Chakotay lay spooned behind Tom, content in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Pulling the younger man in his arms closer he kissed the sweat slick neck.
Chakotay's lips stretched into a smile against the pilot's skin as he lazily thought of their recent activities. Chakotay had used Tom passionately and in the end, both men had exploded into orgasm, with all the hues of the rainbow flashing before their eyes.
Valentine's day was tomorrow but both men were scheduled for duty that day, so they wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time together. They decided to celebrated tonight.
Tom had surprised Chakotay with an exquisite dinner of oysters and wine, while Chakotay had made the younger man blush when he presented him some chocolates and roses.
Tom turned in Chakotay's embrace to look into the older man's eyes. "Thank you. That was amazing."
Chakotay smiled again. "You're welcome. It was amazing, wasn't it?"
Kissing the chest in front of him, Tom sighed and moved to straddle his lover. "I have another gift for you," he said as he reached in the drawer of the nightstand. Pulling the sheet that half covered Chakotay off the bed, he let his lover see what he was holding.
Flavoured body paints.
Chakotay grinned, "What do you have planned?"
"Well, I always tell you your body is a work of art. Sometimes you just need to touch it up with some colour." Tom replied with a cheeky grin, as he opened the red paint. Placing a small dab on his finger, he brought it to Chakotay's lips.
The older man instantly sucked the digit into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around Tom's finger, he recognized the pleasant taste of cherry.
Tom pulled his finger from Chakotay's mouth and leaned down for a kiss. The younger man let his tongue wander around Chakotay's mouth until he decided on the flavour. Sitting up again he said, "Mmmm, Cherry."
Chakotay watched as Tom placed more of the paint on his fingers. The older man could feel the pilot stroke the paint onto his forehead, around his tattoo.
The blond man gave a nod, obviously satisfied with his work.
The older man stifled a moan when Tom leaned over to grab another bottle of paint. He resisted the urge to grab the slender waist and pulled Tom back so that he would rub against his growing erection.
Settling back down on the aroused Commander, Tom place some blue paint on his finger and again presented it to his lover.
Chakotay eagerly accepted the finger, wondering what flavour would be revealed. The sweet taste of blueberry flooded his senses as he licked the finger clean.
The older man smiled as he felt Tom's penis start to harden against his chest.
The blue eyes of the pilot started to dilate, until only a thin blue line circled the iris.
Dipping his finger into the blue paint, a shaky finger drew a pattern on the Commander's chest. It felt like a spiral design that travelled down his pectoral muscle to circled around the nipple. The same pattern was drawn on the other side of the Commander's chest.
Tom started to reach for the white paint when he looked into Chakotay's eyes. What he saw made his head spin the look of lust in the dark brown eyes captured him. Tom slowly bent over until his lips were hovering above his lover's. Reaching up, Chakotay pulled his head down the rest of the way.
Chakotay lost himself as the lips of the pilot covered his own. Both their mouths opened wide as their tongues started duelling with each other. Chakotay finally subsided and allowed Tom's tongue to dive deeply into his mouth.
The younger man's hands came up behind his head. The long fingers entangled themselves into the thick black hair as he pulled Chakotay closer to him. The kiss deepened and lengthened, driving home the love and lust they felt for each other.
The need for oxygen finally broke the kiss. Tom sat up, panting, and opened the final bottle of white paint. Squeezing some onto his finger, he brought it to his own mouth. After licking off all the paint on his finger he leaned over again for another kiss.
Chakotay's tongue was allowed to enter Tom's mouth this time, and he tasted the vanilla flavour of the paint.
Tom placed more paint on his fingers and drew a straight line down Chakotay's abdomen, across his navel and toward his groin, stopping the line just above the curling pubic hair. Two smaller lines where quickly added making an arrow.
"Just follow the arrow," the lithe blond, said softly to himself, as he leaned over and began to lick away the red paint off of Chakotay's forehead.
When he finished there, he started on the spiral design on the older man's chest, then began to work his way south following the arrow to his prize.
At the end of the arrow was Chakotay's aching erection begging for attention.
Tom swung his body around so his own need was in easy reach of Chakotay's mouth.
Taking the hint, Chakotay pulled the pilot's erection into his mouth. He moaned around the hard flesh when he felt his own member being engulf in the younger man's talented mouth.
It did not take long for the two lovers to come to the pinnacle of release, Chakotay exploded into Tom's mouth after a few minutes, with Tom quickly followed suit.
Coming down from the high of orgasm Tom slowly moved his body around and crawled up into Chakotay's waiting arms. Sleep quickly claiming both men.
*****
The next morning, the two men stood close together in the turbolift on the way up to the bridge.
Standing slightly behind Chakotay, Tom noticed a streak of blue body paint from the night before just behind the Commander's ear. Smiling to himself he remembered the kiss that caused him to smear the paint there. Slowly leaning forward he licked the spot of blue paint off the Commander's neck.
Chakotay stiffened. Just as the turbolift doors opened onto the bridge Tom nipped at his ear and whispered, "Happy Valentine's day, lover," and strode out onto the bridge.
Trying to regaining his composer quickly, Chakotay stepped out of the lift and moved over to his seat. Sitting down, he pretended to ignore Janeway's knowing look.
Staring at the blond head in front of him, he stared to plot his revenge against the pilot for his attempt to arouse him so early in his shift. Maybe he could replicate some whips and chains just to put a scare into the younger man.
With a wicked smile, he thought of the body paint that was left over, and settled on the paint and the many applications that he could use with it to drive his lover wild.
With a sense of anticipation he turned his concentration to his duties.