DIFFERENT

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Title: Different
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Genre: Slash/Adult
Characters: Chekov/Kirk/Bones
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Someone came back from an away mission a little... different.
A/N: Comments are awesome.

 

DIFFERENT


Ever since they returned from Elgara VII they'd been different.

Chekov would sit at his bridge console, carefully working out complex calculations, when he would suddenly appear out of nowhere. As the captain's friend and colleague, Dr. McCoy would make frequent visits to the bridge for one reason or another, but it was never this often. And the way they interacted. It seemed as though every time Chekov glanced back at them, the doctor was leaning into the side of Kirk's chair, and the two were giggling.

Chekov tried his best not to be nosy, but the simple fact was that he was curious as to what they were speaking so softly about that no one around them seemed to notice. Particularly when, on the few occasions that Chekov did turn his head, one of them seemed to be pointing a finger in his direction. And it always seemed to incite another fit of hushed laughter.

The Enterprise hurled through space at warp speed for hours as day passed into night, and Chekov walked the corridors wondering what it might have been that had caused this change in Kirk and McCoy.

All he could think was that their encounter with the Elgarans might have something to do with it. The Elgarans, after all, were a strange, and highly telepathic race. Just being in their presence was known to have a powerful effect on most other humanoids.

"Whatever," Chekov mumbled to himself in Russian, as he stepped back onto the bridge. He greeted the officers on night watch duty with a smile, though most of them did not notice the young ensign as he practically hopped over to the seat at his console. Ensign Rodriguez had come down with some kind of illness with a name that was simply impossible for Chekov to pronounce, so he thoughtfully had offered to take the extra shift.

And just before Chekov's fingers touched the glowing sensors of the console before him, he heard it. The sound of the entrance to the bridge opening behind him. And somehow, he knew that it was them.

Chekov was constantly fighting the nervousness he felt around all the men and women that scurried past his station every day, giving and accepting orders, and discussing all sorts of mission details that he was just barely apart of. He was intimidated enough by the irrational fear that he was too young and too inexperienced to be sitting at that station. But he had no idea why he felt so intimidated by the fact that the two most handsome men on the ship had just stepped onto the bridge behind him, each wearing eerily unusual grins over their faces.

"Clear the bridge." Captain Kirk's voice shot across the room like a rifle. Much more sternly than Chekov could ever remember hearing from his young captain.

As the confused officers around him began to collect themselves and head for the exits, Chekov slowly began to stand up to follow them out.

"Not you," Kirk said. The look on his face was impossible to decipher. Was he angry? If so, then why would he and McCoy ask him to remain when the entire rest of the night watch crew had been excused?

Oh God, Chekov thought. This must be about the time he had accessed his personal files of naked men on the bridge when he thought no one was looking! He must have forgotten to cover his tracks in the computer logs!

"Is-Is everything all right, captain?" Chekov asked, anxiously. He held his hands behind his back to keep them from seeing how much they were trembling behind him.

Kirk waited until the bridge was cleared, and McCoy punched in a code at the door. Even from a distance, Chekov's sharp eyes could see that he had just entered the locking code. The bridge had just been sealed.

"Everything's great, Pavel," Kirk said with a grin.

Chekov tried not to react when Kirk abruptly stepped right into his personal space. So close that he could practically feel the brush of his breath against his face. The warmth of the captain's aura radiated over him, and Chekov found himself resisting the impulse for his mind to dream up a thousand different sexual scenarios, each one more obscene than the last. But this was not the time for such thoughts, Chekov thought, as the captain must have been furious with him to jump into his face like this.

"You're shaking..."

Chekov had been paying so much attention to the captain that he was startled to hear the sound of Dr. McCoy's voice as he approached him from behind. And he was correct about the ensign's hands. He was practically terrified.

But Chekov was utterly shocked when he felt the sudden touch of the doctor's hands caressing his own. And before he had time to react, he could already feel Kirk's hands on his shoulders.

"Heeeey," Kirk said, almost in a whisper. "Relax, ensign. You're not in trouble."

Chekov again had to fight the sudden frenzy of pornographic imagery racing through his thoughts at warp speed. The warmth of the captain's hands were on his shoulders, while his own hands were now tangled up in the doctor's fingers. But their hands did not remain in those positions for very long.

Suddenly, Chekov found that Kirk's hands were sliding down his chest toward his abdomen. Simultaneously, McCoy had ensnared the ensign's hands and begun pulling them apart, slowly lifting his arms until they were pointed upward. McCoy's body was so close against his back now. Close enough that he was unsure exactly what he was feeling down below.

