Title: Love and Boxing
Author: Cheryl Forbes
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Pairing: Chakotay/Paris
Rating: NC 17
Series: Complete
Email for feedback: forbesc@skyia.com
Disclaimer: Voyager and her crew are the property of
Paramount and not me. Whatever.
Summary: Chakotay finally decides to make his move on
Kathryn but his plans are put on hold by a ship wide boxing
tourney and the flirtations of it's tall blond promoter.
The panels slid open. It wasn't who Chakotay was expecting.
"Lieutenant Paris?"
"Hey, Commander. Can I come in?"
"It's late." He said as his unwanted guest slipped by and
entered his cabin. Chakotay scanned the hallway nervously
before the door closed.
"Yeah, I know." The pilot said, turning once he hit the
middle of the room. "I was on my way to bed too but if I
don't get this over with I'll be up all night wondering
about your answer."
"I'm sorry about your eminent insomnia, Mr Paris but as I
said, it's late. I don't really have time to discuss a
proposal right now." Chakotay held his hand out in the
direction of the exit. "We can talk in the morning."
Ignoring the invitation, the tall blond hiked up his jeans
and sat down on the coffee table. His denim clad butt very
nearly knocked over the two wine glasses Chakotay had set
out earlier in preparation of this long over due evening.
"Come on, Commander. You really don't want me slamming the
ship into an asteroid tomorrow because of lack of sleep, do
you?" Paris yawned dramatically and then smiled. "I
promise. It'll only take a minute."
A minute was about all the time he had before this twosome
became a crowd.
As the pilot continued to get comfortable on his coffee
table, leaning back on his palms and crossing his impossibly
long legs at the ankles, Kathryn was most likely leaving her
ready room. On tonight of all nights, Chakotay did not want
the tension between her and the recently re-promoted
lieutenant to spoil the mood. The two could not meet.
"Fine, Lieutenant, make it short and get out."
"Why?" Breaking his lazy sprawl, the pilot sat straight and
leered at him through his golden blond lashes. "Got a hot
date, Commander?"
Under that intense blue gaze, Chakotay flushed and looked
involuntarily to where one his last bottles of Antarian
cider sat chilling in a bucket on the dining room table. He
cursed under his breath when he caught the pilot's eyes
following his brief glance and then travel slowly to the
glasses at his hip.
"Lieutenant!" Chakotay barked when it appeared that the
pilot could spend all night looking at the goblets.
"What?" Paris looked up at him with a blank expression on
his face. Oh, spirits, the man was stunned he actually did
have a date. It was embarrassing and went along way in
confirming Chakotay's recent decision to cross a line he'd
been avoiding for years.
"You had a question?" Chakotay prompted through clenched
teeth. The pilot's disbelief that he was as sexual as the
next guy was ruining *his* mood.
"Oh, yeah." The pilot got up and moved slowly away from the
wine glasses as if they were a couple of spitting
rattlesnakes. When Paris judged he was safe Chakotay
supposed, the pilot took a cleansing breath and continued.
"A bunch of us were at Sandrine's tonight talking about how
boring life had become lately and came up an idea to spice
things up. But we'll need both your permission and
co-operation to do it."
"Do what?"
"Use your gym program for a boxing tournament."
"Granted." Chakotay placed his hand on the small of the
pilot's back and pushed. "Go home, Paris."
Paris twirled out of his touch and planted his feet. "Hey,
wait that's only the permission part. We'll need you to
teach us too. You know, show us the ropes so we don't all
end up in Sickbay."
"Done. Now, get out." Chakotay snapped impatiently and
then again motioned with his hand the direction of the exit.
And again, Paris ignored him.
His earlier inability to form words forgotten, the pilot
gushed on about possible matches and outcomes. His colour
was high and his speech, animated. The lieutenant was
remarkably beautiful in his excitement and if Chakotay
wasn't in such a hurry to get rid of him, he might have
asked him to stay.
Once more Paris leveled him with a blue stare that Chakotay
was beginning to find curiously attractive. "And maybe,
Commander, you can ref the bouts once we get the moves down
pat and start the competition."
"Fine, fine just send me a comm telling me where and when
and I'll be there. Now, if you please--" The door chimed,
cutting Chakotay off.
The lieutenant went still. "Oops. Company's here."
"Damn."
For a brief moment Chakotay debated on hiding the stricken
pilot in the other room but a six foot blond in his bedroom
would be hard to explain should his evening with Kathryn
progress as he hoped. He was still ticking off escape plans
in his head when Paris solved his dilemma.
