Solstice


By Britta

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Chakotay entered his quarters after having made it through another meal in the decorated mess hall. Christmas was being shoved in front of his face everywhere he looked and he was becoming heartily sick of it.
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He slipped off his shoes and left them by the door then padded into his bedroom intending to change into his robe. He called for lights and was surprised to find a gift-wrapped box on his bed. A very large box. It was covered in shiny, purple paper and sported a big silver bow on top.
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There was a note under the bow that said, "Warning. Perishable items enclosed. Open immediately." He tried to move the box to the floor but it was heavy and poorly packed, as the weight distribution indicated.
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Sighing, he capitulated and tore off the wrapping paper then wadded it up and stuffed it into the recycler.
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He managed to get a better grip on the bare cardboard and rolled the box over and off the edge of the bed onto the floor where it landed with a loud thud. Now to find something to cut open the cardboard.
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Grabbing a knife he used to slice fruit, he tackled the edges of the box and finally removed the top, only to see a pale rear end sticking up at him. He stroked it appreciatively, murmuring, "Perishable, huh?"
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Slowly, the contents of the package rose and stuck out a hand. "It's about time you got that box open, I almost suffocated in there! And why did you have to dump me on the floor? I landed on my head."
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"Paris, what the hell are you supposed to be?" Chakotay was trying hard not to laugh. A very naked Tom Paris was in his bedroom standing in a cardboard box.
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Frowning, Tom adjusted the mistletoe garland stuck on his head and said portentously, "I'm your present, Commander." He gripped Chakotay's shoulder and steadied himself as he stepped out of the box.
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"My present? Tom, I don't celebrate Christmas."
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Tom sidled closer and rubbed against his commanding officer. "Who said anything about Christmas? Happy Solstice, Chakotay."
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Chakotay's eyes gleamed as Tom leaned in for a kiss. His hands had no choice but to rest on soft skin which led to rubbing that skin and fondling and caressing it until the owner of said skin was moaning in his arms.
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The somewhat squashed garland fell to pieces and rained down on the carpet as the Commander's fingers brushed through his hair but Tom didn't mind; it had served its purpose and he was being kissed into next week.
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His hands deftly unfastened everything that needed it so that he rendered his lover unclothed in a matter of moments. Mmm, that was better. Now he wasn't the only one with a raging hard-on out in the open.
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Pausing to breathe, the men separated their lips from one another's a millimeter or so and let their hands do their communicating for them. A moment later, their cocks spoke up as they rubbed together sinuously, trying to break the language barrier of flesh versus thought.
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Eventually, Chakotay rediscovered his verbal skills and whispered, "What am I going to do with you?"
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Tom gripped his lover tightly and replied, "I'm your Solstice present. You can do anything you like...even trade me for someone else's."
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Chakotay's eyes widened at that suggestion and he tipped Tom onto the bed then sat on him. "Trade you? I think not. Where else would I find something that fit me so perfectly?" With that, he proceeded to prove to his love just how well they fit together.
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He began by taking Tom in his mouth. A few kisses and licks followed by sucking of the best kind had Tom squirming while Chakotay drew out the pleasure by using his fingers on all sorts of interesting places.
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Tom's balls were doing the dance of expectation in Chakotay's hand while his cock felt like it was being worshiped on a grand scale.
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Before too long, Chakotay was rewarded with a liquid present from his solid present. It tasted good, very good. He moved over the relaxed form and decided to share the flavor.
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Tom was close to boneless but still had enough energy to appreciate the offer and so sucked and licked at Chakotay's tongue and lips once again.
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He loved this. He got more orgasms this way than ever before. He knew Chak wouldn't fuck him until he was ready to go again so he concentrated on getting it up. Smiling to himself, he reveled in the feel of the man's big fingers, coated with lube, finding and entering him, teasing, pulling and pushing the sensations in and out of his body.
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Chakotay took his sweet time and made sure his present was well prepared before flipping him over and spreading his cheeks wide. He appreciated the view while letting Tom anticipate, then he slowly, sensuously entered his lover.
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Wrapping his arms around the blond and feeling the strength of the man's muscles against his chest, he let go and began to thrust; slowly at first but soon picking up the pace. Flashes of Christmas colors passed through his mind but were replaced with the colors of Tom.
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They moved together, sighing and moaning in concert, ever faster, their connection becoming more and more visceral until, hearts pounding, breathing turning into ragged gasps for air, they came hard...one after the other.
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Hot, sweaty, sticky and satiated, they moved to lie in each other's arms.
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When it was possible, they shared a kiss or three and finally Chakotay smoothed the damp hair off his lover's brow and said softly, "Thank you. That was the best Solstice present I ever got."
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Tom grinned back and murmured, "You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it."
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He moved to lie more comfortably in Chakotay's arms, then looked into those dark brown eyes and asked, "So what are you going to get me for Christmas?"
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The End