GENTLEMEN'S AGREEMENT

Title: Gentlemen's Agreement, 9/16 
Author: Jaye (Copyright June 2002) 
Codes: C/P NC-17

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intended or profit  made. This is NC-17 for m/m sex. If you
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Summary: An alien royal makes Chakotay an offer he can't refuse.

Note: Slightly AU, P/T never happened and I don't know how canon 
Chakotay dresses off duty. Also, Tom's 30, Chakotay 39.

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PART NINE

/She's hopeless. Absolutely hopeless./ Tenderness blended with 
exasperation on Ken's face as he reached out a hand to snag a
gray-clad elbow  and stop his lover's fifth pass in front of the
sofa. "Kathryn, it's not  your fault," he said quietly.

"Of course it is, I---wait a second." Stormy eyes narrowed as
she  reclaimed her arm and sank down next to the tall, slim
figure. "What do  *you* know about it?"

Ken shrugged and turned to face Kathryn more fully. "Chakotay
sent me  an encrypted account of what's been happening the last
few days and  asked me to be on the lookout for signs of ADBUG."

"ADBUG? What's that?"

Ken placed both hands on Kathryn's shoulders. "Another Damn Bout
of  Unfounded Guilt." He shook her gently. "The Chief was hoping
that *I*  could talk some sense into you. It's important to him
that you not blame  yourself for this situation. So important he
sacrificed his privacy to  let me know in confidence what was
going on."

Kathryn threw herself against the back of the couch. "You've got
your  work cut out for you, Ken." Her smile was wan. "I let my
First Officer  and friend accept that cursed seal, knowing that
he was essentially  prostituting himself for Voyager's trip
through the wormhole. And yesterday  I noticed---who could miss
it?---that Nedal wanted Tom and hated  Chakotay. So I should
have done something to either keep them away from the  Regent or
safe in a crowd."

She stood to pace again, "And at the beginning of that disaster
over  there---" she jerked a thumb in the direction of their
escort vessel  "---that slimy bastard so much as came out and
*told* me he was gunning for  a member of my crew. I thought it
might be Tom, but Chakotay was the  one who got tangled up in
Nedal's schemes."

Kathryn flopped onto the sofa once more. "I had a little chat
with  Milady and the Chief Consul before I beamed back tonight.
They admitted  that Nedal deliberately set up Chakotay, using
Tom as bait. It was a  win-win situation for that Rutali rat. If
the Commander hadn't shown up to  stop the Regent, Tom would
have disappeared into the royal cabin. And we  would have had a
hard time getting him out again. As it stands now,  Chakotay is
slated to fight the very man I'll be handing him over to once 
we reach Ruta." She dropped her head into her hands.

Ken wrapped an arm around Kathryn's shoulders and pulled her
close.  "Considering how upset you are, I'm stunned you let me
in the door  tonight. Even if you weren't planning to tell me
anything. Thank you."

He rested his cheek on the top of her head. "Chakotay understood
what  he was getting into, Kathryn. He's willing to pay the
price for helping  to get us all a little closer to home. If
we're lucky, a lot closer.  And that's his decision, not yours."

Kathryn curled up a little closer as Ken continued. "Both Tom
and  Chakotay---hell, everybody on the ship---knew how the
Regent acted  yesterday. They're grown men and Starfleet
officers. Those two are perfectly  capable of assessing their
own risk. And there was no reason to think  either of them was
in danger. Tuvok would have assigned a security detail  if there
had been any indication."

Ken sat forward and turned, lifting his lover's chin to peer
into her  still-guilty gaze. "They were attending a party, for
gods' sake. And as  for what Nedal said to you, unless it was
'I'm planning to kidnap your  pilot' or 'I'm arranging an excuse
to beat the crap out of your  Commander' there's not much you
could have done. If it *was* a total set-up,  complete with
accomplices, you were probably being deliberately  distracted
the whole time."

He sighed. "So please, just cancel the guilt trip. Chakotay
doesn't  blame you. I'm betting Tom didn't either. Nedal is the
one to be angry at,  not yourself. Besides," he smiled just a
little, trying to lighten the  mood, "I won't be able to sleep a
wink if you're up all night wailing  and gnashing your teeth.
It'll be too damn noisy."

