Captain Proton and The Lost Orgasm
by Maquis Leader
Rated NC17
Author’s
note: My turn at a "Chakotay and Kathryn are stranded on a really cold planet so they
gotta share body heat to keep warm" story.
And let’s just pretend Tom isn’t here...
“We’ll be
unable to beam you up until the interference clears.”
“Great.”
Kathryn Janeway shook her head. “Get Voyager out of the way of the storm,
Tuvok, we’ll be fine until you can come back for us.”
“Understood,
Captain. We are beaming down supplies.
We will beam you back as soon as we are able to do so. Voyager out.”
“How come
they can beam down supplies but they can’t beam us up?” Tom Paris asked. A pile of mangled metal appeared a few feet away. “I guess that answers that question.”
They were
able to salvage three blankets, two sleeping bags, and two bags of
rations. The rest of the supplies were
twisted, useless shapes.
“I found us
a shelter.” Chakotay trotted up to the pair.
“It’s warm now, but it’ll get cold tonight.” He looked over the pile of ruined equipment. “On the other hand, it beats the
alternative.” He led them through the trees to where a slab of rock had fallen against the side
of a nearby bluff forming a triangular pocket large enough for the three of
them.
“We need
something to keep the wind out. It’s
going to be down below freezing soon.” Kathryn eyed the shelter dubiously.
“There aren’t any caves?”
“None that
I could find. We can use branches from
the trees to shield the front. Come on,
Tom.” He pulled out his phaser and
started toward the trees. “Captain, go
ahead and build a fire, we’ll need something to warm us up when we’re done.”
“Aye-aye,
Commander.” Laughing, she saluted.
Chakotay
and Tom used their phasers to cut limbs off the trees closest to the
shelter. Laying them over the top and
across the front, the leafy branches cut the flow of air coming inside.
Kathryn had
made a respectable fire just inside the entrance. Chakotay ran his hand over
her hair. “Doesn’t look any shorter.”
“Some of us
paid attention when they showed us how to make fire.”
“I did
too. It was with a lighter.” He dropped
down beside her and warmed his hands over the blaze. “The temperature has dropped about twenty degrees in the last
hour, and it’s going to get colder.”
The planet
was warmed during the day by a nice size sun, but at night plunged to frigid
temperatures as another planet in the system blocked the sun completely. They had intended to be back on Voyager well before
nightfall, but the ion storm had changed their plans.
“Do we have
enough supplies to make it through the night?” Kathryn shivered as a stray gust
of cold air wisped through the shelter.
“We should
be all right. We can put the sleeping
bags together and the blankets will help.
Too bad the parkas and thermal suits were damaged.”
Damaged was
a polite way of describing what the transporter had done to the items Voyager
had beamed down. They were twisted and
shredded as if they were ripped apart from the inside. At least some of the down lining from the
parkas had helped her start the fire.
“Did you see the heating unit?”
“Yes, it
was – melded – into one of the water jugs.” He shuddered. “Remind me never to
take the transporter for granted again. “
“That’s why
we should have brought the Delta Flyer.” Tom came inside, stopping to pull a
section of the branches over the opening to seal it off.
“We’d still
be stuck here.” Kathryn handed him a cup of hot coffee.
“True, but
we’d be stuck inside a warm ship.” His hands shook so badly that she helped
guide the cup to his lips so he could take a drink.
“We’ll make
do.” Looking across the fire to
Chakotay, she saw him stuffing pieces of the ruined parkas into cracks in the
rock wall. “We’ll be fine.”
They zipped
the sleeping bags together to form one large one and one of the blankets was
pushed down into the bottom to help keep their feet warm. There was an unspoken acknowledgment that
they had to share body heat to keep warm.
For once, Tom kept his wise cracks to himself as they pulled their boots
off and slid inside. Another agreement
was that the Captain was to be in the middle.
She did have some comments on the arrangement, but found herself
outvoted. As the smallest, it made the
most sense for her to be in between their larger bodies.
Laying her
head against Chakotay’s back, Kathryn put her arms around his waist and slid
one of her legs between his. “Why don’t
we have sleeping bags that have heating units in them?”
“I don’t
know, probably because the shelter or the heating unit would have kept us
warm.” This was nice, now if only Tom wasn’t here with them.
“Neither of
which survived beaming down.” Shivering, she pressed closer to him. “Remind me
to set B’Elanna on this project. This
isn’t the first time this has happened.”
“Yes,
ma’am!” Tom’s voice came from behind her.
He’d put his back firmly up against hers the moment he’d laid down.
“I’ll tell her personally when we get back.”
They lay
shivering for sometime, pressing closer trying to stay warm as the temperature
dropped. Finally Kathryn sighed. “We’re
going to have to give up and do it.”
They all knew the drill. Direct body contact was warmer than wearing the
uniforms.
