Tom stood, dressed in black leather pants and a black tank top, with his back to the door. "What are you doing here?" Chakotay demanded, surprised to see the blond pilot in his quarters.

"Waiting for you."

"Why were you waiting or me?"

"Well I can't do this if you're not here." Before Chakotay could ask what Tom could do if he was there Tom grabbed him and kissed him passionately. His tongue slid inside Chakotay's mouth, tasting, teasing. Chakotay moaned and pulled Tom deeper into the kiss, revealing in the feel of the younger man's soft lips on his.

A computer alarm jolted him awake. He sat up quickly, startled. "Oh damn." he murmured. He couldn't believe he'd dreamt about Tom Paris like that. He couldn't stand the man. It was just a dream, he told himself C'mon anyone with eyes would find that man attractive. That's all that was. Forget it.

Getting up he began to don his uniform. His door chimed. "Come." he ordered. The door opened, revealing Seska.

"Hello Chakotay, I'm here to see if you want to walk with me to breakfast."

"I'd be happy to."