Vent
Pairing: Chekov solo and voyeur!Kirk
Word Count : 1386
Notes : for thest_xi_kink meme (Prompt Chekov riding a toy and fantasing. Maybe voyeur!kirk (or spock) helping him finish off.)
Rating: NC17
Pavel shifted in his bunk, watching the clock. Sulu would be off by now, which meant that in precisely two minutes he would pass by his door and that familiar squeak that was a tiny flaw in the brand new ship would tell him that coast was clear. He was a good Catholic boy, still feeling that pang of guilt when the lights went off and his hand drifted down to his thigh, ready to give his cock that first delicious touch.
Tonight was different though. He eyed the backpack under his bunk which held the *item* he had brought onto the ship as if it were a few grams of Andorran White Special. The shape was a huge giveaway but it had been thoughtfully packaged in a rectangular hard case which could have been an electric shaver. It was the most shameful, and most exciting thing he had ever owned, and the month of waiting for the promised unmarked package from ‘Wonderful Toys’ online store had been agony.
The squeak came, and the gentle shush of the door on Sulu’s quarters. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he reached slowly into the bag and pulled out the box. He fumbled it as his palm started to sweat and had to make a hasty grab to stop the box hitting the floor. Taking a deep breath he sat up in his bunk and opened the box. There settled in foam rubber was seven inches of hard plastic which the website had promised would warm with his body heat. He flipped open the instruction pamphlet as a force of habit before smiling at himself and replacing it carefully. He put the empty box back into the bag, swapping it for a small bottle of strawberry lubricant. He looked at the two objects in his hands and smirked at the thought of someone walking in on him at this precise moment.
…
Jim’s mouth was wet but he didn’t dare to swallow in case the sound made the doe-eyed boy dart like a startled rabbit. He had been in the ventilation shafts trying to reach Sulu’s room and hide in his closet to get him back for the old itching powder in the uniform prank. Instead a minor miscalculation had seen him crawling across the air con grill over the quarters of one Pavel Chekov and ….well, now he couldn’t tear himself away. He looked down at the young man, only his naked top half showing as he sat under his blanket, weighing up a bottle of something and a…yep, that was a dildo. Jim exhaled as quietly as he could and felt his hips start to ache on the hard metal of the shaft as he lay watching.
Pavel pushed his blanket from his legs and watched his flushed cock bounce up as he felt the dildo already start to warm in his hand. He gave himself a few quick strokes but wanted to get to the main event - he had waited for so long to feel comfortable and secure in his fantasy and now with the toy in his hand and his blood pumping he couldn’t wait a second longer. He squeezed the lube into his hand, not sure of how much was necessary, and slathered it along the length of the dildo. He gripped it, feeling the width and wondering whether he would be able to take the whole thing. Tutting, he realised that he hadn’t yet eased himself open and that he would have to put the dildo down on the bed in order to do it. He was a little disappointed in his lack of planning but put it down to excitement and laid the toy down as he pitched forward and shuffled his knees apart.
…
Jim swallowed at last. He had to or he would have drooled, and that would have given him away as the ship’s resident peeping tom. He watched as the ensign reached his pale hand between his legs and let a finger slip inside himself. With a partner this move could be tentative, but clearly Chekov knew his own body and he was quickly adding his second finger, fucking himself gently. He made no noise but for slightly gaspy breaths but that was enough to make Jim start to rub himself gently onto the floor of the ventilation shaft, his groin warm and wet. His breath hitched as Chekov sat back on his knees and reached for the dildo.
Pavel held the dildo up to his nose to get a hit of the strawberry scent. The lube had come free with the toy and he had a choice between this and the frankly uninviting pineapple flavour. He tentatively let his tongue lap at the slick plastic. The taste wasn’t unpleasant and he rolled the tip over his lips, mimicking something he’d seen in a porno. He leaned forward, moving the dildo between his legs and taking a final deep breath before he let it nudge inside him. He managed about half an inch before his body pushed the object back out. He tried again, resting the tip just against his opening before leaning back and letting his weight take him onto the toy, an unexpected deep moan escaping him. He froze as his muscles tensed around the plastic, and leaned back further.
..
