Kirk/Sulu/Chekov porn
ok so today was a little crappy and therefore I did nothing (at work...) but write filthy porn. D: chlorate will also be interested to know that I was roped into Chick Fil A with the giraffes, more on that shortly >___>
Title: Somebody's Baby
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Kirk/Sulu/Chekov
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6,400
Summary: Based on this kink meme prompt: Kirk, Sulu, and Chekov have been in a threesome relationship for several months. Usually, it is Kirk and/or Sulu in the more active, spotlight roles with Chekov being along for the ride. Finally, Kirk and Sulu voice their desire to bring Chekov in the spotlight.
Notes: Credit goes to emiime for making me appreciate the nickname. ;))
It was all Kirk's idea, but Chekov pretended that it was his, because Sulu wouldn't have agreed to it otherwise, and Chekov loves it more than anything, he needs it. He needs both of them, and Kirk needs Sulu, and though Sulu would die before admitting it, he needs Kirk, too. Chekov can see it when they make their first nervous passes at each other at the start of the evening, Kirk all boastful and grinning wide, Sulu twitching a little before he relaxes into the feeling of Kirk's hot mouth against his neck. Sulu always glances over at Chekov a lot at the beginning, to make sure this is okay, because it's different between Sulu and Chekov; Sulu pressed his whole heart into Chekov's hands very early on, and he wants Chekov to keep it there for him so that Kirk won't get near it. Chekov loves watching Sulu melt into Kirk's hands after his initial hesitation, and he wishes that Sulu could stand across the room and see the way that Kirk gets so soft for him, stroking fingers through Sulu's hair as Sulu sucks his cock, clutching at Sulu's shoulders when Sulu pushes into him, nuzzling at him afterward while Sulu is still too pleasure-stoned to notice. Kirk wouldn't smash Sulu's heart the way Sulu is afraid he would, but Chekov is happy to keep it for him anyway, because when he sees the two of them together he feels lucky to be included at all.
He can tell that something's off when he walks into Kirk's quarters, and his blood goes cold with fear as Sulu and Kirk watch him walk in, measured little smiles on their faces: so this will be the night when they dismiss him. Chekov smiles shakily and sets his PADD down on Kirk's dresser, waiting to have his heart broken. Kirk and Sulu are sitting on the end of the bed, still dressed, and looking more like conspirators than they ever have before.
"C'mere, Pavel," Sulu says, holding his arms for Chekov. Chekov isn't sure he can take this if Sulu holds him while he delivers the bad news, stroking him and making heartfelt apologies. He walks over anyway, touching his hips nervously, glancing back and forth between them.
"Heya, buddy," Kirk says as Chekov curls into Sulu's lap, letting out a shaky breath when Sulu's arms close around him. Kirk scoots closer and scratches his fingers through Chekov's hair while Sulu presses soft kisses to Chekov's jaw.
"What's wrong?" Chekov finally blurts out, unable to stand all this sympathetic petting if it's only going to be the precursor to a regretful goodbye. Sulu and Kirk both burst into laughter, and Chekov blinks rapidly, his eyes burning.
"Nothing's wrong," Sulu says. He repositions Chekov so that he's properly cradled against Sulu's chest, tipped back a bit with Sulu's arm around his shoulders, his knees tucked into Kirk's lap. Kirk slides his arm around Chekov's bent knees and holds Chekov's ass almost entirely in one big hand. Chekov lets out another choppy breath and glances back and forth between them, beginning to relax, though he still doesn't understand what's happening.
"We were just talking about you before you came in," Kirk says. "About how we want to do something special for you." He gives Chekov's ass a squeeze and slides his other arm around Sulu's shoulders. Chekov looks up at Sulu, still afraid that something has gone wrong. They usually only pull Chekov into the mix after they've already driven each other half crazy with blow jobs and lubed fingers.
"You don't have to," Chekov says. Sometimes he comes just from watching them, barely needing to brush his cock with his fingers. They're the strongest men he's ever known, and he loves watching them fall apart for each other, vulnerable and boneless with pleasure.
"We want to, Pavel," Sulu says. He licks Chekov's earlobe into his mouth slowly, and Chekov whines a little, opening his legs for Kirk's hand when he reaches between them. Chekov blushes, uncomfortable with the attention as Kirk and Sulu watch Kirk's hand on Chekov's crotch, massaging Chekov's cock as it begins to stiffen in his pants. Chekov swallows a little whimper and shuts his eyes, turning his face against Sulu's chest.
"Hey," Sulu says, kissing Chekov's forehead. "It's okay. Let it out, baby. You want to moan, go ahead and moan."
"It's --" Chekov's cheeks are on fire, his cock getting so hard and his hips beginning to buck involuntarily as he pushes up against Kirk's hand. "I --"
"It's okay," Sulu whispers. "You're always trying to be such a good boy. You don't have to be good all the time, Pavel. Kirk and me, we like it when you make those naughty little noises."
Chekov groans, opening his legs wider. He's beginning to sweat inside his uniform, his body flushing all over. He cracks his eyes open and peeks up at Sulu, arching back against the comfort of his firm grip while Kirk's touch makes him harder and harder in his pants, the friction driving him crazy already, his breath coming faster. Sulu smiles down at him and strokes his hair.
"God, I want you in my mouth so bad, bud," Kirk says, still rubbing Chekov, harder now, his thumb moving over the trapped heat of Chekov's balls. Chekov draws his eyes shyly up to Kirk's, and goosebumps sail over his skin when he sees the hunger in Kirk's eyes.
"You want Kirk to suck your dick?" Sulu asks softly, soothing, still combing his fingers through Chekov's hair. "Would you like that, Pavel?"
"Da," Chekov says, drawing out the 'ah' in a way that makes Sulu and Kirk laugh. Sulu guides Chekov closer to the center of the bed, Chekov's legs falling open around Kirk, who kneels between them as he begins to unfasten Chekov's uniform pants. Chekov just breathes hard and watches as Kirk pulls out Chekov's cock, almost reverent as he gives it a few firm strokes. Chekov bucks and whines, wanting his pants pulled down further so he can open his legs wider.
"Take his pants off," Sulu says, understanding this. "Underwear, too." Sulu removes Chekov's shirt, and soon he's completely naked between them, his face blazing red as Kirk strokes his hands lazily up the insides of Chekov's legs, Sulu's hands sliding down over Chekov's arms as Chekov leans back against him, the warmth of Sulu's chest on Chekov's bare back a comfort in the midst of all this overwhelming attention.
"What do you want now, Pavel?" Sulu asks. "Go ahead and tell us."
"I --" Chekov tries, but he can't get his voice to work. "I -- I want --"
"Say it, buddy," Kirk says, his mouth hovering so close to the leaking head of Chekov's cock that Chekov can feel his breath there. "What do you want?"
"Please, your mouth, please!" Chekov cries, mortified, but he'll do anything to relieve the aching throb in his dick. Kirk smirks triumphantly and licks one long, fat stripe from the base of Chekov's cock to the tip, making Chekov scream and writhe. Sulu shushes him and holds him steady, playing with Chekov's hard little nipples as Kirk takes him in deep. Chekov moans mindlessly and sinks back against Sulu as that wet heat closes around him; he wants to buck up again and again into Kirk's mouth, but he's always afraid to do what he wants when it comes to Kirk, even in bed, always waiting for permission.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Sulu whispers, still teasing Chekov's nipples with both hands, pinching and rubbing while Chekov shudders in his arms. "You like that?"
"Da, yes, oh, Hikaru, Keptin --"
"Open your eyes," Sulu says, and Chekov obeys instantly, staring down at Kirk as his head bobs slowly on Chekov's cock. "That's right, watch him work on your cock, look at that, the Captain sucking your dick, God, he's taking you in deep, isn't he, baby?"
Chekov moans wordlessly, something like uhhhnguh, his eyes glued to Kirk as Kirk's lips slide around him. Kirk's eyes are closed, his lashes fluttering as if Chekov's cock is the best thing he's ever tasted. It's never been like this before. Chekov is going to explode, not just come but explode, they're going to have to scrape him off the walls.
"You want to fuck your Captain's hot, wet mouth, Pavel?" Sulu's whisper is deep and throaty now, and Chekov can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against the small of Chekov's back. "Go on. Here." Sulu slides his hands down under Chekov's hips and gives them a little push, then another, gently fucking him into Kirk's mouth, Kirk's throat straining around the head of Chekov's dick, and Chekov comes so hard it hurts, screaming and thrashing in Sulu's grip as Kirk swallows it all down.
"Jesus Christ, Sulu," Kirk exhales breathlessly when he's pulled off, laughing a little, and Chekov hears him as if from another room, limp and panting for breath. Sulu rolls out from under Chekov, guiding him down to lie on his back against the mattress.
