The BLTS Archive - Backfire
by Kiff (Kiff47@yahoo.com)

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Disclaimer:  Paramount owns the characters.  I’m borrowing them for
awhile and promise to return them intact (more or less).

Feedback:  Constructive comments accepted.

Archiving:  Okay for my webpage, ASCEM, BLTS.  All others, please ask
first.

This is a stand-alone PWP. Completed in July of 1998.

Warning:  This story includes explicit m/m sex.  If this disturbs you,
leave now.

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The idea had come to him after a lengthy, rather drunken evening with
Harry Kim in Sandrine’s.  Somehow, the conversation had switched from
women to their respective days at Starfleet Academy.  Harry -- good
old gullible Harry -- had made an off-handed remark about a prank he
had pulled on one of his instructors.  Tom Paris, never one to miss
out on a joke, finally persuaded Harry to tell the full tale, with the
able assistance of several synthales.

"And the beauty of the whole thing," the young ensign concluded,
gasping with laughter at the memory, "is that I got away with it.
Professor Judson never figured out who did it.  No one did.  You’re
the first person I ever told."

"Ingenious, Harry," said Tom.  "And now you’re sixty thousand
light-years away from the scene of the crime.  A great get-away if
there ever was one."

Harry laughed again.  "Yeah, Paris, I guess you could say that."

Tom finished off his beer, slapped the ensign approvingly on the back,
and then excused himself.  On the way back to his quarters, he
continued to chuckle over Harry’s escapade.  Then it struck him.

Shit, if *Harry Kim* could get away with it, why couldn’t *he*?

He ran over a list of potential victims in his mind, but there really
was only one choice: Commander Chakotay.  He laughed out loud.  Oh,
this would be sweet.  Too bad he wouldn’t be able to see the big man’s
face when....

Heh, heh.  The prospect was too enticing to pass up.  Chakotay had a
lot of self-control, but even *he* had a breaking point.  The man did
have amazing tolerance for teasing, though what Tom planned to do
would raise the stakes more than just a little.

He couldn’t keep the mischievous grin off his face as he entered his
quarters, changed into his pajamas, and brushed his teeth.

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Three evenings later, he was ready.

His shift ended at 1600 hours.  His relief arrived exactly on
schedule.  He ate a hasty dinner in the mess hall, then retired to
Sandrine’s. Chakotay had started frequenting the bar more often lately
and staying for considerable lengths of time.  Hell, the commander
would occasionally even strike up a conversation with him.  Tom would
inevitably start needling him about one thing or another.  Not too
long ago, Chakotay would have scowled at him and moved away, but
lately the man seemed to enjoy it.  Tom had tried to be more and more
outrageous, but Chakotay would just smile indulgently at him as if he
were some kind of wayward child.

The fact that he had been failing to get a rise out of the commander
was both puzzling and frustrating to Tom.  He didn’t feel comfortable
enough around the man to confront him directly about it, so he had
continued to be obnoxious - to no avail.

However, he was fairly certain that *this* time he would finally get
Chakotay’s goat.

Tom sat by himself in one corner of the bar, nursing his first (and
only) beer of the evening.  Sure enough, Chakotay came in on schedule,
accompanied by Captain Janeway and B’Elanna Torres.  The trio took a
table on the opposite side of the room, and all three ordered drinks.
When it appeared that they were deep into their conversation, Tom
slipped quietly out of the holodeck, making sure none of them saw him.

No one passed him in the corridors, and he reached his destination
quickly.

Prison life on Earth may have had its drawbacks, but he had also
picked up some valuable information there -- like how to break into
someone’s quarters on a starship.

He would never have tried something like this with Tuvok’s door -- for
all he knew the Vulcan had designed all sorts of weird booby traps --
but Chakotay tended to be a more trusting sort, so he figured he was
pretty safe.

Within two minutes he was inside.  Ridiculously easy.

