In Dreams, Part 8


By Britta

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Chakotay missed the byplay at Tom and Harry's table but was no less stunned than everyone else when Neelix, Jenny and Megan, entered the resort.
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Even Janeway was rendered speechless in the middle of her gentle tirade on how Tuvok had become so overprotective since establishing their mental link.
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They watched in silence as the trio retrieved drinks, nodded and smiled at those who were staring at them and sat down at a table for three. The women sluffed off their diaphanous beach wraps and settled down on either side of Neelix contentedly.
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Neelix looked like the king of the mountain, he was so ecstatic. Now Chakotay understood what he'd meant with his remark during lunch about how happy he was these days.
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The Captain regained her ability to speak first. Waving her hand in the direction of her Morale Officer, she said, "Now I've seen it all. And here I was worrying about those members of the crew that seemed so alone." She sighed and took a larger than usual sip of her martini.
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Chakotay smiled and replied, "People will always surprise you." His eyes roamed the room and he saw Tom rubbing his face all over the front of Harry's shirt.
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He stared and wondered what the hell Tom thought he was doing. A surge of jealously rose up inside him and it took all he had to squash it before he did something stupid.
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Grabbing his beer, he downed it quickly, unaware of the Captain's amused glance in his direction. She hadn't missed the action at Tom and Harry's table and knew exactly what was going on.
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Harry protested as Tom rose from his chair, grinning, and deliberately wiped his hand on Harry's shirt.
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Tom ignored Harry's noises and bent down to rub his still-wet face over the fabric. "It was your beer, you wear it!" He sat down again and still a little damp, swallowed some more of his own draft.
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"Ick! Tom! That was disgusting." Harry pulled his wet-in-spots shirt away from his chest.
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Tom laughed. "What was disgusting was you spitting on me in the first place." He noticed that Harry's mug was nearly empty and poured some of his cold beer into it as a gesture of peace and reconciliation.
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Grimacing, Harry replied, "Thanks. I guess I'll have to go change or resign myself to smelling like a brewery for the rest of the evening."
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"And I won't?" Tom raised his eyebrows.
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"For you, it doesn't matter," Harry responded somewhat ungraciously.
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"What's that supposed to mean?" Tom demanded, feeling his good mood begin to slide away.
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"It means that it's obvious you and Chakotay have sorted out your differences and that he won't care one way or the other what you smell like, especially since he's been staring at us the whole time we've sat here together."
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"He has?" Tom's face lit up with a gigantic smile.
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"Yes." Harry was beginning to lose patience with his friend and his shirt was sticking to his chest. His mind was still dealing with the fact that Megan Delaney appeared to be out of his reach, perhaps permanently. Deciding that he had lost to a better, no, just different man, he made up his mind what to do next.
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Tom beamed at Harry mindlessly while Harry drank the remainder of Tom's beer. Tom's heart was soaring. Chakotay must really care about him if he had been watching all this time. He got lost in imaginings for a few seconds until Harry stood up and, stifling a belch, thunked the empty beer mug down onto the table.
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"Hey, Har, where are you going?"
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Harry looked up and saw the Commander approaching their table. He snorted at Tom and stated, "I'm going home to change clothes, then I'm stopping by Sickbay to request a dermal regenerator, and *then* I'm going down to Engineering to see B'Elanna."
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Tom watched as Harry stalked out of the room and, grinning to himself, shook his head slowly at the fanciful ideas running around in his mind. Harry, arming himself and ready to fight for what he wanted, Neelix, enjoying a bounty that would make him the envy of more than half the ship, and Chakotay watching him from afar.
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Before he could wonder about anything else, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
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As Chakotay began to rise, Janeway put a hand on his arm. "Wait a minute and just watch," she said.
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The Commander heeded her as usual and let his momentary anger go. He saw Harry's face change to reflect his distaste and relaxed when he realized that what he was witnessing would in no way jeopardize his and Tom's budding relationship.
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Feeling ridiculous, he turned toward the Captain and asked, "How did you know what I was thinking?"
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She smiled gently at him. "You're not going to like my answer."
