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!!!!!


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