"I'll get it on my way out, Commander."
Before he could protest, the doors slid open to reveal the
smiling captain of the starship Voyager. However, when she
saw who greeted her arrival, her smile faded abruptly and
Chakotay could smell hostility begin to permeate the air in
his cabin like ozone after a lightening strike. The 'mood'
was definitely in trouble.
"Mr Paris." She said tersely with thunder in her eyes.
"Good evening, Captain." The pilot returned sweetly and
taking a step back to allow her entrance. "Please come in
and join us."
Join us? What the hell was Paris up to? Warning bells went
off in Chakotay's head at the lieutenant's sudden
hospitality.
Kathryn's mouth was a thin line. "If I'm not intruding."
"Of course not." Paris smiled affably. "We were just about
to have a drink. Would you like one?" The pilot purred.
His backbone loose and his hips rolling seductively, Paris
swaggered towards the chilling bottle. "I'm sure Chak can
find another glass around here somewhere."
Lightening struck again but this time it hit Chakotay
instead of the space between his two house guests. In
horror, he realized what the lieutenant was doing. Paris
was getting revenge and doing it without the fear of
reprisal.
Now more than ever it was evident the pilot hadn't forgiven
the captain for her lack of faith during the Monean incident
a year ago. The rank busting had been secondary. However,
besides an underlying tension between the two officers his
resentment had been difficult to perceive.
Tom Paris had been a model officer and hadn't let his
disgruntlement show while on duty or really, to Chakotay's
recollection while off. But maybe that was only because he
hadn't found a way of accomplishing it without ending up in
the brig again. Unfortunately for Chakotay who was watching
in stunned silence as the lieutenant opened the cider, that
problem seemed to be solved.
Officially the pilot doing nothing wrong by being in his
quarters after hours clad in what Chakotay now noticed to be
obscenely tight jeans and a tee shirt. They had decided a
long time ago that Voyager would hold no rules regarding
ship board fraternizations. But ethically, he was breaking
unspoken rule.
The crew believed that if romance should finally bloom
between the captain and her first officer, all rivals should
stand aside.
The unwritten mandate had been around so long that even
Chakotay believed it and if the green tinge to the smoke
coming out of Kathryn's ears was any indication, she
believed it too.
Tom Paris was not standing aside and it was pissing her off.
She had come tonight ready to discuss a new step in their
relationship and was not pleased to have it thwarted by her
chief helmsman.
"Thank you, Mr Paris but I'll pass on the drink. Chakotay,
we can talk later."
"No!" Chakotay found his feet and strode over to the
teasing blond. He yanked the bottle from his fingers and
slammed it down on the table. "The lieutenant was just
leaving, weren't you Lieutenant?"
"I was?" Paris pouted adorably and flashed his baby blues
at him. Damn, but this man was a real piece of work.
"Something about getting some sleep, if I recall correctly."
Unobtrusively, Chakotay pinched his tightly wrapped butt.
"Right!" the lieutenant yelped in pain but recovered
quickly. "You plum tuckered me out tonight, big guy." He
said demurely into Chakotay's ear and then with his face
still close, nodded to Kathryn. "Have a nice evening,
Captain."
"I assure you, Mr Paris, I will."
"Yeah, whatever." Chakotay heard him mutter before feeling
something warm and soft brush his cheek. "Sweet dreams,
babe."
Stunned stupid more by being called 'babe' by his junior
officer than being kissed, Chakotay stared open mouthed as
Tom Paris strutted out of his quarters like he owned the
world and of course,
. . . him.
********
"Yeah!" Tom whipped his jeans at the refresher, missing by
a meter. "Take that you self righteous bitch!" Doing just
as good a job with his tee shirt, he jumped into bed.
He was angry but it was a good angry. No, it was a fucking
great angry.
For more than a year he'd been fighting back the volcanic
feeling and it felt absolutely wonderful to finally let it
erupt.
At long last he'd gotten back some of his own from the
captain. Reinstating his rank hadn't been enough. What had
made his blood boil was that during their little visit with
the shortsighted Moneans she had coldly chosen regulations
over him. But he'd been a good boy, played the perfect
officer and swallowed his anger. Tom hadn't planned on
revenge. He hadn't even thought about it. What he'd done
earlier had just happened.
When he walked into the commander's quarters, all that had
been on his mind was boxing. Making a move on his superior
officer in front of his captain had not been on the agenda.
Hell, just thinking about Chakotay having a date weirded him
out. But when the opportunity came, he went for it and it
didn't feel one bit as icky as he thought it would. It was
funny but playing Chakotay's lover had been easy, almost
fun.
