Undaunted, Part 7


By Britta

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They walked to Tom's quarters hand-in-hand, though at a faster pace than usual. Once there, the shoes came off, followed quickly by the rest of their clothing.
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Tom took matters into his own hands as he pulled Chakotay into his arms and nearly smothered him with kisses. The man tasted so good, smelled so good--he wanted to devour him. His fingers wandered down the smooth, soft skin of the Commander's back finally coming to rest on his rear end. Gods, but the man had one fine ass. He didn't understand why the rest of the crew hadn't been pounding on this man's bedroom door. Well, it was their loss and his gain.
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Tom's hands cupped the luscious cheeks and squeezed, drawing a similar move from Chakotay. Their lips were locked together, tongues dancing intimately, alternately sucking and thrusting.
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Someone moaned.
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Two hard cocks stabbed at bellies and slid over hot skin leaving trails of slick wetness as they passed. Fingers delved into clefts and rubbed sinuous patterns on super-sensitive flesh. Both men became lost in the brightness of their nerves igniting into flames.
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Chakotay came to his senses momentarily and asked amid heaving breaths, "What do you want, Tom?"
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Tom was too busy licking Chakotay's throat to answer until the XO pinched him on the butt and got his attention. "Paris, answer me."
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"Hmm? What do you mean?" Tom replied as he sucked and nipped his way across one shoulder to the other, stopping again to bite the neck in the middle. "I want *you*."
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Chakotay groaned. "I *know* that much. How do you want me? Do you want to fuck me, this time?" His hands were kept busy as Tom was wriggling in every possible direction at once.
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Tom's mouth moved to Chakotay's once more and as he laid his lips on the other's, he mumbled, "No."
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Between hot kisses, Chakotay managed to ask, "No? Then what?"
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Wrapping his hand around his CO's raging hard-on, Tom stood back a bit and said, "I want you inside me, again. Now." Then he stroked Chakotay's erection until the older man stopped him with a glance.
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"If you're certain that's what you want, then quit doing what you're doing and let's go to bed." Chakotay's voice resembled gravel being ground underfoot and Tom smiled as he led his lover into his bedroom.
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As he went to reach for the drawer containing the lube, among other things, Chakotay stopped him. Grabbing his hand, he said, "Leave it alone. I'll replicate some lube for us."
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"Why? I've got tons of it in here."
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"Tom, that drawer is bad luck. Leave it be until we have time to deal with and investigate it thoroughly. For now, I'd like to get on with what we were doing. OK?" He leaned over and kissed Tom as if there would be no tomorrow.
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Tom melted and quickly forgot all about the drawer and its contents. "More than OK. Make it fast and get back here. I want you." He tossed the bedcovers aside and crawled into place.
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Chakotay hurried through his task yet, unwilling to take any more chances, he returned to the bed slowly. He settled next to Tom and kissed him until the blond was almost crying with frustration.
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Turning over onto his stomach, Tom lifted his ass into the air and said, "Get on with it! I want you inside me."
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Chakotay moved to kneel behind Tom and stroked the pale skin offered up to him. As he tried to regain control, he noticed a slight redness where the fork, his fork, had done some damage. He leaned down and kissed the spot.
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Tom wiggled his butt in Chakotay's face. "What was that for?"
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"Just returning a favor...now be still." With that, he gently inserted a large, slippery finger inside Tom.
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He was as gentle as he could be, adding more fingers, stretching him slowly, patiently waiting until he could slide his cock inside.
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When that moment came, he stopped wondering why Tom wanted it this way and concentrated on pleasuring him. Chakotay thrust deeply and then with Tom's very vocal encouragement, harder and faster.
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He gripped Tom by the hips and plunged in and out with reckless abandon. Trying to hit Tom's prostate as often as possible quickly became a lost concept as his orgasm approached at warp nine. He vaguely remembered to lean forward and grasp Tom's cock with his hand. As he pumped into Tom, it was almost an afterthought that he squeezed Tom's dick in rhythm.
