Taming of Tom Paris, Conclusion


By Britta


I woke early and lay in bed cuddled up with Tom, enjoying the sensation of being together and relaxed, for the first time in days. It put me in an exceptionally good mood and I thought this was the way I'd prefer to start every day if I had the choice.
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The alarm went off and Tom struggled toward wakefulness. I could feel him trying to deny the reality of having to get out of bed while he hung on to sleep by nestling closer to me and snuggling deeper into my arms.
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Though loath to disturb him, I needed to get up. I peeled him off me and slid out from under the covers while he latched onto my pillow and stuck his face into it, poor substitute that it was. Heading into the bathroom I began to speculate about what the day would bring.
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Tom was scheduled for duty in Sickbay during the morning but would spend the afternoon on the bridge giving flight instruction. I would be on the bridge all day long taking advantage of the boredom to begin the semi-annual crew evaluations.
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I showered under the hottest water I could stand and rejoiced that the necessity for cold ones had disappeared. My meditation of last night had solidified a few errant thoughts in my mind and I felt much better.
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When I was finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into the bedroom calling for full lights. I yanked the covers off Tom, bent over his body and shook my head vigorously, splattering now-cool droplets of water over his prone form.
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He opened his eyes and leapt to his feet in one practiced motion. I moved out of his reach as conscious thought kicked in and he realized what I'd done.
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Smiling, I said, "Rise and shine and get your butt into the shower. We have a lot to do today."
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"Like what?" He looked around with the drunken confusion of someone who was trying hard to make the transition from a good dream to mediocre reality.
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"Like work and a couple of other things you may have forgotten." I rubbed the towel over my head drying my hair while he stood there in a fog. It appeared he still needed more rest.
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His lethargy finally lifted when I aimed my damp towel at his face and it caught him unaware.
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"Oh yeah, I remember now." He yawned and went into the bathroom taking my towel with him.
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I got into uniform and checked the terminal for messages. I found one from the Captain which was coded for my eyes only and I chuckled when I discovered that all it said was how she now understood what a sacrifice I'd made by working alone with the greenhorns.
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I guessed she would appreciate the rest of us even more once we got back to the regular schedule.
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Just then, Tom came out of the bathroom still looking like a zombie from one of those old 2-D vids he liked to watch. He stood, gazing at me curiously and said lazily, "You were going to punish me this morning weren't you?"
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I turned to him and led him back into the bedroom saying, "Yes. Do you remember why?"
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"Vaguely." He yawned again and dropped his towel on the floor as I sat on the bed and pulled him over my lap.
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I spanked him hard and fast and when it was over he was wide awake.
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"Do you remember now?" I asked wryly.
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He jumped up and rubbed his ass, eyes open with an expression of shock on his face. "Yes, sir."
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"Then tell me." I grinned at him and thought he wouldn't be getting off the hook as easily as he used to.
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He frowned and pursed his lips in concentration. "It's because I didn't tell you the whole truth. Right?"
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I gripped his hips and pulled him closer to me, kissed him below his navel then replied, "That's right. When I ask you a question I want to know the complete answer. Understood?"
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"Yes, sir. Will you take care of me now?"
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A tiny hint of slyness colored his voice and I answered, "No."
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"Why not?" His tone changed completely and he became very contrite.
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"Two reasons: one, we don't have time to do it properly; two, you need to reflect on why you set yourself up for this. I want you to think about your motivations. Try to figure out why you did what you did."
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He looked at me skeptically but nodded his acceptance of my decision.
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I stood up and hugged him. "Get dressed and let's go get breakfast."
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He complied and we went off to the mess hall. The morning meal was not much of an ordeal this time and most of the crew who shared it with us agreed, if the happy expressions on their faces were any indication.
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My mood was still very good and I hoped it would stay that way for the rest of the day. Tom sent me odd glances from time to time but I refused to worry about them. We could talk later if need be but for now I just wanted to enjoy the peace I felt.
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When breakfast was done, we rose and got rid of our trays, then left the mess hall. I kissed him goodbye at the turbolift.
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He headed for Sickbay, no doubt his ass still tingling and his mind turning over the reasons why I hadn't taken care of him earlier.
