Susurrations, Part Three


By Britta

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Tom leaned into him and molded his body against Chakotay's, making the kiss seem far more intimate than it was really was. Chakotay released Tom and smiled. His opening gambit had been well received and Tom's countering move was an inspired one.
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He thought it was time to retreat to a safe distance. "Ready to eat?"
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Bright blue eyes, lit with amusement, met his own. "Yeah. I'm starved."
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They moved over to the serving area, ignoring the reactions of the rest of the people in the room, and spent a few minutes filling their trays.
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Once back at their table, Tom asked, "Would you like a glass of wine with dinner? My treat."
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Chakotay nodded and said, "That would be nice." He looked at the maroon blob on his plate. "What wine do you think goes with this entree?" he dead panned.
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Tom stared down at their as yet untouched meals and matched Chakotay's tone, "Red."
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"Fine with me, but why red?" Chakotay inquired. "To help bring out the robust flavor of whatever this is?"
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The blond snorted, "No. Because it matches."
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Chakotay just grinned as Tom went over to the replicator. He thought that tonight should be very interesting indeed if matters continued to progress as they had so far.
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Tom returned bearing two very large glasses of red wine and they smiled then toasted each other silently. Their dinners were eaten quickly, the peculiar flavor diluted by many swallows of wine.
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The mess hall was much quieter than usual but Chakotay put that down to the curiosity of those around them. They remained silent for the most part, knowing that they could be easily overheard.
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When they were done eating, they pushed their trays over to the side of the table and sat back to finish their wine. Chakotay swirled the few sips remaining in his glass and, as he was about to speak, he looked up to see Tuvok standing beside him.
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The Vulcan hovered serenely until Chakotay inquired, "Is there something I can do for you, Commander?"
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"No. In fact, you have already done it. I wish to congratulate you."
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"For what?" Chakotay was puzzled.
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Tuvok peered over at Tom briefly, locked eyes with Chakotay again, and stated, "For staking your claim to Lieutenant Paris so publicly. I am extremely gratified that you have done so; and once my new wife becomes used to the idea, I am certain she will wish to offer her congratulations as well."
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As seriously as he possibly could, Chakotay replied, "I thank you for your good wishes."
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The Vulcan nodded with respect and left to rejoin the newest member of his clan, who was sitting there in total shock at what she'd seen.
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Tom reached the eighth shade of red and downed his remaining wine so fast Chakotay thought he'd inhaled it. He wasn't certain about Tom's reaction, but was on the verge of bursting into loud laughter himself.
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In case Tom didn't feel the same way, and to affect a dignified getaway, Chakotay finished his wine quickly and stood up. Pulling Tom to his feet, he whispered, "Just pick up your tray and follow me. That's an order."
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Paris nodded and like an automaton did as he was told. Chakotay led them to the recyclers and ultimately out of the mess hall without breaking character once. He even managed to take Tom by the hand for the last leg of their journey.
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The doors closed behind them and he turned back to check on Tom. He did not like the look on Tom's face at all. Damn. All he could think to do was get the younger man to some place private before he exploded.
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Feeling hurt, angry, and full of resentment, Tom allowed Chakotay to drag him off to his quarters. When they arrived and the Commander pulled him inside, he snapped, "Just what the fuck did you think was so funny?"
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Chakotay frowned and turned to Tom, taking his hand and leading him over to the sofa. "Please sit down and calm down."
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Tom sat and watched as Chakotay replicated a glass of wine and brought it over to him. He sipped at it trying to focus on what was happening right now versus the crappy memories Tuvok's speech had brought up from his past.
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The older man sat next to him and waited patiently until Tom asked again, this time more gently, "Why were you ready to laugh at me, Chakotay?"
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Chakotay replied with all sincerity, "I wasn't laughing at you, Tom. It was Tuvok's insecurity that almost set me off. Don't you realize how guilty he feels and how terrified he is of losing B'Elanna to you?"
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Stunned by Chakotay's explanation, all Tom could say was, "You're kidding, right?"
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"No, I'm not. He's concerned that you might try to take her back. I think he feels threatened by the fact that you haven't ever spoken to him about your intentions since his Time occurred."
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Tom rubbed his face and shook his head. "The only reasons I never told him what I thought was because I figured it would get back to B'Elanna and she would be hurt and mad as hell. Besides, I was kind of distracted by thoughts of you, too." He sipped more of his wine.
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The older man looked somewhat uncomfortable at the last statement but ignored it and replied, "I think that's the least of your worries."
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Tom let go of some of his anger and asked, "How do you know what Tuvok feels?"
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Chakotay smiled the 'ship's counselor' smile and rested his hand on Tom's knee. "Call it an educated guess."
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Then the smile faded and Tom hastened to reassure Chakotay. "I'll go see him tomorrow."
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Dark eyes, troubled eyes, looked at him and he recalled what the whole point of the evening had been. He rested his hand over Chakotay's and squeezed it. Tom finished the wine and offered up his empty glass.
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Chakotay set the glass aside and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. "Tell me one thing, Tom. Why do you care what B'Elanna thinks?"
