Promotion by Kaki

Author: Kaki (kaki4@ipass.net)

Author's web page:

http://www.oocities.org/agentshymoon/tos/authork/kaki.html

Series: EFF:TOS

EFF Archive: http://www.oocities.org/ensign_fuh_q_fest/

Pairing: Chekov/(K/S)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Chekov needs help with his career. See how Kirk

smoothes his path.

Note: An event from Kirk's past is mentioned in the story. The

details are in my KFF story (the badly overdue, but not yet finished

one), so I hope everyone will get curious and read both.

Thanks to my beta readers who definitely improved this story:

Moriva, Isla, and JS Cavalcante.

Promotion by Kaki

". . . and you've taken over duties as needed in other

departments earning praise from the department heads in each

instance. So, Ensign, I plan to recommend you for promotion to

lieutenant on your next service anniversary."

Chekov's eyes widened suddenly and a brilliant smile swept

over his face. "Thank you, Keptin. Thank you."

"You deserve it, Ensign. I don't think anyone will question

my recommendation. So, unless something unforeseen happens,

plan on some new braid in one month," Kirk informed his

subordinate. "This is one of my favorite duties, Pavel. Uhura will

want to throw a party; Scotty will fire up his still..."

Chekov smiled back. "Yes, sair."

"And Sulu will come up with something for entertainment."

"Yes, sair. I am sure he vill want to," Chekov responded.

"I need you to sign here," Kirk continued, "agreeing that

you want the promotion and certifying that you meet the

requirements."

Chekov froze. "I kennot, sair," Chekov said, his eyes now

downcast.

"Ensign?" Kirk was clearly puzzled.

"I am not eligible, sair."

"You've got the navigation experience, the continuing

education, the leadership, and the physical training. Plus good

reviews each year," Kirk reminded him.

Chekov nodded, shifted in his seat, but remained quiet for

another minute. Then continued, blushing profusely, "I do not meet

Regulation 25 subsection 3.5.1. Sair."

"Oh!" Kirk spoke in surprise before his training took over,

allowing him to nod and speak calmly. "You have had at least five

years notice; the subject is covered in the Introduction to Starfleet

course everyone has to take by their sophomore year at the

academy. I know you wanted this promotion; I would have

expected you to check the requirements and have fulfilled them all

by now."

"Yes, sair. I do want the promotion, but did not expect

your recommendation this year. I thought to have another year."

Chekov swallowed. "Originally, when I signed up, I didn't think the

requirement would be so. . . wery. . . difficult, sair."

"Um, Chekov speaking not as your captain, but as another

officer, another man, I have to tell you that this is one regulation

that does cause some people trouble. But Starfleet is serious about

it. As you know, experienced officers are expected to have skills

in all areas that are required for missions. As we've discussed

already, you've accomplished a lot aboard ship - - navigation,

several cross-trained posts, your academic pursuits in science and

languages, and the weapons training. I think it's clear that you're

officer material. But if you serve on a star ship you have to meet all

the requirements." Kirk paused, then continued when Chekov

remained silent. "If you have religious objections, you may be

reassigned."

"No, sair."

"Can we discuss this as two men, not 'sir' and 'ensign'? If

you do not want to discuss this with me, you may talk to Dr.

McCoy instead." Kirk smiled gently, looking friendly and

concerned.

"No. You're fine. I mean, I'm glad to talk to you. Um,

well, maybe not glad, but I appreciate your villingness."

"Take a deep breath and slow down. It'll help."

Chekov took a deep breath and sighed.

Kirk waited.

"It's not that I am opposed to following the regulation,

simply that I haf not found a good time."

"Or person?"

Chekov blushed profusely. "A person, I haf found. That is

the problem. If I had no one in mind, I could have met the

requirement."

Kirk lifted an eyebrow, encouraging a more enlightening

answer.

"He has not...." Chekov continued, but stopped mid

explanation.

"OK, am I right? You would, but he won't?"

