The BLTS Archive - Five Minutes
#4: Dangerous
by Maz (mazzy_sue@yahoo.com)

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Disclaimer: Everything Star Trekky belongs utterly to Paramount, and I
just borrow them occasionally for my own nefarious purposes!!

This one's for SuperCat, who writes amazing C/P, and cajoled me into
finally getting this written. Cat, now about part 6 of Angstrom.
Originally posted on ASC earlier this year. I think it has also been
posted on ASCEM recently, hence it's status as a REPOST. It's the
fourth episode of a five part series, the others being Five Minutes,
Trouble Breathing, Not Even Close and Serious.

Archive: R'rain, ASC. Others please ask.

Feedback: Feed me feed me *grin*

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The sound of the comm channel must have woken him up. He was half out
of the bed, scrubbing his hands across his face as he fought his way
to full consciousness.

"Shit... what time is it...?"

The computer answered neutrally that it was 03.00 hours. Tom looked in
the direction of the comm screen with sudden concern.

"Who just called me?"

"I did..."

Chakotay's quiet voice seemed to hang in the air. Tom swivelled his
body unconsciously towards the sound, suddenly very awake.

"Chakotay... is there a problem... do you need me on the
Bridge...?"

He was already fumbling on the floor for his uniform, dragging fingers
through his hair with one hand as he leant down.

"No problem... sorry,  shouldn't have disturbed you..."

Tom dropped the uniform back onto the floor and sat up, a tight curl
of delicious tension building in his stomach, his hand suddenly still
in his hair. There was silence in the room for a few seconds, and Tom
slowly leaned back on the bed, arms behind him, taking his weight.

"Tom... are you still there?"

Tom had to smile at the man's uneasiness. Silly question. Gods how he
loved the fact that he had this devastating effect on  Chakotay.  He
still could not quite accept the power they held over each other...
the power to change body temperatures... skin colour... heart- rate...
breathing patterns... it was an incredible thing, to be able to affect
another person so physically. His smile widened to a grin as he ran
his fingers across his own skin, but a tiny flutter of nerves hovered
behind his thoughts.

"I'm still here... why are you calling me up in the middle of the
night?"

Chakotay slid lower into his chair, feeling the rough fabric against
his back and thighs as he moved restlessly. The sound of Tom's voice,
the sound of him *grinning* for fucks sake was irresistible.

"I couldn't sleep..."

Tom snorted with suppressed laughter. "So what have you tried so far?"

Chakotay let his head fall back onto the chair. His hands rested on
his thighs, legs stretched out in front of him, toes curling into the
floor covering. He closed his eyes, and let Tom's voice roll over him.
He could still taste the man's skin, feel the press of his body
against his, all angles and hardness and heat.

"I've been thinking about earlier."

Tom felt the desire shoot through him like plasma. He had never felt
so... intoxicated by love as he felt with this man. They had kissed
a few hours ago and it had been like Armageddon. Like dying. Like
fire. The two men had parted shaken and a little afraid. They had
consumed each other, the eye contact had been almost impossible to
break, harder than the physical separation.

Tom remembered the sensation of falling, of dizzy vertigo as he looked
into the dark eyes only a few centimetres from his own.

"Fuck Chakotay, why aren't you here... beside me?"

Chakotay sucked in a lungful of air. He felt light headed, the room
turned lazily as he closed his eyes. His hands tensed on his thighs,
and he applied the smallest pressure with his finger tips to steady
them.

"I think it would be... dangerous to be too close."

Tom could hear the concealed laughter in the quiet voice that seemed
to breathe into his ear.

"Define danger, Commander" he replied, allowing his weight to pull him
down onto the bed, slightly curled to one side, one arm lying along
his hip and leg, the other idly stroking the fabric of the bed-cover.

"That which cause a physical reaction, adrenaline surge, muscle
tightening and pupil dilation..."

"Hmmm, seems to be a pretty damn accurate definition. What are you
basing your suggestions on?"

