Susurrations, Part Eight


By Britta

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"Chakotay, I'm turning into a prune."
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"So?" he queried lazily. He rubbed Tom's chest, pulling him backward into his arms again.
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"So I want to get out of here," Tom huffed as he struggled to sit up.
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Chakotay let go of Tom and said, "Then go ahead and get out."
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"Okay. I will!" Tom rose and stepped out of the tub, sloshing water in every direction.
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Chakotay just smiled and leaned back against the smooth surface of the tub. He pressed the HOT button with his toe again. He was feeling much better than he had earlier. His meditation had provided him with a few home truths and he felt secure enough now to follow his impulses--at least where Tom was concerned.
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Tom stared at him pointedly and grabbed a towel then stomped out of the bathroom muttering about how much soap could sting when put into contact with very sensitive areas of his body.
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Chakotay's grin widened even further and he relaxed into the added hot water. He listened to Tom's movements in his bedroom and wondered what price he would have to pay for this evening's pleasure. Whatever it was, he mused, it would be worth it.
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He decided that having sex with Tom while in the bath was something he liked, a lot. Taking Tom up against the wall as the tub filled had been wonderful. Their feet and ankles were warmed by the water and Chakotay had scooped up a handful to mix with the soap. Lathered fingers had brought Tom to the point of begging for it and so Chakotay had given it to him, hard.
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His other hand had stroked up and down Tom's cock, making him yell out loud. It was good that bathrooms were sound-proofed, he thought, as Tom made a lot of noise when he came.
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Sighing contentedly at the memory of what they'd done, he washed his cock yet again. After all, maybe Tom would be more receptive once he'd had a good night's sleep.
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Gods, how he loved the first blush of a new relationship; when it was all right--even necessary, to make love constantly whenever or wherever you could. He smiled to himself and thought that somehow mutual lust usually overcame all obstacles.
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His own ass felt fine now but he spared a thought for Tom's. He wondered if it might be a good idea to give his lover's a rest for a day or two.
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Before he could continue pondering the concept, Tom's voice barged into his thought processes, "Are you going to spend the night in the bathtub, Chakotay?"
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"No. I hadn't planned on it," he replied.
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The rustling of sheets and blankets almost drowned out Tom's next words, "Then get out, dry off and get your ass in here. I want to talk to you."
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Chakotay sighed to himself, grinned hugely at the wall and complied.
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Tom rolled around in Chakotay's bed trying to get comfortable. Shit. He thought back over his intentions for the evening: he'd had a bunch of things he wanted to talk to Chakotay about but what did he wind up doing instead?
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He got laid. Again. In the bathtub, this time.
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Jeez Louise, he thought, as he wrestled with the blankets and pillows, what must Chakotay think of him? Did he come off as wanton or worse?
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Just then, the Commander emerged from the bathroom, semi-dry and glistening in the starlight that illuminated him from head to toe. Tom sucked in a deep breath, then remarked, "I need to pick your brain, do you mind?"
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Chakotay stopped and stood stock still, uncertain of just what type of information Tom was after. He moved to the bed and crawled under the covers then called for lights out. "That all depends on what you want to know." He couldn't imagine what Tom wanted from him.
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Tom snuggled up close and said, "I don't want any state secrets. But I think you might be able to help me out with a problem."
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Relieved, he answered, "I see. What do I get in exchange?"
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Smiling into the darkness, Tom replied, "I can tell you some interesting gossip--none of which you can pass on, of course."
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Holding Tom closer, Chakotay agreed, "Of course."
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Tom sighed contentedly. "Okay. Here goes: I have a friend who needs to learn how to be a Master. I was hoping you might know someone who would be willing to give lessons in the art."
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Chakotay grinned and rubbed Tom's ass. "Send Ensign Kim to see Crewman Dalby. Dalby will teach him...for a price."
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Frowning, Tom rose up on an elbow and called for minimal lights, "How did you know it was Harry I was talking about?"
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Smiling, Chakotay replied, "I have my sources of information just as you do. Being First Officer *and* Maquis gives me a unique advantage. I hear things, Tom. Lots of things."
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Tom's frown relaxed a little and he settled back into Chakotay's arms. "Oh, okay. Hey, did you ever figure out what was going on with the replicators on the lower decks?"
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Running a hand over Tom's back, he said with some frustration, "No. That card got me nowhere. The computer said the email code didn't exist when I tried to access it."
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"What about the replicator logs?"
