Room Mates Part 5
By T'Pam
Rated R - for rude words. :-)
Please see part one for disclaimer, 'cause I'm innocent I tell you.
Innocent!
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And now the continuation.
Making his way through the darkened room, he tripped and fell against the
coffee table with a crash. Swearing at the top of his lungs as he climbed
back to his feet, Tom yelled for full illumination and then stood in front of the
replicator trying to decide what he wanted.
He needed something to help him sleep, but he'd be damned if he'd order a
glass of warm milk. A shot of whiskey, that's what he needed.
The computer politely informed him he didn't have enough credits left for
that particular purchase.
"Shit!" He hit the machine with the palm of his hand, knowing it wouldn't
help, but needing to vent.
"What the fuck are you doing now?"
Tom jumped and turned to face the Commander, still in full warrior mode,
by the look of him. "Trying to get something to drink," he answered
sulkily. A part of him felt pleased to see the big Indian bristling at his
tone of voice.
"Do you have to be so noisy about it? And why are the lights on full? Do
you ever think of anyone beside yourself? They're shining straight
through into the bedroom. I need to get some sleep. How the hell I'm
supposed to with all this noise and all this." He waved his arm around
the room, "light. is beyond me."
"Well, I'm sorry," Tom snarled, not sounding sorry at all. "But that's how
I made all the noise in the first place. I didn't have the lights on."
Chakotay's eyes narrowed. "Why are you standing there naked?"
"Because my clothes are in the bedroom and you locked the goddamn
door."
"Don't take that tone with me. You did this deliberately, didn't you? You
made all that noise just to make me come out here and see you standing
there in full light, oh so conveniently naked. You really are a prick
tease, aren't you?"
Tom's blood boiled. He'd been called many things in his life, many, many
things, but never a prick tease. And now Chakotay had called him that
twice. "That's shit and you know it. I was sound asleep and dreaming.
What were you doing crawling into bed with me, anyway?"
"It's my bed, Paris."
"And you said I could have it. What were you hoping? We could have a
quick poke without me waking up?"
"You're full of it, Paris. You were wide-awake. Don't try to lie your way
out of this one."
A red haze formed around Tom's eyes. "Screw you," he yelled at the top
of his lungs. "Get me my things and I'm out of here."
"No, screw you," Chakotay hissed in reply, turning and heading back into
the bedroom. He returned seconds later with an armful of clothes. "You
want your clothes? Here, have them, prick tease."
The bundle of clothes landed at Tom's feet and goaded beyond endurance,
he picked up his boot from the pile and threw it straight at the
Commander's head.
The boot connected with a dull thud and Chakotay staggered backwards.
Looking at Tom disbelievingly for a few seconds, he brought his hand up
to his forehead and rubbed his sore temple. A red mark appeared
immediately.
"You little shit!"
Tom gulped, wondering why he had this sudden urge to throw himself on
the Commander. He didn't think that would be a very good idea
considering the look of rage on the big Indian's face. He decided a better
course of action would be to get out, now, but Chakotay was between him
and the door. As Chakotay took a step towards him, he turned and ran for
the bathroom, sighing with relief as the door slid shut right in his pursuer's
angry face.
His relief was short-lived, however, as the door slid open seconds later,
the Commander overriding his lock out codes.
Tom looked around desperately. Now he was really trapped. There was
nowhere to go in this tiny room. He backed up slowly against the shower
cubicle, Chakotay advancing on him menacingly.
Maybe he should scream for help? Would anybody hear? Would anybody
come to rescue him? After all, Chakotay *was* the acting Captain at the
moment. Would anybody dare to interfere?
Chakotay closed in, effectively trapping him against the screen door with
his chest. Tom looked up into the Commander's intense gaze and
swallowed painfully. This was it. He closed his eyes.
He could feel the Commander's hot breath on his face. The sensation was
almost exciting and he knew if he wasn't in fear for his life he'd probably
be enjoying it. He decided Chakotay was taking so long to hit him because
he was trying to decide where to land the first blow.
Giving himself a mental shake, Tom opened his eyes. He was taller than
the Commander, what was he doing cowering down against him? Screw
that! Whatever was about to happen, whatever Chakotay planned to do to
him, he'd face it looking down on the tight-ass Commander, not up.
Standing up to his full height, he took a deep breath. "Just do it."
"If you insist," Chakotay answered softly.
The next thing Tom knew, he was being lifted off his feet and flung over
the Commander's shoulder. "What are you doing?" he squeaked.
"Finishing what you started," Chakotay said firmly, heading out of the
bathroom.
"Put me down," Tom yelled, squirming to get away.
Chakotay sucked in his breath and Tom stopped moving abruptly. He'd
just realized that his groin was rubbing against the Commander's chest.
To his horror he began to grow hard.
"Help!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Chakotay slapped his butt - hard - and then threw him onto the bed.
Feeling slightly hysterical, he watched in shock as Chakotay yanked off
his sleep shorts and pointed his erect, swollen member right at him.
"Don't you dare touch me," he shrieked, rolling over to the other side of
the bed and then landing on the floor with a thump. Jumping up quickly,
he turned and faced Chakotay, the bed between them. "Stay right there."
Chakotay stepped around the bed until he was standing at the foot of it.
"Come here, Tom."
Tom shook his head. "No. I won't."
"Come here."
"No."
Chakotay's eyes darkened and his cock grew even larger. Tom felt his
own cock surge in response. He looked down to see he was as engorged
as Chakotay.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, just as Chakotay stepped
towards him. He felt slightly dizzy and reached out blindly in front of
him. His hand connected with Chakotay's and he clasped it tightly.
Wanting to do nothing but rub up against the man before him, he made a
bold decision. It was time to prove to Chakotay that Tom Paris may be
many things, but a prick tease was not one of them.
Before he could take that final step, however, someone gasped loudly
behind them.