In Dreams, Part 11


By Britta

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After a very late lunch, Tom sat at the conn and tried not to shift around too much. His ass still hurt and it was distracting him from his current reason for being, that of flying.
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In a few minutes they would arrive at the first set of coordinates that he'd chosen as a safe pit stop. The other pilots had approved his course, the Doctor and Chakotay had backed him up and the Captain had ordered him to get them there ASAP and in one piece.
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He was aware that Tuvok stood behind him, scowling in his Vulcan manner, but he was far more concerned about what would happen to himself once his concentration was broken.
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They arrived and maintained their position using the automated helm controls. Tom then relaxed and waited for his lover to come and take him away.
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He thought back to when they had presented the plan to the Captain and he knew they had a few hours before moving on to the next stage of their journey. He closed his eyes briefly and remembered that the time spent here really depended on what the Doctor would find.
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Chakotay approached and helped Tom to his feet saying softly, "Let's go to Sickbay."
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They shared kisses and hugs of reassurance in the turbolift, yet Tom felt both relieved and disappointed that they wouldn't be alone for very long.
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The suspense was obviously getting to them. If things were to intensify to the degree they feared, then being in public should help.
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Holding Chakotay's hand tightly, he looked over at the older man and saw wrinkles where there had been none before. Sighing to himself, he became grateful for the soreness he felt. He ingrained the feeling into memory in case he would not experience it again.
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The fear that he would never again feel Chakotay holding him so tightly and taking him out of his loneliness was growing. He wanted to love and be loved, and be made love to, for the rest of his life.
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The hours passed quickly and Chakotay was both surprised and gratified that he still felt the same. He was also in control of himself, barely, and Tom appeared to be as well.
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The Doctor had checked them out first and then let them go while he made the rounds of the rest of the crew. As they went to the mess hall to get dinner, Chakotay noted several instances where the crew they passed seemed not to see them.
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He wondered if they were so wrapped up in themselves that they couldn't notice anything else. If that was the case, he felt certain that they wouldn't get much closer to the planet at all.
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They finished their meals silently and headed for Tom's cabin. As they walked down the corridor together, he asked, "Are you all right? I saw how uncomfortable you seemed earlier."
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Paris just grinned at him and replied, "I'm fine, Chakotay."
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The Commander returned Tom's grin and looked around. Seeing that they were alone, he patted Tom's ass and said smugly, "Yes, indeed you were."
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Tom chuckled and opened the doors to his quarters. Once inside, the blond took advantage of being on his home turf and spun Chakotay around, kissing him quickly. "I want you," he said, his voice as low and seductive as he could make it.
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Chakotay grated back, "We don't know how much time we have." He was feeling the rise of passion again and although the professional part of him screamed 'caution', the rest told him to do what he felt was right.
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He wanted Tom to take him. Now, while they were awake. He needed to know what it would be like to give himself to his lover deliberately. A sense of time running out infused him and he wanted more than anything to do it all before it was too late.
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Tom stared into his eyes and seemed to understand and share his urgency. Blue eyes became beacons of sanity as Tom's voice both calmed him and promised the moon.
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Chakotay let himself be led to Tom's bed and listened to his whispers.
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"Let me love you, Chakotay...just this one time. Please, let me love you...."
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Strong fingers teased his doubts away and he gave in. There were no Tarzan and Jane jokes this time. He allowed himself to let go of his fears when Tom licked his lips gently, persuading him to open his mouth and let his young lover inside.
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Tom tasted sweet flesh, memorizing the texture and scent of Chakotay's body. It felt as if he was made just for this purpose, to bring his lover pleasure. He idly wondered if people could become addicted to each other as he slid his tongue between Chakotay's lips.
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Such a wonderful feeling, Tom thought, as his fingers stroked the brown flesh exposed by hastily discarded clothing. He wanted to be inside Chakotay, to share his skin, have it surround them both.
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Chakotay rolled over and Tom covered him with his body, touching length for length. He kissed the back of Chakotay's neck and gently bit down on the nearest shoulder wringing a gasp from the older man.
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Tom nibbled a path down Chakotay's spine while one slippery hand made its way between soft cheeks. Moans and sighs filled the room as he moved into position.