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Yawning, Chakotay admitted, "Everything we replicated showed up and was correctly charged to my account." He felt Tom's fingers gently stroke his chest and relaxed under their ministrations.
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"That's interesting. What are you going to do next?"
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Chakotay sighed, "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it."
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"Well, why don't you give me the card and let me ask around? Not everyone trusts you, despite your *advantage* of having a foot in both camps," Tom said evenly.
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"Okay. Remind me to give it to you in the morning." Chakotay thought that Tom was probably right in that he didn't know everything about everybody. He called the lights off and inquired, "Is there anything else you I can tell you?"
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"No, not that I can think of offhand," Paris answered.
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"All right. So, why don't you pass on those juicy bits of gossip you promised me earlier?" Sleepily, Chakotay rubbed Tom's ass again.
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Shifting his position a bit, Tom exhaled a long breath and began, "Seven wants to know how to get laid."
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Chakotay snorted, "And she wanted you to do the honors, right?"
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"Nope. She doesn't want *me*," Tom snickered silently.
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"That's good, Tom. Because I'm monogamous by nature and if you wanted to step out, even to do a friend a favor, that would most likely be the end of us," Chakotay said seriously.
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With a smile in his voice, Tom replied, "Don't worry about it, Chakotay. It'll never happen." Tom then kissed him a few times for reassurance.
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Chakotay sighed, shook his head in the darkness surrounding them and whispered, "So what else do you know that I don't?"
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Tom offered his best nugget of information hopefully, "The Captain will be going out on a date sometime soon."
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"Uh huh. I'll believe *that* when I see it." In mid yawn, Chakotay laughed out loud. He had to wonder about Tom. Where did he get these outlandish ideas? "Is this the best you can do? Harry's dilemma I can see, but all the rest?"
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Shrugging against Chakotay's chest, Tom answered, "Believe whatever you like. I'm just holding up my end of the deal."
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"Mm hmm. Right. And no doubt B'Elanna is pregnant as well. Tell me another one, Tom." Chakotay yawned again, squeezed his lover and kissed him on the lips.
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Relaxing, Tom squeezed back and said, "I went and saw Tuvok today."
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"You did? Tell me what happened." Chakotay was prepared for yet another yarn and even looking forward to it. He was beginning to really appreciate Tom's skill at spinning tales.
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Tom placed a few more kisses on Chakotay's face then whispered seriously, "We made nice. I explained as diplomatically as possible that I was glad they got together. He seemed to accept that and then I went on my merry way, leaving both of us happier than we were before."
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Chakotay yawned even more widely and murmured, "That's great." He then kissed Tom one last time. "Thanks for the bedtime stories," he mumbled as he dozed off.
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"You're welcome, Chakotay," Tom whispered as he followed his lover into dream land.
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Tom woke up flat on his back with what felt like a vampire attached to his neck. His dick was enclosed in a warm hand and was being treated like royalty by a contingent of digital ladies in waiting. He moaned once, and instantly, the voracious mouth moved from his throat up to his lips.
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He was kissed and stroked and made love to by Chakotay. Tom did try to make sense of his thoughts but it was far too difficult. Reacting on pure instinct, he reached for his lover's cock and found it hard as a rock, in dire need of some personal attention.
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Squeezing and stroking it as he would his own, if it were free, produced a low growl from the older man. They continued trading saliva and morning-mouth breath until they had to separate their lips in order to inhale more deeply.
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Rubbing each other, sleepy eyes staring at nothing and everything, they managed to merge their bodies' desires in the early, pre-Alpha shift hours. Two hands pumping two cocks; two other hands exploring whatever could be explored.
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Tom and Chakotay lay on their sides, faces close together, tongues sticking out to taste and tease. Suddenly, Tom felt the pace increase and he answered in kind. Chakotay moved a hand down to caress Tom's balls and covered his mouth tightly with his own lips before Tom could scream.
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Feeling his orgasm erupt like a volcano, Tom nearly blacked out. When he stopped shaking, he opened his eyes and saw Chakotay staring at him. Gently, he squeezed the other man's erection just once, then he watched Chakotay's face change expressions as he came explosively in his hand.
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Many long moments later, he pulled Chakotay into his arms, letting their overly-sensitized bodies get used to touching each other again. "Is this what you meant when you said you'd want to have your way with me in the mornings?" he asked with a big smile.
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Breathlessly, Chakotay answered, "It's only *one* of my ways, Tom. There are several others."
