Susurrations, Part 7


By Britta

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They ate lunch quickly. Chakotay could barely taste his food, distracted as he was by Tom's lecherous glances and the teasing way he ate his sandwich. Tom was making it abundantly clear that he wanted Chakotay's ass, and then some.
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He had known that Tom would want to take him sooner or later but he'd been hoping for later, when he felt more secure in their relationship. Now though, it appeared the time had arrived. When they were finished with lunch, he bought himself a moment by stacking their dishes on the trays.
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"Come here, you. It's time for dessert," Tom said, when Chakotay was done. Tom then grabbed him and stripped off his red Command uniform in seconds.
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Surprised by Tom's facility with unfastening 'Fleet uniforms, Chakotay found himself naked and hustled over to the sleeping area. Tom settled them on the bed and proceeded to kiss him half to death. Long, wet kisses, designed to show him what Tom wanted were planted on his lips. The man's tongue invaded his mouth repeatedly until it was conquered.
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Once he surrendered and his lips were freed, he watched as Tom stood and performed a sexy, deliberate strip-tease act. As each piece of Tom's uniform was removed, Chakotay's cock grew longer and thicker.
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Tom gazed at him appreciatively and remarked in a low voice, "Looking good, Chakotay. Very good." Tom then moved between his legs and tasted him for the first time. Chakotay's whole body tingled when Tom took him into his mouth and his erection hardened even more as those soft lips plied their magic. He watched avidly as the blond head raised and lowered again and again.
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Mere moments later, he shouted, "Oh gods, Tom, don't stop. Please don't stop--" Chakotay was practically incoherent as he received the blowjob of a lifetime.
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Tom licked, sucked and fingered his organ with the same expertise that Harry Kim evidenced when playing the clarinet. Lying on his back atop the narrow bed, he was awash in sensations that he hadn't felt in more years than he cared to count.
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His cock was engulfed in Tom's hot, wet mouth and he groaned as a finger gently rubbed between his cheeks. The man was teasing him, pure and simple. As the saliva-moistened finger slipped barely inside him, he moaned his pleasure loudly.
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Spurred on by Chakotay's noises, Tom pulled hard with his mouth, then teasingly licked the head of the older man's cock as if it were a dollop of ice cream. Chakotay wondered whether Tom could fuck as well as he could suck, but it was too much to think about while he was being so exquisitely tormented. He took it for as long as he could, then gripped Tom's head firmly and pulled on his ears until he got his message across.
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Tom responded instantly by sucking harder and more deeply. A few seconds later Chakotay came.
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Panting, gasping, and relishing the orgasmic aftershocks one by one, he lay there gathering his wits. Tom sat back on his haunches and licked his lips, smiling at him. Chakotay was barely able to say, "I like how you do that."
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"Good." Tom got up and grabbed the lube then moved to lie on top of Chakotay like a starfish covering its next meal. Tom then answered his silent question with a grin, "I've been told that the way to a man's heart is through his dick."
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Smiling with satisfaction, he kissed Tom and held him tightly, wondering if this was the one man who could get past all his personal defenses. "If you want to fuck me, now would be a good time. I'm about as relaxed as I can be."
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Tom nibbled along his collarbone then murmured, "Don't rush me."
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Chakotay stroked Tom's back and replied, "No rush. I'll just take an extra long lunch." He moved to kiss Tom again.
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"Good idea, because I'm going to take my time with you." Blue eyes looked down into his own and Tom rubbed his erection against Chakotay's belly sinuously. "I'm going to make you feel so good you won't ever think of anyone else again."
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Having said that, Tom then covered his lips and kissed his breath away, sucking it out of his lungs as the inquisitive tongue made another attempt to subdue his own. Gods, thought Chakotay, Tom tasted better than lunch.
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Fingers meandered over his flesh, coaxing his nerve endings to maximum sensitivity. This time it was different somehow. There was something extra and undeniable, that he felt whenever Tom touched him. Perhaps it was a difference in intent; it was hard to tell.