"You like that?" Sulu mutters, his voice quiet, and Chekov can hear his smirk, the way his voice changes when he's talking to Kirk, who snorts out a laugh. Chekov wrenches his eyes open in time to see them both taking off their shirts. Kirk grabs at Sulu and pulls him in for a hungry kiss that Sulu breaks quickly, leaning down to stretch out along Chekov's side. Kirk follows his lead, pouring himself down around Chekov so that the two of them are closing him in with their bodies, both breathing harshly as they rub their trapped erections against Chekov's thighs, their legs tangling around his and then clamping, pulling him open.
"Oh," Chekov says, every breath a moan. "Oh, oh."
"Mmm, you tasted so good, buddy," Kirk says, pulling Chekov's ear between his teeth, and Sulu gives Kirk's forehead an admonishing tap.
"Let him catch his breath," Sulu says. His expression changes when he looks down at Chekov, and Chekov turns to meet Sulu's soft kisses, pushing his face up against Sulu's cheeks, nuzzling at him like a little boy. He never thought he'd like to be treated like this; when they're on the bridge he gets angry if someone dares to call him 'kid.' But he wants to be their boy, their good boy, or their naughty boy, whatever they want. He's already hard again, squirming, their legs so tight around his. He reaches over to cup Kirk's cheek and pulls his face down close, purring a little when Kirk's stubble scratches against him. Kirk laughs under his breath and gives Chekov's open mouth a lick.
"What do you want, bud?" Kirk asks, his lips moving over Chekov's, one hand sneaking down over his trembling stomach. "How can we make you feel good, hmm?"
"Kiss," Chekov breathes out, and Kirk kisses him deeply, but Chekov laughs against his mouth, shaking his head. "Nyet, no, kiss Hikaru, Keptin, kiss him hard."
Kirk gives Chekov a disbelieving look for just a moment, then glances up at Sulu, looking almost shy before he laughs and leans forward to capture Sulu's mouth. Sulu lets Kirk kiss him for two seconds, then breaks away, looking down at Chekov as if to make sure he's watching.
"Bitch, come here," Kirk says, and Chekov laughs, because he's never heard Kirk call Sulu a bitch before, but based on the look Sulu gives Kirk it isn't the first time. Kirk just smirks at Sulu's irritation and grabs Sulu's face, their lips meeting just over Chekov's head, breath hard and tongues wet as they do as Chekov asked, kissing hard. Chekov can feel the heat of it, and he reaches down to touch himself as he watches. He smiles and sighs and thinks about saying something like, Tell the Keptin how much you like that, Hikaru, tell him how you love it when he kisses you, how much you need it, but he's too nervous to try, so he only reaches over and palms at Sulu's and Kirk's crotches, laughing when they moan into each other's mouths as he massages them there.
"What -- what do you want, baby?" Sulu asks, breathing hard and looking so wrecked by Kirk's kiss, his lips fat and red, eyes half-closed. Chekov is mesmerized by the sight, Kirk still trying to recapture Sulu's lips, Sulu blinking heavily as Kirk licks at the corners of his mouth, and Chekov can't think straight enough to answer the question.
"What do you want?" Sulu asks, reaching between Chekov's open legs to ghost his fingers over Chekov's cock, as if he knows how sensitive it is, how close Chekov already is to coming again. Chekov moans and spreads himself open wider; Sulu knows exactly what he wants.
"Please, to be fucked, I want to be fucked," Chekov says, the fucked coming out so thickly accented that Sulu and Kirk both laugh a little.
"By who?" Kirk asks, his hand closing over Sulu's on Chekov's cock, making Sulu touch him hard, making Chekov shout and arch off the mattress.
"Both, both of you," Chekov says, writhing mindlessly. Their hands go still on his cock, and Chekov opens his eyes, looking back and forth between them. They both seem serious all of a sudden, Sulu looking a little concerned and Kirk licking his lips. Chekov doesn't see why his request should have stilled them; it's not as if they haven't taken turns before, pushing into him again and again until they tell him he's had enough, Chekov begging for more even when he's too sore to stand.
"We were talking about that, baby," Sulu says, the haze of having been well-kissed evaporating in his eyes. "About -- maybe trying that. Maybe."
"Both of us at once," Kirk blurts, as eager as a puppy, and Chekov is so out of it that he just stares up at Kirk blankly for a moment. When the concept fully dawns on him Sulu must see the splinter of fear in his eyes, because he's quickly soothing a hand across Chekov's chest and whispering reassurances in his ear.
"We don't have to," Sulu says, tipping Chekov's chin until their eyes are locked. "It's okay. Just an idea. We'll do whatever you want, that's all, whatever you want."
"What -- I --" Chekov really wishes he could manage a coherent thought, but Kirk has started stroking his cock again. He lets his eyes flutter shut and allows himself to imagine it: both of them inside him at the same time, pulling him open so wide, moving together and then fighting for control, groaning when they rub against each other inside him, oh.
"Da," Chekov says softly, embarrassed by his desire for this even though they were the ones who suggested it. "Da, yes, I want to try."
"Told you," Kirk says, grinning at Sulu, who gives Kirk a look of quiet fury.
"Pavel," Sulu says. He holds Chekov's face in his hand and looks down at him like he's the most delicate thing in the world. "It's okay. I can tell, you're afraid -- hell, I'm afraid, it's too much, I don't want to hurt you."
"If it hurts, we will stop," Chekov says, nodding slowly, struggling to keep his eyes on Sulu's as Kirk sneaks his thumb across the wet head of his cock. "We -- oh -- we will just try."
"Dammit, Kirk, cut it out for a second!" Sulu says, slapping Kirk's hand away. "Let him think!"
"Hikaru." Chekov laughs, closing his eyes and feeling so completely loose-limbed, so helpless to the heaviness of his cock. "Is okay. I promise. I will say so if it hurts me."
"That's right, buddy, you just tell us if you need to stop," Kirk says. He's practically bouncing on his heels already, licking his lips again.
"Pavel -- are you sure?" Sulu asks.
"Yes, da, please, I need you both, oh, please, yes."
"He seems kind of drugged," Sulu says, giving Kirk an accusing look.
"I told you we'd be unleashing a monster as soon as we made him the center of attention," Kirk says, grinning. He pushes a finger into Chekov's mouth, then another, and Chekov sucks at them hungrily, needing so much to be filled.
"Okay." Sulu lets out a nervous breath as if he's the one who's about to be penetrated doubly. "We'll just take it really slow."
"God, look how hard he is," Kirk mutters, giving Chekov a loose, teasing stroke that makes him whine. "He's gonna come as soon as I put my fingers in him. Aren't you, babe?"
"Don't call him babe," Sulu says.
Chekov is incapable of any response except desperate twitches of his hips and pathetic whimpering, and he sighs with relief as Sulu and Kirk take their trousers and underwear off and move down to hold him apart, one of them holding each ankle. Kirk circles Chekov's hole with his wet fingers as Sulu wrangles the lube with his free hand.
"Gonna come for me now, buddy?" Kirk asks as he rubs at Chekov's wrinkled skin, Chekov's hole contracting with need, trying to capture Kirk's finger.
"Keptin, Keptin," Chekov moans, his head rolling about on the mattress, whole body shaking as his orgasm rises and rises toward the surface of his skin, wanting out.
"Ooh, that'll be fun," Kirk says. "Seeing whose name he screams when he comes, when we're both inside him."
"If we even end up doing it," Sulu says, sharply. "Move over, God, can't you see how badly he needs to come?"
Sulu makes it happen in seconds, one lube-slicked finger pushing in fast as his other hand wraps around Chekov's cock. He finds Chekov's prostate and strokes him like he's playing an instrument, pulling on Chekov's cock just as he connects. Chekov cries out and comes everywhere, jellifying in Sulu's grip. God, he loves being handled like this, passed between them, one kind of touch and then another, both of them desperate to make him feel good.
They both lean down to kiss him in the aftermath, their tongues dipping into his wet, open mouth between whispers against his lips. They tell him that he's so sweet and such a good boy -- Sulu -- and ask him if he's ready to be fucked nice and hard -- Kirk. Chekov nods drowsily in response to all of it.
"So who goes in first?" Kirk asks, and Chekov laughs deliriously. Sulu shoves Kirk a little and Kirk shrugs.
"You first," Sulu says to Kirk. He sounds sad about this. Chekov knows Sulu is aching to be inside him; he can see how hard his cock is and knows how bad he needs the tight heat of Chekov's body, but Sulu doesn't want Kirk to be the one making the decisions when Chekov is already impaled on one cock. Kirk doesn't need to be told twice; he's already between Chekov's legs, lining himself up. Chekov turns to look at Sulu, who seems worried. Chekov gives him a dopey smile to calm him down, and Sulu leans down to press his nose to Chekov's jaw. Chekov gasps against Sulu's cheek as Kirk starts to push in.