"I can not simply ask him. It is too important. I believe

that we could be together if we have the time. To ask him to do

this for me for the rules. . ." Chekov spoke disjointedly as he

thought about the situation. "It is not possible. Vat if it goes

wrong?"

"I don't have a good answer to that one. But you do need

to meet the requirements."

"I understand. However, if I remain an ensign...."

"That'll buy you a few more months, but not solve the

problem. Starfleet is quite serious. In order to serve on board any

other interstellar ship, at your current level, you must comply with

all of the requirements for possible diplomatic missions. We may

not technically be diplomats, but we have to be prepared to act as

such. You've been on board long enough to have seen how often

the officers of this ship have to serve in that capacity. So Starfleet

insists that we all be prepared as much as possible. Hence,

Regulation 25 subsection 3.5.1. And you must comply within the

given time limits. They are generous, Pavel. Years."

"But..."

"No buts. To stay here, you must have sex with a male."

This time Kirk's skin took on a slightly flushed look in reaction to

Chekov's beet red.

Chekov nodded.

"We've got Shore Leave coming up in about a month. That

will be too late for this year's promotion, but perhaps..."

"I vill consider it."

"Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you with

your plans. I think you have enough leave time saved up and . . .."

Chekov nodded again, then stared at Kirk pensively.

Kirk shuffled some papers, attempting to give Chekov a

chance to pull himself back together before the interview was over.

Chekov shifted nervously in his seat until his blush faded

and a look of decision appeared. Then he sat up straight, and spoke

decisively, "Sair, would you do me the honor of being my first."

Kirk swallowed hard and made himself think calmly. "Are

you sure? This seems a bit sudden."

"Yes, sair. I am sure. You know what you're doing, and I

wouldn't have to worry about your feelings or ruining our

friendship. It would not seem like I'd had a romantic involvement,

if I ever needed to explain what happened," Chekov responded

thoughtfully. "Yes, it would be my preference."

"It's been a long time since anyone asked me to do this,

Pavel. I am honored," he replied, then paused, thinking, "Yes, I

will, if you accept my caveat. I must, of course, ask him first, but I

do believe that Spock would find it appropriate to assist you in this

way."

"Sair?"

"A three-some, ensign. Spock would not approve of our

having an affair, even in the line of duty. But, if I know him at all,

he would find it logical for us to help you together."

Chekov's radiant smile returned, "Yes, indeed. It would be

logical, sair."

"Jim. Please, call me Jim."

Chekov nodded, but couldn't quite say it.

"When?" Kirk asked.

"What?"

"When do you want to do this?"

"Soon. Before I lose my nerve."

Kirk pulled up the crew schedule on the console. "We are

all available tomorrow evening. 2130."

"Yes."

"I'll let you know Spock's decision before bedtime tonight,"

Kirk said. "Do you know what to do to prepare?"

"I think so, Keptin. It's just subsection 3.5.1 I'm missing. I

fulfilled 3.5.2 and 3.5.3. Years ago."

Kirk laughed at Chekov's almost proud expression, causing

Chekov to laugh in response.

"You know what I mean. I've had sex, just not with a man."

"I understand - - 3.5.2 for sex with a woman and .3 for

another species. But you missed .1."

"So far."

"Yes, so far. We'll fix that. As long as you are sure you

want to do this with us."

Chekov's blush returned and his breathing quickened as he

pondered the situation for several minutes. Then he nodded

affirmatively.

Kirk's own breathing rate increased as he also contemplated

the coming evening. After Chekov's nod, Kirk stood up, letting

Chekov know it was time to leave. Chekov rose and blushed again

as Kirk noted the swelling of his groin.

"Nice, Pavel. I guess you are interested," Kirk teased

gently, allowing his own pleasurable reaction to show.

"Tomorrow?"

"Right."

Chekov left hurriedly, and Kirk commed his mate in the

science lab.

~~<@>~~

At precisely 2130, Kirk's door chimed.

"Enter," a deep Vulcan voice responded.

