In Dreams, Part 5


By Britta

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Chakotay felt Tom's arms surrounding him. The slightly taller, leaner body pressed against his own and he acknowledged the undeniable fact that kissing Tom for real was a whole lot better than he ever dreamed--or hallucinated.
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He moved his hands up to Tom's face and slowly disengaged their mouths. Sucking in the last drop of Tom's saliva that had been so generously shared, he mumbled against the still-wet lips, "We have to go to Sickbay."
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"Why?" Tom murmured as he moved his mouth over to Chakotay's ear.
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Breathing hard and feeling sharp teeth begin to tease him, Chakotay gasped, "Because if we don't, the Doctor is likely to send someone from Security to check up on us, or even worse, he may show up himself."
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The nipping teeth stopped nipping. Tom groaned, "Damn. You're right. The Doc would do something like that, especially because we're both wearing monitors." Tom reluctantly pulled away from his dream, yet hopefully soon-to-be-real, lover and gazed deeply into Chakotay's eyes.
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Chakotay was nearly vibrating with pleasure. His nerve endings were sending him messages that he had not heard in years.
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Still, as much as he wanted to continue their corporeal conversation, he knew better than to tempt fate. All along, he and Tom had suffered an uneasy relationship. Since Day One, they had been on the wrong side of each other. Chakotay firmly believed that one spatial anomaly, or whatever, even if it was powerful enough to turn them into lovers, it could not change their luck permanently. He peered into the blue eyes that glittered at him and thought there had to be a catch somewhere.
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They stood apart from each other and reluctantly straightened their uniforms. Unwilling to lose the connection of the moment, they stared at each other.
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Clashing emotions assaulted Chakotay one after the other. What did he think he was doing? Looking at Tom, all his doubts rose to the surface of his mind. He was surely playing with fire.
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The problem was that it gave him a good burn, not a painful one.
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Tom leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "I want to continue this 'discussion' later."
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He just nodded and said, "Let's go."
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Tom watched as the Doctor swept Chakotay into his office for a 'chat'. He knew it would be his turn next. He was still horny and frustrated by this whole exercise. On one level, he knew there was something going on that needed to be investigated but his feelings said the hell with it, why couldn't he and Chakotay just go off somewhere and fuck?
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He thought that if he could only get this desperate urge out of his system then everything would go back to the way it was. Gone was the memory of his search for contentment; now he wanted action.
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All he knew was that he'd been hit with the 'make love or die' syndrome. It didn't even matter to him if he would be the one doing the fucking. He fleetingly wondered if this was what Tuvok felt like when his time came upon him.
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He wished he could find a way around these feelings. It bothered him to no end knowing that Chakotay was in the Doctor's office only a few meters away. He glanced in that direction then sat down at the table, faced with tray upon tray of tubes.
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What was he telling the Doctor? A lick-by-suck account of their first kiss when both of them were awake? Gods...he hoped this, the situation between them, whatever it was, didn't become grist for the Doctor's research mill. He really didn't feel like having a love affair with an audience. Even an audience of the holographic type was just too much.
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Tom sighed and went back to cataloguing various virus samples. It was dull work but there wasn't anything else he could do. Without realizing it, his mind wandered from his task and he stopped, staring blindly into the distance....
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It was their green place. He saw the trees, with leaves larger than ever, and the ground covered in soft, bed-sized clumps of grass. He couldn't resist it. He had to take off his clothes and roll around on the nearest inviting surface.
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Oh, it felt so good. He couldn't imagine anything better, except for one thing: he wanted to share this sensation with his lover. Flopping onto his back and looking up at the gigantic trees, he wondered where Chakotay was.
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He should be here with him. Tom reached out to touch a multi-leaved, knee-high plant and discovered its fronds were slick. Ah, he thought, this was better than having a tube of lube in the night stand....
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The vial he held in his physical hand all but forgotten, he concentrated on wishing his lover could join him.
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Chakotay sat in their physician's office and answered his endless queries regarding all sorts of personal things. He tried to keep his temper under control but he was becoming very tired of having his privacy invaded both mentally and physically.
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He squeezed his eyes shut, ran a hand through his short hair and thought, Spirits, why can't they leave me alone?
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All he wanted was a respite from the unceasing strangeness that surrounded him. He attempted to pay to attention to the Doctor but felt his mind slip the leash he'd tethered it to and go off wandering on its own.
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The Doctor's voice receded into the background and resting his head in his hands, he focused on the vision that shimmered into existence just behind his eyelids. It was the green place again.