Kathryn snorted and leaned her forehead against Ken's. "All
right. I'll  rip up my boarding pass for the good ship
Self-Recrimination. But only  because you've made it sound like
I'm blaming myself because Chakotay  and Tom are three-year-olds
without a brain in their heads."

She settled back into her lover's embrace. "Chakotay suggested
in his  report that I announce the existence of the wormhole
tomorrow. Otherwise  the crew will start questioning why we
don't just turn back toward our  original course and go on our
merry way."

"That makes a lot of sense. Are you going to mention Chakotay
spending  time on Ruta?"

"We haven't decided how to word it yet, but yes, that will have
to be  part of the briefing."

"Then it's settled. You make your announcement, Chakotay turns
the  Regent into a punching bag, he does his time at the palace,
we zip through  the wormhole and put this all behind us."

Kathryn sighed and gave her lopsided grin. "You make it sound so
easy."  She captured Ken's eyes. "I'm glad I didn't shut you out
tonight. I was  going to, but Chakotay added a little note with
his report demanding I  not isolate myself to brood."

"The Chief did seem pretty adamant that you not be alone. His
message  ordered me to comm him for an override if you refused
to open the door."

"What?" Kathryn raised up a little in shock, then shook her head
and  reclaimed her spot, chuckling ruefully. "I think that damn
title and  shiny piece of jewelry are giving my First Officer
delusions of  grandeur---or insubordination."

She sobered and held Ken's hands, twining their fingers
together. "I  keep wondering what my answer would have been if
they'd wanted me. There  was a moment, before Sisryn offered the
seal to Chakotay, when I  thought...Ken, to be absolutely honest
I don't know what I would have done."

She released their clasp to kneel on the cushions and lay a palm
on  that intriguing face. "The first word that popped into my
head was 'No,'  because of you." She searched his eyes. "But if
it were really a choice  between Voyager's well-being or my own
feelings..." Her voice trailed  off.

Ken gave his beloved, his Captain, a wistful, knowing smile.
"There's  no question, Kathryn. Your people come first. I've
always known that was  the price of letting you into my heart. I
knew I loved you when I  realized that it didn't matter."

He took her hand and kissed the palm, curling her delicate
fingers  around it. "A few years ago I'd be breaking furniture
and yelling at the  top of my lungs in protest. But now I
understand that being a Starfleet  Captain out here is a lot
like being a Maquis. No safety net, no  back-up. Sometimes
circumstances force you into actions you otherwise wouldn't 
consider for a second. So, for the record, I would have hated
the idea  of you being the Larat, but I'd still have kissed you
good-bye at the  palace gates," he smiled, "and hello again when
you were free. And not  thought any less of you for doing what
you felt was right."

Kathryn's eyes filled as she hugged the ever-surprising man
she'd never  guessed would be such a soulmate. "I do love you,
Ken, never doubt  that. And I promise, my heart is always
yours."

Ken returned the embrace and whispered into her ear, "And how
about  your hand, Kathryn? Any chance of trusting me with that
as well?"

"What?" Kathryn moved back to look into the intense eyes. "Did
you just  propose to me?"

"Yes. But I don't expect an answer today, or even tomorrow."
Ken's  expression was tender as he tucked a strand of her hair
behind one ear. "I  just wanted you to know that if someday, you
thought you could...well,  I'll be waiting."

"I don't know how soon someday will come, Ken. But I can tell
you to  keep in mind that the question is when, not if, I'll
marry you."

"That's all I wanted to hear, my love."

The two kissed, sealing their bond. Then Ken swept Kathryn into
his  arms and headed for the bedroom. The two opted for an early
night.

***************

"Are you sure you're not still mad at me?" Chakotay's expression
was a  blend of doubt and uncertainty as he regarded his
companion.

Tom laughed. "These aren't torture devices, Chakotay. They're
designed  to deliver pleasure, not pain." His long fingers
played with the pile  of items between the two men on the
red-velvet-and-gilt backless settee.  Tom had spent some time
with the holodeck control panel while Chakotay  had filed their
reports on the incident with the Regent. His good humor  faded.
"Do you honestly think I want revenge because you pulled Nedal 
off me?"

"No, not really. I'm just nervous." Chakotay shrugged
apologetically.  "I'm feeling way out of my depth. I'm not even
sure what half of these  things are supposed to do."