Chekov took one step into the room and stood nervously as

the door closed behind him.

"Computer, lock door to voice control of Kirk, Spock,

Chekov," Kirk called out as he took two steps toward the ensign.

"Come on in, Pavel. You are welcome."

"May I obtain a drink for either of you?" asked Spock.

Kirk smiled at Spock. "Yes, please. Apple juice."

At the same time, Chekov nodded affirmatively.

"Apple juice or k'witai?"

"May I have water, cold water, sair?"

"Certainly."

Spock poured three glasses and distributed them.

Kirk held his glass aloft between the other two men and

toasted, "To new experiences."

Chekov froze. All three men lowered their glasses. "Sairs,"

Chekov mumbled nervously. "I don't think I can go through with

this. I appreciate that you are villing, but I, I, I. . .."

"Pavel, is it just nervousness? We can work through nerves.

If you've realized you don't want to do this with us, we'll respect

that. But..."

"Nerves, Keptin. Nothing else." Chekov blushed again.

"OK. Can you tell me why you're nervous?"

"Ummm."

Kirk looked up at Spock suggesting with a glance that he

should stay quiet so that Chekov could speak.

"Well, sair. You're my keptin and Mr. Spock is the first

officer."

"Yes. And part of what we enjoy in our careers is the

chance to help out, to make sure you have a chance at a career you

deserve and want."

"But you're famous! We studied you at the academy."

Kirk looked surprised, then chuckled.

"Oh, Pavel. If you only knew how that thought takes me

back."

Chekov looked up, curious.

"Hmmm. I guess it makes sense to tell you a bit. Only

fair."

"And logical," Spock agreed.

"Back when I graduated from the academy, I hadn't met

3.5.1 yet. I wasn't worried about it. I knew I probably had 3 or 4

years before I'd be up for a promotion and probably more. I didn't

see any reason to rush into anything. Anyway, at graduation I met

a man who'd been my hero for years. As you just said, we'd even

studied him at the academy. We spent several hours together and

really hit it off."

Kirk's eyes glazed over slightly as he relived the pleasant

memories. "At the end of the evening he asked me to come back to

his hotel with him. We had a great time, and I learned a lot. I still

admired his career, but I'd spent the private time with him, not his

braid."

"And...afterward?"

Afterward, we were fine. I saw him every so often until our

missions took us different ways. We never slept together again, but

we did meet as friends."

"Sounds nice."

"I can't promise you that this will go as well. But I think we

can all have a good experience. Heck, I've yet to have sex that

wasn't fun."

Spock lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing. Chekov just

nodded.

"Spock?"

"Yes, Jim."

"Your turn."

"You wish me to relate my first experience."

"Yes," both Humans responded eagerly.

"I was in my 15th year. My first semester Vulcan physiology

partner was male. We completed the required labs, as well as the

recommended additional study. It was educational."

"You were assigned a sex partner?" Chekov gulped.

"I had the right of refusal, as did he."

"Oh. And it wasn't fun, just school work?" Chekov asked,

sounding disturbed at the thought.

"At the time, I did not comprehend the term 'fun.' It was

pleasurable; we would not have completed the course if we had not

succeeded in learning to elicit pleasurable response in each other."

"Hmmm. I guess not," Chekov agreed after a moment's

thought. "And afterward?"

"The next semester, I had a female partner."

Chekov blushed; Kirk grinned as he watched Chekov's face.

"I meant what happened between you two afterward?"

"We remained acquaintances. Before Jim and I became

involved, he and I occasionally shared ourselves with pleasurable

results."

Chekov blushed again. Kirk leered cheerfully at Spock,

teasing him. "I bet it was. I've always enjoyed physiology lab with

you."

"I endeavor to please."

Chekov laughed.

Kirk raised his glass again. Spock lifted his in response.

Chekov paused for a moment, then lifted his. Kirk grinned and

Chekov smiled shyly.

"To new experiences. May they all give as much pleasure

as this evening will," Kirk said.