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The morning passed quickly and I finished the preliminary pass at the crew evals. The real work would come when the Captain and I tackled them together but that would have to wait a few days when the schedule reverted to normal.
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Tom spent the afternoon on the bridge and I enjoyed myself watching him go over the basics with his student from Engineering. I didn't have much to do so I indulged myself and let my mind wander back to Tom's vid.
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After meditating last night I watched more of his entries and because they were made specially for me, they were different from the earlier ones. These conveyed information that Tom wanted me to know. All the things he liked and disliked that he had trouble telling me directly. Many things were as I suspected but a few were real eye-opening surprises.
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I had no idea he felt so strongly about some things. I looked forward to having quite a lively discussion on certain topics later that night. I yawned repeatedly and thought that the shift change was catching up with me.
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Tom dismissed his student a few minutes early and when Tuvok relieved me he was at my side instantly, propelling me into the turbolift. As the doors closed he said, "You need to rest. I watched you yawn your way through the whole afternoon."
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I yawned again and nodded. "A nap sounds great. Care to join me?"
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He still looked a little worn out. "Sure."
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When we got to our quarters, Tom made short work of our clothes and we settled down for a snooze.
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I woke up a short time later to find Tom staring at me. "What?" I asked.
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He shook his head. "Nothing. Just thinking." He turned away from me and hopped up to get my robe.
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As he helped me into it, I kissed him and rubbed my palms over his skin appreciatively. I wanted to make up for lost time. But I also wanted to find out about a few issues that Tom's vid had raised in my mind.
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I kissed him again and hugged him, just holding him close. His scent was so comforting to me.
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He sighed, "Sir?"
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"Yes?" I nuzzled his neck and stroked his back, finally letting my hands come to rest on his ass.
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"I'd like to request that we eat in tonight."
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"OK. Sounds like a good idea. I don't feel like getting dressed again." At that point I didn't feel like doing anything except continuing my tactile exploration of Tom.
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"Good," he said a little breathlessly. "I'm getting hungry. How about you?"
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"Oh, I think I may need to work up an appetite first...."
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My mouth landed on his before he could reply and the next minutes set the tone for the rest of the evening. My cock stirred and I rubbed it against Tom's hip.
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He pulled away from my lips and moaned. "Please, sir, may I taste you? It's been forever, please let me."
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I pulled back a little and saw the sincerity of his request. "All right." I moved back onto the bed and let Tom do what he wished.
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He moved between my legs and looked up to smile at me as he untied my robe and pushed it out of his way. Then he lowered his face and started licking my balls.
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I just lay there enjoying the attention he lavished upon me using all the tricks his talented tongue and lips knew. He drew it out for as long as he could until the pleasure had me moaning and writhing beneath him.
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As my pleasure grew so did his. Giving head was an art and Tom was a master at it, at least where I was concerned. He could read me like a navigation chart and knew just how close to orgasm I was at any given point. When I couldn't stand it any longer, he brought me off, releasing me into the void where I floated on dissipating sensation.
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When I came back to myself, I patted the mattress next to me and said, "Bring that beautiful body of yours up here so I can return the favor."
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He lifted his head from my belly and rose to his knees saying ruefully, "Too late."
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I saw the evidence of his climax and shook my head. "You're going to have to learn to save that pleasure for me."
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"I'm sorry. It's just that it had been so long...I couldn't help it."
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He looked truly abject and I felt my resolve turn to mush. "It's OK. I understand. But this is something we will work on in the future."
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He nodded and I sat up and kissed him.
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We got cleaned up and headed for the dinner table.
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"What would you like to eat?" he inquired as he brought me a glass of wine.
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"Nothing heavy. I think I'll just have a salad. You can have anything you want though."
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He returned to the replicator and came back a minute later with two large salads and some rolls. Placing everything on the table, he passed me my food first then sat down across from me and we began eating.
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About midway through our meal, I remarked, "I notice that whenever we eat together you always have the same thing I do."
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He looked up at me curiously. "So?"
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"So I wonder what you eat when you're not with me. Do you treat yourself to hamburgers or rare steaks or what?"
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He smiled a little and replied, "Actually, no I don't. I gave up eating those things quite a while ago."