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"Tell me anyway."
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She reached for his arm and pushed up his sleeve. "I'll bet you've been too busy to remember that you and Tom are both wearing monitors. Add to that, the look on your face and it wasn't too hard to figure out."
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He felt his face burn with embarrassment. Of course, the Doctor knew everything, and in all probability had reported every fluctuation in their vital signs to the Captain. It was part of his job to keep her informed.
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Feeling utterly humiliated, he could barely meet her eyes. Clearing his throat, he mumbled, "I understand. If there's nothing else we need to discuss, may I leave?"
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Seeing her First Officer and friend in such distress, the Captain lowered her voice and explained, "Chakotay, the Doctor can't tell the difference between your physically stressful and emotionally stressful readings. For all he knows, you and Tom have made love a dozen times today."
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Chakotay looked up from his clenched hands and gulped in surprise. "You're kidding...right?"
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She shook her head and smiled broadly. "No. I'm not. He can't tell. I just want to ask you if the two of you have worked things out."
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Feeling an enormous sense of relief, Chakotay smiled and replied, "Yes, for now anyway. I don't know what tomorrow will bring."
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"Neither do I. We're going to launch a probe in the morning. It will take several hours before the information comes back and I would like you to be there when it does."
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He nodded at her and yawned.
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"Go to bed, Chakotay. Get Tom and take him home with you. You both need some sleep." She patted him on the hand and he rose, yawning again.
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Tom looked up at the man of his dreams and covered the large hand with his own. He smiled as he thought of what Harry had told him. Chakotay had been watching him the whole time...amazing.
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He stood up and was pulled into a hug.
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Stepping back, Chakotay said, "You smell like beer." A kiss or two and a few surreptitious licks later, he continued, "You taste like beer, too."
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Tom grinned. "It's not my fault. You can blame Harry for this."
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Chakotay kissed Tom again. "Oh, I intend to. Believe me. Where did he go anyway?"
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"That's a long story."
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"Good. You can tell it to me when we get home."
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With Chakotay's words warming his soul, Tom was guided out the door of the holodeck. Both he and his lover missed the floor show of bouncing and jiggling body parts that Neelix and the Delaney twins put on while playing volleyball.
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"So how's the Captain?" Tom asked as they entered Chakotay's quarters.
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Chakotay yawned, then snapped his jaws shut. "She's fine." He began to disrobe and when he was naked, realized Tom was standing in the doorway to his bedroom just looking at him.
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Not awake enough to care why Tom was grinning, he crawled into bed and said, "Sorry for not asking if you minded sleeping here tonight."
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Tom replied genially, "Not a problem. Do you mind if I stay up for a while?"
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"No," Chakotay mumbled.
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"Good. Because I want to shower and get the beer out of my hair," Tom explained.
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Chakotay rolled over and saw Tom getting undressed. "That reminds me, how did you manage to get beer all over yourself? I thought you were only drinking it."
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Pulling off his shorts, Tom replied, "I was! It's just that when Neelix and company arrived, Harry lost it and wound up baptizing me with brew."
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Laughing at that image and secretly relieved, he said, "I see. So now I know why you were rubbing your face all over Harry's chest."
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Tom smiled at him and kneeled on the bed. Leaning down to give Chakotay a kiss, he asked, "Jealous?"
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Pulling Tom closer, he admitted, "Perhaps...just a little bit." He kissed Tom back and looked directly into very amused blue eyes.
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"Don't be," Tom stated. "Harry is my friend. That's all. Besides, he's going after our Chief Engineer tonight."
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Surprised, Chakotay said, "Then Harry has more balls than I ever gave him credit for."
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Tom headed for the bathroom and turned on the shower, then called out, "You and me both!"
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After their chat, Chakotay felt less sleepy. He wondered if Tom would be up for another round of sex. Considering the possibility, he left a message for the Doctor that both of them were fine and then removed the monitor from his wrist.
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Tom spent a long time in the shower, enjoying the hot water that was more plentiful in the First Officer's cabin than in his own. There were some nice perks that came with sleeping with the XO, not the least of which was that the man was a great lay.
