Title: Heat

Author: Angelee

Rating: Adult

Pairing: Chakotay/Paris

Disclaimer: Disclaimed

Summary: Where there’s heat, there’s fire. There’s also home.

Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are mine-with apologies.

Feedback address: angelee79912@yahoo.com

HEAT

“My, oh my,” Tom whispered as he eyed the tall dark-skinned man entering Sandrines. “He’s gorgeous and he’s mine,” he told Adam his red-headed companion, warningly.

“Why is he yours?” Adam asked in annoyance. Tom always got the better ones. Men, women, didn’t matter. Tom always got them and it was really starting to piss him off.

“Because I saw him first,” Tom replied. Before Adam could say or do anything he headed toward the beautiful angel scanning the room as if looking for someone.

“Hi, Gorgeous. Looking for someone? Me, maybe?”

“What makes you think it’s you I’m looking for?” The man asked, smiling at him. Allowing Tom to see the most beautiful dimples he’d ever seen in his life.

“Wishful thinking on my part, but hopefully not so wishful,” He told him moving as close as he dared.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Hmm, hmm.”

Tom reached out a hand that wasn’t quite steady and traced the tattoo covering the left side of the man’s forehead. It was allowed, which surprised the hell out of Tom.

Emboldened he moved closer, wrapping his arms around a firmly-muscled body. Very rarely had he been allowed first touch. It’d been so long. So long since anyone had excited him the way this gorgeous man was. Leaving Tom needy and so very hungry.

He nuzzled a warm neck. “You smell good.”

“Thank-you. So do you.”

Tom moaned softly, feeling the slow build-up of heat. He began undulating against a warm hip.

He felt strong arms go around him pulling him closer. “You presume a lot, Lover,” His angel whispered softly into his right ear.

“Hmm, you feel so good.”

“What if I don’t want to be doing this?”

Tom’s hands moved low to cup firm, oh-so firm buttocks. “You would have shoved me away instead of pulling me closer. Probably even hurt me some.”

Chakotay aligned their hips closer. “I still can.”

“But you won’t,” Tom replied with growing confidence.

They were swaying together almost in a dance. Gently, softly, side to side, back and forth. Sensually so sensually. The slow dance adding kindling to the already building fire.

“Take me home with you?” Tom asked, nibbling gently on the soft skin of the man’s neck. Asking for something he didn’t even know he wanted, until now.

“You don’t even know where home is.”

“Doesn’t matter. Someplace where we can be together. Alone. You and I.”

The man chuckled deeply. “Tired of giving everyone a free show?”

They continued to sway together sweetly. “Don’t care about that. I’ll go down on my knees in front of you right now if you asked. Even if you didn’t.”

Hands pulled him away from the neck he was happily nuzzling to look into his eyes. “You don’t even know my name.” A thumb gently stroked his left eyebrow.

Tom was trembling lightly in need, in want, in heat. “Tell me your name,” He whispered softly.

“Chakotay. Yours?”

“Tom. Tom Paris. There, I know your name.” Tom moved closer wanting desperately to kiss those bowed lips inches from his. “Let me kiss you,” He begged.

It wasn’t allowed. “Tom, are you always this easy?”

“Most days, yeah-I am. Gotta eat. But this time, it’s different. I want you. I want you so badly. From the moment you came into the bar, I wanted you.”

Tom struggled lightly in an effort to get closer. He wanted those lips with a deep hunger he hadn’t felt before. “Let me kiss you,” He begged, reaching forward, not beyond it if it got him what he wanted.

Chakotay allowed it…finally. Tom met the waiting lips voraciously. Feeding the hunger, feeding the flame.

Desire rose higher until Tom burned. Oh, how he burned. He moaned softly.

“Easy, easy,” Chakotay told him, panting heavily. “We’re in a bar.”

“Everyone’s gone, not even Sandrines here any more. It’s my job to close up,” Tom whispered. His hand sliding between their two bodies to stroke the heavy bulge he knew would be there.

“Oh, yeah. Mine, all mine.” He lowered himself sensually to the floor, rubbing his face against Chakotay’s groin. Breathing deep the warm musky smell of the man, the rich scent of leather.

“Please. Please,” he begged meeting the dark, luminous eyes staring down at him.

“You beg so pretty.”

“I’ll beg all you want. If you’ll let me have you.”

The flames rose higher, the heat building as they continued to look into each other’s eyes.

Chakotay said nothing. Only continued to stare down at him an unfathomable look in his dark eyes.