Shifting his position, Jim tried to stay quiet as he bucked into the floor. He had noticed Chekov about a week into cadet training but he really wasn’t his type. However, right now, as the baby faced ensign fucked himself steadily on a good few inches of plastic, Jim would have given his right arm to be the one feeling the benefit. Chekov’s eyelids were fluttering and his brow furrowed sporadically as he rose and fell on the dildo. Far and away Jim’s favourite part of Chekov’s reactions was the periodic pursing of his plump pink lips as he eased out a little breath. Jim thought that if the kid bit his lip he might come there and then. His lips were moving, trying to eek out a word amid his ecstasy. It was almost like he was saying…
..
“Keptin!”
Pavel almost jumped at the volume of his own voice. Although it was only just above a whisper he felt his cheeks get hot. He moved faster, bouncing up on his knees and letting his head loll back on his shoulders, eyes closed. One hand had found its way to his cock and was pumping steadily as he angled the dildo inside him.
“Keptin, keptin da da bozhe moi”
He panted, moving the dildo more freely as his body relaxed. He gave it a few more thrusts and gasped as he nudged his prostate and came over his own fist, letting forth a stream of expletives as his ass clenched around the dildo and a bead of cold sweat ran down between his shoulder blades.
…
Jim grunted as he came in his pants, the sight proving just too much for him and his dry spell of over a month. He had been calling his name, his name! He watched as Chekov slowly pulled out the dildo and deposited it in a bag under his bunk, collapsing onto his back and giving Jim the full frontal view of his lightly muscled body, creamy and supple. He looked so beautiful stretched out like that, his blonde curls clinging with sweat to his forehead and his cheeks flushed pink as strawberry ice cream. He looked well-fucked but angelic all the same and any thought Jim had of going down to that room and making it known that he’d seen everything disappeared as the youth pulled his powder blue blanket over himself and curled into it.
When he heard sleeping breaths escaping from the room below, Jim started to extricate himself from the ventilation shaft, hoping that maintenance wouldn’t ever raise the question of why there was a patch of spunk drying over the vent above Chekov’s room. Maybe one day soon he would see where the land lay with Chekov, see if he couldn’t get into the same room with him the next time he came with his name on his lips. Until then, he left the sleeping ensign to his dreams.
Word Count : 1386
Notes : for thest_xi_kink meme (Prompt Chekov riding a toy and fantasing. Maybe voyeur!kirk (or spock) helping him finish off.)
Rating: NC17
Pavel shifted in his bunk, watching the clock. Sulu would be off by now, which meant that in precisely two minutes he would pass by his door and that familiar squeak that was a tiny flaw in the brand new ship would tell him that coast was clear. He was a good Catholic boy, still feeling that pang of guilt when the lights went off and his hand drifted down to his thigh, ready to give his cock that first delicious touch.
Tonight was different though. He eyed the backpack under his bunk which held the *item* he had brought onto the ship as if it were a few grams of Andorran White Special. The shape was a huge giveaway but it had been thoughtfully packaged in a rectangular hard case which could have been an electric shaver. It was the most shameful, and most exciting thing he had ever owned, and the month of waiting for the promised unmarked package from ‘Wonderful Toys’ online store had been agony.
The squeak came, and the gentle shush of the door on Sulu’s quarters. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he reached slowly into the bag and pulled out the box. He fumbled it as his palm started to sweat and had to make a hasty grab to stop the box hitting the floor. Taking a deep breath he sat up in his bunk and opened the box. There settled in foam rubber was seven inches of hard plastic which the website had promised would warm with his body heat. He flipped open the instruction pamphlet as a force of habit before smiling at himself and replacing it carefully. He put the empty box back into the bag, swapping it for a small bottle of strawberry lubricant. He looked at the two objects in his hands and smirked at the thought of someone walking in on him at this precise moment.
…
Jim’s mouth was wet but he didn’t dare to swallow in case the sound made the doe-eyed boy dart like a startled rabbit. He had been in the ventilation shafts trying to reach Sulu’s room and hide in his closet to get him back for the old itching powder in the uniform prank. Instead a minor miscalculation had seen him crawling across the air con grill over the quarters of one Pavel Chekov and ….well, now he couldn’t tear himself away. He looked down at the young man, only his naked top half showing as he sat under his blanket, weighing up a bottle of something and a…yep, that was a dildo. Jim exhaled as quietly as he could and felt his hips start to ache on the hard metal of the shaft as he lay watching.
