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Summary: Chekov makes his move on Dr. McCoy.

Warning: This story contains m/m sex. If you are offended by this or under age, please move on. Click here http://google.com and have a nice day.

Disclaimer: Copyright 2000 by Karmen Ghia. This original work of amateur fiction based on Star Trek makes transformative use of Star Trek for noncommercial purposes. This work makes "fair use" of Star Trek copyrighted material; intended not to infringe on the intellectual property rights of Paramount, Viacom or other owners of Star Trek copyright or their assignees or licensees. Author's copyright extends only to the original material in this work.

Beta by Jane Skazi.

Chekov, are you trying to seduce me?

By Karmen Ghia

"Chekov, are you trying to seduce me?" McCoy asked as soon as he could. The Russian's kiss had left him breathless.

"Yes. Am I doing it wrong?" A wicked glint glowed deep in the warm brown eyes; a charming mixture of arousal, affection and pure mischief. Chekov had the doctor's full attention and knew it.

"Oh, you're doin' a great job," McCoy gently forestalled another oral assault. "What I'm wonderin' is why?"

Chekov snuggled closer and looked up with irresistible come hither eyes. "Can't we talk about this later? Tomorrow or the next day? He asked all innocence and desire tinged with just a dash of desperation.

"No." McCoy straightened up as much as possible with the ensign all over him like a cheap suit. "I've lived long enough to ask these questions first and eliminate certain nasty surprises the next morning. Now, Chekov, tell me why you put the moves on me."

Chekov sighed tragically and leaned back against McCoy's couch. He did note that the doctor kept his arm around him. "You seem lonely and I've always liked you. Lately, I've liked you more because you seem more lonely."

There was truth in this; since Kirk and Spock were spending so much time together, the doctor was very much on his own these days. McCoy had welcomed the younger man's attention, up to and including the suggestion that they play backgammon in the doctor's quarters that evening, he recalled, glancing at the still closed board.

Impressed, yet wary, McCoy asked, "Did you just break up with someone?"

"Yes, but only so I could concentrate on you."

McCoy took a moment to mull that over. He gazed into the ensign's eyes but his vision was turned inward until he felt the youngster fidget against him. 'Youngster,' he mused. 'He's far too young for me… but so what? Life is short and never turn down a good thing when it comes along.' He bent down to place a slow, gentle kiss on Chekov's lips and was pleased to note that the ensign passively allowed him to lead. 'Hope that lasts,' McCoy thought wryly, pulling Chekov to his feet and guiding him to his bed. "What's wrong?" he asked, noticing his guest eyeing the bed.

"It's so big."

"The bed?"

"Da. Mine is much smaller."

"Ah," McCoy murmured as he pulled Chekov's gold shirt off. He pulled him in for a kiss and ran his hands over the ensign's warm back. Letting his hands drift southward, McCoy got a good feel of Chekov's fine ass and ground the youngster's trapped erection against his own.

It was Chekov who drew back for air and suggested they lie down. At McCoy's nod, he quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes and slid into the doctor's bed.

Excusing himself to retrieve a container of lubricant from the bathroom, McCoy very quickly joined the Russian in his bed. He tilted Chekov's head back and, keeping a firm hold on his chin, lightly brushed his lips over the youngster's.

Being smart, Chekov had discerned that McCoy would like to be the aggressor that evening and had decided to let him. So he lay quietly in the doctor's arms and allowed McCoy to kiss him. He contented himself with running his hands over McCoy's back and shoulders.

McCoy was relieved and encouraged that Chekov was willing to be passive that evening and deepened the kiss. Breaking away, he nuzzled Chekov's neck, shivering with pleasure and caressing as much of the young body beneath him as he could reach. He pressed his lips to Chekov's neck, nibbling at the neck and shoulder until he discovered that Chekov was ticklish. McCoy spent a few minutes tickling and wrestling with the ensign, finally pinning him beneath him again.

Breathless, Chekov leaned up to move McCoy into a long, tender kiss. McCoy's tongue found his, which pressed back, dominating and surrendering; pursued and pursuing. Sighing blissfully as his lover gathered him up in his arms, Chekov relaxed and let McCoy set the pace.

McCoy loosened his arms and let his hand wander down to caress Chekov's silky erection. He ran his fingers over the head, stroking along the sides, stroking down and drawing the testicles into his hand, weighing them, squeezing gently. McCoy sighed and drew back to gaze at Chekov. They regarded each other with naked desire and the anticipation of sensual pleasure.

McCoy rolled on his back, pulling Chekov on top of him. Chekov spread his legs on either side of McCoy's hips and snuggled his erection into McCoy's. The doctor gently massaged Chekov's thighs as the ensign caressed their cocks together.

McCoy's hands closed on Chekov's ass, gently urging him forward onto his chest. He leaned forward and ran his tongue around the head of Chekov's cock, sliding it up and down, farther into his mouth. Chekov closed his eyes in pure pleasure and gave himself over to McCoy's care. He did not notice McCoy dipping into the container of lubricant.

