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therumjournalsTitle: Dancing with the Devil – A Star Trek Halloween (Part 2/3)
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Fandom: Star Trek XI
Word Count: 3,165
Rating: NC-17 (see warning)
Pairings (in Part 2): Chekov/Everyone, brief mention of Gaila/Uhura
Description: Chekov has the greatest night of his life.
Warnings: consensual gang-banging and a little blood
Part 1 is here.
Pimp Sulu slid the silver tip of his cane down Chekov’s cheek and over the borrowed uniform, until it disappeared momentarily beneath the mini skirt. Chekov jumped a little bit, then bit the tip of his finger and smiled shyly at Sulu. He looked as though he had been waiting his whole life for this.
Bones put a hand on Jim's shoulder. "Jim, did you know about this?"
"How do you think Uhura got me to hand over my uniform?" Jim whispered back to him with a smile.
"Brilliant," Scotty muttered behind them.
Kirk glanced around their little circle. Scotty was actually rubbing his hands together and licking his lips, which was what Kirk would have liked to be doing, but was managing (for once) to restrain himself. Spock looked quite...fascinated. Bones was studiously NOT looking at Chekov.
"Ensign Chekov, given your awareness that much of the crew possesses a certain level of sexual attraction toward you, it seems your choice of costume is somewhat illogical," said Spock, without taking his eyes off Chekov's ass.
"Given my 'level' of sexual attraction toward much of the crew, I think it is highly... logical," said Chekov, batting his mascara-enhanced eyelashes.
"Spock, could you please remind us of the Starfleet regulations that explain why this is not a good idea," Bones demanded.
"I would not know where to begin," Spock murmured, still staring.
Kirk caught Chekov’s eye and winked. “Hey baby,” he said, just loud enough for the others to hear. “Think you can handle all of us in one night?”
Chekov stepped closer, smiling seductively, and put a hand on Kirk’s chest. The smirk disappeared from Jim’s face as Chekov gave him a shove, pushing him back into a chair. Chekov ran a hand over Jim’s cheek and slowly straddled his lap. He leaned in, his lips just brushing Jim’s ear, and whispered, “I can do zat.”
Jim bit his lip and tried to keep breathing evenly. Tentatively, he reached his hands up, sliding them slowly over Chekov’s hips, down over his ass, and sneaking up under his skirt. His eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my God, you guys…he’s not wearing anything under here, I swear to God!” He laughed nervously as Chekov ran his hands through Jim’s hair. Jim pulled his hands away and leaned back, but his hips tilted up involuntarily. Chekov smiled and licked his lips. Jim fought to maintain control over himself. Fulfilling sexual fantasies was one thing, but jizzing in one's pants in the middle of a party would just be embarrassing for a starship captain. Thankfully, at that moment a hand gripped Chekov’s shoulder tightly, and they heard Spock’s dry voice.
“I think, gentlemen, that perhaps we should continue our activities in a more…private location,” he said, sounding for all the world as if he were suggesting moving the chess board to a table with more light. Only Kirk could tell that Spock was suppressing a more animal lust, a wildness showing in his eyes.
Sulu pulled Chekov gently off the captain’s lap and led the little party toward the door.
Bones held Jim back by his shoulder. “Jim, do you really think this is a good idea? I mean, don’t you think people will notice? What about Uhura?”
Jim looked back into the room. “Bones, I don’t think Uhura’s going to mind very much. Check it out.” He gestured toward the corner. Uhura was still in her “captain’s chair,” but now there was a very enthusiastic Gaila sprawled across her lap in a French maid costume, giggling and whispering in her ear. Having regained his composure somewhat, Jim couldn’t help but call over to them.
“Hey Gaila! That’s not me, you know! Just in case you got confused by the uniform.”
Gaila shot him a glare and gave him the finger before turning her full attention back to Uhura. Kirk muttered something about picking up “Earth customs” and turned to follow Bones, who had apparently forgotten his misgivings and was walking quickly to catch up with the others.
*
"Where are we going? Wait…"
"Your room's closest, Bones. And I'm just saying, I really don't think Spock can make it much longer without jumping Chekov."
"Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor not a madam! My room is not a brothel!"
