Disclaimer time once again! Fifteenth verse same as the first . .
everybody *sing*:

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either!

This story involves sex between two men, a.k.a slash.  If that is *not* 
your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read it!  (simple, ain't it??)
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This is dedicated to the CPSG and the lovely 'jefferies tube 
challenge'.  Thanks to Carla for the spelling of the j-tube!


'It' by Amirin


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	Tom had to stop, rest for a moment.  Just a moment.  A few 
scant seconds to catch his breath.  Gods, he was in such deep shit.  
Where the hell had his mind gone, to make him think he could get 
away with this?  That Chakotay would let it pass without reprisals.  
The jefferies tube had seemed like a good idea, when he'd ducked 
into it, but now the odd echoes were throwing him into a state of 
near-panic.  He knew he'd been pushing it for far too long.  Now he'd 
pushed the Commander over the edge and the man was out for . . . 
wait a minute, what was that?  

	A sound behind him spurred him into action, crawling rapidly, 
ignoring his pounding heart and shaking limbs.  Damn, now it 
seemed to be in front of him.  He reached a junction and headed up 
the ladder, only to have a strangled cry torn from his throat when a 
hard hand closed over his ankle, pulling him back down.  He landed 
hard enough to knock the wind out of him, eyes finally focusing on 
the Commander's face, looming over his prone form.  He swallowed 
audibly as he took in the harsh features, flushed red from exertion 
and the feral gleam in his eye that made Tom's blood turn to water.  
Oh, damn, he was in for it.

	Chakotay was kneeling next to Tom, catching his breath, and 
paused, looking down at the pilot's unmoving body.  He reached a 
hand out toward the man and growled, "Paris, did you actually *think* 
you could get away from me?"

	Tom shrank from him wondering if, maybe, with a superhuman 
burst of speed, he could put some distance between them, get away 
for a while, give the man a chance to cool down some.

	Chakotay saw the pilot's eyes darting down the tube and 
correctly guessed his intention to escape.  He straddled the man's 
still form and placed a hand on either side of Tom's head.  "Going 
somewhere, Lieutenant?" he asked with quiet menace, watching with 
fascination as Tom's tongue darted out quickly, to try and moisten 
dry lips.

	Tom noticed the Commander's sudden attention and blue 
eyes flew upwards, meeting dark brown.  Maybe he could distract 
the man and make a hasty exit, if he just played along.  He squirmed 
slightly under Chakotay, and felt the man rise up briefly, before 
settling back down over him, knees pressing into his sides, as the 
Commander sat back on his heels.

	"Chakotay," Tom began, noticing his voice quaver a little, and 
hoping the other man hadn't.

	"Not a word, Paris.  I don't want to hear it.  This time you've 
gone too far," Chakotay said quietly, reaching a hand towards Tom, 
pausing again when he saw the blue eyes dilate a little, before the 
look in them subtly changed.

	Tom was still breathing heavily, though the *reason* for it was 
rapidly changing, as well.  He brought an uncertain hand to rest on 
the Commander's thigh.  He knew he was a dead man, but some 
part of him was still hoping to find a way out of this, ignoring the 
feeling of being trapped like a rat.

	Chakotay's hand stayed in its journey to Tom's face and lay on 
his chest, instead.  The man's heartbeat was jackrabbit-fast and he 
smiled, slightly, feeling himself go hard as he watched Tom's throat 
move rapidly in trepidation.  "How far are you willing to go, to prevent 
my retaliation, Paris?" he asked, amused.

	Tom's eyes narrowed.  The bastard was taunting him, was he?  
Perhaps he should show him.  He deliberately moved his hand up 
Chakotay's thigh, bringing his left hand to the man's other leg.  He 
smirked, thumbs lightly running up the evidence of the Commander's 
arousal.

	Chakotay made a harsh sound, low in his throat, feeling 
decidedly hostile at seeing the look of triumph on Paris's face.  
Damn the man, he couldn't be *serious* about this.  Could he?