It couldn't be, Chekov thought. But as four hands glided across the surface of his body, he began to realize it. What he was feeling behind him was the firm press of McCoy's erection poking its way out from behind the man's trousers.

The four hands found their way at the base of Chekov's shirt, which was ripped off of him in one swift, eager motion. Pavel's eyes widened in utter shock, watching half his uniform go soaring into the air, landing halfway onto the back of the captain's chair. And there he stood shirtless, bare white skin pressed hard between two warm bodies, which felt positively enormous compared to his own.

His jaw dropped in stunned excitement. And that was all the incentive Kirk needed to thrust his tongue right into the ensign's mouth.

Chekov shut his eyes at the abrupt, unimaginably sweet sensation of Kirk's tongue against his own. Never before had he known the kiss of another man, or even another woman, for that matter. And though the voices of his parents, and instructors, and authoritative figures in his life screamed for him to have common decency and respect enough to pick up his clothes and stop himself, Chekov found that he was powerless against the touch of his captain.

Even Kirk was surprised when Chekov forced their lips closer together, hurling his tongue back and forth between their two eager mouths.

"Don't be a fuckin' pig," McCoy complained. "Save some for me."

Chekov felt the tender, but forceful grasp of McCoy's fingers against his cheek from behind, forcing the young man's head to turn for McCoy to kiss him. Chekov barely had time to breathe before McCoy made contact with the wettest lips he'd ever tasted. The slight gruffness of McCoy's stubble brushed against Chekov's face as their tongues met.

But a jealous Kirk refused to be ignored for more than a few moments, and he thrust his own face in between the two of them, forcing himself into the kiss. Chekov felt as though the front of his pants were about to explode open to release the massive erection that jammed up against his crotch as his tongue slicked its way back and forth between the two mouths that waited hungrily for it. A wet frenzy of three mouths all passionately connected as they stood there in the middle of the bridge, overcome with a lust that none of them could control.

"That's it," Kirk said, just barely able to break away from the triple-kiss long enough to speak.

McCoy's hands were massaging the ensign's crotch from behind as the two kissed, while Kirk snatched his own shirt away. And before Chekov realized it, his soft hands were gripping the shaft of his captain's cock, which poked stiffly out of his tight, black trousers.

Finally, McCoy released the boy long enough to remove his own shirt. He licked the taste of the ensign from his lips, eyes wide open as he watched him drop to his knees and take the captain's dick into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Kirk exclaimed, as his cock was engulfed between Chekov's lips. The boy moaned softly at the sensation of his captain's penis sliding against his tongue, surfing across the sides of his mouth and down his throat. He estimated that there were at least eight inches of meat packed behind his gums, now being thrust in and out forcefully by his captain, fucking his face without reservation.

Unable to resist the urge, Chekov reached into the fly of the captain's trousers and tugged away at Kirk's balls. And with his other free hand, he unzipped his own fly. And by god, had there been a bell attached to the tip of his cock, the sound would have echoed through every corridor on the entire fucking ship as his penis came flopping out of his pants, the tip of it already wet with tears of precum.

Chekov had no idea how he ended up completely naked, standing on all fours on top of his own control console. But there he was, his tight, milky white ass perked up in the air as McCoy's fingers combed through the curls in his hair.

"Oh my" was all Chekov could think to say as he felt the sudden, blinding sensation of Kirk's tongue thrusting into his asshole. His immediate instinct was to flinch and tighten his hole, but the captain possessively gripped his waist and pulled him right back into position.

The captain sat there with the hardest erection Chekov had ever seen, feasting on the ensigns ass as he stood over the console on his knees. He was nearly breathless by the first few moments of contact against the hot moisture of Kirk's mouth burrowing into his tight end. But he barely had time to get used to the sensation before McCoy took a handful of the ensign's hair and swung his head around.

The doctor's erect dick slapped him in the face as he turned to face it.

"Start sucking," McCoy breathed. "Doctor's orders."

A smile crept up on Chekov's face as his eyes were fixed upon the throbbing penis that stared back at him, protruding from a warm patch of black pubic hair. Chekov could hardly stand to look at the bushy fuzz without having it in his hand.

The doctor gasped in surprise as the boy dove straight down onto his cock, instantly shoving the full length of it into his mouth, and his sweat-soaked fingers caressed the black fur behind it.