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Tom had no complaints whatsoever. He was being royally fucked and he loved it. Every in-stroke skewered him deliciously, filling him. He'd forgotten how good the sensation could feel. Last night had been but a warm up for this time. Oh, how he'd missed this--when it was done with love....
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Guttural cries escaped both of them when they came; Tom first, followed in quick succession by Chakotay.
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Tom collapsed slowly onto his stomach, Chakotay coming down on top of him gently. They did not break their connection right away. Instead, they remained joined while Chakotay rested his weight on his elbows and knees, not wanting to squash Tom.
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Sweat dripped from Chakotay's forehead onto Tom's neck but Tom didn't seem to care. He clenched his muscles around the softening cock in his ass until it accidentally slipped out.
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They both moaned with the loss.
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Chakotay rolled off Tom and heaved a great sigh.
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Tom turned over and kissed the older man, nearly lying on top of him and murmured, "Thanks. I think we managed to banish all the boogie men this time."
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Chakotay smiled, held him close and replied, "That was some powerful magic we just made. If anything can do it, I think that can."
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Tom grinned and leaned down for another kiss. "You must have powers that I don't know about since I feel pretty good."
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"Hmm. I'll tell you about my powers later. Right now, I think we could both use a bath. Remember what the Doctor said earlier?" This was accompanied by a pat on the butt.
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Tom grumbled and smiled a half-smile. "Yeah. I remember. Let me go fill the tub." With a parting kiss, he rose and headed for the bathroom.
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"Your bath awaits!" Tom called out.
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Chakotay entered the bathroom to a wall of steam. "Uh, Tom? You aren't going to parboil me or anything, are you?"
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A muffled laugh caught his attention and he spied Tom lounging in the tub. A sense of deja vu swept over him as he approached and leaned down for kiss, surreptitiously poking a finger into the water. Strong, wet arms came up and around him, inadvertently pulling him off balance.
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He toppled into the tub, legs hanging over the side, his butt mooning the ceiling and he found his face mashed into Tom's groin, underwater. He groped around trying to find a non-slick surface to steady himself on so he could push himself up and breathe. His flailing hands found only Tom. His need for air becoming truly important, he started to panic until Tom gripped his shoulders and hauled him out of the water.
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He sucked in air, coughed and spluttered, "What were you trying to do? Drown me?" He shook his head, water droplets flying everywhere.
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Tom had the grace to look ashamed. "Sorry about that. Are you OK?"
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Chakotay sat back on his haunches, wet from the chest up and sighed. "Yeah. I'm OK." Rubbing his face, he gazed at Tom. Would they ever get it right?
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Tom said, "Do you still want to join me?" He hoped to hell nothing else would happen to them. Gods, what would it take to change their luck?
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"All right. Scoot down some, I'll sit behind you." Chakotay suited his actions to his words and climbed very carefully into the water and then brought Tom back to rest against his chest.
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They sat in silence until the warmth of the water leached their tension away. Eventually, Tom, resting his head on Chakotay's shoulder, turned and said, "Didn't we start the day this way?"
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Chakotay tightened his arms around Tom and replied, "We did. Only I was in front. Then the Captain called."
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"Oh, yeah. It seems like ages ago. You know, there's something I've wanted to ask you about all day long. It's something you said this morning." Tom's brow wrinkled as he recalled Chakotay's complaint about leaving him alone in bed.
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"What is it?"
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Tom wiggled a bit, rearranging his butt. "You weren't too happy about me sneaking out of bed this morning. OK, I know you said you wanted to wake up with me next to you but I forgot about that and I slipped out because I didn't want to disturb you. I promise I'll wake you up if you really want me to but I'd like to know what the deal is. Are you super-possessive or what?"