The clink of the glasses seemed to break what was left of

the tension in the room as all three relaxed and sipped their drinks.

"Come on into our room, Pavel," Kirk grinned at Chekov.

Spock stood and led the way into the recently refurbished bedroom.

The combined bedroom was approximately 50% bigger than the

original captain's bedroom and housed a large bed and two end

tables. Wall-mounted lamps above each side of the head board,

provided indirect light instead of the usual rather harsh glare of the

overhead fixture.

Chekov looked around and smiled. "I didn't know how you

two survived on the usual narrow bunk. Now I know."

"Nice, isn't it?"

"It was only logical. Starfleet wished to save on sick bay

charges."

Chekov looked momentarily confused, then laughed with

Kirk as Kirk finished Spock's thought. "Now we don't fall out very

often."

"Not fancy, but big enough for the two of us," Kirk

continued.

"Or the three," Spock said in his normal staid voice.

Chekov took a moment to respond as if he couldn't believe

he'd heard correctly. "Oh, yes."

Kirk took Spock's hand, but looked at Chekov. "He has a

wicked sense of humor; still catches me off guard sometimes."

"Jim. I did not intend to be humorous."

"Of course not, sexy Vulcan," he replied, then kissed Spock

passionately. He pulled him close, pressing their bodies together;

his tongue slid into Spock's mouth, teasing him. Spock responded

avidly, opening his mouth, sliding his hands under Kirk's shirt.

"Mmmm."

Soon both men were breathing heavily, as was their

observer. Kirk lifted his head, "Ah, Spock. Now?"

"Indeed."

Kirk released Spock and advanced on Chekov. "Your turn,

Pavel." Kirk placed one hand on Chekov's cheek, softly caressed

him with one thumb, then gently held him still. Kirk tilted his head

and slowly closed the distance between them, allowing Chekov to

react to the approach. Chekov held his ground, but closed his eyes.

Kirk's lips met Chekov's with light pressure. As Chekov's body

relaxed, Kirk increased the pressure and slid his tongue between the

now slightly parted lips. As tongue met tongue, Chekov made a

small noise in his throat. When Kirk heard the evidence of

Chekov's pleasure, he deepened the kiss and stepped closer, his

body now only inches from Chekov's.

Unnoticed by the others, Spock pulled his uniform tunic and

shirt over his head and tossed them onto a chair. He surreptitiously

took his place behind Chekov; then placed one hand high on each of

Chekov's hips, and leaned his head down. He slowly sucked

Chekov's earlobe into his mouth, applying pressure with his lips,

then released the lobe to lick it and trace the outer ear with his

tongue. Slowly working his way downward, he licked and nipped

behind Chekov's ear, then down the tense column of Chekov's neck.

Chekov gasped, releasing Kirk's mouth. Kirk moved his

body to touch Chekov chest to chest. "He feels good, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yes. So hot."

"Wait till you feel that mouth on. . ." Kirk covered Chekov's

mouth with his own, leaving Chekov to imagine all the places that

mouth could go. Chekov shivered.

"Cold?" Kirk pretended to guess. "You need to be warmed

up."

Chekov only moaned.

"Spock?"

Spock nodded, then slid his hands under Chekov's shirt,

forward over the smooth skin until Spock's arms were wrapped

around Chekov, their bodies tightly pulled together.

Chekov purred. "You haf wery warm arms, Mr. Spock."

"Just Spock in here, Pavel," Kirk corrected before nodding

at Spock. "Now."

Four hands reached down and pulled up Chekov's shirt.

Kirk tugged it over his head and tossed it away as Spock plastered

his chest to Chekov's back and flattened warm palms on his chest.

Kirk turned back and grinned at them. "That's it. Sexy.

God, Spock. Your skin looks so green against his pink. Pavel,

your blush looks good, too." He looked down the two men, then

up again. "His nipples are so hard, Spock. I think they want to be

touched. Right?"

