Mess Hall Discussions
Title: Mess Hall Discussions
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Bones/Chekov, Spock/Kirk
Rating: R
Notes: Written for the prompt, "Kirk and Chekov get into a very in-depth discussion of personal kinks (bonus points if Chekov is a dom). Bones and Spock are very confused."
Bones sat down in the mess hall with a sigh of relief. It had been a rough morning, starting at 5 A.M. ship’s time when some damn fool ensign managed to break his arm. Follow that up with two first-degree burns, a sprained ankle, four broken fingers, and three physicals, and the good doctor was ready for a nice long nap.
He made it through half of his lunch before being interrupted by one of his patients from earlier that day.
“Bones!” the captain exclaimed, plopping into the chair next to him gracelessly. “Thanks for fixing up my hand earlier. Who knew Keenser had such a strong handshake?”
“Anybody who took two seconds to look up his information, that’s who,” Bones grumped, taking another bite of his meatloaf.
Kirk took a huge bite of his chicken. “Yeah, but who has that kind of time? Hey, Spock!”
Bones looked up in time to see the first officer slip into the seat opposite him. “Afternoon,” he mumbled.
“Good afternoon, doctor.”
“I was just thanking Bones for fixing my hand earlier,” Kirk explained around a mouthful of potatoes. “You never know, I might need it later.”
His leer met Spock’s raised eyebrow.
“If you are unwell, perhaps it would be appropriate to abstain from any recreational activities until you are healed.”
“No, I’m fixed. See?” he said, holding up his hand and wiggling his fingers. “Fixed! Bones, tell him I’m fixed!”
“Hello Keptin, Meester Spock. Leonard.”
Bones looked up from his meal into Ensign Chekov’s bright blue eyes. One corner of his mouth lifted in what could be mistaken for a smile of welcome, and he kicked out the chair to his left for him.
“Pull up a chair, Pavel,” he said, while the captain and first officer made noises of greeting.
The young navigator made no attempt to hold back a bright smile and dropped his tray on the table. Sinking into his chair with a boneless grace only the young could manage, he cast his smile around the table with a chipper, “How are you?”
There were a few moments of blessed silence as they ate. McCoy had polished off the last of his meatloaf and started on his sweet potatoes when the quiet was broken.
“Leonard.”
The doctor looked up to see Chekov staring at him intensely. He made a questioning noise around his mouthful of food.
“I vould like to continue our conwersation from earlier.”
McCoy choked. It took several seconds of Kirk pounding him on the back while he coughed until his airway was clear. By then, he’d thought of a proper response. Actually, he’d thought of several.
“No. Not now. Absolutely not. No.”
The young ensign looked hurt, his blue eyes shining in what could only be described as a puppy-dog look. Bones glared back. This was how the last conversation had started, with Pavel sitting on his lap in his quarters, giving him those puppy eyes, and saying wouldn’t he please, please let Pavel tie him up the next time they had sex?
Pavel added a pout to the look. “But, Leonard, you vould like eet so much, I am sure.”
“Not now,” Bones hissed again, but it was too late.
“What? What are you talking about?” Jim looked between the two of them with a knowing little smirk on his face. “What would Bones like?”
“Pavel, don’t -”
“I vas sayingk earlier that I know Leonard vould like bondage, if he vould only try eet.”
“Oh really?” Jim rounded on Bones, his expression so delighted that the doctor was tempted to give him a hypospray to the neck. “And, uh, how exactly did this come up in conversation?”
“I haff tried before, with other people. They haff alvays enjoyed eet. I like doing eet, and I am wery, wery good,” Chekov replied, directing the last part of his statement to Leonard along with another hit of those puppy eyes. “I promise you vould like eet.”
Jim looked thoughtful. “Actually, you probably would, Bonesy. I know I did.”
“You haff tried eet?”
“Oh, yeah. I remember this one time back in the Academy, there was this Andorian girl-”
McCoy groaned loudly and covered his face with his hands. This wasn’t possible, his best friend and his boyfriend couldn’t possibly be discussing how much he would like sex bondage at lunch in the middle of a crowded mess hall. He must be dreaming.