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This time, he wasn't the first to arrive. He didn't feel as if he were quite physically there either. He looked around and drifted over to where he sensed Tom was.
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The place had changed somewhat, yet again. The sunlight was bright and hot but huge trees interfered with its ability to burn the unwary soul caught under its rays. The grass was still there but lumpier, less disciplined in its layout and growth.
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Suddenly, he spied Tom. Paris was naked, rolling around and reveling in the green softness beneath him. He looked as happy as a cat scratching its back on a nubby carpet. Chakotay chuckled to himself and decided to wait and see what would happen next.
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He noticed a large bush about two meters away from Tom and floated over to sit beside it, just out of Tom's visual range, unless of course he rolled over completely.
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As it was, he could sit and watch as Tom looked up at the leafy canopy overhead and wiggled his butt against the fine grasses. He observed the blond grow impatient and begin muttering.
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"Damn it. Chakotay, where the fuck are you?" Tom began stroking himself and his eyes closed. His breathing quickened and his face expressed his feelings so clearly it was as though Chakotay was reading a padd.
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Creeping forward ever so silently, the highly amused Commander decided to just relax and enjoy the performance. He wasn't feeling particularly put upon at this point but was glad to see that he wasn't the only one who felt frustrated.
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Tom lay there in the grass and made love to himself. His hands touched all the spots that Chakotay had caressed the last time they were here together. Tom's fingers grazed over the super-sensitive flesh of his own body while he muttered imprecations at Chakotay for not showing up.
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The Commander felt himself to be the sole audience at a private sex show given just for him. He sat cross-legged on a large tuft of sod and watched closely as Tom masturbated. His gaze followed the pilot's hands and he recalled the taste and texture of each location.
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By the time Tom had made the rounds, Chakotay was having difficulty keeping his hands away from himself and off the blond laid out in front of him. A part of him insisted that he should only watch and so he did. He didn't feel solid enough yet to try anything more. It was an odd sensation.
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Tom pumped his cock and fondled his balls until his breathing grew harsh and his emotions clouded the skies once again. The wind picked up and a stirring became audible in the branches of the trees.
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As Tom's orgasm drew closer, Chakotay could wait no longer. He settled beside his lover and leaned down for a kiss.
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Tom's eyes shot open and the wind grew stronger. "You're late, I had to start without you," he moaned.
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Chakotay grinned and grasped Tom's erection saying teasingly, "So I see. Need a hand?"
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Big, blue eyes rolled back into the pilot's head and before he could start bitching, he came. The sun's warmth and most of its light were instantly obliterated.
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Chakotay wiped his hand on the grass and peered down at Tom. He seemed chilled. The wind grew more fierce and the clouds thickened. As he wished for shelter, an enormous leaf floated down and covered them from head to toes.
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Like a tent it was, keeping out the harmful elements yet allowing some light within. The rain began to fall. Chakotay held Tom close and was astonished to see tears running down his face.
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As he moved to kiss Tom, a hand fell onto his shoulder and jerked him out of their shared reality and back into the Doctor's office.
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"Commander! Can you hear me?"
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He blinked, startled to be brought back to this state of awareness so abruptly. "Yes, I can hear you," he snapped as he rose and made his way quickly into the outer room of Sickbay. He was worried about Tom. What did those tears mean?
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The Doctor followed closely and they both stopped and stood quietly, staring at Paris who was sitting motionless, a vial gripped tightly in his hand.
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The Commander motioned for the Doctor to remove it, which he did with some alacrity. Chakotay then bent down and took Tom's hands into his own. "Tom?" He noted that Paris was dry-eyed, at least here anyway.
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At his touch, Tom began to shake. He blinked a couple of times and looked around charily. Finally, he said to Chakotay, "I think I have a much better idea now of what you've had to put up with lately. Gods, that was weird and I don't want to experience it again."
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"I don't want you to either," the Doctor chimed in. Replacing the vial in its holder, he frowned at both the pilot and the First Officer, then continued, "You are both relieved of duty. Go home. Stay away from anything and everything that is potentially harmful to yourselves or others."
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Chakotay found his voice and said, "The Captain requested to meet with me later today. What should I tell her?"
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The Doctor peered at them as if they were both microbes in his very own personal petri dish and replied, "Nothing. I will explain all she needs to know. Go home and do what you like, but remember, nothing unsafe. I suggest you both rest as much as possible."
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Chakotay and Tom stood up together, reading the situation correctly and divined that they had just been given the rest of the day off so they could go satisfy their sexual and/or emotional desires.
