Prompt fill for Star Trek XI kink meme
Title: There Are No Words
Summary: Written for THIS prompt at the Star Trek XI kink meme.
Pairings: Primarily Kirk/Chekov; mentions of Kirk/Sulu, Kirk/Scotty, Kirk/McCoy and Kirk/Spock/Uhura.
Pavel Andreievich Chekov wouldn't be having this crisis if it weren't for one Captain Jim Kirk.
You see, Chekov had become rather adept at keeping his shame a secret. He'd been doing so ever since he was ten and all the other boys started boasting about how big they were getting and even worse, whipping it out to compare. He had simply hid in the library and pored over his homework and extra-curricular work and the nice librarian with the pretty-smelling perfume would turn a blind eye to him eating his lunch there. And sometimes she would wander over and talk to him about what he was doing and even better, she understood what he was talking about and smiled at him every time. Not the 'oh, aren't you cute' he got from everyone, but the rare 'you really are brilliant' that made his dick start to harden.
He didn't even have to do anything to hide his erection - it really had been that small. That only served to depress him once more until she asked about something she wanted him to clarify and all his issues evacuated his head to make space for his beloved, logical maths.
He had even managed to avoid mocking in the changing rooms at the academy. While the rest of the class showered and changed and compared and boasted, Chekov would go up to their teacher and ask them for help on some aspect of the lesson. There was always something. The other students had an excellent control and awareness over their limbs but Chekov was still going through puberty at that point and his limbs seemed to have a mind of their own. The good thing about it was his dick was finally growing but it was still rather pathetic.
Sex posed no problem for him, either. There were a few girls and boys that obviously had fantasies about corrupting the innocent and Chekov had no problem with helping them keep them as fantasies. He played oblivious right up until they came right out and said what they wanted. Then he pretended to get nervous and would turn them down, and then head back to his room, silently mocking them. Did they think he had no sex drive until they turned it on, or something? Were they really that arrogant? Half of their pickup lines had been ripped straight from porn. Some of them had been Chekov's favourites, too, and he would be tempted for about two seconds before he remembered his shame. Then he would put aforementioned porn on and jerk off, hating the fact that his cock could fit in his palm.
It was a perfectly satisfactory set up right up until he met James Kirk and served under him.
Of course, at first it seemed to be easy. Most things did. Kirk had cheated on the Kobayashi Maru (although a tiny part of Chekov had been impressed by his method) and had said some very cruel things to Commander Spock. But then there was the fact that he had leapt off the drill platform to save Sulu's life (which Chekov was extremely grateful for, because Sulu was now his closest friend). And not to mention, saved the planet and hadn't even boasted about it.
But even after that Chekov was able to restrain himself. After all, it was Kirk who started calling him 'Ensign Jailbait' - albeit never while on duty - even though the only planet Chekov wasn't legal on was that one with the alien with life spans so long even Doctor McCoy was a child to them. It was that injustice that gave Chekov the courage to turn down Kirk's propositions and not respond to his flirting. He was certain Kirk didn't really mean it, though. He flirted with everyone.
Except some people had flirted back and Kirk had taken them up on it. Sulu had told Chekov all about the half-hour long, belated 'thank God we're alive' sex and it was common knowledge Doctor McCoy and the Captain had been sleeping together since the Academy. Some of the underlings in Engineering had made it known that Scotty and Kirk had disappeared into Scotty's makeshift office for hours and had emerged tellingly rumpled, and to the amazement of everyone, Kirk had even managed to wheedle his way in Commander Spock and Lieutenant Uhura's bed for one night.
But even then it wasn't a problem. Chekov had remarkable self-control and a deep shame to hold himself back. Of course, Kirk had to then go and blow his self-control to bits.
They'd been exploring an uncharted area on Starfleet’s orders and had come across an asteroid belt similar to that in their own Solar System. Except this was a lot less spread out and it had been a tense few hours while they navigated through it. They'd managed to come out the other side with the ship intact, but the pressure had taken its toll. As soon as they'd been let off, Sulu and Chekov had separated to try and prevent their individual breakdowns. Sulu had headed down to the botany department, to catch his breath amongst his plants. Chekov had headed to their room where he curled up on his bed and began to shake.
