And now, part 15 of Room Mates:
By T'Pam
Chakotay headed for the bedroom with long
purposeful strides. This was it! He'd show Tom
Paris that no one played him for a fool. There was
no way he'd be letting the little bastard back out
this time.
Entering the bedroom once more, and noticing with
satisfaction that Tom hadn't moved, he went over to
the nightstand and slammed the lube down on it.
"You are *not* running away from me again," he said
angrily. "You got that, Tom?"
Tom nodded wordlessly, his eyes downcast, focusing
on a spot on the floor. This was going to happen.
It was really going to happen. Chakotay was going
to fuck him.
He felt slightly nauseous at the thought, but then
told himself it was just nerves. It would be all
right. When Chakotay had stuck his fingers up his
ass last night it'd felt incredibly good, hadn't
it?
Okay, so the thought of him sticking *anything* up
there was downright embarrassing, but it'd been
damn exciting too. If he did that to him again
tonight everything would be fine, wouldn't it?
The unmistakable sound of Chakotay taking off his
uniform made him swallow nervously, but he didn't
dare look up. He was finding it difficult to
breathe, all of a sudden, and tried to take slow,
even breaths.
Beads of perspiration collected on his forehead
and, to his dismay, his heart started to pound
furiously in his chest.
Why the hell was he so nervous? It wasn't like he
was some vestal virgin, for God's sake. He'd been
around, not as much as people seemed to think,
but...
"And another thing," Chakotay said furiously.
"This underwear is unisex. It is *not* only for
women. Here, look for yourself."
Tom found a pair of underpants thrown neatly into
his lap. He looked down at them in astonishment.
"Read the label. It says 'unisex'. They're for
both sexes. I do *not* wear women's lingerie."
Tom gingerly picked them up, with the very tips of
his index finger and thumb, and dangled them in
front of him. Swallowing around the lump in his
throat, he managed to murmur, "They're not exactly
Starfleet issue."
"So the hell what? They're comfortable. The
fabric is softer and lighter than regular Starfleet
issue. It almost feels as if you aren't wearing
anything at all and you don't seem to have that
tell-tale line you so often get with other brands."
"I see," Tom answered faintly. What the hell was
he doing sitting here naked, waiting to be bonked,
discussing *underwear* for fuck's sake?
He looked up at Chakotay in bewilderment. "As long
as you're comfortable."
"I am and they are," Chakotay said firmly, as if
the matter had somehow now been resolved.
"I-I'm glad."
"Good." He picked up the tube of lube. "Lay down
and roll over, Tom."
"J-just like that?"
Chakotay frowned. "What do you mean?"
"No foreplay? Nothing? You just want me to roll
over so you can stick it in?"
"What do you want from me? I've been running
around with a permanent case of blue balls for the
past 24 hours, which *you* caused by the way, and
now you want to be wined and dined?"
"You don't have to go that far. But you could at
least kiss me or something. Make me feel like you
want *me* and not just my ass. I didn't think
you'd be a 'Wham-bam-thank you-Ma'am' type of guy."
Chakotay's eyes narrowed into slits. He should
have ordered some tape, to stick over the little
shit's mouth, from the replicator as well.
"I'll see what I can do," he said between clenched
teeth, nudging Tom's thigh to make him move.
With a sigh, Tom inched backwards onto the bed
until his back was resting against the headboard.
All he was doing was delaying the inevitable.
Maybe it would be best to just give in and get it
over and done with.
Chakotay climbed in to kneel next to him. "I can't
exactly access your ass if you're going to sit on
it, Tom."
Tom gulped loudly and nodded, telling himself to
roll over. It'd be all right. Even though
Chakotay wasn't being very romantic about the whole
thing, he wouldn't hurt him any more than
necessary. Would he?
Chakotay watched the emotions play across Tom's
features. He looked nervous. Hell, he looked more
than nervous, he looked scared shitless. His
breathing was erratic, his face pale and his eyes
huge in his face. He looked like the proverbial
innocent lamb about to be slaughtered.
Chakotay's cock twitched at the thought. Spirits!
What a turn-on. A vulnerable, innocent, scared
Tom Paris. He was utterly irresistible, but then
he had no intentions of resisting.
A sudden muffled scream from behind the wall made
them both jump. "Sounds like someone's having
fun," Chakotay leaned in to whisper, as Harry's
indistinct cries for more could be heard.
Tom's eyes widened even further and he began to
breathe in small, shallow gasps. Chakotay began
to worry that he might start to hyperventilate.
His heart melted at the obvious terror of his
companion and he kissed him gently on the cheek.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he promised
softly.
