Tom looked up from the datapadd,
letting it drop to his lap as he contemplated the man across the room.
Chakotay's back was to him. He sat at his desk, concentrating intently
on the viewer before him. Tom sighed. Probably trying to figure out the
Hirogen's hunt flight patterns, which had thus far puzzled everyone on
board Voyager. Thinking of hunts, however, got Tom's mind drifting
to a subject closer to home.
He lay the padd on the couch beside
him and stealthily climbed to his feet, eyes never leaving the dark head
bent over the terminal. Glad he had pulled his boots off earlier, Tom padded
around the perimeter of the room, keeping just out of Chakotay's visual
He had started to slowly move in
for the kill when he saw Chakotay tense. Tom stopped dead in his tracks,
holding his breath. Chakotay's hand reached for a disk laying nearby and
inserted it into the terminal's slot. He returned his attention back to
the readout of the terminal.
Slowly letting out his breath, Tom
began moving forward again. He was almost within range when Chakotay's
back tensed once more and he started to turn in his chair. Tom pounced.
A surprised Chakotay ended up with
an armful of Tom Paris. His chair tipped and they went over backwards.
The air in Chakotay's lungs was pushed out in a loud oof! as he
hit the deck and then Tom landed atop him. He had no time to catch his
breath before Tom's lips began nuzzling at his neck. Lips moved up to nibble
at his ear and then to his left temple, tracing a heated path across the
tattoo and over to the other temple and back across the eyelids. Tom's
lips sizzled a trail down Chakotay's face to hover over his lips, leaving
Disappointed, Chakotay opened his
eyes. Blue eyes stared into his, twinkling with a mischievous light that
had a dangerous flame lurking in the background, waiting to be ignited.
"You want me," Tom said in a low
voice that sounded suspiciously like a contented lion's purr. "Say it.
You want me."
Chakotay tried to move and realized
that not only did Tom have him pinned with his body but he was holding
his wrists in a strong grasp above his head. No time for this tonight,
an inner voice warned him. You want him. Just admit it and give in.
Let him have you.
After one brief attempt at a struggle
to free himself, he froze, like prey caught in his predator's sights. "I
want you." Chakotay's voice came out half strangled, all his senses targeted
on the feel of the body covering his.
The hunter moved in. Lips captured
lips in an all out declaration of passion. Someone moaned. Loudly.
Me, thought Chakotay in amazement.
was me groaning. He gave in, allowing his capture to become complete.
It was a quick and painless possession.
Tom had their clothes off in record
time. No preliminaries. No foreplay. Both were more than ready. Tom lifted
Chakotay's hips, heaving a pillow underneath, then their frenzied lovemaking
turned tender as Tom gentled him into readiness to accept him. Chakotay's
moans turned into long and drawn out cries of need, making Tom's hardness
ache for his lover. Tom grinned. It had been awhile since he'd seen Chakotay
completely let go like this.
Chakotay drew his legs up, encouraging
Tom. Tom plunged in and they rode the wave, both barely managing to stay
atop the swell. Then they crested and it overtook them. They plunged into
the depths of frenzied lovemaking as the full force of their passion surged
forth like a tidal wave.