Jim didn't hear him because he was busy overriding the lock on Bones' door. Captain’s privilege and all that. He winked at Bones as the door slid open.
"Lights at 25%," Jim said as they walked in. The room was plunged into near darkness.
"Lights at 75%," amended Scotty. "What?" he asked as the others looked at him curiously. "I want to be able to see what's goin' on!"
Jim shrugged and dropped onto the bed, scooting back to lean against the wall with his feet out in front of him. Bones followed him and pushed his legs off the bed. "Can you at least keep your boots off of my bed?"
Jim grabbed the front of Bones' t-shirt and pulled him down onto the bed. He brought him closer until Bones could feel his warm breath on his ear. "I'll tell you what, Bonesy," he whispered. "After tonight, we'll get you a whole new bed." He caught Bones' earlobe between his teeth for a second, then let go.
"Don't call me Bonesy," Bones growled.
Jim smiled and leaned in for a long, sweet kiss.
They were rudely interrupted as first Jim and then Bones were yanked bodily off of the bed, landing hard on the floor and both rubbing their shoulders. "What the hell, Spock?" Jim asked, scowling.
Bones leaned towards him. "I think that was the Vulcan sex pinch."
"Seriously. Never mess with a horny Vulcan, I've always said."
Bones rolled his eyes. There was a loud thump and Jim and Bones backed quickly away from the bed to see Chekov sprawled on the mattress, followed quickly by Spock on his hands and knees, looking unmistakably predatory. Chekov scrambled onto his knees to face him, and Spock reached out tentatively to take hold of his shoulders. Chekov leaned in to capture Spock’s lips in his with a passion that matched Spock’s own. When they pulled back from the kiss, Spock pulled his sunglasses off and threw them to the side. He started to pull off his leather jacket, but Chekov stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Please…leave the jacket on…I sink it makes you look wery…dangerous.”
Spock left the jacket on.
Chekov ran his hands over Spock’s arms, then leaned in and touched his tongue to the leather, running it up the jacket, biting at the collar, dipping under to lick Spock’s collarbone, up to his neck, and over the tip of his ear. Spock shuddered and grabbed Chekov roughly by the arm, flipping him onto his stomach. Jim and Bones exchanged a concerned look but as Chekov’s moan implied more pleasure than pain, they shrugged and stood up for a better view.
Chekov was facedown on the bed, squirming in pleasant anticipation. Spock pulled at Chekov’s hips up until he was on his knees, then slid his hands under the mini skirt, lifting it to expose Chekov’s firm, inviting ass. Kirk bit his lip, Bones broke into a sweat, and Scotty had to close his mouth and wipe a little bit of drool off his chin. Sulu tossed a bottle of lube toward the bed, which Spock caught neatly with one hand, his eyes never leaving Chekov’s ass. Spock had a hand on his zipper when he paused.
“Gentleman, might I respectfully ask you not to observe.”
Jim laughed. “Sorry Spock, you get to go first, you get an audience.”
Spock hesitated for a moment, but Jim could practically hear him think “Fuck it” as he quickly got his zipper undone and squirted a generous amount of lube over his fingers and cock.
There was a collective intake of breath as Spock slid a finger into Chekov. He added a second finger and twisted. Chekov lifted his head from the pillow long enough to moan “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” and then bucked back toward Spock, wanting more. Spock pulled out his fingers, grabbed Chekov by the hips, and positioned himself, the head of his cock pushing lightly at Chekov’s tight entrance. He pushed in slowly, his eyes closed, lust throbbing through him as he felt the last barriers of his restraint fading away. He wanted to move, to thrust and grip and take, but he had to be sure. As if knowing what he wanted, Chekov answered him, panting, “Yes, Commander, please, I want everything you can give me, oh god, please, please, take me, I am yours.”