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"Why? I've never asked you to do that."
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"I know you haven't. I do it for one reason only and that's because I know you don't eat those things and I never know when you'll kiss me. The last thing I want is for you to kiss me and taste the things you don't like and decide you won't be kissing me again."
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"Are you serious?" I couldn't believe it.
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"Yes."
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I just shook my head in amazement. "Tom, you don't have to worry about me not kissing you. I do appreciate the lengths you've gone to but it's not necessary to deprive yourself of the things you like to eat just for me."
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He frowned and said, "I'm not depriving myself of anything. I choose to do this for you because I love and respect you." He took a sip of wine and leaned back in his chair almost daring me to argue with him.
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I just smiled. "You may do as you wish in this matter. The decision is all yours."
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He relaxed then and we continued our meal. When he saw that my glass was empty, he stood to get me a refill.
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I decided that because I had a few more things to discuss with him that we could use more than one glass apiece. "Get enough to keep us happy for the evening, Tom."
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He stared at me but didn't say a word. When he returned to the table he brought a bottle wrapped in an icecloth to keep it chilled for us.
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I ripped apart a bread roll and ventured, "I watched the rest of your vid last night."
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He poured more wine for himself and replied softly, "I know."
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"You do?"
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"Yeah. I woke up and you weren't there so I snuck out of bed and opened the door just a sliver to see what you were doing. The first time I did it, you were meditating. After that, I checked again and heard my vid being played." He took a huge swallow of his wine and went on, "So what do you think?"
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"I think I want to finish dinner and then we can talk about a couple of things, OK?" I looked at him meaningfully and smiled to reassure him that I wasn't really worried about anything. I just wanted to get into some details.
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We lingered over the remnants of our meal and drank enough wine to loosen our emotions. Finally, I had enough of waiting and rose to my feet, taking the wine with me.
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Tom cleared up and brought his glass along as he joined me on the sofa.
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I sat at one end, near a lamp and brought my leg up so he could have a backrest to lean against. He offered me his glass and I filled it then he set it on the coffee table to his left.
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He sat beside me, knees drawn up, his face in partial shadow and said, "So what do you want to know?"
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I reached over with my right hand and felt him from head to toe. Deciding that his feet were cold, I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and covered him from the knees down.
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He looked back at me and blinked.
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I took a swig of wine and stated, "Your toes are cold."
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"Oh." He picked up his glass and took a hefty swallow.
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It seemed that both of us were a little nervous. I set my glass aside and said softly, "I had no idea how much it upsets you when I take the domestic chores upon myself. I'm sorry. If I had known, I wouldn't do it. Can you explain to me why it bothers you so much?"
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He sighed heavily and turned to look at the far wall. "You don't seem to understand what being with you, living with you, means to me."
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"I guess I don't. I'd like to though. Please tell me." I leaned forward and kissed his temple, letting my right hand rest on his chest, over his heart.
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He slugged down the wine remaining in his glass and set it aside, placing his hand over mine. "The tasks that I do around here are very important to me. I get to take care of you. I live with you and they allow me to feel that I belong somewhere; that I have a real home."
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Turning back to face me, he continued, "It's a privilege I've never had before."
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"What do you mean, Tom?" I was confused. I'd always thought of these things as the necessary evils of daily life.
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He sighed and queried, "Did you have things around the house that you were expected to do as a kid? You know, did you have jobs that you were told to perform as a member of the family?"
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"Yes, of course I did. Everybody in my family had something to do. You know that. I told you all about my childhood months ago." I had no clue what this had to do with my defining the rules of his service to me and so sipped my wine and hoped he would clarify the matter.
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He took my hand in his and kissed the palm. "Well, you were one lucky guy, Chakotay. We had servants. I never got to contribute my efforts to the family unit at all. It was always the professional efforts they wanted from me, never the personal.
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"From the time I was little, the only expectations were of the academic sort; never once was I told to empty the recycler or clean up anything, not even my own room. I never got to feel like I was part of a team, family-wise. But here with you...I have *my* chores and you have yours. We are a family. At least it feels like we are to me. It's like I always imagined it would be."