"Oh -- Jesus Christ he always feels so tight," Kirk says, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he pushes in slow. Chekov moans a little in pain, reaching over to squeeze Sulu's shoulder. Kirk always hurts going in, and it's not just him; he's seen Sulu tense and grimace when he's taking Kirk's cock. The thought makes Chekov's cock twitch back to life.
"Shh, baby, just relax," Sulu says, his voice warm and sweet in Chekov's ear. He rubs Chekov's chest as Kirk sinks in deeper and deeper, straining at the seams of Chekov's body, making Chekov feel like he'll tear in half, his skin on fire. Chekov takes a deep breath and lets it out in a choppy rush, his eyes cracked open just enough to see Sulu's peering back.
"That's good, that's my good boy," Sulu whispers. "Take another breath -- there you go. I know it hurts, baby, just ride it out, just let him stretch you."
Chekov whimpers, certain for a moment that they'll never get Sulu's cock into him, too, not while Kirk is filling him like this. He takes another deep breath and lets it out, then opens his mouth for Sulu's calming kisses, his body throbbing around the pressure of Kirk's cock, which is beginning to feel good, the burn simmering low in Chekov's stomach.
"God, fuck, Pavel -- feel so good," Kirk says, moaning, and Chekov smiles, shifting his hips a bit as he settles into the feeling of having Kirk inside him. The look of helpless pleasure on Kirk's face, as if the tightness is going to bring him to tears, makes Chekov's ears buzz.
"That's right," Sulu says, reaching down to touch Chekov's cock as it begins to get hard again. "That feels good, doesn't it? Having his big, thick cock so deep inside you --"
"Ngh, God, Sulu, gonna make me come," Kirk says, tucking his head to his chest as if he can't bear to look at either of them for a moment. Sulu smirks like he's all in favor of Kirk blowing his wad to the sound of Sulu's voice. Chekov laughs giddily and shifts down against Kirk, who lifts his head to give Chekov a sloppy grin.
"You want it now, dontcha?" Kirk asks. "Ready for this cock to open you up nice and wide?"
"Yeah," Chekov says, his voice a childish little croak.
"You gonna moan loud enough to make your boyfriend jealous?" Kirk asks. Chekov has always found this odd, that Kirk refers to Sulu as Chekov's boyfriend, as if they belong only to each other, as if neither of them belongs to Kirk. "Gonna make him wish he was in there, make him want to push inside, too?" Kirk looks up at Sulu and smiles in a way that tells Chekov he's about to say something cruel. "Or make him wish it was him I was fucking?"
"Keptin, oh, just, just fuck me now, please." Chekov doesn't like the look on Sulu's face, or on Kirk's, as if for a moment neither of them is thinking about Chekov at all. They turn back to Chekov easily at the sound of his pleading, Kirk lifting Chekov's legs around him and Sulu kissing Chekov's sweaty forehead.
"Do it," Sulu says to Kirk, his voice husky. "Fuck him."
"If you say so." Kirk slides his hands under Chekov's ass cheeks and begins thrusting into him, slow and shallow at first, drinking down Chekov's helpless cries. When Chekov reaches down to touch his cock Sulu takes his hands away and holds them over his head. Chekov whines in protest but doesn't try to fight his way out of Sulu's grip, just gives up control entirely, the burning pressure of Kirk's cock feeling better and better inside him.
"Tell him how good it feels," Sulu says. Chekov can hear him straining to breathe normally as he watches, holding Chekov's hands back tightly.
"S'good, so good," Chekov moans.
"Ahh, yeah," Kirk agrees, starting to fuck Chekov hard, grunting with every sharp snap of his hips.
"Hikaru," Chekov cries, his fingers flexing as Sulu holds his wrists. "Hikaru, ahh, hahhh, Hikaru!"
"What, baby? I'm here, what do you need?"
"Need you -- need you, oh, Hikaru, please."
"He's ready," Kirk announces, going still to keep from finishing, his hands clawed into Chekov's thighs, hard enough to bruise. "God, look at him, he's ready, he wants it."
"Just -- just calm down," Sulu says. Chekov can feel him shaking. His erection must be so painful by now, so hard.
"Tell him what you need," Kirk says to Chekov, giving him a little thrust to punctuate the request. "Tell him you're a bad little boy, a naughty boy who needs another cock up his ass."
"Oh! Yes!" Chekov flails on the bed as if he's sure about this, though he isn't, not even close. All he knows is that he needs more and that he needs Sulu, needs him so bad.
"Shh-shh, okay, baby, okay." Sulu pets Chekov's forehead, sweeping sweaty curls away. He releases Chekov's hands, but Chekov is too out of his mind to even jack his cock now, just lies limply on the mattress until Sulu slips his hands under Chekov's shoulders and begins to lift him up. Chekov and Kirk both groan at the change of angle; Chekov feels so helplessly impaled as Sulu and Kirk hold him up between them, Kirk's cock throbbing hard in his ass.
"Okay," Sulu whispers in Chekov's ear, holding him from behind. Chekov can feel Sulu's heartbeat pounding against his back, and his impossibly hard cock resting against the crack of Chekov's pulled-apart ass. "Just gonna do a finger first." Sulu's voice is all broken up like he already can't handle this, and it's making Chekov nervous, his own heart slamming. Kirk seems to notice this, and he takes Chekov from Sulu's hands, resting Chekov's weight against his chest, letting Chekov's head loll onto his shoulder.
"It's okay, buddy," Kirk says, rubbing one hand down Chekov's trembling back, the other tight around Chekov's waist, keeping him steady. "It's okay, just relax, we've got you, you're alright."
Chekov believes it when his Captain tells him so, and clings to Kirk, burrowing his face against Kirk's neck. Kirk's cock is holding him open at a slightly uncomfortable angle, and for some reason Chekov thinks it will be a relief when Sulu works himself in, a better balance. They all suck in a sharp breath when Sulu's finger starts to work at Chekov's stretched entrance, so slick with lube that he can't get traction until he wipes some off.
"Tell me if it hurts," Sulu says. Chekov just clings hard to Kirk, his eyes pinched shut, Kirk's hand still soothing across his back. "I'm gonna go slow," Sulu says, like they didn't know that already.
At first it just burns, Chekov's hole already raw from being stretched open by Kirk, but Sulu knows how to touch him, what he likes, and it starts to feel good when Sulu's finger slides around his opening, making Chekov squirm a little against Kirk's chest, rubbing his cock against Kirk's firm stomach. Kirk laughs under his breath and it feels so good, Chekov feels so connected to both of them that he can't wait for the feeling to grow more intense, to have both of them inside him.
"It's good, Hikaru," he mumbles onto Kirk's shoulder, knowing that Sulu needs encouraging. "You can push -- push it inside."
"Oh -- God," Sulu says, sighing powerfully. "Okay. Okay."
Chekov swallows down a scream of pain when Sulu slips his finger in, and he knows that Kirk feels it anyway, but Kirk keeps quiet, lets Chekov hold on tight while he adjusts, breathing hard against Kirk's neck.
"That okay?" Kirk asks in a whisper. He kisses Chekov's ear. Chekov doesn't know how to answer.
"Can you feel it?" Chekov whispers, and Kirk nods.
"Yeah," he whispers back. "Feels -- ah -- kinda crazy. Really good."
Chekov nods in agreement and leans back a bit, changing the angle, breathing slow. Sulu presses up against his back again, smoothing one hand down Chekov's left arm.
"How does that feel?" Sulu asks. His voice is shaking so hard; poor Sulu. Chekov leans back against him, slumping onto Sulu's chest, and Kirk scoots forward on his knees. Chekov sighs and opens his eyes slowly. His ass is throbbing, burning, but when Sulu's finger moves ever so slightly, it feels good.
"Another," Chekov says, his head on Sulu's shoulder. "Please."
"Okay. Okay." Sulu slips the second finger in even slower, and Chekov tries not to scream but he can't help it, and it feels good when he lets it tear out of him, loud enough to make the air in the room tremble. Kirk is touching Chekov's cock, fisting him in slow, reassuring strokes. Chekov focuses on his breathing, trying to differentiate the smell of Sulu's skin from Kirk's, but he can't, it's all gotten mixed together.
"Hikaru," Chekov breathes out. "Say -- something. Talk to me."
"Oh -- oh, baby, God, you're -- you --"
"Tell him how bad you want to be inside him," Kirk says. Chekov can feel the burn of their connected gaze over his shoulder. "How much you need it."