	Tom didn't miss the uncertainty on the man's dark features.  
 "Whatsa matter, Commander?  Losing your nerve?" he drawled, 
sarcastically.  The smirk on his lips faltered slightly, when Chakotay 
leaned forward to roughly undo the fastening on his uniform jacket.

	Chakotay arched an eyebrow, waiting for Tom's protest.  He 
wasn't getting one.  Turning around a little, he reached behind 
himself, wrapping a hand around Tom's heel to pull first one boot off, 
then the other.  He turned back and started when a slightly shaky 
hand began undoing his own jacket.  Hmmm, Tom actually seemed 
intent on going through with this, but *here*?  He caught the strong, 
pale hand in his own, halting it in its mission to strip him inside the 
jefferies tube.

	"Tom, we don't have to do this," he relented, shaking his head.

	"I *want* to, Chakotay," Tom whispered.  "I have for a long 
time, now.  And I don't want to wait any longer."

	Tom reached up with his other hand, stroking the side of the 
Commander's neck, until he moved it around the back and pulled the 
other man down to kiss him.  Chakotay surrendered almost instantly, 
opening his mouth to allow Tom's tongue entrance, and answered 
the man's groan with one of his own.  He stretched himself out along 
the pilot's body, peeling Tom's jacket off and tossing it to the side, 
while letting Tom finish what he had started, before Chakotay 
shrugged out of his.  The tanks quickly followed and Chakotay rolled 
to his side, bringing his legs up to tug off his boots, pitching them 
down the narrow space, out of the way.  Tom was all over him before 
he came back down, pressing him into the side of the tube, fumbling 
for the release on his slacks.  His hands covered Tom's, stilling 
them, and he did it himself, letting go so Paris could do the same.  
The pants quickly joined the pile of clothing at their feet and 
Chakotay pulled Tom into his arms again, brooking no argument 
when he claimed the pilot's mouth.

	Tom wrenched away and, grabbing the Commander by the 
shoulders, pushed him down onto his back, before taking hold of the 
long shorts and removing them so fast, Chakotay's skin tingled.  
Tom paused for just a moment, admiring the view, before trailing a 
path with a fingertip down the other man's chest to his hard cock.  He 
quickly moved between Chakotay's legs and, taking a firm hold on 
his hips, brought his mouth down to cover the Commander's 
hardness.

	A sharp gasp was torn out of Chakotay, as his hands came 
down to Tom's head, not to lead or instruct, but to caress the golden 
hair and strong shoulders.  Reflexively, he brought his knees up, 
watching Tom as his head lifted for an instant, before plunging down 
on him again.  His eyes shut tight as Tom worked him, performing 
amazing maneuvers with his tongue that were comparable to his 
flying and infinitely more enjoyable, personally.  He groaned, hard 
and low, as Tom began licking him, saturating his cock, before 
moving off him and lying next to him, facing him.

	"What are you waiting for?" Tom asked breathlessly.  "Fuck 
me, already."

	Chakotay hesitated only a second before pouncing on the 
man, stripping the shorts off him, and rolling him to his stomach.  He 
knelt between long, slender legs and stroked his slick cock, 
smoothing the fluid leaking from the head along the length of it.  
Switching hands, he moved Tom's legs further open, baring the man 
to his gaze.  One gentle finger traced the cleft of the pilot's ass, 
before locating the entrance to that beautiful body and beginning a 
cautious exploration.

	Tom gasped, quivering, as Chakotay stroked him lightly, just 
sliding the tip of his slick finger inside the other man's body, before 
rotating it and moving a little further in.  Tom reached out ahead of 
him, trying to relax and unclench his fists, when a hand came under 
his abdomen, bringing him back onto his elbows and knees.  He 
lowered his head to his arms and groaned as the finger within him 
was gently pushed inside as far as it could go.  He jumped a little, 
feeling a warm hand wrap around his own throbbing cock and 
groaned aloud, arching back against the Commander.