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Feeling pretty good about the way things were going, Tom washed the beer off his face and neck and out of his hair. Trust Harry to spray him so thoroughly. He smiled to himself and wondered if Harry would be fit to go on duty in the morning. After a night with Torres, he'd be surprised if Harry could talk, let alone walk.
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Oh well, maybe Harry was giving in to his masochistic tendencies. Tom was sure that he was, since Harry had been attracted to one of the Delaney sisters...and he knew what they were like.
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He only hoped that Harry would find the happiness that he had found. Neelix had seemed to find his place in the universe as well....
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Tom grinned and snatched a towel off the rack then dried himself off, remembering with great satisfaction that Chakotay had been jealous earlier.
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Smiling widely, he entered the Commander's bedroom ready to jump the man that turned him on so much, only to find him sound asleep and snoring.
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Disappointed, yet aware that today had been pretty taxing, Tom turned off the lights and crawled under the covers, snuggling up closely to Chakotay's warm body.
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The Commander rolled over, surprised to find himself in the green place once again. He'd been lying in his bed waiting for Tom to get out of the shower one minute and the next minute he was here.
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He looked around and wondered why Tom had said this place wasn't pretty anymore. He thought it was more beautiful than ever. There were a few new additions to the landscape, but the grasses were as soft as they'd always been and even greener, if that was possible.
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The whole environment was pulsating with life. Extra vitality seemed to inhabit the trees, and plants he'd never seen before had sprung up in various spots. Some of them were even beginning to flower.
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He smiled at everything and sat up. The sunshine gently caressed his bare skin and the lightest of warm breezes flowed over him softly. As he waited for Tom to arrive, knowing he would eventually, Chakotay felt replete in his happiness.
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Chakotay's reality had changed. He was no longer alone in the world that was Voyager and neither was anyone else.
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Seven and Chell seemed to be getting along quite nicely and he couldn't wait to see how Harry and B'Elanna worked out. The Captain and Tuvok had managed to find common ground and he thought that particular set of 'buddies' made a lot of sense. It was logical, after all.
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The other pairings and triplings made sense as well, albeit in other ways. He snickered to himself as he relished the thought of Neelix and the twins together. No doubt Neelix had something special up his sleeve or down his pants, or both, that made all three of them happy.
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As his thoughts wandered among the crew and their possible joinings, the need for Tom's presence grew. Where was he? What was taking him so long? He looked around again, expecting the familiar, yet dreaded fog, and waited.
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His tension grew. Was something wrong? Then he heard a voice in the distance.
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"Chakotay! Get me down from here!"
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He looked up and saw Tom stuck in a tree. "What are you doing up there?"
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"I don't know! Just get me down on the ground, will you?"
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"What makes you think I can?" Chakotay smiled widely enough that his dimples were in danger of being made permanently visible.
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Tom frowned and grumbled for a while, then a convenient hanging vine appeared next to him and he descended from his perch easily.
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Stark naked, Tom walked over to where Chakotay was lying, nearly convulsed with laughter, and said, "I hope you're happy now."
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Still chortling, Chakotay responded by patting the puffy grass next to him and saying, "I will be once you get down here."
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Tom couldn't help but grin. He dropped onto the soft, plush surface and tried hard to put a stern expression on his face but failed. "Okay, I'm here. Are you happy?"
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Chakotay nodded, and still smiling widely, grabbed him. Rolling over, he pinned Tom and gave him the mother and father of all kisses. When he finished plundering and pillaging the younger man's mouth with his tongue, he rolled back and pulled Tom up and over him like a blanket, or in this location, a large leaf.
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Panting heavily, Tom blinked a few times. Overcome with lust, all he could do was whisper, "What do you want me to do?"
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Breathing heavily and trying hard to keep a straight face, Chakotay gazed deeply into Tom's bluer than blue eyes and growled softly, "Fuck me...Tarzan."
