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Disclaimer: Copyright 2000 by Karmen Ghia. This original work of amateur fiction based on Star Trek makes transformative use of Star Trek for noncommercial purposes. This work makes "fair use" of Star Trek copyrighted material; intended not to infringe on the intellectual property rights of Paramount, Viacom or other owners of Star Trek copyright or their assignees or licensees. Author's copyright extends only to the original material in this work.

Thanks to Jane Skazki for the beta and to Greywolf for the scottishisms.

"Ye've taken your time gettin' here, haven't ye, lad?" Scott scolded the navigator to hide his immense relief that the young man was in his quarters at last.

"We've just been back two days, Monty," Chekov purred, stepping into Scott's arms. "I had things to do, Sulu to smooth down and Spock kept me in a meeting so late I fell asleep in his quarters last night or I would have been here," he said, rubbing noses with the engineer.

"I s'pose ye can be forgiven," Scott mused, tightening his arms. "Ye might have ta earn it, though."

"Ah…" was all Chekov got out before he was devoured.

Scott abruptly broke off this kiss and asked a breathless Chekov, "What's this about Sulu?"

"Oh, I think he missed me," the Russian sighed, grazing on Scott's jaw. "I didn't miss him."

"I should hope not," Scott affirmed, tilting his head up to give the younger man better access to his neck. He gently but firmly removed Chekov's hands from his trouser fastenings. "Are ye stayin' the night?"

"Most of it. I shouldn't be seen leaving here in the morning."

"Aye, whatever ye say, lad," Scott said, forestalling Chekov from going to his knees in front of him. "Well then, since we've most o' the night before us, lad, ye should slow down." Said in mild tones, it was, nevertheless, unmistakably an order.

Chekov's response was to thrust his erection into Scott's thigh and look up at his lover with come hither RIGHT NOW! eyes. This was not as effective as the navigator had hoped it would be.

Montgomery Scott had had a lover or two in his time and knew how to resist even the most inviting or demanding overtures. He wanted to make their pleasure last and wouldn't be rushed by the youngster's impetuosity. Yet again cursing Sulu for not teaching the navigator some pacing, some restraint, Scott pressed his firmly closed lips to Chekov's soft, smiling ones.

Scott allowed the younger man to push his tongue past his lips but kept his teeth closed against him. He kept his amusement at the navigator's growing frustration to himself and bent the younger man back and off balance. It was the engineer's plan to keep Chekov off balance as much as possible. Hoping that his greater endurance and cunning would be equal to, if not surpass, Chekov's youthful vitality. Scott violently sucked Chekov's tongue into his mouth and clasped the startled youngster's very fine ass in both hands.

Outclassed and knowing it, Chekov relaxed and gave up the futile attempt to be the aggressor in this romance... for now. He leaned sweetly into Scott and let the older man kiss him as he wished, which was leisurely, deeply and tenderly. Breathless, coming up for air, Chekov laid his forehead on Scott's shoulder as the engineer nibbled on his ear and suggested they might be more comfortable on the bed. Chekov sighed 'aye' and allowed himself to be led to the senior officer's bunk, which was invitingly wider than the cot they'd shared before. Never having been in Scott's quarters before, Chekov took a moment to look around. His eyes fell on a suit of armor, a tartan plaid, and a liquor cart.

"How about a wee drop?" Scott offered, following Chekov's thirsty gaze and remembering to be a good host. "D'ye see anythin' ye fancy?"

Chekov sat to remove his boots and slowly licked his lips, considering if he wanted alcohol or not. "Just some water," he decided. "I want to keep my head tonight."

"Och, I'd rather ye didn't," Scott growled tenderly at him, handing him a bottle of Altair water. He poured himself the same, knowing he'd be needing his wits about him that night, and watched Chekov undress.

Sensing that he had an appreciative audience, Chekov dawdled over his undressing. He sipped his water and, slowly taking off one piece of clothing at a time, never looked up at Scott watching him from the end of the bed. Nude and erect, he reclined on Scott's pillows and focused his attention on the still clothed engineer. His warm brown eyes silently, but very clearly, asked, 'well?'

Scott stood admiring the lovely sight before him a moment longer. He considered the form and color of Chekov's body to be everything right and beautiful in a lover. In his lover. He spent another moment remembering the feel of the younger man's skin under his hands and stretched out beside him and even remembered his craving for it over the past two days. And still he waited. And waited until Chekov dropped his cocksure pose. He was pleased that the youngster was not so sure of himself as he was thirty seconds ago. And that was what Scott was after; the edge of the unexpected for Chekov and the barest anxiety that would make him be obedient to please his sphinx-like lover. Without undressing, Scott sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand over the navigator's heart.

Chekov had paused to puzzle over why his very best 'come get me' looks were having so little effect on the engineer. He felt reassured when Scott pulled him close and into a long, sweet kiss. Curling around his still clothed lover, the Russian slipped his warm hands beneath the redshirt and t-shirt and ran his fingers through Scotty's thick chest hair. "Take this off," he murmured.

"Not yet," Scott replied, moving to lie between his lover's legs and devour his cock.

Were he not swooning with pleasure, Chekov might have objected to the rough uniform material under his thighs. As it was, he could barely gasp out Scotty's name before he came.