"Damn, he’s a slob."  Tom snickered at the disarray of the commander’s
quarters.  Clothes were strewn everywhere, data padds were jumbled
together on a table, even the bed was unmade.  Ha.  Voyager’s First
Officer was not setting a very good example for the rest of the crew.
Tom made a mental note of this.  More to tease the man about in the
future.

His target lay dead ahead.  He approached it gleefully, rubbing his
hands together.  Oh, he had all kinds of -- *delicious* ideas.

He fumbled with the tool kit on his belt.  Now, what was that Harry
had said about the....oh, yes, that was it.  A few buttons pushed a
certain way, a little rewiring here, a little counterprogramming
there.

He couldn’t keep the idiotic grin off his face while he worked.  Damn,
this was fun.  And he even had time to be creative.

"Let your imagination run wild, Tommy-boy," he said out loud.

Half an hour later, he was done.  He took a couple of minutes to
double-check his work.  Finally satisfied, he put his tool kit back
together, chuckled one more time, and started to creep back toward the
door.

Which opened.

Tom ducked quickly into an alcove, his heart leaping in his chest.

Chakotay was alone.  He went to his desk and sat down with some data
padds, his back to Tom.

Tom looked around wildly.  He couldn’t stay here long.  If Chakotay
decided to use the lavatory, Tom was in plain sight.  And he couldn’t
leave the room without the commander seeing him, either.  Shit.

Chakotay’s closet was on the other side of the alcove.  The door had
been slightly ajar when he came in.  Maybe, just maybe, he could slide
silently in there and wait until the commander moved into the
lavatory.  Then he could high-tail it out of there.

He leaned slightly.  Chakotay was completely absorbed by the task in
front of him.  Now was his best chance.  The closet door was about six
feet away.  Easy, now.  One slow step, then another.   Chakotay did
not move.  There was the door.  Push it open and pray it doesn’t
squeak.

It didn’t.  He slipped in and closed the door to the point where he
thought it had been before.  Good.  Now he just had to wait.

He could see the commander through the door crack, still working on
his reports.  He sat there for what seemed to Tom like hours but was
probably only thirty minutes.  Finally, he put the last padd down,
stood up, and stretched.

//Now,// thought Tom.  //Go pee.  You gotta pee *sometime.*//

Chakotay moved out of sight.  Tom shifted so that he could see if the
commander entered the lavatory.  But he didn’t.  Instead he stopped
next to the bed and began to undress.

Tom felt himself flush as the big man undid his uniform and took off
his shirt.  The guy was certainly well-built.

Wait a minute.  He wasn’t attracted to *men,* for heaven’s sake, so
why was he crouching here in another guy’s closet, watching him take
his clothes off?

But he couldn’t stop himself.  The pants and underwear came off in one
smooth motion.  The commander was naked now, except for his socks.

Tom stared.  Chakotay had just about the nicest butt he’d ever seen.
And long, powerful legs.  Damn, but the man was gorgeous.

And now -- oh, gods, what was happening?  No, it couldn’t be -- a
tightening in his own groin.  Oh, *hell.*  He was getting *turned on*
-- by Chakotay, of all people.

And what was the man doing now?  Lying down on top of his bed and
taking hold of -- oh, gods.  Tom flushed even more deeply but could
not keep his eyes away from the sight.

Chakotay rubbed himself a few times, making gentle sighs and moans.
Then he stopped suddenly and rolled over to pull something out of his
bedside table.  It was hard to tell from Tom’s vantage point, but it
looked suspiciously like a photograph.

Chakotay brought the picture to his lips and kissed it.

"Beautiful," he whispered, so low that Tom barely caught it.  Then he
shifted the photo to his left hand and grasped himself with his right.
He stared and stroked.

Oh, fuck.  Tom’s own hand went to his suddenly hard cock.  Oh, *shit.*
This could *not* be happening.  Chakotay was moaning now, writhing on
the bed.  His head was thrown back; he dropped the picture beside him
and worked himself with both hands.