He was so out of it he didn't even realise Kirk had entered the room until the side of the bed sunk slightly under his weight. Chekov couldn't even look at him, too terrified and ashamed to do anything other than stare blankly at the wall.
"You were amazing, you know," his captain said softly but Chekov couldn't even begin to formulate a response. There was a moment, a suspended heartbeat where neither of them did anything. Then suddenly he was being hauled up in his captain's arms and collected into his chest. Chekov still managed to hold onto his control, right up until the moment Kirk started stroking the back of his neck. Something inside him simply snapped and he pressed his face into Kirk's chest.
They sat like that for an hour, an hour where Chekov did nothing but shake and Kirk did nothing but stroke his neck.
From then on it was a lot harder to turn Kirk down but his shame was still great enough to manage it. This went on right up until the day Chekov stepped out of the sonic shower, took two steps in the direction of his clothing and found himself with James Tiberius Kirk plastered right up against his back.
There was a moment where he just stood still, his mind registering nothing but the heat of Kirk's solid body and the thrill of having that incredible mind so focused on him; then his own mind caught up and his hands flew to cover his groin. Except Kirk was quicker and he curled his big warm palms and warm, calloused fingers (and Chekov had spent a lot of time imagining how they would feel on his dick, based on how it felt when Kirk had stroked his neck) around Chekov's skinny wrists and pulled them back to rest against their owner's chest.
And then Kirk hooked his chin over Chekov's shoulder and simply looked.
He did so for a long moment and throughout it all Chekov stood there and trembled and listened to his blood rush. He was still waiting for the bark of laughter to split the air when Kirk nuzzled his check affectionately. He was smiling but when Chekov managed to gather the nerve too actually look at him - even if it was only for a few seconds - his eyes were heavy-lidded and soft. They were also heated and dark and the sight of them made Chekov blush and look down, just as his dick began to harden. Chekov glared at it - if it weren't for his dick he could have slept with Kirk months ago. Could have lost his virginity years ago.
Then Kirk released one wrist and used his free hand to cup Chekov's jaw and turn it towards his face.
"You really are adorable," he said but it wasn't like the way everyone else said it. They said it in a way that meant 'look at you, playing with the big kids!’ Kirk meant it in a way that was a compliment, a reassurance and turn on all at once.
And then he kissed Chekov. For a while Chekov didn't know what to do - he'd only kissed a handful of people in his life and neither of them had done it like this before. None of them had licked their way into his mouth like he belonged there, had sucked on his bottom lip until it was tender, or slipped the tip of his thumb into the corner of his mouth to open it wider.
For the most part Chekov just let him do what he wanted, but as Kirk started to pull back he stuck out his tongue far enough to trace along the bottom lip of the lips he'd been fixated on for months. At that, Kirk let a grin slide languidly across his mouth and it was then Chekov realised how hard his dick had become. Even then, however, the tip only just brushed his stomach.
"I love your dick," Kirk told him seriously and Chekov choked on laughter, only to choke again when Kirk wrapped his hand around his entire dick. Then Kirk's pinkie slipped behind his balls and pressed and it felt so good he could only tremble.
"Oh, God, you're perfect," Kirk said breathily, pulling Chekov's head back for another filthy kiss. This time Chekov pushed back and it became messy, teeth clashing and saliva mixing and he would find it disgustingif it weren't for how good it felt. So good he forgot he could breathe through his nose and had to break the kiss to gulp in a mouthful of air. Kirk laughed at him, the sound rumbling through his chest and then nuzzled Chekov's cheek for the second time. Then he pressed behind Chekov's balls again and laughed when he choked. And then Kirk did it again, then let go of his dick only to palm it. Then, finally, he rubbed one calloused finger over the slit and that was it. Chekov cried out and they both watched as his dick splattered ropy pulses of semen on his stomach and down onto his thighs.
There was a long moment of silence where Kirk let Chekov and his own dick calm down - that cry had almost been enough to send him over the edge as well. Then he turned the now-relaxed teenager around in his arms and cupped his face.
"Did you think I would laugh at you?" he asked softly and Chekov came to the horrified realisation that his captain looked hurt.
