." he whispered at the feel of
Chakotay's warm breath over it.  It was all so new, so intoxicating,
so...needed.  He wondered if he would ever be able to live without
this feeling again.

Chakotay looked up into highly aroused blue eyes and said, "I want to
see what you taste like," and before Tom could form a response,
Chakotay's lips sucked in the tip of his penis.  His mouth took in
more and more of the thick member and Tom threw his head back in
ecstasy.

"Oh god, yes, yes, yes" he whispered over and over as the commander
sucked on his member repeatedly.  When he felt Chakotay take him deep
in his throat he knew he wouldn't last long.  "Oh, Chakotay... I can't
hold... I can't..."

Chakotay picked up the pace, moving his mouth up and down the thick
shaft until he felt Tom explode within his mouth.  He accepted every
drop hungrily as Tom gasped and shuttered his release.  When he felt
Tom lay back on the bed, he stood up and began to remove his pants.

"I'm sorry, Cha," Tom breathed, "I couldn't help it.  It was so good -
too good."

"Don't be sorry." Chakotay whispered.  He stepped out of the pants and
crawled into the bed next to Tom.  "That was to take the edge off.
The rest comes later."

"I don't think I can do much more."  Tom replied as he felt Chakotay
settle down next to him.

"You underestimate yourself."  Then moving so he was on top of Tom he
said, "Don't worry, I'll get you ready again."  Then he kissed him
deeply once more.

Tom wrapped his arms around his lover, feeling the rock hard erection
that lay against his own soft one.  Being with a man, touching him in
such an intimate way was the most erotic sensation he had ever
experienced in his life, and he felt his cock stir with anticipation
of what was to come next.

Chakotay kissed and licked his way from Tom's mouth to his ears,
taking great pleasure at the gasp his lover released when his tongue
gently caressed the outer ear.  It encouraged him to find more
sensitive areas - the small hollow behind his earlobe, the nape of his
neck, the rapidly hardening nipples when stroked with his lips and
tongue all provided the most satisfying of reactions.  Chakotay
couldn't get enough of the responsive body beneath him, and he spent
long moments ravishing him with his mouth.

When he couldn't wait any longer, Chakotay reached in his nightstand
for lube.  After turning his lover on his side, he applied a generous
amount of lube to his fingers, and to his pulsating member.

"What are you doing?"  Tom asked. Everything he felt so far was so
good to him - so incredibly intense he didn't want it to stop.  So he
was mildly disappointed when Chakotay seemed to end their foreplay.
"Don't stop now," he whispered pleadingly.

"Never baby," Chakotay replied as he spread the young man's cheeks
apart and slowly pressed his forefinger into the tight pink opening.
"I think you'll like this."

"Oh yessss," Tom hissed as he felt the finger invade his body.  His
eyes closed and his head fell forward as the sensation coursed through
him.  It was both shocking and erotic.  He didn't think it would or
could get any better than that, until the second finger was added.
"Oh my God," he murmured as the fingers rhythmically moved in and out
of him.

"If you liked that," he said as he removed his fingers, "I believe
you'll really enjoy this..." Chakotay whispered as he placed his
member at the opening and pressed forward until he and Tom were joined
completely.

Tom took in his breath at the feeling. The initial burning pain gave
way to indescribable pleasure as Chakotay moved in and out of him at
an agonizingly slow pace.  Tom felt Chakotay place a leg over his own
to get a better angle, and that simple move caused him to press deeper
inside, brushing Tom's prostate with every thrust.

It was hot, intense and extremely erotic. The room was filled with the
smell of sex and the sound of two men in the throws of a wild passion.
Neither could stifle their moans and notably suggestive pillow talk.
It was continuous - a repeating mantra of unbridled desire.

"It's so good baby..."

"Yes, yes..."

"Do you like it?"

"Oh god, yes..."

"Like it when I fuck you?"

"Yes..."

"Crave me moving in and out of you?"

"Oh fuck yes!"

"You're mine."

"Yours."

"Mine alone."

"Yes..."

"Oh yes.."

"Uhh...uhh..."

"Yessss!"

Chakotay stroked Tom's now hard and leaking member in time with his
thrust. Harder and harder, deeper and impossibly deeper, he wanted
more.  It was so good...so intoxicating...more than he had ever
imagined.  And only when he felt the seed spurt from the cock in his
hand did he allow himself to release his essence into the beautiful
body he craved for so long he couldn't remember when he didn't.

Both men lay on the bed panting and enjoying the after effects of the
mind blowing sex they just shared.  It had been too long for both of
them and they were extremely satisfied.  Chakotay was glad they were
laying on their side because by now, his limp form would have been
quite heavy on Tom.  After a few moments, Chakotay felt his softened
member slip from Tom's body and was surprised to hear a moan of loss
from his new lover. Chakotay pulled Tom closer to him and began
placing gentle kisses on his shoulders, as he felt his lover gently
caress the leg that was thrown over his own.

At the unusual silence, Chakotay began to wonder what was on Tom's
mind.  "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, hoping that nothing was
wrong.

Tom nodded then sighed deeply.  "That was incredible."  Tom said, "I
never thought it would be like that."

Chakotay couldn't help the smile that emerged at Tom's admission, and
was even more astonished when he heard the pilot add, "We should have
done this a long time ago."

"A long time ago, you weren't interested in me."  Chakotay reminded
him.

"Oh I was interested," Tom admitted, "I just let my fathers words keep
me from approaching you."

Chakotay sat up and peered down into intensely blue eyes.   "So it
wasn't just the kiss that made you want me?"

"No, the kiss made me want to be with you more, but..."  Tom trailed
off.  He still had his doubts about all this.  He had made a major
step in admitting to himself what he really wanted.  But how would the
rest of the crew react if they knew he preferred men?  All the doubts
and fears he had came crashing down on him all at once and he had to
fight the urge to bolt from the bed, grab his clothes and race out of
the Commander's quarters.

"You're worried about what others will think of you."  Chakotay
finished for him. At Tom's quiet nod, Chakotay replied, "Tom, no one
will care.  Trust me.  In fact, the most opposition you'll hear if you
hear any, will be from those on board who will be devastated that
another eligible bachelor is no longer on the market."

Tom chuckled at that. "So you're saying I'm officially off the
market?"

"Depends.  Do you want to be?"  Chakotay asked.

Tom caressed the side of Chakotay's face with the back of his hand.
"Well Commander, I believe I do."

"Good.  Of course, it wouldn't have mattered whether you did or didn't
want to be.  You were off the market the moment I kissed you."
Chakotay teased.

"Shee-it," Tom answered, then reached over, grabbed the pillow and hit
his lover with it.

They wrestled playfully until Tom was finally pinned on the bed by a
handsome Indian with smiling brown eyes.   "You're right, you know,"
Tom murmured, "I was hooked after you kissed me."

"I'm glad," Chakotay replied seriously but still smiling, "because
I've been hooked to you for a long time, and I intend to stay that
way."

"Yeah?" Tom asked.

"Yeah."  Then he kissed the blond pilot that lay beneath him, once
again building a passion that burned well into the night.

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The End