FIC: Images [Star Trek XI]

[darktrent182]

TITLE: Images
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek XI doesn't belong to me – the universe belongs to Gene Roddenberry and so many people that if they were all to sue me, various descendants would be in debt up to their eyeballs. Written for entertainment purposes, no money made, please don't sue, yadda.
FANDOM: Star Trek XI
PAIRING: Scotty/Chekov
WORD COUNT: 1,268
RATING: R for m/m situations.
SUMMARY: Scotty and Chekov talk sexual fantasies.
CHALLENGE: Written for the Star Trek Kink Meme, because I'm a sheep.
PROMPT: Click here for details.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Unbeta'd liek woah. Starts in the middle of the action, as it were?

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"Here," Scotty said, setting his glass down and scooting closer to Chekov. "Look into my eyes." He leaned in close, gesturing with two fingers at his eyes as if Chekov wasn't sure where to look. He was just far enough away that Chekov wouldn't have been able to look away even if he wanted to.

Chekov found himself wondering if the environmental controls were going haywire, it was so warm.

"I bet that I can make you have an orgasm by saying the word, 'pineapple'," Scotty declared.

Chekov blinked. "I'm sorry-- What?"

Scotty grinned, looking too mischievous for anyone's own good. "You heard me, Ensign. I said--"

Chekov shook his head quickly. "No."

Scotty frowned, a bit confused. "No?"

"Not 'Ensign'," Chekov clarified. "Not here."

The confusion cleared, Scotty nodding once or twice. "Ah, I gotcha. Better not to mix work and pleasure, eh? Still," his voice slipped into a murmur, "I wasn't lying about the pineapple."

"How do you plan to do that?" the younger man asked skeptically.

"Are y'saying you want me to?" Scotty asked innocently. "I mean, after all, you weren't all that keen about talking about your sexual fantasies."

Bright blue eyes narrowed. "I want to see this for myself. I do not think you can-- eh, pull it off."

Scotty's smirk was almost audible. "Oh, I assure you, I most certainly can." He leaned in closer and pointed at his own eyes with two fingers. "Eyes front and center, lad. Right on mine."

Chekov did as he was told, taking in the dark irises. It took a moment, but he was surprised to realize that Scotty's eyes weren't brown like he'd first thought, but a dark blue-grey. And if he wasn't mistaken...

"Is that a brown patch in one of your eyes?" he blurted out, leaning in closer and squinting at Scotty's right eye.

"Hmm?" Scotty frowned, his eyebrows lowering. "Oh, aye. Mum always said it was a birthmark or some such. You know the sorts of things mothers will say to make their kids feel special."

"Da," Chekov agreed. "It is... beautiful."

Blue-grey eyes blinked. "Really? I didn't know you had a thing for odd-looking eyes."

Chekov shook his head. "I don't, but yours are..." He shrugged a little without realizing he was doing it. "Like the remnants of a supernova. Beautiful."

Scotty didn't say anything in reply, so when Chekov he felt a warm hand rest on his thigh, he jumped a little in surprise. "What--"

Scotty shook his head, smiling a little. "Eyes up here, lad. Whatever you do, don't look away."

Swallowing a little at the thought (and from the way the hand was stroking his thigh so very slowly), Chekov stared into Scotty's eyes. "Why?"

"It's part of the trick," Scotty murmured, his hand still making slow circuits along Chekov's thigh. "May I?"

Chekov licked his lips. His mouth had suddenly gone dry. "May you?"

The hand never stopped its slow pace, stroking down to his knee before stroking upwards, and then sliding over to where his pants tented. Chekov inhaled sharply, instinctively pressing up into the hand touching him.

"Yes," he whispered quickly. "Please."

"Good," Scotty murmured, his voice still low and soothing.

Chekov lost the thread quickly after that, Scotty's voice a low, soothing stream of words that he didn't quite catch, coupled with the hand touching him, and those blue-grey eyes with the patch of brown. He felt the moment he was free from his underwear, the air of his quarters shockingly cold against his heated flesh. He also felt the moment when fingers were stroking, touching, teasing.

His breath came faster and faster, staring into those dark eyes, feeling as if his soul were being stripped bare for Scotty to see, and then there was a twist, a pull, a push, and then Scotty said, "pineapple", and stars were exploding behind his eyes, his ears deafened by a roar of sensation, engines at warp factor five, and he was thrown into space itself, weightless and pleasantly breathless.

When he was aware of his surroundings again, Chekov found himself lying back in bed, with Scotty grinning down at him as if Scotty had just discovered how to make replicators create the perfect scotch.

"No need to ask how you're feeling, then?" Scotty asked in a voice that didn't sound nearly as innocent as he was hoping.

"How--" Chekov licked his lips before trying again. "How did you...?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out, isn't it?" Scotty smirked.

The fog was starting to clear from Chekov's buzzed brain. "Tell me, and I'll tell you one fantasy."

Scotty snorted. "That's a terrible deal. How about I give you an orgasm for each fantasy you tell me?"

"Going by that deal, I am already behind," Chekov pointed out. "I would keep owing you one fantasy because you gave me the orgasm first."

"We'll call the first orgasm a freebie," Scotty said. "Makes no difference to me."

"And how do you know that I'll be able to keep having orgasms?" Chekov demanded. He'd gotten handjobs before, but the few people who'd performed them hadn't been as experienced as Scotty had been. He wasn't quite sure he'd be able to recover so quickly, especially over the course of the night.

"Begging your pardon," Scotty teased, reaching up with a clean finger to tap the end of Chekov's nose, "but you are seventeen, after all. I'm sure you'll find a way."

"Why do you want to know so badly?" The question was out of Chekov's mouth before he could stop himself, but he'd been curious since the drinking had begun. He and Scotty didn't usually drink that often when they were together -- there were always transporter equations and other things to do than to drink themselves into a giggling stupor. And even when they did drink, they'd ended up talking more physics. The only difference between drunk and sober were how legible the equations were the next morning.

"Perhaps I'm curious to know what's going on inside that pretty head of yours other than theoretical physics," Scotty said, casually scooting out of range and picking up his glass again.

"But sexual fantasies?" Chekov asked, a bit puzzled.

"Hey, I remember being seventeen," Scotty objected. "If it wasn't math, it was sex. C'mon, I've told you one of mine already, and you've had an orgasm already."

Chekov snorted. "Seems small price to pay for one of my fantasies. Wanting to have sex in the captain's chair is nothing new, and I can give myself orgasms whenever I wish."

Scotty straightened where he sat, his eyes zeroing in on Chekov's. "Ah, but when's the last time you had an orgasm with another person? Or was that your first one?"

Chekov shook his head. "First time was two years ago. Last time was just now, with you." He raised an eyebrow at Scotty. "Time before that was a week before the rescue mission to Vulcan."

"Cheeky bugger," Scotty murmured into his glass, a smile curling his lips. "So, what's this terrible secret fantasy that you don't want to share?"

Chekov stared at him, taking in the blue-grey eyes with the brown patch in one of them, imagining them staring back at him with burning desire. He saw the curve of Scotty's lower lip and imagined it pressed against his lips, his neck, the crooked white teeth nipping at his skin. The strong hands holding him close in bed, pressing him down over a tube in Turbine Section Three, hoisting him against a wall. Mental images of Scotty fucking him, he fucking Scotty in his bed, a scrap of cloth used as a blindfold while he howled and begged for release.

Chekov surfaced from his thoughts to find Scotty still watching him curiously. Shaking his head, he smiled. "That's for me to know and you to find out."