“Jim? Forgive me.” Oh, thank god, it was Spock the uptight Vulcan hobgoblin. He would get them to stop.
“Hmm?”
“Are you referring to the practice of restricting a person’s movement during sexual activity with rope and other equipment?”
McCoy peeked out from between his fingers in time to see Pavel nod happily.
“I admit, I have always been curious to attempt such activity.”
Bones squeezed his eyes shut and sank in his chair as Jim and Pavel began a back and forth explanation of the different types of bondage and equipment. With every new addition to the list, he sank further and further in his seat. By the time they stopped, he was almost horizontal.
“- and that is ze type I think you vould like most, Leonard, and... Vhy are you sitting like that?”
Opening his eyes, McCoy growled, “Because I am trying to turn myself into a Tauren slug worm, why do you think?”
Pavel’s expression fell immediately. “I am embarrassing you?”
“No, Pavel, no!” Bones exclaimed, sitting up so fast it looked like he’d been burned.
“You do not wish to try vith me?” The ensign’s eyes were getting watery.
“Pavel, I never said-”
The teenager’s lower lip trembled. “Then you will try?”
There was a marked pause, and Chekov sniffed, tears threatening to spill.
“Oh, Pavel, don’t - okay, okay, I’ll try. Okay? Just don’t cry, Pavel.”
Chekov gave a tiny, watery smile as he stood up and collected his tray. “Ve vill try tonight, da?”
Bones sighed. “Okay, we’ll try tonight.”
Pavel leaned over and gave the doctor a kiss on the cheek, then grabbed his dishes and said, “I must get back to ze bridge.”
Once the young ensign was gone, Bones looked over to find Jim and Spock both staring at him. The first officer had one eyebrow raised, and the captain had a smug little smirk.
“What?” McCoy demanded.
Jim’s smirk broadened. “Dude, Bones, you just got played.”
McCoy crossed his arms and glared.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Bones/Chekov, Spock/Kirk
Rating: R
Notes: Written for the prompt, "Kirk and Chekov get into a very in-depth discussion of personal kinks (bonus points if Chekov is a dom). Bones and Spock are very confused."
Bones sat down in the mess hall with a sigh of relief. It had been a rough morning, starting at 5 A.M. ship’s time when some damn fool ensign managed to break his arm. Follow that up with two first-degree burns, a sprained ankle, four broken fingers, and three physicals, and the good doctor was ready for a nice long nap.
He made it through half of his lunch before being interrupted by one of his patients from earlier that day.
“Bones!” the captain exclaimed, plopping into the chair next to him gracelessly. “Thanks for fixing up my hand earlier. Who knew Keenser had such a strong handshake?”
“Anybody who took two seconds to look up his information, that’s who,” Bones grumped, taking another bite of his meatloaf.
Kirk took a huge bite of his chicken. “Yeah, but who has that kind of time? Hey, Spock!”
Bones looked up in time to see the first officer slip into the seat opposite him. “Afternoon,” he mumbled.
“Good afternoon, doctor.”
“I was just thanking Bones for fixing my hand earlier,” Kirk explained around a mouthful of potatoes. “You never know, I might need it later.”
His leer met Spock’s raised eyebrow.
“If you are unwell, perhaps it would be appropriate to abstain from any recreational activities until you are healed.”
“No, I’m fixed. See?” he said, holding up his hand and wiggling his fingers. “Fixed! Bones, tell him I’m fixed!”
“Hello Keptin, Meester Spock. Leonard.”
Bones looked up from his meal into Ensign Chekov’s bright blue eyes. One corner of his mouth lifted in what could be mistaken for a smile of welcome, and he kicked out the chair to his left for him.
“Pull up a chair, Pavel,” he said, while the captain and first officer made noises of greeting.
The young navigator made no attempt to hold back a bright smile and dropped his tray on the table. Sinking into his chair with a boneless grace only the young could manage, he cast his smile around the table with a chipper, “How are you?”
