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drive_through_rxTitle: The Joy of Gay Sex (Workshop)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu(+McCoy)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2020
Notes: STKM, prompt: Sulu and Chekov come to Bones looking for advice about gay sexin', hands on lessons occur. I... probably should be more embarrassed about this than I am.
"You couldn't have asked Doctor M'Benga about this?" McCoy said uncomfortably, looking from the youngest crew member of the Enterprise to his boyfriend and back. Sulu shifted his balance, looking like he wanted to make a break for it. Chekov was the only person in the conversation who didn't seem weirded out; in fact, he was just as bright and enthusiastic about this situation as he was about any puzzle he needed to solve.
"He was not so forthcoming. We know what there is to do, we just need, ah--" Momentarily his brow furrowed, but he lit up again after a moment. "A walkthrough?"
"Pavel!" Sulu gasped, shaking his head quickly. "Not a walkthrough, sir, more of a tutorial? We don't need a demonstration!"
"After last night? Demonstration might be useful," Chekov shot back, and though his tone was mild Sulu winced. "Please, Doctor, can you help?"
"What happened last night?" McCoy asked despite his better judgment, trying to hide his amusement when both the younger men flushed pink. "Someone get hurt?"
"It wasn't that bad," Sulu muttered, his eyes averted. "Just really, really awkward." Already standing shoulder to shoulder, Chekov slipped his hand into Sulu's grasp and squeezed, a reassuring little action that McCoy observed with some interest.
"We tried for penetration, it was disaster. I will not do this to Hikaru if it always hurts." The boy looked guilty when he met McCoy's gaze, but was unashamed to be frank about their concerns. "Is more difficult than holo-vids make it seem."
"Goddamn, you can't rely on porn for sex advice!" Running a hand through his hair, McCoy sighed and pursed his lips for a moment before nodding decisively. "Well, come on. May's well find out what went wrong and tell you how to fix it." He lead the way to one of the smaller rooms, generally used for quarantine, and nodded toward the bed. "Show me what you were doing."
"Really, we just need an explanation," Sulu protested as Chekov dragged him into the room. "Pavel, stop--" They paused just inside the doorway, long enough for Chekov to twine a hand in Sulu's hair, tug him down gently, and whisper something in his ear. "...oh. Really?" Chekov nodded and aimed one of those hopeful smiles at his boyfriend. "Okay, okay."
"You two planning something I should know about?" McCoy asked dryly, turning back to them with a pump dispenser and a raised eyebrow. "It'll be easier just to show, but if you're not comfortable..."
"No, no, it's fine." Sulu smiled, albeit nervously. "Should we just, uh, do what we were doing last night?" When McCoy nodded, Chekov's smile grew before he buried his face against Sulu's neck and started kissing.
McCoy was going to tell them to skip the foreplay and get to where the problem was, really he was, but that professional intention went right out the airlock as soon as one of them let out a pleading moan that sent a jolt from his brain to his balls. It was impossible to look away when one of Chekov's pale hands slipped down to mold against Sulu's well-defined ass, when Sulu caught Chekov's face in both hands and kissed him until they were both panting for breath by the time he broke away.
They stripped quickly, stroking each other's bodies with wide-spread hands while Chekov guided Sulu back to the narrow bed. After a lingering kiss or three, Sulu held Chekov off with a downward glance and an embarrassed smile. "We're here to learn..."
"Oh, I have not forgotten." Chekov's blue eyes met McCoy's, and the doctor could swear that there was something inviting in the ensign's look... nah, that was just the misguided hope of a lonely old man. He came closer as Sulu turned around and rested his top half against the bed.
Chekov slid his hands up and down Sulu's back, petting him soothingly before cupping his buttocks and spreading them. Then he hesitated. "This is where things went downhill?" McCoy asked, and Chekov nodded, chewing on his lower lip as he kneaded Sulu's flesh. "Did you use lube?" He proffered the pump bottle, wincing as Chekov shook his head. "Have either of you actually had sex before?"
"I'm only just legal," Chekov answered, blushing darker.
"Not... well, once,I just can't remember and she said I was bad at it," Sulu mumbled with his head buried against his arms.
