Bait and Switch, Part Ten


By Britta

Chakotay rolled over and flung an arm around Tom. Sleepily, he thought that this was what Tom would feel, if he'd do it, once they were switched back, and if they decided to continue seeing each other. He wondered about that. Would the magic remain when they were back to normal?
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In the last thirty-six hours they'd spent every spare off-duty second in bed together. There had been little in the way of conversation; mostly they had gone to town exploring themselves--and each other.
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Chakotay vaguely recalled the look on his face when Tom had given him head. He'd smiled as the two of them agreed that sucking seemed more difficult than fucking--at least while they were in each other's bodies. Both men looked forward to trying it when they had the opportunity to really do so. After all, neither were capable of auto-fellatio in the first place.
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Still smiling at the memory, Chakotay thought that the few words they'd exchanged were important. Tom had been right, there was more to this than it appeared to be. It was better. Sex all by itself was nothing compared to the connection they felt.
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Lazily, Chakotay caressed the smooth chest and Tom mumbled, "Not again."
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Chakotay murmured, "No?"
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"No."
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"Why not?"
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Tom replied with a smirk in his voice, "If you want to be able to walk after we get switched back, you'll take my word for it."
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"Oh, all right." Chakotay contented himself with snuggling instead.
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Just as he was drifting off to sleep again, Tom said, "You surprised me, Chakotay. I didn't expect you to be a sex machine."
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"Me? You're the one with the ever-hard dick," said Chakotay, yawning and blinking, trying to focus his eyes in the near dark of Tom's quarters.
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"It hasn't been that hard that often since I don't know when," Tom snorted. "I think you being in my body must have something to do with it."
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Chakotay grinned. "Maybe yes, maybe no. I think the same about you. I can't recall the last time my cock was at attention for so long."
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"Hmm. That's what you say now. Let's see what happens once we're back in our own bodies." Tom shifted position but didn't move away.
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Several moments passed and Chakotay spoke his thoughts aloud. "Tom? Do you think we'd ever have got to this point without being switched?"
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"I don't know. Somehow, I doubt it. I'd probably still be with B'Elanna, getting batted around like a cat's toy--hey, can you imagine her being turned into a cat?" Tom rolled over and looked at Chakotay with a smile full of wicked dimples.
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Chakotay smiled back, practically feeling those very same dimples as a measure of mirth. "Actually, I can. She hisses and spits as it is, plus she's got the sharp teeth and claws already." He rubbed Tom's shoulder and watched the memories of the woman cross Tom's mind, very clearly reflected on his face. He hoped he hadn't gone too far with his analogy.
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After watching and waiting, he began to apologize but Tom cut him off with a bark of laughter.
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"What?" Chakotay asked.
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Tom reanimated his grin and said, "If she were turned into a cat today, Dalby wouldn't be safe anywhere on this ship, not even in that cage in Geron's quarters!"
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Chakotay shook his head. "Tom, I know they don't get along, but I don't think she'd go that far."
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"Yes, she would." Tom wedged a knee between Chakotay's legs and continued, "She'd kill him and eat him. And then our intrepid XO--"
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"You mean you, of course," Chakotay interjected.
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"Of course--would have to figure out what to do about it."
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There were times when Chakotay wondered about Tom's sense of humor; this was one of them. Before he could ask Tom what he would do to handle a situation like that, the alarm went off, startling him.

