Room Mates - Part 2
By Morticia
Tom had staggered back to Chakotay's quarters and discovered with relief
that he had beaten the Commander home. He was so bone weary that for once he
didn't even bother to wash or brush his teeth and he delighted tiredly in
his defiance.
Tom 1 - The Admiral 0.
He peeled off his uniform and deliberately let it fall in a crumpled heap on
the bedroom floor. The thought of the Commander's dismay at his untidiness
almost managed to bring a smile to his weary face.
And Tom strikes again, he told himself, successfully kicking ANOTHER
tight-assed, authority figure in the balls.
He HATED sharing with Chakotay. He couldn't believe it had been his own
stupid idea to draw lots for the privilege of sharing his few hours off duty
with such an anal-retentive asshole.
On the other hand, he also hated the idea of the couch and Harry had long
since wised up to his manipulations. The first night Chakotay had refused to
give up the bed. So Tom had moaned and groaned loudly all night as he tried
to knot his long limbs into the Yoga positions necessary for 6 foot of
length to fit on 4 foot of couch. He had then griped incessantly at Chakotay
the next morning about his neck strain, muscle cramps and exhaustion, adding
that as the superior officer Chakotay had a DUTY to look after Tom's welfare
and the big doofus had given in.
So he took extreme pleasure in sliding his naked body under the soft silken
sheets of Chakotay's own bed and he quickly fell asleep, his mouth quirking
in satisfaction at the thought of Chakotay's long uncomfortable night on the
couch.
Within seconds he was dreaming of the Delaney sisters. Both of them.
Together. The sun was hot, the skies clear, and he was dozing on the warm
soft sand of the Golden Mile while Jenny and Megan played beach volleyball
in the tinniest bikinis imaginable.
He snuffled into his pillow, his breath deepening as the scene adjusted once
more. Now the Delaney's were playing TOPLESS beach volleyball. Much better.
Tom smiled in his sleep as the delectable bouncing vision danced across his
inner eye.
He felt the sand shift beneath him and felt the long warm caress of a body
sinking into the sand behind him. B'Elanna? He wondered and then smiled
again. It's my dream, he reminded himself, of course it's B'Elanna.
He pushed his body back in the remarkably soft, silky sand until his spine
met warm solidity. The backs of his legs spooned into muscular thighs.
Shit, that girl might have the temper of a shrew, but she sure worked out.
The sun was too bright in his pale eyes, so he gave up his attempt to force
them open in the glare. The soft, sweet scented breath of B'Elanna was
tickling his neck hairs, sending an electrical jolt down to his groin.
"Oh, Baby" he moaned and twisted until they were mouth to mouth.
He hesitated for an instant as his hands ran in exploration down her
surprisingly well-developed biceps, but then his capacity for thought was
drowned in a wave of lust and he dove for her lips.
They were soft and full, so sweet and inviting and yet pursed against his
intrusion. He felt the steady rhythm of her breath suddenly catch.
"Oh, God, I want you so much, baby. I love you," he murmured smoothly as his
tongue darted out and pressed insistently against her closed mouth.
His hands were running up and down her extremely well developed back and
again he wondered at the obvious success of her Klingon callisthenics
program, but then the soft barrier opened slightly and allowed his eager
tongue to delve in.
A sweetness like honey exploded on his tongue and he groaned in passion. B'
Elanna's tongue snaked out and danced with his then began to thrust in hot
rhythm into his mouth.
"Oh god, you're SO hot," he gasped when he finally disengaged to catch
breath. The scent of her filled his nostrils with a musky familiarity. He
slid down her chest and took one of her nipples between his teeth, sucking
and nibbling.
He had obviously noticed that B'Elanna was flat-cheated. Even so, the solid
muscles of her breasts both alarmed and then delighted him. Maybe I'm not a
breast-man after all, he decided as the feel of the tight firm skin beneath
his cheeks made his cock jerk.
B'Elanna gave a low husky groan and he licked his way over to her other
rigid nipple. The body beneath him was whipcord tight, surprisingly solid,
wonderfully strong.
Some part of his head told him that B'Elanna wasn't THIS big, but then
again, it was HIS dream, she could be anything he wanted her to be.
He rubbed his groin against her smooth, muscular legs and felt a spasm of
excitement tremble through her body.
"I want to be in you, baby, please," he purred. "Let me show you what you do
to me." And he interspersed his words with tiny licks and bites between her
neck and collarbone.
His ministrations caused her to emit another deep rolling gasp and he felt
her adjust herself slightly, opening her legs, inviting him to climb on
board and taste her hidden pleasures.
He slid his sweat-slicked body over hers, again amazed and delighted by her
sheer mass beneath his hungry body. For a moment he held himself over her
with trembling arms and then he lowered himself gently until his cock was
level with her groin.
With a groan of bliss he felt his cock meet her own raging erection.
SHIT!
As though the entire dream ocean had risen in a tsunami and crashed over
him, Tom was violently thrown out of his wet dream and discovered that he
was lying on top of Commander Chakotay.
Chakotay's soft brown eyes were filled with unmistakable lust and his
erection was poking Tom's groin like a ship's mast. Tom could feel the wet
kiss of the Commander's pre-cum as it slid down his own sweat-streaked
thighs.
Slowly Tom's frozen inactivity penetrated into Chakotay's haze.
"Tom?" he queried in concern.
Oh Shit, Tom decided, I am SO dead!