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Tom changed the tone of his seduction and his caresses didn't feel purely sexual any longer. There was more than just hormones and nerve endings involved in this encounter. Maybe being on neutral territory had something to do with it. Who knew? Chakotay gave up worrying about it for the moment and concentrated on Tom.
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Tom's tongue was everywhere, teasing and probing, licking him in special places. Chakotay wished he had the energy to respond with the same intensity but his lassitude was too great. All he could manage was stroking whatever skin he could reach.
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It seemed to be enough. Tom wasn't complaining; he was far too involved in the worship of Chakotay's body. Soon Chakotay was turned over and his back was given a thorough massage. Each rub was precisely aimed at the few muscles that retained any tension. Also, Tom's extra-busy mouth paid homage to his spine as it worked its way south to gently bite his ass.
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Long, slick fingers slipped inside him and paved the way for what would come. He reveled in the multitude of sensations that assaulted him and gave himself over to pleasure.
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By the time Tom entered him, he felt as if his entire body had attained the consistency of jam. Tom slid to a stop, his balls meeting Chakotay's in a soft, fleshy kiss. Tom rested over him protectively. "You okay?"
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"Mmm, fine," he mumbled in reply.
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Tom kissed the back of his neck and his shoulder then he began to move. It was the longest, slowest and most tender joining he'd ever experienced. His cock woke up again when Tom reached beneath him to grasp it and before too long, his heart was pounding, blood pumping through his veins furiously. He pushed back against Tom, wanting to feel even more.
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Rational thought was shoved out the nearest viewport as sensation overwhelmed him and he lost awareness of his surroundings. Everything was focused on Tom, or rather what Tom was doing to him. Hot breath fanned his neck and he could feel Tom straining to hold back, to stay in control until they were matched in their urgency.
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Each deep stroke felt like a gift. It was as if Tom wanted to be so far inside him that they shared the same skin. The door to his heart was being pounded on by Tom's insistent thrusting, and slowly it began to creak open.
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Many hard strokes later, and with almost simultaneous cries, both of them reached a shattering climax only to slump together into a mass of sated, lumpless skin and bones.
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Sounds of wild breathing trying to calm floated about the room. Chakotay sank to the bed, stunned into speechlessness. He felt so much that was unexpected. Waves of tenderness crashed over him while at the same time he wondered whether they emanated from Tom or from deep within himself.
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His mind and heart couldn't deal with the overflow of emotion at this point. There was just too much to sort out.
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Carefully moving off Chakotay, Tom inquired softly, "Are you all right?"
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"Uh huh." With those two syllables wrung out of him, Chakotay fell asleep.
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Tom sat on the edge of the bed and listened to Chakotay's light snores. Well, it seemed he had been successful in making his point. He smiled at the thought of wearing his lover out.
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Muffling a yawn of his own, he turned to gaze at Chakotay. The man was gorgeous, even when sleeping. He still had a tough time believing they were together. How long would it last? He'd have to work hard to make sure Chakotay wouldn't get bored with him. He didn't want to lose this man.
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He rose, tossed a blanket over Chakotay and stepped into the tiny bathroom. It sported only a sonic shower and so he had to make do with it. He looked around to see if there were any towels available to clean his lover but couldn't find any. Opening all the drawers and cabinets, he saw they were empty. As he went to close the bottom drawer something glinted in the light.
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Moving to the side, he saw a piece of transparent plastic, about the size of a business card, wedged in the corner. Tugging it out, he held it up to the light where at a certain angle, the words 'Notel Hotel and Sex Shop--hours by appointment only' became visible. 'How weird,' he thought. He looked at it again and noticed an internal Voyager email code in tiny figures at the bottom.
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Maybe this had something to do with what Chakotay was investigating. He'd give it to him as soon as he woke up. Heading back into the bedroom, he set the card on the nightstand and put on his clothes.