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Tom shifted in his seat and turned toward Chakotay. "Look me in the eye and listen carefully," he said. "I don't really. But I didn't want to hurt her feelings and I wanted to avoid the wrath of a pissed off half-Klingon. Remember the night I got drunk and came after you?"
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Chakotay nodded.
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"I meant it when I told you that she was a substitute for you. I have wanted to be with you for so long it's not funny." Tom rubbed Chakotay's hand between his own and waited for the other man to answer.
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"Then why didn't you say anything earlier?" Disbelief was written across Chakotay's face as clearly as his tattoo.
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"I didn't think you'd give me the time of day, let alone your serious consideration. Think about it, Chakotay, we haven't been on the best of terms until recently."
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Chakotay stared at him for a moment. "You're right. I probably wouldn't have taken you seriously." He paused and looked down at Tom's hands covering his own. "Part of me still wonders about you."
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Tom looked into Chakotay's eyes and said, "What can I do to prove to you that I'm sincere?"
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Freeing his hands, Chakotay rose and asked, "Can I get you more wine? I'm going to have some."
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Studying the man in front of him, he decided this whole thing was too important to screw up by getting drunk. "Just half a glass, thanks." His anger had left him and as he watched Chakotay move around the room, his earlier feelings returned. He wanted to get closer to Chakotay. A lot closer.
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The older man brought him a glass and settled beside him on the sofa. After they both took a sip, Chakotay turned to him and inquired, "Why were you so angry at what Tuvok did?"
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Tom stared into his wine and answered flatly. "I didn't like the terms he used. 'Staking one's claim' is what happens in prison."
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Chakotay peered at him and replied neutrally, "Enough said."
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A few sips of wine later, Chakotay rearranged himself next to Tom and asked in a completely different, darker tone of voice, "So what did you have planned for us this evening?"
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Tom began to grin and ran his hand along Chakotay's thigh. "You really want to know?"
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Smiling in response, Chakotay leaned in close to Tom and whispered in his ear, "Yes. I really want to know." Then he backed off and drank more of his wine.
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Feeling a certain warmth return to his extremities, Tom was heartened and he let his fingers wander toward Chakotay's crotch. He leaned forward and murmured, "Well, I'd planned on wining and dining you. Then I hoped to seduce you; turn you on, make you want me as much as I want you."
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Chakotay threw his arm over Tom's shoulder and gripped him tightly. "Tell me--how would you have done it?" he whispered.
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Tom felt the older man's arousal grow under his fingertips and he turned his eyes to meet deep, dark ones. "Any way you wanted."
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They stared at each other, sharing a wealth of non-verbal information until Chakotay set his wine aside and took Tom's glass out of his hand, getting rid of it. "Show me, Tom."
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Blue eyes widened with surprise. "Are you sure?"
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"Yes."
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At that, Tom gave in and leaned over to kiss Chakotay. He felt like he was on his very first date ever, yet at the same time, he also felt like he was King of the Universe.
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Chakotay felt Tom's lips land on his softly...at first. Then the assault he'd been waiting for happened. A hot, hard tongue pried his lips open and delved into his mouth. Once inside, it softened and explored gently. Making itself at home, it toured the interior of Chakotay's mouth and settled down to enjoy its sucked-in welcome.
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He knew precisely when Tom relaxed and at that point, he exerted his control, turning Tom in his arms until he hovered over the younger man and it was his tongue that pressed its way inside the other's mouth.
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Chakotay felt Tom's acceptance of the change in their roles and moved to push him down onto the floor. He called for lower lights and shoved the coffee table out of the way.
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Licking and sucking Tom's neck, he tried to undress his prize gradually. The long-sleeved shirt was the first thing to go. Tom didn't seem to mind at all but wriggled out of it as quickly as possible.
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They spent long moments removing each other's clothing, exploring every bit of newly-exposed flesh both with their hands and their mouths. Kissing in between other oral forays resulted in heavy breathing and much rolling around.
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Endless strokes of various body parts later, Chakotay held Tom's hard cock in his hand. He gazed down upon the man who was now as naked as he was, and stated, "I am going to suck you and fuck you, in that order, unless you have any objections. If you do, say so now."
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Tom looked up at him, eyes half glazed-over with lust and shook his head. "No problem. But, can we do it in bed?"
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He gave Tom's cock a squeeze which elicited a low moan. "Floor not soft enough for you?"
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"It's not that. I'm just not into getting rug burn on my ass."
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Chakotay chuckled and rose to his feet. Reaching down, he helped Tom up and pulled him into a full-body hug. Stroking the ass in question, he said, "We can't have that happen now can we?" He nudged Tom in the direction of the bedroom.
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He called for lights and the two of them stood there, looking each other over. Turning away from Tom's assessing gaze, Chakotay bent down and reached for the bedspread. As soon as he did so, he felt Tom come up behind him and rub his erection against his rear end.
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"Mmm, you feel nice. You've got a soft butt." Tom reached around him and gave his hard-on a stroke or two.
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"You've got a thing for softness, haven't you?" Chakotay turned and flipped Tom over to land on his back on the bed. Then he moved to cover Tom's body with his own and pressed his lips to the base of Tom's throat.
