Title : The Gift That Keeps On Giving Author : Beth and Kathy P. Series : Voyager Codes : Voy, C/P Parts : 1/1 Rating : R Summery: Valentines day Challange. The boys give each other gifts. :-) Warnings: m/m relationship Disclaimer: Paramount owns all character written about in this story. I am just taking them out for a walk. Challenge: Joyse posted a challange on Cha_Club. The challange is to write a short story, about 1,000 words long. Must include 'rose', 'chocolate', 'oyster', 'whips', 'chains', 'Bridge', 'orgasm', 'turbolift', 'red', 'blue', 'white', 'rainbow', 'art'.
The Gift That Keeps On Giving
By Beth and Kathy P.
Chakotay stepped off the turbolift heading for his quarters. It had been a long and boring shift on the bridge, and he was looking forward to an evening with his flexible, blond love machine. A.K.A. Tom Paris.
It was the old earth holiday, Valentine's day, and knowing how much Tom enjoyed the old traditions he had ordered roses and chocolates to bring home to him. A dinner of oysters and wine was another pleasant addition to his planned night of seduction.
Chakotay entered his quarters with a skip in his walk only to stop dead at the sight awaiting him.
Sitting on the couch in the middle of the room was his love machine dressed in form fitting black jeans and a garish rainbow T-shirt. Now Chakotay had no problem with the tight jeans as it hugged his lover's long legs beautifully, but the T-shirt was going to cause him permanent eye damage if he looked at it any longer.
Tom brightened when he saw Chakotay enter their quarters with roses and chocolates. "Are those for me?" he asked as he rose from the couch and made his way to his lover.
"Yes. They're for Valentine's day." Chakotay started as he tried not to stare to long at the shirt. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"Your Valentine's day present," Tom said as he grabbed Chakotay's hand. Relieving him of the chocolates and roses he pulled him over to the couch. "Sit," he said.
Placing the roses into a vase he moved back towards the older man. "You see, I've been doing research on the gay culture of the twentieth century. Take my outfit for example," Tom said turning around so Chakotay could get a better look at his outfit.
"The rainbow is an international sign for gay pride. People use to put stickers on their cars and where ribbons and stuff like that."
"Ok, what about the scarves?" Chakotay asked perplexed.
Tom twisted around to look at his ass. In the left pocket was a white hankie and in the right pocket a navy blue one. "Well it's your present."
"What do you mean?"
Tom sat next to Chakotay on the couch, "In the 1970's and �80's there use to be a hankie code so gay men could figure out what kinks their potential partners were in to. Different colours meant different things."
Chakotay shook his head chuckling, "Tom you have way too much time on your hands."
"Yeah? Lucky for you," Tom replied leaning over for a kiss.
Chakotay couldn't disagree. "So what do your colours mean?" he asked curiously.
Tom had the grace to blush a deep red before continuing. "Well the white one in the left pocket means, ummm, �beat my meat'," he chuckled at Chakotay's raised eyebrow at that statement. "Preferably while doing what the navy blue hankie in the right pocket entails."
"And what's that?" Chakotay asked as he moved closer to his blushing lover.
"Well, it means I'm the fuckee."
Chakotay hauled Tom in for a deep, hard kiss. "You got that right baby."
Their intense kissing session was interrupted when Tom pulled away from Chakotay. "So you like my present then?"
"Oh yeah. You're a work of art baby, the gift that keeps on giving."
Tom smiled brightly at Chakotay and rose from the couch. Holding a hand out to Chakotay he said, "Let's move this party into the bedroom."
Taking Tom's hand Chakotay stood up and pulled Tom to him, crushing him against his body. Gripping Tom's ass tightly he lifted him slightly off the ground and kissed him again, twisting the pilot's tongue with his own.
Wrapping his arms around Chakotay's neck Tom ground his pelvis against his lovers. Groaning when he felt the delicious contact in his nether regions.
Continuing his oral invasion, Chakotay began to relentlessly push his lover towards orgasm. Letting Tom go he began to move in the direction of the bedroom, while dragging his blond lover behind him.
Tom had just enough brain function left to remember to grab the bag that was inconspicuous laying on the couch. It was the last part of Chakotay's Valentine's day present. Grinning evilly Tom began to plot all the conceivable uses for the whips and chains in the bag.