"I -- don't -- it's too much, look --"
"Tell me, Hikaru," Chekov says, begging. He wishes he could make his voice stronger. "And -- and -- move your fingers. Fuck me with them."
Sulu groans and scoots closer to Chekov, pressing him against Kirk until he's snug between them. Chekov lets out his breath, circling Kirk's shoulders with his arms while he leans back onto Sulu, pulling Kirk forward.
"Want to be in you so bad," Sulu whispers in Chekov's ear, his voice shaking. "My -- oh -- God, it hurts, I need you." His fingers move a little faster as he speaks, sliding in alongside Kirk's cock, and Chekov can feel the moans that Kirk is holding back as Sulu strokes him.
"Hikaru," Chekov says breathlessly, reaching back to touch Sulu's waist, pulling at him. "Now, Hikaru, please."
"Oh -- Pavel -- just tell me if it hurts, I don't want to hurt you, please."
"You won't hurt me, you won't hurt me." Chekov is delirious, Kirk's hand stroking his cock slowly, up and down, Sulu's fingers inside him, in and out, Kirk's mouth on his neck and Sulu's breath in his hair. When Sulu pulls him open wider, pressing against the opening he's made with the tip of his cock, they all hold their breath, and it's as if the whole ship has gone as silent as the black outside.
"Fuck," Sulu whispers, soft like a little prayer as he starts to push inside, his fingers slipping out, pulling Chekov's ass around the head of his cock, opening him so wide that for a moment Chekov sees white and slumps against Kirk, who coaxes him back to consciousness with a sharp squeeze of his hand around Chekov's cock. Chekov can barely feel it, can only feel Sulu sliding in, burning, stretching, slick against Kirk inside Chekov's body. Chekov twitches between them, dizzy and overheated, their bodies closing around him completely as Sulu finds his way inside, a broken little croak coming from between Sulu's lips, nothing but harsh breathing from Kirk. Chekov is soundless, motionless, still seeing spots of white until Sulu is finally all the way inside, his arms closing around Chekov, Kirk's closing around both of them, holding the three of them together.
"God, Pavel," Sulu moans weakly in Chekov's ear. "God."
"Goddamn," Kirk adds, and Chekov tries to laugh, but it just comes out as a little huff. He reaches down to hold Sulu's tensed thigh in one hand, wrapping his other arm around Kirk's shoulders. They both breathe onto him, their hands moving on him cautiously, petting and stroking, trembling over his skin. Chekov's cock is trapped against Kirk's stomach, but that's okay. He just wants to be held, to throb like a burning star between them while his wide open body pulses and flushes, the pain sinking in slow, making his cock throb on the downbeat.
"Suh-such a good boy," Sulu says, nuzzling at Chekov. "So good."
"Mmm, Pavel," Kirk moans absently. He takes Chekov's shaking hand from his shoulder and kisses his palm before threading their fingers together. Sulu shifts just a bit and Kirk and Chekov gasp.
"Sorry, sorry," Sulu says, his hands soft on Chekov's waist.
"It's okay," Chekov says. His voice is pinched, alien. "T-tell me how it feels, Hikaru. Can you feel him? In-inside?"
"Yeah," Sulu says, the word a heavy groan against Chekov's shoulders. "Yeah -- God -- he's -- it's --"
"It's nice," Kirk says. He strokes Sulu's back, his shoulders, then rubs Chekov's neck. "Feels so nice, ah."
"Mhmm," Chekov says in agreement, wanting them closer, deeper, even now, the burn of having both of them beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach, beginning to feel good. He wants to touch Kirk and Sulu everywhere, and to be touched by both of them, everywhere, all at once. He wants them to move inside him, both of them, to feel each other moving, to feel good because he's pulled so, so tight around them.
"What do you want, baby?" Sulu asks, his arms going tight around Chekov's shoulders, hands netting together behind Kirk's neck. "You need to stop? What do you need?"
"Fuck me," Chekov whispers. He feels like he's in another dimension comprising only Sulu's breath, Kirk's skin, and the incredible tension of being held up like this between them. "Fuck me, both -- both of you, yeah."
Kirk moves first, just slightly, and all three of them groan. Sulu takes his turn, and Chekov can feel the shape of Kirk's cock so distinctly when Sulu slides against it, then the same for Sulu's when Kirk moves. Chekov starts to moan and can't seem to stop, his body going completely limp between them, both of them holding him up, kissing him, grunting in his ears as they fuck him in slow drags.
"Both, both of you," Chekov begs. He whines sharply, his head shaking back and forth, his mind slipping free, momentarily gone. "Both, God, fuh -- yeah."
The last word comes out so deep, in a kind of growl, and Kirk and Sulu respond to it with wild determination, moving faster now, both at once, driving Chekov further out of his mind, bringing sounds out of him that terrify him, noises that seem to belong to someone else. It feels so good, unbelievable, his stretched hole so incredibly sensitive, his cock leaking steadily against Kirk's stomach.
"Oh, ah." Kirk's hands tighten on Pavel's hips. "I -- I --"
"You want the Captain to fuhhh, fill you up with come?" Sulu pants in Chekov's ear, and Chekov nods wildly; he's never wanted anything more. Kirk starts driving in hard, making Chekov and Sulu scream and clutch at him like he's a rocket they're holding onto for dear life, and when Kirk comes Chekov sobs, collapsing onto Sulu as he takes it, Kirk arching backward, groaning up at the ceiling until he's emptied himself completely.
Kirk slides out slowly when he's finished, breathing so hard, and Chekov and Sulu groan. It's a relief at first, but then Chekov feels empty, until Sulu gives him a hard thrust.
"God, you're so wet, so wide open." Sulu is drooling against Chekov's cheek. "Never -- never felt you like this."
"Hikaru," Chekov sobs, incapable of coming up with any other words. Sulu shushes him, soothes him, running his hands over Chekov's sweat-slick chest.
"Quiet, baby," Sulu says, his arms locking tightly around Chekov's waist. "Gonna make you come now."
Kirk just lays on his side and watches as Sulu tilts Chekov forward until he knows he's found the right angle. He slams against Chekov's prostate and Chekov starts crying in earnest, his body a throbbing mess of sensation, Kirk's come leaking out of him as Sulu pounds against that white-hot bundle of nerves. Sulu closes his hand around Chekov's cock and squeezes in one long, smooth pull, milking Chekov's orgasm out while Chekov sobs against the sheets, his face buried in them. He can feel Sulu explode as Chekov's ass contracts around him, his come hot pooling against the cooling mess of Kirk's. Chekov cries and cries and doesn't know what else to do, feeling opened up irretrievably, achy and sated and so overstimulated that he can't settle on a single thought.
"Shhhh." Sulu is hovering over him first, then Kirk, who leans against Chekov's back, running his fingers over it as he presses light kisses to Chekov's neck. Sulu is kissing Chekov's forehead, combing his fingers through Chekov's hair, his other hand on Chekov's hip, stroking him there with just his thumb.
"You're okay, you're alright," Kirk whispers.
"Pavel, God, look at you, fuck, you look so good like this, so sweet, oh." Sulu makes a helpless noise and huddles down next to Chekov, pushing their noses together. Chekov opens his wet, puffy eyes and pulls Sulu closer as Kirk deflates against his back with a sigh.
"Are you okay?" Sulu asks, just mouthing the words, and Chekov nods once, twice, so sleepy he can barely move his head. Sulu's and Kirk's hands are so soft on him now, and he feels hollow without them, but good, worn in, used up, marked, claimed, happy. Sulu kisses his cheeks and Kirk kisses his shoulders. They're both tired, too, but they use the last of their energy to comfort him as he drifts into a deep, helpless sleep.
Chekov wakes up feeling cooler and drier, though the room still reeks of sex. The temperature controls have been adjusted, and a blanket has been draped over him loosely, though he doesn't really need it, even with the chill of the air-conditioning blowing into the room. Sulu and Kirk are still pressed around him, and for a moment Chekov thinks they're sleeping, but then he sees that Sulu's eyes are open, and Kirk is leaning up on one elbow behind Chekov, peering down at Sulu from around Chekov's shoulder.
Kirk's hand is on Sulu's face, his thumb just barely moving on the softest part of Sulu's left cheek, under Sulu's eye, where he had bruises and cuts after Sulu and Kirk returned from the drill over Vulcan. Chekov blinks up at Sulu sleepily, but Sulu doesn't notice, his eyes locked on Kirk's.
"Baby," Kirk whispers, barely audible, and Chekov thinks he's hearing things for a moment, because that's Sulu's name for him. But no, that's what Kirk said, baby, and Sulu's breathing changed just a bit with the word, his eyes going softer at the corners. Chekov shudders and closes his eyes again, waiting to feel jealous, but as he sinks back into sleep he's just glad that Sulu, who is something else for Chekov, is somebody's baby, too.