"I guess I'll forgive you then. You've really never used any of
this  stuff before?" Tom was a little surprised. "None of your
lovers had any  toys?"

"Well, only a few of the more traditional ones. Certainly
nothing like  this collection. I guess your past relationships
were a lot more  exciting than mine."

Tom sighed as he considered his many mostly shallow encounters.
"Maybe  you never needed these kinds of mood enhancers, Chak."
He recalled the  intense experiences he'd had under those
capable hands. "You seem  creative enough without them."

"Thanks." Chakotay sighed. "But I know I've seen at least some
of them  in the Rutali book, so I do need to get familiar with
this sort of  thing."

Puzzled brown eyes gazed at Tom. "I still don't understand it,
though.  I mean, if several of these items are supposed to be
used *in* me, what  do you get out of it?"

The blond head tipped as Tom considered his answer. "For the
person  using the toys, it's a way of...freeing your awareness.
When you're having  sex, part of your attention is on your
partner and part is focused on  your own body's responses.
Especially near the end when it's a drive for  release."

He lifted a wand covered in slick, soft material. "For example,
if I  use this when we're together, I can concentrate fully on
you. Every  nuance of expression, every little sound, the way
your body tells me how it  feels. I learn more about you. I
discover your limits. I'm not  distracted by my own passion, and
your pleasure is my reward." The blue eyes  were half-closed in
anticipation. "It's a very sensual, intense  experience."

"And if you're the recipient?" Tom's description made Chakotay
more  worried, not reassured. He wasn't sure he could handle
such close  scrutiny.

"I don't know, personally." Tom dropped his eyes, reminded of
how  unequal things were between the men. /I wonder why that
bothers me so much.  It never has with anyone else./ "But I've
never had any complaints."

/Oh no you don't. I've already decided this is a non-issue./
Chakotay  plucked the black object from the restless fingers.
"So you want to  start with this?"

Tom looked up and saw a flame of challenge kindled in the dark
brown  eyes. He felt his own desire spark. "Maybe. And a few
other items to go  with it." He carefully moved his pile to a
low table within easy reach  of the settee. "But first I need to
grab the oil, and you need to get  naked."

Chakotay paused midway to standing; he sat back down. His brows
rose.  "Just me?"

"There's really no reason for both of us to..." Tom paused and
saw the  tension had returned to the handsome features. He shook
his head at his  own insensitivity, smiled and said, "No, of
course not."

Chakotay stood up again, relieved. "Thanks, Tom."

"Not a problem. I wasn't thinking." He touched one hand to a
strong  wrist. "I know this isn't easy for you."

"For you either, I think." Chakotay said, laying a bronzed hand
over  Tom's pale one. "I'm glad you're still here."

"Yeah, well, enough with the mushy stuff." But Tom was warmed by
the  hearth-fire glow of appreciation that briefly lit the
liquid eyes. He  pulled away and retrieved the bottle of oil.

Chakotay moved to the hallway holding the refresher and swiftly 
stripped. He called up the beige caftan he usually wore here. He
wasn't  usually so shy in private, but he really was nervous,
more than ever before.  Not even Seska had had "toys" like
those. The whole idea of someone  wanting to use some of those
devices---to actually stick things into  him---was completely
alien. And the added knowledge that Tom---his  ever-tempting
siren---would be avidly watching Chakotay's every move ratcheted 
his self-consciousness through the roof.

"We have to stop meeting like this," Tom joked as he passed,
toting  *his* clothes in a basket. "You're right, it does seem
odd to just carry  these things around." He dumped the garments
into the 'fresher as  Chakotay covertly admired the lean gilded
limbs set against the blue silk of  Tom's robe.

The two men walked back to the settee, a taut silence falling
between  them. When they stopped, Tom spoke quietly. "It's going
to be all right,  Chakotay. Trust me."

"You know I do." Chakotay took a deep breath. "So Professor, how
does  this lesson begin?" His voice held a note of teasing.

Tom's eyes narrowed in mock annoyance, but he appreciated the
older  man's attempt at levity. "With something light and
familiar, I think." He  turned and made his selection from the
stash of goodies nearby. "A  feather." He held it up, then
brushed the long scarlet plume very lightly  against Chakotay's
pillow-soft lips. He saw surprise in the dark orbs.  "How does
it feel?" he whispered.

