Summary: Dr. McCoy recalls a pleasant moment in his shoreleave with Chekov.

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.

Thanks to Jane Skazi for the beta.

How was your shoreleave?

By Karmen Ghia

"How was your shoreleave?" Kirk asked McCoy, the first day back.

"Pleasant."

"What did you do?"

"Laid on the beach, read, watched Chekov run around, play and swim. Did a little swimming and playing myself. Went to bed early; got up late. It was nice. What did you do?"

"Looked at computer centers with Spock."

"Ah."

"I'd rather have laid on the beach for a few days."

"Next time, Jim, next time."

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McCoy walked back to Sickbay thinking about Chekov sleeping on his chest, still warm from the sun and the glow of sex in his body. He found this memory more comforting than arousing. There were certainly many arousing memories of their shoreleave.

Such as the afternoon when Chekov curled up beside McCoy and activated what the doctor had thought was simply a large beach umbrella. The device continued to twist, flip, extend, and unfurl the local equivalent of canvas until the lovers were completely shielded from prying eyes.

"I'm glad one of us is thinking ahead," McCoy murmured as Chekov worked his lips down the doctor's body.

"I am highly motivated," Chekov murmured back, distractedly, as he deftly removed McCoy's swim trunks. And then his own.

"I can see that."

Chekov was too engrossed in sucking McCoy's cock to respond to this.

He stroked into McCoy's pubic hair, swirling his tongue around the base of his lover's cock. Sighing with desire as he smoothed his lips over the velvety head, slipping his tongue along the planes and indentations. Chekov glanced at McCoy, languidly watching him through half closed eyes and bent to his pleasant task again. Casually, a little too casually, Chekov reached for the bottle of suntan oil next to the doctor's hip. Chekov wrapped his lips around the head of McCoy's cock and dragged his tongue along the underside. He relaxed his jaw and eased the shaft down his throat. He let his lips and tongue explore a bit more before moving back up to the head and down again and back up. He established a gentle rhythm on the doctor's cock, enjoying its texture and taste, doing all the things he himself enjoyed, knowing McCoy was enjoying himself, too.

Very true; McCoy groaned voluptuously and wrapped his legs around Chekov. That Russian left off sucking and nuzzled at the base of McCoy's cock, bathing the areas he could not previously reach. Very gently he played his fingers behind McCoy's balls, back and forth, lightly tapping and caressing in order to relax a certain collection of muscles there. All the while still teasing McCoy with his mouth and hands, Chekov soon had his lover ready. Applying a liberal amount of oil to his own erection, Chekov smiled reassuringly at McCoy as he eased him forward and centered his cock. Carefully pressing the head in, Chekov was pleased when McCoy relaxed enough to allow him inside. He sank slowly into his lover's body and rested a moment. Chekov leaned down to press a long kiss to McCoy's lips before he began to move, rhythmically. Probably due to the novelty of the situation and the long tease before it, neither of them lasted very long.

As his climax swept over him, McCoy thrust up against Chekov and came, quietly because of the semi-public location. Chekov was not so quiet but managed to suppress most of his ecstatic shout and lay panting on the doctor's chest.

McCoy massaged the younger man's shaking shoulders and decided he'd like getting fucked by Chekov now and then. Easing Chekov into the curve of his arm, McCoy grabbed a towel to wipe the cum off his chest and took a swipe at Chekov's. Mid-swipe, the doctor looked into his lover's face and then leaned back for a better look. "Chekov," he said sternly.

"Da?"

"Stop smirking right now."

"Da." Chekov buried his face in McCoy's neck. He continued to smirk, but not where the doctor could see it.

Altogether, it had been a very nice shoreleave.

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