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Chakotay sighed to himself. "I'm possessive but not to the extent that it should worry you. It's just that I equate being left after sex with being used. Call it a left-over reaction from my personal history. It also doesn't help matters that we've just begun seeing each other. Does that make any sense to you?"
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Tom felt a sense a relief that Chakotay's quirks were easily explained but he also felt sad that the man had been treated poorly by previous lovers. How could anyone do that to him? He shifted his position again and answered, "Yes. It makes sense." Tom left it at that, no need to spell out the obvious, that Chakotay was just a little insecure when it came to matters of the heart. It made it all the more special to Tom when he thought about it: Chakotay was taking a real risk being with him.
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They sat and soaked silently until the threat of pruning became reality, then they washed quickly and climbed out of the tub.
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Still thinking their own and quite divergent thoughts, they dried off and finished their nightly routines somewhat self-consciously. Chakotay borrowed Tom's tooth-cleaning unit and thought if they were going to stay together, they'd have to bring the essentials for both of them to each other's cabins.
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Tom flopped onto the bed and winced as his well-exercised ass connected with the mattress. What had possessed him to do it again? Why didn't he take Chakotay up on his offer to be the fuckee this time? Because it sounded like a good idea at the time, he remembered. Yawning, he tabled those thoughts and waited for his lover to join him. A good snuggle and a whole bunch of sleep was what he wanted now.
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Chakotay finished up in the head and wondered about the contents of that drawer. He made a mental note to spend their day off together, when they would have the time and hopefully the energy, to go through it properly. That wouldn't be for a few days yet but he was certain they had enough to occupy themselves until then.
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Coming out of the bathroom, he saw Tom splayed out on the bed and half asleep. What a beautiful picture he made, lying there like that. He turned off the lights in the unused rooms and set the alarm early so he'd have enough time to go to his quarters in the morning and change.
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That done, he slid into bed, where there was room, and curled up around Tom. Tom jerked awake and sat up. Peering around, he looked at Chakotay and frowned. Then, seeming to make a decision, he crawled over the top of the man and settled on his other side. "Move over."
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"OK." Chakotay did so and asked curiously, "Care to tell me what that maneuver was all about?"
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Tom yawned and called for lights out, then responded, "I was on your side of the bed. Sorry."
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Chakotay smiled in the darkness as he spooned with Tom. Giving him a kiss on his shoulder, he said, "That's all right. I didn't know I had a particular side of the bed."
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Tom rolled in his lover's arms and kissed his lips softly. "Now you know. Good night."
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As Tom rolled back, Chakotay felt a sense of peace wash over him. Maybe this would work out well after all. "Good night, Tom," he whispered.
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His answer was a snore.
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Chakotay sat through the morning staff meeting with gritted teeth. Every time the Captain opened her mouth, Tom shot him a mischievous glance and he couldn't help but think of all those missing dildos. Damn Tom and his raunchy imagination anyway. He picked up his cup of tea and hid his incipient grin behind yet another sip. Good thing his mug was a huge one.
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Paris watched the Commander's reactions closely and knew exactly how to look at him in order to make the man take another swig of tea. Damn, this was fun. He waited impatiently for Janeway to spill her news just so he could gauge everyone else's reactions. This was the most entertaining staff meeting he'd been to in years.
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Finally, the Captain had run through the entire agenda and decided to end the meeting with the subject of her physical status, as if it were the least important item.
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Chakotay was relieved when she finished. He hoped that would be the end of it and they could all go on about their business.
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Tom watched avidly as the members of the senior staff betrayed their emotional reactions with their facial expressions.
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Harry was embarrassed and from his expression seemed to be in some sort of ageist shock. Tom stifled a grin. Poor Harry. It wasn't enough that the 'father' of the ship was sleeping with his 'brother' but now the 'mother' of the ship was turning into an old woman before his very eyes.
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B'Elanna appeared unimpressed, as if it had nothing to do with her, either now or in the future. Tom was willing to bet that when her time came there would more than hell to pay. He hoped they'd be back in the Alpha Quadrant before that happened. He'd rather be in prison than deal with a Klingon/Human hybrid having hot flashes...or worse.