"That's because she was there, you idiot." Tom said to his
empty bedroom. "It pissed her off and that's what you
liked."
Yeah, right. Then why is my dick hard, Tom's brain answered
his mouth.
"Because they're probably having sex now. Thinking about
fucking, anyone fucking, even the captain and the first
officer makes you horny, Paris. It has nothing to do with
kissing Chakotay."
Oh, fuck. I kissed him good night. I've never done that to
a man. That might have been going a little over the top,
huh?
"Maybe."
Rolling over and punching his pillow with his fist, Tom
ended the one-sided, two-way debate. Talking to yourself
was crazy and besides, somehow he knew he wasn't going to
win.
Thinking hard about large breasts and soft curves, Tom
quickly whacked himself off but fell asleep wondering how
often Chakotay used a beard suppressor.
********
Chakotay was in a foul mood.
Last night had been a near fiasco and it was the man sitting
in front of him giving him long lingering looks in places
unbecoming an officer that was to blame. In his present
ruffled state, Chakotay had a mind to lean forward and cuff
Paris on the back on the head the next time he started to
turn in his seat at the helm.
It had taken two bottles of his precious cider to calm
Kathryn down and convince her there was nothing going on
between him and the pilot. Eventually they had spent a
pleasant evening talking but because of the pilot's flirting
it had not progressed to the bedroom as he had hoped. After
a lukewarm kiss good night, Chakotay had gone to bed
supremely frustrated. It had been worse than it had ever
been.
Lately, his hand just wasn't doing the job, pardon the pun.
Chakotay craved to be touched by someone other than himself
and that had been a large part of his decision to up the
pace with Kathryn. After six years of being in the Delta
quadrant, he didn't want to be alone anymore.
Chakotay was tired of being the stoic first officer, the
comforting friend and the understanding counselor. He
wanted someone to take care of him and see to his needs.
The captain had been the logical choice but now that was
being stalled by one man's vindictiveness. Chakotay's ire
rose to new heights as the pilot's chair began its recurrent
swivel.
"Lieutenant Paris!"
The look that had been meant for him, transferred quite
neatly to the captain. The lieutenant's eyes were large and
blinking innocently.
"Yes, ma'am?" he said with a hint of a smile.
"You're excused for lunch and you can finish out the rest of
your shift in Sickbay." Kathryn ordered thus proving
Chakotay wasn't the only one to notice the helmsman's
inability to keep his eyes to himself this morning.
"But my relief hasn't showed." Paris stated plainly. It
was a challenge but you had to be above the rank of
lieutenant to hear it. Chakotay looked briefly to Tuvok.
The dark Vulcan had one eyebrow higher than the other.
"Chakotay take the helm." Kathryn barked solving the
problem. "You're dismissed, Mr Paris."
Prudently, Chakotay waited until the blond had risen from
his seat and was halfway to the turbo lift before replacing
him. For both their sakes, he did not want to give the man
the opportunity of touching him on the bridge. He did not
want to risk a jealous Kathryn Janeway collectively ordering
them into the nearest airlock.
They were almost home free, when he heard the pilot's voice
behind him.
"I'll see you later on the holodeck," Oh please, if you
want to live through the day, Tom Paris, don't call me
'babe'. "Commander." The pilot finished after what seemed
like an hour long pause.
In relief, Chakotay almost fainted into the helm.
********
"Okay, fess up, Tom. What have you done now?"
"Nothing, Har. I've been a good little soldier lately."
"Oh, please. You had the captain spitting nails all morning
and then she banishes you to Sickbay. You must have done
something to make her that mad."
"It's not what I did, Harry but who I am."
"And that would be?"
"The competition."
"You're in a contest with her? I hadn't heard that. What's
the prize?"
"The first officer."
"Oh god, Tom. You're kidding, right? Please, tell me
you're kidding."
"Nope."
"But you don't even like men."
"Yeah, but she doesn't know that."
"Then what's the point?"
Patiently over leola root stew, Tom explained to a
scandalize Harry Kim his reasons for chasing Chakotay. When
his friend pointed out he might upset the first officer too,
Tom laughed off the idea saying he wasn't actually going to
do anything that would upset either of them. He was just
going let the captain think they were, that's all. He
didn't think it relevant to mention that he was quite sure
the commander was pissed as hell at him already. It didn't
matter. Chakotay usually was anyway and it didn't threaten
the upcoming boxing tourney. Angry or not the first officer
would still keep his promise. He was that kind of guy, a
good one.