“Lucky for
me, I have on the boxers, Be gave me for Valentine’s Day.” Tom shoved his pants
down into the bottom of the sleeping bag.
“Oh, God,
don’t tell me!” Kathryn was laughing. “Big red hearts?”
“Yup.”
“Do you
think that’s something you should wear on an away mission, Mr. Paris?”
“It is when
you’re planning on surprising a romantic Klingon when you get back.” The
younger man grinned at her as he pulled off his turtleneck. “Under the
circumstances, I think you should call me Tom, Kathryn. We are sleeping together after all.” He
caught a glimpse of an ice blue bra strap peeking out from under her tank top.
Definitely not Starfleet issue.
“Watch it,
Paris.”Chakotay glared at him over her head.
“I’m only
kidding, Chief.” Tom held his hands up.
Stripping
down to her tank top, bra, and panties, she snuggled into her blanket and
watched Chakotay pull of his jacket and turtleneck. “Where’s your t-shirt?”
“I don’t
wear one it’s too hot.” He lay back down.
“Um,
Chakotay, pants?” She felt him tense as she touched his back.
“No.”
Tom was
laughing silently. His back was shaking
against hers. “This is no time to be shy. I’ve seen you in swim trunks. Think
of this as the same thing.”
“No, now go
to sleep.” His voice was sharp.
That was
the second time he’d given her an order. Part of her liked it, but the Captain
part put her foot down. “Chakotay, quit acting like a little boy who’s afraid
to have someone see him in his underwear.” She could feel Tom trying to hold
his laughter in. “And Mr. Paris, behave!”
“Yes,
ma’am.” He choked out. The Captain
obviously didn’t know that Chakotay preferred to go ‘commando’.
“Fine, Captain,
have it your way.” Chakotay undid his pants and pushed them off down into the
bottom of the sleeping bag with angry, jerky movements.
“There,
that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Kathryn put her arms around his waist and snuggled
against his back once again. It took a
few seconds to register that she was feeling his bare buttocks against her. Oh
my.
Tom was
laughing outright. “Guess you’ll have
to put him on report for not following the dress code.”
“This from
a guy with hearts all over his ass! Not
exactly Starfleet issue!” Chakotay shot back.
“Enough you
two.” Carefully keeping her hands on his chest. Kathryn pushed away the thought
that he was lying completely naked in her arms. A little distraction was what they needed. “Chakotay, tell me a
story.”
“Why don’t
you just go to sleep?” He was still angry with her.
“Because
I’m not sleepy, and I know you’re a good storyteller. Naomi told me so.” The little girl positively adored Chakotay and loved to tell all
about the latest story he’d told her or game he’d played with her. Naomi had no idea that the Captain got a
vicarious thrill hearing about her ‘Uncle’.
“Yeah, come
on, Dad.” Tom added. “Tell us a story.”
“There’s
the one about the smartass ensign that gets kicked outside to freeze to
death.” He sighed. Maybe a story would help take his mind off
Kathryn’s hands on his bare chest, her naked leg between his thighs, and the
soft silky panties pressed up against his backside. “Long ago the People lived
free on the plains. They lived off the
bounty of Mother Earth, following the buffalo, the women sang and smiled, and
fat children played in the tall grass. Life was good. Then one spring no rains fell and the grass was dry and
brown. Hunters ranged far, but the
buffalo were gone, even the deer had vanished . . . ”
“... and
each spring the bluebonnet flowers cover the ground to remind us of her sacrifice. To remember to not just take the gifts
Mother Earth gives us, but to give in return.”
“That’s
beautiful, Chakotay.” Kathryn sniffled against his back. “How old is that
story?”
“Old.” He
shrugged. “It’s from the time before the Europeans came. Centuries old.”
“It’s a
good lesson.”
“Okay, so
she burned her doll and flowers are
blue, now would you two go to sleep?” Tom grunted as her elbow hit his back.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry,
Paris, I forgot your ancestors sprang full blown from the earth complete with
scientific explanations for everything.”
Chakotay stiffened in Kathryn’s arms.
“Shh... he
didn’t mean it.” She kissed the back of his neck. “He’s a cranky little boy who
needs his sleep.” Tom snorted behind her, earning him another elbow in the
back. “Shut up and go to sleep, that’s an order. You too, Chakotay.”
Snuggled
together they drifted off to sleep.
mmmmmmmm
Someone was
nudging him in the back. Tom shifted
but they kept nudging him. Was it time
to get up? A passionate moan snapped
him awake. B’Elanna? The next groan was male.
Not B’Elanna. The nudge was the
Captain pushing against his back. Or
being pushed back judging by the sounds of things.
Scooching
as far away as possible and laying very still, he tried not to listen to the
gasps and moans from the pair behind him.