"Nyet!" he said desperately, forgetting himself for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and forcefully reminded himself 'English', before speaking again. "It - it was not personal! I-" and there he stopped because he couldn't think of to say next. But what he had said seemed to have done the trick because Kirk was smiling again. However, it still seemed important that he voice what he was feeling right now because it was so strong it was rendering his brain practically useless. Joy and relief and gratitude and lust and how did you phrase that in his mothertongue, let alone English?
"Keptin -” he began but Kirk cut him off with an insistent, "Jim," and that privilege left him floundering. Thank goodness his partner was who he was because Jim just smiled and pulled him closer and every word he knew flew out of his head. Because with this proximity it became blaringly obvious that Jim's cock was still hard and it was a very big cock.
"You haven't...I could - " Chekov managed to stammer out. Then he paused because he could do a lot of things for Jim and all of them were so tempting he didn't know where to start. But then Jim smiled and his eyes lit up.
"You think I'm done with you and your sweet dick?"
And that rendered Chekov practically mute. Still smiling, Jim took his wrist and pulled him through to his sleeping quarters. Once there Chekov saw his roommate’s bed and instantly panicked.
"Sulu -" he started to say, only to be cut off again.
"No worries, he's helping the botany department with those samples we took last week," and that was practically a code for, 'we won't see him for hours, if not days' and Chekov relaxed.
"Any more objections?" Jim asked him with a serious face but his eyes were laughing. Instead of dignifying that with a response, Chekov kissed him firmly and snuck his fingers under Jim's shirt. Jim's chest vibrated with laughter but he kissed back, arms snaking around Chekov's waist.
A minute later his shirt was on the floor; half a minute later his pants had joined it and he was pushing Chekov down onto his bed. Chekov went easily, his dick already half-hard and Jim took the time to just look at it. Then, when Chekov started to squirm self-consciously, he swung his leg over that narrow waist and rocked his hips. That got his dick sliding smoothly along that adorable, little one and they both moaned.
Jim had a few key philosophies in his life and one of them was 'don't mess with a good thing. So instead of finding something else to do, he began to rock his hips steadily and Chekov was hard again in no time.
In all his fantasies and wet dreams, Chekov never imagined it would be as good as this. He'd taken the big hands and long fingers into account, but not the warm solid body or how good it felt against his. He'd definitely not taken Jim's cock into account, the sheer size of it and how amazing it felt, just moving against his own. He glanced down at it once and almost came at the sight of it next to his. Before all of this he'd assumed seeing a sexual partner's dick next to his would only bring his insecurities flying back; never would he have thought he'd find it so arousing.
Then Jim licked his way into his mouth again and Chekov let his head fall back against the pillow. He lay there, taking it, taking everything Jim was offering. Occasionally he'd lift his hips to rub against that large cock but for the most part it felt so good to let Jim control everything. And as the heat began to coil low in his stomach he wondered what it would be like to open his mouth for Jim's cock and let it slide down his throat. Or to have it inside him, pressing and rubbing past that spot that made him go all shivery-melty every time he grazed it with his own fingers and that thought was so good he was shuddering through his second orgasm before realised it.
The orgasm left him breathless and boneless and he could only lie back and watch Jim for a moment, could only watch Jim's cock slide against his stomach. Jim was rocking against him more frantically now and Chekov knew the feeling, knew how it felt to be so close but unable to get there. It was that empathy that gave him the strength to raise his arm and wrap his hand Jim's cock. It didn't take long, just two long pulls, a hint of nail and the slide of his palm over the head. Jim pressed his face into Chekov's shoulder and whispered, "oh, fuck," and he sounded so awed and appreciative that Chekov's dick made a valiant attempt to harden again, only to no avail.
Jim collapsed against Chekov's side and for a while they just panted together. Then Jim laughed weakly and pressed a gentle kiss against Chekov's shoulder.
"I'm definitely keeping you," he breathed. "Okay?"
There were no words for how okay Chekov was with that idea and he could only nod frantically. Jim smiled against his shoulder, then draped a big, heavy arm over Chekov's chest and Chekov drifted off to sleep, the happiest he'd been in years.