Tom placed his hands on narrow hips keeping him still as he buried his head, nuzzling deep. He moaned softly. It felt good. So very good. Fingers buried themselves in his hair pulling him away. Tom fought. He wanted more.

“T…Tom, s…stop. P…please, s…stop.”

Reluctantly Tom pulled away slightly, looking up.

Chakotay smiled at him. “You look good down there. Hot, hungry, needy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Tom asked, laying his head against Chakotay’s hip.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” Chakotay replied, running a trembling hand through Tom’s baby fine hair.

“Take me home with you.”

“What-like you were a lost puppy in need of a home?” Chakotay asked softly, smiling gently.

“I need you,” Tom replied in answer, rubbing his face against Chakotay’s hardness.

“Ah…Goddess. You don’t even know me.”

“I want you,” Tom told him mouthing the pulsing flesh encased in black leather.

“That’s not knowing,” Chakotay said, pulling Tom closer.

“Is that important?”

“I…it’s a start.”

“So is lust. Which is what I’m feeling right now. In spades,” Tom carefully, oh-so carefully, unbuttoned the leather pants. Reaching inside. “Beautiful. So very beautiful,” He whispered softly. So happy it’d been allowed.

“Hmm, you taste good,” Tom said, licking the hard flesh inches from his face. He looked up to meet dark eyes. Heat rose, flaring between them brightly, hotly.

Tom continued to look up as he took Chakotay deep into his mouth. Loving the fullness of him. The heaviness. The heat. Oh-God-the heat.

Tom opened his pants stroking himself in time to Chakotay’s thrusts. Good, so very, good.

The thrusting increased as the lust and passion flared. Dark eyes continued to stare into heavily dilated blue. Contact never breaking, even when Chakotay began thrusting harder.

Something passed between the two of them. Tangible, real. The heat rose higher and higher. Finally bursting in to flame.

Chakotay moaned loudly releasing a heavy flood of fluid into Tom’s mouth. The blond drank it greedily, searching for more when there was none to be found. Loving the rich earthy taste of the man above him.

Tom mewed softly around the rapidly softening hardness in his mouth as he came into his pumping fist.

Refusing to let go even when fingers tugged gently. Having no choice when the tugging grew insistent to the point of pain.

“Take me with you?” he asked yet again, licking his lips in search of another taste of the beautiful man staring down at him.

Chakotay ran a finger gently over Tom’s cheek. “Persistent little shit.”

“Yes,” Tom replied moving into the tiny caress. “Take me with you. I want to go with you.”

Chakotay smiled down at him. He caressed Tom’s lips with his thumb. The blond suckling it greedily as they stared at one another. Blue eyes staring into dark, smoky smoldering eyes.

“So pretty,” Chakotay whispered. “So pretty, so very pretty.” He pulled Tom to his feet. Holding him close, they swayed together in a dance all their own. The heat only temporarily banked. Smoldering under the surface ready to explode once again into flame.

Tom closed his eyes, moaning softly. He was hungry again, so very hungry for his dark-skinned angel. Afraid to wish. Afraid to want. Yearning with an ache he wasn’t sure he’d survive if he was denied.

“Go. Get your things.”

Blue eyes opened in surprise. “Y…you’ll take me with you?”

“Yes. Even if you weren’t what I was originally looking for, I can’t leave you in this dump. You don’t belong here. Get your things. You’re coming home with me.”

“Where? Where’s home?”

“The Crazy Horse. My ship,” Chakotay said softly, nuzzling the blonde’s neck. He couldn’t leave him, he just couldn’t.

“Hmm. Home?”

“Yes,” Chakotay replied, pulling Tom into a hungry kiss. Even if he hadn’t found the pilot he was looking for, he’d found something better-his heart.

“Home,” Tom said wistfully. “I haven’t had one of them in a long time.”

“You have one now. Go. Get your things.” Chakotay ran his hands up and down a slender back. Very much liking the way the blond felt in his arms. Almost as if he belonged there.

“Okay. But Tay?”

“Yeah, Baby?”

The blond chuckled softly. “You have to let me go.”

Chakotay released him reluctantly. “Right. Let you go.”

Tom took a step before turning back to steal a hungry kiss. “Hmm, good, so good.” He said trying to steal another, only to have Chakotay stop him.

“No. Time enough for that later. Get you things, hurry.” He watched as Tom ran up the stairs. The beautiful blond turned to look at him making the heat flaring again. Chakotay moaned softly, barely stopping himself from following. He never expected this-not in a million years. Not about to deny it now that it was his. “Hurry, Tom. Let’s go home.”

Tom gave him a brilliant smile before he turned. “Home.” Softly echoed as he raced up the stairs.