FIC, You’re Just Lucky I Didn’t Call This One “Are You There, God? It’s Me, Pavel Chekov”
Title: You’re Just Lucky I Didn’t Call This One “Are You There, God? It’s Me, Pavel Chekov”
Fandom: Star Trek XI (Reboot)
Rating NC-17
Pairings: It kind of has Chekov/Spock, Kirk/Spock, and Kirk/Spock/Chekov, but really it’s just Chekov/his hand
Summary: Pavel Chekov is a seventeen year old boy, which means he has the vice of all seventeen year old boys: a hyperactive sex drive.
Word Count: 594 words
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would be ordering Chris Pine to make sweet Trekkie manlove to Zachary Quinto right now
Author’s Note: I don’t even know why I’m posting this; shamelessness, probably. Loosely inspired by this prompt on st_xi_kink (and finally written because someone on my flist-I won’t say your username, BB, just in case you don’t want me to-was doing a fic search for something like this).
Pavel Chekov is a seventeen year old boy, which means he has the vice of all seventeen year old boys: a hyperactive sex drive.
Anything is liable to get him hard: the silken flash of Lieutenant Uhura’s thigh; the sly curl of Captain Kirk’s smile; the constellation of stars in unexplored deep space that looks (a little bit, from a certain angle, if you squint and use your imagination) like tits.
The worst offender, though, is Commander Spock.
Commander Spock is a genius (well, everyone’s a genius on Captain Kirk’s ship, including the Captain himself-all of them young and brilliant and spilling over with promise-but Commander Spock’s on another level entirely), which is bad enough on its own, but when you add in his distressingly lovely face and the snug way his slacks hug at the curves of his ass, it’s downright disastrous.
The Commander is stationed almost directly in Pavel’s line of sight: eight hours every day of delicately-pointed ears and velvety speech and pin-neat, unruffled hair, and it’s making Pavel’s dick ache.
Pavel tries to ignore his fascination for the Commander at first, but that doesn’t help any with his problem; he starts spending more time jacking off, thinking about the Commander’s naked skin and how it would feel to kiss him; thinking of spreading the Commander’s ass open for a good look and then sinking his cock into it, making the Commander moan and push back onto Pavel’s cock because he’s just that greedy for it; thinking of licking down the Commander’s chest as the Commander bounces up and down on Pavel’s cock, stern mouth made soft and open.
And then the situation gets worse, because that’s when Pavel finds out there’s porn about the people of the Enterprise.
It was only to be expected, Pavel thinks-the Enterprise crewmembers had received a lot of media attention after they’d saved Earth, after all, meaning they’re widely-recognized, and many of them are uncommonly good-looking-but the USS Enter Prize holovid had shocked Pavel anyway. But he watches it, because he’s seventeen and horny and too curious for his own good.
Pavel realizes five minutes in, during a close-up of fake Captain Kirk drilling his cock into fake Commander Spock’s tiny, lube-slick asshole, that this is possibly not the best idea he’s ever had.
He should turn this off, he thinks. Definitely. It’s inappropriate, and unprofessional, and-well, he’s going to turn it off in just a minute, don’t think he won’t, and delete the file and never think of it again. He will.
And then fake Commander Spock says, “Captain,” (panting, rough-edged) and fake Captain Kirk pulls at fake Commander Spock’s hair and tells him, “Take it, take it, little Vulcan slut, you love my cock, don’t you?”, and just like that, Pavel is coming: is spurting all over himself, surprised.
The next day on the bridge, Pavel can’t stop thinking of the Captain fucking Commander Spock-the Captain would bend the Commander over the console, and the Commander would say how illogical it was but neither of them would really care, and when the Captain pushed into him the Commander would bite at his bottom lip and scrabble at the controls; and maybe they’d let him watch, Pavel thought, or maybe they’d take him to the Captain’s quarters after Alpha shift, and the Captain would screw Commander Spock on all fours while the Commander sucked at Pavel’s dick-
Oh, fuck my life, thought Pavel, cock jutting against the inside of his uniform slacks, and Sulu smirked at him knowingly.
