Author's note: This is the first slash story I ever wrote, and it was published to the ASCEML list way back in 2000. It has its faults (some of them cringe-worthy) but I'm still rather fond of it. There will be some fairly graphic stuff later - I'll warn for those chapters.

Disclaimer: These characters and Star Trek Voyager are not mine. I just borrowed them and am not writing for profit.

Turn About - Chapter 1

The shuttle landed, bounced, landed again, slid down a small slope, and came to a stop with a bone-jarring jolt.

On the floor, Tom groaned and sat up. He looked around and spotted a pair of legs protruding from under the co-pilot console. He touched one of the legs and it twitched.

"Commander?" The leg twitched again. "Commander, are you OK?"

"Yeah," came a muffled reply, "just give me a hand getting out from here."

Tom grabbed the other leg and hauled. Once enough of him was out, Chakotay rose to his knees and crawled backwards out of the mess. He emerged, blinking and looking rather disheveled. Both men stood and stared at each other.

"What happened?" Chakotay asked.

"I have no idea," answered Tom. "We were orbiting the moon while waiting for rendezvous with Voyager, next thing we had a complete systems failure, and here we are."

"Total systems failure," stated Chakotay. "I know our shuttles are worn out, but that's ridiculous."

"Well that's what happened," Tom snapped. "I didn't do anything stupid, believe me!"

"Oh I do," Chakotay stated simply; secretly he admired the skill that had allowed Tom to land the shuttle without serious injury to themselves. He peered closely at Tom's head. "You're bleeding."

Tom touched his hand to his forehead and felt blood. "It's just a small cut, it'll stop soon." He flipped open a medical tricorder and scanned them both, relieved at the readings. "We're both fine, but I should tell you that this shuttle is not. We're not going anywhere in this thing, and Voyager is still out of communications range."

"Well," Chakotay replied, "we'd better take a look outside, then."

They popped the rear hatch and exited the shuttle. Tom looked around and groaned. The landscape was completely bleak, no sign of vegetation. Dirt and rocks, great, he thought dismally. Why is it always dirt and rocks in these situations, why not a parochial paradise for once?

Chakotay had opened his tricorder and was scanning the area. "No life signs. Wonderful," he enthused sarcastically. "We seem to be at the bottom of a crater and there's no sign of water down here either. We have supplies, but we can't assume that Voyager will be on time. We're going to have to get out of this crater."

Tom looked up at the towering cliff walls surrounding them. He sighed in resignation. I knew it would get better.

"Well let's grab the rations and water, and get going." Chakotay snapped the tricorder shut and moved back onto the shuttle. He re-emerged with a water bag slung over his shoulder and gave a handful of ration bars to Tom. "Stick those in your pockets." Then he turned and headed towards the nearest cliff face. "There's water in this direction."

Tom turned and dejectedly trudged after him.

After two hours of rock climbing, Tom's knees were shaking and he could feel that blisters were forming on his fingers. He looked up at Chakotay ahead of him, still climbing steadily. Gods, he's relentless.

"Commander," he shouted.

Chakotay stopped climbing and looked down over his shoulder at Tom. "What?"

"We need to rest somewhere," Tom replied.

"Well, Ensign, that could be interesting on the side of a cliff."

"Well, Commander, I don't give a damn. Start looking for somewhere."

Chakotay looked at Tom for a long minute. Finally he just said, "OK" and resumed climbing.

Another twenty minutes of climbing, and Tom's mind was in a daze. Suddenly he realized that his face was level with the Commander's foot. Chakotay was standing on a small ledge looking down at him.

"There's a narrow but reasonably deep crevice here that I think we can fit in. We can rest and eat something."

Tom climbed up beside Chakotay and peered doubtfully at the crevice. "You really think we'll both fit in there?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll get in first, I can prop my legs up on either side. You can sit in front, but you'll have to dangle your legs out the front. You should be able to rest your feet on this ledge." Chakotay replied.

Tom was too tired to care anymore. "OK"

Chakotay handed the water bag to Tom and climbed into the crevice. Tom took a drink and handed the bag back to Chakotay. He took a couple of ration bars out of his pocket, tossed them to the Commander and then slid into the crevice. He leaned back into Chakotay and felt the other man's arm come around his waist, holding him in place. This actually isn't too uncomfortable, he thought, rather like sitting in a large, warm armchair.