"It tingles." Chakotay said softly, closing his eyes as the
feather  moved up to stroke along his brows. A broad sweep of
sensation marked a  pass across his forehead, then he felt the
very tip dancing along the  lines of his tattoo. A ticklish
sensation caused him to chuckle as the  plume made its way to
one ear, swirling around the whorls and fluttering  in the
hollows.

Tom felt his whole focus drawn to the noble planes of his
lover's face.  He sent the feather over the proud cheekbones and
along the solid jaw.  He brushed the underside, then down the
strong throat to the Rutali  seal. "Computer, delete holographic
garments," he said quietly.

Now his Titan stood in all his satin-sheened glory. The feather
moved  along the powerful shoulders as Tom watched the coppery
skin shiver  under the light touch. He stroked down one arm,
then detoured to where the  older man's torso flowed inward to
the trim waist. He gently poked the  bellybutton, startling
another chuckle out of the dark-haired man as he  opened his
eyes.

Chakotay was quivering under the feather's exploration. It was
as  though Tom was painting his body, waking every nerve ending
with the  whisper-light touches. He looked at the classic
features, drawn in and almost  frowning in concentration. Then
his attention shifted back to his own  body when the plume
skimmed his nipples, tightening them almost  painfully. He
gasped, and felt his cock twitch.

Tom's eyes slitted even more in satisfaction at the sight. He
knew  Chakotay was responsive, surprisingly so considering the
man's remarkable  self-control outside the bedroom. He fully
intended to drive his lover  into moaning anticipation and
screaming ecstasy. The feather made its  way down the carved
muscles of those fantastic legs, flowing down the  thighs,
playing around the ticklish knees, stroking the graceful
shinbones  and teasing the neat ankles and well-cast feet.

Chakotay's toes lifted involuntarily, rippling up and down in
the  feather's wake. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or
concerned that Tom  had completely ignored his wakening arousal.

Tom was breathing a little hard himself when he straightened and 
returned the feather to its berth. His fingers hovered over his
collection,  touching lightly here and there as if to remind
themselves of the  different textures available. They finally
grasped a swatch of dark fur.  "Perfect," Tom murmured
approvingly, reacquainting himself with the  luxuriousness of
the silky hairs.

Chakotay watched as Tom slipped the material over his hand and 
approached. He was a little surprised to hear himself moan and
shudder at the  sensation of soft fur lazily roaming his chest
and abdomen. He arched  toward it a little.

Tom felt his own body react to that guttural, drawn-out sound.
The view  certainly didn't help dampen his ardor any. If he
didn't act fast  Chakotay's next texture would be the velvet of
the settee as Tom started  pounding into him. He shook away the
enticing image and growled, "Turn  around."

Chakotay gave him an uncertain survey from dilated sapphire eyes
to  semi-erect cock, but complied. Now Tom was faced with a
lovely line of  backbone accented by flowing muscles and encased
in that silky  flame-touched skin. He pushed the fur under the
Rutali necklace, brushing up  toward the night-black hair. The
solid form actually wriggled in reaction.  Tom's face smoothed
into a delighted smile as he repeated his action  with an even
more pronounced response.

"I bet you do a mean hula, Chak," Tom teased as he moved down to
the  shoulder blades and ribs. He lingered on the dimples at the
base of the  smooth back, earning him another shimmy.

"No I don't, it's just---Oh!" Chakotay was startled into a long
moan at  the brush of the swatch against his backside. His skin
seemed  sensitized, as if he could feel every separate strand of
fur as it roamed his  flesh. His knees nearly buckled as Tom
moved down to explore his legs,  down the backs and up to nestle
in the small space between his inner  thighs. "Oh my," he
breathed.

/Maybe I'd better gag him. What the hell happened to *not*
getting  involved?/ Tom thought a little desperately as he
regarded his own rampant  erection. His body was reacting to the
sight, and sounds, even the  scent of their increasing arousal.
He wanted to touch all that satiny  bronzed skin, to taste it,
to cover those strong limbs with his own. He  moved back and
took a moment to just breathe, to regain his control. Then  he
dropped the fur onto the pile and picked up a leather-looking
strap  fastened to form a circle in his hands.