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Checking the time, he figured Chakotay could sleep a little while longer. He got rid of their lunch dishes and picked up Chakotay's clothes so they wouldn't be too wrinkled. Finally, he dragged a chair over and sat down, propping his feet on the bed.
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He sat there, one arm settled on the armrest, chin resting in his hand. His other hand lay loosely in his lap. He took a deep breath and stared at Chakotay as his thoughts returned to their earlier concerns. 'Well now that I've got him, what am I going to do with him? How will I keep him? Can we stay together? If so, for how long?
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'How will the rest of the crew react if we make it official? What of the Captain? She didn't seem too happy about it at first.
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'And then there's B'Elanna. After that conversation we had in the mess hall, will she ever stop watching me to see that I don't break his heart? God, and I was worried about hurting *her* feelings. Shit. She as much told me that she'd break my neck if I hurt Chakotay. Like I ever would.'
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He snorted at that recollection and then began wondering what Seven wanted to talk to him about. His thoughts drifted from her to the Doctor to Neelix to Harry and back again. There were too many people to keep track of, especially when all he really wanted to know was what Chakotay thought about everything....
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Chakotay woke up slowly and listened. He felt disoriented and wasn't sure where he was, as the bed he was in wasn't familiar at all. The loud snores he heard had to be coming from somewhere. He opened one eye cautiously and saw Tom, his head tipped back over a too short chair. No wonder he was making that hideous noise.
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Noticing the blanket that covered him, he smiled and thought that Tom was a much more considerate lover than he expected. That concept loosened his mind to the point where all the feelings he'd shoved aside earlier came back in a full flood.
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Quickly stuffing them into his mental 'pending' file folder, he rose and stepped into the bathroom. Shit. He'd forgotten that there were only sonics available down here. Still, he made good use of them and then found his uniform, neatly folded. 'Must be Tom's doing,' he thought, as he got dressed.
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Once done, he woke his lover with a kiss, worried about him suffering a stiff neck. Arms came up around him and he pulled Tom to his feet. "Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked.
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Tom yawned once then smiled. "Pretty good." At Chakotay's disbelieving glance, Tom amended, "Okay, pretty *damned* good. How about you?"
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"I'm fine." Chakotay rubbed Tom's neck and heard an answering sigh. He suddenly felt the need to spend some time alone in order to regain his equilibrium and so replied, "I have to go back on duty now. Can we get together later?"
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"Sure." Paris looked at him uncertainly for a moment then answered, "I found something you ought to see."
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"What's that?"
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Tom reached over to the nightstand and picked up the plastic card. Handing it over, he said, "This."
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Chakotay took it and let go of Tom. His curiosity engaged, he postponed examining how he felt about what they'd done this afternoon. He smiled at Tom and said, "Thanks. This might be the clue I was hoping to find."
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Before Tom could reply, he was commed.
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"Seven of Nine to Lieutenant Paris."
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Tom sighed heavily and looked at Chakotay apologetically. "Paris here."
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"The Doctor has informed me that you are off duty at this time. May we meet in Cargo Bay Two to discuss something of a personal nature?"
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Chakotay nodded and smiled, then kissed Tom just for the hell of it.
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Tom smiled back and said, "I'm on my way, Seven. Paris out."
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The two men stared at each other for a moment, then Chakotay waved the little plastic card and said, "Go. Enjoy your latest 'social obligation'. We'll talk later."
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"You bet we will," Tom said fervently. With a hug and another kiss, he was gone.
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Chakotay sat down and wondered why his life had taken so many strange twists and turns lately. He flipped the little card over in his hand and saw the tiny characters on the bottom. Perhaps he should try to contact that address from here, an anonymous cabin, he might just get a response that way.
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If he did, he would have an excuse to avoid thinking about the emotions that Tom had riled up in him earlier. At this point in time, Chakotay felt he really needed an excuse.
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Tom wandered down to Cargo Bay Two and prepared to meet with Seven of Nine. He was getting tired of handing out advice to all and sundry but he had a feeling this might be a little different.
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He entered the area cautiously and called out, "Seven? I'm here."