"Good lord. They teach you everything at the Academy except sex ed?" Impatiently, he pulled Chekov's hand to him and squirted a healthy dollop of slick into his palm. "This is a silicon-based lubricant, also antimicrobial, antibacterial, antiviral, and a spermicide, in case you decide to start swingin' the other way. You can always get a bottle here in Sickbay, no questions asked." Chekov blinked at the clear gel in his hand until McCoy sighed. "Do I really need to show you every step?"
"Yes please."
"You okay with this, Sulu?"
"I'm still here, aren't I?" Good enough, McCoy figured, and slicked up two of his fingers.
"What you have to think about is friction and tension. In this case, they're both things you want to decrease." Gentle but unhesitating, he stroked his fingertips over Sulu's exposed hole, patient as the young man's body flinched under the touch and slowly relaxed. "If you don't take the time to prep your partner, one or both of you is in for a lot of pain. Even if you're anxious to get past this part, you really shouldn't rush it, at least not until you learn your limits."
Sulu let out a long breath, not as quietly as he imagined, and said, "Trust me, Pavel isn't going to rush anything. He's a fucking tease."
"You love it," Pavel said airily, getting his own fingers slippery and following McCoy's lead. "And now?"
"Now you start opening him up." McCoy had plenty of experience sticking a finger in a patient's butt, but it was a rare instance when there wasn't a glove between him and the ass in question. Then again, it was a pretty rare instance for him to get laid, let alone with another man. Sulu was predictably tight, clenching around McCoy's finger with a whine of discomfort.
"Does it hurt?" Chekov rubbed the small of his back, not stopping when Sulu shook his head.
"No, just weird... really fucking weird."
"You think this feels weird, wait until it gets to the point of the whole thing," McCoy almost laughed except for how serious Chekov looked, like there was going to be a test at the end of class or something. "Like this, take it easy until he gets used to it." It took a minute, but Sulu relaxed enough for McCoy to withdraw and nod Chekov to take his place. "Two now."
"Oh!" Sulu sounded as much pleased as he did shocked, his boyfriend's slim fingers easily breaching his body. "Oh, okay, that's not bad." Always the quick learner, Chekov scissored his fingers a bit and dragged a wordless cry from Sulu, the sort of sound that made McCoy's dick stand at full attention in a way that even his guilty watching hadn't provoked.
"And now." McCoy had to pause and clear the rasp out of his throat, a huskiness to his already rough voice. "Just keep goin' until he's ready for you." He watched as Chekov added a third finger; stared as Sulu tossed his head back, black hair plastered to his forehead; outright gaped when Chekov spread a palmful of lube over his erection and moved in close, kissing Sulu's spine and his shoulders as he lined up and slowly, carefully buried himself into his lover.
Chekov groaned, Russian words that could have been endearments or curses or a grocery list for all McCoy could understand, and he wrapped his arms around Sulu's waist, holding still as deep as he could go. "Hikaru," he breathed, forehead resting between Sulu's shoulder blades.
"Don't move yet," Sulu begged, unexpectedly pretty in his flushed, sweating, trembling way. McCoy wanted to go over and kiss the tension away from his brow, to soothe his tightened muscles-- to smirk across the bed at Chekov with Sulu's mouth around him, sharing for a moment the brilliance of being wanted--
But Chekov was smirking at him, his sweet mouth anything but innocent as he stared at McCoy. It was the doctor's turn to gasp when he realized that the genius little bastard was getting off on this, that he wanted McCoy to watch. Well, fuck if that invitation was getting turned down... McCoy pulled his cock free and stroked it, unsurprised when Chekov nodded and turned his full focus back to the man beneath him.
"Okay," Sulu said, and a rhythm set up between the three of them, one-two-three like a waltz: Chekov would thrust, exhaling a little "ah!"; Sulu would arch and moan; and McCoy made no more noise than the slick sound of his hand on his cock and the rough exhale of his heavy breath, a beat that kept steady for a minute or two before dissolving into faster, more erratic motion.
"'Karu, please, so close," Chekov panted, his hands tightening on Sulu's hips.
"Then come already, babe," Sulu answered breathlessly, and bit his lip as Chekov slammed into him, a couple of rough thrusts before he stifled a cry of completion into the damp skin of Sulu's back. McCoy came a moment later, a low growl of "fuck!" too quiet to reach the younger men. Sulu gasped again, a pained sound when Chekov pulled out, but yelped in pleasure when Chekov spun him around, sank to his knees and took Sulu's neglected cock between his lips. "Fuck, oh god, Pavel!"