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Tom stared at his lover hotly, and after a moment's reflection, replied in a sultry tone of voice, "Anything you say...Jane." He then lowered his head and forced his tongue between Chakotay's lips, trusting that it wouldn't be bitten. He settled down on top of Chakotay, letting his body rest on top of the other man's.
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Chakotay's eyes flew wide open and when Tom let go of his lips, he mouthed silently, "Jane?" He cleared his throat and inquired aloud, "Who's she?"
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Tom raised himself up to his elbows and peered down at the man beneath him. Smiling, he gently kissed his way around the tattoo and the rest of Chakotay's face. Then he moved his lips down and over to whisper in the other man's ear, "She's Tarzan's soulmate."
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"Oh, yeah?" Chakotay responded, his breath warm and moist upon Tom's neck and shoulder.
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"Yeah," Tom answered. Then, he planted his mouth squarely on Chakotay's once again, silencing him for the duration.
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He let his tongue give the sexual orders while his hand reached out to the lube plant that he'd once thought was dead and turned to dust. As glad as he was to see it revived, he wasn't sure how it worked until he grabbed the bulbous frond nearest himself and was rewarded with a palm full of something gelatinous.
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It was a very sensual substance. Tom let it slide through his fingers and enjoyed its slickness. The stuff was intriguing and he wanted to play with it. He stopped kissing Chakotay for a moment and brought his hand up to their noses.
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"Smell this and tell me what you think."
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Chakotay dutifully sniffed and replied impatiently, "It smells like a lemon."
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"Mm hmm." Tom flicked his tongue out and tasted the substance before his lover could stop him. "It tastes lemony, too."
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Chakotay swept his hand away from his mouth saying, "Don't do that! It could be harmful."
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Tom just smiled and leaned down. Whispering, he said, "Chakotay, don't worry about it, we're dreaming. Remember?"
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Tom felt rather than saw the smile emerge from his lover as he rubbed his lips over the other man's face. Tom moved off Chakotay to one side and slithered his slippery fingers down the broad, brown chest, leaving wet trails wherever he went.
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Chakotay moaned softly as Tom's fingertips glided over his skin easily. Tom kept up the stimulation, occasionally reaching over to another frond and filling his hand again and again. He was certain that this plant had an unending supply of lubricant; all of it safe to use anywhere and on everything, even tongues.
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He slathered the slick stuff all over Chakotay's body and reveled in the sensation. Then he pulled off another handful of plant-lube and pressed it into Chakotay's hand. Leaning forward to kiss his dream lover again, Tom whispered, "Make me as wet as you."
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Immediately, Chakotay grabbed Tom's ass.
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Tom wiggled and retorted, "Not there...I mean, everywhere else."
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The Commander grinned and nodded. "Get some more of this for me." He began coating Tom's body with the slippery substance.
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Tom looked up and saw that there were more lube-plants surrounding them. The power of thought was very evident here, he realized.
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Taking Chakotay's hand in his own, he guided it to a newly-manifested, plump frond and said, "Just squeeze it a little."
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Chakotay learned quickly how to milk the plants and before long, both of them were covered with clear, lemon-scented dream cream.
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They rolled against each other and slid around, over and under one another time and time again. Every nerve ending they had was stimulated to the point where they couldn't tell where they as individuals began and ended.
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Kissing, stroking, licking, sucking, rubbing and rolling over the grass became too much. Completely overwhelmed by sensation, a nearly incoherent Chakotay bit down hard on Tom's ear lobe then gasped, "Fuck me now...or else."
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Tom eased him over onto his side and bit him back just as hard. "Or else what?" he grated.
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"Or else nothing. Do it to me now or you won't get another chance." Chakotay stared at him, willing him to understand that the time was upon them. He wanted it and did not want to wait until they were awake.
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Comprehension came to Tom quickly and he realized that Chakotay was worried about this for some reason. If he messed it up here, while they were in their special place, he knew he would never have the opportunity to do it for real.
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Sighing, he leaned down to kiss Chakotay's dream fears away and then he reached for another glob of lube.
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Chakotay rolled onto his stomach and pillowed his head on his arms. He wanted Tom to fuck him, he really did, but he had some reservations, as always, whenever he contemplated being on the receiving end of this particular act.