"Are you sure Chakotay knows it's a joke?"
When did he say this was a joke? It was pretty fucking
serious from where he was sitting.
"Harry, nobody's going to get hurt, okay?"
"What about the captain?"
"Well, maybe a little but not for long. She is the one
that's really going to win him, not me."
"Because you don't like guys."
"Bingo. B'Elanna was the closest I'm ever going to get to
that side of the fence and as it turns out, even she wasn't
my cup tea."
"I like her."
"Me too but not sexually."
"Then who do you like, Tom? I haven't seen you chasing
anyone lately."
"I'm on a break."
"Really? You? Maybe you don't like most guys, just
Chakotay?"
"Lunch is over. Gotta get back to the Doc, Har."
Tom laughed all the way back to Sickbay. Him like Chakotay.
Now, that *was* a joke.
Wasn't it?
********
Damn, that smart mouthed, long legged, blue eyed--Chakotay
stopped his cursing and hugged the bag he'd been pounding
on. He was getting the wrong picture in his head.
Steadying the heavy bag, he was about to try again with a
new line of litanies when the door of the holodeck slid open
to reveal the object of his ire.
Dressed rather inappropriately in jeans and followed by a
retinue of boxing hopefuls who were attired correctly in
loose fitting clothing, Tom Paris strutted into the gym.
He'd have to bad mouth the pilot later when he had more
time, if he ever did again.
It had been a mad rush from his office to the holodeck,
Paris had made his schedule so tight. He'd barely had five
minutes to change and warm up.
If he hadn't so foolishly given his word last night, he
would have told the pilot to stow his grueling timetable.
But as he explained earlier to Kathryn in a conversation
that bordered an argument, promises were important to him
and he would not back out of the tournament simply because
it cut into his social calendar.
Chakotay had been genuinely surprised Kathryn hadn't
immediately understood. He thought she knew him better than
that.
"Hey, Chak."
Oh, spirits, he was starting his game already and Kathryn
wasn't even here.
"Paris."
"We're off duty. You can call me Tom and not risk a court
martial, you know."
Chakotay very nearly came back with 'as long as you don't
call me babe' but deferred on the side of modestly and
safety. The were a dozen set of ears listening to their
exchange and he didn't want to give 'Tom' any ideas.
Brushing past the grinning pilot, Chakotay gather his pupils
around him and began to explain the basics of formal hand to
hand combat. After touching on the importance of warm ups,
proper breathing and stance, he outlined the weights and
divisions. The group chuckled when he said the robust Chell
would not be fighting the will o' the wisp, Gerron Tem.
"And who'll be fighting you, Cap?" Ayala asked. "Paris?
He's got mouth enough to take on the biggest of us, but does
he have the brawn?'
Again the group laughed and this time, Chakotay joined them.
Tom shot him a brief look of annoyance and then with grace
and good humour, bowed deeply to his amused colleagues.
"Sorry, people but like the saying goes, I'm a lover not a
fighter." The pilot gave him a sly wink a blind man
couldn't miss. "My best work is done outside the ring,
right Chak?"
Damn, so much for modesty and decorum. His pupils were
learning much more than Chakotay intended and what they
didn't know, he could see in their interested eyes, they
were making up. This was not something Chakotay wanted
added to the rumor mill. Kathryn had sharp ears. He had to
turn the situation around, fast.
"That's right, Tom." He said evenly. "You're hell at
wrapping."
Tom's pretty blue eyes widened. "Wrapping?"
Chakotay held up his white bandaged knuckles. "Wrapping, as
in hands. If you're not going to fight, you'll help train.
You've just officially become my assistant."
"Oh, no. I'm the promoter. I organize the bouts and keep
track of the betting pool, that kind of thing."
"Fine, you can do that too. Now get your ass over there and
hold that bag for Chell. And next time you show up for
practice, I want to see you in sweats." Chakotay paused and
smiled wickedly. "Got it, lover?"
Thinking back on it now, Chakotay would have really like to
have heard the pilot's stuttering come back but as it was,
his wish was not to be granted. It was at that long drawn
out moment as Tom's mouth worked silently searching for a
reply, Kathryn decided to join their company. Like the
evening before in his cabin, the pilot immediately regained
his composure.
"Got it, babe. Anything you desire."
Kathryn left. It would be another lonely night.
********
Me like him. Not in a million fucking years.
"And soon as I'm done putting these *holographic* weights
back on their racks, I'm going to come back there and shout
it in your fucking face!" Tom yelled in the direction of
the gym's locker room where his evil taskmaster had
retreated.