Spock moaned involuntarily and pushed himself the rest of the way in, pulled back, and thrust in again, hard. Chekov was so tight, so hot and ready, his muscles clenching, squeezing around Spock, in a give and take that had both of them seeing stars. Spock was silent, the only sounds in the room Chekov’s eager panting and the slap of skin on skin as Spock got a rhythm going. Spock thrilled at every sensation, pulling out and slamming back in and holding onto Chekov’s hips as though he were trying to get away, which he most definitely was not. Chekov didn’t have to do much though, except remember to breath, as every thrust sent white hot flashes through his body and had him biting the pillow to keep from screaming out in pleasure. He was going to come, he knew he was, but he wanted to hold on for Commander Spock, wanted to wait for him, but he could feel the pressure building and then he was coming, tightening his muscles, and then Spock was coming too, cock spasming inside of him as the pleasure of release washed over them both. They collapsed together onto the bed, Chekov rolling lazily onto his back, letting Spock kiss him and slide a leg over his hips, as if claiming ownership.
It was an ownership that wouldn’t last however, not tonight at least, and Scotty was climbing onto the bed, drunk with lust, having almost lost control of himself just watching Spock and Chekov going at it. He pressed his body up against Chekov’s, as Spock dragged himself off the bed onto the floor, mumbling something about assuming a Vulcan meditation position. Scotty ran his hand down Chekov’s chest and stomach, dipping under his skirt to touch him lightly. He brought his hand back up, holding his fingers to Chekov’s lips, letting him taste himself, which he did, eagerly, taking Scotty’s fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking earnestly.
“Aye laddie,” Scotty breathed, still amazed by Chekov’s sexual abandon.
“Oh yes,” moaned Chekov, as Scotty slid his fingers out of his mouth, “Talk Scottish to me!”
*
Bones stood next to Sulu against the wall, unable to take his eyes off what was going on. “Sulu, doesn’t this bother you? Sharing him like this?”
Sulu laughed. “Doctor, I get this every night. It’s the least I can do for him.”
The truth was that Kirk and Sulu had enjoyed a few end-of-shift storage room trysts before things had gotten serious with Chekov, and one since, during which Sulu had brought up the idea. Kirk had been somewhat skeptical, but when Sulu had gone into more detail, he’d become rather intrigued.
“You have no idea how much Pavel’s been wanting this,” Sulu continued. “My first clue that he was fantasizing about other crewmembers was when he started paying excessive attention to the tops of my ears every night. Then when he started asking me to say ‘Kirk out’ as I was coming, I figured it was time to take a more drastic approach.”
“Are you serious?”
“You’re not off the hook either, Doctor. He stole an empty hypospray from sickbay and asked me to shove him down on the bed and pretend to stab him in the neck with it.”
Bones scowled. “What is it with you people, that is NOT the only thing I do!” Sulu looked skeptical.
“Maybe you should try it sometime. It’s pretty hot,” Sulu admitted. Bones rolled his eyes.
“Sweet Lord,” said Bones, “that is one horny boyfriend you’ve got there, Sulu. At least he didn’t try to get you to say ‘Punch it’.”
“Oh, he did. Let’s just be thankful that Admiral Pike wasn’t invited to our little Halloween party.”
Their attention was diverted to the bed, where Scotty was emphatically saying “No!” and Chekov was pleading “Yes!” Sulu raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not goin’ to bite you. These things are really sharp.”
Chekov was writhing underneath him, arching his back and stretching his neck out. “Bite me, bite me, bite me!” he yelled.
“Alright,” Scotty said, resigned. “But only a wee bite.”
Chekov grinned and twisted his hips, sending shocks of pleasure through Scotty’s groin. Scotty leaned closer, opening his mouth and touching one sharp fang to Chekov’s waiting neck. A droplet of blood appeared, dark red against pale flesh. Scotty pulled back to look at it, groaned, and leaned forward to lick and suck at the broken skin. Chekov gasped at the sharp prick and he felt the pull of Scotty’s mouth on his skin echo all the way to his groin. The brief intensity of the pain mixed with the pleasure of Scotty’s thick cock filling him, and he begged for more. Scotty had never experienced anything more erotic than the copper taste of Chekov’s blood on his tongue, and he sank both fangs slowly into Chekov’s neck.
"This turning you on, Bones?" Jim asked quietly. "You've always had a thing about sharp objects to the neck."
"I don't think he realizes how dangerous that is. He's very close to the cartoid artery."
"Bones, you may not have noticed, but Chekov seems to have a little hard-on for danger."
"I've noticed. And I wouldn't say 'little'."
"Good point."