The sight was so arousing that Tom almost felt he would faint right
there.  Without quite realizing what he was doing, he slipped the tool
kit off his waist.  His left hand undid the drawstring on his
sweatpants, and his right clawed inside to grasp his swelling
erection.  Oh, gods, the man was just so vulnerable there -- so
goddamn *beautiful.*

Chakotay groaned loudly.  "AAAHHHHH!!"  Thick, sticky semen shot all
over his chest.

Tom heaved, tried desperately to stay quiet, though Chakotay was so
noisy it probably didn’t matter anyway.  As the commander reached his
peak, Tom strained, grunted, and his own orgasm hit with such force
that he came all over his pants in one huge burst.

One part of him struggled for control.  //He heard me, he heard me.
Shit, it’s all over now...//

But Chakotay had collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.
"Uhhhh..."

Tom leaned against the wall of the closet, eyes shut tightly, fighting
to slow down his breathing, astounded at the intensity of this whole
experience.

When he felt he could stand it, he opened his eyes again.  Chakotay
lay peacefully, a smile of contentment on his face.

The commander picked up his picture and ran a finger along it.  "You
never fail to drive me crazy," he said, kissed the image, and replaced
it in his drawer.  Then he rose and went into the lavatory.

Tom waited -- waited until he heard the shower run, then he opened the
door slowly.

He started to head for the exit, but something held him back.  He
turned around.  The picture -- he had to know who was in it.  If
nothing else, it would be more ammunition for future jokes.

He crept to the bedside table, opened it, pulled out the picture and
turned it over.

His own image stared back at him.

"What...the...fuck..."  His knees buckled, and he sank onto the
commander’s bed.  The room seemed to spin around him momentarily as
the implications of what he had just witnessed hit him with full
force.

He took another look at the picture.  It was definitely of him --
probably taken in the holodeck resort program, since he was wearing
nothing except a pair of bathing trunks.  He wasn’t even looking at
the holocamera; his gaze was focused off in the distance, and there
was a smile of complete satisfaction on his face.

Not a bad picture of himself.  But how did Chakotay end up with it?
And what the *fuck* was this all about?  No.  It couldn’t be.  No way
in hell.  Chakotay could not.....no...have the hots for him.  No.  The
man was *straight.*  Straight as they came.  There had been Seska.
Riley Frazier.   And everyone knew how he felt about the captain.  No.
Uh-uh.  This wasn’t happening.

But he had seen it with his own eyes.  The commander.  Jerking off to
a picture of *him.*  Tom Paris.

"And me, jerking off to *him* jerking off."  Holy shit.

Tom shook his head, trying to snap himself back to some semblance of
reality.  It was only then that he realized the water in the shower
had stopped running, and in fact had been off for some time.

The door to the lavatory was opening.

//Oh, shit.// There was nowhere to go. He scrambled to put the picture
back in the drawer, but in his panic just ended up dropping it on the
bed.

A shadow fell across him -- Chakotay, clad only in a towel.

"What....the...hell...."

Tom stared wildly into the commander’s brown eyes. He couldn’t speak.
Anger flared across Chakotay’s face. He continued his sentence.

"...are you doing in here?"

Tom shook his head. "I...I..." He seized his picture and waved it in
front of himself like a shield.

Chakotay reddened as he realized what Tom was holding. "Give that
back, Paris."

Tom, sensing an opening, quickly rolled across to the opposite side of
the bed and held the photo up again, smirking. "Not until you explain
what you’re doing with it."

Chakotay growled. "God damn it, Paris." He began to move threateningly
at Tom, but then stopped, fixing him with a stare.

Tom was arrested by the brown eyes as their expression changed
suddenly from anger to desire.

"How long have you been in here?"

"Long enough," Tom replied, licking his lips nervously.

Chakotay looked him over. Tom saw him focus downward, probably at the
wet spot in his crotch. Damn. Nowhere to hide.