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Before entering him, Tom leaned over and kissed Chakotay again, then he used his knees to spread Chakotay's legs. Ever so slowly, he pushed inside as the tight muscles relaxed, inviting him to get closer, go deeper.
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Once fully sheathed in the warm body under him, he stopped and held still, waiting. He felt Chakotay release his breath and totally relax. Settling his weight over his dark-haired lover, he began to move.
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Ah, this was what he wanted, what he yearned for. Waves of pleasure broke over him as the friction warmed them both. He slipped his hand under Chakotay's hip and grasped the hardness he found, drawing forth a muffled groan.
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He sped up a little and took most of his weight onto his left arm, freeing Chakotay so that they both could move. Sweat dripped off his face as his breathing grew more ragged.
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"Gods, Tom...harder," Chakotay panted.
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Hearing the passion in his lover's voice pushed Tom into overdrive and he thrust in repeatedly, deeply, in counterpoint to the strokes he gave to Chakotay's hard cock.
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"Yes! More!" Chakotay demanded.
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Suddenly, Tom felt the body beneath him go rigid and his hand was filled with hot, sticky liquid. He then let himself go and a moment later reached his own peak, collapsing on top of Chakotay.
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Long minutes passed as Tom lay upon Chakotay like a damp blanket. He finally kissed the neck beneath his lips and sighed. His cock had softened to the point where all Chakotay had to do was breathe and it slipped out.
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Tom rolled onto his side and looked at his lover. God, the man was beauty incarnate. Reaching out to stroke the broad shoulders, he was almost overwhelmed by his emotions. Making love was so much more intense when they were awake.
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Chakotay was beyond the beyond. Tom stared at him as if waiting for an answer to a question he didn't know. He reached over and pulled Tom's face close to his own. "I love you," he whispered.
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Before Tom could respond, their badges chirped and their names were called as they were ordered to report to the bridge. Flailing around until one of them found a badge and pounded on it, they gazed at one another and replied in unison, "We're on our way."
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A quick, unsatisfying sonic shower followed by rapidly getting dressed didn't help Chakotay's state of mind at all. He wanted to think about what they'd done, have the luxury of enough time to appreciate their actions.
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He was grateful that at least it wasn't a red alert. If that were the case, he and Tom would go to the bridge reeking of their shared passion. As it was, they were both still in the throes of something indefinable.
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Tom was quiet as they walked down the corridor to the turbolift. Chakotay's ass sent him never-ending reminders of what they'd just done and yet he was far more concerned about Tom's silence.
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Entering the 'lift, he took Tom's face into his hands, forcing the man to look at him. "Are you all right?"
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Tom stared back at him for a moment then asked worriedly, "Are you?"
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Chakotay relaxed a little and softened his expression. He wished they'd had some time to spend together after their latest encounter but all he could do now was try to reassure his lover that everything was okay.
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He hugged Tom and kissed him, running a finger under his jaw and cupping his chin. "Tom, I'm fine," he stated. "And so are you."
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Tom sighed and leaned into another kiss. "If you say so."
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"I do. Just think about it...both of us will be squirming in our chairs on the bridge." He smiled at Tom, willing him to accept the fact that they were in this together, come hell or high water. Amusement of their particular situation shone in his eyes and finally Tom recognized it.
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A huge grin split Tom's face and he squeezed Chakotay tight. Trying to speak coherently through his mirth, he failed, and yet the smile would not leave him.
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Chakotay was relieved and as the 'lift doors opened and deposited them on the bridge, he felt a sense of peace hover just beyond his reach.
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Tom was still smiling as Chakotay pushed him gently toward his station. He looked around before taking his seat and noticed that the Captain and Tuvok were standing side-by-side, hovering over the Tactical display.
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Ensign Kim was at Ops but he wasn't alone, or at least not for very long. Torres found excuse after excuse to move away from the Engineering console and stayed as close to Harry as she could.
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Tom was amused by the antics of his fellow officers, especially when Seven arrived on the bridge, followed so closely by Chell that he seemed to be her shadow.
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He settled into his place at the conn and waited for instructions. After a moment or two, his amusement faded as he felt compelled to rise and go to Chakotay. Frowning, he turned his chair around and caught the stone gaze of the Doctor.
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Before he could think another thought, Chakotay was at his side, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere without you." With that promise, Chakotay took the other pilot's chair next to Tom.