Everyone else had gone home. He was the only stuck here
doing useless exercises. He had a feeling he deserved it,
but hell.
"You know, you don't have to clean up a holoprogram, Chak!
You order the computer to do it or you just turn it off!"
he screamed again. "It's not a real fucking gym!"
Not getting the satisfaction he was looking for yelling at
thin air, Tom threw down the last free weight and stormed
into the locker room. Chakotay wasn't there. The room was
deserted.
"Chak?" Tom called softy. It was kind of creepy back here
all alone.
Following the only sound other than his labored breathing,
he wandered deeper into the room. He could hear water
running in the shower. Standing at the threshold he peered
inside.
"Wow."
Chakotay stood nude, his palms flat against the tiles and
his head hanging between his outstretched arms under the
spray. Water ran in waves down his back and over his
bronzed butt.
No wonder the captain's panties were in a bunch. The guy
was magnificent, rock solid and smooth as silk. Tom looked
but this angle he couldn't see a hair anywhere. In
sympathy, his hand went to the place on his own body he
thought he might find growth on Chakotay's and then moved
lower. He froze with his palm on his fly when the commander
shifted his weight to lean against the wall with one elbow.
"Damn that smart mouthed, long legged," Chakotay choked and
swore violently. Tom took a breath *quietly* when he
realized the naked man didn't know he was here. The
upstanding commander never cursed that colourfully in
anyone's presence. Nor would do what his free hand was
doing now.
Chakotay was having a very private moment and Tom knew he
should leave him to it but was too mesmerized to move. It
was only when he looked down to see he was sharing the
experience right along with him, did he high tail it and go.
In an embarrassed rush, he did up his jeans and backed out
of the shower.
This was one part of the contest he would not tell Harry.
********
It was a very quiet day on the bridge.
Kathryn wasn't speaking to him and Tom was subdued. He
hadn't made an uncalled for swivel all shift. Chakotay
glanced sideways at his captain.
He hadn't called her last night after boxing practice. He
couldn't. After what he'd done in the shower and who he'd
been thinking of while doing it, it had been too soon.
Chakotay had never been one to jump irreverently from one
lover to another.
Granted, Tom was not his lover but his mind had been filled
with images of his smiling face and long lean body. It
wouldn't have been fair to Kathryn to go to her while still
immersed in him and he had been all night. Chakotay sneaked
a look at the pilot and sighed. And this morning again in
his own shower. Spirits.
It was then, as he was toweling down, he had decided to wait
for Kathryn to come to him. Maybe by the time she cooled
down about Tom's flirting, he would have as well. Chakotay
sighed again.
Or at least he hoped so.
********
This was stupid. This wasn't his thing and he shouldn't be
here.
Tom leaned against the doorjamb of the shower and told
himself again to get the hell out but the only appendages
moving were his hands and not his feet.
Taking the commander's advice, he had shown up today for
boxing practice in sweats and not jeans that were difficult
to undo quietly. Tom pulled the drawstring and pushed down
the soft material until his erection was exposed fully to
the warm air of the shower. Chakotay had started without
him tonight, so he gave himself a few hard tugs to get his
juices flowing. It didn't take long before his hand matched
the speed of the nude man's not three meters away.
Tom had spent the better part of last night agonizing over
his response to seeing Chakotay in the shower and had come
up with nada. Well not quite nothing. He did end up
recurring hard-on and one hell of a sore arm. Why the
commander turned him on still remained a mystery.
He hadn't been lying when he told Harry he didn't like men.
Any doubts about his sexuality had been solved brutally and
without his consent in prison. Chakotay shouldn't turn his
crank and yet, here he was, watching him and on the edge of
orgasm.
"Oh, shit."
Correction, right smack dab in the middle of it.
Listening hard for whatever tiny sounds Chakotay made when
he came, Tom bit his bottom lip and milked his spitting
cock. Oh fuck, it felt good. Better than last night
because they were doing this together. There was a wall of
secrecy between them but it didn't matter. Tom could see
Chakotay, hear Chakotay and that made his orgasm sweeter.
At the moment, he didn't have to understand it, just feel
it. He pressed his cheek into the doorjamb and moaned when
he was done.
At that moment, despite whatever sexual identity crisis he
was experiencing, Tom knew he'd be back.
********
He hadn't been alone. Someone had been there with him in
the shower. And that someone had been doing the same thing
he was.
"Chakotay?"
"Yes, Kathryn?"
"It's your turn."
She'd been waiting outside his door when he returned, his
hair still wet and his breath too quick from the holodeck.