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Schooling his expression to display one of pure concern for Tom's well-being, Chakotay promised, "I will see to it that the Lieutenant is well taken care of."
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A holographic glint appeared in the Doctor's eye for a picosecond or two and he deadpanned, "I am positive you will."
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Tom glanced at the Doctor uncertainly but allowed Chakotay to lead him out of the room. He said nothing as the Commander pulled him along the corridor.
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Discombobulated by his first waking dream, he tried to put things into perspective. He realized then that he could have done some major damage to the entire crew if he had dropped that vial. The potential for catastrophe scared him.
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The fact that his crotch was sticky served to distract him somewhat but aside from that and despite his fears, he still wanted to get laid.
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It was gnawing at him; the urge to connect fully. He sensed that his CO was suffering from the same affliction. He grinned to himself as he was led unceremoniously toward his quarters.
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Once there, Chakotay surprised him by nearly throwing him on the bed. "Why were you crying?" he demanded.
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"What?" Tom got up and started pulling off his clothes. "What are you talking about?"
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Chakotay grabbed his bare arm and turned the younger man to face him. "I am talking about when we were together and the rain came." His voice was harsh yet not accusing.
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Tom felt displaced again. He hastily walked into the bathroom, forcing Chakotay to let go of his arm. He ran a wet cloth over the parts of him that needed it and wondered what the other man was referring to. The last thing he recalled was his climax which, though satisfying, was not what he had in mind. It was a solo experience, for him alone. That was not what he'd hoped for and he felt very disappointed.
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Add to that, Chakotay appeared to be mad at him again and he didn't know why. Pondering rain and feeling like he'd done something weird, Tom put on his robe and wondered if their time off would be as good as he wanted it to be. Hoping that it would, he shoved a container of lube under his pillow.
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Walking into his living room, he saw the Commander standing by the viewport, staring out at the stars. He hesitantly approached the older man and tapped him on the shoulder. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"
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"No, thank you." Chakotay made a move toward the door then stopped, his back turned toward Tom. "You never answered my question...why did you cry?"
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"I don't know that I did. I don't remember doing that," Tom explained.
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Chakotay spun around and faced him. "What *do* you remember?"
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Pulling his robe more tightly around him, Tom answered softly, "I know I was there, in our place. I waited for you but you didn't show up. After a while I jacked off and just before I came I sensed you were there. Then I came and got cold. I closed my eyes and felt you pull a blanket up over us...then you were gone."
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Chakotay frowned and appeared puzzled. A few moments later he said, "Now I know for certain you don't recall everything that happens to us when we aren't awake. In this instance, the blanket you mentioned was a huge leaf from one of the trees and when it covered us, it began to rain and you cried. I thought it was my fault. I was sort of there earlier but not like I usually am. I watched you and waited until almost the very end, only then did I join you. I'm sorry."
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Chakotay turned back toward the door and Tom said, "Don't be. I don't think either of us has complete control when we're in that place."
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Turning to look at Tom again, Chakotay shrugged. "Maybe not. Still, I'd like to know why you aren't as rattled by all of this as I am."
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Tom sidled closer to Chakotay and responded, "Probably because I'm not resisting it and you are." His voice dropped into a lower register. "You need to relax and follow your impulses."
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He ran a hand across the Commander's chest then slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips against a soft cheek. There he began his oral journey.
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Chakotay felt his misgivings turn to dust as supple lips caressed his own. His hands found their way inside Tom's robe and sought out the areas radiating the most heat.
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Nimble fingers stripped him of his uniform while Tom's tongue made forays into his mouth making coherent thought nearly impossible. He gave in then.
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Tom must have sensed it, because he pulled away slowly and helped him take off his boots and socks then led him into the bedroom.
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Lulled into tranquility, he went willingly but was roused to action when Tom pounced.
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Tom wanted to make up for his lack of opportunity in the dream state by doing everything he could he think of to Chakotay. He wanted to pleasure the older man until he lost all control. He wanted to see him thrashing around, almost jumping off the bed. He wanted, no, needed to feel he had the ability to get through the Commander's defenses and turn him into a quivering pile of raw nerve endings.
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Why he wanted this, he didn't know. Maybe because everything he'd experienced so far had occurred beyond his conscious control.
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Whatever...he thought, all he was interested in now was doing what he wanted. Chakotay lay beneath him, breathing more quickly than usual, his hands grasping the sheets tightly.
