Susurrations, Part 11


By Britta

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Entering Chakotay's quarters, Tom tried hard to quash his recurring bouts of mirth. He sensed that if he didn't, the Commander might make another appearance and what he wanted right now was his lover. Why Chakotay hadn't dissolved into laughter as he did was beyond him. The man must have iron self-control.
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Chakotay took off his boots and sucked in a deep breath. Tom watched and waited quietly to see what he would do next. His lover turned to face him and said calmly, "It's okay, you can let it all out now."
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Tom noticed a somewhat pinched look on Chakotay's face and thought it might not take much to send him over the edge. In the most even tone he could manage, he stated, "It was the top hat. For some reason, it reminded me of her old bun hairdo."
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Chakotay's jaws clamped shut so tightly Tom could see the muscles working in his cheeks. He decided to nudge a little more and continued, "The fact that Neelix's suit looked like something a food processor would spit out didn't help matters either."
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The only reaction that conjured up was a distinct deepening of the color gracing Chakotay's countenance. Pushing the envelope even further, he added, "The Captain must have known what to expect since she wore basic black. I mean she wouldn't want to clash with his outfit. The spaghetti straps were a nice touch though."
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Moving closer to the statue that was Chakotay, Tom decided to go all the way and asked in a soft, teasing voice, "Don't you think Captain Janeway and the Talaxian Ambassador make a really cute couple?"
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At that point, Chakotay's face resembled an overripe plum and he hadn't taken a breath in what seemed like forever. Paris just stroked his lover's arm, bit his tongue and bided his time.
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Suddenly, Chakotay lost it. The laughter he'd been holding in burst out and roared throughout the cabin, reverberating off the walls. Tears flowed from his eyes and he doubled over holding himself tightly.
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Tom just stood there next to him and watched as Chakotay collapsed onto the sofa. He sported a grin as wide as the Pacific ocean and was enjoying the spectacle of his lover completely out of control. God, it was fun seeing him like this.
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Chakotay's laughter was infectious and before too long, Tom joined him on the couch. Holding onto each other, they tried to speak but sometimes only fragments of thoughts came out of their continually smiling mouths.
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"Bun? Her bun? What do you mean?" Chakotay choked out.
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"It was the same color! Plus, they were almost the same height--"
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"...the shoulder pads and his jacket...."
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"God, yes--no more about what he stuffed where...please?"
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"Okay then, what about Seven and the Doctor?"
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"What about them?" Paris gasped.
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Chakotay chortled, "His bow tie matched her dress exactly."
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"So I noticed, but I never expected either one to be candy-apple red!"
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"Candy-apple?"
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"Never mind," said Tom as he burst into fresh laughter.
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They cackled and guffawed until they were exhausted. Finally winding up in a tangle on the couch, their chuckles subsided and they began to breathe easier.
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Lifting his face to stare at Chakotay, Tom grinned and said teasingly, "I thought you promised me we'd have a better time here than they would have there."
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Chakotay smiled again and answered a little breathlessly, "I thought we just did."
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He watched as Tom tried to formulate a smart-ass reply. While he waited, he caught his breath and rubbed Tom's back. Pulling the blond closer, he let his hands wander and before too long, the blue eyes staring into his own began to get that glazed look that only belonged on pottery.
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He had worried about taking this man for his lover. There was so much bad history, misunderstandings, and just plain bullshit between them that he wasn't certain they could get past it all. Still, he had decided to try and he had to admit that Tom Paris, a chameleon of the emotional variety, had managed to worm his way inside his heart.
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His smile returned as he settled onto his back and brought Tom to lie on top of him. One hand moved to the nape of Tom's neck and guided him down for a long, slow kiss while the other wedged itself down the back of Tom's pants and gripped an ass cheek possessively.
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Tom moaned into his mouth and raised his hips just enough to reach between them. With his hand, he undid the fastening of his own trousers. It seemed he wanted Chakotay to have easier access.
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Chakotay took advantage of the situation and held Tom's head firmly in place, sucking Tom's eager tongue into his mouth further to enjoy its playfulness and distract him while he insinuated his fingers deep into the cleft of Tom's firm, round ass.
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Tom's hands weren't idle. They moved along the fabric of Chakotay's uniform and with subtle shifts of his weight, managed to reach all the important fastenings, opening each and every one. Chakotay became aware of cool air assaulting his skin in odd places and decided it was time to up the ante.
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He rubbed a fingertip over Tom's anus not once, but repeatedly, until Tom gave up trying to control their encounter. Chakotay felt Tom try to pull his lips away wanting more breath but he didn't allow it. Tom would just have to make do with what oxygen he got.