He'd had no choice but to let her in and offer her coffee.
Only one last bottle remained from his stash of Antarian
cider and he was saving that for something special. Tonight
wasn't it.
Tonight was a night for reacquainting over chess. Kathryn
had spoken nothing of Tom Paris and Chakotay had not invited
her to. In fact they hadn't spoken much at all but
concentrated in silence over the game. It was just as well.
Chakotay did not want to share his thoughts of the tall
beautiful pilot. They were for him alone and he mused,
whoever was in the shower with him earlier tonight.
A peeping Tom but not 'his' Tom. The pilot was straight.
Chakotay had not forgotten his flirting was only a ruse to
annoy Kathryn. He wasn't the one he heard come in the
shower. That had to be one of the other boxers. Some one
from his former crew perhaps? Greg Ayala was bisexual and
so was Gerron Tem. He wouldn't mind if it was one of them.
They were old friends and upon reflection, Chakotay liked
the idea of somebody seeing him a sexual object. It had
been awhile. It was nice but nicer yet if his peeping Tom
was the real one. B'Elanna was lucky. She'd been that for
him.
The relationship hadn't lasted but for a time B'Elanna had
been fortunate enough to have kissed Tom Paris, made love
and watched him sleep at night. Chakotay was suddenly very
envious of his good friend.
"Checkmate!"
"What?"
"You're not with me this evening, are you?"
"I am, just tired. I'm sorry, Kathryn. Would you mind if
we called it a night?"
Chakotay waited for an angry outburst but it didn't come.
Kathryn placed her elbows on the table and smiled
indulgently at him. It made him nervous.
"Promise to make it up to me?"
"When this boxing tournament is over and done with, yes."
Her hazel eyes darkened but only for a moment. Chakotay
could see that she was trying to rise above her jealously
but it was a battle.
"Fine but soon after, Chakotay. I do not intent to wait for
you forever." Kathryn stood. "And don't forget, it was
*your* idea to deepen our relationship."
"I haven't forgotten." He said as she left the cabin and
then added once the doors were closed, "I'm just not sure
it's what I want anymore."
********
All night Tom tried to stay away just to see if he could.
He missed boxing practice entirely and spent the night
helping out the Doc in Sickbay until the hologram got tired
of his foul mood and shooed him out. At loose ends, he
aimlessly wandered the decks. Eventually his feet lead him
to stand outside holodeck two. After bashing his head on
the door frame a time or two in frustration, he had entered
to find the program deserted but still running. Tom had
immediately known what that meant.
Chakotay was still here and in the shower. He was already
unbuttoning his trousers as he made his way to the back of
the room. And here he was with his pants open and his hand
on his cock watching the most beautiful being on the ship
get wet.
"Are you just going to stand there and look? Come closer."
Tom stopped stroking his dick and squeezed it in fear. He
wasn't ready for this much reality.
"Don't worry, I won't open my eyes and turn around."
Chakotay assured. "I don't have to know who you are."
For most it was a simple statement but for Chakotay, Tom
knew it was a promise.
Feeling a little crazed already, he went the rest of the way
and removed his clothing. The commander must have heard his
uniform hit the tiles because he murmured soft words of
encouragement. Trusting him with his anonymity, Tom stepped
forward, wrapped his arms around Chakotay's chest and molded
himself to his back. It was wet, slick and warm. His cock
fit perfectly into the cleft of the commander's buttocks.
"Good?"
In answer, Tom kissed Chakotay's shoulder.
"I like it too. Now touch me."
Not sure of what to do, Tom started simply with long
caresses that went from Chakotay's chest, down his sides to
his hips.
As he'd imagined from the other side of the room the bronze
skin was like silk and felt wonderful under his fingertips.
Tom expanded his strokes to encompass Chakotay's ass. The
flesh was firm but yielding. He pulled apart the twin
globes and rubbed himself in the gap. When he let go, his
cock was encased. Tom moaned and kissed the commander's
shoulder again to show his pleasure.
"Quick, give me your hand." Chakotay ordered huskily. Tom
obeyed and for the first time in his life held another man's
dick. He had not been this co-operative in Auckland.
"Now move."
The next part came naturally. Tom fucked Chakotay's crack
while Chakotay fucked his fist. They moved seamlessly in
perfect rhythm like they'd been meeting in the shower for
years. It was incredible. It was wonderful. It was
fan-fucking-tastic and it was about to be over.
Biting Chakotay's neck, to keep from saying his name and
giving away his identity, Tom had the biggest orgasm of his
life between a set a tight brown cheeks.