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Tom studied the nude body laid out in all its delectability and decided that for a feast of this magnitude, he'd pull out all the stops. Beginning with the tattoo, he ran his fingertips over the pattern while his tongue busied itself by tasting the hollow at the base of Chakotay's throat.
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He then moved his mouth from place to place, sampling the different offerings that were so freely given and after a nip to the Commander's nose, he fastened his lips over the other man's and proceeded to drink him dry.
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Chakotay's hands crept up his body and back down again, settling on his bare ass. He felt his cheeks being kneaded, squeezed and pulled apart.
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He rubbed his erection against Chakotay's and felt himself being gripped more tightly. Edging his way downward, he bit and sucked the dark nipples bringing forth a satisfactory moan.
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Moving lower, he grazed haphazardly over the smooth skin, concentrating on wringing the most pleasure out of his lover with his mouth. His fingers were not idle either. Teasing and stroking everywhere they could reach, he relished each and every sound he coaxed out of Chakotay.
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Finally, after tasting everything immediately available, he arrived at the prize. Chakotay's fingers wound through his hair and guided him as he took the large, uncut cock into his mouth.
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He began with just a light suck to the head followed by slow tongue action. He relaxed his throat and waited to see if those hands would lose control and force him down all the way.
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They didn't. Instead, they massaged his scalp gently and persuaded him to continue. Given the choice, he did.
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He took his time and paid attention to each ball, the base of the hardness before him and then back to the crown. He was pleasantly surprised at how sweet Chakotay tasted and smelled. This was pure pleasure and he wanted to draw it out as long as possible, but it seemed Chakotay had other ideas.
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The hands traveled from his scalp to his face and then to his shoulders. "Tom. Come back up here." It almost sounded like an order.
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Reluctantly relinquishing his newest oral plaything, he gave it one last lick and slithered his body upward at Chakotay's request. He smiled as he realized how much he had affected the man.
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A voice, rough with hard-earned pleasure, grated, "Kiss me again."
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As Tom did so, he was grabbed, held tightly and eased over onto his back. Then Chakotay seemed to come alive in a way he'd never seen before.
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Covering him, Chakotay growled, "Where's the lube? I know you've got it nearby."
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The Commander's mouth came down upon his before he could answer and his hand moved quickly to reach under his pillow before it was too late. He shoved the tube into Chakotay's hand and gave himself over to pleasure.
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He was then thoroughly mouthed, massaged and made ready. Before he knew it, his legs were spread, lifted up and laid over Chakotay's shoulders.
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What pain he might have felt was blotted out by the deep kisses and slow entry of his lover. He was astonished since he'd expected it to be much worse. Then, he refused to waste more time thinking when he could be feeling. Tom just relaxed and enjoyed.
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Chakotay delighted in kissing and he was good at it. His teeth toyed with Tom's lips, especially the lower one. He pushed his tongue into Tom's mouth repeatedly as though searching for something.
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He loved this. The sensation of filling someone in every way possible was very gratifying. Tom appeared to like it, too. He'd been as careful as he knew how when he'd entered the younger man, not wanting to cause any discomfort. He wanted this to feel good for both of them. If he was going to pay for this privilege later, and he was certain he would, he didn't want either one of them to suffer now.
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Thrusting slowly, he let his hands glide along the soft skin of Tom's sides. As he explored, he encountered Tom's erection. Wondering if it would last so he could savor it later, he gave it a quick stroke or two and was surprised when his hand was filled with semen.
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Tom groaned and lay still, his whole body clenched tightly around Chakotay. Fingernails scored his butt and he paused, balls-deep inside of Tom, and waited.
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As he leaned down for a kiss, Tom mumbled, "Don't stop. I owe you this."
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Chakotay raised his fingers to his lips and sucked Tom's semen into his mouth all the while staring at the blond under him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck Tom just because Tom 'owed him'. It didn't seem right.
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Just then, Tom squeezed his muscles and sent a message to Chakotay's balls. He started to move again and felt his priorities rearrange themselves as his orgasm approached.
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Tom's hands came up and stroked his face then pulled him down for a deep kiss. He felt reassured somehow and lost himself in the feel of Tom's body surrounding him. Tasting Tom's essence and feeling him accept what was happening ushered Chakotay into oblivion.
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Strong arms caught him as he fell and tender kisses were pressed to his face and lips as he slipped out of his lover. Sighing, Chakotay rested in Tom's embrace and fell asleep wondering how their conscious love-making would affect their dreams.
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END OF PART FIVE

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