Chekov’s scream almost had Bones running over to apply pressure, but he was only screaming in pleasure, as he spurted his release over Scotty’s hand. Scotty was also crying out, but it was more of a “whoop” than a scream, and he may have actually thrown his arms in the air in a sign of victory before he collapsed, exhausted, on top of Chekov. They lay still for a moment, their breaths quieting and hearts pounding. Scotty propped himself up on an elbow for one last swipe of his tongue over the final drop of blood making its way down Chekov’s neck.
Chekov grinned at him and stretched across the bed, turning onto his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows. He blew a kiss to Sulu, who was sprawled in a chair, one hand resting on the silver top of his pimp cane, the other slowly stroking his dick. Chekov turned to Bones and Jim. “Who’s next?” he asked, licking his lips.
Bones glanced quickly at Kirk. “I believe the Captain should have that honor,” he drawled, but his eyes were drawn back to Chekov, raking over sprawled legs, exposed ass, mussed hair, and swollen lips. Goddammit, he was far too pretty for a boy.
"Actually Bones, I think Chekov's more in need of a doctor right now," Jim said with a wink, nudging him gently.
Bones bit his lip, hesitating. “Jim, I…”
“Come on, Bones,” said Jim, pushing him another step toward the bed. Bones knelt at the end of the bed and took Chekov’s face in his hands, stroking his thumbs over cheekbones and threading his fingers in Chekov’s curls. Jim stood next to Bones, his hand idly straying into Bones’ hair. Bones closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire.
He stood abruptly, pulling Chekov up by the front of his shirt to stand facing him. They kissed passionately, frantically even, running their hands over each other’s bodies. Jim had moved to stand against the wall, so he was surprised when Bones spun Chekov around and pushed him in Jim’s direction. Jim caught Chekov by the shoulders and pulled him close, looking at Bones with a question in his eyes. Bones had his jeans undone and Chekov’s skirt lifted up over his hips, but he grabbed hold of Jim’s hands and threaded their fingers together, sliding them down until they both had a firm grip on Chekov’s waist. Jim’s achingly hard cock was still trapped beneath his tight pirate pants, and he rutted shamelessly against Chekov as he kissed him sloppily. Bones nipped the back of Chekov’s neck, licking at the sweat that was beading there as he prepared to push himself into Chekov’s still-tight ass. Bones locked eyes with Jim over Chekov’s shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you little slut,” he growled into Chekov’s ear. Chekov tipped his head back, gasping in pleasure as Bones entered him. Jim reached up to cup the back of Bones’ head, pulling him close until their lips met, tangling their tongues together. Chekov moaned in pleasure, sandwiched between his superior officers as they used him to slake their lust, McCoy’s cock pumping in and out of him while Kirk ground against him. He could feel Kirk’s heart pounding as Bones pushed deeper into him and it was amazingly hot to be held in the middle of that, to feel their desire, their desperation. Bones pulled away from Jim to grip Chekov’s hips and pick up his speed, feeling the burn of friction, each thrust wresting a gasp from Chekov, until Bones could hold on no longer and came hard, his eyes never leaving Jim’s.
Jim was fighting off orgasm for at least the second time that night, barely holding it together as he held Bones’ gaze. Bones stumbled backwards, weak-kneed, sitting abruptly on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Chekov collapsed against Kirk, smiling and mumbling something about “saving the best for last.” Kirk was so desperate that he didn’t even bother to make a “plunder your booty” comment before he was bending Chekov over the bed, pushing his skirt up, and plunging his aching cock into Chekov’s slick hole. The thought that it was Bones’ come surrounding his dick made him groan with lust, and it was only three or four fast, desperate thrusts before he was coming himself. The release felt amazing, sending shockwaves through his body, and he kissed Chekov lightly on the neck before collapsing onto the bed, where he nuzzled into Bones’ thigh and sighed in exhausted satisfaction. Bones lay back on the bed, his hands behind his head, overwhelmed with a combination of residual lust, sexual release, and a nagging regret that he pushed to the back of his mind. Chekov dragged himself over to Sulu and curled up on his lap. Spock and Scotty were practically passed out on the floor. Bones pushed himself up wearily onto his elbows and in a rough voice told everyone to get the fuck out of his room.
