Title: . . . has better plans . . .

Part: 1/1

Series: TOS

Romance Code: Mc/C

Rating: NC-17

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Summary: Dr. McCoy muses on fate.

Disclaimer: Copyright 2000 by Karmen Ghia. This original work of amateur fiction based on Star Trek makes transformative use of Star Trek for noncommercial purposes. This work makes "fair use" of Star Trek copyrighted material; intended not to infringe on the intellectual property rights of Paramount, Viacom or other owners of Star Trek copyright or their assignees or licensees. Author's copyright extends only to the original material in this work.

Thanks to Jane Skazi for the beta.

... has better plans ...

by Karmen Ghia

Some time went by...

McCoy pried Chekov off his lips with difficulty. "Now, honey, I'm on call so we can't do anything intricate tonight," he said as firmly as he could with the ensign crawling all over him. "Are you listening to me, Pavel?"

"Yes!" Chekov leaned back with a passionate sigh. "You are on call; you could be called away at a moment's notice; this would be inconvenient if you are called away while you are fucking me. So," he said sliding to his knees between McCoy's legs. "I suggest you don't even get undressed!" He began to enthusiastically unfasten McCoy's pants.

"I think we can continue to observe the niceties, Pavel, and take all our clothes off," McCoy said, as he pulled the ensign to standing and then to his bed. "I became a fast dresser in medical school. It's a graduation requirement." He stood back to watch Chekov fling his clothes off. "You, on the other hand, get out of your clothes faster than anyone I've ever..." McCoy expertly dodged Chekov's lunge for his fly and quickly pulled off his own clothes. He wrestled Chekov down and had nearly kissed his young lover into submission (well, their version of submission) when he was paged to Sickbay.

Groaning, the CMO rose, dressed and told Chekov to 'hold that thought' as he departed to heal whatever the hell needed healing.

McCoy was surprised to find an angry Kirk pacing in his office.

"Close the door, please." Kirk moved into one of the chairs and watched McCoy seat himself behind his desk. "I've just discovered you're having an affair with Chekov."

"That's true, Jim." McCoy was marveling that Spock waited five weeks to tell Kirk. But regulations stated that the first officer was the only senior staff that had to be officially informed. "We haven't been hiding it but we've been discreet. How'd you find out?"

"Spock had it buried in his monthly crew report," Kirk said flatly. "His notation that Lt. Commander McCoy and Ensign Chekov had formed a sexual liaison was so far down the list of crew members with noteworthy changes in status that I almost missed it."

McCoy blandly met Kirk's stern gaze, thinking he'd have to get Spock an extra nice birthday present this year. Of course Spock had to put it in the crew status report, but not at the top of the list. His contemplation of this fact was interrupted by Kirk asking him if he was insane.

"I beg your pardon, Captain?"

"Are you insane sleeping with Chekov?"

"No, sir. I can call up my latest psych eval if you'd like to review it." McCoy reached for his keyboard.

Kirk blew out a long breath and let his shoulders slump. "Bones, this is not official business. You're not breaking any regs (I checked) and you are being discreet (I had to read about it in Spock's report) But Chekov is too young for you and, as your friend, that worries me."

"I appreciate your concern, Jim, but the age difference isn't worrying me or Chekov." McCoy glanced at the desk chrono. "Could we discuss this over breakfast?"

"He's waiting for you." Kirk stated.

"In my quarters." McCoy nodded.

Kirk stood up but didn't move to the door. "How did you get him in bed?" he asked, trying to be casual.

"It was his idea."

"It was?"

"Yes. He thinks I'm very sexy."

"Well, of course you are," Kirk smiled for the first time in the conversation. "I never thought Chekov would have the..."

"Lust?" McCoy suggested.

"...the sophistication to see it."

"See you at breakfast, Jim." McCoy ushered him out of Sickbay and was glad to see there were no patients waiting for him so he could return to Chekov.

Chekov was peacefully dozing when McCoy returned but was happy to wake up when the doctor slid in beside him.

McCoy drew his lover into his arms and simply enjoyed holding him for awhile. He drew Chekov into a long mellow kiss, hoping the ensign was in a calmer frame of mind.

"Is something wrong, Leonard?" Chekov broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "You seem distracted."

"Then make me forget about it." He pulled Chekov back down to him.

Never one to pass up a challenge, Chekov soon maneuvered them into a sixty-nine, where McCoy did forget everything but Chekov.

McCoy ran his tongue around the head of Chekov's penis, loving his taste and texture, before devouring him.

Chekov was delighted. He played his tongue along the underside and then over the head of McCoy's cock. He fondled his scrotum and nuzzled the soft skin at the base of this cock.

McCoy was enjoying himself, too. He cupped Chekov's ass in his hands and gave it a hard squeeze. He stroked Chekov's strong young thighs and nuzzled his balls, sucking each in turn before returning to his hard shaft.

In their weeks together, Chekov had discovered what pleasured McCoy most and soon had the doctor writhing in ecstasy. He felt McCoy let go of his cock and cum. The ensign planted a kiss on the now soft human flesh and moved around to where he was face to face with his lover.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, McCoy rolled Chekov on top of him and into a deep kiss. "Sorry I couldn't wait for you," McCoy whispered against Chekov's lips.

"I'm sure you'll make it up to me," Chekov teased.

"I'll certainly do my best." McCoy urged Chekov's hips up along his body until the Russian was straddling his chest. A few more pulls and pushes and he had maneuvered Chekov's still hard penis into his mouth.

Chekov looked down at his lover and gently slid his cock a little farther into his mouth.

McCoy tilted up to meet him; he thought it was very considerate of Chekov to cradle his neck in his hands as the Russian thrust gently in and out of the doctor's mouth. McCoy stroked the Russian's hardness with his tongue and lips and even, ever so gently, his teeth. Caressing Chekov's hips and ass, McCoy found himself wishing he was not on call so he could fuck his lover silly.

Chekov would also have liked to have been fucked silly by McCoy but contented himself with cumming in his mouth, which was also delightful. McCoy sucked him dry and pulled off the limp pink flesh, giving the head a last hard lick. Chekov shimmered with pleasure and curled into McCoy's arms and went to sleep.

McCoy decided that was a good idea and went to sleep. He got to sleep for about four hours and then he was paged called to Sickbay to regenerate some crushed fingers on Lt. Xi from Engineering.

***

As he'd promised, McCoy met Kirk for breakfast that morning.

"You look tired," Kirk observed.

"I was in Sickbay earlier." McCoy sipped his coffee.

"Something serious?"

"Nah, nothin' that won't mend."

They sipped their coffee in silence.

"You and Chekov are none of my business," Kirk began awkwardly. "I just... don't really see you two together."

"Wanna come watch sometime?"

"I'm serious. What do you have in common?"

"We like to play backgammon; we like the same Andorian novelists; we're both in Starfleet; we're good in bed. What else do we need?"

"Is that enough?"

"I'm not gonna to marry him so, yes, that's enough. What's really botherin' you about this, Jim?"

Kirk sipped his cold coffee to give himself time to arrange his words. "Chekov is not whom I pictured you with."

"Well, he's not whom I would have pictured me with either but sometimes the universe has better plans for us than we can imagine."

Kirk silently considered his own unexpectedly delightful affair with Spock. "Yes. I would say so."

McCoy went to Sickbay, where he napped in his office.

On the bridge, Kirk found himself staring at the back of Chekov's head more than usual but this did not interfere with the ship's business so all was well.

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