Ficlet: It's My Party (Chekov/Everyone)

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Title: It's My Party (AKA Ensign Jailbait and the Birthday Bash)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Pavel Chekov/Everyone
Rating/Warnings: Rated 'R' for sexual situations and various forms of intoxication
Word Count: 569

Summary: Written for the trek_crackbingo prompts: "Telepathy", "Sex Pollen" and "Amusingly Drunk". This fic fits into the Ensign Jailbait universe in which Chekov has the magical ability to read the minds of people who are perving on him and totally turned 18 just a little while ago.



"Congratulations!" Captain Kirk cried, lifting his glass in celebration, "To Ensign Chekov, finally legal!"

The room cheered. Pavel pouted.

"I am turning nineteen." He muttered to himself, "I have been legal for an entire year."

It was frustrating, but Pavel was dedicated to enjoying himself. They might not have remembered exactly how old he was, but they did remember his birthday. It was a nice party and his friends were kind to celebrate with him and...

'Fuck. Look at that ass. Thank the space-gods he's--'

"I've been legal!" Chekov cried, spinning around with a ferocious glare...

...To meet the extremely-dilated eyes of one Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu, who was brandishing a glass of something violently pink and bubbling. He hadn't noticed that Pavel was yelling at him (probably wouldn't notice if he was crushed by a falling meteorite) and so was grinning at Pavel with the glazed look of someone who was either very horny or very high.

'I want to fuck him with tights on. Mmmmm. Schoolgirl Chekov.'

Or possibly both. Pavel winced. His strange sex-based telepathy had been surprising him all evening. Apparently the crew of the enterprise were even more lustful during a celebration.

"Have a drink, Chekov!" Sulu cried. Pavel coughed as the electric-koolade-stuff went down his throat. Sulu, apparently, hadn't been making a request.

"Vhat was that?" Pavel gasped, his eyes were burning a little and there was a feeling in his throat like freezing ants.

"I made it myself." Sulu told him with a manic grin, "Well, Scotty helped. It's made from manana pollen..."

Pavel coughed again in a belated attempt to get the drink out of his system, "You put the sex plant in my drink?"

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did!"

"I put the sex plant in everyone's drink."

"Vhat?!"

'Spock was right about his ass...'

'I want!'

'Need... Lube...'

Pavel swung around in horror as his mind picked up more and more lustful thoughts turned in his direction. Even as he resisted, he could feel the pull of the juice, making him hard and dizzy.

"We should fuck."

Pavel winced at first, turning to look just as he realized that it hadn't been a thought he heard.

"Keptin."

"Ensign."

"I believe you might be intoxicated." Pavel's ears were hot.

"Yessss." The captain told him, his eyes drifting down Pavel's body.

"I... I..." Pavel blinked his eyes blearily. He was a little dizzy, and Kirk was hot.

"Have sex with me." No one ever said the Captain wasn't blunt.

"I-- Keptin."

'Do it!' Someone thought.

"You're drunk!" Pavel protested.

"So are you." Kirk made a good point. "If you won't do me you should do Sulu."

'Yes! Do Sulu!' Was that Uhura?

There were hands sliding around Pavel's waist and a pair of warm lips against his ear. Pavel's nerves were on fire, every place being touched telling him to be touched more.

"These boys botherin' you, sweetheart?" They had drugged the doctor too? Pavel wasn't sure what to do. He also wasn't sure what color the walls were.

"It is my birthday." He said, to remind himself and those around him.

"Mmmm. Birthday boy." Were those hands? They were. Someone's hands were sliding their way into his slacks and...

"Keptin?"

"Hmmmm?" The Captain was licking his ear.

Pavel gave up, and gave in.

"It's my party," He said, grabbing Sulu by the hips, "And I'll fuck who I want to."