Pavel pushed his blanket from his legs and watched his flushed cock bounce up as he felt the dildo already start to warm in his hand. He gave himself a few quick strokes but wanted to get to the main event - he had waited for so long to feel comfortable and secure in his fantasy and now with the toy in his hand and his blood pumping he couldn’t wait a second longer. He squeezed the lube into his hand, not sure of how much was necessary, and slathered it along the length of the dildo. He gripped it, feeling the width and wondering whether he would be able to take the whole thing. Tutting, he realised that he hadn’t yet eased himself open and that he would have to put the dildo down on the bed in order to do it. He was a little disappointed in his lack of planning but put it down to excitement and laid the toy down as he pitched forward and shuffled his knees apart.
…
Jim swallowed at last. He had to or he would have drooled, and that would have given him away as the ship’s resident peeping tom. He watched as the ensign reached his pale hand between his legs and let a finger slip inside himself. With a partner this move could be tentative, but clearly Chekov knew his own body and he was quickly adding his second finger, fucking himself gently. He made no noise but for slightly gaspy breaths but that was enough to make Jim start to rub himself gently onto the floor of the ventilation shaft, his groin warm and wet. His breath hitched as Chekov sat back on his knees and reached for the dildo.
Pavel held the dildo up to his nose to get a hit of the strawberry scent. The lube had come free with the toy and he had a choice between this and the frankly uninviting pineapple flavour. He tentatively let his tongue lap at the slick plastic. The taste wasn’t unpleasant and he rolled the tip over his lips, mimicking something he’d seen in a porno. He leaned forward, moving the dildo between his legs and taking a final deep breath before he let it nudge inside him. He managed about half an inch before his body pushed the object back out. He tried again, resting the tip just against his opening before leaning back and letting his weight take him onto the toy, an unexpected deep moan escaping him. He froze as his muscles tensed around the plastic, and leaned back further.
..
Shifting his position, Jim tried to stay quiet as he bucked into the floor. He had noticed Chekov about a week into cadet training but he really wasn’t his type. However, right now, as the baby faced ensign fucked himself steadily on a good few inches of plastic, Jim would have given his right arm to be the one feeling the benefit. Chekov’s eyelids were fluttering and his brow furrowed sporadically as he rose and fell on the dildo. Far and away Jim’s favourite part of Chekov’s reactions was the periodic pursing of his plump pink lips as he eased out a little breath. Jim thought that if the kid bit his lip he might come there and then. His lips were moving, trying to eek out a word amid his ecstasy. It was almost like he was saying…
..
“Keptin!”
Pavel almost jumped at the volume of his own voice. Although it was only just above a whisper he felt his cheeks get hot. He moved faster, bouncing up on his knees and letting his head loll back on his shoulders, eyes closed. One hand had found its way to his cock and was pumping steadily as he angled the dildo inside him.
“Keptin, keptin da da bozhe moi”
He panted, moving the dildo more freely as his body relaxed. He gave it a few more thrusts and gasped as he nudged his prostate and came over his own fist, letting forth a stream of expletives as his ass clenched around the dildo and a bead of cold sweat ran down between his shoulder blades.
…
Jim grunted as he came in his pants, the sight proving just too much for him and his dry spell of over a month. He had been calling his name, his name! He watched as Chekov slowly pulled out the dildo and deposited it in a bag under his bunk, collapsing onto his back and giving Jim the full frontal view of his lightly muscled body, creamy and supple. He looked so beautiful stretched out like that, his blonde curls clinging with sweat to his forehead and his cheeks flushed pink as strawberry ice cream. He looked well-fucked but angelic all the same and any thought Jim had of going down to that room and making it known that he’d seen everything disappeared as the youth pulled his powder blue blanket over himself and curled into it.
When he heard sleeping breaths escaping from the room below, Jim started to extricate himself from the ventilation shaft, hoping that maintenance wouldn’t ever raise the question of why there was a patch of spunk drying over the vent above Chekov’s room. Maybe one day soon he would see where the land lay with Chekov, see if he couldn’t get into the same room with him the next time he came with his name on his lips. Until then, he left the sleeping ensign to his dreams.