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Summary: Written for THIS prompt at the Star Trek XI kink meme.
Pairings: Primarily Kirk/Chekov; mentions of Kirk/Sulu, Kirk/Scotty, Kirk/McCoy and Kirk/Spock/Uhura.
Pavel Andreievich Chekov wouldn't be having this crisis if it weren't for one Captain Jim Kirk.
You see, Chekov had become rather adept at keeping his shame a secret. He'd been doing so ever since he was ten and all the other boys started boasting about how big they were getting and even worse, whipping it out to compare. He had simply hid in the library and pored over his homework and extra-curricular work and the nice librarian with the pretty-smelling perfume would turn a blind eye to him eating his lunch there. And sometimes she would wander over and talk to him about what he was doing and even better, she understood what he was talking about and smiled at him every time. Not the 'oh, aren't you cute' he got from everyone, but the rare 'you really are brilliant' that made his dick start to harden.
He didn't even have to do anything to hide his erection - it really had been that small. That only served to depress him once more until she asked about something she wanted him to clarify and all his issues evacuated his head to make space for his beloved, logical maths.
He had even managed to avoid mocking in the changing rooms at the academy. While the rest of the class showered and changed and compared and boasted, Chekov would go up to their teacher and ask them for help on some aspect of the lesson. There was always something. The other students had an excellent control and awareness over their limbs but Chekov was still going through puberty at that point and his limbs seemed to have a mind of their own. The good thing about it was his dick was finally growing but it was still rather pathetic.
Sex posed no problem for him, either. There were a few girls and boys that obviously had fantasies about corrupting the innocent and Chekov had no problem with helping them keep them as fantasies. He played oblivious right up until they came right out and said what they wanted. Then he pretended to get nervous and would turn them down, and then head back to his room, silently mocking them. Did they think he had no sex drive until they turned it on, or something? Were they really that arrogant? Half of their pickup lines had been ripped straight from porn. Some of them had been Chekov's favourites, too, and he would be tempted for about two seconds before he remembered his shame. Then he would put aforementioned porn on and jerk off, hating the fact that his cock could fit in his palm.
It was a perfectly satisfactory set up right up until he met James Kirk and served under him.
Of course, at first it seemed to be easy. Most things did. Kirk had cheated on the Kobayashi Maru (although a tiny part of Chekov had been impressed by his method) and had said some very cruel things to Commander Spock. But then there was the fact that he had leapt off the drill platform to save Sulu's life (which Chekov was extremely grateful for, because Sulu was now his closest friend). And not to mention, saved the planet and hadn't even boasted about it.
But even after that Chekov was able to restrain himself. After all, it was Kirk who started calling him 'Ensign Jailbait' - albeit never while on duty - even though the only planet Chekov wasn't legal on was that one with the alien with life spans so long even Doctor McCoy was a child to them. It was that injustice that gave Chekov the courage to turn down Kirk's propositions and not respond to his flirting. He was certain Kirk didn't really mean it, though. He flirted with everyone.
Except some people had flirted back and Kirk had taken them up on it. Sulu had told Chekov all about the half-hour long, belated 'thank God we're alive' sex and it was common knowledge Doctor McCoy and the Captain had been sleeping together since the Academy. Some of the underlings in Engineering had made it known that Scotty and Kirk had disappeared into Scotty's makeshift office for hours and had emerged tellingly rumpled, and to the amazement of everyone, Kirk had even managed to wheedle his way in Commander Spock and Lieutenant Uhura's bed for one night.
But even then it wasn't a problem. Chekov had remarkable self-control and a deep shame to hold himself back. Of course, Kirk had to then go and blow his self-control to bits.
They'd been exploring an uncharted area on Starfleet’s orders and had come across an asteroid belt similar to that in their own Solar System. Except this was a lot less spread out and it had been a tense few hours while they navigated through it. They'd managed to come out the other side with the ship intact, but the pressure had taken its toll. As soon as they'd been let off, Sulu and Chekov had separated to try and prevent their individual breakdowns. Sulu had headed down to the botany department, to catch his breath amongst his plants. Chekov had headed to their room where he curled up on his bed and began to shake.