It felt like he'd never stop coming. The crevice, despite
the water that flowed between them was slick with his issue
and Tom had to hold tight to Chakotay to keep from slipping
out. It was a short fight. Eventually his penis was too
deflated to stay where he want it. Tom almost cried when it
felt limp between his legs. He hugged his lover, rubbed his
face into the back of his neck and gave him soft kisses
across the tops of his shoulders instead.
"Yes, it was good for me too but you have to leave."
"Not yet." Tom said softly reasoning everyone sounded the
same when they whispered.
"Yes, now before I can't help but look at you."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'll be here for you then. Now, please go."
Resisting the insane urge to grab Chakotay by the shoulders
and whip him around, Tom backed off. Picking up his uniform
and dressing as he made his way through the locker room and
the main gym, he vowed never to miss boxing practice again.
********
His peeping Tom, the man who came to him every night this
last week in the shower, was Tom. Chakotay had known it
from the first, even with his eyes closed. As soon as that
long body had draped over his and those delicate fingers had
wrapped around his erection, he knew it could be no other.
What he didn't know was what to do about it.
Tom still flirted when the captain or others were around but
when they were alone, he was distant and wary. He made no
overt moves and Chakotay respected that. He had to. He was
afraid if he confronted Tom, the showering would end.
Either the pilot was not ready to admit his new found
sexuality or he preferred it the way it was, nameless and
unemotional.
Chakotay prayed to his ancestors it was shyness. He would
not make Tom acknowledge him if he didn't want to but he
could help him to understand his feelings and accept his
fate--just like he had.
Chakotay now knew he had fallen in love and found the future
he'd been looking for not with Kathryn Janeway but with Tom
Paris.
Tonight, the showering would be a little different. His
peeping Tom would get more than he asked for. He would get
what Chakotay needed to give. It was time to increase their
connection.
********
Tom was torn. He was a mess.
He wanted more from Chakotay in the shower but that would
involve asking and that would involve talking and that would
give him away. He wasn't sure he was ready for that. After
years of being with women, this was so new it was scary.
Because of his antics outside the holodeck's showers, there
was ongoing bet on who would claim Chakotay first, him or
Janeway. Did he want to be first? The flirting was no
longer a game. He now meant every salacious look *and*
every 'babe' he gave Chakotay but did that mean he wanted
him as what, a boyfriend? Oh, shit. Tom Paris, ladies man
extraordinaire with a boyfriend.
Was he brave enough to step outside the showers and say it's
me, I'm the one that needs you so badly my whole body
trembles when you're around. The one that wants to fuck you
silly and the one that wants you do to do the same to me.
Could he really do that and then walk down the corridors of
Voyager holding his hand?
Should he disrupt what they had now with a question or just
let it go?
Well, he'd better decide right fucking quick because
tomorrow the boxing tourney would start proper and when that
was over so would be their late night showering sessions.
Time was running out.
Tom had to decide soon.
********
"Inside me," he took a breath and then added, "Please."
Behind him Chakotay felt Tom hesitate.
"I'm ready, just push." He continued while opening his legs
and bending over a little more than he usually did.
"I didn't ask for this," came a hushed whisper at Chakotay's
dry nape. The water was off, they didn't turn it on until
later now.
"I know, I am. Do you want me?"
"Desperately."
"Then take me."
Eventually Chakotay felt the pilot filling him. The
movement was slow and careful, the act of a virgin. Tom had
never done this, he remembered. He was his first. Affected
by the honour but impatient, Chakotay pushed against the
tiled wall with his forearms and moved back on him.
"Oh, babe!" Tom screamed. "So good, so good, so good." As
he began to thrust with more surety, Chakotay doubted the
pilot was aware that he was speaking and giving away his
identity.
Displaying the trait of a good lover, Tom reached around
while kissing his neck and made sure of his pleasure. He
hadn't of bothered. Chakotay was already coming from the
merciless banging Tom's cock was giving his prostate.
"Oh, Chak, I'm coming, I'm coming." Oh, spirits. Tom was
really talking up a storm now. Maybe he did know he was
speaking aloud.
As Tom rode out his orgasm with unrestrained enthusiasm like
first timers always did when they lost their fear, the peak
of Chakotay's finally hit. It was explosive and he
remembered while he wasn't a virgin, he hadn't done this in
a while and lost it a little bit himself.
"Tom!" he yelled without thinking and then regretted
immediately.
The pumping in his ass stopped and he hoped it was because
Tom had finished. He had, so it was possible. Still
connected, he could feel Tom's penis softening. The pilot
pulled it out. It was wet. Good.