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"Thank god. I almost panicked there for a second." He took a deep breath and let it out, then looked at his lover. "I'm not sure what's going on."
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Chakotay looked over his shoulder and said, "The Doctor is monitoring all of us, including the Captain. Don't worry about flying; we plotted this course together and we can fly it together."
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Heedless of the fact that the Doctor was overseeing everything, he reached for Chakotay and pulled him into a one-armed embrace. His worries evaporated when his lover kissed him right there, on the mouth, in front of everyone on the bridge.
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A loud clearing of the throat brought him back to his senses and he saw that everyone else was similarly affected. The Doctor pursed his lips, stared at the Captain and intoned, "It's time to get this show on the road."
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Tom watched as Janeway blushed, returned to the Captain's chair and said, "Of course, Doctor, you are correct. Mr. Paris, take us to the next set of 'safe' coordinates."
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"Yes, ma'am," he responded automatically. As his fingers glided over the helm console, he sensed Chakotay beside him, watching. He felt the Commander's presence as a supportive one and was grateful for it.
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As time passed and they drew closer to the planet, Tom felt his ability to concentrate being tested. He didn't want to fly anymore. All his mind could register was the need to be in Chakotay's arms.
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It appeared he wasn't the only one having problems. Janeway hadn't lasted three minutes in her chair before she was back at Tuvok's side.
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The same thing happened to Torres. He glanced around the bridge and saw that everyone was glued to their ersatz mates.
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Shaking his head, he looked over to Chakotay who was fighting his impulses as well. He leaned into the Commander's personal space and whispered, "What are we going to do? I feel like I'm going to explode or go nuts if I can't touch you."
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"I know what you mean," Chakotay whispered back. "Here, does this help?" He threw an arm over Tom's shoulders and leaned in closely but tried not to impede Tom's range of motion.
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Letting out his breath in a whoosh, he replied, "Yeah, it does. It's not enough but it'll have to do."
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Chakotay clung to Tom one-handed feeling the rush of hormonal need go through him like a tornado. He hung on to Tom in order to stay sane and looked around the bridge noticing that every single person, with the exception of the Doctor, was touching those that they'd paired with.
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The Doctor roamed around aiming a tricorder at each member of the crew. He frowned and Chakotay wondered how long this would go on before he called a halt to their progress.
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He watched as the Doctor approached Tuvok. Janeway was draped over the Vulcan like a living cape and the strange thing was that Tuvok didn't seem to be bothered by all that physical contact with a human.
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Bringing his attention back to the helm, he noticed he was absently rubbing Tom's neck and shoulders drawing sighs of appreciation and a sense of growing arousal between them. Tom glanced at him and licked his lips and he felt his cock twitch in reaction.
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Before he could get lost in the fantasy of Tom turning on the auto-pilot then dropping to his knees and sucking him off right here, he heard the Doctor clear his throat.
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"Captain. We have gone far enough. I suggest we stop right where we are and re-evaluate our situation."
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Janeway curled her fingers around Tuvok's and replied huskily, "I don't think so, Doctor. We need to find out what's down there." She didn't even bother to look at the Doctor but locked her eyes onto Tuvok's.
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"But Captain, the hormone and enzyme levels of the bridge crew are deviating more and more from the baseline the closer we get. It will affect their judgement and most likely their behavior in unpredictable ways. I also worry that the remainder of the crew will suffer even more serious symptoms." The Doctor attempted to get her attention but was not successful.
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Chakotay felt he should do something about it but he was too intent on the sensation of Tom's hair as he ran his fingers through it. It felt alive and he couldn't resist it; such softness begged for his touch. All softness was calling to him. Tom's lips, the skin of his throat....
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Blue eyes looked up from helm and directly into his. That was when he lost it completely.
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With the last shred of self control he had, he engaged the auto-pilot with one hand while pulling Tom into his lap with the other. He swivelled the chair around and saw Tuvok carry the Captain into her Ready Room.
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Tom grabbed hold of him as if he were a flotation device in a rough sea. He barely heard the Doctor declaring them all unfit for duty and ordering the computer to follow his orders only until further notice. He was both glad and relieved that they had prepared for this eventuality.