To be continued…here
A/N: Bones’ line “He’s far too pretty for a boy” was lovingly ganked from this story bytwisting_vine_x
Author:
therumjournalsFandom: Star Trek XI
Word Count: 3,165
Rating: NC-17 (see warning)
Pairings (in Part 2): Chekov/Everyone, brief mention of Gaila/Uhura
Description: Chekov has the greatest night of his life.
Warnings: consensual gang-banging and a little blood
Part 1 is here.
Pimp Sulu slid the silver tip of his cane down Chekov’s cheek and over the borrowed uniform, until it disappeared momentarily beneath the mini skirt. Chekov jumped a little bit, then bit the tip of his finger and smiled shyly at Sulu. He looked as though he had been waiting his whole life for this.
Bones put a hand on Jim's shoulder. "Jim, did you know about this?"
"How do you think Uhura got me to hand over my uniform?" Jim whispered back to him with a smile.
"Brilliant," Scotty muttered behind them.
Kirk glanced around their little circle. Scotty was actually rubbing his hands together and licking his lips, which was what Kirk would have liked to be doing, but was managing (for once) to restrain himself. Spock looked quite...fascinated. Bones was studiously NOT looking at Chekov.
"Ensign Chekov, given your awareness that much of the crew possesses a certain level of sexual attraction toward you, it seems your choice of costume is somewhat illogical," said Spock, without taking his eyes off Chekov's ass.
"Given my 'level' of sexual attraction toward much of the crew, I think it is highly... logical," said Chekov, batting his mascara-enhanced eyelashes.
"Spock, could you please remind us of the Starfleet regulations that explain why this is not a good idea," Bones demanded.
"I would not know where to begin," Spock murmured, still staring.
Kirk caught Chekov’s eye and winked. “Hey baby,” he said, just loud enough for the others to hear. “Think you can handle all of us in one night?”
Chekov stepped closer, smiling seductively, and put a hand on Kirk’s chest. The smirk disappeared from Jim’s face as Chekov gave him a shove, pushing him back into a chair. Chekov ran a hand over Jim’s cheek and slowly straddled his lap. He leaned in, his lips just brushing Jim’s ear, and whispered, “I can do zat.”
Jim bit his lip and tried to keep breathing evenly. Tentatively, he reached his hands up, sliding them slowly over Chekov’s hips, down over his ass, and sneaking up under his skirt. His eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my God, you guys…he’s not wearing anything under here, I swear to God!” He laughed nervously as Chekov ran his hands through Jim’s hair. Jim pulled his hands away and leaned back, but his hips tilted up involuntarily. Chekov smiled and licked his lips. Jim fought to maintain control over himself. Fulfilling sexual fantasies was one thing, but jizzing in one's pants in the middle of a party would just be embarrassing for a starship captain. Thankfully, at that moment a hand gripped Chekov’s shoulder tightly, and they heard Spock’s dry voice.
“I think, gentlemen, that perhaps we should continue our activities in a more…private location,” he said, sounding for all the world as if he were suggesting moving the chess board to a table with more light. Only Kirk could tell that Spock was suppressing a more animal lust, a wildness showing in his eyes.
Sulu pulled Chekov gently off the captain’s lap and led the little party toward the door.
Bones held Jim back by his shoulder. “Jim, do you really think this is a good idea? I mean, don’t you think people will notice? What about Uhura?”
Jim looked back into the room. “Bones, I don’t think Uhura’s going to mind very much. Check it out.” He gestured toward the corner. Uhura was still in her “captain’s chair,” but now there was a very enthusiastic Gaila sprawled across her lap in a French maid costume, giggling and whispering in her ear. Having regained his composure somewhat, Jim couldn’t help but call over to them.
“Hey Gaila! That’s not me, you know! Just in case you got confused by the uniform.”
Gaila shot him a glare and gave him the finger before turning her full attention back to Uhura. Kirk muttered something about picking up “Earth customs” and turned to follow Bones, who had apparently forgotten his misgivings and was walking quickly to catch up with the others.
*
"Where are we going? Wait…"
"Your room's closest, Bones. And I'm just saying, I really don't think Spock can make it much longer without jumping Chekov."
"Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor not a madam! My room is not a brothel!"
Jim didn't hear him because he was busy overriding the lock on Bones' door. Captain’s privilege and all that. He winked at Bones as the door slid open.