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He kissed my hand again and rubbed it across his face.
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I offered him the wine and he poured some more for himself then set the bottle aside.
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I took a long swallow of my own and reflected on what he'd just said. I was floored by his confession. Never would I have guessed that was how he felt. Tears threatened when it dawned on me that Tom had become domesticated. And that he liked it. The playboy of the Delta Quadrant had changed.
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I quickly set my glass down.
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"Tom, I didn't realize how it much it meant to you. We are a family even though there are only the two of us." I turned to him and kissed him, then sat back to watch his expression. Deciding that it hadn't changed enough to suit me, I kissed him again.
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His arms came up around my neck and he relaxed somewhat. I held him there and thought that maybe someday I'd learn all I needed to know to make and keep him happy.
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I moved away from his lips and held out my glass. He topped it off and poured another little bit into his own. We were close to finishing the bottle and I thought it was a good thing.
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I snaked my hand down his chest and moved it under the blanket which had slid to his hips. Gently taking his balls into my hand, I said, "I'd like to ask you another question."
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"Go ahead. I'll tell you anything you want to know. My mind is yours."
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I rolled his balls in one hand while sipping wine with the other. "I am extremely curious as to what you have in mind to prove my love for you. I find that I don't want to wait any longer to know what it is. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm giving you until tomorrow at noon to decide. If you know now, I want you to tell me."
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He looked at me and grinned. "So it's getting to you. I thought it might. I do know what I want you to do for me. Let me up for a minute."
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I did as he requested and sat back to await his return.
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He sauntered into the bedroom and came back out looking relatively unchanged except for the expression on his face. His hands were clenched at his sides and he moved the coffee table out of the way, setting it carefully to his left.
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He grabbed a couple of throw pillows and dropped them onto the floor in front of me. I thought then that he wanted to suck me off again without my telling him to do so.
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"Chakotay, do you remember the last time I voluntarily sank to my knees in front of you?"
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I frowned in concentration trying to recall which occasion he was referring to but couldn't get past the image of the pillows on the floor.
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I shook my head and replied, "I'm sorry. I'm confused. I don't think *you* have ever put pillows down before."
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He laughed out loud at me and said, "I never have. This is the first time."
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"Oh. OK. So tell me what I need to know in order to remind myself of the historic occasion you're alluding to."
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He looked at me seriously and said, "The last time I did this without wanting to suck your cock or apologize for anything was when I asked you to take me for your own." He leaned forward and kissed my exposed knees then moved closer and laid his head in my lap.
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I waited patiently until he decided to speak again. I had absolutely no idea what to expect so all I did was stroke his hair softly.
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He sighed and glanced up at me, "I have something I'd like you to wear for me. In public. For as long as we are together."
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"What is it, Tom?" I wanted more than anything at that moment to assure him that I would always be there for him but I was so confused by his actions that I didn't know what to do.
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He brought my left hand to his lips and began kissing my fingers one by one, starting with my thumb. When he reached the last finger, he stopped and slid a ring onto it.
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"Would you wear this for me?" he asked hopefully.
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I looked at the slim, plain band and smiled. "Of course I will. It's beautiful. Thank you." That was it? I wasn't sure what I expected but a pinky ring?
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He grinned back at me and said, "Now when people ask you about it, you make sure to tell them that I gave it to you. OK?"
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"OK. I'll even flash it around a little and stir up some curiosity just for you." I pulled him up off the floor and onto the couch for a kiss.
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He laughed and reached for his wine. We toasted each other and drained our glasses.
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"Are you sure this is enough, Tom? Will my wearing this convince you that I'm not going anywhere?" I asked him seriously.
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"Yeah, it's enough. If I ever see that ring missing from your finger, only then will I start to worry." With that, he curled up next to me and placed his head in my lap.
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I threw the blanket over his feet and wormed my hand between his legs. He sighed happily and smiled up at me. "Want to hear a secret?"
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I poured the last of the wine into my glass and said, "Sure."
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"B'Elanna's going to have a girl."
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"She is? How did you find out?"
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"She and Dalby came in this morning to have her hormone levels checked and the Doc asked her if she wanted to know what sex the child was. At first she wasn't sure but then she said she did so he told her. Dalby almost wound up doing cartwheels down the corridor, he was that happy and excited."
