Room Mates Part 12 By Morticia
"You sly devil, you," Harry sniggered as he met Tom Paris in the turbolift.
"What?" Tom asked in complete confusion. He was still frantically running his fingers through his uncombed hair in an attempt to at least LOOK as though he had brushed it. Chakotay had given him a glare of such malevolence when he had wandered into the living area for coffee, that he had nearly choked on the spot. After several painful minutes of silence, Chakotay had disappeared into the bathroom and Tom had taken the opportunity to leg-it out of their quarters.
"You and Chakotay," Harry sniggered, winking and digging Tom playfully in the ribs. "B'Elanna said you were doing the horizontal tango together last night."
Tom's mouth gaped open in complete horror,and for once in his life he was speechless. His shock was completely missed by the Ensign as the door opened to let them onto the bridge and it was a very subdued and blushing Tom who took his place at the helm amidst a chorus of cat calls. Fortunately for Tom, Tuvok arrived a few moments later and since no one quite had enough nerve to say anything in front of the Vulcan, some normality was resumed. Everytime Tom heard the bridge doors swish open, he jumped nervously in his seat and surreptitiously looked over his shoulder, but Chakotay didn't arrive and Tom could hardly ask Tuvok why the commander had apparently taken the day off. By lunchtime, Tom's stomach hurt so much he couldn't decide whether he felt hungry or felt sick. He tried to ignore Harry's expectant glance and instead shrank a little further into the helm.
"Mr. Paris, your lunch break started 2.4 minutes ago," Tuvok stated, "I suggest you leave now to ensure your prompt return." Tom turned to tell the Vulcan that he'd rather starve than run the risk of bumping into Chakotay in the mess hall, but something in Tuvok's face told him not to bother. So he attempted an air of nonchalance, as he swung out of his chair and joined Harry at the lift.
Tuvok hid a smug grin behind his impassive face. He didn't really care whether Tom ate today or not, but he knew that Harry was unlikely to eat lunch without his friend and that was unacceptable. Tuvok could feel the first stirrings of bloodf ever creeping through his veins. By tonight he was going to be Tuvok, sex-god of Voyager, and his little love-bunny Harry was going to have a really BIG surprise. The little ensign was going to need all the calories he could get.
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"So, Tom, is it true?" Dalby stage-whispered as he joined the queue behind the blond pilot.
The mess hall was immediately filled with a clatter of dropping forks as everyone abruptly lost interest in their food and swiveled their heads to hear Tom's answer. The sick feeling in Tom's stomach lurched again. He had expected something like this, of course. He was going to KILL B'Elanna. He wasn't sure, though, why he was finding it so difficult to handle. Where the hell was his poise? Why did it matter? This wasn't the first 'morning after the night before' where he had found his off- duty activities to be the main source of ship's gossip. Was it just embarrassment because Chakotay was a man or because the whole thing had been such an unmitigated disaster? He tried to just shrug Dalby's question away, but Ken was enjoying being the centre of attention too much to just let the matter drop.
"I mean, it explains a lot," he drawled.
Tom spun to face him "What the hell do you mean?"
"Well, I never understood why he hadn't kicked your butt off this ship years ago. Obviously he's found a better thing to stick in your butt than his shoe. Gotta admit it though, Tom, it's a damned NICE butt."
Tom's first instinctive reaction was to punch Dalby's smirk straight off his face, but he hadn't survived Auckland without learning that a violent response to teasing only gave people more ammunition to throw at him. He couldn't afford to look vulnerable, so he met Dalby's leer with a grin of his own.
"Why do you assume I'M the bottom?" Tom replied smoothly and was pleased to see Dalby's eyes go huge at the implication. Then he realised that the huge eyes were actually looking at a point over his shoulder. Tom didn't even have to turn around to guess who he was looking at. *Shit! I'm dead,* Tom told himself for the second time in less than 24 hours.
