The BLTS Archive - Un series #7: Unraveling by Kiff (Kiff47@yahoo.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount is God. I am not. I make no money from this. Promise. Archiving: Okay for my page, ASCEM, BLTS. Anything else, please ask first. Feedback: Anything except flames are welcome. If you wish to send it privately, e-mail me. --- "Whoa...hey...." Chakotay's eyes snap open. He is lying on his left side, in a strange bed. Tom Paris's bed, if that voice is any indication. He feels the mattress shift beneath him, and a hand lands on his shoulder. "Chakotay?" The commander grunts, as words are failing to form in his brain at the moment. Oh, he has really screwed this up now. What must Paris be thinking? "Hot damn," mumbles the pilot, stifling a yawn. "Shit. I can't believe you're still here." /That makes two of us./ Chakotay turns over on his back and throws an arm over his eyes. Maybe if he can't see Paris, the man will just go away. This *has* to be a dream. Yep. A nightmare. "Chakotay, are you all right?" There is genuine concern in Tom's voice, and the commander can't ignore it anymore. Okay. Last night happened, and it's *still* happening. Make nice with the guy and leave. *Now*, you idiot. "I'm fine." "Good. I.... You know, I was a little worried there, that I might have hurt you. I suppose it's kind of late to tell you, but I had never done it to a guy before." Sweet spirits. Chakotay can't help but wonder what Tom would be like with a little more practice. "Shit, Commander. *Talk* to me. Say something. What the fuck did I do wrong?" Chakotay sits up, continuing to avoid Tom's eyes. "Nothing. You did nothing wrong." "So why the big fucking silent treatment?" "I...." /Because it was so goddamn good, that's why, and I couldn't leave you afterwards, because you have such a beautiful body and I want to be next to it, because you're doing something to me that I didn't expect./ "Fuck," Tom says after a few moments. "Okay, Mr. Silent Sitting Bull. We don't have to talk if you don't want to. Just take your stuff and get the hell out of here, and we'll both pretend this didn't happen." "No!" Chakotay is startled at the emotion he feels behind this simple syllable. He snaps his head around, looks into Tom's face, pale under the dim bedroom light. His hand reaches for Tom's shoulder and fastens on to it, needing to know that Tom is truly right there with him, that he is no apparition. "Gods...I'm sorry, Tom." He feels an answering touch on his own shoulder. "Okay. Now what's going on here?" Chakotay swallows, tries to find the words. "I planned to leave afterwards, go back to my quarters. Don't get me wrong. You were great. I enjoyed myself, but I didn't intend to sleep with you." "What changed your mind?" "I was tired. I didn't feel like walking all the way back to my quarters." Partly true, anyway. Tom considers this. "Okay. For what it's worth, I'm glad you stayed. I haven't slept so well in weeks." Chakotay smiles into the darkness. "Well, I'm happy to have helped." "You still sound like you want to leave." The commander can't answer this. He takes a couple of uneasy breaths, waiting for Tom to chide him again. But instead Tom's hand wanders from his shoulder to his face. "Don't go just yet," the pilot whispers, and begins to lean toward him. Chakotay tenses. Kissing is an act of intimacy, of commitment that he's not sure he feels. His eyes widen in slight panic as Tom's mouth meets his, the pilot's tongue sliding around his lips, gently opening them to move inside. Chakotay allows this but does not respond, his mind still confused about whether he wants this or not, whether this is right or not. Tom releases his mouth and pulls back. "Relax. I won't bite you. Unless you want me to." "Not right now," Chakotay answers in a monotone. Tom chuckles and places both his hands on the commander's shoulders. "Can I at least hold you for a few minutes?" "All right." Chakotay tries to put a little more enthusiasm into his voice. He lies back down on the bed. Tom stretches out beside him and places his head on the commander's chest, his right arm encircling Chakotay's body. Chakotay hugs the young man to him, enjoying the feel of his skin. "This is nice," Tom says after a few minutes. Chakotay does not speak. Instead he brings his hand up and begins to stroke Tom's hair. There is still a small panicked voice inside that is screaming at him to get up and leave, but the commander pushes it aside. This *does* feel good, and to hell with the consequences. Tom sighs and snuggles in closer. Chakotay stares at the ceiling. He realizes that he has lost control of the situation completely, that he is starting to feel emotions he hasn't felt in years. What started as simple lust is now evolving into something deeper. He can't call it 'love' yet, but he certainly *likes* Tom more than he did just the day before. Why? What did the young man do? No matter. It simply *is*. And now Tom is lifting his head, looking into Chakotay's eyes. The two men stare at each other in the gloom. Tom reaches up, pulls Chakotay's head down for a kiss, not insisting, just asking. And Chakotay responds, allowing part of himself to come out, wrapping his arms around the pilot, giving just a little back. Tom moans, and Chakotay can feel the man's hardness against his thigh. This is something he can deal with. He rolls Tom off of him and reaches down to grasp the young man's cock. "Ahhh...." Tom attacks his mouth once more, and Chakotay grunts as his own hardness is possessed by strong fingers. The two men strain against each other; tongues explore, hands demand satisfaction. Tom gives in first, shouting against Chakotay's neck, spurting his release between them. Chakotay throws his head back and once more gives himself up to Tom. Their seed merges and forms a small pool between their bodies. Tom collapses against Chakotay's shoulder. The older man shudders as a slight aftershock hits him. They lie together, breathing heavily, skin soaked with sweat and semen. Neither moves for a long while. At last Tom stirs. "I think we both need a shower. I'll go first, if you don't mind." --- The End