Day 19, Waking Up, Star Trek XI, Chekov/Scotty,, NC-17
Title: Waking Up
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing/character: Scotty/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.
Pavel awoke from a deep sleep to the sound of his communicator. It wasn't the sound of a bridge communication and it took him just a moment to register that it was the private frequency Scotty had hooked up for them. That was when he realised that he didn't have a pile of warm Scotsman in bed beside him. He sighed. He always knew falling for an engineer would lead to some loneliness but he really hated waking up alone.
"Yes? Why aren't you beside me?" he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.
"Because I don't argue with Vulcans. They will pull out the logic and beat you over the head with it. And our First Officer wanted my presence half an hour ago. I couldn't wake you and let you know, you needed the sleep after last night," Scotty answered.
"So where are you? On your way back?" Pavel sounded hopeful.
"I wish I was, lad," and the tone was regretful. Pavel decided he would let Scotty off. If the explanation was good. "Captain's orders. Need to take a shuttle down to the planet's surface and do some tests. I could hardly tell him I had the most beautiful Russian lad in all of creation waiting fo rme in bed. Mind you, he probably would have understood... I'll be back tonight."
Pavel flushed. "Flattery might get you interesting places."
"It worked to get me into your bed," Scotty answered.
"Well, yes," Pavel agreed. "Long shuttle flight?" he asked. Casually.
"Long enough," Scotty answered. Not so casually.
"For?" Pavel asked, keeping his tone as neutral as he could.
"What are you wearing?" Scotty asked.
It seemed a non sequitur to Pavel. "I'm still in bed, and you know what I wear to bed when I start off with you in it. Nothing. Unless the sheet and blanket count."
"Mmm, my favourite outfit on you," Scotty purred. "All that lovely skin."
Okay, that made sense, but Pavel still wondered what the point of asking him what he was wearing was. "I'm pushing the blankets off..."
"Good lad," Scotty murmured. "Now just let me wake you up properly. I'm kissing your neck, just soft, the way you like it."
Pavel whimpered - exactly the way he did when Scotty did that.
"Yes, that's right, you like when I kiss there, don't you?" Scotty asked.
"... do," Pavel whispered.
"I know," Scotty said. "Now I'm heading down, nice and slow, kissing and licking."
"God, yes," Pavel followed the path Scotty would take with his mouth, using his fingers. Then a thought occurred. "Do you want me to touch you, too?"
"This is for you, lad," Scotty said. "I'll get off, your cries alone will do that. But the description is for you."
"I'll make it up to you tonight," Pavel promised. "Re-enact this, just as you're saying. Or anything else you want."
"Surprise me," Scotty said. "I love your imagination, lad."
"I'll do that," Pavel replied.
"Good. Now let me get you off," Scotty said. "We only have so long and as much as I anticipate tonight, right now has its merits too. Put your fingers in your mouth, then touch your nipples. Pinch and pull a little."
Pavel did as Scotty said, moaning louder.
"Ah, I love how sensitive you are there," Scotty murmured. "Wish I could see what you look like, laying on our bed..."
Pavel didn't even have to think, he flicked on the holo-recorder. "Would you like me to be waiting for you like this tonight? Or would you prefer me dressed?" he asked.
"Dressed. I like to unwrap my gifts, and you, lad, are a gift," Scotty answered. "Are you getting hard?" he asked.
"Yes," Pavel answered. "Not fully, not yet, but you know how I am in the mornings..."
"I remember many a morning when you'd press that cock against me to get fully hard," Scotty chuckled. "Even sliding into me, if I was still slick from the night before."
"Yes," Pavel whispered. "So tight, always worried that I was going to hurt you, but you wanted me so much... couldn't refuse if I tried."
"You couldn't hurt me if you tried either," Scotty said. "I know that."
"Never," Pavel whispered. "Except in the way you love to be...."
"The way you love to be too," Scotty was smiling, Pavel knew. "Now lad, I want you to lick your palm, and wrap it around your cock. Make it nice and slick."
Pavel did as Scotty said, licking his palm well and grasping his cock, moaning.