//
the end.
Title: Somebody's Baby
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Kirk/Sulu/Chekov
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6,400
Summary: Based on this kink meme prompt: Kirk, Sulu, and Chekov have been in a threesome relationship for several months. Usually, it is Kirk and/or Sulu in the more active, spotlight roles with Chekov being along for the ride. Finally, Kirk and Sulu voice their desire to bring Chekov in the spotlight.
Notes: Credit goes to emiime for making me appreciate the nickname. ;))
It was all Kirk's idea, but Chekov pretended that it was his, because Sulu wouldn't have agreed to it otherwise, and Chekov loves it more than anything, he needs it. He needs both of them, and Kirk needs Sulu, and though Sulu would die before admitting it, he needs Kirk, too. Chekov can see it when they make their first nervous passes at each other at the start of the evening, Kirk all boastful and grinning wide, Sulu twitching a little before he relaxes into the feeling of Kirk's hot mouth against his neck. Sulu always glances over at Chekov a lot at the beginning, to make sure this is okay, because it's different between Sulu and Chekov; Sulu pressed his whole heart into Chekov's hands very early on, and he wants Chekov to keep it there for him so that Kirk won't get near it. Chekov loves watching Sulu melt into Kirk's hands after his initial hesitation, and he wishes that Sulu could stand across the room and see the way that Kirk gets so soft for him, stroking fingers through Sulu's hair as Sulu sucks his cock, clutching at Sulu's shoulders when Sulu pushes into him, nuzzling at him afterward while Sulu is still too pleasure-stoned to notice. Kirk wouldn't smash Sulu's heart the way Sulu is afraid he would, but Chekov is happy to keep it for him anyway, because when he sees the two of them together he feels lucky to be included at all.
He can tell that something's off when he walks into Kirk's quarters, and his blood goes cold with fear as Sulu and Kirk watch him walk in, measured little smiles on their faces: so this will be the night when they dismiss him. Chekov smiles shakily and sets his PADD down on Kirk's dresser, waiting to have his heart broken. Kirk and Sulu are sitting on the end of the bed, still dressed, and looking more like conspirators than they ever have before.
"C'mere, Pavel," Sulu says, holding his arms for Chekov. Chekov isn't sure he can take this if Sulu holds him while he delivers the bad news, stroking him and making heartfelt apologies. He walks over anyway, touching his hips nervously, glancing back and forth between them.
"Heya, buddy," Kirk says as Chekov curls into Sulu's lap, letting out a shaky breath when Sulu's arms close around him. Kirk scoots closer and scratches his fingers through Chekov's hair while Sulu presses soft kisses to Chekov's jaw.
"What's wrong?" Chekov finally blurts out, unable to stand all this sympathetic petting if it's only going to be the precursor to a regretful goodbye. Sulu and Kirk both burst into laughter, and Chekov blinks rapidly, his eyes burning.
"Nothing's wrong," Sulu says. He repositions Chekov so that he's properly cradled against Sulu's chest, tipped back a bit with Sulu's arm around his shoulders, his knees tucked into Kirk's lap. Kirk slides his arm around Chekov's bent knees and holds Chekov's ass almost entirely in one big hand. Chekov lets out another choppy breath and glances back and forth between them, beginning to relax, though he still doesn't understand what's happening.
"We were just talking about you before you came in," Kirk says. "About how we want to do something special for you." He gives Chekov's ass a squeeze and slides his other arm around Sulu's shoulders. Chekov looks up at Sulu, still afraid that something has gone wrong. They usually only pull Chekov into the mix after they've already driven each other half crazy with blow jobs and lubed fingers.
"You don't have to," Chekov says. Sometimes he comes just from watching them, barely needing to brush his cock with his fingers. They're the strongest men he's ever known, and he loves watching them fall apart for each other, vulnerable and boneless with pleasure.
"We want to, Pavel," Sulu says. He licks Chekov's earlobe into his mouth slowly, and Chekov whines a little, opening his legs for Kirk's hand when he reaches between them. Chekov blushes, uncomfortable with the attention as Kirk and Sulu watch Kirk's hand on Chekov's crotch, massaging Chekov's cock as it begins to stiffen in his pants. Chekov swallows a little whimper and shuts his eyes, turning his face against Sulu's chest.
"Hey," Sulu says, kissing Chekov's forehead. "It's okay. Let it out, baby. You want to moan, go ahead and moan."
"It's --" Chekov's cheeks are on fire, his cock getting so hard and his hips beginning to buck involuntarily as he pushes up against Kirk's hand. "I --"
"It's okay," Sulu whispers. "You're always trying to be such a good boy. You don't have to be good all the time, Pavel. Kirk and me, we like it when you make those naughty little noises."
Chekov groans, opening his legs wider. He's beginning to sweat inside his uniform, his body flushing all over. He cracks his eyes open and peeks up at Sulu, arching back against the comfort of his firm grip while Kirk's touch makes him harder and harder in his pants, the friction driving him crazy already, his breath coming faster. Sulu smiles down at him and strokes his hair.
"God, I want you in my mouth so bad, bud," Kirk says, still rubbing Chekov, harder now, his thumb moving over the trapped heat of Chekov's balls. Chekov draws his eyes shyly up to Kirk's, and goosebumps sail over his skin when he sees the hunger in Kirk's eyes.
"You want Kirk to suck your dick?" Sulu asks softly, soothing, still combing his fingers through Chekov's hair. "Would you like that, Pavel?"
"Da," Chekov says, drawing out the 'ah' in a way that makes Sulu and Kirk laugh. Sulu guides Chekov closer to the center of the bed, Chekov's legs falling open around Kirk, who kneels between them as he begins to unfasten Chekov's uniform pants. Chekov just breathes hard and watches as Kirk pulls out Chekov's cock, almost reverent as he gives it a few firm strokes. Chekov bucks and whines, wanting his pants pulled down further so he can open his legs wider.
"Take his pants off," Sulu says, understanding this. "Underwear, too." Sulu removes Chekov's shirt, and soon he's completely naked between them, his face blazing red as Kirk strokes his hands lazily up the insides of Chekov's legs, Sulu's hands sliding down over Chekov's arms as Chekov leans back against him, the warmth of Sulu's chest on Chekov's bare back a comfort in the midst of all this overwhelming attention.
"What do you want now, Pavel?" Sulu asks. "Go ahead and tell us."
"I --" Chekov tries, but he can't get his voice to work. "I -- I want --"
"Say it, buddy," Kirk says, his mouth hovering so close to the leaking head of Chekov's cock that Chekov can feel his breath there. "What do you want?"
"Please, your mouth, please!" Chekov cries, mortified, but he'll do anything to relieve the aching throb in his dick. Kirk smirks triumphantly and licks one long, fat stripe from the base of Chekov's cock to the tip, making Chekov scream and writhe. Sulu shushes him and holds him steady, playing with Chekov's hard little nipples as Kirk takes him in deep. Chekov moans mindlessly and sinks back against Sulu as that wet heat closes around him; he wants to buck up again and again into Kirk's mouth, but he's always afraid to do what he wants when it comes to Kirk, even in bed, always waiting for permission.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Sulu whispers, still teasing Chekov's nipples with both hands, pinching and rubbing while Chekov shudders in his arms. "You like that?"
"Da, yes, oh, Hikaru, Keptin --"
"Open your eyes," Sulu says, and Chekov obeys instantly, staring down at Kirk as his head bobs slowly on Chekov's cock. "That's right, watch him work on your cock, look at that, the Captain sucking your dick, God, he's taking you in deep, isn't he, baby?"
Chekov moans wordlessly, something like uhhhnguh, his eyes glued to Kirk as Kirk's lips slide around him. Kirk's eyes are closed, his lashes fluttering as if Chekov's cock is the best thing he's ever tasted. It's never been like this before. Chekov is going to explode, not just come but explode, they're going to have to scrape him off the walls.
"You want to fuck your Captain's hot, wet mouth, Pavel?" Sulu's whisper is deep and throaty now, and Chekov can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against the small of Chekov's back. "Go on. Here." Sulu slides his hands down under Chekov's hips and gives them a little push, then another, gently fucking him into Kirk's mouth, Kirk's throat straining around the head of Chekov's dick, and Chekov comes so hard it hurts, screaming and thrashing in Sulu's grip as Kirk swallows it all down.
"Jesus Christ, Sulu," Kirk exhales breathlessly when he's pulled off, laughing a little, and Chekov hears him as if from another room, limp and panting for breath. Sulu rolls out from under Chekov, guiding him down to lie on his back against the mattress.
