Sulu looked at the doctor, and the doctor looked at Sulu. Then they both looked into the hotel room they each had a key to.

"D'you think he's trying to tell us something?" Sulu asked, then grabbed at air as the bottle he'd been holding slipped out of his fingers and hit the carpet. It rolled across the corridor and he stumbled as he lunged to retrieve it. He ended up full length on the floor.

McCoy shook his head. "Probably." The sound of a large, drunken party of guests echoed up the stairwell. "If we stand out here, they're goin' to think we're doin' something indiscrete."

"We *are* doing something indiscrete," Sulu said, rising unsteadily to his feet and following the doctor into the room. The door closed automatically behind him.

"Nice room," McCoy said. He wandered around for a few moments, flicking switches, watching a variety of facilities emerge from behind fake wooden panels and retreat again. "It's good to know he doesn't think we come cheap."

Sulu laughed.

"What's the joke, Mister Sulu?"

The helmsman thought about it. "Just nerves, I guess."

"So," McCoy sighed, "you were drinking with Chekov, and he..."

"And Ives and Donaghue. It wasn't just the two of us."

"Whatever. And he was drunk?"

"Yeah. Pretty drunk. Pretty quickly. He said he was tired. But he was drunk." Sulu walked over to the window and looked out over the alien city.

"So he said he was going to call it a night?"

"Yeah. I got up to go after him. I was a little worried about him. But he was making sense. Then he gave me his room key and said he'd see me later."

"Maybe he thought you'd agree to share a room, save money..."

"And then he kissed me."

McCoy considered. "Just a drunk Russian affectionate kind of kiss?"

Sulu stared out into the night and thought about those brown eyes looking into his. The way Chekov's mouth fell open and fit his like its other half. "No. Not exactly."

"Prick-teaser," McCoy said, with such feeling that Sulu swung round and stared at him.

"Doc?"

"He's a flirt. A heart-breaker. A prick-teaser. He set it up to spend the night with you, and ten minutes later, he tripped over me in a cafe and decided to spend the night with me instead."

"No," Sulu said. He held up his bottle and looked round the room for something to pour it into it.

"Whaddya mean, 'no'?"

"He has more sense." The helmsman noticed McCoy scowling. "I meant, you're not his type."

"If your hair don't curl and your eyes ain't blue..." McCoy crooned.

"Huh?"

"I don' wan' you."

"I guess that's an old song," Sulu said.

McCoy simultaneously demonstrated his tentative hold on sobriety and his lack of good sense by locating a couple of cheap tumblers. Sulu half filled them.

"It's an old song," the doctor confirmed. "Are you denying he's been flirtin' with me ever since he came aboard?"

"That's just his way, Doc. It doesn't mean anything." At McCoy's offended look, Sulu continued unsteadily. "Well, he flirts with everyone then. Hell, he flirts with the captain, if that's the way you want to take it."

"Take it any way I can get it," McCoy grouched.

"You mean, you didn't come here just to check he was okay?" Sulu sounded simultaneously amused and wary.

"None of your business why I came here. Why d'you come here, if you're so smart, boy?" McCoy dropped onto the bed and looked surprised when the mattress sagged dramatically under his butt.

The helmsman shrugged. "To check he was okay, and if he was..."

"Yeah?"

"To take him up on his offer."

"Ha."

"Look, Doc... No disrespect, but..."

"Watch what you say, Lieutenant. I can make your life hell."

"I don't think it was anything to do with you. I think he had second thoughts about *me*. If he wasn't ragging me all along. And you know he's got that gross Russian sense of humour..."

"So?"

"He was probably so drunk, he thought it would be really amusing to set us up with each other." Sulu shook his head. "And why not? Are you going to turn him into the captain for not going through with seducing you?"

"Shows a lack of respect for his elders and betters," McCoy grumbled. "And I don't have to turn him in. I can make his life hell without any help from Jim." He snorted into his whiskey.

"Or maybe he thought I'd turned him down," Sulu speculated. "Or maybe..."