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Tom looked at the rest of the staff present. Tuvok exuded concern and radiated a sense of protectiveness toward the Captain that was hard to ignore. Seven didn't react at all, until Neelix piped up with a question.
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"Excuse me. May I ask what the words 'change of life' mean? Will you become something different? Will I still recognize you?" Neelix asked with all sincerity.
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Seven opened her mouth as the Captain turned beet red. Seven's monotonic reply did not help much. She said, "I believe the Captain is referring to menopause, which is the interval when menstruation ceases in human females."
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"Mensa...what? I'm sorry, but I don't understand." Neelix looked around helplessly.
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Janeway clenched her jaws shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. She did not need this. Not right now.
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Chakotay rose to the occasion and with aplomb suggested that perhaps Seven could explain the details to Neelix *after* they left.
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At that, everyone headed for their stations. Tom admitted to himself that his lover knew how to deal with incredibly awkward situations. He was impressed and verging on laughter at the same time.
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Chakotay moved through the chow line at lunch and grabbed whatever looked even remotely edible then glanced around the room seeing if there was a place to sit.
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Tom hopped up and waved him over to a table which mercifully emptied itself of several women as he approached.
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Chakotay idly wondered why Tom had been surrounded by so much female pulchritude but refused to ask. He sat down and stared at his tray, unsure where to begin.
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Tom smiled, kissed him hello and pointed to something orange on his plate. "I'd start with that. It's pretty good."
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"OK. I'll take your word for it." He dug in and found that Tom was right. It was pretty good.
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Tom finished his own meal and pushed his tray out of the way. Leaning toward Chakotay, he asked, "Want to know what the girls were doing here?"
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Swallowing, the Commander answered, "Only if you want to tell me."
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"They're curious about you."
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"Me?"
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"Yep. They want to know how good you are in bed." Tom sat back and waited for the blush he knew would happen to begin.
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Chakotay nearly choked and quickly grabbed his glass of water. Tom rose and pounded him on the back.
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"You're joking, right?" Chakotay managed to hack out.
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Tom grinned so hugely his face practically glowed. "No, I'm not. That's what they wanted to know."
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"What did you tell them?" Chakotay still wasn't sure this was for real.
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"I said, and I quote, 'I don't kiss and tell.' That disappointed them to no end."
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"Uh huh. Sure it did." The XO looked at Tom skeptically and continued, "If they really cared about that, why didn't any of them ever approach me directly?"
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Tom tilted his head to the side and peered at his lover closely. "You don't know how intimidating you can be, do you?"
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The dark-haired man's eyes widened and he shook his head while he chewed and swallowed. "No. I guess not."
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"Well, it's a moot point now. They're never going to get their hands on you if I have anything to say about it so let's change the subject." Tom scooted his chair closer to Chakotay's. "How about the staff meeting this morning? Wasn't it a riot? I loved Neelix's question."
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Chakotay smiled and took a sip of water. "You were being a shit in there, you know?"
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Tom grinned back meaningfully, "Yeah, I know. Got to you, didn't I?"
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One last bite of something red was washed down with the last of his water then Chakotay leaned over to Tom and kissed him. "You did and you know it."
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"Good." Tom was at his most self-satisfied as they picked up their trays and went back to the bridge.
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The Commander had the bridge for the afternoon while the Captain dealt with other matters. He felt relieved when she'd left; she'd been pacing around like a caged animal, making everyone nervous all morning long. So now he sat there, reviewing reports and crew evals and watching Tom.
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He still wasn't sure about that lunch-time conversation. Oh well, he thought, I hope Tom meant what he said....
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Chakotay took a few seconds to sweep his gaze around the bridge and caught Ensign Kim staring at his lover. His eyebrows rose a bit and he began to wonder.