Barely a few sucks later, Sulu came, winding his fingers in Chekov's curls and pumping shallowly into his mouth, moaning soft and breathless and slumping back against the bed. Chekov rose to his feet and twined himself around Sulu, all skinny pale limbs, and their heads bent together, sharing secrets or maybe just breath.
McCoy cleaned himself up quickly, no sign of what he'd done left save the satisfied air of a man who's just had an orgasm. He coughed lightly and tossed a pack of wipes on the bed, next to the bottle of lube. "Looks like you figured it out pretty well. You two be careful with each other from now on."
Laughing, Chekov slid out of Sulu's grasp as easily as he'd come into it and caught McCoy before he could leave. "Thank you, Doctor. I knew you'd be able to help." Leaning up, he kissed McCoy on the mouth, his lips still tasting of Sulu. "Next time we need lessons, maybe you come to our quarters, yes?"
"I-- uh--" McCoy blinked, glancing over Chekov's shoulder at Sulu. He also had the lazy, satisfied look on his face, and merely arched his brows at McCoy's questioning look. "I'm a doctor, not a sex therapist," he said weakly.
"Who said anything about therapy?" Sulu asked. Laughing, Chekov gently pushed McCoy toward the door.
"Go back to work. We will talk to you later." Bemused, the doctor did just that, sliding out of the private room. Chekov turned back to his lover with a broad grin.
"I knew that would work."
"The things I put up with for you..." Sulu shook his head, cleaning himself up quickly before getting dressed.
"Oh, come on. You like him to watch, too. Next time, we attack him from both sides?" As if to demonstrate, Chekov poked Sulu's sides, making him squeak.
"Pavel! Oh god, you're never going to be satisfied..."
"I'm eighteen. Of course I will not." Beaming, Chekov stole a kiss before starting to get dressed too.
Despite himself, Sulu started to wonder just what would happen if they managed to get Dr. McCoy in their quarters. Whatever it would be, undoubtedly Chekov would have orchestrated it, just like this time. The only reason Sulu wasn't scared of Chekov was that the sneaky little bastard was on his side... and his plans were pretty fucking awesome when they worked out.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu(+McCoy)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2020
Notes: STKM, prompt: Sulu and Chekov come to Bones looking for advice about gay sexin', hands on lessons occur. I... probably should be more embarrassed about this than I am.
"You couldn't have asked Doctor M'Benga about this?" McCoy said uncomfortably, looking from the youngest crew member of the Enterprise to his boyfriend and back. Sulu shifted his balance, looking like he wanted to make a break for it. Chekov was the only person in the conversation who didn't seem weirded out; in fact, he was just as bright and enthusiastic about this situation as he was about any puzzle he needed to solve.
"He was not so forthcoming. We know what there is to do, we just need, ah--" Momentarily his brow furrowed, but he lit up again after a moment. "A walkthrough?"
"Pavel!" Sulu gasped, shaking his head quickly. "Not a walkthrough, sir, more of a tutorial? We don't need a demonstration!"
"After last night? Demonstration might be useful," Chekov shot back, and though his tone was mild Sulu winced. "Please, Doctor, can you help?"
"What happened last night?" McCoy asked despite his better judgment, trying to hide his amusement when both the younger men flushed pink. "Someone get hurt?"
"It wasn't that bad," Sulu muttered, his eyes averted. "Just really, really awkward." Already standing shoulder to shoulder, Chekov slipped his hand into Sulu's grasp and squeezed, a reassuring little action that McCoy observed with some interest.
"We tried for penetration, it was disaster. I will not do this to Hikaru if it always hurts." The boy looked guilty when he met McCoy's gaze, but was unashamed to be frank about their concerns. "Is more difficult than holo-vids make it seem."
"Goddamn, you can't rely on porn for sex advice!" Running a hand through his hair, McCoy sighed and pursed his lips for a moment before nodding decisively. "Well, come on. May's well find out what went wrong and tell you how to fix it." He lead the way to one of the smaller rooms, generally used for quarantine, and nodded toward the bed. "Show me what you were doing."
"Really, we just need an explanation," Sulu protested as Chekov dragged him into the room. "Pavel, stop--" They paused just inside the doorway, long enough for Chekov to twine a hand in Sulu's hair, tug him down gently, and whisper something in his ear. "...oh. Really?" Chekov nodded and aimed one of those hopeful smiles at his boyfriend. "Okay, okay."
