Five times, then one more.
Five Times Pavel Chekov was Too Young + The One Time He Wasn’t
I.
“I’m sorry Pavel, you’re not twenty-one yet. I can’t let you drink.” The bartender said apologetically.
“But I can drink entire crew of Enterprise under the table!” Chekov protested. “You know this, and still I cannot drink?”
“Sorry Pav, I don’t make the rules. But hey,” his voice changed to a whisper here, “Why don’t you ask someone to order for you, then meet you somewhere outside? You got a girlfriend? Best buddy?”
Chekov pouted, then went off to find Sulu.
II.
“I’m sorry sir, I’m going to need some form of ID before I can let you into this movie.” Chekov gumbled, fishing around in his pockets for his wallet so he could flash the stupid movie counter girl his Starfleet ID card. Head navigator on board the Enterprise.
His pockets were empty.
“I’m sorry, if you can’t prove that you’re really seventeen, I can’t let you in.”
Chekov turned away dejectedly.
III.
“But Sulu!” Chekov whined, “I don’t like eating Brussels sprouts… “ Sulu looked at him with a face that screamed and how old are you again?
“Chekov, you heard Doctor McCoy. If you don’t eat these things he’s going to give you a hypo instead. And knowing him, it’s actually going to be a lot more than one.”
“Fine.” Chekov put the food in his mouth, making dramatic disgusted faces all the while he was chewing. Sulu could barely contain his laughter, only spurring him on more.
IV.
“Oh.” Chekov may have been seventeen, but that didn’t mean he was stupid. When you ask someone on a date and they say ‘Oh’, that means no. Or it means worse than no, but either way it means you’re not getting a date. Obviously Ensign Valeris sees the disappointment written across Chekov’s face, because her own face crumbles into a mask of regret.
“It’s not… I like you Pavel, really I do, but you’re… you’re seventeen. I’m twenty. Don’t you think that’s a little… weird?” Chekov replies that no, no he doesn’t, then walks away before the stinging behind his eyes gets to him.
V.
“… Shit.” Kirk was given to cursing, yes, but this was an occasion that really warranted it. He had invited the crew of the Enterprise, the entire crew, mind, for a party at a famous Earth nightclub to celebrate their shoreleave. What he hadn’t thought about was the fact that of his entire crew, there was one minor.
Chekov.
Kirk looked up at the imposing-looking bouncer, and the looks to Chekov behind him, face a mixture of angry and embarrassed.
“Is alright, Keptin.” He says weakly. “I will go back to ship and wait there, yes?” He turns and walks of dejectedly, and Kirk notices that Sulu and Uhura follow him off. So much for a full-crew party.
+.
“Sh… shit! Pavel!” Sulu’s breathing was ragged and uncontrollable, his entire body hot and flushed. His eyes were closed, because he knew that if he even so much as looked at the pale, long-fingered hand shoved deep down his pants, he’d loose himself entirely. He had to hold out at least a little while, didn’t he?
“Pav,” he breathed, “Slow down. Slow… oh god, oh God! Stop, please. You’re killing me, kid.” The hand stopped immediately and retracted itself.
“Fuck you, Hikaru.” Was the only reply.
“No, shit Pavel, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re not a kid,” Sulu said, tripping over his words trying to redeem himself. “I mean you’re only seventeen - “ Here he had to hold out a hand to make sure Chekov didn’t cut him off mid-sentence. “And this isn’t how I want to do this! I wanted to take you out to dinner and hold your hands and shit like that! I don’t know…” He looked down, embarrassed.
“So you want to be dating.” Chekov said. The way he said it, it sounded like an accusation, and Sulu couldn’t bring himself to make eye-contact as he answered yes.
“Okay.” Chekov said, and Sulu felt his heart soar.
“But,” Then drop again.
“First you are having to, how you say, fuck me? Then you can be my boyfriend, yes?” Sulu grinned from ear to ear, and that was the end of that.