"Lights at 25%," Jim said as they walked in. The room was plunged into near darkness.
"Lights at 75%," amended Scotty. "What?" he asked as the others looked at him curiously. "I want to be able to see what's goin' on!"
Jim shrugged and dropped onto the bed, scooting back to lean against the wall with his feet out in front of him. Bones followed him and pushed his legs off the bed. "Can you at least keep your boots off of my bed?"
Jim grabbed the front of Bones' t-shirt and pulled him down onto the bed. He brought him closer until Bones could feel his warm breath on his ear. "I'll tell you what, Bonesy," he whispered. "After tonight, we'll get you a whole new bed." He caught Bones' earlobe between his teeth for a second, then let go.
"Don't call me Bonesy," Bones growled.
Jim smiled and leaned in for a long, sweet kiss.
They were rudely interrupted as first Jim and then Bones were yanked bodily off of the bed, landing hard on the floor and both rubbing their shoulders. "What the hell, Spock?" Jim asked, scowling.
Bones leaned towards him. "I think that was the Vulcan sex pinch."
"Seriously. Never mess with a horny Vulcan, I've always said."
Bones rolled his eyes. There was a loud thump and Jim and Bones backed quickly away from the bed to see Chekov sprawled on the mattress, followed quickly by Spock on his hands and knees, looking unmistakably predatory. Chekov scrambled onto his knees to face him, and Spock reached out tentatively to take hold of his shoulders. Chekov leaned in to capture Spock’s lips in his with a passion that matched Spock’s own. When they pulled back from the kiss, Spock pulled his sunglasses off and threw them to the side. He started to pull off his leather jacket, but Chekov stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Please…leave the jacket on…I sink it makes you look wery…dangerous.”
Spock left the jacket on.
Chekov ran his hands over Spock’s arms, then leaned in and touched his tongue to the leather, running it up the jacket, biting at the collar, dipping under to lick Spock’s collarbone, up to his neck, and over the tip of his ear. Spock shuddered and grabbed Chekov roughly by the arm, flipping him onto his stomach. Jim and Bones exchanged a concerned look but as Chekov’s moan implied more pleasure than pain, they shrugged and stood up for a better view.
Chekov was facedown on the bed, squirming in pleasant anticipation. Spock pulled at Chekov’s hips up until he was on his knees, then slid his hands under the mini skirt, lifting it to expose Chekov’s firm, inviting ass. Kirk bit his lip, Bones broke into a sweat, and Scotty had to close his mouth and wipe a little bit of drool off his chin. Sulu tossed a bottle of lube toward the bed, which Spock caught neatly with one hand, his eyes never leaving Chekov’s ass. Spock had a hand on his zipper when he paused.
“Gentleman, might I respectfully ask you not to observe.”
Jim laughed. “Sorry Spock, you get to go first, you get an audience.”
Spock hesitated for a moment, but Jim could practically hear him think “Fuck it” as he quickly got his zipper undone and squirted a generous amount of lube over his fingers and cock.
There was a collective intake of breath as Spock slid a finger into Chekov. He added a second finger and twisted. Chekov lifted his head from the pillow long enough to moan “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” and then bucked back toward Spock, wanting more. Spock pulled out his fingers, grabbed Chekov by the hips, and positioned himself, the head of his cock pushing lightly at Chekov’s tight entrance. He pushed in slowly, his eyes closed, lust throbbing through him as he felt the last barriers of his restraint fading away. He wanted to move, to thrust and grip and take, but he had to be sure. As if knowing what he wanted, Chekov answered him, panting, “Yes, Commander, please, I want everything you can give me, oh god, please, please, take me, I am yours.”
Spock moaned involuntarily and pushed himself the rest of the way in, pulled back, and thrust in again, hard. Chekov was so tight, so hot and ready, his muscles clenching, squeezing around Spock, in a give and take that had both of them seeing stars. Spock was silent, the only sounds in the room Chekov’s eager panting and the slap of skin on skin as Spock got a rhythm going. Spock thrilled at every sensation, pulling out and slamming back in and holding onto Chekov’s hips as though he were trying to get away, which he most definitely was not. Chekov didn’t have to do much though, except remember to breath, as every thrust sent white hot flashes through his body and had him biting the pillow to keep from screaming out in pleasure. He was going to come, he knew he was, but he wanted to hold on for Commander Spock, wanted to wait for him, but he could feel the pressure building and then he was coming, tightening his muscles, and then Spock was coming too, cock spasming inside of him as the pleasure of release washed over them both. They collapsed together onto the bed, Chekov rolling lazily onto his back, letting Spock kiss him and slide a leg over his hips, as if claiming ownership.