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I chuckled at that mental picture. "Well, that news ought to settle a few bets."
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"More than a few."
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I sipped my wine and stared at my new ring. I understood why Tom had given it to me. It was something very public to offset our very private relationship. I would wear it proudly even if it did take some time getting used to it.
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I gave his balls a gentle squeeze and he looked up at me again.
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"What?" he asked as he rolled onto his back, allowing me more access.
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I finished the last of the wine and put the glass down on the end table. "Did you think about things like I told you to this morning?"
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"Yes."
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"What did you come up with?" I inquired as I ran a finger down his nose.
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He grimaced and replied, "I discovered I don't like being punished in the morning. I also figured one of the reasons you didn't take care of me right away was to teach me that it doesn't pay to provoke you into spanking me."
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I smiled at him and said, "You got that right. If I catch you doing it again you'll get the strap and I'll let you suffer through the aftermath without my help. Is that clear?"
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"Yes, sir. I won't do it again."
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"Good. The next time you feel the urge to fuck up, tell me about it. We'll talk it over and try to see why you feel the way you do, OK?"
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"OK."
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I removed my hand from between his legs and said, "I think you've waited long enough. Let's go to bed. I'll take care of you, then fuck you senseless. How does that sound?"
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He sat up and kissed me. "Sounds great to me."
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After a few more smooches, I let him up and went and did exactly that.
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The next couple of days went by quickly and we returned to the regular shifts we were all used to. I sent out official questionnaires to all personnel for feedback regarding the cross-training program in order to incorporate the information into the crew evaluations.
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As the days passed, I received very interesting reports from every member of the crew. Because nearly everyone had taught someone else, there were dual responses; opinions on how well one taught coupled with how well another learned. It was fascinating on the one hand but it nearly trebled the amount of work needed to actually perform the evaluations.
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The Captain and I waded through the reports on a nightly basis trying to finish them before we left the star desert. In the meantime, Tom spent a lot of his spare time at the bowling alley. He was on his best behavior these days. I didn't spot anything unusual at all.
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On one of my few nights off, I went to watch his team play against Ensign Kim's. It was just as amusing as Tom had predicted. Harry's team of women were falling all over themselves just to stay close to him. I surmised that Harry was well rested these days and more than ready to reward his teammates if they won or console them if they lost.
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B'Elanna, in spite of being a couple of months pregnant, seemed to have learned how to play and did an admirable job of taking out what frustrations she had on the bowling pins.
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According to Tom, she'd turned into a veritable cream-puff once her hormones had been straightened out. It appeared that pregnancy agreed with her. When she bowled and her aim was true, she'd send the pins flying into other people's lanes.
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It turned out she was a valuable addition to his team. Tom and the others played well and I enjoyed watching the show, especially when his competitive spirit appeared.
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Sitting in the bar and relaxing, I was surprised when Seven and Neelix stopped by my table.
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"May we join you, Commander?" Seven inquired.
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"Of course, please do." I pushed the basket of peanuts and shredded, deep-fried leola root in their direction and waited to see what they had to say.
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Neelix grabbed a handful of the disgusting munchies and chowed down. Seven delicately picked out only the leola root strings and nibbled on them.
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When Neelix finished chewing and swallowing, he asked, "Commander, uh, Sugarlips and I--I mean Seven and I are quite curious about the new addition to your hand."
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I took a sip of my beer and replied, "What?"
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He pointed to my ring and inquired with the utmost concern, "We want to know if you and Tom are engaged."
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"You see, Commander--" Seven interrupted, "I know that Lt. Paris gave you the ring. I was there when he replicated it. What I do not quite understand is its meaning."
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"Me neither," Neelix added anxiously.
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I gazed at their rapt expressions and stifled my laughter as best I could. It wouldn't do to hurt the feelings of the most loving couple on Voyager.
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Sticking out my left hand, letting them get a close view of my ring, I responded, "In my culture and in Tom's, engagement and wedding rings go on this finger." I pointed to the finger next to my pinky.
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"In other cultures, it might be the same finger but on the other hand or the ring might be placed on another appendage altogether. In our case, Tom's and mine, no, we are not engaged."