Chakotay increased the pressure of his fingertips on the rigid muscles
in his thighs. He breathed in short shallow gasps to even out the rush
of hormones, and shook his head to clear his vision. Suddenly the room
seemed very bright.

"First hand experience Lieutenant. Field studies."

Tom could hear the short frantic breaths as they filtered through the
comm system. He smiled a slow, unsteady smile as he mentally checked
off his own symptoms. He was suddenly dry mouthed and a little
panicky.

Suddenly he didn't feel so in control.

"Chakotay..."

"Tom?"

Chakotay heard the hint of fear in the pilot's voice. He rubbed his
fingers gently in small circular motions against his thigh, as if to
calm Tom. He only succeeded in finishing a process that had begun at
the first sound of the pilot's voice over the channel. He was now
demandingly, achingly hard, his cock high on his belly, hot and
swollen with blood.

"Chakotay... answer me honestly... are you finding this conversation
in any way arousing?"

It cost Tom a lot to ask so openly and his fear of rejection was
evident in his taut voice.

Chakotay smiled to himself. Tom was good at asking disguised
questions, and making amusing, dry comments. He found the direct
approach more unnerving. Chakotay was perversely pleased to have
discovered this tiny area of dominance. It was reassuring to feel a
little more in control. When Tom was near him physically, he could not
think, he could only feel. He had been terrified of his passion
initially, but now he could sense a similar reaction in Tom.

"If you could feel how much I want to fuck you Tom, you would NOT
need to ask that question."

There was a silence. Chakotay continued to run his fingertips over his
thighs, watching his own desire restlessly shifting on his stomach. He
scrupulously avoided touching himself, circling close, and then away
again, feeling his skin heated and taut beneath his trembling fingers.

"Are you touching yourself?"

Tom's question was barely a whisper. He curled more tightly on his
side, feeling his own erection lengthen and begin to rise.

"Yes, and I'm imagining it's your fingers that are softly stroking my
thighs..."

Tom's cock jerked into full arousal, the sensitive head lying against
his leg as he flexed his hips in reaction.

"Oh fuck, I'm so hard it's almost unbearable. It's you, Chakotay.
You're making me this hard. The skin is so tight, I can feel the blood
pumping..."

Tom slid one hand down his chest, raking the sparse chest hair and
allowing his nails to scrape over already hardening nipples. His soft
moan reached Chakotay just as strong brown fingers encountered the
engorged velvet of his own prick.

"What are you doing, Tom? Tell me EXACTLY......."

Tom laughed, a husky breathy sound that battered Chakotay's already
fragile control.

"I'm running my fingers over my stomach, feeling the muscles... you
were right, this is dangerous... "

There was a pause and Chakotay heard a sharp intake of breath, and
another breathless moan.

"My fingers are just reaching the beginning of the hair, you know, the
line of hair that runs down the belly to the..."

Tom was describing his actions very carefully. His fingers teased down
the hard flat planes of his belly, his cock straining towards his hand
as he circled round, tangling in his own dark, coarse hair. He stilled
his fingers with an effort, and ran his tongue over his dry mouth.

"Tell me about how hard you are, Chak... tell me how it feels... touch
your cock and tell me what you feel..."

Chakotay exhaled in a groan, and his fingers closed around his 
erection. It took considerable self possession not to thrust into
his fist and end the torture, but it was such sweet suffering. "It 
feels hot, like a fever. And hard... so fucking hard... and yet soft, 
I can feel the seed filling inside, and the blood, it feels alive, 
like an animal. Jesus Tom..."

Tom's eyes had closed and he was reaching his fingers lower now,
prolonging the pleasure for as long as he could bear. He would tip
Chakotay over the edge first. He smiled a small, incandescent smile at
the thought.