Chakotay felt the absence of the fur, and heard Tom rustling
behind  him, but didn't turn. Then the ivory-and-gold work of
art appeared before  him, blue eyes dark and glittering, long
regal manhood jutting proudly.  "Have you ever worn a cock ring,
Chak?"

"No," he answered and looked at the device in the slender
fingers. He  tensed a little when Tom opened the strap and
slipped it around his  semi-hard penis. The touch of the pale
hands was rousing him more as his  lover tested and adjusted the
fit. "Do I really need to?"

Tom nodded, trying to distract himself from the pulsing length
under  his hands. "It's in the book, and I'd like to see if you
can have an  orgasm without actually coming. Some guys can." He
gave a rueful grin. "I'm  not one of them, but your control
seems better than mine."

"Not lately," Chakotay gasped as he involuntarily surged into
the  teasing grip, resting his hands on his partner's broad
shoulders. His cock  stiffened and filled, and he felt a light
pressure from the ring.

Tom was fascinated by the way the sleek body seemed to yearn
towards  him. He stayed a few moments, playing with the soft
hairs surrounding the  textured scrotum. When his own erection
jumped at Chakotay's groan he  quickly freed himself and darted
back to his table. "Kneel on the  settee, Chak."

Chakotay carefully settled his body on the cushions, resting his
hands  on the scrolled arm. He was acutely aware of the velvet
underneath his  palms and lower legs. He turned his head to
watch Tom, trying to stay  relaxed.

Tom was carefully oiling the black wand that Chakotay had
snatched from  him earlier. He was also trying to will his
erection to subside, but  wasn't having much luck. /This makes
no sense. I usually have no problems  keeping my full
concentration on my playmate. I spent an entire day  playing
with Seven's body and barely felt a twitch. Why can't I stay 
detached around my Titan?/

He finished and slowly spun, catching his breath again at the
sight of  that magnificent body. Waiting for him. His gaze
caressed the soles of  Chakotay's feet, the rounded buttocks,
the graceful line of back. He  looked at the older man's face,
and saw the fire of wanting, but also a  lingering shadow of
uncertainty. He watched the Adam's apple bob in the  coppery
throat as Chakotay swallowed.

/It's better to learn what this is like at Tom's hands, rather
than  Nedal's./ Chakotay unclenched the muscles of his opening.
His erection  deflated somewhat as he anxiously estimated the
length and thickness of  the object about to enter him. He
raised up on his knees a little,  bracing his arms and facing
forward. He was surprised to feel a warm hand on  his shoulder,
rubbing reassuringly.

"This isn't any wider than my cock, Chak, and we're not going to
rush."  As much as Tom wanted this, he felt a tinge of regret
that tempered his  desire. He wished for a moment that they were
just two people who were  exploring a mutual attraction, instead
of a courtesan-in-training and  his teacher.

He sighed and reclaimed his hand. He moved behind Chakotay,
parted the  bronzed cheeks and teased the opening with the slick
wand. He felt the  body in front of him shiver. He breached the
puckered orifice, twisting  the oiled length as he eased in and
out, stroking a little deeper each  time. Eventually he saw the
tension in the stiff spine in front of him  ease as Chakotay
began trembling and restarted his long, low moans.  Tom's
shoulders relaxed and his cock firmed again, drawn into the
moment.

Chakotay could see the tremors in his forearms, felt his
breathing  hitch as the strange object became a welcome invader.
The wand was both  hard and soft, firmly pushing against his
prostate. Each stroke sizzled  through him, making his skin feel
taut as the pressure rose inside and  along his bound cock. His
hands crushed velvet, his head dropped forward  as he began
pleading with his tormentor. "I have to take off the strap, 
Tom, I need release, I need to...to..."

Tom saw one trembling hand move away from the cushions and rose
on his  own knees, reaching around to stop its journey. "No,
Chak. Let it  build." He pressed himself against the powerful
body, craving the heat  pouring off the gleaming skin, inhaling
the sweet, spicy scent. He rotated  the wand again with his free
hand and leaned close to nip a tempting  ear. "You're so hot.
Gods, I want you. It's all I can do not to rip this  thing out
of you and plunge in to the hilt. To pound into you until you 
carry me into oblivion. You have to come for me."

