**************************************************** Disclaimer time once again!  One-hundred-and-tenth verse same as the first . . . everybody *sing*: I don't own these characters, (chorus) Paramount does! I don't own this venue, (chorus) Paramount does! I am making no money off of this, (chorus) Paramount does not either! This story involves sex between two men, aka: slash.  If that is *not* your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read it! (simple, ain't it??) Feedback is *very* much appreciated, and always answered. Flames will be passed around to friends and chuckled over.  :) This story is a direct result of Mona Ramsey's genius, good influence, and a hell of a challenge-- Write a sexual encounter between C and P, as observed by a third party.  I know, I know - voyeur stories are everywhere.  Have it be someone we wouldn't expect, some*where* we wouldn't expect. Nudity optional.  Again, bonus points for a public place. Your wish is my command, Box-mate. Many thanks to Karen Soren for helping me to the nth degree. 'Release' by Amirin **************************************************** "You can't avoid me forever, Tom," Chakotay murmured, patient as always. "Actually, I can.  I hate to be the one to point that out to you, but I can," Tom shot back, eyes snapping.  He was getting so tired of this.  So tired of the other man constantly attempting to draw him out, establish some sort of relationship.  He just wanted to be left alone.  That was all he wanted in the world.  Was that too much to ask?   Chakotay sighed.  "True.  I guess you can.  But, I was hoping you wouldn't." "Why?" Tom asked, honestly puzzled.  "What can it possibly matter to you?" "I'm tired of being alone," Chakotay admitted, willing to admit more, but the pilot interrupted him. "And being with me is better than nothing, right?"   The sharp voice had grown even sharper and Chakotay ran a hand over his face. "That isn't what I meant and I think you know it.  You're just trying to avoid having this discussion.  Again."  He took a deep breath, hoping against hope that he might find a way around the pilot's defenses.  Maybe he should try simplicity and logic . . .  Chakotay grinned inwardly, wondering if Tuvok would approve. "Don't you think you've been alone long enough?" Tom shot a wry, somewhat bitter grin at him. "Not many takers out here." Chakotay smiled faintly.  "Maybe you need to find a giver." Tom snorted.  Like the man actually cared.  What a crock of shit *that* idea was.   "And you think it's just that easy?  Or is it that you think *I* am?" Tom asked him, smirk at full power, but the hurt in his eyes indicated to the commander that maybe, just maybe, the shields were weakening. "No," Chakotay whispered, laying a cautious hand on Tom's shoulder. "Aren't you sick of the solitude?  I know I am.  I'm tired of being alone, tired of you heading in the opposite direction when you see me, tired of talking to myself. Tom, you are the only one I can talk to.  So, I am.  At least I'm trying.  How about trying with me? What have you got to lose?" Chakotay watched Tom carefully.  Saw the rapid breathing, the frustration racing across the pale face, heard the hitch in his sigh and let a soft-but-sad smile escape.  Direct hit. "It's not that I'm all that attached to the status quo, or anything, but what happens after?  Hmm?  When I let you take what you want?  What the hell do I do, then?" "This isn't about what *I* want," Chakotay protested.  "This is about what's best for *us*." He pulled the unyielding man into his arms and felt Tom's awkward, uncertain effort to put his own arms around Chakotay. "It's all right.  I'm not going to hurt you," he breathed into Tom's ear and his embrace tightened as the younger man shuddered in reaction. "You really want to do this?" Tom almost-whined plaintively. Why was he even *considering* this?  Had it been *that* long?  It sure as hell didn't seem like it.  Until he saw the faces of his crew around him and realized just how long it had been.  And that he was just as alone as Chakotay. "Yes," Chakotay answered simply.  "I want you." "Like you've got a whole lot of choices," Tom smirked defensively and tried to pull away, but the commander wasn't about to let him go that easily. "Stop it.  You know it isn't like that, not for me.  I've never been one for casual sex and you know that, too.  I'm not about to start, now.  But, pleasure is starting to become a distant memory for me. And I don't want that.  I want to feel good, again.  And I want you to feel it, too," he stated the facts quietly and rejoiced at the other man's reluctant nod. "You won't regret this.  I won't let you."  He couldn't help but grin at Tom's snort as he took the pilot's hand and led him onto the bridge. "What, *here*?" Tom asked incredulously.  "Are you *crazy*?" "Does it matter?" Chakotay asked him. "Really?" "On the bridge.  You want to fuck me on the bridge.  You are insane, absolutely, certifiably insane.  It's finally gotten to you, hasn't mmmph?"   And whatever else he'd been about to say was swallowed by the gentle mouth covering his own, requesting, not demanding, giving, not taking.  Tender, sweet, hot. And in a instant of need and want and longing he realized that Chakotay was right; it had been too damned long. Warm hands moved quickly to strip clothing from trembling bodies and the pieces were tossed haphazardly around the bridge.  One of Tom's boots landed over by Harry, who didn't so much as look up as the two of them came together, skin to skin, loneliness and hunger filling them in equal measures. Tom tore his mouth away and groaned as fingers traced his back, his ass, his rapidly-hardening cock, before he dove back in and kissed Chakotay until the man's knees buckled. He knelt slowly, sliding down the commander's body and devouring his cock in one smooth motion. Chakotay's hands came to his head, stroking him, petting him until the older man finally choked out a strangled, "Wait." He took Tom's hand to pull him to his feet and moved them away from the turbolift to the stretch of carpet directly in front of Janeway. "Ohh, kinky.  You are *full* of surprises," Tom drawled as the other man laughed wryly and knelt in front of him to suck him senseless.  A loud, low groan echoed around the bridge as Janeway looked up from her chair, not a meter away, sighed, and returned to the padd she was studying.   "Shit, that's good," Tom moaned when dark hands curled around his thighs to keep him upright.  A blunt finger found its way to his ass, pushed inside him, and he was gone, thrusting into Chakotay's mouth as his climax tore through him. He slumped forward as Chakotay licked him carefully before tugging the pilot down onto the floor with him. Tom stretched out and let the commander do what he wanted, as he recovered and watched.  Another finger joined the first within him and he whimpered, drawing his legs up to give the older man plenty of room.  Chakotay was just about to thrust his cock into Tom when Janeway stood and made her way to Ops, walking around the two men on the floor in front of her. Tom's grin was echoed on Chakotay's face until the commander finished his thrust, wiping the smile from the pilot's lips. "Ohhhh, hello," Tom ground out, feeling the hot length fill and stretch him. "Hello to you, too," Chakotay gasped when Tom clenched around him. He quickly increased to full speed; it had been way too long for him to take it slowly, it just wasn't possible. He needed this too badly.  They both did. Long legs circled his waist and his eyes narrowed as Tom's hand wrapped around his own erection, the strokes rapidly matching his thrusts into the man's body.  It was over quickly, too quickly, and they both came, tensing and shouting until there was nothing left but aftershocks and caresses interspersed with kisses and sighs. Chakotay tried to move off of Tom, but the younger man wouldn't let him. They froze for a moment when Janeway returned to her seat and grinned before burrowing back into one another. "Now what?" Tom asked, but his voice was easy, quiet, calm. "Again?" Chakotay suggested impishly, making the pilot laugh out loud and that was another thing that hadn't happened in far too long.  He stared into blue eyes, unshuttered and clear, and only dimly noticed the bridge fading around him. Chakotay tightened his arms around Tom, reveling in the freedom from confinement. "I'm not leaving you," Tom muttered, closing his eyes at the brightness and warmth surrounding them. "Good, because I had no intention of letting you go," Chakotay confessed quietly against Tom's hair, content and at peace.  At long last. Janeway was still checking out her ship's systems when a bright flash coming from what she would always think of as Chakotay's chair brought her eyes up with a snap.  She wasn't exactly smiling, but certainly not glaring, either. Maybe she was mellowing in her old age, she thought, as she looked expectantly at Q, who was glancing around the bridge, taking in Harry's graying hair, Tuvok's more weathered features, Kathryn's bright, shrewd eyes in a sixty-year-old face. "I just came to tell you," Q began, wondering for the nth time why he cared so much for these fragile creatures.  "You really don't need to worry about Tom and Chakotay, anymore.  They're going to be just fine." He simply smiled at the astonishment on her face until it cleared and she sighed again at the fond memories of two good men, gone these many years. "Took them long enough." ***********************end