Disclaimers: All Hail Paramount ….They own the boys, I just sit back
and enjoy them. :0)
Notes: This story was written under the influence of Migraine medication
and way too many
Easter eggs, so I am like totally not responsible for it. This is just a piece of Easter inspired Silliness/Smut…don’t even think of trying to look for a plot ‘cause Disappointment is a bad
That was the original notes <g>… I started it last Easter. Hmmm I
just have to work out if it’s
late or really really early :0)
Summary: The boys indulge in some Easter fun, which leads to…
Warnings: Contains - Silliness, Graphic descriptions of Chocolate <gasp>
and a bit of the *Fun*
stuff. This also contain a relationship between two men…if you don’t like the idea or shouldn’t be
reading it for any reason – DON’T
Special Thanks – To Karen D who suggested the ‘Pillow Fight’ even though
she was referring to
“Captain … sensors are picking up a… Story!”
“Mr Tuvok are you picking up any signs of an *Intelligent* Plot?”
“Negative Captain!… the odds of finding a plot in the following pages are approximately
1,784,672 to 1”
“Does that mean you appreciate Neelix’s latest efforts as Morale Officer?”
“Who would've thought that while searching the database for old Earth
customs he would have
come across this one, or that it would turn out to be so *interesting*!”
“I know it originally had a religious significance, but how can you
go wrong with a holiday
involving chocolate? It certainly appealed to the Captain, she gave us extra replicator rations for
the occasion. Remind me to replicate some coffee creams for her later…right now I’m busy!”
“You’re awfully quiet”
“It’s a bit hard to do anything when you have the ship’s pilot licking
melted chocolate off your
“I’m sure it’s hard!” Tom replied with an exaggerated leer.
“Hey! What was that for?” he grumbled rubbing his arm, before giving the First Officer lying
beside him a slow once over glance.
“Ha!…see I was only making a statement of fact,” he said grinning broadly.
“I’m going to punish you for that!”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” the CO asked hopefully.
He was so distracted by thoughts of possible *punishments* that he never saw the pillow coming.
“Teach you to hit me for no reason!”
“Mrmph… !#%*@*!^?” came the muffled reply.
Tom laughed until he was suddenly grabbed and pushed off the bed, landing
hard on his rather
“You do realise this means war!” he yelled doing a mocking version of an Indian war cry.
“Hey!… isn’t that my line?’ Chakotay grumbled half-heartedly as he searched for an extra pillow.
“WRONG TRIBE!” Tom crowed smugly.
Chakotay found the pillow and scrambled off the bed until he stood towering over the Lieutenant
“I have a pillow and I’m not afraid to use it!” he said laughing.
“No fair… you didn’t give me a head start, Although it certainly *is*
a great view from down
here!” Paris added, leering.
“I’ll give *you* a head-start….”
“Ooh promises….promises,” he replied with an evil grin.
“You really have a one track mind,” the Commander stated.
“Nah!, I’d have to say at least two….you can’t forget flying,” Tom replied impishly.
Tom leaned forward and swept the CO’s feet from under him.
“Oh, you know what they say, the bigger they are the harder they fall!”
he teased as he scooted
out of the way before Chakotay could retaliate.
The pillow was thrown, hitting the wall just left of the Conn Officer’s head.
Chakotay stood up and assumed a stalking stance.
“Um, Big Guy, I was kidding…really!” gulped a suddenly nervous Tom Paris.
Only a small coffee-table stood between them now.
The First Officer began to move. The Lieutenant moved backwards, echoing
each step towards
him. Closer, faster, until he was being chased around the room by a naked Indian.
Finally he was caught, flung over the CO’s shoulder, then unceremoniously dumped on the bed.
Tom regained his breath before managing to roll them both over until
he was once more on top.
Chakotay was not impressed, so he flipped Tom back underneath him, where he belonged.
Paris tried to regain his former position, unsuccessfully, until they
were both rolling around, trying
to gain an advantage over the other.
Tom cried out in surprise as the half-full bowl of melted chocolate
splattered across his struggling
Chakotay laughed and cried gleefully, “Ooooh…Dessert!”
“Urgh. It’s sticky! And it’s not funny either,” Tom muttered with a pout.
“Oh, so it was alright for me to get all sticky, but not you hmm?” he teased.
“But you do sticky, soooo well,” Tom sighed.
“And you don’t? I’ll give you sticky,” Chakotay said, chuckling mischievously
before leaping out
of the bed and racing to the replicator.