Fandom: Star Trek XI (Reboot)
Rating NC-17
Pairings: It kind of has Chekov/Spock, Kirk/Spock, and Kirk/Spock/Chekov, but really it’s just Chekov/his hand
Summary: Pavel Chekov is a seventeen year old boy, which means he has the vice of all seventeen year old boys: a hyperactive sex drive.
Word Count: 594 words
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would be ordering Chris Pine to make sweet Trekkie manlove to Zachary Quinto right now
Author’s Note: I don’t even know why I’m posting this; shamelessness, probably. Loosely inspired by this prompt on st_xi_kink (and finally written because someone on my flist-I won’t say your username, BB, just in case you don’t want me to-was doing a fic search for something like this).
Pavel Chekov is a seventeen year old boy, which means he has the vice of all seventeen year old boys: a hyperactive sex drive.
Anything is liable to get him hard: the silken flash of Lieutenant Uhura’s thigh; the sly curl of Captain Kirk’s smile; the constellation of stars in unexplored deep space that looks (a little bit, from a certain angle, if you squint and use your imagination) like tits.
The worst offender, though, is Commander Spock.
Commander Spock is a genius (well, everyone’s a genius on Captain Kirk’s ship, including the Captain himself-all of them young and brilliant and spilling over with promise-but Commander Spock’s on another level entirely), which is bad enough on its own, but when you add in his distressingly lovely face and the snug way his slacks hug at the curves of his ass, it’s downright disastrous.
The Commander is stationed almost directly in Pavel’s line of sight: eight hours every day of delicately-pointed ears and velvety speech and pin-neat, unruffled hair, and it’s making Pavel’s dick ache.
Pavel tries to ignore his fascination for the Commander at first, but that doesn’t help any with his problem; he starts spending more time jacking off, thinking about the Commander’s naked skin and how it would feel to kiss him; thinking of spreading the Commander’s ass open for a good look and then sinking his cock into it, making the Commander moan and push back onto Pavel’s cock because he’s just that greedy for it; thinking of licking down the Commander’s chest as the Commander bounces up and down on Pavel’s cock, stern mouth made soft and open.
And then the situation gets worse, because that’s when Pavel finds out there’s porn about the people of the Enterprise.
It was only to be expected, Pavel thinks-the Enterprise crewmembers had received a lot of media attention after they’d saved Earth, after all, meaning they’re widely-recognized, and many of them are uncommonly good-looking-but the USS Enter Prize holovid had shocked Pavel anyway. But he watches it, because he’s seventeen and horny and too curious for his own good.
Pavel realizes five minutes in, during a close-up of fake Captain Kirk drilling his cock into fake Commander Spock’s tiny, lube-slick asshole, that this is possibly not the best idea he’s ever had.
He should turn this off, he thinks. Definitely. It’s inappropriate, and unprofessional, and-well, he’s going to turn it off in just a minute, don’t think he won’t, and delete the file and never think of it again. He will.
And then fake Commander Spock says, “Captain,” (panting, rough-edged) and fake Captain Kirk pulls at fake Commander Spock’s hair and tells him, “Take it, take it, little Vulcan slut, you love my cock, don’t you?”, and just like that, Pavel is coming: is spurting all over himself, surprised.
The next day on the bridge, Pavel can’t stop thinking of the Captain fucking Commander Spock-the Captain would bend the Commander over the console, and the Commander would say how illogical it was but neither of them would really care, and when the Captain pushed into him the Commander would bite at his bottom lip and scrabble at the controls; and maybe they’d let him watch, Pavel thought, or maybe they’d take him to the Captain’s quarters after Alpha shift, and the Captain would screw Commander Spock on all fours while the Commander sucked at Pavel’s dick-
Oh, fuck my life, thought Pavel, cock jutting against the inside of his uniform slacks, and Sulu smirked at him knowingly.