"Chakotay," he spluttered. "What the *hell* is this all about?"

Chakotay stared at the pilot for a long moment, then stepped quickly
toward him, seized his shoulders, and kissed him. Hard.

Oh, *fuck.* Tom instinctively tried to pull away, but Chakotay forced
his mouth open and began exploring with his tongue, and it was so
sweet, so incredibly sweet....oh, gods.

"Shit." Chakotay pulled away. "Damn, I shouldn’t have done that."

"Huh?" Tom was too overwhelmed to make a more coherent response.

"I’m a superior officer. This could be construed as..." he paused for
breath, "...sexual harassment. I’m sorry."

Tom stared at the commander. His heart pounded in his chest. That kiss
had been -- amazing. There was only one thing to say.

"Harass me some more," he gasped, and pushed his face into Chakotay’s.
The older man hesitated, then responded in kind. One hand went around
Tom’s shoulders, one behind his head. Oh, gods, the man smelled
wonderful -- must have been the soap he just used, or deodorant, or
cologne, or just himself -- but it was driving Tom crazy, and his cock
was getting hard again.

Chakotay shifted Tom around and suddenly the two of them fell onto the
bed. The towel slid off the larger man's hips. Chakotay grasped at
Tom’s sweatpants and pulled. Tom’s erection popped out. The commander
released Tom’s mouth and took a look, licking his lips sensuously.

"Damn, Paris, you do look good enough to eat. Are you sure about
this?"

Tom felt himself starting to wilt under those brown eyes, but still
managed to say, with a weak attempt at a smirk, "Try me."

Chakotay proceeded to do just that.

"Ungh!" Tom grunted as the commander’s mouth engulfed his straining
cock. He couldn’t believe how deeply the man was taking him. Chakotay
sucked gently up and down his length. Tom’s body shuddered. Oh, this
was too good, it was too fast, oh, gods...and he was lost in a sudden
haze of pleasure. He cried out, thrusting his hips from side to side,
but somehow the commander managed to hang on, sucking up every drop of
his semen.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest. He gasped for breath.

"Gods...Chakotay...that was...unbelievable."

The commander sat up and grinned at Tom. "Glad you liked it. You’re
kind of cute when you come."

*Cute?* Something must have really gotten into the man.

"Shit," the pilot said weakly, "if I had known it would be *this*
good, I’d have done it with a guy a long time ago."

Chakotay’s eyes widened. "You mean -- this is your first time?"

"With a guy, yeah."

"Damn, Tom, I can’t believe no other man has ever tried to get into
your pants."

"Tried, yes. Succeeded, no."

Chakotay smiled. "I guess I should be honored."

"You haven’t actually gotten anything yet, *sir.* I see the evidence
there as plain as day," smirked Tom, waving a finger at the
Commander’s engorged member.

"Smartass. That’ll cost you," Chakotay growled, and before Tom knew
it, the big man had flipped him over onto his stomach. Tom struggled,
but Chakotay held him fast.

The commander reached into his bedside table again. Tom twisted his
head and saw a tube of lubricant in the big brown hand. He tensed
involuntarily.

"Don’t fight, Tom. Relax. I won’t hurt you." Chakotay’s voice was
rough and tender at the same time.

"I -- I never..." Tom said weakly.

"I understand. It’s okay. I’ll stop if you want."

Tom breathed deeply. "No, go ahead. There’s a first time for
everything, as they say."

Chakotay paused above him. "I’ll be gentle," he said softly. Tom felt
a hand caress his hair. "Damn," the commander went on, almost to
himself, "I can’t believe you’re actually here with me." The hand
brushed down Tom’s back to his buttocks. "You and your gorgeous ass."

Tom blinked unbelievingly. It had been a *long* time since anyone had
spoken to him so affectionately. He was surprised to feel tears
starting in his eyes.

"I’ll -- I’ll try to make it worth your while," he stammered.