He was so out of it he didn't even realise Kirk had entered the room until the side of the bed sunk slightly under his weight. Chekov couldn't even look at him, too terrified and ashamed to do anything other than stare blankly at the wall.
"You were amazing, you know," his captain said softly but Chekov couldn't even begin to formulate a response. There was a moment, a suspended heartbeat where neither of them did anything. Then suddenly he was being hauled up in his captain's arms and collected into his chest. Chekov still managed to hold onto his control, right up until the moment Kirk started stroking the back of his neck. Something inside him simply snapped and he pressed his face into Kirk's chest.
They sat like that for an hour, an hour where Chekov did nothing but shake and Kirk did nothing but stroke his neck.
From then on it was a lot harder to turn Kirk down but his shame was still great enough to manage it. This went on right up until the day Chekov stepped out of the sonic shower, took two steps in the direction of his clothing and found himself with James Tiberius Kirk plastered right up against his back.
There was a moment where he just stood still, his mind registering nothing but the heat of Kirk's solid body and the thrill of having that incredible mind so focused on him; then his own mind caught up and his hands flew to cover his groin. Except Kirk was quicker and he curled his big warm palms and warm, calloused fingers (and Chekov had spent a lot of time imagining how they would feel on his dick, based on how it felt when Kirk had stroked his neck) around Chekov's skinny wrists and pulled them back to rest against their owner's chest.
And then Kirk hooked his chin over Chekov's shoulder and simply looked.
He did so for a long moment and throughout it all Chekov stood there and trembled and listened to his blood rush. He was still waiting for the bark of laughter to split the air when Kirk nuzzled his check affectionately. He was smiling but when Chekov managed to gather the nerve too actually look at him - even if it was only for a few seconds - his eyes were heavy-lidded and soft. They were also heated and dark and the sight of them made Chekov blush and look down, just as his dick began to harden. Chekov glared at it - if it weren't for his dick he could have slept with Kirk months ago. Could have lost his virginity years ago.
Then Kirk released one wrist and used his free hand to cup Chekov's jaw and turn it towards his face.
"You really are adorable," he said but it wasn't like the way everyone else said it. They said it in a way that meant 'look at you, playing with the big kids!’ Kirk meant it in a way that was a compliment, a reassurance and turn on all at once.
And then he kissed Chekov. For a while Chekov didn't know what to do - he'd only kissed a handful of people in his life and neither of them had done it like this before. None of them had licked their way into his mouth like he belonged there, had sucked on his bottom lip until it was tender, or slipped the tip of his thumb into the corner of his mouth to open it wider.
For the most part Chekov just let him do what he wanted, but as Kirk started to pull back he stuck out his tongue far enough to trace along the bottom lip of the lips he'd been fixated on for months. At that, Kirk let a grin slide languidly across his mouth and it was then Chekov realised how hard his dick had become. Even then, however, the tip only just brushed his stomach.
"I love your dick," Kirk told him seriously and Chekov choked on laughter, only to choke again when Kirk wrapped his hand around his entire dick. Then Kirk's pinkie slipped behind his balls and pressed and it felt so good he could only tremble.
"Oh, God, you're perfect," Kirk said breathily, pulling Chekov's head back for another filthy kiss. This time Chekov pushed back and it became messy, teeth clashing and saliva mixing and he would find it disgustingif it weren't for how good it felt. So good he forgot he could breathe through his nose and had to break the kiss to gulp in a mouthful of air. Kirk laughed at him, the sound rumbling through his chest and then nuzzled Chekov's cheek for the second time. Then he pressed behind Chekov's balls again and laughed when he choked. And then Kirk did it again, then let go of his dick only to palm it. Then, finally, he rubbed one calloused finger over the slit and that was it. Chekov cried out and they both watched as his dick splattered ropy pulses of semen on his stomach and down onto his thighs.
There was a long moment of silence where Kirk let Chekov and his own dick calm down - that cry had almost been enough to send him over the edge as well. Then he turned the now-relaxed teenager around in his arms and cupped his face.
"Did you think I would laugh at you?" he asked softly and Chekov came to the horrified realisation that his captain looked hurt.
