5 Times Pavel Loved
Title: 5 Times Pavel Loved
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/Chekov
Summary: Five times Pavel loved and one time his love was returned
Author's note: My first "5 times + 1" fic. It turned out a little shorter than I would have liked, but I think it got across its point. :)
Pavel’s grandmother gave him Baba when he was only a baby. Pavel couldn’t sleep without him, and took him to the Academy and on to the Enterprise (though he kept Baba’s presence a secret in both cases for fear of never finding a lover). He’d sucked and chewed on the stuffed rabbit’s lopsided ears during his teething stage, and Baba always made him feel better when he was sick, sad, or scared. But Baba was not alive, and could not return his embraces.
Tomka was a grey tabby cat. She’d taken to him almost instantly, and more strongly than to anyone else in his family. Leaving her when he left for the academy had been hell; he’d known he’d miss her more than he’d miss anyone else in his family (Tomka was his cat, after all), but worse was the knowledge that she’d probably miss him a short time before getting over him.
The first time Pavel fell in love with another boy, he was thirteen. He’d begun tutoring the other boy in math, and a strong friendship developed. It was more than just friendship, though-at least, on Pavel’s side. This was different from anything he’d ever experienced (the closest he’d come was with Tomka, but he couldn’t communicate with her). This was more like a connection, a link between two minds and two souls. But the other boy didn’t feel the same way, as he’d gently told Pavel.
Things could get lonely at the Academy, and Pavel decided he needed a pet. He bought a green parakeet from the nearest pet store and cared for it as best as possible. He’d bought the bird for simple companionship; he’d never thought it’d be possible to develop such strong love for the small animal. If only it didn’t try to peck the hell out of him whenever he handled it. He’d had no qualms about leaving the bird behind with a friend when he left on the Enterprise.
Pavel fell in love with a girl for the first time when he was sixteen. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever met, with her wavy red hair, pale skin, and green eyes, and she was smart and sweet to boot. He knew she was out of his league when he started dating her, but instead of wondering what a girl like her was doing with a guy like him, he gave thanks for this wonderful love. He knew she was the one-the one he wanted to marry, the one he wanted to have children with. She left him two months after he gave her his virginity.
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“Dammit! I failed! I have failed!” Pavel cried as he paced the room. He began to curse in his native Russian.
Jim grabbed his distressed lover’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “It’s not your fault.”
“But I had her, and I lost her. I fucked up.” Pavel was scared-scared that Spock would never forgive him, scared that he’d never forgive himself, but most of all, scared that Jim would no longer love him.
Jim took Pavel’s face between his hands. “It’s alright. You’re the most amazing person I’ve met and the fact that you fucked up doesn’t change a damn thing. I’ll talk to Pissypants when the time comes, so don’t worry. Just take care of yourself and I’ll handle this, alright?”
Pavel nodded. This was nothing like he’d imagined it’d be, and it was far from perfect, but he knew that Jim loved him, and that was what mattered.
He kissed Jim and claimed what was his.
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/Chekov
Summary: Five times Pavel loved and one time his love was returned
Author's note: My first "5 times + 1" fic. It turned out a little shorter than I would have liked, but I think it got across its point. :)
Pavel’s grandmother gave him Baba when he was only a baby. Pavel couldn’t sleep without him, and took him to the Academy and on to the Enterprise (though he kept Baba’s presence a secret in both cases for fear of never finding a lover). He’d sucked and chewed on the stuffed rabbit’s lopsided ears during his teething stage, and Baba always made him feel better when he was sick, sad, or scared. But Baba was not alive, and could not return his embraces.
Tomka was a grey tabby cat. She’d taken to him almost instantly, and more strongly than to anyone else in his family. Leaving her when he left for the academy had been hell; he’d known he’d miss her more than he’d miss anyone else in his family (Tomka was his cat, after all), but worse was the knowledge that she’d probably miss him a short time before getting over him.
The first time Pavel fell in love with another boy, he was thirteen. He’d begun tutoring the other boy in math, and a strong friendship developed. It was more than just friendship, though-at least, on Pavel’s side. This was different from anything he’d ever experienced (the closest he’d come was with Tomka, but he couldn’t communicate with her). This was more like a connection, a link between two minds and two souls. But the other boy didn’t feel the same way, as he’d gently told Pavel.
Things could get lonely at the Academy, and Pavel decided he needed a pet. He bought a green parakeet from the nearest pet store and cared for it as best as possible. He’d bought the bird for simple companionship; he’d never thought it’d be possible to develop such strong love for the small animal. If only it didn’t try to peck the hell out of him whenever he handled it. He’d had no qualms about leaving the bird behind with a friend when he left on the Enterprise.
Pavel fell in love with a girl for the first time when he was sixteen. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever met, with her wavy red hair, pale skin, and green eyes, and she was smart and sweet to boot. He knew she was out of his league when he started dating her, but instead of wondering what a girl like her was doing with a guy like him, he gave thanks for this wonderful love. He knew she was the one-the one he wanted to marry, the one he wanted to have children with. She left him two months after he gave her his virginity.
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“Dammit! I failed! I have failed!” Pavel cried as he paced the room. He began to curse in his native Russian.
Jim grabbed his distressed lover’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “It’s not your fault.”
“But I had her, and I lost her. I fucked up.” Pavel was scared-scared that Spock would never forgive him, scared that he’d never forgive himself, but most of all, scared that Jim would no longer love him.
Jim took Pavel’s face between his hands. “It’s alright. You’re the most amazing person I’ve met and the fact that you fucked up doesn’t change a damn thing. I’ll talk to Pissypants when the time comes, so don’t worry. Just take care of yourself and I’ll handle this, alright?”
Pavel nodded. This was nothing like he’d imagined it’d be, and it was far from perfect, but he knew that Jim loved him, and that was what mattered.
He kissed Jim and claimed what was his.