Chekov woke to the muted sound of bagpipes. Knowing he was alone he rolled over to look for Scott anyway.

'Of course he's playing the pipes,' Chekov thought as he got up. 'If not him then it's a ghost.' He padded over the to the big, nearly soundproof, windows overlooking the shop floor and watched Scott, dressed only in a kilt, slowly walking around playing his pipes. The Russian watched his lover for a moment longer until the need to urinate drove him into the bathroom. Since he was in there already, he decided to shower. He remembered last time Scott had woken in the middle of the night and played the pipes to help him think. The engineer had been particularly amorous when he returned to bed, having thought out whatever was bothering him. Chekov was dearly hoping it would be the same tonight.

It was nice to have hot water showers for as long and as often as he wanted. Chekov considered it one of the benefits of the posting to Starfleet headquarters. Living with Scott above one of the shops in the fleet shipyards in Oakland was not the most comfortable situation in the world but the novelty and romance of living with Scott offset whatever reservations Chekov had about it. Besides, on Tuesday night he got to sleep in Spock's highly automated and overheated apartment in the fleet housing complex.

Life was good, Chekov considered, as he padded across the wide cold floor and slipped back into bed. He set the bedside lamp on low and sat listening to Scott playing. It was a sad sound but Chekov had learned it didn't mean Scott was sad; merely thoughtful.

In the course of their romance, Chekov had learned that Montgomery Scott was the most patient and tender of men. The engineer didn't actually have very many moods so the rare outburst of anger or joy stood out very much in the plain of his vast even temper and seeming serenity. Scott was in good humor when his engines were working at maximum efficiency. His health, his finances, his friends, his lover were simply a pleasant accompaniment to the core of his life: warp drives and the ships around them.

However, Chekov had discerned beneath the vast even temper a melancholy. Over time and because the navigator actually listened to what Scott said to him, he concluded that this melancholy stemmed from Scott's disappointment that the sentient beings around him were fragile, flawed and simply didn't work as well and wouldn't last as long as his warp drives and the ships around them. Chekov, when he thought about it, was still tying to decide if Scott considered this an inexcusable design flaw in creation or simply the limits of being that could not be transcended and in the first case his lover was outraged by shoddy work and in the second he was saddened by the prison of flesh and bone beings are cursed to inhabit.

Chekov stretched voluptuously remembering how much fun they'd had with each other in their respective prisons of flesh and bone a few days ago. Scott was a wonderful lover: patient, thorough, reliable. He allowed Chekov a certain leeway for inventiveness but generally kept the youngster on a short rein. In many ways this made Chekov feel safe because there were few surprises with Scott and those were only pleasant ones. Such as that Scott liked to make love in the shower now and then. This had been his hope when he stepped into the shower but, alas, it had not transpired.

So, he was laying on his back, mulling over a navigation plan he was working on in his office when Scotty finally came to bed.

"I dinea wake you, did I, lad?" Scott asked, setting his bagpipes in their case and unclasping his kilt.

"I like to wake up when you come back to bed, Monty." Chekov smiled at the engineer crossing the room.

"Aye, that pleases me," Scott murmured, slipping into bed and pulling the Russian into his arms.

Chekov's only answer was to tighten his arms around Scott and welcome his lover's tongue in his mouth. He drew his hips back to accommodate their burgeoning erections and then forward to rub them together.

Breaking the kiss, Chekov urged Scott onto his back and kissed a trail down to the Engineer's cock. He ran his lips around the helmet and down along the sides. He engulfed the head and slowly drew the entire shaft down his throat. Chekov was quite proud of this and knew Scott appreciated it very much.

Scott interrupted Chekov to pull him into a sixty-nine and applied himself to pleasuring his lover. He twined his tongue around the shapely head of Chekov's cock and sucked on his balls, something that drove the ensign wild. Scott was quite adept at oral sex and very quickly brought Chekov off.

He pulled Chekov up to him and kissed him hard. Keeping one arm around the younger man, Scott reached for the lubricant on the bedside table. Scott gently made the entrance to Chekov's body slick and relaxed. Quickly lubing his erection, Scotty spread Chekov's legs a little wider and rolled him forward.

Arranging his legs comfortably around Scott's waist, Chekov angled his hips up to meet the Engineer's cock, which gently slipped inside him. No need to be quiet, Chekov let out a groan of pleasure and thrust wildly against his lover.

It was Scott's opinion that Chekov made the most charming noises while making love so he did not discourage him at all. There was no one in the dock to disturb anyway. He bent to kiss his lover when he hit bottom. Chekov quieted somewhat while Scott rested but was more vocal when the engineer began to fuck his lover with long, hard strokes.

Chekov thrust up to meet Scott's rhythm. He rolled his head on the pillow in pure animal pleasure and looked up at the intent Engineer very nicely fucking him.

Scott shortened his thrusts and slid all the way in. Scott paused to recover his breath and composure; it was too soon to cum anyway. To distract Chekov while he rested, Scott ran his tongue over the younger man's shoulder and then gently bit him.

Chekov moved his legs Scott's waist and hooked his feet behind the Engineer's ass. He looked Scott right in the eye as if daring him to try to pull out.

Which is what Scott then tried to do. It became a match of strengths, Scott withdrawing and Chekov forcing him back in. Eventually Chekov surrendered to his own pleasure and let go of Scott's ass. He drew his legs up to his chest to give Scott a better angle of penetration so the Engineer could fuck him silly. He thrashed wildly against Scott as he came and was crushed against Scott's warm chest as the Engineer shuddered into his own profound orgasm.

They lay panting against each other. Scott groaned softly into Chekov's neck and Chekov stroked his broad shoulders as he shivered with pleasure beneath the older man.

After a few spent moments, Scott withdrew and rolled onto his back. He pulled Chekov to his side and settled him on his shoulder. He stroked the tousled dark head and held him close as he drifted off into happy sleep.

Chekov stayed awake for a moment longer, observing that his life had become a very happy life with Scott and no other.

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