“Computer, one squeeze bottle of Chocolate fudge sauce, room temperature,” he ordered.
“Uh...oh!” a low groan was heard from the bed.
The Commander returned to find the pilot unsuccessfully trying to hide
under the covers. He
quickly stifled a laugh before tip-toeing around the bed to stand behind the quivering mass of
white that was the other man and waited patiently.
He wasn’t disappointed.
A few moments later, Tom poked his head out from beneath the sheets
and not seeing his lover
walking towards him, gave him the courage to toss them away.
Now Tom was *really* sticky.
Chocolate sauce dribbled slowly down his chest, some pooling in his navel, more travelling further downwards.
Tom groaned at the hungry look in his lover’s eyes.
Chakotay just groaned.
“Playtime’s over!” he growled, just before pouncing and straddling the younger man's hips.
“It’s about time!” Tom complained between kisses.
“Getting a little impatient are we?” the Commander taunted, while nibbling
on the Pilot’s throat,
exerting enough pressure to leave the mother of all hickies.
Paris moaned deep in his throat and arched up, rubbing against his lover’s body like a cat in heat.
“Dammit Chakotay… I want you now!”
“And miss out on the chance to lick every drop of chocolate off your
gorgeous body before I
fuck you senseless? I don’t think so,” he replied, grinning wickedly at the look of shocked arousal
on the other man’s face.
“Hard and fast now and then whatever you want later,” Paris said hopefully.
“’kotay!” Tom pleaded with an almost whine.
“No deal… Just remember who is on top here,”
“Like I could ever forget," Tom grumbled half-heartedly.
Chakotay laughed and planted a firm kiss on his lover’s pouting lips
before swooping down and
licking at a trail of chocolate that had landed on a smooth shoulder.
Paris squirmed under the warm tongue lapping at his skin and decided
while his lover was
occupied he would take matters into his own hands…literally.
Chakotay felt his lover’s arm brush against his stomach and looked down
to see him grasp his
own erection firmly and begin to stoke.
He rested his forehead against Tom’s shoulder for a moment and watched
his lover pleasuring
himself before looking up and staring at him face to face.
“Uh uh…that’s mine. Would you rather I tied you to the bed so you couldn’t
move and then
tease myself for hours while you can do nothing else but watch?” the Commander growled huskily.
Tom swallowed audibly and licked his suddenly dry lips.
“Didn’t think so. Although I think I’ll keep that idea in mind for another
night,” he added
Paris whimpered quietly.
“Now where was I?” Chakotay asked himself, before attacking his lover’s
following a dribble of the sticky sweet down to the dusting of hair across his chest.
“'kotay don’t tease me anymore!” Tom moaned pitifully.
“Tease? Excuse me but I’m not the one who fondles his lover in the turbolift
just before reaching
the bridge or plays footsies in the senior staff meetings.”
“Nothing to say Paris?”
Tom gave him a pleading look and struggled against him for more contact.
“The puppy dog eyes won’t work Paris.”
Tom sighed, defeated, and let his lover have his way with him for however long it took.
Chakotay noticed his surrender and smiled.
“Patience Tommy. Don’t I *always* make it good for you?” he purred against
his lovers chest,
sucking and biting his nipples until they became hard points.
“Yes!” he replied breathlessly. “But couldn’t good be faster?”
“I thought so,” the pilot stated proudly.
“I have got to keep that mouth of yours occupied somehow,” Chakotay
“Here!” he said as he reached up and placed two of his fingers against his lover’s soft lips.
Tom happily drew them into his mouth and began sucking and swirling
his tongue around the
It was the Commanders turn to groan.
“That mouth of yours should be listed as a dangerous weapon.”
Paris smiled and sucked harder.
A tiny bite to the tip of one finger and the Commander growled and removed
the digits from his
lovers mouth, concerned that he would come from that stimulation alone.
As if Tom could read his mind, his lips twitched and his expression turned knowing.
Chakotay gave him a light slap on his thigh. “Don’t get too cocky Paris.”
“But I thought that was the whole idea,” his lover said innocently, batting his eyelashes.
The Commander snorted in disbelief.
“I hate to break it to you Tom, but you acting innocent just isn’t convincing.”
“Oh, just get on with it, would you,” Paris muttered in a mock hurt tone.
Resuming his sensual assault, Chakotay pinned his lover’s arms to his
sides and began to tease
the sensitive skin of his stomach.