Chakotay passed him a ration bar and remarked, "We should only rest for one hour; we're still only about half way up and I'm not sure how much light we have."

Chakotay leaned his head back and rested it on the rock wall behind him. He relaxed his arms around Tom slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, and closed his eyes. He gave a slight sigh. The weight of the body pressing against him felt good, in a way assisting to ease his muscles. It's been a long time since I've felt this. He thought back to Riley and then realized something else. He frowned slightly and searched further back into his memories.

It's been even longer since I felt this, with a body like this, harder, muscular... He allowed his thoughts to drift further back into old memories. He felt a swelling in his penis and an erection beginning to grow, pressing forward into the body in front of him. Chakotay opened his eyes, widening them in alarm.

God, god, god, what the hell am I doing?

Tom felt Chakotay tense behind him and wondered. Then he felt the erection pressing into his lower back.

Oh my GOD, his voice screamed in his mind, how embarrassing... for both of us.

Chakotay moved slightly behind him and Tom cringed inwardly as he felt the erection press further into him. Suddenly he smirked, Well, who'd have thought I'd find out like this that the Commander is so very… large. He shifted minutely and then froze when he heard Chakotay give a slight gasp behind him.

Oh god, he thought and then, perversely, felt the need to shift again. He did so and then felt a rush of power when he heard the gasp again and Chakotay's arms tightened slightly around him. And then, he felt in danger and panicked.

"Let's get moving again," he blurted and shot forward out of the crevice and onto the ledge. He moved back, waiting for Chakotay to slide out and take the lead.

Feeling slightly bereft, Chakotay moved forward and stepped out. His erection pressed against the front of his uniform and he hoped it would soon pass.

He was confused. For a moment I thought Tom was... He sensed that Tom had been playing with him and felt a strong surge of anger. Stupid asshole, he thought, couldn't pass up the opportunity to embarrass me even further.

Then he remembered how Tom had tensed in his arms and then lunged forward, breaking abruptly out of his hold and then he knew that Tom had played with fire and then panicked. Chakotay smiled to himself. Huh, he's not so experienced as he makes out!

Two hours later they were still climbing and Tom was in a daze, automatically finding handholds and footholds. Chakotay's voice floated down to him, reassuring him that they were almost at the top.

At the sound of Chakotay's voice, Tom remembered his panic earlier and found his mind dwelling on the soft sound of that gasp and the feeling of the Commander's arms around his waist. He looked up at Chakotay dispassionately and began analyzing what he saw with new eyes, the muscular legs and the firm rounded buttocks. At one point, on a convenient ledge, they had stopped and removed their jackets and turtlenecks, leaving only their undershirts, and Tom now noticed the play of muscles across Chakotay's broad back and the strain of his arms as he hauled himself up the rock face. I always thought he was handsome, but I never really noticed how sexy he is before. I wonder what he's like as a lover, Tom thought idly.

Suddenly, he was confronted with Chakotay's face instead of his feet and a hand reached down, gripping his arm and pulling him up over the edge. They had reached the top of the crater.

As Tom stood upright a blast of dry, furnace hot air buffeted at him. He sank to his knees. "Damn."

"Here." Chakotay handed him the water bag and turned to scan with his tricorder. "I can see some trees over there, and the tricorder says there's water." He looked down at Tom. "I'm afraid we have more exercise but it's only about twenty minutes."

"What about Voyager?" Tom croaked.

"I commed them already, no answer." Chakotay replied. He reached down a hand. "Come on."

As soon as they reached the small waterhole, Chakotay scanned it with his tricorder.

"It's safe to drink." He glanced down at Tom who was sitting on the bank, pulling off his boots. "But it's shallow, no swimming I'm afraid."

"No problem, my feet are the sorest part of me anyway."

Chakotay started to pull his boots off as well. "I know what you mean."

By the time the Commander got to his socks, Tom was already kicking water around on the other side of the waterhole, looking like an overgrown schoolboy. Chakotay watched him for a moment and then smiled. Gods, he felt tired. He sighed; his body was getting too old for all this climbing around. He lay back on the soft grass and closed his eyes for a moment.