There were a few moments of blessed silence as they ate. McCoy had polished off the last of his meatloaf and started on his sweet potatoes when the quiet was broken.
“Leonard.”
The doctor looked up to see Chekov staring at him intensely. He made a questioning noise around his mouthful of food.
“I vould like to continue our conwersation from earlier.”
McCoy choked. It took several seconds of Kirk pounding him on the back while he coughed until his airway was clear. By then, he’d thought of a proper response. Actually, he’d thought of several.
“No. Not now. Absolutely not. No.”
The young ensign looked hurt, his blue eyes shining in what could only be described as a puppy-dog look. Bones glared back. This was how the last conversation had started, with Pavel sitting on his lap in his quarters, giving him those puppy eyes, and saying wouldn’t he please, please let Pavel tie him up the next time they had sex?
Pavel added a pout to the look. “But, Leonard, you vould like eet so much, I am sure.”
“Not now,” Bones hissed again, but it was too late.
“What? What are you talking about?” Jim looked between the two of them with a knowing little smirk on his face. “What would Bones like?”
“Pavel, don’t -”
“I vas sayingk earlier that I know Leonard vould like bondage, if he vould only try eet.”
“Oh really?” Jim rounded on Bones, his expression so delighted that the doctor was tempted to give him a hypospray to the neck. “And, uh, how exactly did this come up in conversation?”
“I haff tried before, with other people. They haff alvays enjoyed eet. I like doing eet, and I am wery, wery good,” Chekov replied, directing the last part of his statement to Leonard along with another hit of those puppy eyes. “I promise you vould like eet.”
Jim looked thoughtful. “Actually, you probably would, Bonesy. I know I did.”
“You haff tried eet?”
“Oh, yeah. I remember this one time back in the Academy, there was this Andorian girl-”
McCoy groaned loudly and covered his face with his hands. This wasn’t possible, his best friend and his boyfriend couldn’t possibly be discussing how much he would like sex bondage at lunch in the middle of a crowded mess hall. He must be dreaming.
“Jim? Forgive me.” Oh, thank god, it was Spock the uptight Vulcan hobgoblin. He would get them to stop.
“Hmm?”
“Are you referring to the practice of restricting a person’s movement during sexual activity with rope and other equipment?”
McCoy peeked out from between his fingers in time to see Pavel nod happily.
“I admit, I have always been curious to attempt such activity.”
Bones squeezed his eyes shut and sank in his chair as Jim and Pavel began a back and forth explanation of the different types of bondage and equipment. With every new addition to the list, he sank further and further in his seat. By the time they stopped, he was almost horizontal.
“- and that is ze type I think you vould like most, Leonard, and... Vhy are you sitting like that?”
Opening his eyes, McCoy growled, “Because I am trying to turn myself into a Tauren slug worm, why do you think?”
Pavel’s expression fell immediately. “I am embarrassing you?”
“No, Pavel, no!” Bones exclaimed, sitting up so fast it looked like he’d been burned.
“You do not wish to try vith me?” The ensign’s eyes were getting watery.
“Pavel, I never said-”
The teenager’s lower lip trembled. “Then you will try?”
There was a marked pause, and Chekov sniffed, tears threatening to spill.
“Oh, Pavel, don’t - okay, okay, I’ll try. Okay? Just don’t cry, Pavel.”
Chekov gave a tiny, watery smile as he stood up and collected his tray. “Ve vill try tonight, da?”
Bones sighed. “Okay, we’ll try tonight.”
Pavel leaned over and gave the doctor a kiss on the cheek, then grabbed his dishes and said, “I must get back to ze bridge.”
Once the young ensign was gone, Bones looked over to find Jim and Spock both staring at him. The first officer had one eyebrow raised, and the captain had a smug little smirk.
“What?” McCoy demanded.
Jim’s smirk broadened. “Dude, Bones, you just got played.”
McCoy crossed his arms and glared.