The BLTS Archive - Un series
#10: Uncontrollable
by Kiff (Kiff47@yahoo.com)

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Chakotay puts his medicine bundle away, having failed to contact his
spirit guide.  His mind is just too confused right now.

He gets some herbal tea from the replicator and throws himself into a
chair with a frustrated grunt.

He could just ask the computer where Paris is.  But he's afraid to find
out.  Is Tom in his quarters?  Is he in the Mess Hall?  Is he in
Sandrine's?  Is he wandering somewhere in the corridors?

This room feels empty.  He has tried to fill it with six years of Delta
Quadrant souvenirs, but there is something missing.  Human company.  He
is tired of being alone, after all this time.  Maybe he has started to
give Tom a chance to fill that space.

Or maybe last night was the only one the pilot had to give.

Chakotay takes a sip of the hot beverage, then sets it down on a side
table.  "Computer...."

An obliging beep answers him.

"Where is the...no, cancel that.  Play selection 'Chakotay
theta-nine.'"

African folk music flows from the speakers.  The commander leans back
in his chair, picks up his mug, and closes his eyes.

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Tom makes his way steadily to Chakotay's quarters.  He feels strange. 
It's as if he's outside himself, watching another man make this long
walk.  But it feels right.  Few things in his life have felt so right.

Outside the commander's door, he pauses for only one heartbeat before
pressing the button.

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Chakotay's eyes fly open before he even hears the signal.

"Come in," he says automatically.  As the door opens, he gets to his
feet and turns to face his guest.

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Tom moves forward, noting that Chakotay's lights are low, the scent of
tea is in the air, and there is a quiet rhythm reverberating around the
room.  He almost forgets he is on a starship heading toward home at an
incredible speed, that there is just a few feet of hull separating him
from instant death outside, that facing him is a man who is as
different from him as night is from day.

Four steps inside, the pilot stops.  "May I come in?"

Chakotay feels the beginning of a smile.  "Seems to me you just did."

Tom chuckles, then glances around.  "You know, believe it or not, I've
never been in here before."

"I think I'd know if you had."

"The man has a sense of humor after all."

This is getting easier.  And he *is* glad to see Tom.  "Can I offer you
a drink?"

"Whatever you're having is fine."  Tom walks over to the couch and sits
down.

Chakotay gets another mug of tea and hands it to Tom, who accepts it
with a nod.  The commander resumes his seat, and the two men regard
each other for a few moments.

"I like the music," the pilot says at last.  "Where's it from?"

"West Africa.  Traditional folk music.  It goes back centuries."

"Nice."  Tom takes a long drink of his tea, then looks at Chakotay. 
"You all right?"

"Yes.  Yes, I'm fine."

There's another pause.  Tom turns his mug around in his hands.  "Good. 
I'm doing all right, too.  And the ship didn't blow up or anything
because of what you and I did last night and this morning."

"I'm not ashamed of what happened, Tom.  Stop patronizing me."

"Sorry."  Tom is genuinely apologetic.

"I've had some time to think what happened," continues the commander. 
"It isn't easy for me to talk about."

"I'm listening."

"Okay.  I intended to get you into bed last night, one way or another. 
It didn't turn out the way I expected.  I got a little pissed at first.
 But then I just...."

"Let go," murmurs Tom.

"Right.  And it was great.  More than great."  This is all Chakotay can
say right now, and he dives back into his tea.

Tom is still for a few seconds.  "I agree.  That's why I came here
tonight."

Chakotay looks up.  

Tom pats the couch beside him with an expectant grin.

Chakotay feels himself rise and walk the few steps; he sits down next
to Tom, who does not touch him but only salutes him with his mug. 
"Skoal."

"Cheers."  The ceramic cups clink, and both men drain them.  Chakotay
sets his down on the table and Tom follows suit.  They lean back,
inches apart, and try to get used to just being together.  Chakotay
breathes deeply and feels his mind relax just a little.  Tom sits
beside him, staring straight ahead as if he were in a trance, a smile
playing around his lips.  The music plays on.

"This is nice."

Chakotay nods.

"Most people probably start a relationship with this kind of thing,
instead of doing the horizontal rhumba from the top."

"Most people aren't thirty thousand light-years from home."

"Good point."

More silence.

"Chakotay?"

"Hmmmm?"

"I shouldn't have drunk that tea so fast."

"Through that door."  Chakotay grins after Tom, once more getting a
first-class view of the young man's firm ass.  He settles back in on
the couch and closes his eyes.  He feels Tom return and ease in beside
him.  A hand goes around his shoulder.

"Okay?"

Chakotay's answer is to lean into the warm body next to him.  Tom's
hand runs through his hair.  Chakotay sighs and reaches under Tom's
shirt for bare skin.  The pilot wriggles; Chakotay slides his hand down
to Tom's beltline and underneath.

Tom hisses his approval.  Chakotay feels his groin tightening at the
mere feel and smell of Tom's skin.  He bends down and kisses the young
man's belly, swirling his tongue around and into the navel.  Tom groans
and falls back onto the couch.  

Chakotay turns around and straddles Paris from above; from this
position it is fast work for him to unfasten and remove his partner's
pants.  Tom is grabbing at the commander's buttocks, grunting
insistently.  Chakotay suddenly understands what the pilot wants.

"Don't...want to...smother you," he gasps out.

"Okay," Tom answers.  "Let's use the bed."

They stumble into the bedroom.  Tom yanks Chakotay's pants off before
the latter can stop him, and then dives headfirst onto the bed. 
Chakotay sits on the end of the bed and then swings his legs around,
offering his fully erect cock to his partner.  Tom takes hold of it,
waiting for Chakotay to reposition himself so he can do the same.

Chakotay strokes Tom's cock and licks his lips in anticipation.  He has
been thinking about this all day.  He feels Tom take him in, the heat
and moisture surrounding him, the pressure pulling at him.  Groaning,
he opens his mouth and swallows Tom's swollen member, reaching behind
to grab the young man's ass for support.

The two men suck each other.  They taste, they explore, they give and
receive.  Chakotay nibbles at Tom's shaft.  Tom licks around the head
of Chakotay's penis before taking the older man in completely. 
Chakotay moans, his hips thrusting slightly, his control weakening by
the second.  

Damn, Tom is doing it to him again.

The commander cries out, letting go of Tom's cock, releasing himself
into the young man's waiting mouth, his body quaking, his soul
dissolving and reforming.  With the last bit of composure left to him,
he captures Tom's cock again, taking him as deep as he can, and soon
the pilot is joining him in a desperate duet.

Soon after, Tom pulls Chakotay up beside him on the bed, and the
commander falls asleep to the sound of another man's heartbeat.

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The End