"Or maybe he was just so drunk he didn't know what he was doin'." McCoy tipped up his glass and emptied it. "In which case, maybe we're not missing out on anything after all."

"We're missing a good night's drinking. We won't get back into a bar now. They lock their doors at midnight."

"Won't get in anywhere else either," McCoy agreed. He looked over at Sulu's still nearly full bottle. "Guess we might as well stay here."

Sulu laughed again, and it was still nerves. "What are you suggesting, Doctor?"

"Well..." McCoy kicked his boots off and swung his legs up onto the bed. "Seems to me we both had the same thing in mind when we came here." He lounged back against the panelling behind the pillows and looked slowly up and down his fellow officer. "Chekov's been making eyes at me for months, but I'm adaptable."

Sulu looked back at him, too astonished to speak.

McCoy pulled the pillows around to make himself comfortable. "And, it was a good five minute walk here from the bar. Long enough to make some plans and dream some dreams, if you know what I mean." He chuckled. "Long enough to regret leaving one or two things in my cabin. If you know what I mean."

Sulu swallowed. He'd thought he was being fairly adventurous when he'd set out to find the hotel that the key came from. He'd even, he admitted to himself, indulged one or two gentle fantasies during that five minute walk. But the fantasies had involved doing some rather vanilla things with Chekov. Somehow, he didn't think McCoy was dreaming along those lines.

He bit his lip. Maybe it was just as well he was here instead of Chekov.

Although, of course, he could always leave.

McCoy pulled out an old fashioned watch and consulted it. He held it for a moment, casually turning it in his hands and watching the hotel room lights reflect off the polished brass case. "Why don't you get undressed, Lieutenant," he suggested.

"Well, I..." Sulu found he couldn't stop watching the reflections. And it sounded so innocent. He was always taking his clothes off for McCoy or his staff. It was no big deal.

He put the bottle down on the table beside the bed and his fingers went to his belt. McCoy's eyes followed his movements. Sulu stopped and looked directly at the doctor.

"No point us doin' this if you're not goin' to enjoy it," McCoy said. "Relax, Lieutenant." He chuckled. "I'm sure Chekov had it all planned out for me. What d'you think? A striptease for starters. Maybe you should have another drink."

"Maybe this is a big mistake," Sulu said.

"Come over here, Mister Sulu." McCoy patted the bed. Sulu's sickbay-trained reflexes had him sitting down by the doctor immediately. "Now," McCoy said, almost in a whisper. "Let me tell you what I was plannin' to do with our friend Pavel."

Sulu's eyes grew bigger as he listened. McCoy caught him looking at the posts at each corner of the bed. And the decorative pulls on the window curtains.

He shifted as his uniform began to constrict him and the room began to grow hot. McCoy's hand found his arousal and caressed it. When the narrative reached the point where Chekov, naked and primed, was ordered to roll onto his stomach, Sulu began to roll himself. McCoy stopped him with a chuckle. "Get undressed."

They both shucked their clothes. Sulu dropped his on the floor and hit the bed, face down. McCoy followed in his own time. He lay down beside his willing listener. "And then, I tell him to spread his legs and reach his arms over his head." Sulu followed suit. Soft ropes looped around the helmsman's ankles and wrists, and pulled tight. "He's been hard for the last half hour, and he's beginning to make little animal fuck-me noises."

Sulu could imagine them all too clearly. "McCoy..."

A hand swatted Sulu's rump. "Unh-huh. He calls me 'Sir'.

"McCoy..."

"No. This won't work. I have an idea." He laughed. "You know what? Jim and Spock are in the next room. Right next door. You're goin' to have to be *real* quiet. Okay?"

"Uh... Okay."

"Yeah, Jim and Spock are right next door. They're busy, but they might come in at any moment. I don't know what I'll do if they catch us, but I don't care. He's been driving me crazy and I've got to have him. I've got to have him right now."

A slick finger penetrated Sulu's body. A moment later, a second followed it. Hot breath preceded a trail of warm kisses down his back. He groaned softly and lifted himself to meet the fingers.