"You two planning something I should know about?" McCoy asked dryly, turning back to them with a pump dispenser and a raised eyebrow. "It'll be easier just to show, but if you're not comfortable..."
"No, no, it's fine." Sulu smiled, albeit nervously. "Should we just, uh, do what we were doing last night?" When McCoy nodded, Chekov's smile grew before he buried his face against Sulu's neck and started kissing.
McCoy was going to tell them to skip the foreplay and get to where the problem was, really he was, but that professional intention went right out the airlock as soon as one of them let out a pleading moan that sent a jolt from his brain to his balls. It was impossible to look away when one of Chekov's pale hands slipped down to mold against Sulu's well-defined ass, when Sulu caught Chekov's face in both hands and kissed him until they were both panting for breath by the time he broke away.
They stripped quickly, stroking each other's bodies with wide-spread hands while Chekov guided Sulu back to the narrow bed. After a lingering kiss or three, Sulu held Chekov off with a downward glance and an embarrassed smile. "We're here to learn..."
"Oh, I have not forgotten." Chekov's blue eyes met McCoy's, and the doctor could swear that there was something inviting in the ensign's look... nah, that was just the misguided hope of a lonely old man. He came closer as Sulu turned around and rested his top half against the bed.
Chekov slid his hands up and down Sulu's back, petting him soothingly before cupping his buttocks and spreading them. Then he hesitated. "This is where things went downhill?" McCoy asked, and Chekov nodded, chewing on his lower lip as he kneaded Sulu's flesh. "Did you use lube?" He proffered the pump bottle, wincing as Chekov shook his head. "Have either of you actually had sex before?"
"I'm only just legal," Chekov answered, blushing darker.
"Not... well, once,I just can't remember and she said I was bad at it," Sulu mumbled with his head buried against his arms.
"Good lord. They teach you everything at the Academy except sex ed?" Impatiently, he pulled Chekov's hand to him and squirted a healthy dollop of slick into his palm. "This is a silicon-based lubricant, also antimicrobial, antibacterial, antiviral, and a spermicide, in case you decide to start swingin' the other way. You can always get a bottle here in Sickbay, no questions asked." Chekov blinked at the clear gel in his hand until McCoy sighed. "Do I really need to show you every step?"
"Yes please."
"You okay with this, Sulu?"
"I'm still here, aren't I?" Good enough, McCoy figured, and slicked up two of his fingers.
"What you have to think about is friction and tension. In this case, they're both things you want to decrease." Gentle but unhesitating, he stroked his fingertips over Sulu's exposed hole, patient as the young man's body flinched under the touch and slowly relaxed. "If you don't take the time to prep your partner, one or both of you is in for a lot of pain. Even if you're anxious to get past this part, you really shouldn't rush it, at least not until you learn your limits."
Sulu let out a long breath, not as quietly as he imagined, and said, "Trust me, Pavel isn't going to rush anything. He's a fucking tease."
"You love it," Pavel said airily, getting his own fingers slippery and following McCoy's lead. "And now?"
"Now you start opening him up." McCoy had plenty of experience sticking a finger in a patient's butt, but it was a rare instance when there wasn't a glove between him and the ass in question. Then again, it was a pretty rare instance for him to get laid, let alone with another man. Sulu was predictably tight, clenching around McCoy's finger with a whine of discomfort.
"Does it hurt?" Chekov rubbed the small of his back, not stopping when Sulu shook his head.
"No, just weird... really fucking weird."
"You think this feels weird, wait until it gets to the point of the whole thing," McCoy almost laughed except for how serious Chekov looked, like there was going to be a test at the end of class or something. "Like this, take it easy until he gets used to it." It took a minute, but Sulu relaxed enough for McCoy to withdraw and nod Chekov to take his place. "Two now."
"Oh!" Sulu sounded as much pleased as he did shocked, his boyfriend's slim fingers easily breaching his body. "Oh, okay, that's not bad." Always the quick learner, Chekov scissored his fingers a bit and dragged a wordless cry from Sulu, the sort of sound that made McCoy's dick stand at full attention in a way that even his guilty watching hadn't provoked.