"Please, yes." Chekov leaned his head back on Spock's

shoulder and for the first time touched Spock, covering the warmer

hands with his, laying his arms over Spock's, then pulling upward

until Spock's fingers brushed over Chekov's nipples. "Please,

please," he gasped as Spock dragged his fingertips across the needy

flesh. Then, Chekov moaned deeply as Spock caught each nipple

between one thumb and forefinger and rolled it. His eyes shut

tightly and his hips thrust forward, grazing Kirk's groin.

Chekov clutched Spock's wrists, holding his hands in place

as he thrust against Kirk again. Kirk stepped closer and rocked

against Chekov before tipping his head forward to kiss him.

Chekov met the seeking lips with a deep wet kiss, then

pulled away suddenly, releasing Kirk's lips as he pushed Spock's

hands lower. "Sair. Please."

"Mmmm." Kirk leaned in to nuzzle Chekov's neck; his own

chest brushing against the two pairs of clasped hands. "Touch me,

too, Spock." Spock used the back of his knuckles to caress Kirk's

hardening nipples through the thin fabric of his uniform.

"Sair. Jim! Stop!"

Kirk pulled back, surprised. He stared into Chekov's frantic

face. "Pavel? Are you..."

Chekov blushed.

"Oh. I understand. It's okay, Pavel. Let me take care of

you. Remember what I told you about my first time. He taught me

that it can be a good thing to take the edge off." Kirk lightly kissed

Chekov's cheek. "Then we can have more fun." Turning his head

slightly to address Spock, he continued, "Just hold him. I know

how good it feels just to be held by you."

Spock nodded. Kirk brushed his thumb across Spock's

hand, then tossed off his own shirt as he knelt before Chekov.

Carefully avoiding touching the blatant bulge, Kirk released the

trouser closure, then pulled Chekov's pants and briefs to his feet.

"Lift," he ordered and was obeyed. Quickly Kirk removed

Chekov's clothing and tossed it to the side. He leaned back and

looked up appreciatively.

"Beautiful, Pavel."

"Indeed."

Chekov shivered and blushed. "I'm..."

"Breathe in. Out."

Chekov complied, and his body relaxed.

"That's it."

"Now, Jim. Do not tease us," Spock asked.

"Ah," Kirk grinned. "You like to watch."

Spock groaned and wrapped his arms more tightly around

Chekov, leaning his head forward for a better view of Kirk.

Chekov looked surprised, then pleased.

Kirk slid one finger upward from the base of Chekov's cock

to the head, then removed his hand as the shaft jumped and liquid

beaded at the head. Then he eased one hand between Chekov's

legs. As Chekov shifted to accommodate the hand between his

thighs, Kirk cupped the taut balls in his hand and squeezed lightly.

"Oh, God. Jim!" Chekov spread his thighs farther apart

and whimpered. "Please, more."

Spock's eyes opened farther and he licked his lips. Kirk

nodded at him. "Yes," Spock whispered. Kirk wrapped one palm

around the base of the throbbing cock, pulled it slightly forward and

engulfed it in his mouth.

"Aaah!" yelled Chekov, first thrusting forward into the hot,

wet cavern, then pulling back, trying to avoid his climax. His hips

nudged Spock's settling Spock's erection into the cleft, the firm

flesh searing him even through the layers still separating them. "Oh

Spock, good. Jimmm," he cried out. Kirk swirled his tongue over

the heated flesh in his mouth, squeezed the balls again, and sucked

hard.

Chekov screamed as his semen spurted into Kirk's mouth.

Kirk swallowed convulsively, his eyes smiling up at the other two

men. A second wave, then a third filled Kirk's mouth before

Chekov began to sag in Spock's arms. Spock caught him, steadying

him as he caught his breath. Kirk released the softening cock and

stood. He smiled at Chekov, kissed him gently, then leaned against

Chekov to kiss Spock. Spock opened his mouth to suck in Kirk's

tongue. "Mmmm." They kissed for a few moments, then parted.