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Tom bounced out of bed, feeling thoroughly energized. Life was good. He felt he had discovered the right path for sure this time. "Come on, Chakotay! Rise and shi-i-ine!"
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Chakotay grimaced and said, "Why do we have to get up so early? I thought you told me we had today off."
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"We do. All day. After we get back from the planet, that is." Tom leaned down and tugged Chakotay to his feet, then laid a huge kiss on the man trying to stave off the frown and indignant rejoinder he expected.
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What surprised him was when Chakotay nearly dragged him into the shower without saying a thing. He was scrubbed down faster than he thought possible, kissed quickly, rinsed off and tossed out before he had time to complain.
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As he began to dry off, Chakotay finished his own washing and hopped out. Tom watched as Chakotay dried himself and dressed in record time. He was both amused and dismayed by his lover's need for speed. Did the man want to be rid of him that much? He couldn't make sense of the dichotomy between Chakotay's earlier actions and his intense haste of the present moment. He stood there stupidly, trying to figure it out, feeling as if he had burned another bridge without thinking it through.
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He was rudely awakened from his mental wanderings by Chakotay's grabbing the towel from hands and rubbing it vigorously all over his head saying, "Would you hurry up! We don't want to be late."
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Tom dutifully dried off and went into the bedroom, only to find his clothes laid out for him and Chakotay stepping through the door with a cup of coffee in hand. He dressed and accepted the coffee wondering if he was reading the situation all wrong. Taking a sip, he felt the jolt of caffeine hit him and it seemed to wake up more than his brain from the emotional lethargy that had descended in the last few minutes.
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He set the cup aside, noted Chakotay's tapping foot of impatience, and demanded, "Why are you in such a rush? Do you want to get rid of me that badly?"
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Chakotay seemed shocked. Without allowing the man to reply, Tom went on, "I'm not leaving this cabin without an answer."
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Tom thought his face looked sad. He couldn't be sure though; he hadn't spent much time gazing into mirrors when sadness had entered his life. He wasn't sure what to expect when Chakotay approached him, but he relaxed when the older man stopped in front of him and held out his arms. "Come here."
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He did as ordered and was enveloped in a hug so tight, so right, he barely heard the words whispered into his ear. "I want us to be back in our own bodies, so I can make love to all of you at once. And I want to do it all day long. Is that a good enough reason for me to be in hurry?"
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His fears dissolved into the far-flung reaches of the Delta Quadrant and he smiled as he thought he shouldn't ever doubt Chakotay. A long kiss and several reassuring squeezes later, Tom said, "Let's go."

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Chakotay felt his own body surround him with the comfort only a truly well-worn pair of shoes could provide. Gods, it was good to be back in it. When they neared the beam-out location, he said, "I have an errand to do. I'll meet you in my--your--quarters in an hour."
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Tom fidgeted but nodded once as he climbed onto the platform, a searching gaze being the only thing he left behind as he dematerialized in a shower of sparkles. Chakotay knew that look well after having seen it in the mirror for the last week. Tom was uncertain. Well, he'd just have to conclude his business here post haste and see the captain for an abbreviated meeting, then he could spend some more quality time with Tom. He grinned to himself as he loped off toward the city center.

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His cabin felt weird. He felt weird. Being back in his own body just added to the weirdness. Tom wandered around his quarters aimlessly, not thinking about much of anything.
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He shrugged his shoulders and stretched his legs, pacing back and forth in the tiny living room that was his. What would happen next? Despite what Chakotay had said earlier, his doubts returned. Should he get undressed and lie on his bed, waiting naked for his lover to return? Or should he replicate breakfast and have it ready to share with Chakotay while they discussed things in a civilized fashion? He didn't know.
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Meandering into his bedroom, the scent of their combined bodies hit him hard. It smelled good. His dick twitched in his pants and a smile broke out on his face. There was no way Chakotay could leave him, not if he smelled this sensual perfume. Still smiling, Tom ripped the sheets from the bed and decided to replace them with clean ones.
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His plan was to leave the aromatic set under the bed, where the scent of their lovemaking would sneak up and permeate the room. He tossed his secret weapon aside and requested clean sheets. After remaking the bed and throwing the dirty towels in the refresher, he grabbed the stained linen and dropped to his knees.
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He pulled the used sheets into long, loosely rolled tubes and flipped up the bedspread to lay them beneath it. What the fuck? Tom peered under his bed only to see a jumble of his belongings crammed inside the small space. And Chakotay had said he'd put his stuff away. Shaking his head, he continued to implement his own idea of creating the correct ambience to seduce a lover under strange circumstances, and decided he'd get even with Chakotay on the house-cleaning front somewhere down the line.
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Placing fresh towels within handy reach, but out of sight, Tom rose and headed for the living room. He plopped down on the short sofa and waited for Chakotay to show up. As he did so, his stomach growled, and he pondered the possibilities for breakfast.

