Title: Stonewall Anniversary

Author: Britta

Series: VOY

Codes: C/P

Rating: R

Archive: Fine with me, just tell me where.

Disclaimer: Someone else owns these folks. I just let them do whatever they want. Money being made? You have got to be kidding. It's a labor of love--theirs. May contain m/m sex, if you don't
like, take a hike.

Stonewall Anniversary
by Britta

"I won't wear leather, Tom, real or replicated." Chakotay's voice held a level of intractability that would not be budged.

Tom waved the clothes in front of Chakotay's nose and snapped, "It's vinyl. Nothing died to provide you with these. Now, will you please put them on?"

Chakotay stared at the tangle of material uncertainly. "They're all black."

Tom snorted. "Yes, they are."

"It's weird."

"No! It's not! It's macho and sexy!"

"Macho?"

Tom sank down on the bed, took his head in his hands, and groaned. God, he had the booze, the food, and even the holodeck covered for a few hours. Was Chakotay going to be the only stumbling block to the party?

"Tom?"

"What?" He looked up to see Chakotay wearing the costume, and gasped.

"People can see my butt." Chakotay's voice was at its most neutral, as if he were talking someone down from an alien drug overdose.

Wetting his lips with his tongue, Tom answered, "Yeah.... Uh, I think we'd better change your outfit, at least from the waist down." Alone, the black straps wrapping tightly around his lover's
torso made Tom's mouth water.

"So, you don't want me to wear the chaps?" Chakotay's voice insinuated itself into Tom's mind like a snake slithering across warm rocks as he turned around to be inspected.

Tom jerked back to reality and shook his head. He wasn't sure what he wanted any more. A few moments passed, and Chakotay leaned down to look at him closely. Tom breathed in the scent of his man and grounded himself enough to say, "Not in public. Let's save them for when I want to pretend you're a cowboy or something."

Chakotay's velvet voice continued its passage through Tom's brain and down to his dick as it inquired, "If I play cowboy for you, will you ride me?"

"Yeah. Not only that, I'll lick your ass, which is what I'm afraid everyone else will want to do if you wear those tonight." Tom clutched Chakotay's thighs and moved him closer. "Wanna stay home with me instead of going out?"

Chakotay pulled away, saying, "It was your idea for the party. People might become annoyed if you don't show up."

"Fuck!" Tom got to his feet and went to the replicator. Furiously punching the buttons, he mumbled, "Thank god for plan B," glad he'd planned for this eventuality. He hadn't known for sure how sexy Chakotay would look all decked out like that.

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Chakotay hid his amusement as he watched Tom spend even more rations on another outfit for him to wear. He wouldn't have minded going bare if it made Tom happy, but Tom didn't know that.

Tom handed him a new set of clothes, then replicated his own costume. Chakotay had trouble sorting everything out, since the heap of yet more black vinyl was topped by a black-haired, Xena-like wig, with a lot of metallic stuff underneath. He said, "Are you sure you want me to wear all this hardware?"

"Trust me, Chakotay. I'd rather you were seen in public wearing this instead of that." Tom pointed to the fabric barely covering Chakotay's body.

Chakotay grinned, then said, "I'll put the chaps, and the rest, in the closet and change into these while you shower and dress, okay?"

Tom kissed him and murmured, "No underwear, Chakotay. Promise?"

"I promise." Chakotay watched Tom disappear into the bathroom and smiled at the thought of the upcoming party which would celebrate Gay Pride Month--and in particular the anniversary of something called Stonewall--which he planned on getting a detailed explanation of very soon.

Several minutes later, while he was still struggling with the costume Tom had given him, his lover walked out of the bathroom wearing a very tight, short skirt, a tiny bilious-green top, and
long, blond hair. Chakotay's eyes searched for any sign of Tom's chest hair, but it was gone. Spirits, Tom must have used a depilatory in the shower. This was going to be an interesting
evening, he decided, especially since he couldn't tell if Tom was wearing anything under his skirt.

Uh oh, it finally dawned on him that they would both be attending the celebration in drag. He didn't know which costume would be worse for trying to maintain his authority. Damn. He sighed and recalled his agreeing to go because Tom had told him it was an important holiday. Oh well, if it got too weird, he could always leave.

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The holodeck was crowded with off-duty personnel. Tuvok had the Bridge, and many of the usually on-duty crew had traded shifts with people who couldn't relate to this celebration.

Tom looked around and was thrilled to see Harry and B'Elanna in their period costumes standing next to the captain, who was also doing her best to play along. He nudged Chakotay gently and said, "See? The captain's got the spirit of things. I haven't seen a suit like that since the movies of the 1940s. She looks great, doesn't she?"

Chakotay grunted and kept his head down.

Tom heard his lover's metal pieces jangling and looked over to see him trying to adjust his breastplates. He reached out a hand to help, but it was pushed away. Chakotay put one hand on Tom's shoulder while the other tugged at a long, dark tress that kept falling over his eyes.

The scowl that crossed Chakotay's face every time he took a step made Tom wonder if he would have been better off letting Chakotay wear the other outfit.

Before too long, everyone had sampled the punch Neelix had brought, and were starting to dance. Tom made sure Chakotay wouldn't rattle too much by relieving him of his sword, various daggers, and that round thing he'd found in the database. Why he'd chosen these particular characters to emulate he wasn't sure, but he liked them, and their twentieth century television show. Tom handed Chakotay's arsenal over to B'Elanna who inspected every item curiously. Then he pulled his lover out onto the dance floor and began twirling them around to the heavy beat.

"Tom, stop it!"

"Why?" Tom had ingested no less than three glasses of spiked punch and was in no mood to slow down.

"My skirt is flying up every time you do that," snapped Chakotay.

"So what?"

Chakotay leaned close to Tom's ear and stated, "Everyone can see my ass, not to mention other things, since you made me promise not to wear shorts."

"Oh god!" Tom halted instantly. "I forgot. I'm sorry, Chakotay."

"Just keep it down to a civilized pace if you ever want me to do this again."

Feeling like an idiot, Tom blushed and quickly scanned the room to see if anyone had been watching. "Will do." From that point on, regardless of the music, he and Chakotay slow-danced.

A few hours later, when the evening drew to a close, everyone appeared to have had a good time and Tom was proud of himself. As he stood by the door waiting for Chakotay to collect his accessories, people filed by and many of them stopped momentarily to whisper in his ear. By the time Chakotay returned, his face was beet-red.

Of course, Chakotay noticed and calmly asked, "Is something wrong? Are people complaining about the punch?"

Tom shook his head, remaining mute as Torres and Janeway approached with feral grins on their faces. Shit, please don't let them tease.

The women stood close to Chakotay and looked him up and down. Tom tried to think of something to say, but all the complimentary, and even embarrassing comments, he'd been given about Chakotay's normally hidden assets overloaded his brain. How could he keep Chakotay from finding out that people had seen?

Chakotay smiled affably at the captain and engineer, then politely inquired, "Did you both have a good time tonight?"

"I know I did," Torres purred.

Tom's face heated up all over again at B'Elanna's tone of voice. He watched her hand rub across her breasts on its way to pat Chakotay's shoulder.

Janeway nodded in agreement, allowing a half-smile, as Tom's guts twisted into a knot. The captain turned her gaze to Chakotay and said dryly, "I did, too. And I really enjoyed the display of your 'personal weapons', Commander."

THE END