It was an ownership that wouldn’t last however, not tonight at least, and Scotty was climbing onto the bed, drunk with lust, having almost lost control of himself just watching Spock and Chekov going at it. He pressed his body up against Chekov’s, as Spock dragged himself off the bed onto the floor, mumbling something about assuming a Vulcan meditation position. Scotty ran his hand down Chekov’s chest and stomach, dipping under his skirt to touch him lightly. He brought his hand back up, holding his fingers to Chekov’s lips, letting him taste himself, which he did, eagerly, taking Scotty’s fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking earnestly.
“Aye laddie,” Scotty breathed, still amazed by Chekov’s sexual abandon.
“Oh yes,” moaned Chekov, as Scotty slid his fingers out of his mouth, “Talk Scottish to me!”
*
Bones stood next to Sulu against the wall, unable to take his eyes off what was going on. “Sulu, doesn’t this bother you? Sharing him like this?”
Sulu laughed. “Doctor, I get this every night. It’s the least I can do for him.”
The truth was that Kirk and Sulu had enjoyed a few end-of-shift storage room trysts before things had gotten serious with Chekov, and one since, during which Sulu had brought up the idea. Kirk had been somewhat skeptical, but when Sulu had gone into more detail, he’d become rather intrigued.
“You have no idea how much Pavel’s been wanting this,” Sulu continued. “My first clue that he was fantasizing about other crewmembers was when he started paying excessive attention to the tops of my ears every night. Then when he started asking me to say ‘Kirk out’ as I was coming, I figured it was time to take a more drastic approach.”
“Are you serious?”
“You’re not off the hook either, Doctor. He stole an empty hypospray from sickbay and asked me to shove him down on the bed and pretend to stab him in the neck with it.”
Bones scowled. “What is it with you people, that is NOT the only thing I do!” Sulu looked skeptical.
“Maybe you should try it sometime. It’s pretty hot,” Sulu admitted. Bones rolled his eyes.
“Sweet Lord,” said Bones, “that is one horny boyfriend you’ve got there, Sulu. At least he didn’t try to get you to say ‘Punch it’.”
“Oh, he did. Let’s just be thankful that Admiral Pike wasn’t invited to our little Halloween party.”
Their attention was diverted to the bed, where Scotty was emphatically saying “No!” and Chekov was pleading “Yes!” Sulu raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not goin’ to bite you. These things are really sharp.”
Chekov was writhing underneath him, arching his back and stretching his neck out. “Bite me, bite me, bite me!” he yelled.
“Alright,” Scotty said, resigned. “But only a wee bite.”
Chekov grinned and twisted his hips, sending shocks of pleasure through Scotty’s groin. Scotty leaned closer, opening his mouth and touching one sharp fang to Chekov’s waiting neck. A droplet of blood appeared, dark red against pale flesh. Scotty pulled back to look at it, groaned, and leaned forward to lick and suck at the broken skin. Chekov gasped at the sharp prick and he felt the pull of Scotty’s mouth on his skin echo all the way to his groin. The brief intensity of the pain mixed with the pleasure of Scotty’s thick cock filling him, and he begged for more. Scotty had never experienced anything more erotic than the copper taste of Chekov’s blood on his tongue, and he sank both fangs slowly into Chekov’s neck.
"This turning you on, Bones?" Jim asked quietly. "You've always had a thing about sharp objects to the neck."
"I don't think he realizes how dangerous that is. He's very close to the cartoid artery."
"Bones, you may not have noticed, but Chekov seems to have a little hard-on for danger."
"I've noticed. And I wouldn't say 'little'."
"Good point."