	Chakotay swallowed heavily, as he took in the sight before him 
and had to remind himself to proceed carefully and gently, the spirits 
only knew how long it had been for either of them.  He moved his 
finger easily, hushed murmurings helping Tom relax enough to allow 
a second finger inside and he thrust slowly, his own cock aching in 
response to Tom's quiet moans.  He didn't think he was lubricated 
enough to make it as easy as it should be for Tom but an idea 
struck.  Chakotay stroked Tom faster, laying lightly over his back, 
kissing the side of his neck and nuzzling his ear.  Tom was bucking 
against him almost immediately and Chakotay smiled, delighted at 
the man's responsiveness.  He began using his teeth gently, and 
Tom's groan reverberated through his body, making him break out in 
goosebumps.

	Tom felt Chakotay shiver and his own thrumming body 
answered it when Chakotay stroked his thumb over the head of 
Tom's cock, before using his entire hand along its hard length.  A 
third finger made its way inside him, but he barely noticed as the 
Commander continued jerking him off, rapidly reaching the rhythm 
Tom needed.  His groans were almost constant as he approached 
climax and he couldn't have stopped shaking if his life had 
depended on it.  One clever finger lightly scraped its way across the 
tiny gland within him and he damned near screamed, his hands 
tightening into fists.

	Chakotay felt himself too close to his own orgasm, feeling and 
hearing what he was doing to Tom.  Damn, the man was one the 
most sensual creatures he'd ever known.  He moved forward slightly, 
his mouth at Tom's ear.

	"Gods, you're beautiful," he whispered fiercely.  "Come for me, 
Tom, scream for me.  Feel what I'm doing to you.  I want you to 
come.  Come on, baby.  Come for me.  I want to hear it.  My name.  
When you come.  Yes, that's it.  Now, Tom.  Gods, yes.  Come for 
me.  Come for me now.  Yess . ."

	"*Chakotay*.  Oh, *yes*.  Faster.  Oh, *gods*, make me come.  
Please.  Chakotay . . Yes . . Oh, yes . . Chakotay . . *Chakotay* 
*YES*!"  With a cry of near anguish, Tom reached orgasm, filling 
Chakotay's hand again and again, spasming against him, as the 
other man held him firmly, not letting him fall.

	Chakotay let Tom regain his breath while he drenched himself 
with the fluid covering his hand.  He carefully positioned himself just 
outside of his lover's body and gently eased in, just a little, before 
retreating and doing it again.  Tom's back arched like a cat's under 
him, tensing, quivering beautifully before relaxing as Chakotay drove 
himself a little deeper.  He slowly began moving within the other 
man's body, thrusting in and backing out until the muscles relaxed 
enough to take him all the way inside.  He drew his lips back and 
forth over Tom's back, tasting the salt-sweat of him on his tongue, as 
his fingers tightened over the man's hip, hard enough to hold, but not 
hurt.  Never hurt.  His other hand stroked Tom's chest, giving him 
time to get used to the sensation of being filled.

	Tom was having trouble breathing, gasping like there wasn't 
enough air in the tube to sustain him.  He silently thanked Chakotay 
for taking it slow and began rocking backward into him, letting him 
know he was okay, and ready for more.

	Chakotay groaned as Tom started moving.  The man 
recovered fast, thank the spirits.  A harsh sound escaped his lips as 
Tom clenched around him, driving the breath from his lungs as his 
cock throbbed.  He pulled back and came forward and heard Tom 
gasp, doing it again and again until the man was shaking under him.  
Chakotay reached forward to stroke Tom's long thigh and his hand 
brushed his lover's hardening cock.  He wrapped his fingers around 
it, squeezing gently and Tom's head fell back, a guttural cry coming 
from his lips.  Chakotay saw his eyes close, the pleasure written on 
his face easily mistaken for pain.  He moved a little faster, driving a 
little deeper, wanting to touch that part of Tom the man kept buried 
so far beneath the surface.  He let his tongue trail down the strong 
back below him and felt Tom shiver, the vibration echoing deliciously 
through his own body.