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As Tom submitted, he spread his legs. Chakotay felt Tom's muscles relax and open to him. He pushed Tom's pants and shorts down as far as he could with one hand, baring that perfect ass to the air.
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Patting and stroking it, he kept kissing Tom, this time more gently and letting him breathe more deeply. Before long, Tom murmured, "You win."
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Running one hand through Tom's hair and down his face, Chakotay asked, "Win what?"
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"Everything, anything, just please take me to bed now."
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Blue eyes that resembled refractive marbles gazed into his and in response he gripped Tom saying gruffly, "Whatever you want, Tom...whatever you want." Then he kissed that luscious mouth again.
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Tom began grinding his erection against Chakotay and in so doing managed to writhe enough to put unwanted pressure on newly regenerated ribs. Feeling a sharp pain, he released Tom's mouth and lifted the man up and off his torso. Trying to hide his discomfort, he said, "Time for bed."
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He pushed Tom back to rest on his heels and sat up. Looking at the excited man in front of him, his pain receded and he reached out to free Tom's cock from the prison of underwear in which it was caught.
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As Chakotay stroked the hot, hard flesh he'd just released, Tom settled his hands on Chakotay's shoulders and thrust forward ever so slightly. The blond had risen to his knees and one of Chakotay's legs had fallen off the sofa so Tom had room to kneel.
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Slowly, he peeled off the top half of Tom's uniform exposing his chest and arms. One hand cupped heavy balls tenderly while the other raked through the hairs that sprouted from the pale expanse in front of him.
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Their breathing increased in both pace and volume and Tom threw his head back taking in a great gulp of air. He moved one hand to grip the back of the couch while the other wandered up to play with his own nipples.
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Chakotay was mesmerized by the sight. He ran a single finger between Tom's legs and rubbed that spot behind his balls, then he began licking his way across Tom's belly and down his side.
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His tongue discovered the soft skin above Tom's hip and he bit it, softly at first. Then he began a hard suction and used his teeth with every intention of leaving a mark.
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Tom gasped with surprise and brought his fingers to thread through Chakotay's hair. His mouth busy teasing Tom around the waist, he set his hands upon Tom's ass and squeezed. He felt Tom sway and steadied him by holding on even more tightly.
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"Ooohh god, suck me, Chakotay."
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He looked up from Tom's navel to see glittering blue eyes staring down. Another lick, another nibble and one last bite, then he rubbed between Tom's cheeks again and said evenly, "No."
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Tom blinked and moved a hand toward his raging hard-on intending to help himself along but it was not to be. Chakotay grabbed his wrist and intoned, "Don't move a muscle until I tell you."
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With that order in place, Chakotay rose and undressed. He watched Tom the entire time and when he was nude, he helped Tom to his feet and removed the rest of his uniform. "Come with me."
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Tom was towed into the bedroom and maneuvered to stand by the edge of the bed. Chakotay held Tom's erection in one hand while he pulled down the bedcovers with the other then he seated himself on the mattress.
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Gently, he was pulled to stand between Chakotay's legs. Excited, yet unsure of what his lover had in store for him, he waited silently. There was something different about this time, he could sense it. He knew that he would be on the receiving end of their coupling tonight but this was something else, something more subtle yet intense.
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Looking down, he watched as Chakotay held his cock steady and peeled back his foreskin. For a moment, he had the sensation of being naked from the inside out.
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Every move Chakotay made was so measured and so deliberately aimed at him, personally, that it felt as if everything was happening in slow motion. The experience rivaled that of a temporal distortion and Tom had to remind himself to breathe.
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This was no act of simple, mindless lust, it was Chakotay deigning to make love to him. He could feel the difference--this time, their souls were participating as well as their bodies.
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As Chakotay's mouth came closer, he could feel the man's warm breath and practically hear his heart beating. Never before had he been so focused upon as a person instead of as an object. He stood still and waited, shivering slightly with anticipation.
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When the hot lips and soft tongue finally made contact with his glans, he began to shake. As Chakotay pulled him closer and held his hips in a durasteel grip, he sensed safety and love of the purest kind. If he fell, he knew he would be caught and set down lightly.
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He closed his eyes as Chakotay tasted him, measured him with his wet tongue and supple lips, then took him deeply inside his throat. His hands clutched Chakotay's shoulders so hard he feared leaving bruises, yet neither one of them made a sound.
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In thrall to the power of their connection, Tom allowed Chakotay to lead the way in this bout of their love-making. He let go of his conscious control and existed solely on a primal level.
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Chakotay moved him this way and that, trying to maximize his pleasure; concentrating on bringing Tom to the highest peak he'd ever reach. At some point, Tom became aware that he was lying on the bed but he didn't recall how he got there.