"Stroke yourself, lad, make yourself hard for me," Scotty groaned, and Pavel knew he wasn't the only one with a hand around his cock. He did, though, groaning himself as he felt his cock fill and swell.
"Wish you were here to slide into me now," Pavel sighed. "Or that I could have something inside me."
"Use your fingers, lad, should've got you to get a toy but I know you're too riled up now to get there and back before you get off," Scotty said.
"You know me so well," Pavel murmured, sliding a couple of fingers into his mouth, licking over them as much as possible until they were slick. He could hear Scotty's pants and moans, wondered if he was doing the same thing.
"Now slide the first one in, slow," Scotty said. "Don't rush it, lad... not too much, we have to be quick but we don't have to rush the good parts..."
Pavel grinned, he liked when Scotty got incoherent. "Of course," he said. "I've got it in to the second knuckle, feels almost as good as yours, but not as good as your tongue..."
"This has maybe one advantage over my using my tongue," Scotty said. "I can talk you through it..."
"Mmmhmmm," Pavel agreed, sliding the tip of his finger over his prostate, and moaning.
"Good lad, now you can add the second finger. Once it's in, start stroking again, and stroke your fingers in and out," Scotty gasped it out, his arousal clear in his voice.
"It's almost as good as having you here, except I won't get to hold you," Pavel groaned, his hands working as Scotty had said to do. "You make me so crazy..."
"Keep going, get yourself there now, lad," Scotty gasped out, and for the next few minutes, all Pavel could hear was the sound of Scotty's groans through his own arousal.
Pavel came, feeling his ass clench around his fingers, crying out loudly as he came all over himself. He could hear Scotty's climax over the communicator, and murmured soft Russian phrases to get his lover through it, licking up his own come.
"Such a good lad," Scotty murmured, and Pavel could hear him refastening his uniform after cleaning up. "I'll see you tonight."
"Yes, tonight," Pavel smiled. "Thank you for waking me up so well," he said, turning off the holo-recorder.
"Any time, lad. Any time," Scotty said, and then he broke the communications link.
Pavel lay in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the aftermath of his climax, before getting up to get ready for his shift.
"Tonight, Montgomery Scott, you're not going to know what hit you," he whispered to himself.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing/character: Scotty/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.
Pavel awoke from a deep sleep to the sound of his communicator. It wasn't the sound of a bridge communication and it took him just a moment to register that it was the private frequency Scotty had hooked up for them. That was when he realised that he didn't have a pile of warm Scotsman in bed beside him. He sighed. He always knew falling for an engineer would lead to some loneliness but he really hated waking up alone.
"Yes? Why aren't you beside me?" he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.
"Because I don't argue with Vulcans. They will pull out the logic and beat you over the head with it. And our First Officer wanted my presence half an hour ago. I couldn't wake you and let you know, you needed the sleep after last night," Scotty answered.
"So where are you? On your way back?" Pavel sounded hopeful.
"I wish I was, lad," and the tone was regretful. Pavel decided he would let Scotty off. If the explanation was good. "Captain's orders. Need to take a shuttle down to the planet's surface and do some tests. I could hardly tell him I had the most beautiful Russian lad in all of creation waiting fo rme in bed. Mind you, he probably would have understood... I'll be back tonight."
Pavel flushed. "Flattery might get you interesting places."
"It worked to get me into your bed," Scotty answered.
"Well, yes," Pavel agreed. "Long shuttle flight?" he asked. Casually.
"Long enough," Scotty answered. Not so casually.
"For?" Pavel asked, keeping his tone as neutral as he could.
"What are you wearing?" Scotty asked.
It seemed a non sequitur to Pavel. "I'm still in bed, and you know what I wear to bed when I start off with you in it. Nothing. Unless the sheet and blanket count."
"Mmm, my favourite outfit on you," Scotty purred. "All that lovely skin."
Okay, that made sense, but Pavel still wondered what the point of asking him what he was wearing was. "I'm pushing the blankets off..."
"Good lad," Scotty murmured. "Now just let me wake you up properly. I'm kissing your neck, just soft, the way you like it."
Pavel whimpered - exactly the way he did when Scotty did that.
"Yes, that's right, you like when I kiss there, don't you?" Scotty asked.