Oh blessed parochial paradise. Forty minutes later and Tom was still paddling about in the waterhole. He glanced over at the green bank and noticed that Chakotay was lying on the grass under a tree, asleep.

Tom got out of the water, walked over to the Commander and stood looking down at him. Chakotay was lying sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his head and the other resting on his stomach. Tom studied him from head to toe. No sign of that impressive erection now, he noted. He watched the Commander's chest rise and fall with his breathing, and remembered how it had felt to have that broad chest pressed against his back. Then he realized he was sporting a healthy erection of his own.

Suddenly he felt confused. What is going on in my head? he thought angrily and stomped away, flinging himself on the grass under another tree. Five minutes later he was asleep.

Tom had no idea how long he'd been asleep when he woke up, but he judged by the dimmer light that a fair amount of time had passed. It was cooler, too, and Tom got up and retrieved the rest of his uniform and his boots. After putting them on he sat on a rock and munched on the other half of his ration bar.

Tom glanced over and noticed the Commander still lying on the grass. He couldn't see if Chakotay was still asleep or not so he looked away, and then tried his com badge.

"Paris to Voyager."

He sensed a movement and noticed that Chakotay was sitting up, watching him. Tom smiled "No answer. Here." He tossed a ration bar over. Chakotay caught it and then reached over and grabbed his uniform.

Well, Tom thought, Voyager shouldn't be much longer, I hope. It'll be good to get back and see B'Elanna. After two days away trading at a supply post, and then this disaster of a day, he felt himself dwelling on thoughts of making love to B'Elanna. He leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes, he thought about kissing B'Elanna, running his hands over her body. She really is delicious, and his breathing quickened at the thought.

He heard a noise in front of him and opened his eyes. Chakotay was standing closer to him, looking out over the water. Tom ran his eyes lazily over the Commander's body and suddenly, in his mind it was the Commander who lay under his hands. Tom gasped loudly at the sensations this picture caused in his body, and Chakotay turned towards him in slight alarm.

His gaze lifted and focused on the Commander's mouth; he felt dazed, all attention focused on that perfect shape. I wonder, Tom thought, what it would be like to kiss those lips. In the past, he'd occasionally thought about kissing men, how it would feel, but he'd never actually met a man that had excited his curiosity enough to try it.

Until now, he realized. Tom continued to stare unwaveringly at the Commander's mouth until eventually he realized that the lips were moving.

"Ensign... Ensign Paris... TOM!" Chakotay's voice rose and then as Tom finally met his eyes, softened with concern. "Are you alright?"

Tom shivered and slowly rose to his feet. He stepped closer to the other man and lowered his head slightly, his eyes focusing again on Chakotay's mouth. "Oh yeah" he whispered.

Chakotay frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Voyager to Commander Chakotay."

Tom shivered again as Chakotay looked down to hit his combadge and the moment was gone.

"Chakotay here, Captain."

"Commander, it's a relief to hear your voice. Are you and Ensign Paris OK?"

Chakotay glanced up at Tom, who nodded and answered in a normal voice "We're fine Captain, but I'm afraid the shuttle is a bit of a mess. Are you able to transport us back?"

"Immediately gentlemen, stand by for transport."

The landscape faded and the transporter room emerged around them.

Captain Janeway strode toward the transporter pad, grinning at them both, and laid her hand on Chakotay's arm.

"Well Commander, once again you have reduced one of my shuttles to barely serviceable spare parts."

Chakotay flashed his dimples in Tom's direction. "Hey! It was Tom driving this time."

Tom smirked. "Well Commander, looks like it only needs your presence."

Chakotay smiled at him again and then took the Captain's arm. As they moved out of the room Tom could hear him making his report.

Tom looked around and found he was alone. He sat down on the edge of the transporter pad and rested his head in his hands. He knew B'Elanna or Harry would find him soon, but he needed a moment to clear his head.

He sighed. The relief he felt flooded through his body. Thank God, he thought, the Captain commed before I could make, what?... the third? ... or second? biggest mistake of my life! Gods, after all this time, suddenly I'm trying to kiss Chakotay? What the hell was I thinking? Was I possessed or something?