Day 23, The Collar Star Trek XI Chekov/McCoy, NC-17
Title: The Collar
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing/character: McCoy/Chekov
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount, the estate of Gene Roddenberry, this version to JJ Abrams - none of who are me.
Note: Contains D/s elements
All Leonard wanted after a long shift was a shower, something to eat, and to hold Pavel in his arms. A relationship he hadn't expected to find, one that was becoming more and more right every day.
He smiled as he walked in the door of their cabin. The lights were soft, there was music playing, and Pavel was waiting on the bed for him.
"Go shower," Pavel said. "I know you need that, and I need you, Leonard. Make it quick, please?" he asked, eyes lowered. "Your boy needs you."
"I won't be long," Leonard said, softly, kissing Pavel's curls before heading into the shower. "Collar on before I'm out," he added.
Sometimes Leonard liked to put the collar on himself. Sometimes he told him to have it on in the morning. Other times he decided to have Pavel do it as he made his own preparations, like now.
As he stepped under the warm water, Leonard almost thought he could hear the click of the collar's lock sliding into place. He shook his head at his fanciful thought and then relaxed under the shower, taking a few minutes to himself.
He wrapped a towel around his waist, not bothering to dress again, and was pleased to find Pavel kneeling, naked but for his collar, beside the bed. "Such a good boy I have," he said and kissed Pavel's lips, then just above the collar where his pulse beat. Leonard bit down lightly. He sighed. He was tired, and not up for an elaborate scene. But Pavel understood that.
"Up on the bed, little one," Leonard said. He knew just what he wanted. He sat on the bed and took his boy into his arms.
"Too tired?" Pavel asked, gently, stroking Leonard's cheek.
"Too long a shift," Leonard nodded.
"In a few days..." Pavel whispered. "I'm going to wear that butt plug you got me. And I'm going to let you stretch me out so you can fist me..."
Leonard groaned, his biggest bulletproof kink was dirty talk, and Pavel knew it - that had been how the kid had got around some of his defences. But Leonard knew Pavel's bulletproof kink too, and his hand slid between Pavel's legs.
It really was almost a shame to stop the delicious images Pavel was giving him, but the moment Leonard's fingers touched Pavel's hard cock, the articulate, accented words dissolved into a litany of moans and pleas, in broken Russian. Leonard stroked, softly at first, listening to the cries get more and more intense, and he stroked harder as the pitch increased, his other hand sliding to the boy's balls and tugging lightly. He could feel the precome, sticky on the hand he was stroking Pavel with, the soft, unknown cries becoming louder and louder as he stroked. He loved the way his boy reacted to something as simple as having his cock stroked. It was almost enough to get Leonard off some days, though tonight he wouldn't quite make it, but he knew he could use his boy's mouth or hand, he'd decide that once his boy came. It wouldn't be long, Leonard knew, recognising the pitch of the broken cries.
"Come," he whispered in Pavel's ear, biting down softly on the lobe. Pavel stiffened, and came, all over Leonard's hand. He was allowed a few moments to recover, and Leonard gave him his hand to clean. He loved watching Pavel lick up his own come, and shivered as he felt that agile tongue clean him.
"What would you like, Sir?" Pavel asked, after a few moments.
"Surprise me," Leonard said. It would be either Pavel's hand or mouth, he knew, and he lay back, letting the towel fall off. He wasn't surprised to feel the heat of that wonderful mouth enclosing his cock, sucking him down. He was so close that it only took a few swallows and he was coming down Pavel's willing throat.
Leonard was dimly aware of Pavel cleaning him up with the towel and sliding back into his arms. He could just feel the leather of the collar against his skin, and he smiled, as he drifted to sleep.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing/character: McCoy/Chekov
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount, the estate of Gene Roddenberry, this version to JJ Abrams - none of who are me.
Note: Contains D/s elements
All Leonard wanted after a long shift was a shower, something to eat, and to hold Pavel in his arms. A relationship he hadn't expected to find, one that was becoming more and more right every day.
He smiled as he walked in the door of their cabin. The lights were soft, there was music playing, and Pavel was waiting on the bed for him.
"Go shower," Pavel said. "I know you need that, and I need you, Leonard. Make it quick, please?" he asked, eyes lowered. "Your boy needs you."
"I won't be long," Leonard said, softly, kissing Pavel's curls before heading into the shower. "Collar on before I'm out," he added.
Sometimes Leonard liked to put the collar on himself. Sometimes he told him to have it on in the morning. Other times he decided to have Pavel do it as he made his own preparations, like now.
As he stepped under the warm water, Leonard almost thought he could hear the click of the collar's lock sliding into place. He shook his head at his fanciful thought and then relaxed under the shower, taking a few minutes to himself.
He wrapped a towel around his waist, not bothering to dress again, and was pleased to find Pavel kneeling, naked but for his collar, beside the bed. "Such a good boy I have," he said and kissed Pavel's lips, then just above the collar where his pulse beat. Leonard bit down lightly. He sighed. He was tired, and not up for an elaborate scene. But Pavel understood that.
"Up on the bed, little one," Leonard said. He knew just what he wanted. He sat on the bed and took his boy into his arms.
"Too tired?" Pavel asked, gently, stroking Leonard's cheek.
"Too long a shift," Leonard nodded.
"In a few days..." Pavel whispered. "I'm going to wear that butt plug you got me. And I'm going to let you stretch me out so you can fist me..."
Leonard groaned, his biggest bulletproof kink was dirty talk, and Pavel knew it - that had been how the kid had got around some of his defences. But Leonard knew Pavel's bulletproof kink too, and his hand slid between Pavel's legs.
It really was almost a shame to stop the delicious images Pavel was giving him, but the moment Leonard's fingers touched Pavel's hard cock, the articulate, accented words dissolved into a litany of moans and pleas, in broken Russian. Leonard stroked, softly at first, listening to the cries get more and more intense, and he stroked harder as the pitch increased, his other hand sliding to the boy's balls and tugging lightly. He could feel the precome, sticky on the hand he was stroking Pavel with, the soft, unknown cries becoming louder and louder as he stroked. He loved the way his boy reacted to something as simple as having his cock stroked. It was almost enough to get Leonard off some days, though tonight he wouldn't quite make it, but he knew he could use his boy's mouth or hand, he'd decide that once his boy came. It wouldn't be long, Leonard knew, recognising the pitch of the broken cries.
"Come," he whispered in Pavel's ear, biting down softly on the lobe. Pavel stiffened, and came, all over Leonard's hand. He was allowed a few moments to recover, and Leonard gave him his hand to clean. He loved watching Pavel lick up his own come, and shivered as he felt that agile tongue clean him.
"What would you like, Sir?" Pavel asked, after a few moments.
"Surprise me," Leonard said. It would be either Pavel's hand or mouth, he knew, and he lay back, letting the towel fall off. He wasn't surprised to feel the heat of that wonderful mouth enclosing his cock, sucking him down. He was so close that it only took a few swallows and he was coming down Pavel's willing throat.
Leonard was dimly aware of Pavel cleaning him up with the towel and sliding back into his arms. He could just feel the leather of the collar against his skin, and he smiled, as he drifted to sleep.