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Warning: Male/male sex, language.
NC-17 GUYS!!!
Kirk/Chekov
"You smell like Russian incense," Kirk said as he rubbed nose and cheek along Chekov's rounded shoulder. Chekov chuckled nervously. His hands were shaking and he felt cold. Kirk slipped arms around him comfortingly. First times were always the hardest, he thought, even though he had been as careful and as loving as possible with the high strung Russian ensign.
Kirk could still hardly believe that he was in bed with the young man. He had tried to be a mentor to Chekov, patiently trying to mold the man into captain material. He WAS captain material, Kirk thought with sated pleasure. It was easy to see that a quick mind and phenomenal courage lurked beneath the inexperience of the youth. When Kirk had ordered Chekov to his personal quarters, it had been command scenarios he had been planning to instruct the young ensign about. Kirk had been unprepared to have Chekov launch himself into his arms and sob, "At last!"
It seemed that the Russian ensign had been carrying a torch for Kirk since their first meeting. He had babbled that he had imagined Kirk a 'ladies man' and hadn't held out any hope of a romance. He had admitted to being surprised, shocked even to have been called to Kirk's personal quarters. Declaring himself completely unworthy of Kirk's notice, he had promised to pleasure Kirk to the best of his ability and to prove to Kirk that he had made the right decision in choosing to be with him.
Kirk had argued with himself, calling Chekov's infatuation, 'hero worship' and something only an immoral man would take advantage of. When Chekov had slipped out of his uniform shirt and revealed a lithe, young body along with a virgin's uncertainty, Kirk had found his moral compass slipping as his erection had sprung to attention. Once the young man had come into his arms and rested a trusting cheek against his broad chest, Kirk had felt an over whelming desire coupled with a wave of tenderness.
A condom, a tube of lube, and a completely nude, willing ensign eagerly stretching out on his bed and spreading his legs, as if he had expected to be taken at once, had broken down the walls of any further resistance on Kirk's part. He had thrown off his clothes and joined the young man, devouring tender, young skin with kisses and nips and running strong hands of all over Chekov as he had tried to prepare the man for the inevitable invasion.
Chekov's moans, his writhing, pleasure filled body, and his roll and lifting of perfectly rounded hips, had been an intense temptation to rush and to thrust at once into warm tightness. Kirk had used every discipline that he had learned in his long years of command, to hold himself back, to ignore Chekov's kittenish, pleading noises, and to take his time in stretching and making the young man slick enough to feel pleasure instead of pain.
"You are so strong," Chekov had sighed. "Your hands are so sure on my body. I feel like a child, but I am a trusting child. I trust you. I'm ready, Captain. "His Russian accent had been thick with emotions. He had offered his rounded hips again and the pink entrance that was the gateway to intense pleasure for both of them.
Kirk had risen onto his knees and positioned himself, stretching out over Chekov's back and wrapping muscular arms about the Russian's slim waist. His hard, dripping cock had found the ensign's entrance and, very slowly, in short, miniscule thrusts, Kirk had pushed through the ring of muscle. Chekov had panted and gasped, but the pain had been brief. He had taken the full length like a man.
"I dreamed of this so many times," Chekov had whispered. "I wanted you to be the first, captain. You feel so good inside of me. I feel like I belong to you, like you are claiming me body and soul... I... I love you, sir."
Kirk had paused in the act of licking Chekov's ear lobe. Love? The young man loved him? Infatuation, maybe, hero worship more likely, but love? Kirk had begun thrusting then, ending all conversation as he had begun to fuck Chekov in earnest. The young ensign had clawed at the bed sheets, whimpering and panting, but he had kept his hips lifted and had pushed back, wanting more, letting Kirk know that he had been enjoying every thrust of his captain's hips. When Kirk had snaked a hand around Chekov's cock and had begun pumping in rhythm to his thrusting, Chekov had cried out, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open in an O of surprise.
"Good!" Chekov had exclaimed. "It feels soo good!"
When Chekov had spurted in a white hot orgasm into Kirk's hand with a loud cry, Kirk had risen up and crouched. Grabbing Chekov's hips in a strong grip, Kirk had begun thrusting hard and fast, his pelvis slapping loudly, skin against skin. When orgasm had hit him, Kirk had spurted hot semen deep inside of Chekov, shouting and jerking convulsively as his cock had pulsed and twitched in the grip of Chekov's still spasming ring of muscle.
Afterwards, the topic of love was still hanging in the air between them and Kirk knew that Chekov was partly afraid because he was expecting a laugh and a rejection. He was expecting a man like Kirk to reject a lowly, virginal ensign, to laugh at his admission of love, and to affirm that sex had been the only reason that Kirk had wanted to see him. Now that Kirk was satisfied, Chekov was expecting a curt dismissal.
Kirk let Chekov feel his returning hardness by pressing it between the young man's rounded ass cheeks. Chekov looked back over his shoulder with questioning eyes. "I can't love you," Kirk admitted and, when he saw Chekov begin to look devastated, he added quickly, "But this was special, Pavel. I will always remember it fondly. I hope you will too."
Chekov took a long moment to answer and Kirk could see tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. The ensign took a deep breath to steady himself and then he asked, "Is there- Is there someone else you love?"
"Spock," Kirk replied. Chekov's gift of his virginity deserved honesty in return.
Chekov looked surprised. "But, sir, he's not human. He doesn't have the same ... urges as we do. How do you... When do you... IS your love physical at all?"
Kirk smiled gently at the thought of his dear friend and dearest love, Spock. "Sometimes, the physical doesn't matter. I won't say it hasn't been hard, but, it doesn't make my love any less for the man." He caressed Chekov's cheek. "These types of trysts... with good comrades, makes that part endurable. I hope that you understand?"
It was clear that Chekov was warring with youthful, immature thoughts. At last, he sighed, "I understand. Perhaps I will find a love like that someday." He turned and he wasn't cold any longer. His hands weren't shaking as he went into Kirk's embrace. "In the mean time, let me make your love for Spock easier. I want you to consider me a 'good comrade'."
Kirk smiled and thought, yes, Chekov will make a good captain some day. Part of being a leader was thinking past emotions and personal needs and thinking of others first. As Chekov's lips found his collar and began to kiss and lick, Kirk realized that there were other things that he could teach Chekov besides command scenarios. and that those things could be far more interesting.