"Nyet!" he said desperately, forgetting himself for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and forcefully reminded himself 'English', before speaking again. "It - it was not personal! I-" and there he stopped because he couldn't think of to say next. But what he had said seemed to have done the trick because Kirk was smiling again. However, it still seemed important that he voice what he was feeling right now because it was so strong it was rendering his brain practically useless. Joy and relief and gratitude and lust and how did you phrase that in his mothertongue, let alone English?
"Keptin -” he began but Kirk cut him off with an insistent, "Jim," and that privilege left him floundering. Thank goodness his partner was who he was because Jim just smiled and pulled him closer and every word he knew flew out of his head. Because with this proximity it became blaringly obvious that Jim's cock was still hard and it was a very big cock.
"You haven't...I could - " Chekov managed to stammer out. Then he paused because he could do a lot of things for Jim and all of them were so tempting he didn't know where to start. But then Jim smiled and his eyes lit up.
"You think I'm done with you and your sweet dick?"
And that rendered Chekov practically mute. Still smiling, Jim took his wrist and pulled him through to his sleeping quarters. Once there Chekov saw his roommate’s bed and instantly panicked.
"Sulu -" he started to say, only to be cut off again.
"No worries, he's helping the botany department with those samples we took last week," and that was practically a code for, 'we won't see him for hours, if not days' and Chekov relaxed.
"Any more objections?" Jim asked him with a serious face but his eyes were laughing. Instead of dignifying that with a response, Chekov kissed him firmly and snuck his fingers under Jim's shirt. Jim's chest vibrated with laughter but he kissed back, arms snaking around Chekov's waist.
A minute later his shirt was on the floor; half a minute later his pants had joined it and he was pushing Chekov down onto his bed. Chekov went easily, his dick already half-hard and Jim took the time to just look at it. Then, when Chekov started to squirm self-consciously, he swung his leg over that narrow waist and rocked his hips. That got his dick sliding smoothly along that adorable, little one and they both moaned.
Jim had a few key philosophies in his life and one of them was 'don't mess with a good thing. So instead of finding something else to do, he began to rock his hips steadily and Chekov was hard again in no time.
In all his fantasies and wet dreams, Chekov never imagined it would be as good as this. He'd taken the big hands and long fingers into account, but not the warm solid body or how good it felt against his. He'd definitely not taken Jim's cock into account, the sheer size of it and how amazing it felt, just moving against his own. He glanced down at it once and almost came at the sight of it next to his. Before all of this he'd assumed seeing a sexual partner's dick next to his would only bring his insecurities flying back; never would he have thought he'd find it so arousing.
Then Jim licked his way into his mouth again and Chekov let his head fall back against the pillow. He lay there, taking it, taking everything Jim was offering. Occasionally he'd lift his hips to rub against that large cock but for the most part it felt so good to let Jim control everything. And as the heat began to coil low in his stomach he wondered what it would be like to open his mouth for Jim's cock and let it slide down his throat. Or to have it inside him, pressing and rubbing past that spot that made him go all shivery-melty every time he grazed it with his own fingers and that thought was so good he was shuddering through his second orgasm before realised it.
The orgasm left him breathless and boneless and he could only lie back and watch Jim for a moment, could only watch Jim's cock slide against his stomach. Jim was rocking against him more frantically now and Chekov knew the feeling, knew how it felt to be so close but unable to get there. It was that empathy that gave him the strength to raise his arm and wrap his hand Jim's cock. It didn't take long, just two long pulls, a hint of nail and the slide of his palm over the head. Jim pressed his face into Chekov's shoulder and whispered, "oh, fuck," and he sounded so awed and appreciative that Chekov's dick made a valiant attempt to harden again, only to no avail.
Jim collapsed against Chekov's side and for a while they just panted together. Then Jim laughed weakly and pressed a gentle kiss against Chekov's shoulder.
"I'm definitely keeping you," he breathed. "Okay?"
There were no words for how okay Chekov was with that idea and he could only nod frantically. Jim smiled against his shoulder, then draped a big, heavy arm over Chekov's chest and Chekov drifted off to sleep, the happiest he'd been in years.
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