McCoy swirled his tongue around Chekov's penis while he stroked between Chekov's buttocks, spreading them gently, pressing a gel coated finger ever deeper and closer to the sweet tightness he sought. Sucking Chekov deeper, McCoy applied more lubricant and began to work his finger slowly and gently in.

Chekov let his eyes fall shut, marveling at how much he was enjoying McCoy's leisurely preparation. His previous lovemakings had often had a rushed but exciting feel about them. Chekov inhaled sharply as McCoy began to stroke his prostate in the same rhythm as the doctor's tongue stroked the underside of his cock.

McCoy slipped in another well oiled finger, thrusting gently deeper.

Chekov let his head fall back in pleasure as he undulated gently to McCoy's rhythm, forward into McCoy's mouth, backward onto McCoy's fingers.

McCoy decided that Chekov was ready. He slowly withdrew his fingers, eased Chekov out of his mouth and onto the bed. He rolled on top of him and kissed him softly.

"I want to be inside you."

"Da, da, da."

McCoy held Chekov close and urged him onto his stomach, spreading his legs with his knees. Kneeling between the ensign's legs, McCoy liberally applied lubricant to his penis. He braced his hands against Chekov's hips, holding them firmly while stroking reassuringly, and pressed his cock against the entrance to Chekov's body. McCoy might have paused, but Chekov was already thrusting back in eager anticipation. The doctor took a firmer hold on the ensign's hips and told him to settle down.

"Relax, Chekov, let it last." McCoy began to press forward gently.

Chekov put his attention on relaxing while pushing his muscles against McCoy's forward momentum. McCoy softly rocked his hips, a little harder, a little more, a thrust and the slippery head was past the tight ring. He paused there to allow Chekov to adjust. The doctor pressed forward again when he felt the Russian gently thrusting up against him.

McCoy reached beneath Chekov to caress his cock, gently pulling his lover's hips into a better angle for fucking him.

Feeling that Chekov was getting impatient, McCoy slowly but steadily slid all the way in. He stopped to let the ensign get used to the feeling of him completely inside. McCoy took another moment to compose himself before he was overwhelmed by the snug warmth that held him so sweetly.

Chekov was adjusting, soothing himself, impaled, held fast by McCoy. He shivered under the doctor's hands, filled by him, spread beneath him.

McCoy felt Chekov pressing back, urging him to move. He drew back and slid in again. Chekov moved in harmony with his lover. The youngster groaned with pleasure as McCoy's cock stroked his prostate, again and again.

McCoy increased his pace, very much in control of himself but demanding his pleasure from Chekov's body. Harder, faster, feeling Chekov's orgasm welling up in him, his muscles clenching about McCoy's cock in rapture, feeling his own climax sweeping from his toes to the top of his head and back again.

McCoy threw his head back as he came with a strangled shout. He leaned his forehead between Chekov's shoulders, feeling the youngster shuddering with pleasure beneath him.

McCoy roused himself and gently pressed his lips to the nape of Chekov's neck.

They lay joined for a moment longer. McCoy gently and slowly withdrew, stopping to wait for Chekov's muscles to free him. He pulled Chekov into his arms, kissed him tenderly and ran his fingers through the mop of brown hair.

Chekov curled sweetly into McCoy's arms, murmured softy, "That was… was wonderful. Thank you."

"Oh, no, Chekov; thank *you*," McCoy chuckled against the top of the Russian's head. "I haven't had that much fun in quite awhile," he murmured, shifting away from the wet spot. "How 'bout a water shower?"

"I'd like that," the ensign said, sitting up.

Starship showers are small by necessity so they were all over each other but they enjoyed it very much. And they managed to get very clean as well.

"I should go," Chekov said half-heartedly as he dried off.

"You can stay here." McCoy tossed a clean towel on the bed. "Unless you're ashamed of me and don't want to be seen leaving my cabin in the morning," he teased.

"Of course not," Chekov frowned, resolutely ignoring the teasing. "I just wonder if we should be discreet, that's all."

"Sneak around, you mean?" McCoy smiled, still teasing.

"I just wonder what rules I've broken tonight." Chekov regarded his new lover with troubled eyes.

McCoy crossed to him and gathered in the younger man into his arms. "You must have thought of that before you kissed me?"

"Sort of…"

"And?"

"Well," Chekov rested his head on the doctor's shoulder. "You're not in my chain of command, we are not even in the same department so it is not against the rules but…"

"But?"

"But it might shock people."

"Let them be shocked. Probably good for 'em. Come back to bed."

"Yes."

In the morning no one saw Chekov leave McCoy's cabin. Neither McCoy nor Chekov tried to hide the affection they felt for each other but they weren't obvious either. Eventually the crew caught on that they were lovers but no one disapproved… much, and if they did, someone usually told them to shut up.

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