Chakotay leaned over and kissed him, then resumed his caresses. Soon
Tom felt a warm moist finger at his anus. He tensed again. Chakotay
slowly inserted the finger. Tom gasped at the discomfort. Chakotay
paused to let him get used to the sensation, then continued to prepare
the younger man. A second, then third moist finger followed. Tom
breathed deeply.

"Okay," Chakotay said. "Let’s give this a try."

Tom closed his eyes in anticipation. Chakotay slowly pulled himself up
and began to push himself inside the pilot.

Tom winced. Chakotay paused.

"No...don’t stop...." said Tom. "It’s not...so...bad."

Chakotay pushed in a little farther.

"Hold on a minute," gasped the pilot.

"Gods, Tom, you feel great."

"Yah. You...know, this isn’t nearly as painful as I thought it would
be."

Chakotay rubbed the younger man’s shoulders, then reached around to
grasp his half-erect cock. "This could be fun for both of us."

"Fuck me," Tom said.

Chakotay began to thrust gently. This would not take long. He could
not remember when he had been so turned on.

"Oh, shit," gasped the pilot. "Oh, *fuck*!"

"Tom, oh, gods!" groaned the commander. His thrusting intensified. Tom
felt his own orgasm building up. Chakotay’s groans grew louder.

"Ummph! Ahhhhhh..." and then Tom was lost in an explosion of white
pleasure. His semen coated Chakotay’s hand. The commander grasped him
even more tightly as his orgasm hit. Tom felt the older man shudder,
then give himself up in a satisfying roar.

Oh, this was too much. His body shook. His mind reeled. As the
darkness overtook him, he felt the commander pull out, felt the older
man’s arms wrap around him, felt a warm nuzzle against his ear.

"Thank you, Tom."

He remembered nothing more for the next six hours.

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An alarm was ringing.

Tom groaned, reached to shut it off -- and almost fell out of bed.

Movement next to him. The alarm ceased. Tom was then dimly aware that
the sound had come from the opposite side of the bed.

*Whose* bed?

Then he remembered.

His eyes flew open and met Chakotay’s brown ones. The older man was
smiling.

"Good morning."

"Uh...good morning. I think."

Chakotay chuckled. "You just relax. I’ll see about breakfast." He
kissed Tom’s forehead and swung himself out of bed.

Tom closed his eyes.

Wait. Wait just a minute. There was something wrong here. Something he
needed to tell Chakotay.

His brain was so foggy. What was it?

Then he remembered.

Oh, shit.

"Chakotay!" His voice came out in a hoarse croak.

No response.

Tom threw aside the covers, started to get out of bed.

He heard Chakotay curse from the other room.

"Paris!"

"Uh, yeah?"

Footsteps came into the bedroom. Chakotay glowered at the pilot. In
his hand was a cup. Not just any cup. A mug. Filled with Klingon blood
wine.

"I ordered coffee," the commander said sternly.

Tom nodded, trying (and not quite succeeding) to keep a straight face.

"Paris, what the hell did you do to my replicator?"

"How do you know it was me?"

Chakotay just stared.

Tom threw up his hands. "You got me, Commander. Guilty as charged."

Chakotay pursed his lips. Tom could see the effort it took the
commander to keep back the laughter. "Very well, Lieutenant. I shall
now take the appropriate disciplinary action."

"Which is?"

"Number one, you will drink this nasty concoction. All of it. Number
two, you will undo the damage you’ve done to my replicator. Number
three, you will join me for dinner tonight at 1900 hours, and wearing
some decent clothes. Do you agree to these terms, or do I have to go
to the Captain?"

"I submit to your authority, *sir.*"

"Very well," said Chakotay. "And, Tom...."

"Yes, sir?"

"You’re welcome to spend the night again, if you’d like."

Tom smiled slowly. "I could get used to your kind of discipline."

Chakotay grinned back and handed the mug to him. "Drink up, soldier."

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The End