"Chakotay... I want you to fuck yourself. Use your fingers, and
imagine me, lying here with my cock in my hand. Listen to my voice. I
want to hear you come, I want to make you incoherent. Stroke the
shaft, use your nails, imagine my fingers on you, around you, inside
you... imagine my mouth kissing your belly, biting your thighs... Gods
I can taste the sweat on your luscious skin already... I'm licking
your belly, down that line of hair... pulling with my teeth, sucking
on those muscles... feeling them tense beneath me, feeling your cock
brushing my face as I kiss the tops of your thighs... Fuck... I can
smell you... that incredibly dark scent of a man's sex..."

Tom took a shuddering breath as he clamped his fingers tightly into
the bedclothes. He needed Chakotay to come first... then he could
touch himself and relieve the escalating desire that threatened to
wipe out his control.

Chakotay was thrusting agonisingly into his slippery fingers, one had
gripping the chair for balance as he surged forward, his head thrown
back, the muscles in his throat working to control his mounting cries.
Tom's words were like arrows of lust, and he was so close... he could
feel the orgasm building, his breath coming in huge gasps.

"Chakotay... can you feel how much I love you... can you feel my need,
can you feel my mouth, my tongue around your cock... I want to taste
your love in my mouth, I want to feel you lose control, Oh sweet Jesus
I need to feel you come inside me..."

Tom's spiralling emotions broke Chakotay's last vestiges of control.
He came with a gasping cry, arching into the sensation, his hand
gripped convulsively around his cock as the milky semen fell burning
onto his stomach and fingers. He drew a shuddering breath, and slumped
back into the chair, sticky fingers releasing their grip as the
muscles relaxed.

"Tom... Tom... " he murmured in a soft, lazy voice.

Tom was convulsed on his bed, the sound of Chakotay losing control had
been almost too much to bear. His hand hovered around his own
erection, his desire was now painful, and he could hardly bear to
touch himself. He needed release. He needed Chakotay.

"I need... I want... Oh Gods, Chakotay..."

I'm here my love... let me help you... let me touch you... let me
stroke you and feel you thrust into my hands..."

Tom allowed his fingers to touch himself. He slid down to where his
cock curved tightly outwards and upward from the dark tangle of hair
at the base of his belly. He wrapped both hands around himself and
abandoned himself to Chakotay's quiet, powerful voice.

"Let me take you in my fingers and feel the length of you, the weight
of your arousal. I can feel you in my hands Tom, hot and heavy. Now I
am moving my hands around you, squeezing tight, using that delicious
drop of come to help me stroke you..."

Tom rubbed the tip of his cock with his thumbs, feeling the pre-cum
sliding over his fingers. This was not going to take very long. He
tightened his grip and waited for Chakotay's voice.

"I am fucking you with my hands Tom... let me feel you... Gods... you
are like soft steel... fuck faster... let it go... let me love you
like you love me... let me hear your passion..."

Tom was sobbing now, small intense sobs as he slid his prick into his
fist and out again, the friction and the sound of Chakotay's voice
sending him rapidly to a climax.

"Can you hear this?" He managed to mutter with dry humour just before
he exploded with a sharp blast of sensation, his body tightening and
then loosening as the orgasm ripped through him like a flash fire.
Chakotay grinned with satisfaction as he heard Tom cry out from
between gritted teeth. He lay back in his chair, eyes dark with
satiated passion.

Tom flexed on the bed, and rolled luxuriously onto his back, feeling
the cooling wetness on his stomach. He shivered a little. Chakotay
heard the small sound and noticed the trembling of his own body.

"Computer... increase temperature in my quarters by 10 degrees."

"Temperature increased."

Both men laughed softly as they heard the other give the same order.

"Chakotay...?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"You need to add *fluctuating body temperatures* to your dangerous
definition."

"YOU are my definition of dangerous, Tom!"

Tom grinned, pulling the bed cover over himself, curving into the
space where another body would fit so perfectly.

"We haven't even begun to explore that definition yet, Commander!" he
murmured.

Chakotay's answering smile drifted with him into sleep.

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The End