He felt Chakotay arch against him, rubbing back against Tom's
chest.  The moans had become panting breaths, almost sobs. He
pushed the wand in  deeper to a soft, choked cry. "Please Chak,"
he moaned, licking the  sweat rolling down the side of his
lover's neck. "Do it," he chanted, "Do  it. Do it now. Do it---"

Chakotay felt like he had no memory, no mind, no will. There was
only  the torturous pressure: on his cock from the strap, on the
hand still  clenched in long pale fingers, and from the solid
length inside him that  pushed, and pushed, and pushed,
unrelenting. He threw his head back and  screamed as the
build-up forced its way out of his throat and along his  limbs,
flashing lightning behind his eyes. He sagged onto the cool pale 
body behind him, shaking, acutely aware of the pulse beating in
his  cock, still rising hot and hard against his belly with his
balls drawn up  tight underneath it.

Tom felt like he nearly came himself, sweat-drenched and
trembling, as  Chakotay's dead weight fell into his arms. He
kissed the throbbing  temple, the flushed cheek, the corner of
the lush mouth open in heaving  breaths. He leaned forward and
glanced down the gleaming bronzed body,  lighting on the cock
still straining for release. "You did it, Babe. I  knew you
could. Gods, that was incredible. You were incredible."

He carefully pulled the rod out of Chakotay's flesh, hearing a
faint  whimper as it finally slipped free. One hand soothed the
still quivering  body, luxuriating in the slick silk of dusky
skin. The other reached  over to the table, grabbing the oil and
a length of dark beads tightly  strung together.

He quickly poured the fluid into his palm and ran the string
across it,  shivering himself as the smooth orbs tickled his
skin. He rested his  chin on Chakotay's shoulder, noting the
man's breathing had returned to  normal. "I'm going to push
these beads into you, Chak, one at a time.  You're already
opened up from the wand, so this should be a piece of  cake.
Then I'm going to free your cock."

"Wait." Chakotay pushed up a little, looking back and laying a
hand on  one lean muscled thigh. "Not alone. I want you to be
part of this."

"I can't fuck you, the beads will be---"

"Then don't. Isn't there something else?" He shifted his
shoulders to  look fully at the younger man. The flames in the
dark eyes were banked  for the moment, smoldering sensuously.

Tom felt like he'd been hanging on forever. His brain jumped 
erratically, making connections as he contemplated Chakotay's
request. /Gods,  he's right, I have to come. He's driven me too
close to the edge. Gods.  God of fire. No wait, Titan. My Titan.
Greeks. What did the Greeks do?/

He moaned when he remembered, leaning forward to slant his mouth
over  the rosy lips a heartbeat away. He was immediately
overwhelmed,  Chakotay's skilled tongue pillaging, forcing his
surrender as it wantonly  stroked his teeth and gums, tracing
patterns on the inner walls of his  mouth. His body thrust
forward blindly, then Tom found the will to pull  free. "Yes,
there's something else." His voice was hoarse, his hands 
trembling as they poured a little more oil. He quickly shifted
back to coat  the skin of Chakotay's inner thighs, slathering
from his ballsac back  into the crease. "I'm going to put the
beads in now." He began pushing  them in, watching as the strand
was absorbed into his lover's depths, his  cock jumping as each
one disappeared.

Chakotay had turned again, spreading his legs a little more when
he  understood what Tom wanted to do. He felt each individual
bead as it  popped past his anus, but lost track of how many Tom
filled him with. A few  remaining beads and bits of string
brushed against his ass as he felt  Tom move closer, settling
his knees inside the space between Chakotay's  feet. Then a hot
solid length, both softer and harder than the wand,  slipped
under the edge of his buttocks and between his thighs. His moan 
found an echo behind him as the top of Tom's cock slid along the
bottom  of his scrotum. He shifted back, sitting full in his
lover's lap and  lowering his hands to stroke and tease the long
gold-sprinkled legs.

Tom pushed forward again, relishing the heat of those powerful
hands on  his skin. He ran his fingers up to Chakotay's
shoulders, circling and  stroking. He slipped his arms under
their counterparts to spread his  fingers against that smooth
coppery chest and rested his chin beside the  gold circlet.

"Watch me, Chakotay," his hot breath washing over an ear earned
him  another shiver that he felt against his cock. "How dark you
look against  my hands. I'm going to touch you all over with
them. I don't want to  miss an inch of your skin."