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"Uh, softness, hardness--whatever," Tom panted between the gasps and groans drawn from him by Chakotay's mouth as it licked and nibbled downward.
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When Chakotay arrived at his ultimate destination, after taking many detours and side trips, he kissed the tip and using his teeth and tongue, gently moved the foreskin back, exposing the tender crown of Tom's cock.
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Tom had been reduced to so much incoherent begging and that was just how Chakotay wanted him; out of control. He filled his senses with the aroma and flavor of Tom's arousal and it fueled his own passion.
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Before long, he felt his hair being pulled and he nearly got kneed in the face by Tom's thrashing. Perhaps he'd think up a safer way to do this next time, he thought idly while Tom continued to buck beneath him.
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"Oh god, now!" Tom managed to shout.
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Chakotay felt Tom go stiff, then his mouth was filled with the proof of Tom's climax. He swallowed, enjoying the taste. When Tom had calmed, he crawled over to lie beside him. Looking at Tom's sweaty face and relaxed expression, he decided he'd been cheated of seeing what Tom looked like when he came.
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Well, he would remedy that right now. He sat up and looked for the lube in the nightstand drawer. When he turned back, he saw blue eyes peeping out from beneath slitted eyelids. He leaned down and kissed Tom, distracting him from whatever he was thinking.
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Strong arms came up to hold him and he felt Tom's energy begin to return. Hands drifted over his back and shoulders, feeling his muscles move as he shifted to lie on his side. They kissed and caressed each other stopping every so often just to stare.
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When a certain glint appeared in Tom's eyes, Chakotay quickly applied lube to his fingers and went searching between Tom's cheeks. As he probed, he held Tom tightly and kissed him again. Tom was a good kisser, which was great since Chakotay loved kissing. He loved any oral activity, he admitted to himself.
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Tom also tasted good despite what they had for dinner. It must be the wine, he thought. Finally feeling Tom's muscles loosened to the point where fucking him became possible, Chakotay turned off his mental chatter that was designed to keep him in control and let go.
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He moved between Tom's legs and lifted them over his shoulders then bent down to murmur in Tom's ear, "Tell me you want it."
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Tom cradled his face with his hands and brought his head down for a kiss. Chakotay remained poised at both entrances to Tom's body. Tom brushed his lips against Chakotay's as he replied with quiet intensity, "I want it. Fuck me, Chakotay. Fuck me hard."
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Chakotay's tongue and cock breached Tom at the same time drawing forth a muffled grunt. He felt hands on his ass, pulling him in deeper and Tom began sucking his tongue in rhythm with his thrusts.
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He quit thinking altogether and let his body take over. It knew what to do without his mind getting in the way. His hands wormed their way under Tom's shoulders as he strove to get even closer.
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Sweat poured off both of them and mingled much like their breaths did. The sound of flesh sliding against flesh joined their muted moans in shattering the silence of the room. Chakotay could feel Tom's reanimated cock pressing upward against his belly and slid a hand between them to grip it.
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He was getting close, too close, but he wanted to see Tom's face when he came. Pumping Tom's cock in counterpoint to his own movements, he pulled up and gazed down at Tom. Tom's eyes were closed but his face was damp and flushed, lips parted. Chakotay thought he was beautiful.
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Thrusting faster, plunging deeper, he stroked Tom inside and out until he felt muscles spasm around him and hot stickiness spurt onto his hand. The expression on Tom's face was enough to bring him to orgasm and he came hard.
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A few moments later, he slipped out of Tom and leaned down for a kiss. Then he rolled off the younger man, and propped on an elbow, perused the vision before him.
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There it was, what he had longed to see, a completely satisfied Tom Paris and in his bed, no less. Gods, what would it be like to see this all the time? With that thought, he called for lights out, brought up the covers and curled around Tom.
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In the darkness, a raspy voice murmured, "You're good, Chakotay."
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Chakotay moved closer and answered, "So are you."
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Tom woke up with a ferocious need to pee. He carefully disentangled himself from the heavy body lying partially on top of him and managed to get out of bed without waking Chakotay.
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He yawned and padded into the bathroom. Once the door closed, he used the toilet and checked the time. Nearly 0400. Shit.
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Thinking back to the scene in the mess hall during dinner, Tom decided that being seen leaving Chakotay's quarters before breakfast wearing the same clothes he had worn the night before was not a good idea. As it was, they'd stirred up the gossip mill enough, no need to make it worse.
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He washed up hastily and quietly sneaked into the living room. Dressing in the dim light Chakotay had left on, he wondered if he should leave a note or something.
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His brain and heart warred with his body and although he admitted that he had been very thoroughly fucked, he wondered what it would be like to be made love to by Chakotay. He had a feeling it would be even better.
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Yawning again, he tabled his thoughts and figured he'd see Chakotay at breakfast. As he sat down to put on his shoes, he winced and wondered how he'd manage to sit at the helm all day long. His ass was already sore and if he didn't do something soon, his next shift would literally be a pain.
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It might be a good idea to take a long, hot bath when he got back to his quarters. Smiling at the recollection of all the events that had led up to this, Tom slipped noiselessly out of Chakotay's cabin and headed for home.
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