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Tom grinned at his lover complacently, then leaned over and licked his tattoo. "I can't wait to find out what else you have in mind," he said in a sultry tone of voice.
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Feeling as if he had Chakotay's number down pat, he expected very little in the way of future sexual surprises. In this case, when it came to predicting Chakotay's actions, Tom was wrong. However, he wouldn't find that out until later.
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Chakotay hauled him out of bed and into the shower. The Commander made an appearance and was all business as they cleaned themselves, got out, got dry, and got dressed.
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As he was hustled out the door in record time, Tom wondered where his lover had gone.
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Chakotay picked up on Tom's uncertainty and briefly hugged him in the turbolift. Stepping away, he saw doubt reflected in those bluer than blue eyes and he felt guilty at being the cause.
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His heart was trying to tell him something but he wasn't sure he wanted to listen. Still, he felt compelled to do something, anything, to take Tom's sadness away.
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Heedless of their location, he took Tom into his arms again and kissed him gently, stroking his face with one hand while the other rubbed his back and shoulders. He felt Tom relax and his own doubts fled instantly.
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This was the right thing to do; he knew it, down deep in his soul. His becoming aware of and sensitive to Tom's emotions was a part of the process of falling in love, and, even though he feared it, he wanted to go through it again.
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Oblivious to the various stops and starts of the turbolift, he and Tom held on to each other and melded their hearts and souls. Neither man noticed or cared who else shared the 'lift because now no one could get between them in any way that counted.
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Kathryn Janeway stepped into the turbolift on her way to the mess hall. She was preoccupied to say the least and therefore wasn't instantly aware of what the wall of people standing shoulder to shoulder in front of her were hiding.
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It wasn't until she heard a muffled moan coming from the back of the 'lift that she deigned to peer between the bodies of Tuvok, B'Elanna, Seven of Nine and Harry Kim only to see her First Officer and Senior Pilot locked in an embrace that practically shrieked, 'Leave us alone.'
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Ignoring the breach of protocol, she turned her back to the fronts of her crew and sensed them all relax.
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The turbolift deposited them on the mess hall deck and five of them stepped out ready to get breakfast. The other two remained inside, too absorbed in each other to care about their stomachs.
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The Captain was well aware that her XO and his lover had not joined the rest of them. She did wonder though why everyone else was so obviously protecting them from her.
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As she approached the serving counter, she thought perhaps Neelix would know. It appeared he had a lot of knowledge about her officers, some of which he was willing to share with her, among other things.
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Smiling at the Talaxian, as he poured her a cup of coffee, she said, "I'd like to speak with you when you have the time."
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Neelix beamed at her and replied in his most professional tone of voice, "Of course, Captain. I'll join you in a few moments."
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Tom Paris felt like he was walking in space without a suit. Never before had he experienced such a sense of danger and safety combined. He felt excited, loved, secure and yet unconfined in any way, shape or form.
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Amazed by it all, he was so focused on his rampant emotions that even the presence of the Delaney sisters barely registered until they began giggling.
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Chakotay reacted quickly, quelling them both with a single glance. Then he turned his gaze to Tom and said, "Let's get out of here."
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Tom recognized the intense look in Chakotay's eyes and once the twins left, he called for his own deck. "We can grab a bite to eat in my cabin, if that's okay with you."
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"That's fine. Thank you, Tom." Dark eyes pierced his heart again and he reached out with both hands anxious to keep the connection between them and nurture it now that it had been forged.
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Chakotay checked the time once they arrived at Tom's quarters. "We have about thirty minutes until we have to be on the bridge."
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"That's good," Tom replied roughly, as he launched himself toward Chakotay.
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Having what seemed to be his newly-discovered beloved, landing squarely on his chest as he was knocked flat on the floor did more damage than Chakotay expected. His breath was knocked out of him and he both felt and heard a rib or two give way.
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"Gods! Tom..." he wheezed.
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Paris was so busy kissing his way around Chakotay's face that he didn't notice the difference in the older man's breathing. Chakotay's gasps of pain appeared to be the same as the pleasurable ones, at least to Tom's ears.
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Chakotay struggled to push Tom off him but with his oxygen supply being depleted by Tom's mouth covering his own and the lean, muscled body crushing him, it was a losing battle.
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Before many minutes passed, he weakened considerably. His vision dimmed and went gray, his hearing began to shut down, and almost all the fight left him at that point. The last memory he had before he lost consciousness was that of Tom's voice, coming from what seemed like parsecs away.
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"I love you, Chakotay."
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END OF PART EIGHT

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