"You taste enticing, Pavel," Spock whispered into Chekov's

ear. "Will you help me undress Jim?"

Chekov nodded and in a short time all three were naked.

They ran their hands over each other's bodies in random patterns,

each man taking his turn in the middle of the grouping. Gradually

the caresses moved from backs and arms to nipples and genitals and

all three were gasping with pleasure.

"Pavel, I want to show you more. We want to share more

with you," Kirk panted, one hand wrapped around Spock's cock,

the other laced in Chekov's hair. "But you have to decide.

Technically, you have now fulfilled 3.5.1."

Spock's eyebrow raised as he stroked Chekov's chest and

Kirk's hip.

Chekov smiled, his fingers threading through thick curls on

both lower abdomens. "I wish more, Jim. Much more."

Kirk climbed onto the bed, moving toward the head. He

reached his hand to Chekov guiding him onto the bed, facing Kirk.

Spock followed and all three knelt on the bed.

Spock ran his hands down Chekov's back until he held his

buttocks.

"So warm, Spock."

"May I?" Spock asked as his fingers strayed toward

Chekov's cleft.

Chekov shifted, lifting his hips a scant inch toward Spock.

He looked into Kirk's eyes, saw the approval there. "Yes, I want it

all. Your heat." Chekov shivered. Kirk reached out to him, ran his

hands over his shoulders, then leaned forward and kissed him. Kirk

skillfully slid his tongue into Chekov's mouth as Spock circled

Chekov's tight opening with a finger.

Spock ran his free hand over Chekov's thigh. Kirk reached

for the lubricant.

"This may feel cool, Pavel. But Spock will make it feel so

good," Kirk warned as he squeezed some of the thick gel onto

Spock's fingers.

Chekov used his thumb to caress Spock's palm, then to

stroke Kirk's hand where it touched Spock's. "Teach me."

Kirk returned to kissing Chekov as Spock slid one slippery

finger into him. Chekov gasped, releasing Kirk's mouth. "So good,

so..." Kirk kissed his forehead and Chekov looked up at him, "I'm

sorry, Jim. I can't seem to keep from moaning and it's..oh.. so

hard...mmmm...to kiss when I'm...ooh." Chekov's eyes closed as he

pushed back against Spock's fingers. Spock held him steady with

the hand on Chekov's hip and continued to prepare him.

"Pavel, tell me if anything hurts. The incidence of at least

minimal pain is 83.4% in first encounters."

"Spock! Statistics, now," laughed Kirk. He stroked

Chekov's cheek and spoke to him, "You do have to tell us. We

want to give you pleasure."

"Any more..ahh..pleasure, and I vill come too soon."

"Already? Ah youth."

"Jim, you have the same recuperative powers," Spock

remonstrated as he slid two fingers back into Chekov.

"Well, yeah."

Spock reached out his hand toward Kirk who squeezed gel

into it. Kirk then slid lower in front of Chekov. "Lean against me,

Pavel." As Pavel leaned forward, Kirk reached under him and

circled the taut nipples with his fingertips. Chekov laid his head on

Kirk's shoulder, sucked gently at his neck, then began to moan

again.

"Now, Spock."

Spock flushed, "Jim, watch. Ahhh. Feel this, Pavel," he

demanded as he slid the head of his cock into Chekov's slippery

opening. "Warm. Tight."

"Ohh..." Chekov groaned, then gasped and stiffened. Spock

stopped his motion until Chekov relaxed. "More, now."

Spock pushed slowly inward, and Kirk twisted Chekov's

nipples.

"God, you two are beautiful. And hot." Kirk's eyes glazed

over with pleasure as he watch his Vulcan lover ease his hard, green

flesh deep into the sweaty, willing body before him. He released

Chekov's left nipple, dropping his hand to touch himself, beginning

long slow strokes in time with Spock's.

Spock opened his eyes at Kirk's words and, noticing Kirk's

arousal, began to thrust harder, faster. Chekov moaned.

"Are you ok, Pavel?" Kirk asked.