Chekov moaned in ecstasy. All at once, there was a dick in his mouth, a patch of fur in his hand, and a tongue feverishly slamming into his ever-loosening asshole. And if it wasn't for the fear that someone might try to enter the bridge, he felt as though he could have painted the whole control panel white with the load waiting to escape his erection right at that moment.

But for a few brief seconds, the doctor and the captain were out of reach. He opened his eyes, panting nervously as he watched the two of them switch places. And he shut his eyes once again as he felt the slap of McCoy's hand against his ass as he began to tongue-fuck him from behind, and the lather of Kirk's mouth as he kissed him from in front.

"God, you taste so fucking good," Kirk whispered before sucking the boy's tongue, which Chekov was more than happy for him to receive.

And he was equally happy to receive the fuzzy erection that now tapped against the side of his ass, ready to bury itself into his hole. McCoy slicked his cock with saliva, playfully teasing its target with a slow, circular touch.

"Do it," Chekov managed to get out. It was all he could think to say. And though he was nervous from never having done such a thing, he was desperate to feel the doctor inside of him.

And so, McCoy granted his wish. Kirk was right there to kiss away the initial sting of the doctor entering Chekov's hole. Whatever pain the ensign might have experienced as his hole was stretched, Kirk drowned it out with the stroke of his tongue. And finally, the whole of McCoy's penis was within him, jamming against his prostate, blasting Chekov with a ludicrously powerful sensation.

Without thinking, Chekov slammed his hand against the console, and a torpedo was suddenly launched from the ship. Chekov braced himself for a scolding from his two senior officers, but all he got was a laugh. Chekov would have laughed along with them had it not been for the sudden rush of McCoy's dick thrusting into his hole, even faster than before.

"Godfuckingdammit, you're tight," McCoy let out through grit teeth. The sight of his doctor's lustful face set Kirk off even more. He broke away from his kiss with Chekov just long enough to shove his cock into the ensign's mouth.

Chekov squealed as his fingers tightened around the rim of the control console. His slender back arched, dripping with sweat, and two dicks were fucking him hard from both ends. The only thing louder than his own unintelligible cries were the obscenely hard packing noises that escaped their wet bodies every time McCoy slammed himself against the back of his ensign.

"I'm almost there!" McCoy released. "I'm almost there!"

The sound of his voice, teetering on the brink of an orgasm, sent a surge of energy through Chekov, and he rammed his ass back against the doctor's body, tightening his hole as best he could. It took only seconds to push him over the edge.

McCoy slid himself out of the ensign and barely grabbed his erection in time before it exploded all over Chekov's back. And at nearly the same time, the cries of the captain signaled his own climax, as his cock erupted into Chekov's mouth, launching a stream of cum directly down the young man's throat. He choked for only an instant before swallowing it all.

Kirk squirmed wildly when he realized Chekov wasn't going to release him right away. He kept sucking long after the orgasm, refusing to let go even after the captain's post-climax penis swelled sensitively in his mouth. But the feeling of McCoy's half-hard penis still caressing the bare surface of his ass was enough to finally push him to the brink.

Chekov found himself slamming back into the captain's chair as Kirk and McCoy took their places on either side of him, licking away at his hardened, pink nipples. The captain's hand was at the ensign's shaft, stroking mercilessly as the doctor's fingers danced beneath his balls.

At long last, his youthful body was unable to hold it any longer, and a white splash burst forth from his cock and shot clear over his shoulder.

"Jesus!" McCoy exclaimed in surprise. Chekov could barely hear him over the sound of his own cries. Waves of pleasure swept through his entire body like never before. His heartbeat finally slowed back to a quiet rhythm as he watched his two lovers reach across the captain's chair and begin to kiss.

Kirk and McCoy both wore triumphant looks on their faces as they broke away just long enough to turn back toward Chekov with smiles, and they pulled him into the kiss.

Chekov knew that what they had just done was insane. His clothes were stil hanging all over the chairs and consoles. The evidence of their encounter was dripping onto the floor. Even if some part of Kirk and McCoy had a deep attraction to him, it would have taken a powerful telepathic force to unlock those feelings enough to make them want to fuck one of their ensigns on the bridge of the Enterprise.

Chekov knew he was going to have to find some way to tell Spock, in order to address the situation rationally, and to help Kirk and McCoy back toward a stable condition.

He would make certain that everything was back to normal by the end of the week... Definitely... Possibly... Hopefully not.