In Media Res


By Britta

"Come here, you!" I reached out and grabbed Tom as soon as he walked into the room, pulling him down into my lap.
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"Oof ! Chakotay!" he squawked, dropping the PADD he'd been holding.
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I gripped him by the back of the neck and swooped in for a kiss. A long, wet kiss. Spirits, he tasted good. Soon, he was writhing and moaning, clawing at my back. Good. I liked it when he got hot. I pulled away and looked at his flushed face. He changes color so easily; it never ceases to amaze me. "Hey there, flyboy, want to practice some maneuvers?" I landed a small kiss on his chin and started nibbling along his jaw.
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"Ooooh, why do you always do this to me?" He shifted a little and gave me better access to his throat.
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I stopped licking that favorite spot of mine, just next to his Adam's apple, and said, "Because it's fun, and reducing you to a quivering heap of flesh turns me on." It's a powerful feeling, knowing that your touch can turn a man to jelly. I enjoyed finding new ways to torment Tom. His response to my touch or even just my voice is so satisfying to me. I love it when he begs. He pleads for me to take him, to do anything I want...and then I do.
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"Oh, ahhhh, more! Don't stop..." he whimpered as I bit him on the ear lobe.
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"What do you want? You have to tell me," I murmured. I ran my free hand down his body and felt the hardness of his erection straining against the confines of his uniform. I unfastened his pants and snaked my hand inside to fondle his cock and balls.
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When I squeezed, he jerked in my lap and gasped, "Watch it, you don't want to damage the merchandise." I began stroking him as softly as you would pet a cat. "Oh, yeah...like that. Mmmm, yessss...."
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After a few minutes of teasing him with my fingers and sucking on his neck, I judged him to be ready. Time to get him naked. I removed my hand and he wailed. Good. I kissed him and said, "Get up. I can't get at all of you like this."
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He shakily scrambled out of my lap and then helped me up off the sofa. I took his hand and nearly dragged him into the bedroom. My own cock was hard and insisted on getting some attention.
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Once there, I divested him of his uniform in seconds. Thankfully, I was only wearing my robe and it was much easier to remove. He pulled off the bedspread and lay down in the exact middle of the bed.
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I stood at the foot and looked him over. I swear, it happens at the strangest times, I get this weird feeling and I just have to look at him, like I need to memorize everything about him. Then, just as suddenly, the feeling leaves me and I can think coherently once more.
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"Cha? You've got that look again."
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"What look is that?" I growled as I moved up and over him on my hands and knees.
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"Uh, the one where you're staring at me?" He looked a bit disconcerted.
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"Staring at you how?" I love his descriptions, he always comes up with something wild and improbable. That's one reason why I love him so much. He is so full of surprises.
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"Um, like you're a vampire and I'm a fresh pint of O-positive? Like that-sorta...kinda... you know...." He trailed off into vagueness as I pinned him to the mattress with my body.
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Oh Spirits, I tried not to laugh but I couldn't help it. I was sure he'd be pissed off that I'd ruined the mood, but he was very forgiving. "I can't believe you chose an actual blood type!" I was still chuckling and trying not to lose it all over again.
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"Well shit, what do you expect? This Sickbay stuff is getting to me." He looked apologetic and then tried to make up for it by saying, "At least I picked a Terran blood type! I could've chosen T- negative instead."
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Still shaking with laughter, I mumbled, "Didn't know they had vampires on Vulcan." Trying to concentrate on Tom and rejecting the mental image of a bat attached to Tuvok's neck, I held him close and kissed the pouting lips until they smiled again.
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Tom rubbed against me and ran his hands over my ass. I swear he's obsessed with it. When we walk down the corridor side-by-side he almost always has his hand resting on one of my cheeks. It drew a few giggles from the crew until they got used to the sight.
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Rolling off Tom and onto my side, I started toying with his chest hair. The stuff fascinates me because I don't have any of my own. It's soft and springy and feels nice to rub against. He always gets this silly, sappy look on his face when I play there.
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Starting with his nipples, I licked and sucked my way across his chest and down his side until I came to his cock. Jutting proudly, it looked liked it was daring me to suck it. So I did.
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Tom moaned when I fastened my lips around the head and his hips arched upward driving more of it into my mouth. Oh, he tasted good. Such an improvement over the first few times I did this. He rarely eats meat anymore because he knows he tastes better without it in his system.
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I felt a pinch on my ear lobe and stopped instantly. That's his signal to me that if I don't want him to come yet, this is the time to stop whatever it is I'm doing. I sat back on my heels and he reached for my hand. He was shaking and breathing hard. Flushed pink all over, he looked absolutely delicious. I ran a hand along his thigh and he tensed. I pushed his legs apart and stroked them.
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"Do it!" he panted.
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"Do what? What do you want me to do?" I murmured as he pulled me down for a kiss.
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Gasping, he replied, "Take me. Fuck me hard." He slapped the lube into my hand and drew up his legs.
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I settled myself between them and admired the view. He looked so hot like this, so inviting. I could smell his arousal. It galvanized me into action. No time for finesse. A few jabs with slick fingers and a quick coating of my cock was all the prep he was getting tonight.
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I lifted his legs to rest on my shoulders and eased my way inside. His arms came up around me trying to pull me in deeper.
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"Oh, gods, yes! More!" Sweat broke out on his face and he grabbed my ass with both hands.
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I started moving slowly but he wanted it fast. He was so hot and tight it was a wonder I could move at all. I've never been with anyone who loved being fucked as much as Tom did.
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"Harder, please, harder!" he panted while pushing up to meet my thrusts.
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I lowered my head and placed my lips and teeth at his throat. Licking and nibbling quickly turned into sucking and biting. When I'd marked him sufficiently, I kissed him hard and he came. His orgasm triggered mine and we rode them out together. Then my brain went on vacation. Spent, I lay there on top of him like so much overcooked pasta.
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Minutes later, figuring it was time to let him breathe again, I lifted myself up on shaky arms. He whimpered when I pulled out. I moved to the side and reached for the ever-present towel. Idly, I wondered if it were the last clean one and made a mental note to check...later...much, much later. Now it was time to do some serious sleeping. I lay down and Tom moved into my arms. I didn't even have time to worry about tomorrow's planned away mission before I went out like a light.

THE END

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