"You like that?" Sulu mutters, his voice quiet, and Chekov can hear his smirk, the way his voice changes when he's talking to Kirk, who snorts out a laugh. Chekov wrenches his eyes open in time to see them both taking off their shirts. Kirk grabs at Sulu and pulls him in for a hungry kiss that Sulu breaks quickly, leaning down to stretch out along Chekov's side. Kirk follows his lead, pouring himself down around Chekov so that the two of them are closing him in with their bodies, both breathing harshly as they rub their trapped erections against Chekov's thighs, their legs tangling around his and then clamping, pulling him open.
"Oh," Chekov says, every breath a moan. "Oh, oh."
"Mmm, you tasted so good, buddy," Kirk says, pulling Chekov's ear between his teeth, and Sulu gives Kirk's forehead an admonishing tap.
"Let him catch his breath," Sulu says. His expression changes when he looks down at Chekov, and Chekov turns to meet Sulu's soft kisses, pushing his face up against Sulu's cheeks, nuzzling at him like a little boy. He never thought he'd like to be treated like this; when they're on the bridge he gets angry if someone dares to call him 'kid.' But he wants to be their boy, their good boy, or their naughty boy, whatever they want. He's already hard again, squirming, their legs so tight around his. He reaches over to cup Kirk's cheek and pulls his face down close, purring a little when Kirk's stubble scratches against him. Kirk laughs under his breath and gives Chekov's open mouth a lick.
"What do you want, bud?" Kirk asks, his lips moving over Chekov's, one hand sneaking down over his trembling stomach. "How can we make you feel good, hmm?"
"Kiss," Chekov breathes out, and Kirk kisses him deeply, but Chekov laughs against his mouth, shaking his head. "Nyet, no, kiss Hikaru, Keptin, kiss him hard."
Kirk gives Chekov a disbelieving look for just a moment, then glances up at Sulu, looking almost shy before he laughs and leans forward to capture Sulu's mouth. Sulu lets Kirk kiss him for two seconds, then breaks away, looking down at Chekov as if to make sure he's watching.
"Bitch, come here," Kirk says, and Chekov laughs, because he's never heard Kirk call Sulu a bitch before, but based on the look Sulu gives Kirk it isn't the first time. Kirk just smirks at Sulu's irritation and grabs Sulu's face, their lips meeting just over Chekov's head, breath hard and tongues wet as they do as Chekov asked, kissing hard. Chekov can feel the heat of it, and he reaches down to touch himself as he watches. He smiles and sighs and thinks about saying something like, Tell the Keptin how much you like that, Hikaru, tell him how you love it when he kisses you, how much you need it, but he's too nervous to try, so he only reaches over and palms at Sulu's and Kirk's crotches, laughing when they moan into each other's mouths as he massages them there.
"What -- what do you want, baby?" Sulu asks, breathing hard and looking so wrecked by Kirk's kiss, his lips fat and red, eyes half-closed. Chekov is mesmerized by the sight, Kirk still trying to recapture Sulu's lips, Sulu blinking heavily as Kirk licks at the corners of his mouth, and Chekov can't think straight enough to answer the question.
"What do you want?" Sulu asks, reaching between Chekov's open legs to ghost his fingers over Chekov's cock, as if he knows how sensitive it is, how close Chekov already is to coming again. Chekov moans and spreads himself open wider; Sulu knows exactly what he wants.
"Please, to be fucked, I want to be fucked," Chekov says, the fucked coming out so thickly accented that Sulu and Kirk both laugh a little.
"By who?" Kirk asks, his hand closing over Sulu's on Chekov's cock, making Sulu touch him hard, making Chekov shout and arch off the mattress.
"Both, both of you," Chekov says, writhing mindlessly. Their hands go still on his cock, and Chekov opens his eyes, looking back and forth between them. They both seem serious all of a sudden, Sulu looking a little concerned and Kirk licking his lips. Chekov doesn't see why his request should have stilled them; it's not as if they haven't taken turns before, pushing into him again and again until they tell him he's had enough, Chekov begging for more even when he's too sore to stand.
"We were talking about that, baby," Sulu says, the haze of having been well-kissed evaporating in his eyes. "About -- maybe trying that. Maybe."
"Both of us at once," Kirk blurts, as eager as a puppy, and Chekov is so out of it that he just stares up at Kirk blankly for a moment. When the concept fully dawns on him Sulu must see the splinter of fear in his eyes, because he's quickly soothing a hand across Chekov's chest and whispering reassurances in his ear.
"We don't have to," Sulu says, tipping Chekov's chin until their eyes are locked. "It's okay. Just an idea. We'll do whatever you want, that's all, whatever you want."
"What -- I --" Chekov really wishes he could manage a coherent thought, but Kirk has started stroking his cock again. He lets his eyes flutter shut and allows himself to imagine it: both of them inside him at the same time, pulling him open so wide, moving together and then fighting for control, groaning when they rub against each other inside him, oh.
"Da," Chekov says softly, embarrassed by his desire for this even though they were the ones who suggested it. "Da, yes, I want to try."
"Told you," Kirk says, grinning at Sulu, who gives Kirk a look of quiet fury.
"Pavel," Sulu says. He holds Chekov's face in his hand and looks down at him like he's the most delicate thing in the world. "It's okay. I can tell, you're afraid -- hell, I'm afraid, it's too much, I don't want to hurt you."
"If it hurts, we will stop," Chekov says, nodding slowly, struggling to keep his eyes on Sulu's as Kirk sneaks his thumb across the wet head of his cock. "We -- oh -- we will just try."
"Dammit, Kirk, cut it out for a second!" Sulu says, slapping Kirk's hand away. "Let him think!"
"Hikaru." Chekov laughs, closing his eyes and feeling so completely loose-limbed, so helpless to the heaviness of his cock. "Is okay. I promise. I will say so if it hurts me."
"That's right, buddy, you just tell us if you need to stop," Kirk says. He's practically bouncing on his heels already, licking his lips again.
"Pavel -- are you sure?" Sulu asks.
"Yes, da, please, I need you both, oh, please, yes."
"He seems kind of drugged," Sulu says, giving Kirk an accusing look.
"I told you we'd be unleashing a monster as soon as we made him the center of attention," Kirk says, grinning. He pushes a finger into Chekov's mouth, then another, and Chekov sucks at them hungrily, needing so much to be filled.
"Okay." Sulu lets out a nervous breath as if he's the one who's about to be penetrated doubly. "We'll just take it really slow."
"God, look how hard he is," Kirk mutters, giving Chekov a loose, teasing stroke that makes him whine. "He's gonna come as soon as I put my fingers in him. Aren't you, babe?"
"Don't call him babe," Sulu says.
Chekov is incapable of any response except desperate twitches of his hips and pathetic whimpering, and he sighs with relief as Sulu and Kirk take their trousers and underwear off and move down to hold him apart, one of them holding each ankle. Kirk circles Chekov's hole with his wet fingers as Sulu wrangles the lube with his free hand.
"Gonna come for me now, buddy?" Kirk asks as he rubs at Chekov's wrinkled skin, Chekov's hole contracting with need, trying to capture Kirk's finger.
"Keptin, Keptin," Chekov moans, his head rolling about on the mattress, whole body shaking as his orgasm rises and rises toward the surface of his skin, wanting out.
"Ooh, that'll be fun," Kirk says. "Seeing whose name he screams when he comes, when we're both inside him."
"If we even end up doing it," Sulu says, sharply. "Move over, God, can't you see how badly he needs to come?"
Sulu makes it happen in seconds, one lube-slicked finger pushing in fast as his other hand wraps around Chekov's cock. He finds Chekov's prostate and strokes him like he's playing an instrument, pulling on Chekov's cock just as he connects. Chekov cries out and comes everywhere, jellifying in Sulu's grip. God, he loves being handled like this, passed between them, one kind of touch and then another, both of them desperate to make him feel good.
They both lean down to kiss him in the aftermath, their tongues dipping into his wet, open mouth between whispers against his lips. They tell him that he's so sweet and such a good boy -- Sulu -- and ask him if he's ready to be fucked nice and hard -- Kirk. Chekov nods drowsily in response to all of it.
"So who goes in first?" Kirk asks, and Chekov laughs deliriously. Sulu shoves Kirk a little and Kirk shrugs.
"You first," Sulu says to Kirk. He sounds sad about this. Chekov knows Sulu is aching to be inside him; he can see how hard his cock is and knows how bad he needs the tight heat of Chekov's body, but Sulu doesn't want Kirk to be the one making the decisions when Chekov is already impaled on one cock. Kirk doesn't need to be told twice; he's already between Chekov's legs, lining himself up. Chekov turns to look at Sulu, who seems worried. Chekov gives him a dopey smile to calm him down, and Sulu leans down to press his nose to Chekov's jaw. Chekov gasps against Sulu's cheek as Kirk starts to push in.