"Yes," Chekov managed to gasp out. "Feels good. Like I

am so full. He's so hot and so hard." Chekov looked deeply into

Kirk's eyes, his passion glowing within him.

"Yes, I know," he smiled, "And you just want more."

"Yes."

"And harder."

"Yes," Chekov agreed again.

"And then he hits..."

Chekov gasped, then screamed "Ohh" as his body

shuddered. He closed his eyes and thrust his body backward onto

the hard cock, pulled forward, working with Spock to increase their

speed. Thrust, pull back, another thrust. His eyes opened again,

showing almost painful pleasure. "Keptin?"

"Yes, he's rubbing your prostate," Kirk whispered. "He's so

good. You're doing so well, Pavel."

"Mmmm," Chekov responded.

Deeper groans began to come from Spock, as he pounded

into Chekov. The sound of flesh slapping flesh grew louder, as did

the groans. "Pavel."

No answer except a groan.

"Pavel."

Chekov lifted his head slightly.

"Pavel, touch Jim, if you can."

"Yes, oh yes." Chekov rested his head more heavily on

Kirk's shoulder to brace himself, then lifted one of his hands to

Kirk's thigh. He stroked quickly up to Kirk's groin and grasped the

shaft below Kirk's hand.

Kirk shivered as his cock twitched. "So soon. I'm too

close." He slid his hand over Chekov's and guided the motions.

Spock looked across at his lover. "Together." He reached

under Chekov, grasped his cock and squeezed gently. Then he

thrust hard into Chekov and pulled out. Establishing a punishing

pace, he thrust into Chekov, who pushed back onto him. He

stroked Chekov's cock in time with his movements as Chekov

stroked Kirk's. His eyes locked onto Kirk's and he began to pant.

All three men groaned. Spock gasped, Chekov whimpered in pain

and pleasure, and Kirk cried out, "Oh Spock. Pavel," as they

climaxed so close together as to be simultaneous.

They remained in position for several moments, all three

gasping for air. Spock gently caressed Chekov's back and hip, and

Chekov nuzzled Kirk's neck. Then Kirk laughed. "Oh, that was

good!"

Spock nodded agreement and slowly pulled out of Chekov,

allowing all three to collapse. Kirk pulled both men forward until

they lay entwined.

"Pavel?"

"You are right, Jim. That was good," he replied before

falling asleep. Kirk grinned at Spock, who raised his eyebrow in

answer. Then both older men joined the younger in a deep, sated

slumber.

~~<@>~~

Two months later, laughter rang out in the rec room.

"Another verra good party we've thrown, lassie." Scotty

beamed down at Uhura.

"He deserved it. Pavel has worked long and hard for this

moment," Uhura agreed, smiling up at Scotty and snuggling closer

to him, enjoying the arm wrapped loosely over her shoulder.

"Now, what will you do for me when I get promoted? I'm planning

on..."

"Everyone, it's time." Kirk lifted his glass and nodded to

Chekov, who grinned broadly. "I'd like to offer a toast to the man

of the hour. Lt. Chekov. May he always do as well as he has on

the Enterprise, and may his career bring him joy and fulfillment."

Kirk took a sip and the others followed. "I'd also like to say 'Thank

You' to you, Lieutenant. It has been my pleasure to be your first

captain."

Chekov stood and gave an appropriately Russian bow to the

crowd. "Thank you to everyone who came out for the party and to

Uhura and Scotty for planning it. But most especially to Keptin

Kirk and Mister Spock for all they have done for me. I plan to

continue my hard work here on the ship." Chekov blushed as he

spoke and carefully looked away from Kirk for a moment.

Kirk's smile grew broader as Chekov praised him.

"And I promise that all the lessons you have taught me vill

be put to good use."

Kirk's breath caught and he coughed, but covered it well by

lifting his glass.

Chekov lifted his in turn. "To the Enterprise and her crew!"

Everyone drank, then cheered as they surrounded Chekov,

wishing him well.

/End/

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