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What was the young man's problem? He shook his head and decided now was not the time to think about it.
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He picked up where he left off in his latest report and sighed. His mind wandered frequently lately and in directions that were not conducive to being on duty. It appeared that vivid, sexual images of Tom had taken over his thoughts.
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He sighed again and looked forward to the end of his shift.
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Dinner came and went. Tom wondered if there was something they could do together, in public. He still had the horniness level of those who had just discovered each other but he wanted to know if they could exist as a couple outside of the bedroom.
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As they walked down the corridor, he ventured a question, "Chakotay, do you mind if we go out tonight?"
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The dark-haired, dark-eyed, sexually re-awakened man just stared at his newest obsession and replied carefully, "No. Of course I don't mind. What would you like to do?" The Commander wondered if Tom was bored with him already and resolved to do whatever it took to remedy the situation as soon as he could get the chance. Even if he had to resort to using every one of the things in Tom's 'toybox' of a bedside drawer, he'd do it.
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Tom hesitated briefly, then suggested, "How about we drop by the resort? I'd like to thank Neelix for the use of the mess hall and hang around for a little while. I'd like to see who's there and what's up."
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"OK," Chakotay agreed. "Do you mind if we go change first? I'd like to get out of uniform before we hit the sand."
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Tom smiled and replied, "I think you just read my mind. I want to go for a swim and play on the beach for a bit and doing that in uniform just doesn't cut it. Let's go put on something more comfortable...and see what happens."
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Chakotay thought there might be something going on that he wasn't privy to and so decided that if they were going to change their clothing, he'd wear something special, something Tom didn't expect. Two could play at this game....
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"Sounds like a plan. I'll meet you there, all right?" Chakotay asked.
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Tom grinned and leaned over for a kiss. "OK. Fifteen minutes?"
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Chakotay smiled in return and nodded. He then gave Tom's groin a light squeeze and hustled into the turbolift so quickly that Tom was forced to wait by himself, alone in the corridor until the 'lift was available again.
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Tom shook his head. What was going on in Chakotay's mind? Well, he'd probably find out sooner or later. He went to his cabin and searched for his bathing suit. Nothing special, but it would do. He pulled on a pair of loose, ragged overshorts and a T-shirt. Grabbing the largest towel he could find, he set out for an evening of sun and fun.
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He arrived at the resort and found a spot for his towel. Shedding his outer layer of clothing, he looked around to see who was there. The Wildmans were present, Naomi dragging Mom toward the water. A few of the bathing beauties were strategically draped across the landscape and there were the usual oglers, of which Harry was one.
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Deciding not to wait for Chakotay, Tom went straight to the water. A nice, refreshing swim was just he what wanted.
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Chakotay entered the resort and looked around. No sign of Tom. Well, he'd have a beer and wait. He headed for the bar.
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Tom swam, Chakotay drank and Harry watched everything with an interested eye. Hmm, those two weren't all over each other like they'd been every time he'd seen them in the last few days. Perhaps Tom had come to his senses and their little fling had ended. He could only hope. He wanted his friend back. He missed him. It wasn't much fun girl-watching all alone.
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Harry shook his head and wondered what Tom saw in Chakotay to make him give up on women. For the life of him, he couldn't figure it out. He watched as Chakotay spotted Tom coming out of the water and chugged down his beer. Tom waved and Chakotay walked over to him.
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After a damp kiss hello, Chakotay spread out his towel while Tom flopped down on to his own. Then, methodically, Chakotay removed his clothes revealing the tiniest, tightest black swimsuit that Harry had ever seen. He gulped as he watched Tom's reaction which was very nearly the same as his own...eyes bugging out, a lot of his available blood rushing straight to his groin.
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Chakotay stood there, backlit by the sun, acres of smooth, brown skin showing with a sizable bulge barely covered by a scrap of thin fabric.
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And all of the sudden, Harry understood.

END OF PART 7

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