Title: Breathless
Author: VoyCaPtive
Pairing: C/P
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Gratefully accepted at voycaptive@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, Paramount does. I make no profit from this nor do I intend to. I just wanna have fun with the boys and then put them away nicely when I'm done. ;-D

Summary: I searched and could not find a plot to this story anywhere; the boy’s haven’t been getting any lately and something needs to be done. Tom decides to take matters in to his own hands. ;-D

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Tom and Chakotay had been married for six months. They were blissfully happy and very much in love and having lots of sex, everywhere. Numerous times in various Jeffries tubes, in cargo bay one once or twice, the holodeck was a favorite. There was not a place in their quarters that they had not had sex. Both agreed that they were having the best and hottest sex of their lives.

But for the last three weeks, they had not had time for even so much as a kiss. They were both feeling the stress from their predicament, Tom was feeling it worse, it seemed. He was so bitchy that Chakotay was afraid to say more than two words for fear of getting his head bit off. And when he did try to talk to Tom they would end up at each other's throats.

The reason they had not had time for sex was because it seemed as if this whole section of the delta quadrant was swarming with life. It was beyond imagination. They were so busy collecting foodstuffs and various supplies from an assortment of worlds that no one had time for anything. Neelix was doing his best to sort it all out and still cook for everyone.

Their cabin was in a bad state; clothes and PADDs were scattered everywhere. Chakotay had several reports that were due; in fact, some were overdue. But when he returned home from the latest ‘planet of the day’, he just took one look at it all and showered instead. Afterward he put on his robe, then curled up on the couch and swiftly fell asleep waiting for Tom to come home.

The whoosh of the cabin door opening was what awoke Chakotay. He looked at the chronometer and saw it was three hours later, Tom had just returned; he sort of grumbled in Chak’s general direction and headed for the shower. His mood improved greatly while in the shower. He decided that tonight he was going to make time for sex no matter what. By the time he was finished showering, he had concocted an arousing idea to spring on his husband that he figured would be certain to bring back their recently departed sex life.

Chakotay could hear his husband singing one of those twentieth century songs that he liked so much in the shower and thought perhaps Tom’s mood had improved. He certainly hoped so because tonight he wanted to make love, not war. He sat up and opened his robe a little, made himself comfortable again, and turned on the television. Something he rarely did, if ever. He found himself watching one of Tom’s favorite cartoons. ‘Where are the erotic vids?’ he wondered.

The shower stopped, Chakotay heard his husband puttering around in their bedroom and had a feeling Tom was up to something. He was lost in his thoughts of what his beautiful husband could be up to when the subject of his thoughts appeared in the doorway between their bedroom and living area clad in nothing but a silvery blue thong. He was holding a large dildo in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. He sashayed over to the adjacent chair plopped down and splayed his legs over the arms.

Tom placed the lube and dildo within easy reach and began to rub his hands across his chest and down his stomach to the bulge between his legs; a loud moan escaped his lips. His original idea had been to prolong his show as long as possible but it had been too long since he and Chakotay last had sex that he did not think he would be able to last.

So he stood up and sensuously wiggled out the thong to expose his already weeping erection to his captivated husband. Then he picked up the lube, spread his legs over the arms of the chair, and started to stretch and lube himself.

The instant Tom appeared in the doorway Chakotay had immediately forgotten the television even existed. He felt his groin tighten right away in response to his husband’s performance. He removed his robe and set it aside. ‘Never mind where the erotic vids,’ he thought as he began to touch himself.

Tom was lost in a sensual haze of his own creation. He stroked himself as he pumped the dildo in and out of his ass to ready it for Chakotay’s cock. Then Tom opened his eyes to find Chakotay stroking his erection while watching him. ‘Oh God Chak you are so fucking beautiful,’ he thought any further thoughts were vanquished as he came explosively.

Tom finally came back to reality and looked over at Chakotay.

“It’s about time you came back to life; because we’re not done yet.” Chakotay gently scolded.

“We’d better not be; I want you inside me ‘so’ bad.” Tom responded with heat.

“Then get your beautiful butt over here.” Chakotay commanded.

“Yes sir!” Tom responded, pulling the dildo out of his ass to let it drop to the floor. He brought his legs down, lowered himself to the floor, and crawled over to the couch. He did not stop until his face was nestled against the back of the couch; he was draped over the seat cushion geared up and wriggling his butt provocatively towards his husband.

Chakotay scooted down and reached across to grab the lube from where Tom had left it. He wasted no time as he generously rubbed it over his cock. He then tossed it aside and tried to enter Tom gently. But Tom had other ideas and reared back; Chakotay slid home in one quick thrust. He grabbed Tom’s hips and tried to steady them.

“Fuck Cha stop screwing about and fuck me already.” Tom shouted.

Chakotay could not help but comply. Soon the sounds of their passionate lovemaking filled their cabin.

Chakotay leaned over Tom and kissed the back of his neck as he pounded into him. Tom’s erection was rubbing against the couch, the friction and roughness of the couch causing him to moan. He could feel his second orgasm of the evening beginning to build already.

“Cha… coming!” Tom whispered breathless.

Tom’s orgasm was all Chakotay needed to trigger his own; he came with a shout.

Several moments later both men came back to reality with a thud and slowly extricated themselves from each other and the couch. With arms around each other for balance, they stumbled to the bedroom. Chakotay grabbed a towel from the nightstand, cleaned Tom, and then himself, and fell into bed flat on his back. Tom snuggled up, draped his body over Chakotay, and then pulled the blanket over them. They promptly fell into a peaceful slumber.

The End