Chekov’s scream almost had Bones running over to apply pressure, but he was only screaming in pleasure, as he spurted his release over Scotty’s hand. Scotty was also crying out, but it was more of a “whoop” than a scream, and he may have actually thrown his arms in the air in a sign of victory before he collapsed, exhausted, on top of Chekov. They lay still for a moment, their breaths quieting and hearts pounding. Scotty propped himself up on an elbow for one last swipe of his tongue over the final drop of blood making its way down Chekov’s neck.
Chekov grinned at him and stretched across the bed, turning onto his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows. He blew a kiss to Sulu, who was sprawled in a chair, one hand resting on the silver top of his pimp cane, the other slowly stroking his dick. Chekov turned to Bones and Jim. “Who’s next?” he asked, licking his lips.
Bones glanced quickly at Kirk. “I believe the Captain should have that honor,” he drawled, but his eyes were drawn back to Chekov, raking over sprawled legs, exposed ass, mussed hair, and swollen lips. Goddammit, he was far too pretty for a boy.
"Actually Bones, I think Chekov's more in need of a doctor right now," Jim said with a wink, nudging him gently.
Bones bit his lip, hesitating. “Jim, I…”
“Come on, Bones,” said Jim, pushing him another step toward the bed. Bones knelt at the end of the bed and took Chekov’s face in his hands, stroking his thumbs over cheekbones and threading his fingers in Chekov’s curls. Jim stood next to Bones, his hand idly straying into Bones’ hair. Bones closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire.
He stood abruptly, pulling Chekov up by the front of his shirt to stand facing him. They kissed passionately, frantically even, running their hands over each other’s bodies. Jim had moved to stand against the wall, so he was surprised when Bones spun Chekov around and pushed him in Jim’s direction. Jim caught Chekov by the shoulders and pulled him close, looking at Bones with a question in his eyes. Bones had his jeans undone and Chekov’s skirt lifted up over his hips, but he grabbed hold of Jim’s hands and threaded their fingers together, sliding them down until they both had a firm grip on Chekov’s waist. Jim’s achingly hard cock was still trapped beneath his tight pirate pants, and he rutted shamelessly against Chekov as he kissed him sloppily. Bones nipped the back of Chekov’s neck, licking at the sweat that was beading there as he prepared to push himself into Chekov’s still-tight ass. Bones locked eyes with Jim over Chekov’s shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you little slut,” he growled into Chekov’s ear. Chekov tipped his head back, gasping in pleasure as Bones entered him. Jim reached up to cup the back of Bones’ head, pulling him close until their lips met, tangling their tongues together. Chekov moaned in pleasure, sandwiched between his superior officers as they used him to slake their lust, McCoy’s cock pumping in and out of him while Kirk ground against him. He could feel Kirk’s heart pounding as Bones pushed deeper into him and it was amazingly hot to be held in the middle of that, to feel their desire, their desperation. Bones pulled away from Jim to grip Chekov’s hips and pick up his speed, feeling the burn of friction, each thrust wresting a gasp from Chekov, until Bones could hold on no longer and came hard, his eyes never leaving Jim’s.
Jim was fighting off orgasm for at least the second time that night, barely holding it together as he held Bones’ gaze. Bones stumbled backwards, weak-kneed, sitting abruptly on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Chekov collapsed against Kirk, smiling and mumbling something about “saving the best for last.” Kirk was so desperate that he didn’t even bother to make a “plunder your booty” comment before he was bending Chekov over the bed, pushing his skirt up, and plunging his aching cock into Chekov’s slick hole. The thought that it was Bones’ come surrounding his dick made him groan with lust, and it was only three or four fast, desperate thrusts before he was coming himself. The release felt amazing, sending shockwaves through his body, and he kissed Chekov lightly on the neck before collapsing onto the bed, where he nuzzled into Bones’ thigh and sighed in exhausted satisfaction. Bones lay back on the bed, his hands behind his head, overwhelmed with a combination of residual lust, sexual release, and a nagging regret that he pushed to the back of his mind. Chekov dragged himself over to Sulu and curled up on his lap. Spock and Scotty were practically passed out on the floor. Bones pushed himself up wearily onto his elbows and in a rough voice told everyone to get the fuck out of his room.
To be continued…here
A/N: Bones’ line “He’s far too pretty for a boy” was lovingly ganked from this story by
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