"Oh -- Jesus Christ he always feels so tight," Kirk says, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he pushes in slow. Chekov moans a little in pain, reaching over to squeeze Sulu's shoulder. Kirk always hurts going in, and it's not just him; he's seen Sulu tense and grimace when he's taking Kirk's cock. The thought makes Chekov's cock twitch back to life.
"Shh, baby, just relax," Sulu says, his voice warm and sweet in Chekov's ear. He rubs Chekov's chest as Kirk sinks in deeper and deeper, straining at the seams of Chekov's body, making Chekov feel like he'll tear in half, his skin on fire. Chekov takes a deep breath and lets it out in a choppy rush, his eyes cracked open just enough to see Sulu's peering back.
"That's good, that's my good boy," Sulu whispers. "Take another breath -- there you go. I know it hurts, baby, just ride it out, just let him stretch you."
Chekov whimpers, certain for a moment that they'll never get Sulu's cock into him, too, not while Kirk is filling him like this. He takes another deep breath and lets it out, then opens his mouth for Sulu's calming kisses, his body throbbing around the pressure of Kirk's cock, which is beginning to feel good, the burn simmering low in Chekov's stomach.
"God, fuck, Pavel -- feel so good," Kirk says, moaning, and Chekov smiles, shifting his hips a bit as he settles into the feeling of having Kirk inside him. The look of helpless pleasure on Kirk's face, as if the tightness is going to bring him to tears, makes Chekov's ears buzz.
"That's right," Sulu says, reaching down to touch Chekov's cock as it begins to get hard again. "That feels good, doesn't it? Having his big, thick cock so deep inside you --"
"Ngh, God, Sulu, gonna make me come," Kirk says, tucking his head to his chest as if he can't bear to look at either of them for a moment. Sulu smirks like he's all in favor of Kirk blowing his wad to the sound of Sulu's voice. Chekov laughs giddily and shifts down against Kirk, who lifts his head to give Chekov a sloppy grin.
"You want it now, dontcha?" Kirk asks. "Ready for this cock to open you up nice and wide?"
"Yeah," Chekov says, his voice a childish little croak.
"You gonna moan loud enough to make your boyfriend jealous?" Kirk asks. Chekov has always found this odd, that Kirk refers to Sulu as Chekov's boyfriend, as if they belong only to each other, as if neither of them belongs to Kirk. "Gonna make him wish he was in there, make him want to push inside, too?" Kirk looks up at Sulu and smiles in a way that tells Chekov he's about to say something cruel. "Or make him wish it was him I was fucking?"
"Keptin, oh, just, just fuck me now, please." Chekov doesn't like the look on Sulu's face, or on Kirk's, as if for a moment neither of them is thinking about Chekov at all. They turn back to Chekov easily at the sound of his pleading, Kirk lifting Chekov's legs around him and Sulu kissing Chekov's sweaty forehead.
"Do it," Sulu says to Kirk, his voice husky. "Fuck him."
"If you say so." Kirk slides his hands under Chekov's ass cheeks and begins thrusting into him, slow and shallow at first, drinking down Chekov's helpless cries. When Chekov reaches down to touch his cock Sulu takes his hands away and holds them over his head. Chekov whines in protest but doesn't try to fight his way out of Sulu's grip, just gives up control entirely, the burning pressure of Kirk's cock feeling better and better inside him.
"Tell him how good it feels," Sulu says. Chekov can hear him straining to breathe normally as he watches, holding Chekov's hands back tightly.
"S'good, so good," Chekov moans.
"Ahh, yeah," Kirk agrees, starting to fuck Chekov hard, grunting with every sharp snap of his hips.
"Hikaru," Chekov cries, his fingers flexing as Sulu holds his wrists. "Hikaru, ahh, hahhh, Hikaru!"
"What, baby? I'm here, what do you need?"
"Need you -- need you, oh, Hikaru, please."
"He's ready," Kirk announces, going still to keep from finishing, his hands clawed into Chekov's thighs, hard enough to bruise. "God, look at him, he's ready, he wants it."
"Just -- just calm down," Sulu says. Chekov can feel him shaking. His erection must be so painful by now, so hard.
"Tell him what you need," Kirk says to Chekov, giving him a little thrust to punctuate the request. "Tell him you're a bad little boy, a naughty boy who needs another cock up his ass."
"Oh! Yes!" Chekov flails on the bed as if he's sure about this, though he isn't, not even close. All he knows is that he needs more and that he needs Sulu, needs him so bad.
"Shh-shh, okay, baby, okay." Sulu pets Chekov's forehead, sweeping sweaty curls away. He releases Chekov's hands, but Chekov is too out of his mind to even jack his cock now, just lies limply on the mattress until Sulu slips his hands under Chekov's shoulders and begins to lift him up. Chekov and Kirk both groan at the change of angle; Chekov feels so helplessly impaled as Sulu and Kirk hold him up between them, Kirk's cock throbbing hard in his ass.
"Okay," Sulu whispers in Chekov's ear, holding him from behind. Chekov can feel Sulu's heartbeat pounding against his back, and his impossibly hard cock resting against the crack of Chekov's pulled-apart ass. "Just gonna do a finger first." Sulu's voice is all broken up like he already can't handle this, and it's making Chekov nervous, his own heart slamming. Kirk seems to notice this, and he takes Chekov from Sulu's hands, resting Chekov's weight against his chest, letting Chekov's head loll onto his shoulder.
"It's okay, buddy," Kirk says, rubbing one hand down Chekov's trembling back, the other tight around Chekov's waist, keeping him steady. "It's okay, just relax, we've got you, you're alright."
Chekov believes it when his Captain tells him so, and clings to Kirk, burrowing his face against Kirk's neck. Kirk's cock is holding him open at a slightly uncomfortable angle, and for some reason Chekov thinks it will be a relief when Sulu works himself in, a better balance. They all suck in a sharp breath when Sulu's finger starts to work at Chekov's stretched entrance, so slick with lube that he can't get traction until he wipes some off.
"Tell me if it hurts," Sulu says. Chekov just clings hard to Kirk, his eyes pinched shut, Kirk's hand still soothing across his back. "I'm gonna go slow," Sulu says, like they didn't know that already.
At first it just burns, Chekov's hole already raw from being stretched open by Kirk, but Sulu knows how to touch him, what he likes, and it starts to feel good when Sulu's finger slides around his opening, making Chekov squirm a little against Kirk's chest, rubbing his cock against Kirk's firm stomach. Kirk laughs under his breath and it feels so good, Chekov feels so connected to both of them that he can't wait for the feeling to grow more intense, to have both of them inside him.
"It's good, Hikaru," he mumbles onto Kirk's shoulder, knowing that Sulu needs encouraging. "You can push -- push it inside."
"Oh -- God," Sulu says, sighing powerfully. "Okay. Okay."
Chekov swallows down a scream of pain when Sulu slips his finger in, and he knows that Kirk feels it anyway, but Kirk keeps quiet, lets Chekov hold on tight while he adjusts, breathing hard against Kirk's neck.
"That okay?" Kirk asks in a whisper. He kisses Chekov's ear. Chekov doesn't know how to answer.
"Can you feel it?" Chekov whispers, and Kirk nods.
"Yeah," he whispers back. "Feels -- ah -- kinda crazy. Really good."
Chekov nods in agreement and leans back a bit, changing the angle, breathing slow. Sulu presses up against his back again, smoothing one hand down Chekov's left arm.
"How does that feel?" Sulu asks. His voice is shaking so hard; poor Sulu. Chekov leans back against him, slumping onto Sulu's chest, and Kirk scoots forward on his knees. Chekov sighs and opens his eyes slowly. His ass is throbbing, burning, but when Sulu's finger moves ever so slightly, it feels good.
"Another," Chekov says, his head on Sulu's shoulder. "Please."
"Okay. Okay." Sulu slips the second finger in even slower, and Chekov tries not to scream but he can't help it, and it feels good when he lets it tear out of him, loud enough to make the air in the room tremble. Kirk is touching Chekov's cock, fisting him in slow, reassuring strokes. Chekov focuses on his breathing, trying to differentiate the smell of Sulu's skin from Kirk's, but he can't, it's all gotten mixed together.
"Hikaru," Chekov breathes out. "Say -- something. Talk to me."
"Oh -- oh, baby, God, you're -- you --"
"Tell him how bad you want to be inside him," Kirk says. Chekov can feel the burn of their connected gaze over his shoulder. "How much you need it."
"I -- don't -- it's too much, look --"
"Tell me, Hikaru," Chekov says, begging. He wishes he could make his voice stronger. "And -- and -- move your fingers. Fuck me with them."