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"Pity, I would like to witness a human wedding, for my own edification, of course," said Seven.
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I stated, "Well, we aren't engaged yet. This is a beautiful gift from Tom." I smiled and hoped they understood the nuances of my mini-lecture.
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They nodded at each other and then at me. Snagging another handful of bar munchies, Neelix said, "Thank you, Commander, for explaining it to us." They rose as one and stared at each other.
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"You're welcome," I replied.
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As they attempted to make their way through the crowd, I overheard a few snatches of their conversation.
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"Neelix, I told you that it all depends on the number of fingers you have...."
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"Yes, pudding-buns. You were right and I was wrong...forgive me?"
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Thankfully, I lost the thread of their conversation shortly thereafter and could return my attention to Tom.
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I took a large swallow of my beer and thought about the glowing reports I'd received about Tom's performance during the cross-training period. He didn't know it but he'd won the Doctor over. The EMH had kept track of every single question he'd asked that Tom had spent time answering.
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It was an impressive list. I was sure the Captain would be surprised as well.
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I decided to give Tom a private treat.
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I let my mind wander as I watched him and his team bowl their best. They were winning and although I cared for Tom's sake, I was far more intent on thinking of a suitable reward for him. Something to do after the game was over.
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We'd already eaten dinner, although separately. I'd come straight here from a late meeting while Tom had been home to change into his bowling outfit. He looked good in dark green.
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I sipped my beer and thought that maybe it was time to give him a little vacation from himself. I recalled some of the things we'd discussed over the last few days, including his comments to me on the last entry of his 'after I'm dead' vid. I knew now how much he got off on my control trip. He loved it when I focused all my attention on him.
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The question in my mind was where to do it. I tapped my badge and asked for information relating to the availability of the holodecks. They were booked solid until tomorrow. That let out the possibility of going to our special place tonight but I booked some time for us to spend there the next afternoon.
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I'd already scheduled us both to have the day off together. It had been days since we'd had the luxury of sleeping in. Tom would certainly enjoy that, followed by breakfast in bed and an afternoon on the holodeck. It was a good plan I thought.
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Now, for tonight? Hmm, let's see...couldn't get too fancy as neither of us had too much energy to spare. Perhaps just a special trip across my lap, the kind Tom liked, followed by a thorough fucking. That ought to please him. Of course, in order to make the experience even better for him, I'd bring out the full Master persona and maybe even tell him he had to remain quiet.
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The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. Or maybe it sounded better because I was concentrating on watching Tom's ass as he bowled. I smiled to myself and thought, whatever.
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I finished my beer just as the game ended. Tom's team won. There was a lot of back slapping and hand shaking and general merriment. The losers were graceful in their defeat.
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Tom picked up his shoe box and headed in my direction, a big smile of satisfaction on his face. When he got to my table, he dropped the shoe box and kissed me. "Hi, did you see the last strike I made?"
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"Sure did. It was a beauty. Congratulations on winning." I smiled back at him.
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He changed his shoes and replied, "Thanks. I'm glad you were here to see it. My team's first win. They're doing better than I thought they would."
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"That's good. Think you have a chance for the trophy?"
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"It's too early to tell. I haven't seen how good the other teams are. Ready to go home? I want to shower."
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We left the bowling alley and headed home. In the turbolift, Tom turned to me and asked, "Do you have any plans for this evening?"
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I grinned and kissed him then whispered, "You bet I do and they all involve you. I'll explain everything once you get cleaned up. Until then, no questions." I gripped his nearest butt cheek and gave it a squeeze.
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His eyes lit up and he purred, "Yes, sir. Anything you say."
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So now I lay here, cradling him in my arms, deeply contented and sated. I kissed Tom and he sighed, snuggling even closer to me. I had been right. It was excellent tonight. Tom had behaved almost perfectly, too.
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The night's activities had pushed his buttons one by one taking both of us step by step into that highly erotic realm where we frequently played and now he slept.
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I thought of our past, how we got to where we are now and then of our future. The starlight gleamed off my ring and feeling hopeful, I drifted off to join Tom in sleep.
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THE END