The BLTS Archive- Paris Story One: In The Springtime by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com) ---- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. c1998 Karen --- His first hard thrust drove Tom flat onto the bed. A nonsensical snippet from some long forgotten tour guide slipped into his thoughts. 'Paris is beautiful in the spring time.' Chakotay found that he had to agree. Paris was......gorgeous. --- Tom lay on his stomach, writhing as the burning quickly turned into an almost overwhelming delight. He rubbed his cheek sensually against the pillow under his head. His mouth slowly opening and then not quite altogether closing as he gasped in ecstasy. --- The larger man watched in wonder as he realized that he alone was responsible for the rapture below him. Slowing his thrusts, he slid almost free and then angled his hips to drive deeply into the tight heat. Chakotay grinned in triumph as the luscious body below convulsed in sudden pleasure. "Do that.....again." The older man was more than willing to comply. As he began to change his angle with every other thrust, the Commander desperately wove his fingers with the pale ones of his partner. Turning his attention to the slender neck under his face, he drove them both towards release. --- Tom felt like he was drowning in sensation. The first almost violent thrust had set his ass on fire. The big man had begun to piston in and out with what Tom thought must surely be anger. He was taken by surprise as the Commander had suddenly slowed the pace and began to deliberately, almost sensuously massage Tom's prostate with his cock.. "Do that again." Tom couldn't believe that he had practically begged the big man for more. Even more surprising was the delicacy with which Chakotay had complied. --- Chakotay was startled as Tom all but screamed. --- The younger man shuddered over and over as amazing waves of heat and light rolled through his body. --- Bracing himself on his elbows, Chakotay arched his back and drove as deeply as he could. He groaned as he came, his hot seed splashing inside the body below him. The Commander lay gasping, shaking. Realizing that he was crushing the slender body underneath him, he pulled out and rolled heavily onto his back.. Tom moved to the older man's side, wrapping his right arm and leg over the big man's body while pressing his face onto the broad chest. They lay for a time in silence, each occupied with his own thoughts. --- Their bodies cooled and so did the older man's anger. He wondered what to say to the one next to him, and froze at the gentle kiss on his right breast. Looking down at Tom, he was surprised to find a wistful smile. Guilt at having used another tore through his soul. --- Tom idly ran a hand over the big man's chest. Rubbing a long, lean thigh over the other man's groin, he wondered at the pleasure that coupling with this man had wrought. *Could there be more?* Paris was no fool. He had known from the moment that Chakotay asked him in to review the helm reports that the big man had already heard about the Captain and B'Elanna. He had expected that they would spend the evening drinking and bitching about losing the two women. The last thing that he had expected was for Chakotay to suddenly put down his drink and all but carry him into the bedroom. Clothes had flown and Tom was sure that he had heard the fastener on his pants shredding. The Commander had pressed him down onto the bed and kissed him until they were both dizzy from lack of air. Tom had vowed to give as good as he got, but that was as far as his plan had taken him for the older man had suddenly rolled him onto his belly. Tom smiled again as he tried to figure out just where 'Big Man' had been hiding the lube. It had been wild, almost violent at times, but most of all, it had been good. No one had ever taken Tom with that kind of power....with his consent, that is. Paris sighed. He had vowed never to lie with another man again. He had been positive that his time at Auckland had more than quenched that thirst. He had been wrong. From the moment that Chakotay had entered his body, Tom had realized that it was a lie. B'Elanna had been a lie. Megan and Sue and Jenny....all lies. He needed this. To be taken; held and taken by one more powerful. Driven into until he screamed with the joy of knowing that the heat in his gut came from the seed of another. And Chakotay was the only man ever to provide that without the accompanying pain and humiliation. *Could there be more?* "Tom?" The younger man stopped his motions and raised his head. The look in the other man's eyes made him cold. "Sorry, Big Man. I should have warned you that I'm a cuddler." Tom quickly rose and scooted to the edge of the bed. Without turning he asked, "Borrow your shower?" "Of course.....Tom--" Chakotay watched in sorrow as the other made his way towards the bath. At the calling of his name Tom stopped, but did not turn. "It's OK, Big Man. We both got what we needed. Who knows, I may even sleep tonight." The bathroom door slid shut. --- Chakotay rose stiffly and slipped on his robe. Listening as the shower went off, he made his way to the replicator. His now flat beer sat in mute condemnation. Replicating another, he moved to the couch and waited in guilty silence. He heard movements and soon a clothed Tom Paris entered the living room. Smiling wryly, Tom gestured at his shirt that he had left untucked. "If my shirt rides up, Tuvok'll arrest me for indecent exposure." A sigh. "Chakotay, I wanted that just as much as you did. No guilt and if you want, we'll act like it never happened. Friends?" "Friends." The Commander watched as Tom slipped out of the door of his quarters. --- Tom reached the haven of his own quarters without incident. In his sleep alcove, he stripped and then shoved the torn pants into the recycler. Pulling on a pair of sleep pants, he padded into the main room to replicate a drink. The lights were lowered and Tom sat thinking about the evening. He had been used twice. The first time as B'Elanna tenderly made love to him and then broke it to him that they would never be together again. The second as a man that he had grown to respect tried to empty himself of pain and anger. Tears began to slide down the too-pale face as the full impact of both losses set in. --- The End