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"No way, Tom." Tom gave Harry his best woeful look, the one that disarmed charging Klingons at 20 paces.
He masterfully trust his lower lip out in a cute pout, and then spoke in a wheedling voice. "Harry, Harry, Harry�you're my BEST friend. My ONLY friend," and he pretended to blink back a tear, "You can't stand by and let me DIE! You HAVE to swap quarters with me!" Harry knew Tom well enough to tell that the whole ham-like performance was covering up some genuine fear. Tom truly was terrified of staying with Chakotay that night.
Even so, Harry wasn't going to give up on his chance with Tuvok without a fight. "So, you've had a lover's tiff, Tom. Surely you can just kiss and make up or something?" Harry asked desperately, too aware of the possible ruination of his own nefarious plans to be as sympathetic as Tom would have liked.
"We are NOT lovers!" Tom spat
"Jenny said you told Dalby that you and the commander have been fucking like rabbits for months and that the only reason Chakotay gave you the black eye in the mess hall was because you mentioned his - um - habit."
"WHAT fucking habit?" Tom asked, new dread filling him. God only knew what he had supposedly said NOW!
"Well everyone was surprised that you were the 'top' to be honest. But Sam pointed out that it's just a male equivalent of penis-envy."
"What is?"
"Panty envy. You know, Chakotay's thing for women's lingerie."
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Tuvok stopped to check his reflection in the mirror-like gleam of his door. Satisfied that he was indeed the answer to the wet-dreams of all virginal Ensigns in the known universe, he bounced into his quarters. Harry was already in bed, his plump beautiful buttocks just waiting for a vulcan volcano to erupt between their twin peaks. Tuvok began to whistle merrily as he stripped. He paused to admire the magnificence that was his own cock. Ensign Kim was one LUCKY little lad tonight he told himself with a proud grin. (He wasn't usually so stuck up his own ass, but given the seven-year delay between each Ponn Farr, nobody could blame him for getting a bit over- enthusiastic. He only had a few hours before the blood fever would leave him, he wasn't going to waste even a minute in self-doubt. Besides, one touch of his fevered fingers and that hunky Harry would just be hormonal putty in his hands.)
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Chakotay had spent most of the afternoon regretting hitting Tom in the mess hall. He should have waited and hit him in the privacy of their quarters, that way he could have gotten more than one punch in before the security officers broke them apart. By early evening he felt like a walking, ticking time-bomb. Unable to face the bridge he had spent the day in his office, working on the numerous reports that he had neglected since taking over the temporary-Captaincy, and his door had chimed unceasingly with requests for 'counseling'. He had quickly discovered the extent of the gossip that Tom had started, but as each of his visitors left, so did more of his self-control. He had been furiously disappointed to discover that Tom was just a prick tease, but not truly surprised. What DID surprise, amaze and completely piss-him off was the pilot's capacity for vicious slander and lies. How DARE the little bastard spread rumors like these? Thomas Eugene Paris was going to be spending the rest of his journey home working in waste disposal.
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Tuvok prowled into the unlit bedroom nine inches behind the blind eye of his eager cock. He briskly rubbed his hands together to stimulate the chemicals that would help Harry quickly appreciate the love-god in his bed. "Oh Harreeeeeeeee, HARRRRREEYYYYYYY. Look what Daddy Tuvok's got for YOU!" His little love bunny shot up in panic and tried to burrow under the sheets to freedom. Tuvok dove on top of the buried figure and trapped it in place, grinning at the muffled screams of his lucky chosen mate.
"GOTTCHA!" Tuvok cried in triumph as the squirming figure finally quieted to submission. Without releasing his weight from the trapped Ensign, he slowly ran his right hand under the edge of the sheets and dove for Harry's groin. As the soft flesh withered and then grew hard under his fingers, a telepathic impression leapt back from his touch. It took a longer time for the realisation to finally permeate his fevered brain. He had just initiated Ponn Farr with Tom Paris.