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When he had experienced it before, more often than not, it was too abrupt and too rough. He knew if he engaged in this behavior more often, it would be easier, yet the opportunity to do so had always been limited. The few times it had been done with patience and caring, he'd enjoyed it, almost as much as he liked it the other way around.
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He sighed and waited tensely to see how Tom would take him. He hoped that their being in this odd state of consciousness would make things better or at the least, less painful.
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Feeling Tom lying by his side, he opened his eyes and saw a concerned expression on the blond's face. Slick fingers ran over his shoulders and neck and down his back. Blue eyes peered at him and assessed his feelings silently.
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Strong fingers kneaded taut muscles and encouraged him to relax. Soft kisses lingered where they were planted and Tom rose to his knees at Chakotay's side. He was massaged until he was nearly soporific, then and only then did he feel a slippery finger enter his body.
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There seemed to be no hurry on Tom's part even though his rock-hard cock skimmed over the soft skin of Chakotay's back. Tom took his time and rubbed all the remaining apprehension away.
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Chakotay felt fingers ease their way inside him again and again while a strong, agile hand stroked up and down his spine. Occasionally, hot lips descended and played over his neck and ear, teasing him with light lapping from a satiny tongue.
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Soft murmuring accompanied the ministrations as Tom repeated over and over, "Shhh, just let me do this. I won't hurt you. I promise."
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Everything meshed together and Chakotay's fears evaporated into the air that breezed over and around them. He let go and waited patiently for Tom to decide when he was ready.
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It wasn't long before he felt the weight of Tom's body cover his own. He lay there willing and accepting.
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Tom moved to get even more lemony lube and smeared it over himself then he kissed Chakotay gently and whispered, "I'm going to do it now."
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Chakotay felt his cheeks being parted and raised his hips a bit. Tom then entered him slowly, in fits and starts, trying hard to be smooth about it. He stopped often, sweat pouring off his face with the effort of holding back.
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Sensing the control that Tom held himself under, Chakotay was surprised. He felt very little discomfort and totally relaxed, giving in to the pleasure.
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As Tom began to move within him, he smiled.
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Gods, fucking Chakotay was terrific! Tom could not get enough of the pliant body beneath him. Once Chakotay had relaxed and let him in, it was overwhelming. So hot, so tight, oh so amazing....
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He kept to a slow, steady pace, being as gentle as he could. Rough would come later. He appreciated this trust shown to him more than he thought. He knew there was more at stake here than just sex. As he worked his way more deeply inside his lover, he determined to find out all the man's secrets.
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Grunting softly with every inward thrust, he nibbled on Chakotay's neck and slid a still-slick hand underneath him to fondle his dick.
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A deep moan was his only response.
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Chakotay was ecstatically enjoying the fact that everything felt great and he knew he wouldn't wake up sore. Tom had taken him with all the finesse of a loving man deflowering a virgin. And he appreciated it for all the right reasons.
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Perhaps doing this in the waking world would feel just as good. He hoped so. Then he felt Tom's hand cover his erection, preventing him from rubbing it against the soft grass. The air stilled around them as if Tom was holding his breath. Or maybe it was he, himself, that could not breathe.
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Tom moved faster, thrusting harder, and bit down on his shoulder. Within moments, they climaxed together and felt the ground under them rock and shift violently.
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Several tremors later, both internal and external, he felt Tom slide out of him, rolling off and over onto his back, panting.
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Tom rested a hand on Chakotay's ass and closed his eyes.
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The Commander grinned with self-satisfaction and after a moment's rest, turned onto his side and kissed Tom. Running a thumb lightly over the man's closed eyes, he waited until they opened and asked semi-seriously, "Did the earth move for you, too?"
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Seeing the look on Tom's face at that question was enough for Chakotay. He smiled even more widely and leaned down for another kiss.
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Cupping Tom's chin in his hand, he said, "If you can make that happen when we're awake, I'll let you be on top all the time."
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Tom just snorted, closed his eyes again, and disappeared.
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