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She moved around a large storage container and approached him. "I am gratified that you are willing to speak with me."
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Not sure what to do, he looked around for somewhere to sit. "Uh, it's my pleasure, Seven." Always trying to be the gentleman, especially when faced with a Borg or any other potentially nasty alien, he continued, "What can I do for you?"
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She motioned him over to a nearby crate. "Sit and become comfortable. You appear to be nervous for some reason."
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"Um, maybe it's because I don't know why I'm here." Tom perched on top of the unit and watched Seven as she positioned another crate to sit on across from him.
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Seven simply stared at him for a moment, apparently at a loss for words, and he felt a wave of sympathy pass through him. He relaxed and stated, "You seem to have questions about something. No matter what they are, you may ask them." He smiled as reassuringly as he could.
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Her expression changed minutely and she inclined her head. "Thank you. I do have questions but I was not certain who I could go to with these sorts of inquiries."
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Tom frowned a bit. "What sorts of inquiries?"
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Seven sat up even straighter and responded, "I require information about the stages of courtship between humans. I understand the mechanics of sexual relations but I have found little information in the databases regarding how *individuals* get to that point. I want to know more."
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Fighting a smile, Tom answered, "Uh, I'm not exactly the best person to ask about how to develop your feminine wiles."
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Before he could continue, Seven said smoothly, "I am not interested in wiles of any kind. I merely wish to know how to go about convincing the Doctor to have sex with me. I know he is capable of it."
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Tom swallowed his astonishment and replied, "My advice is this: just ask him. He is the most compassionate hologram I've ever met." He hopped off the crate and moved over to the door. "I'm sure if he knew you were suffering from unrequited curiosity, he would help you out in an instant."
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Seven arched a silver-laced eyebrow and tilted her head. "I would hope it would last longer than that."
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Before he could embarrass himself or hurt Seven, Tom nodded sagely and trying to look serious, he said, "I hope so, too. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some other things to do."
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She nodded back and stated, "Thank you for your advice. I will inform you if it turns out to be useful."
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Tom nodded again, waved at her and fled. As he trotted down the corridor toward the turbolift, he decided to go see Tuvok next. They needed to clear the air between them about B'Elanna. He'd already put it off for one day, but it was something that had to be done.
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Chakotay checked in with the Captain and made sure things were going well on the bridge. She sounded content, considering the circumstances, and he signed off feeling relieved.
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He wondered if he would ever discover the cause of her recent bad mood. Shrugging mentally, he decided it didn't matter so long as her mood stayed improved. With that thought in mind, he dropped by his office and tried to catch up with the daily reports. Refusing to examine his other personal thoughts, he went to town dealing with his professional ones.
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Hours later, he realized it was past time for dinner. He rose from his chair, feeling unaccustomed twinges in certain parts of his body and frowned as everything came rushing back. Sighing, he decided a heavy meditation session and a long, hot soak were on the menu for the evening.
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By the time Tom had seen everyone he wanted to, it was way past dinner time. He wanted to talk to Chakotay now that he could tell him certain things.
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Thinking over his mental list of items he wanted to discuss with Chakotay, he went home and changed his clothes. He tucked a spare uniform into a small bag and set off toward the Commander's quarters determined to spend the entire night there.
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When he entered Chakotay's cabin, he found his lover standing in the middle of the room wearing a very short robe and nothing else. "Hi." He tossed his bag onto the sofa and went over to him for a hug and a grope.
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"Hi."
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Tom wormed his hands inside Chakotay's robe and rubbed all the skin he could easily reach. "Looks like you're all ready for bed, or is it that you're all ready for me?" He leaned in for a kiss.
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Chakotay pulled back and smiled. "Neither actually. I just finished my meditation and was going to take a bath."
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Running his fingers across Chakotay's chest, Tom pinched a nipple and asked, "Is that tub of yours big enough for two?"
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Brown fingers began unfastening his pants, tugging his shirt out of the way. Then a velvety voice purred, "Let's go and find out."
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