"Thaaaat's right. That's the way to do it, boy." McCoy held the fingers still and let Sulu work himself open on them. A little extra weight settled onto Sulu's back as McCoy lowered himself onto two elbows and introduced the fingers of his spare hand into the helmsman's mouth. Sucking and licking, Sulu worked his hips back and forth.

"Unh-huh," McCoy said again. "No getting yourself off on the bedsheets, Mister Chekov. You lie still now."

"I can't!" Sulu objected.

"Better give you something else to think about," McCoy decided. He rolled off Sulu. A moment later, the lieutenant felt the ropes being slackened. "Up on your knees now, Mister Chekov."

The bed covers were slippery. It was a struggle to obey the instruction, but Sulu did it. He was rewarded by McCoy cupping his ass cheeks and blowing on the opening to his body. "That looks snug," McCoy sighed.

"C'mon!" Sulu moaned. The ropes weren't loose enough to let him caress himself. He wriggled his hips invitingly. He felt McCoy kneel between his calves. Then he felt the doctor rest the tip of his cock against him.

"Say please."

"Please! Please, sir."

"When I've finished," McCoy said, in a stage whisper, "I'd like you to tell me what you were plannin' to do to Chekov while you bring yourself, okay?"

"Anything you want! Just fuck me!"

McCoy hesitated.

"Please, sir," Sulu repeated, giving his best shot at Chekov's Russian accent.

As the doctor entered him, Sulu pushed back. "No!" McCoy hissed.

"Sorry." Sulu jerked away.

"That's better." McCoy's hands clasped his hips and held him firmly. "Mister Chekov, just do what I tell you. Do your best to relax."

Sulu did his best to stay tight. The gentle pressure of McCoy's cock built slowly until it began to hurt. The urge to give in and open up to it was so intense, Sulu felt himself begin to tremble.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Ensign. If you just do what I tell you," McCoy crooned against his back. "Just relax and let me in. Take your time."

"I'm... trying..." Sulu muttered.

"Take your time. This is okay. I'm loving this. I'm going to come just doing nothing at this rate. Just open up some more for me, boy. Just a little bit more. Just let me in a ways and I'll show you something you never dreamed your body could do for you."

Sulu shivered at this promise, even though he wasn't the virgin McCoy was pretending he was. He tried to ease up just a fraction, and McCoy popped all the way in.

"Okay, okay," he soothed. "Take a moment to get used to it. It feels enormous but it ain't goin' to hurt you. Don't it feel enormous, Mister Chekov. Bigger than you imagined. Bigger than you dreamed. Bigger... bigger..." McCoy began to pump gently. He shuffled back on his knees and his next stroke slid voluptuously over Sulu's prostate.

"Ah... sir."

"You like that? You want me to do that again?"

"Please."

McCoy obliged.

"Tell me if you're goin' to come so I can stop," he instructed, settling into a steady rhythm.

"You'd better stop," Sulu gasped only a moment later.

"Okay. Now, Mister Chekov, you're nice and open and I'm goin' to fuck you good and proper. I'm goin' to fuck you so you can't sit down for a week without thinkin' of me. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir." Sulu was; every muscle and nerve in his body was ready for this.

McCoy slammed into him twenty or thirty times and came with a yell. He collapsed onto Sulu, whose knees and elbows splayed outwards, landing them both flat on the bed.

The hot slide of his cock over the sheets brought Sulu too.

"Sorry, Doc," he said tentatively.

"Don't worry," McCoy said. "Next time."

A few seconds later, they were both asleep.

*****

In a downtown bar, Ensign Chekov woke up with his head on the table and his hand still curled around his empty vodka glass. He made another desultory search for his hotel key. He'd given one key to Sulu... or maybe he'd given one to McCoy. And he'd told whichever it was he'd meet him there... But then he'd lost the other key. That must be it.

He looked at the vodka glass as if it was to blame for the whole embarrassment.

Thankful that neither of them would dream of taking him up on such an offer, he checked his credit chip, dragged his fingers through his hair, and looked round for a bathroom to freshen up before returning to the ship.

The end