A series of light nips and small licks to the smooth skin soon had Tom
quivering and breathing
“You like that Tommy?” the CO purred.
A flick of his tongue and then another into the hollow of his lover's
navel, searching out the
remains of the chocolate that had pooled there.
A fine sheen of sweat now coated his lover’s body, diluting the chocolate and taking the edge
off the almost sickening sweetness.
Chakotay noted with satisfaction that his lover appeared to be beyond verbal and was currently communicating his desire with a series of breathy whimpers and quiet moans.
Concentrating on a particular small patch of skin just above his right
hip he bit down sharply and
was rewarded by a mewling cry and a violent arch of his lover’s hips.
He returned to his navel for a final taste and then followed the thin
trail of soft hair downwards
until he encountered his lover’s straining erection.
He let go of Tom’s arms and then repositioned his legs for greater access,
moving them back
until his feet were flat on the bed.
The Commander sat back and admired his lover’s sweaty trembling body
and the aroused
sapphire blue eyes silently begging him for more.
He leaned forward for a deep penetrating kiss, his tongue mimicking
the act that would soon
Without breaking contact, he reached with one hand searching for the
small tube that had been
placed next to the bed earlier.
Once he had it, he rested his weight on his lover and slid down his
body until he was in his
previous position kneeling between Tom’s spread thighs.
He gazed down at his lover and smiled, a wicked gleam entering his eyes
and his dimples
“Looks like I missed some chocolate”
“Oh gods 'kotay, just fuck me,” Paris pleaded.
“I said I was going to lick all the chocolate off first.”
Tom huffed in frustration.
“And I don’t want you coming until I’m buried deep inside you, understood?”
The pilot just whimpered and squirmed beneath him in reply.
Without warning Chakotay dived down and engulfed the head of his lover’s
erection in his mouth
and began expertly sucking.
Tom cried out and bucked up hard, forcing himself deeper down his lover’s throat.
The Commander kept his eyes on his lover's face and watched his reactions,
as he alternated
between deep slow sucking and hard swipes of his tongue, slowly driving his lover crazy and
right to the edge.
Timing it correctly, Chakotay removed his mouth just seconds before
any more stimulation would
have driven his lover screaming into orgasm.
He sat back and smiled as Tom swore.
"Was that an order or a request?" he asked pleasantly.
Paris gave him a half-hearted glare and muttered, "Just remember, payback's a bitch!"
"I can handle anything you dish out Flyboy."
"We'll see," Tom said, smiling mysteriously.
"Yes, we will," The Commander growled, as he pulled his lover's legs up and over his shoulders.
After stroking the soft skin of the inside of his lover's thighs for
a few moments, he un-capped the
tube of lotion with one hand and applied a generous amount to his fingers. He then prepared the
man beneath him with quick and thorough motions.
"Ready for me Tommy?" he asked huskily.
Paris gave a low groan in response and nodded.
"Want me Tommy?" he growled, not able to resist asking.
"Yes, now 'kotay. Want you in me so bad," his lover replied, panting.
The Commander moaned, as with a single hard thrust he entered his lover.
He leant forward and nipped at the flushed skin of the pilot's chest,
steadily increasing his pace
until he was pounding into his lover, with each stoke withdrawing almost all the way and then
slamming back into his lover's welcoming body.
He paused, transfixed by the sight of his lover thrashing his head from
side to side in desperation,
and renewed his efforts, spurred on by the needy little whimpering sounds escaping from Tom's
"C'mon Tommy. That's it," he crooned between ragged breaths.
Paris wailed as one particularly forceful thrust hit a certain spot
inside him and sent almost
unbearable pleasure coursing through his body.
"Come for me, Tom" Chakotay demanded, as he grasped his lover's erection
in one hand and
began to stroke it.
And then with an impassioned shriek, Paris was coming. Trembling and
panting, his body ached
up as the Commander kept slamming into him, his movements erratic until he too came with a
Tom gasped for air as the heavy weight of his lover landed on him and
then smiled as Chakotay
began to nuzzle at his neck.
They lay there in blissful silence for a few moments, trying to regain
their breath. Then the
Commander grinned as he felt his lover begin to squirm under him.
"Ready for another round already Tommy? I'm impressed."
The squirming became more pronounced and then stopped.
"Nope! Decided it was time for my dessert," Tom stated smugly, as he
squeezed more fudge
sauce onto his lover's back.