He sucked an earlobe. "I'm going to have you the way the Greeks
took  their young men, my cock sliding between your strong
thighs. I've wanted  this for days."

Both men began moaning as Tom started his journey, lifting his
hands to  frame the Rutali crystal a moment. Then he began long
slow strokes down  the sweat-sheened chest, tracing the muscles,
tweaking and pulling the  dark nipples. He felt Chakotay lift
his torso, arching into the strokes  and offering more. Tom
moved lower, counting the ribs, trying to span  the waist. All
the time he was pumping into the cradle of Chakotay's  slick
thighs, leaning his pelvis up to start his stroke at the bottom
edge  of the cleft, encasing himself in satin heat. The teasing
brush of the  anal beads caused him to gasp when the string
caught between their  bodies.

Chakotay felt Tom's shaft stroking his skin, touching him in
places  rarely visited by another. He watched, mesmerized, as
the sharp contrast  of the long pale fingers drifted to his
thighs to grope and pinch  lightly. He began shifting restlessly
in the encircling arms, the tension  building again. "Please
Tom, I can't take much more," he panted as the  pressure on his
cock edged near pain.

"Yeah, Babe, it's time. Gods, it's past time." Tom began
pistoning  faster as one hand moved back to grip the beaded
string and another  traveled forward to undo the strap binding
the leaking dark length. He heard  Chakotay's groan as the blood
surged unimpeded through his penis once  more. Tom braced his
forearm against a sleek hip, holding the older man  in place as
he began teasing the rigid cock and balls in time with his  own
punishing thrusts against the muscled body. As Chakotay's groans 
changed in pitch, much lower this time, he readied his hands.

When Chakotay finally came with a bellow, Tom held the thrashing
body  in place as he milked the spurting cock with one hand and
ripped the  string from the spasming portal with the other. He
felt the body against  him lose control, surging back and up
trying to find some outlet for the  tension and energy. He
grabbed both hips and pounded, his pelvis  driving ever forward
as his semen blasted the underside of Chakotay's  straining
body, dripping down his thighs. Tom saw stars as he screamed and 
screamed, finally flopping forward to press close to Chakotay as
the  exhausted older man sank back. "Are you okay, Chak?" he
asked from a sore  throat when he had some control of his breath
again.

Chakotay was still lost in a daze. When the cock ring was
finally gone  he'd abandoned himself to passion, wanting nothing
more than release.  Tom's body had heightened his need, the
hands granting relief and  sensation while the cock pulsed with
its relentless heat. Then his orgasm hit  and he'd been trapped
in a vise of pleasure, one relentless hand  fisting his jetting
manhood while the other pulled the beads from his ass.  He'd
again felt each smooth orb as it left him. The sensations
finally  drove him to a frenzy in the ivory embrace as he felt
Tom come, coating  his skin with the evidence of his
fulfillment.

"I think so." He could tell his own voice was a little hoarse.
He let  his fingertips wander among the hairs on Tom's thighs a
moment before  lifting his head from a broad pale shoulder. He
turned, meeting the sated  blue eyes. "Thanks, Professor, for a
most interesting lesson." He  smiled. "And especially for not
staying in your ivory tower like a true  academic."

Tom grinned, feeling a warm spot in his own chest as he basked
in the  gentle warmth of his partner's gratitude. "I assure you,
the pleasure  was all mine. And a hands-on approach always seems
to work best."

Both men just rested, sharing glances, propping each other up.
Finally  Tom broke the silence. "I don't think I can make it to
the bed," he  admitted.

"Me neither. Let's just move the bed over here." Chakotay gave
the  instructions, and soon they were sluggishly pulling the
cover down and  crawling underneath.

Tom watched the brown eyes fluttering closed. "You know, all
this gunk  is going to dry overnight. We're going to be a real
mess tomorrow."

The dark eyes opened a moment. "We'll either hit the pool or the
shower  in the morning." He yawned. "Let me know what you
prefer."

Tom was a little surprised when he was decisively pulled into a
warm  embrace. "Sorry's cold f'you. Stick close. Share
bod'heat." Chakotay's  velvet voice was slurring sleepily.

The younger man felt a flash of panic, then gave a mental shrug
and  settled into the strong arms. He figured he was just saving
himself a  midnight trip across the mattress. After all, this
was where his body  wanted to be.

TBC