<drum roll> The Question -
Write a 500-word essay including Tom, Chakotay, jodhpurs, and a riding crop. Drool optional.
Here is my contribution and yes it is exactly 500 words too <g>
Comments, praise, flames even…I’m not too proud to get down on my knees and beg. can be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org
Oh and if you don’t like it it is KarenD’s (the CPSG Problem Child)
fault. <ducks so Karen can’t hit her> She sent me her response…I laughed,
I chuckled, I howled. I even became intrigued and merrily went off and
read the series.
By Sandra Lee
“Spirits,” Chakotay breathed.
Tom sauntered towards him, his hands behind his back, hips thrusting slightly… teasingly, each movement outlining his lower body. The firm muscles of his legs were sheathed in what appeared to be some form of jodhpurs, the fine material clinging to his flesh like a lover.
His upper body was barely concealed by some sort of white silky material, so sheer it was almost transparent. It lay open at his throat, offering a tantalising glimpse of pale smooth skin.
Tom grinned at his lover’s obvious shock and arousal.
“It’s my night remember,” he purred.
Chakotay swallowed hard and agreed.
“Strip!” Tom commanded him softly, but with an edge of steel.
The CO shuddered and complied.
His lover smiled in satisfaction and brought the hands that were hidden behind his back into view.
“Good I wouldn’t want to *have* to use this on you.”
Tom began trailing his fingers up and down the length of the riding crop suggestively.
“On your back on the bed!”
The CO crossed the room and crawled across the expanse of the bed…throwing a smouldering look over his shoulder at his lover and wiggled his ass in silent invitation, before turning over and stretching out on his back.
“Tease,” Tom growled.
Chakotay gazed at him innocently.
“Two can play at that game!”
Paris approached his lover, taping the crop against his thigh.
“You are not allowed to touch yourself or come until I tell you!” he ordered.
The CO nodded his understanding.
Tom reached the bed and knelt on the mattress at his lover’s feet. He leant forward and bit his inner thigh, careful not to touch the straining erection just inches from his face.
Paris slid up the body lying so temptingly beneath him, until he sat straddling his lover’s firm stomach.
With a wicked grin he arched backward, rubbing his material clad ass against his lover’s hardness, relishing the incoherent sounds Chakotay made at the contact.
There was something almost indecent about being fully clothed while his lover lay naked beneath him that thrilled Tom to the core.
He set a steady pace, keeping eye contact with the other man at all times… delighting in the way his head thrashed from side to side in ecstasy.
Paris decided that it was almost time and with one hand released himself from the confines of the fabric.
Chakotay stopped moving and watched as Tom began to stroke himself.
“Kiss me!” He begged, and with a smile Paris leant forward and sealed his lips over his lover’s.
The steady pace became frantic as both men strained for release.
Thrusting back against the hardness behind him, and then forward into his own hand, Tom cried out “Now!” and shuddered as his orgasm swept through him, dimly aware of Chakotay’s howl of pleasure.
He collapsed against his lover’s chest, sticky and sated.
Chakotay murmured contentedly, starting to doze, only to be woken by a sharp nip.
“The night isn’t over yet!”