Tom jumped in surprise as Chakotay's fingers
started to run through the hair on his chest and
then began to play with one of his nipples. It
hardened immediately and he couldn't help groaning
as Chakotay's mouth latched onto it. Nibbling on
it gently, Chakotay reached across and began to
tease the other one with his fingers, bringing it
to a hard nub as well.
Tom groaned again. This felt good. Really good!
He could feel the tenseness starting to leave his
body.
Chakotay's mouth descended lower, licking and
nipping until his tongue was swirling in and around
his navel and he slowly slid down the bed to lie
flat on his back. He wanted Chakotay's mouth to
keep on going... lower... lower.
Tom placed his hands in Chakotay's hair, trying to
guide him down to where he wanted him to be, and
gasped at the sensation of warm lips nuzzling in
the hair of his groin. He arched up off the bed,
as Chakotay's tongue wrapped around the base of his
cock and licked its way up to the very tip.
Digging his fingers into Chakotay's scalp, he let
out a small scream as he was swallowed whole,
Chakotay sucking and nipping at him expertly.
He began to pump furiously into the man's mouth,
but Chakotay held his hips down with his hands and
released his shaft with a small, wet, popping ]
noise.
"Not yet, Tom. There's plenty of time for that."
Tom whimpered in disappointment only to gasp in
pleasure, moments later, as Chakotay lay on top of
him, aligning their groins together and kissed him
passionately. Oh Shit! The man could kiss. He
hungrily returned the kiss with all the passion he
was feeling and was pleased to hear Chakotay groan.
This felt so good, better than he could ever have
imagined possible, and he whimpered as Chakotay
began to feast upon his neck.
Wanting more of the incredible feeling that was
building within him, he began to writhe around and
then gave into the urge to thrust up against the
man above him.
Chakotay groaned again and thrust in return, before
quickly rolling off of Tom to lie, panting heavily,
beside him. "I can't wait any longer. I have to
have you *now*," he gasped out.
Tom, so turned on he couldn't even think straight,
rolled over immediately and spread his legs wide.
Writhing around on the sheets he willed his ass to
relax.
He jerked forward suddenly as something cold
touched him *there* and couldn't help clenching his
cheeks together as he felt Chakotay's finger
penetrate him.
Chakotay hissed as he felt the pressure on his
finger and tried to wriggle it around to no avail.
"Relax."
"Sorry, I'm trying." Tom gave a nervous little
laugh and tried to force his muscles to unclench.
Just the thought of having the Commander's finger
permanently stuck up there was more than he could
handle and he laughed once more.
He could imagine the Doc's acerbic comments if he
had to call him for help. He started to laugh
hysterically and his ass relaxed immediately.
"Are you all right?" Chakotay panted behind him,
moving his finger around and making him gasp.
"I'm fine," he groaned, the laughter dying
immediately. "Just don't stop what you're doing."
"I have no intentions of stopping."
Chakotay added a second finger and Tom grabbed the
pillow above his head and clutched it tightly.
This was so fucking fantastic he was sure that if
Chakotay kept it up for much longer he'd come.
Tom squirmed around some more and Chakotay found it
impossible to breathe. He hadn't expected the
pilot to be this responsive. He was now whimpering
with each breath and Chakotay quickly inserted a
third finger.
It was difficult to keep control; he'd waited so
long for this. Visions of burying himself to the
hilt swam before his eyes as he pushed and scraped
at Tom's prostate.
Tom suddenly wailed and came up off the bed.
Chakotay quickly stopped what was he doing and
reached down to squeeze the pilot's balls. He
didn't want him to come until he was inside him,
fucking his brains out.
And now he knew he really couldn't wait any longer,
so he lifted Tom's hips up until he was squatting
on his knees before him and got into position. Oh
Spirits, this would be good.
Tom stiffened as he felt Chakotay lift him into
position. This was it. This was *it*. He felt
Chakotay fumbling around at his entrance and he
shut his eyes preparing himself.
But instead of the sudden pain he was expecting,
Chakotay suddenly tightened the grip on his hips
and pulled him against him. "Oh, fuck," Chakotay
bellowed and then let him go abruptly, causing him
to fall face forward onto the sheets.
He could feel Chakotay scrambling off the bed
behind him and turned his head to watch in
amazement as he high-tailed it into the bathroom.
Tom rolled over, feeling a little dazed. Had
Chakotay had a sudden call to nature, too? Now he
knew how the poor guy must have felt last night.
He attempted to sit up and grimaced at the amount
of lube that was running down from the back of his
ass. How much had Chakotay used? The whole
fucking tube?
Putting his hand between his legs, to wipe some of
it away, he stopped in surprise. That wasn't lube.
That was Goddamned semen!!!!!