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

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"Want a beer?"

"If you're buying, old man."  Tom settles into his favorite spot on the
commander's couch.

Chakotay snorts as he heads for the replicator.  "Just make yourself at
home."

"Don't mind if I do."

The commander smiles at Tom's tone as he places the drink order. 
"Rules of the house -- no shoes on the table."

There's an audible thump from the other side of the wall.  Chakotay,
beer bottles in hand, takes a quick peek around the corner.  Tom is
sitting up primly, his feet solidly on the floor, his hands folded in
his lap, his eyes staring straight ahead.

Chakotay smothers another chuckle as he comes back in and gives the
younger man his drink.  "Bottoms up."

"Your favorite position?  I'll have to keep that in mind," says Tom
with a perfectly straight face, and the commander loses all semblance
of control, almost spilling his beer in the general merriment.  Finally
he catches his breath and sits down opposite his partner.

Tom wipes his eyes and takes a huge swallow.  "So what do we do now?"

"I don't know.  You have any ideas?"

Tom thinks a moment.  "How about a game of cards?"

"Sounds good.  Poker?"

"With only two people?  That's not a lot of fun.  How about canasta?"

"I haven't played that in fifteen years, at least."

"Okay, old man.  We won't play for stakes this time."

Chakotay frowns.  "Is everything a scam with you, Paris?"

"Sorry.  I forget you're not the gambling type."

There's an awkward pause.  The two men look everywhere but at each
other.  Chakotay turns his beer bottle around in his hands; Tom leans
forward, resting his elbows on his knees.  The old antagonism isn't
quite dead yet.

"Ah, what the hell," says the pilot at last, getting to his feet.  "I
should have known better...."

"Sit down," says Chakotay.

"Huh?"

"Sit *down*, dammit."

Tom complies, cocking a curious eyebrow.

"You're not getting away that easily.  Okay.  What I said was out of
line, Tom.  I still want to play cards, and I don't give a shit what we
play for.  Just don't go."

A slow smile spreads across the younger man's face.  "All right, old
man.  But you'll have to come up with the cards.  I'm fresh out of
rations."

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Three hours, five games, and six beers later, Chakotay collects his
last trick and declares himself the overall winner.  "Pay up, flyboy."

Tom sighs and removes his socks.  His sweater, undershirt and pants are
already gone, and all he has left are his briefs.  "Beginner's luck, I
say."

The commander, only down one shirt, snickers.  "You chose the game,
mister, and you chose the stakes.  No whining."

"Okay, it wasn't beginner's luck.  You're a sandbagger, Chakotay."

The older man only smiles as he starts picking up the cards.  

Tom drains the last of his beer and watches him.  "Sandbagger."

"Sore loser."

"Maquis traitor."

"Starfleet brat."

"Gods, you're cute when you're giving insults."

Chakotay tosses the cards on his desk.  "Gambler."

"Tease."

The commander turns, his eyes dark.  "I *never* tease."

Tom swallows.  "I count on that."

"Come here."

The pilot pads over.  Chakotay pulls him into his arms, kissing him
fiercely on the mouth.  Tom groans and returns the contact, reaching up
Chakotay's back to his shoulder blades.  The commander tugs at Tom's
shorts, pushing his hands underneath to squeeze the younger man's ass.

Tom breaks the kiss long enough to gasp, "Bed!"

Chakotay obligingly pulls him into the bedroom, where he drops to his
knees and yanks Tom's underwear all the way down.  He reaches for the
young man's half-erect cock and gives it a long, sensuous suck.

"Ah, Chak...."

Grinning, the commander releases Tom and begins to take off his own
clothes.  Tom watches him, his breathing becoming irregular, a faint
pink flush beginning to appear on his chest.

"Lie down."

"Which way?"

"On your back to start."

Tom obeys.  Chakotay, naked, reaches into his bedside table for a tube
of lubricant and sits down next to the young man on the bed.  Gods, he
is so beautiful.

"I want to make love to you," he whispers, stroking the pale skin.

"I--I'd like that."

"Good."  Chakotay leans over and kisses his partner once more, then
positions himself between Tom's legs.  He gently spreads the pale
thighs, then runs a finger along Tom's balls, finally trailing it down
to the small opening.  With his other hand, he squeezes some lubricant
out of the tube, coating his fingers completely.  "Ready?"

"Uh-huh."

Chakotay inserts his index finger, anticipating resistance.  But Tom's
ass is experienced and allows him in with very little difficulty. 
Quickly he adds a second finger.

Tom moans, his hips rocking slightly from side to side.  Chakotay
slides the fingers in and out, enjoying the tightness.  He adds the
third finger, and Tom's moaning increases.

"Gods, Chakotay...."

Satisfied that the younger man is ready, Chakotay leans in, placing the
head of his cock at Tom's entrance.  Tom's eyes open and catch the
commander's.  Chakotay hesitates, stunned at the intensity of this blue
gaze.  This is no submissive boy; this is a partner in every sense of
the word.

"Go," whispers Tom.

Chakotay pushes forward steadily until he is buried deep within the
young man, who holds his eyes every step of the way.  Tom reaches up
and grabs Chakotay's arms.  Although he is on top, Chakotay feels as if
*he* is the one being taken, being possessed.

The younger man rocks his hips, and Chakotay moves with the rhythm,
still unable to take his eyes from Tom's.  Emotion rises within him,
and his heart speeds up in response.  His right hand grabs Tom's cock,
and the younger man whimpers, but does not break eye contact.

"Yes, Chak...yes...."

There is still time to stop this; the commander can pull out, leave,
turn away and go back to his lonely existence on Voyager.  But his last
doubts are vanishing with every stroke he takes inside Tom; his
feelings for the young man are growing stronger with every second, and
it's just too late.

"Ahh...Spirits...Tom...."

"Cha...."

The pilot gives a cry, and then he is someplace else, leaving behind
only a trail of warm semen.  Chakotay's orgasm goes one way and he goes
another, roaring in ecstasy, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness.
 He can feel Tom's hands pinching his forearms, supporting him and
anchoring him back in this world.

Both men snap back as quickly as they left.  Chakotay collapses on top
of Tom, whose arms go around him and hold him as the two of them begin
to recover.  Chakotay can smell Tom's sweat, hear his ragged breathing,
feel his body tremble, and he knows that Tom can sense the very same
things from him.

"Chakotay...."

"Mmmmm...yeah...."

"We have a problem...."

"I know...."

"Are you thinking...what I'm thinking?"

The commander rolls off of Tom, manages to raise himself up on an
elbow.  "I'll discuss it with the captain tomorrow."  

His lover smiles back at him, and Chakotay settles into Tom's arms,
satisfied with his decision.

He never wants to spend another night by himself.  That he knows for
sure.

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The End