"... do," Pavel whispered.
"I know," Scotty said. "Now I'm heading down, nice and slow, kissing and licking."
"God, yes," Pavel followed the path Scotty would take with his mouth, using his fingers. Then a thought occurred. "Do you want me to touch you, too?"
"This is for you, lad," Scotty said. "I'll get off, your cries alone will do that. But the description is for you."
"I'll make it up to you tonight," Pavel promised. "Re-enact this, just as you're saying. Or anything else you want."
"Surprise me," Scotty said. "I love your imagination, lad."
"I'll do that," Pavel replied.
"Good. Now let me get you off," Scotty said. "We only have so long and as much as I anticipate tonight, right now has its merits too. Put your fingers in your mouth, then touch your nipples. Pinch and pull a little."
Pavel did as Scotty said, moaning louder.
"Ah, I love how sensitive you are there," Scotty murmured. "Wish I could see what you look like, laying on our bed..."
Pavel didn't even have to think, he flicked on the holo-recorder. "Would you like me to be waiting for you like this tonight? Or would you prefer me dressed?" he asked.
"Dressed. I like to unwrap my gifts, and you, lad, are a gift," Scotty answered. "Are you getting hard?" he asked.
"Yes," Pavel answered. "Not fully, not yet, but you know how I am in the mornings..."
"I remember many a morning when you'd press that cock against me to get fully hard," Scotty chuckled. "Even sliding into me, if I was still slick from the night before."
"Yes," Pavel whispered. "So tight, always worried that I was going to hurt you, but you wanted me so much... couldn't refuse if I tried."
"You couldn't hurt me if you tried either," Scotty said. "I know that."
"Never," Pavel whispered. "Except in the way you love to be...."
"The way you love to be too," Scotty was smiling, Pavel knew. "Now lad, I want you to lick your palm, and wrap it around your cock. Make it nice and slick."
Pavel did as Scotty said, licking his palm well and grasping his cock, moaning.
"Stroke yourself, lad, make yourself hard for me," Scotty groaned, and Pavel knew he wasn't the only one with a hand around his cock. He did, though, groaning himself as he felt his cock fill and swell.
"Wish you were here to slide into me now," Pavel sighed. "Or that I could have something inside me."
"Use your fingers, lad, should've got you to get a toy but I know you're too riled up now to get there and back before you get off," Scotty said.
"You know me so well," Pavel murmured, sliding a couple of fingers into his mouth, licking over them as much as possible until they were slick. He could hear Scotty's pants and moans, wondered if he was doing the same thing.
"Now slide the first one in, slow," Scotty said. "Don't rush it, lad... not too much, we have to be quick but we don't have to rush the good parts..."
Pavel grinned, he liked when Scotty got incoherent. "Of course," he said. "I've got it in to the second knuckle, feels almost as good as yours, but not as good as your tongue..."
"This has maybe one advantage over my using my tongue," Scotty said. "I can talk you through it..."
"Mmmhmmm," Pavel agreed, sliding the tip of his finger over his prostate, and moaning.
"Good lad, now you can add the second finger. Once it's in, start stroking again, and stroke your fingers in and out," Scotty gasped it out, his arousal clear in his voice.
"It's almost as good as having you here, except I won't get to hold you," Pavel groaned, his hands working as Scotty had said to do. "You make me so crazy..."
"Keep going, get yourself there now, lad," Scotty gasped out, and for the next few minutes, all Pavel could hear was the sound of Scotty's groans through his own arousal.
Pavel came, feeling his ass clench around his fingers, crying out loudly as he came all over himself. He could hear Scotty's climax over the communicator, and murmured soft Russian phrases to get his lover through it, licking up his own come.
"Such a good lad," Scotty murmured, and Pavel could hear him refastening his uniform after cleaning up. "I'll see you tonight."
"Yes, tonight," Pavel smiled. "Thank you for waking me up so well," he said, turning off the holo-recorder.
"Any time, lad. Any time," Scotty said, and then he broke the communications link.
Pavel lay in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the aftermath of his climax, before getting up to get ready for his shift.
"Tonight, Montgomery Scott, you're not going to know what hit you," he whispered to himself.