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Chakotay stood in front of Tom's door and ran a hand through his hair. It felt good to be back in his body. His chores were done, he'd commed the captain, and now it was time to start a new relationship, beginning all over again. Should he ring the doorchime or just walk on in?
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'Do it right,' his soul told him. With that, he rang the chime and waited.
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"Come in."
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He entered and stood just far enough inside the room to let the door close behind him. Tom rose from the sofa and turned to face him. For the first time in a week--no, in a lifetime, Chakotay looked at Tom Paris with the eyes of a lover. He saw Tom, back in his own body and felt a tugging sensation in his chest. How much was brought on by a strange proprietary feeling about that body, he didn't know, but he was aware it was there.
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"Hi." Chakotay licked his lips and willed his nervousness away.
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Tom seemed to pick up on his feelings, but kept his expression neutral. "Hi. What took you so long to get here?"
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"I, uh, had a couple of things to check on."
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"Like what?" Tom moved a step closer.
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Letting out a deep breath, Chakotay relaxed a little, and replied, "I needed to speak with the captain."
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"What'd she say?"
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Chakotay matched Tom's earlier step forward. "Not much. I updated her on our status," he pointed to their bodies, "and was informed that she would be allowing herself to take advantage of the next shoreleave rotation, starting tomorrow morning."
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"So we still have today off?" Tom grinned and moved within striking distance.
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"Yes. All day. All night, too." Chakotay dug into his pocket and brought out a small box. He handed it to Tom and said, "This is for you."
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Tom took it with a puzzled glance and tore off the top. Chakotay watched carefully as Tom registered the gift's significance. It seemed to do the trick, as the blond's fair skin turned pink, and he said with a huge smile, "Thank you."
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"You're welcome." Chakotay stared at the miniature shuttle resting in Tom's hand, and thought he'd done the right thing.
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"Why did you get this for me?" Tom asked, his gaze locked on to the small carving. "It's what got us into trouble in the first place."
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Chakotay moved to Tom's side and slid an arm around his waist. "I know." He looked up into those pretty blue eyes he'd become used to seeing in the mirror, and thought they were far more beautiful now. "That's exactly why I bought it. No matter what happens, I wanted you to remember this time."
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Tom glanced down at the bauble in his hand, then set it carefully on the table. "I'll have to find a good place to put it, a place of honor, you know, like I have for all my other stuff."
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Seeing Tom's lips twitch, Chakotay realized Tom had found out about his housekeeping practices. But, more than that, he became aware of how much he wanted to kiss Tom. "Can we discuss my dispensation of your 'stuff' a little later?"
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Tom nodded and pulled Chakotay into an embrace. "Sure."
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Chakotay ran his hands up and down Tom's back, getting used to the feel of being in this position. "Good, because right now I want to kiss you."
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"Mmm. I want that, too," Tom murmured.
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Matching actions to words, Chakotay kissed Tom's lips for the first time. It was different than before; much better than he hoped. The height difference didn't bother him at all. Nothing bothered him. And if the way Tom was grabbing his ass told him anything, it didn't bother Tom either.
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When they finally broke for air, Chakotay panted, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
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Tom shot him an incredulous glance and dragged him into the bedroom. His nostrils were suddenly filled with the heavy fragrance of sex, and every thought of food was blasted out of his mind. So much for the niceties.
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As Tom was peeling off his clothes, Chakotay said, "We can eat later."
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"Like hell, I want to eat you, right now," Tom replied.
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"At least join me in being naked first."
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"No problem."
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Chakotay lay on the bed and observed Tom getting undressed. He moved over as Tom flopped down beside him then settled his body on top like a sentient bedspread.
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They kissed again and again until they got used to it. Tom squirmed all over the place, rubbing his erection against any and all parts of Chakotay's body. "Damn, but you have such smooth skin."
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"I do?" Chakotay reached around and gripped Tom's ass in both hands. "I think you have pretty smooth skin, too--in some places."
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"Oh god," Tom groaned. "You're going to fuck me into a pile of mush again, aren't you?"
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"Mm hmm. That I am. Don't forget my ass is the sore one at this point...but I can still walk, among other things." Chakotay sucked the soft skin below Tom's left ear until he gave in and collapsed in a boneless heap.
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"Okay, Chakotay. I know when I'm licked."
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"Not yet, you don't," Chakotay said as he flipped Tom over onto his back and rested his weight on top of the long, beautiful body below. He leaned down for another deep kiss, then rose up enough to say, "By the time we go on duty tomorrow morning, you will know just how thoroughly licked you can be."
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Blue eyes, flashing with humor and desire met his own brown ones, which he knew were bright with lust of his own. Tom smiled at him, wrapped his arms and legs around him and said, "Prove it."
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Chakotay, dimples out in full force, ignored all thoughts of what he'd have to face in the morning, and proceeded to do so.

THE END OF PART TEN AND THE END (FOR NOW)

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