Was it their first time? She
didn’t know he doesn’t wear shorts so... probably. Lovely, and here he was to witness it. On the other hand... there was the betting pool. And here he was
to witness it.
The moans
and cries were reaching a crescendo.
Funny, he never would have pegged the Captain as a noisy woman in
bed. The frantic movements slowed as
she cried out. Finally, now I can go
back to sleep. Closing his eyes again,
Tom pulled the blanket farther up over his head. The movement behind him didn’t stop. It was slower, but showed no signs of stopping. He should have known the Big Guy wouldn’t
let it end with just one.
Tom did his
best to ignore them, but by the fourth time he heard her coming, he was getting
pretty worked up himself. And he was
jealous as hell of Chakotay’s stamina.
Jeez, they’d been at it forever and he showed no signs of slowing
down. Sliding his hand down inside his
shorts, Tom tried to imagine the sounds coming from himself and B’Elanna.
He was
close to coming, could almost see B’Elanna riding him when the nudges against
his back became harder and faster.
Damn, can’t a guy jack off in peace around here? Tom panted in frustration. The moans were different now. Chakotay was
groaning and the Captain was encouraging him softly, saying things he’d have
bet his stash of rations that she’d never even heard of.
“I – can’t
– “ Chakotay was panting. “Oh, Spirits – help me – I can’t – “
Tom knew
what the problem was. He’d held back
not letting himself come and now he couldn’t.
Been there done that. Luckily
not in a sleeping bag with a third party in the way. Although there had been that time Harry had been on the other end
of the couch.
He could
feel Chakotay’s hand braced on the ground between his back and the Captain’s in
an effort to hold her to him. No way
was the big Indian going to get the leverage he needed to get in deeper and
harder, not while he was laying on his side.
What he needed was to roll her over onto her back so he could pound into
her. That was the best solution in his experience. But there wasn’t enough room with him in here with them. For a moment, Tom considered crawling out, but
discarded the idea when he pulled the blanket off his head getting a freezing
blast of air in his face. Brr! No way was he going out there. That would probably make them remember he
was here and they’d stop anyway. Facing
a sexually frustrated first officer wasn’t his idea of fun. Thank you but
no. Might as well just volunteer for
permanent sparring partner duty.
Chakotay
groans were becoming more and more frustrated and his movements jerkier. Easing over onto his back, then onto his
side facing them, Tom could see the strain on the other man’s face. He knew from experience the feeling was both
heaven and hell. If this was their
first time, and he intended to bet on it, the Big Guy was putting on one hell
of a performance. The Captain was
whimpering and moaning like she was coming non stop. She wouldn’t be able to sleep alone after this. Uh-uh, no
sir! Commander, my quarters, now!
It looked
as if Captain Proton would have to come to the rescue. Hmm... Captain Proton and The Lost
Orgasm? He and B’Elanna would have to
visit the holodeck when he got back to Voyager. Well, she can’t bust me down any farther. I’m already an ensign. Here goes nothing! Tom put his hands on the Captain’s lower back pushing her against
and down onto Chakotay.
The response
was immediate. Chakotay started
thrusting harder and Tom had to brace himself so he could push the Captain
against the movement and not let her rock back. He was suddenly staring directly into the other man’s deep brown
eyes, the pupils were dilated until they appeared almost black. After a moment they closed and the dark head
settled down onto her shoulder. One of
the Captain’s hands came up to tangle in his hair. Don’t blame you Big Guy, I wouldn’t want to look over Be’s
shoulder and see you either.
Keeping
himself away from her bottom – God it was tempting. Tom kept his hands carefully on her lower back. The Big Guy was grunting and groaning
finally reaching his climax. Pushing
her hard onto Chakotay just as he gave one last thrust, there was a squeak from
the Captain and a sharp cry from Chakotay then both were still.
Rolling
away from them, Tom slid his hands into his shorts and stroked himself until he
came. He didn’t try to be quiet. They
sure as hell hadn’t been. They couldn’t
get mad at him considering what they just did.
Wiping his hands off on his shorts, he closed his eyes again. At least it was nice and warm now. He could hear them talking softly to each
other, declarations of love. The
Captain was crying. This was so romantic. Wait until he told B’Elanna.
“Paris.”
Chakotay’s voice was hoarse.
Tom tensed.
“One word
and you’re a dead man.”
“Understood,
sir.” He didn’t doubt it for a second.
“Tomorrow,
the mess hall, 0730.”
“Ma’am?”
Was that the time and place for his execution?
“The first
public kiss. Place your bet and we’re
even.”
“Yes
ma’am!” What would he do with all those
rations? Captain Proton could go in
search of the Lost Orgasm, and feed his sweetie lobster for dinner. Guess the Captain wasn’t the only one who
got lucky tonight.
Here's Kathryn and Chakotay's side of the story. In Dreams Of You