"And now." McCoy had to pause and clear the rasp out of his throat, a huskiness to his already rough voice. "Just keep goin' until he's ready for you." He watched as Chekov added a third finger; stared as Sulu tossed his head back, black hair plastered to his forehead; outright gaped when Chekov spread a palmful of lube over his erection and moved in close, kissing Sulu's spine and his shoulders as he lined up and slowly, carefully buried himself into his lover.
Chekov groaned, Russian words that could have been endearments or curses or a grocery list for all McCoy could understand, and he wrapped his arms around Sulu's waist, holding still as deep as he could go. "Hikaru," he breathed, forehead resting between Sulu's shoulder blades.
"Don't move yet," Sulu begged, unexpectedly pretty in his flushed, sweating, trembling way. McCoy wanted to go over and kiss the tension away from his brow, to soothe his tightened muscles-- to smirk across the bed at Chekov with Sulu's mouth around him, sharing for a moment the brilliance of being wanted--
But Chekov was smirking at him, his sweet mouth anything but innocent as he stared at McCoy. It was the doctor's turn to gasp when he realized that the genius little bastard was getting off on this, that he wanted McCoy to watch. Well, fuck if that invitation was getting turned down... McCoy pulled his cock free and stroked it, unsurprised when Chekov nodded and turned his full focus back to the man beneath him.
"Okay," Sulu said, and a rhythm set up between the three of them, one-two-three like a waltz: Chekov would thrust, exhaling a little "ah!"; Sulu would arch and moan; and McCoy made no more noise than the slick sound of his hand on his cock and the rough exhale of his heavy breath, a beat that kept steady for a minute or two before dissolving into faster, more erratic motion.
"'Karu, please, so close," Chekov panted, his hands tightening on Sulu's hips.
"Then come already, babe," Sulu answered breathlessly, and bit his lip as Chekov slammed into him, a couple of rough thrusts before he stifled a cry of completion into the damp skin of Sulu's back. McCoy came a moment later, a low growl of "fuck!" too quiet to reach the younger men. Sulu gasped again, a pained sound when Chekov pulled out, but yelped in pleasure when Chekov spun him around, sank to his knees and took Sulu's neglected cock between his lips. "Fuck, oh god, Pavel!"
Barely a few sucks later, Sulu came, winding his fingers in Chekov's curls and pumping shallowly into his mouth, moaning soft and breathless and slumping back against the bed. Chekov rose to his feet and twined himself around Sulu, all skinny pale limbs, and their heads bent together, sharing secrets or maybe just breath.
McCoy cleaned himself up quickly, no sign of what he'd done left save the satisfied air of a man who's just had an orgasm. He coughed lightly and tossed a pack of wipes on the bed, next to the bottle of lube. "Looks like you figured it out pretty well. You two be careful with each other from now on."
Laughing, Chekov slid out of Sulu's grasp as easily as he'd come into it and caught McCoy before he could leave. "Thank you, Doctor. I knew you'd be able to help." Leaning up, he kissed McCoy on the mouth, his lips still tasting of Sulu. "Next time we need lessons, maybe you come to our quarters, yes?"
"I-- uh--" McCoy blinked, glancing over Chekov's shoulder at Sulu. He also had the lazy, satisfied look on his face, and merely arched his brows at McCoy's questioning look. "I'm a doctor, not a sex therapist," he said weakly.
"Who said anything about therapy?" Sulu asked. Laughing, Chekov gently pushed McCoy toward the door.
"Go back to work. We will talk to you later." Bemused, the doctor did just that, sliding out of the private room. Chekov turned back to his lover with a broad grin.
"I knew that would work."
"The things I put up with for you..." Sulu shook his head, cleaning himself up quickly before getting dressed.
"Oh, come on. You like him to watch, too. Next time, we attack him from both sides?" As if to demonstrate, Chekov poked Sulu's sides, making him squeak.
"Pavel! Oh god, you're never going to be satisfied..."
"I'm eighteen. Of course I will not." Beaming, Chekov stole a kiss before starting to get dressed too.
Despite himself, Sulu started to wonder just what would happen if they managed to get Dr. McCoy in their quarters. Whatever it would be, undoubtedly Chekov would have orchestrated it, just like this time. The only reason Sulu wasn't scared of Chekov was that the sneaky little bastard was on his side... and his plans were pretty fucking awesome when they worked out.