	Tom rocked back into his lover, meeting his thrusts and felt the 
tempo change once more.  He deliberately tightened up around 
Chakotay again, letting his muscles stroke and torment that 
wonderful hardness within him.  He pounded his fists on the metal 
surface in front of him, crying out, when Chakotay pumped Tom's 
hard cock as fast as he was pumping into him.  Oh, yes, harder.  Just 
a little.

	Chakotay heard Tom murmur raggedly, as though talking to 
himself, and responded, granting the near-silent request.  A soft, 
keening sound echoed through the tube as Tom began thrashing 
under him, meeting his thrusts forcefully, over and over.  Chakotay 
knew he was close to coming, they both were, and he knew Tom 
was holding back, waiting for him.

	"Let go, Tom," he whispered.  "Come for me.  I need you to.  
Just let go."

	Tom was trying to hold on, to let Chakotay carry him over the 
edge, but the hot words in his ear made it impossible.  He bucked 
upward and Chakotay held on, riding him out as the trembling grew 
worse, the wail louder, the firm hand surrounding him and the hot 
cock within him bringing him to a shattering climax.  His whole body 
spasmed sharply and he cried out, long and low, coming hard and 
fast in Chakotay's hand.

	Chakotay felt Tom's orgasm course through him, the heat 
rising up from him almost unbearable and then, the exquisite 
sensation of Tom's climax pulling his own from him, taking it, 
claiming it, as Chakotay uttered a harsh cry and spent himself within 
his lover, again and again.  Numbing heat poured over him, flowed 
through him, as he sank onto the back of the man beneath him, 
jagged sounds of breathing filling the small space around them.  He 
rested his cheek on Tom's shoulder, for just a moment, before 
pulling out of his lover, hearing and sharing the soft sound of regret 
at the loss.  He fell to the side, taking Tom with him, and surrounded 
him with strong arms, until both of their bodies stopped shaking.

	Tom rolled over, slowly, resting his head on Chakotay's 
shoulder, as a dark, slightly uncertain hand caressed his arm, easy 
strokes growing more sure as the seconds passed.

	Chakotay opened his eyes to find soft blue ones staring back 
at him tiredly.  He smiled.  A freshly-fucked Tom Paris was a 
beautiful thing.

	"I didn't intend for this to happen, Tom.  Not here," he said 
quietly, as long fingers gently touched his lips, hushing him.

	"I know we decided to wait a while, take things slow, but I'm 
glad it happened.  We've been so careful, it was becoming 
unnatural, stilted.  Uncomfortable.  I am *so* relieved.  It takes a lot 
of the pressure off, you know?" Tom asked, threading his fingers 
through Chakotay's.

	Chakotay nodded.  He was right.  Their relationship had been 
getting awkward as both tried to show affection without teasing it 
past the point they'd set, together.  He grimaced and Tom's eyes 
focused like a hawk's.

	"What's wrong?" Tom asked softly, hoping the other man 
wasn't regretting any of it.

	"A jefferies tube?" Chakotay asked, chagrined, as Tom 
laughed, the sound delighting the other man.

	"My fault," Tom admitted.  "It seemed the best place to get 
away from you," he trailed off as Chakotay's eyes narrowed to slits.  
Tom swallowed heavily.  Uh oh.

	"Ah, yes, that reminds me," Chakotay snarled softly, making 
the hair on the back of Tom's neck stand on end.  Tom closed his 
eyes, waiting.  It was over, no where to run.  He just hoped Chakotay 
would be merciful and get it over with quickly.  A soft kiss made him 
open his eyes, and he met his lover's with resignation, sighing.

	Chakotay touched the end of his nose with the tip of a gentle 
finger, just one light tap.  "Tag," he said fondly.  "*You're* it."


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