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He felt a need to touch that which was making him soar and his hand landed on a head full of short, almost bristly hair. It served to center him somewhat and he remembered who he was for an instant. Then, not a breath later, he forgot again as his balls were licked and sucked and lightly bitten.
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His legs were widely spread and shoved out of the way. Nipping teeth made a tour of the backs of his thighs and scored long, light lines all the way to his calves. Hands and lips and teeth turned him to something beyond jelly yet he fought it hard enough to whisper, "Chakotay, come up here and kiss me...please?"
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Jerked out of his oral meditation, Chakotay was both surprised and a tad annoyed that Tom could still speak. He'd thought they'd gone beyond the need for words at this point. Smacking Tom lightly on the ass, he murmured, "Who's in charge here?"
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"Mmm, you are."
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"That's right. I am."
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Crawling upward and stopping to suck on the head of Tom's cock for just a fleeting moment, he did eventually arrive at Tom's mouth. Resting his body as lightly as he possibly could over Tom's, he kissed him with all his heart. Tongues twined and breath mingled until Chakotay sensed that Tom had relaxed again.
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He then moved lower and nibbled on Tom's nipples all the while thinking how sweet his skin tasted. Like some rare gourmet dessert served in fine restaurants, he hungered for it. He felt Tom's fingertips tracing his shoulder blades and urging him to go faster.
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Not willing to be hurried, he lazily reached for the lubricant. Coating a thick finger, he worked it into Tom slowly, persuading his internal muscles to do as he wished. They obliged him by squeezing and relaxing around his finger as he shifted up to kiss Tom again quelling any speech he might yet be capable of producing.
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Tom's tongue mimicked the action of Chakotay's finger, alternately lunging forward and retreating. He vaguely wondered if Tom was doing it on purpose but then decided it didn't matter as he removed his finger completely, drawing a bereft moan from Tom. His cock twitched at the sound and he smiled. Tom was all his tonight and he intended to enjoy him thoroughly.
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With what little presence of mind he had left, he smeared lube all over his erection and placed himself between Tom's legs. He lifted them one at a time and set them over his shoulders. Then he waited.
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Finally Tom's eyes opened partially and he leaned down to stare into them. "You are mine."
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"Uh huh, you got *that* right."
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Chakotay rubbed the head of his aching cock against Tom's asshole and suddenly pushed his way inside.
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"Oh god!"
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He paused until Tom's expression showed him it was all right to proceed. As he pushed in further, he felt muscles spasm around him while they struggled to accept the intrusion. Leaning down for a kiss, he slid all the way in.
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Tom's body felt like the haven it was. He wanted nothing more than to remain inside it for the rest of time. So warm and soft, yet strong; he was actively welcomed and he was prepared to stay as long as he could. However, it seemed his gonads had another idea and before long, he was forced to move.
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As he pulled away and thrust back in for the first time, he realized that as much as he was filling Tom with his body, Tom was filling him with emotion. He could feel it in the arms wrapped around him and the lips that touched his own with such caring that he was awed.
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The soft sounds of pleasure that Tom made were music to his ears and when their eyes met, he found himself surrounded by shades of blue. Images of oceans, lakes and the skies of summers past skimmed over his mind much like a flat stone skipping across the top of a deep pond.
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They moved together like one whole being, complete now that they were joined. Chakotay tried to concentrate but failed. His body was heating up all over, yet from the inside out. It felt as if something was melting at his core, oozing outward along his nerve endings until it reached the surface where it threatened to detonate.
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The need for more grew in them both and he felt compelled to give Tom everything he had. He thrust harder and held Tom tighter, kissing him almost roughly as he tried to express all he felt. A couple of long, deep plunges into Tom took him beyond his physical boundaries and he climaxed with what felt like the energy of a photon torpedo.
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When he came back to the land of the living he was aware that Tom was holding him. Tom kissed him gently and let him rest for a few minutes. He finally opened his eyes only to see an amused and tender expression on Tom's face. No mockery, no baiting of any kind, just loving acceptance was reflected there.
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Belatedly, he remembered that he hadn't brought Tom off. He reached down only to encounter a sticky, softening dick. He looked up with an unspoken question in his eyes.
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Tom sighed and smirked. "I came when you did. You are one hell of a good lay, Chakotay."
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Too wiped out to do anything more, Chakotay smiled smugly and mumbled, "I love you, too." Then he fell fast asleep totally unaware that he was squashing his lover.
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With a tired grin on his face, Tom eased out from beneath Chakotay, then stretched his legs and called for lights out. He thought there was no way in hell he'd be able to convince Neelix that they really needed the services the little plastic card offered. Not unless Chakotay had a hidden talent for acting that he didn't know about.
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Refusing to waste more time thinking, he curled up around Chakotay and quickly fell asleep.
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END OF PART 11
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