President's Day Surprise


By Britta

Commander Chakotay was rudely awakened from a pleasant dream where he was the captain of a Maquis warship that so terrified the enemy they self-destructed in droves rather than face him in battle. Struggling to shake off the waves of victory ricocheting through his dreamscape, he opened his eyes only to be greeted by his lover, Lt. Tom Paris, wearing a tricorne and nothing else.
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A voice goaded him, "Napping again? And on the job, too. This is a punishable offense."
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Chakotay watched Tom pace the room as if he were pretending to be George Washington inspecting his troops. At least, that was the only image that came to mind, considering the hat. Perhaps this was another obscure holiday Tom wanted to celebrate.
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Who knew? Tom was always surprising him with reasons to fool around. He yawned overtly which made the 'general' stop pacing and stare down at him as if he were derelict in his duty.
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"On your feet, soldier!"
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Deciding to play along, he stood at attention and snapped back, "Yes, sir!"
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"That's better." Tom nodded, his hat tilting a little to port and his eyes twinkling. Straightening it, he moved so close to Chakotay that their lips barely touched and said, "Now strip and give me twenty."
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Trying not to laugh and ruin Tom's game, Chakotay inquired in a low voice, "Twenty of what, sir?"
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Tom moved back a couple of steps and stood at parade rest. "Ten pushups and ten sucks of whatever salutes you after that."
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Chakotay removed his clothes very slowly and observed something of Tom's begin to rise. He dropped to the floor and performed his exercise at a snail's pace, knowing full well that Tom was eyeing his ass the whole time.
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When he finished, he got to his knees and leaned toward Tom. Breathing deliberately on the rigid erection before him, he asked, "Is this saluting me?"
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Tom glared down at him with all the smugness of a Q and replied, "Of course it is. You may begin."
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Stifling a smile, Chakotay reckoned it wouldn't take all ten to bring Tom off. His little display during the pushup session had caused Tom to break out in a sweat. Only a bit more oral action was needed and then it would be his turn. He swallowed Tom's cock eagerly, licking and sucking only a few times, and after one deep trip down his throat, Tom cried out and bucked so wildly his hat flew off.
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Chakotay stood up and held Tom tightly in his arms, giving him a series of life-restoring kisses. When Tom recovered a decent degree of sanity, Chakotay said, "If you want me to take you to bed and fuck you long and hard, tell me which obsolete holiday we're celebrating."
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Tom just grinned and kicked his hat away from their feet. "President's Day--and it's not obsolete. We still have a President of the Federation!"

THE END

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