Sulu groans and scoots closer to Chekov, pressing him against Kirk until he's snug between them. Chekov lets out his breath, circling Kirk's shoulders with his arms while he leans back onto Sulu, pulling Kirk forward.
"Want to be in you so bad," Sulu whispers in Chekov's ear, his voice shaking. "My -- oh -- God, it hurts, I need you." His fingers move a little faster as he speaks, sliding in alongside Kirk's cock, and Chekov can feel the moans that Kirk is holding back as Sulu strokes him.
"Hikaru," Chekov says breathlessly, reaching back to touch Sulu's waist, pulling at him. "Now, Hikaru, please."
"Oh -- Pavel -- just tell me if it hurts, I don't want to hurt you, please."
"You won't hurt me, you won't hurt me." Chekov is delirious, Kirk's hand stroking his cock slowly, up and down, Sulu's fingers inside him, in and out, Kirk's mouth on his neck and Sulu's breath in his hair. When Sulu pulls him open wider, pressing against the opening he's made with the tip of his cock, they all hold their breath, and it's as if the whole ship has gone as silent as the black outside.
"Fuck," Sulu whispers, soft like a little prayer as he starts to push inside, his fingers slipping out, pulling Chekov's ass around the head of his cock, opening him so wide that for a moment Chekov sees white and slumps against Kirk, who coaxes him back to consciousness with a sharp squeeze of his hand around Chekov's cock. Chekov can barely feel it, can only feel Sulu sliding in, burning, stretching, slick against Kirk inside Chekov's body. Chekov twitches between them, dizzy and overheated, their bodies closing around him completely as Sulu finds his way inside, a broken little croak coming from between Sulu's lips, nothing but harsh breathing from Kirk. Chekov is soundless, motionless, still seeing spots of white until Sulu is finally all the way inside, his arms closing around Chekov, Kirk's closing around both of them, holding the three of them together.
"God, Pavel," Sulu moans weakly in Chekov's ear. "God."
"Goddamn," Kirk adds, and Chekov tries to laugh, but it just comes out as a little huff. He reaches down to hold Sulu's tensed thigh in one hand, wrapping his other arm around Kirk's shoulders. They both breathe onto him, their hands moving on him cautiously, petting and stroking, trembling over his skin. Chekov's cock is trapped against Kirk's stomach, but that's okay. He just wants to be held, to throb like a burning star between them while his wide open body pulses and flushes, the pain sinking in slow, making his cock throb on the downbeat.
"Suh-such a good boy," Sulu says, nuzzling at Chekov. "So good."
"Mmm, Pavel," Kirk moans absently. He takes Chekov's shaking hand from his shoulder and kisses his palm before threading their fingers together. Sulu shifts just a bit and Kirk and Chekov gasp.
"Sorry, sorry," Sulu says, his hands soft on Chekov's waist.
"It's okay," Chekov says. His voice is pinched, alien. "T-tell me how it feels, Hikaru. Can you feel him? In-inside?"
"Yeah," Sulu says, the word a heavy groan against Chekov's shoulders. "Yeah -- God -- he's -- it's --"
"It's nice," Kirk says. He strokes Sulu's back, his shoulders, then rubs Chekov's neck. "Feels so nice, ah."
"Mhmm," Chekov says in agreement, wanting them closer, deeper, even now, the burn of having both of them beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach, beginning to feel good. He wants to touch Kirk and Sulu everywhere, and to be touched by both of them, everywhere, all at once. He wants them to move inside him, both of them, to feel each other moving, to feel good because he's pulled so, so tight around them.
"What do you want, baby?" Sulu asks, his arms going tight around Chekov's shoulders, hands netting together behind Kirk's neck. "You need to stop? What do you need?"
"Fuck me," Chekov whispers. He feels like he's in another dimension comprising only Sulu's breath, Kirk's skin, and the incredible tension of being held up like this between them. "Fuck me, both -- both of you, yeah."
Kirk moves first, just slightly, and all three of them groan. Sulu takes his turn, and Chekov can feel the shape of Kirk's cock so distinctly when Sulu slides against it, then the same for Sulu's when Kirk moves. Chekov starts to moan and can't seem to stop, his body going completely limp between them, both of them holding him up, kissing him, grunting in his ears as they fuck him in slow drags.
"Both, both of you," Chekov begs. He whines sharply, his head shaking back and forth, his mind slipping free, momentarily gone. "Both, God, fuh -- yeah."
The last word comes out so deep, in a kind of growl, and Kirk and Sulu respond to it with wild determination, moving faster now, both at once, driving Chekov further out of his mind, bringing sounds out of him that terrify him, noises that seem to belong to someone else. It feels so good, unbelievable, his stretched hole so incredibly sensitive, his cock leaking steadily against Kirk's stomach.
"Oh, ah." Kirk's hands tighten on Pavel's hips. "I -- I --"
"You want the Captain to fuhhh, fill you up with come?" Sulu pants in Chekov's ear, and Chekov nods wildly; he's never wanted anything more. Kirk starts driving in hard, making Chekov and Sulu scream and clutch at him like he's a rocket they're holding onto for dear life, and when Kirk comes Chekov sobs, collapsing onto Sulu as he takes it, Kirk arching backward, groaning up at the ceiling until he's emptied himself completely.
Kirk slides out slowly when he's finished, breathing so hard, and Chekov and Sulu groan. It's a relief at first, but then Chekov feels empty, until Sulu gives him a hard thrust.
"God, you're so wet, so wide open." Sulu is drooling against Chekov's cheek. "Never -- never felt you like this."
"Hikaru," Chekov sobs, incapable of coming up with any other words. Sulu shushes him, soothes him, running his hands over Chekov's sweat-slick chest.
"Quiet, baby," Sulu says, his arms locking tightly around Chekov's waist. "Gonna make you come now."
Kirk just lays on his side and watches as Sulu tilts Chekov forward until he knows he's found the right angle. He slams against Chekov's prostate and Chekov starts crying in earnest, his body a throbbing mess of sensation, Kirk's come leaking out of him as Sulu pounds against that white-hot bundle of nerves. Sulu closes his hand around Chekov's cock and squeezes in one long, smooth pull, milking Chekov's orgasm out while Chekov sobs against the sheets, his face buried in them. He can feel Sulu explode as Chekov's ass contracts around him, his come hot pooling against the cooling mess of Kirk's. Chekov cries and cries and doesn't know what else to do, feeling opened up irretrievably, achy and sated and so overstimulated that he can't settle on a single thought.
"Shhhh." Sulu is hovering over him first, then Kirk, who leans against Chekov's back, running his fingers over it as he presses light kisses to Chekov's neck. Sulu is kissing Chekov's forehead, combing his fingers through Chekov's hair, his other hand on Chekov's hip, stroking him there with just his thumb.
"You're okay, you're alright," Kirk whispers.
"Pavel, God, look at you, fuck, you look so good like this, so sweet, oh." Sulu makes a helpless noise and huddles down next to Chekov, pushing their noses together. Chekov opens his wet, puffy eyes and pulls Sulu closer as Kirk deflates against his back with a sigh.
"Are you okay?" Sulu asks, just mouthing the words, and Chekov nods once, twice, so sleepy he can barely move his head. Sulu's and Kirk's hands are so soft on him now, and he feels hollow without them, but good, worn in, used up, marked, claimed, happy. Sulu kisses his cheeks and Kirk kisses his shoulders. They're both tired, too, but they use the last of their energy to comfort him as he drifts into a deep, helpless sleep.
Chekov wakes up feeling cooler and drier, though the room still reeks of sex. The temperature controls have been adjusted, and a blanket has been draped over him loosely, though he doesn't really need it, even with the chill of the air-conditioning blowing into the room. Sulu and Kirk are still pressed around him, and for a moment Chekov thinks they're sleeping, but then he sees that Sulu's eyes are open, and Kirk is leaning up on one elbow behind Chekov, peering down at Sulu from around Chekov's shoulder.
Kirk's hand is on Sulu's face, his thumb just barely moving on the softest part of Sulu's left cheek, under Sulu's eye, where he had bruises and cuts after Sulu and Kirk returned from the drill over Vulcan. Chekov blinks up at Sulu sleepily, but Sulu doesn't notice, his eyes locked on Kirk's.
"Baby," Kirk whispers, barely audible, and Chekov thinks he's hearing things for a moment, because that's Sulu's name for him. But no, that's what Kirk said, baby, and Sulu's breathing changed just a bit with the word, his eyes going softer at the corners. Chekov shudders and closes his eyes again, waiting to feel jealous, but as he sinks back into sleep he's just glad that Sulu, who is something else for Chekov, is somebody's baby, too.
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the end.