This was all according to Scott's plan and he happily surveyed the flushed and panting lad shuddering with pleasure on his bed. He rose, stripped off his own clothing and stretched out on top of Chekov, who was recovered enough to wrap his arms around the engineer.

"Aye, that was fun," Scott nuzzled Chekov's neck. "What'll we do now?" he wondered, a tad too innocently, reaching for a container of lube in the beside table.

Chekov's only answer was to wrap his legs around Scott's waist and tilt his renewed erection against his partner's.

'Phase II,' Scotty thought, putting the lube within easy reach, he descended to Chekov's cock again. He gently shoved the ensign onto his back when the youngster tried to maneuver them into a sixty-nine.

Scotty slowly worked his mouth down Chekov's cock as he gently worked his fingers into Chekov's body. He was pleased to feel the Russian's cock jump when his probing found the lad's prostate. Leaning back from the hard cock under his chin, Scotty spent a few moments massaging Chekov's sweet spot and watching the younger man writhe with pleasure. But enough fun; Scott brought his lover to an intense second climax and held him until he stopped shaking.

Curled in Scott's arms, Chekov reached for the engineer's penis but was gently restrained. Chekov decided to wait and see what Scott wanted to do with the balance of the evening, he was rather worn out at the moment anyway.

They lay entwined until Scott decided Chekov had caught his breath. Pulling his lover into a playful kiss, the engineer lifted the younger man's hips and slid a pillow under them. He arranged Chekov's legs comfortably around him and lubed up. Positioning his cock on Chekov's tight ring, he spread the ensign's cheeks with one hand and guided his cock forward with the other. He pushed, and nothing happened. "Relax," he reminded Chekov. Feeling Chekov wiggle beneath him, Scott slowly felt his cock slipping into the younger man.

Scott carefully watched Chekov's face as he eased in. Feeling a sudden constriction and seeing his lover wince, the engineer said, "I'll wait an' let ye adjust. Tell me when yer ready."

After a few moments Scott could feel the tightness around his cock lessen as Chekov's muscles relaxed for him. He smiled reassuringly and watched Chekov's face as he carefully pushed his cock into his lover a little more. Chekov winced again, but didn't clench or tell him to stop, so Scott eased all the way in. He stopped there and leaned forward. Chekov let his eyes fall dreamily closed when he felt Scott's lips meeting his. Scott started nibbling on his lip, then gently bit tip of the ensign's nose.

Chekov's eyes flew open. "Stop that!"

"All right, laddie." Scott reached between them and gave Chekov's erection a few strokes to mollify his young lover.

The Russian squirmed with pleasure and nibbled on Scott's ear.

"Ready?" Scotty asked and at Chekov's enthusiastic nod, began a slow, easy fuck. All the while keeping one hand between them, either playing with Chekov's cock or one of his nipples.

Suddenly Scott felt Chekov's hips writhe, almost coming off the bed. He heard Chekov gasp and felt his arms tighten around his neck. Assuming he'd found the ensign's prostate again, Scott pulled out, aimed for the same spot, and pushed his cock back in. Evidently his aim was true as once again Chekov writhed and arched against him, as well as groaned with pleasure. Scott found this very gratifying and lengthened his strokes.

Soon he could feel Chekov pressing his hips upward to meet the engineer's thrusts, writhing a little and gasping or groaning each time he hit the ensign's prostate.

Chekov pushed his hips upward in time to Scott's thrusts, biting his lip to hold back his climax. They had a nice, easy rhythm going. Chekov pulled his lover into a demanding kiss, his tongue licking, then thrusting into Scott's mouth in time to their thrusts below.

Scott quickened the pace and Chekov speeded up his thrusts in response. Feeling for Chekov's cock, this time Scott found a slick trail of pre-cum between their bellies. Scott felt himself getting close, he looked a question into Chekov's wide eyes.

"I'm getting close," the Russian whispered. "Very close." He nodded.

Scott thrust harder, and felt incredible pressure on his cock as Chekov gasped and writhed and groaned and pushed his ass hard against his lover's belly.

Chekov's excitement and pleasure and writhing, to say nothing of the tightness around Scotty's cock as he continued fucking him, was enough to set the engineer off. Scotty kept stroking as he felt himself tipped over the edge. He leaned his forehead on the younger man's chest and gave himself over to his climax with a low, fierce groan of pure pleasure before collapsing into Chekov's warm arms.

After getting his respiration under control, Scott leaned back and surveyed his lover: flushed cheeks, shining eyes and tousled hair - he was adorable. Scotty pressed his lips gently against the bruised ones beneath him as he eased his exhausted cock out of Chekov's body. He tottered into the bathroom and cleaned up. He brought a warm damp towel back to bed and cleaned Chekov up. Methodical as ever, Scotty recapped the lube, set his alarm, checked his messages and the warp core digital readings before he curled around the peacefully sleeping ensign. He buried his nose in Chekov's soft hair and his last waking thoughts were how sweet the younger man smelled and what a lovely evening it had been.

In the morning, when Chekov scolded his lover for not waking him up and sending him home, Scott mollified him with a water shower and another orgasm (and one for himself, too). They both had a great day.

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