"You know." Said a dead serious voice in his ear.
Chakotay swallowed hard and looked back over his shoulder.
He couldn't do much else. Tom had in him in vise grip
around his middle.
"Yes, for awhile."
"On the bridge, while you made me clean up the holodeck
after boxing, in here, all this time you fucking knew."
"Tom,"
"No!"
Before he knew what was happening he was let go and slammed
face first into the wall. Tom was gone before he hit the
floor.
********
He knows. Oh my god, he fucking knows.
Everyday on the bridge. Every night on the holodeck he's
known I'm the one that comes to him begging in the shower.
Why hasn't he said anything? Because he likes it that way,
you idiot. He doesn't want to have to acknowledge it's you
he's having sex with.
I'm not good enough to date but the captain is, is that it?
He can have his cake and eat it too? How do I feel about
that? The male lover that I'm not sure I want, doesn't
think I'm good enough to take out of the closet or the
shower in this case. Pissed, oh yeah. Oh god, I'm pissed.
Now what?
Tom rolled of his bed and walked over to his desk. Sorting
out his revenge, he sat there a while before turning on his
terminal.
"Computer, display the list matches for tomorrow night's
tourney."
"Working."
"Open file."
********
"Kathryn not now. The tournament's about to begin."
Chakotay motioned to the tiered bleachers that had replaced
the workout equipment. "Have a seat, we'll talk later."
"Tonight when it's over. Remember, Chakotay, you promised."
"We'll talk." He reiterated and finally she left to find a
vacant seat. The bleachers were brimming with excited
crewmembers so it wasn't easy.
Thus relieved of one burden, Chakotay entered the locker
room to check the wrappings on tonight's contenders. Tom
hadn't showed, so he had activated the holographic Boothby
to do the job. The Federation gardener slash counselor to
the lonely slash boxing coach had done an impeccable job.
The fighters were ready to put on their gloves. Chakotay
was helping Chell with his when he heard the bell for the
first bout. It was too early. He transferred the Bolian
into Boothby's care and left for the gym to investigate. He
was unprepared for what he found.
Standing proudly in the middle of the ring was the elusive
Tom Paris. Chakotay strode up to the closest post and
peered between the second and third ropes at him.
"What you doing?"
"Waiting for you. We have the first bout."
"Me? I'm the official, the ref. I don't fight."
"Fine, you can do that too." The pilot said parroting back
an answer Chakotay once gave him for the same excuse. "Get
in here, Chak."
"Tom if this is about last night,"
"Damn straight it is, babe. But tonight I feel like
whooping your ass in an entirely different way."
The crowd cheered and Tom threw up his hands to accept the
accolade.
Chakotay was seething. "If I come in there, it will only be
to throw you over my shoulder and haul you out." He warned.
"Yeah, and what then, big guy? Send me to the showers? I
don't think so. It's too early for a little slap and
tickle. Everyone's still here. They'll find out about us
and you wouldn't want that, would you Chak? You wouldn't
want your precious Kathryn knowing you have sex with her
chief helmsman every night."
This time the crowd was quiet, too quiet. They were holding
their breaths.
Coming to the end of his rope, Chakotay leaped into the ring
and rounded on the pilot. "It wasn't just sex!"
"No, there was probably the thrill of making me into an
idiot too." Tom held up his thumb and index finger. There
was no space between them. "You know I came this close to
telling you who I was myself. I wanted you so fucking badly
I was will do something that scared the hell out of me."
"Then why do it? You didn't have to."
"Because I fucking love you, you moron!"
"What?"
"Oh, shit. I gotta go." The pilot headed for the buckle.
"Oh no, Tom Paris, you're staying right here in this ring."
Chakotay grabbed his forearm and threw him back. "You
wanted me here and here I am. You are not chickening out
now."
"Chak, were in a room full of people."
"That didn't seem to bother you a moment ago when you talked
about doing my ass last night. Which by the way, I enjoyed
very much, thank you."
Another cheer erupted from the crowd. Chakotay did not
throw up his hands.
"Yeah, well, I'm insane. You're not."
"Does crazy in love count because if it does, I'm
certifiable."
"With me?"
"With you."
Tom stared at him as if sizing him up and for a moment
Chakotay was sure the pilot was going to knock him to the
mat. He didn't but he did make full body contact.
Amongst the roar of the crowd and in the middle of a boxing
ring, Tom Paris kissed him on the lips for the very first
time.
It was the hardest and best fight Chakotay had ever won.
THE END
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