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His clothing was being removed systematically and he didn't care. He saw various other couplings taking place around him and he didn't mind that either. Some part of his brain was reassured that the Doctor had things under control so the rest of him felt comfortable about letting things go the way they were headed.
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Tom rose and pulled him over to the Captain's chair, stripping him completely then pushing him into place. He wondered what Tom had in mind as he looked over at Ops and saw B'Elanna naked from the waist down riding Harry who only wore tatters of his uniform.
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Chakotay was surprised by Tom, nude except for his socks, and erect, standing in front of him. He reached for his hot, young lover and grabbed him around the waist. "What do you want?" he growled.
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"Suck me," Tom grated, gripping his ears and pulling him down and forward.
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He complied eagerly although he wondered why he had to sit naked in the Captain's chair to do it. Fondling Tom's balls with one hand, he reached around with the other and played between pale cheeks. Gods, this was great. He felt drunk with the sensations of Tom's cock in his mouth, his body in his hands and the fact that they were on the bridge and not alone in their passion just spurred him on to greater exertion.
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Tom was moaning loudly and trembling under his touch. He felt his ears pay the price when Tom came explosively. Having no option or desire to do anything differently, he swallowed and waited until Tom let him go.
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Finally able to look up and rub his ears, Chakotay saw Seven and Chell out of the corner of his eye. The front of Chell's pants was moving and he tore his gaze away, afraid he might laugh: it seemed that Tom had been correct about the Bolian.
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As curious as he was about Seven's subsequent actions, he was distracted by Tom hauling him to his feet and kissing him hard. A hand tugged on his erection, pulling him toward the helm.
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"Come over here, Chakotay. I want you to fuck me over the conn." Tom released his hold on the Commander's cock and sank to his knees, taking it into his mouth.
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Chakotay saw the Doctor at Tactical, knew he was recording everything for posterity and didn't give a damn. His lover was sucking him, people were fucking all around him and it was wonderful.
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He managed to gather a few thoughts together between intense sucks and said, "Tom, I won't fuck you without lube."
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Paris let go of Chakotay's cock slowly then rested his butt on his heels. "You won't have to," Tom smirked as he pulled a tiny tube of lube out of his sock.
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The Commander took the tube and smiled so widely his dimples made an appearance. "You think of everything, don't you?"
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"We Starfleet types are supposed to be prepared...." Tom got to his feet and kissed Chakotay. He leered, "I know we have an audience but I don't give a shit. I want you to fuck me right here and now."
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Tom turned around and bent over the conn, spreading his legs and offering his ass to his lover, his commanding officer.
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As Chakotay opened the small tube with one hand, he heard a scream come from the direction of the Ready Room. Smiling even more widely, he patted Tom's ass gently.
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A moment later, after the Doctor had stalked off the bridge mumbling dire imprecations, he parted Tom's cheeks with one hand and slid a wet finger inside him with the other. Spirits, this whole thing was so weird he wasn't sure what the outcome would be.
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Still, he knew what he felt like doing. Grinning, he greased up his dick and leaned over Tom. Sliding inside the pilot while he was bent over the conn might have interesting repercussions later but for right now, he could care less.
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Tom moaned with each and every thrust. His muscles clenched in time to Chakotay's breathing. The two of them forgot everything: what they were, where they were, and most importantly, who they were.
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Chakotay thrust harder and faster as Tom braced himself against the helm, bucking back, wanting more. A series of shrieks came from the rest of the bridge and muffled cries sounded from the Ready Room as Chakotay leaned down and bit the back of Tom's neck.
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Tom howled his pleasure and they came together, slumping over the helm and making a real mess on the console.
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Breathing hard, Chakotay forced Tom to look at him and pressed their lips together. Kissing Tom over and over and murmuring soothing yet grateful nonsense was the last thing he remembered before he passed out.
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Tom was blown away and being squashed while lying over the conn. He was only really cognizant of the fact that Chakotay had done everything he'd been told to do. He wasn't sure where his ideas had come from but he was glad Chakotay had gone along with him.
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He smiled to himself and felt his cock cupped protectively in the other man's hand. His ass was pleasantly stuffed and Chakotay was playing the blanket game again. It was so nice, he sighed appreciatively.
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Tom was warm and full and lying over the conn. All was as it should be, he thought. He grinned and drifted off into oblivion totally unaware of the gas that flooded the bridge deck.
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