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imasupermuteantTitle: Ensign Jailbait and the Thought Crime Conundrum Part 2
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Chekov/Everyone
Rating:R? NC-17?
Summary: see part 1
Sickbay was blissfully empty save for Dr. McCoy, who hardly spared a glance at the door as Pavel walked in.
"What?" The doctor snapped as Pavel hovered by the door.
"Doktor." Pavel said "I am concerned that I encountered something dangerous on yesterday's away mission."
"I haven't seen anyone else from the away team. What's the problem?"
"I... Err... It's a little embarassing, sir."
"Embarassing ensign?" McCoy looked up from his PADD for the first time since Pavel had entered the room, "Do you know what's embarassing? Having to treat almost an eighth of the crew for Andoran Syphillis which, by the way, they all got from sleeping with the same Andoran. Or maybe having to pull a PADD stylus from a place it should never be. That's quite embarassing. The Bolian anal flu is embarassing. Whatever you have kid, it's probably not that embarassing."
"Err..."
"You don't have something shoved up your ass do you?"
"No!"
"Thank god!" Bones exclaimed, "I can't take another one for at least a month. Now what are your symptoms?"
The good doctor, having finished with thuroughly ruining Pavel's appetite, produced a tricorder and began scanning over the young navigator.
"Ever since the away mission I have been hearing... Thoughts. Other people's thoughts."
"Auditory hallucinations?"
"I hope so sir!"
"Lets do a little experiment. Can you tell me what I'm thinking now?"
"No sir." Pavel told him, "but... the toughts I was hearing were all... Sexual in nature."
"Really?" The doctor chuckled a little, "Alright then, I've changed my message, can you hear me now?"
"No sir... They, uh... They have to be about me sir."
McCoy paused, "Are you telling me that there were enough people, on the bridge alone, having sexual fantasies about you to cause you distress?"
Pavel sighed, "At least six people, sir."
"Well I'm thinking 'auditory hallucination' is becoming more and more likely." Bones grumbled, "Good God man! He's seventeen!"
"I turned eighteen last week sir." Pavel grumbled, annoyed that no one could remember his birthday.
"Although teenagers do have that wonderful recovery speed. I wonder how many times I could make him come in an hour or two?"
"Doktor?"
The doctor appeared to be studying the output from the tricorder, but Chekov was being bombarded by images of his own nude form... being bent over the handy biobed... slicked with the handy medical lubricant which was on the crash cart nearby...
Pavel found himself growing hard.
"D-Doktor McCoy!"
The doctor snapped out of his revere suddenly.
"Well... I guess that rules out hallucination." The doctor said, a blush rising in his cheeks despite himself.
The problem was, even though McCoy was no longer spacing out like a starfleet cadet, his mind was still running circles around a naked, sexed-up Chekov, and the ensign was still reciving every messege in full technicolor.
"Anh!" Pavel moaned as McCoy imagined himself slowly entering him with a single, hard, thrust.
"Ensign?" McCoy asked, even as Pavel's obvious arousal drove him to new levels of fantasy.
"Doktor!" Pavel gasped, "Please!" He writhed on the examination table in a way that was, frankly, pornographic.
And McCoy's higher brain functions waved goodbye.
"It's alright Chekov," Bones said, "We'll get you taken care of soon enough."
With that the doctor had unzipped the ensigns trousers and wrapped his hand around Pavel's erection. A few hard jerks comined with the erotic images being beamed directly into his brain had Pavel coming in a matter of moment, his breathing hard and eratic.
Pavel had been raised to be polite, and so the minute he caught his breath he was off the examination table and on his knees in front of the doctor.
"You don't need to... Unh. Do that ensing."
"Mmmmm." Was Pavel answer as he slid his way down McCoy's erection.
It wasn't long before Pavel had the Doctor panting, and then moaning, and then groaning, and then coming long and hard into the ensign's mouth.
Pavel swollowed, the tricorder beeped.
"Well that's interesting." McCoy said, despite having just experienced and exceptional orgasm, "You appear to have had a notable metabolic change right after *I* ejaculated."
"Huh?" Pavel said, still blissed out on both McCoy's experience and his own.
"Chekov," McCoy said, no longer so turned on and thuroughly focused on the patient, "What am I thinking?"
"Nothing that has to do with sex or me, sir." Pavel responded with irritation "I can't hear you."
"No!" McCoy crowed, "I am *definitly* thinking about having sex with you ensign, you just can't hear me anymore.
"I can't?"
"That's it boy! Something about my orgasm has fixed your little brain problem."
"хорошо!" Pavel shouted, "I'm fixed. Thank you doktor!"
With that the ensign kissed McCoy in a way that he was surely going to be embarassed about later (not that he wouldn't be embarassed about the entire thing) and rushed out of sickbay (ignoring McCoy's shouted orders that he should stay for observation and possibly a blow-job)...
... Where he proptly ran into Scotty, who was thinking about the gentle curve of Chekov's ass.
"говно!"
TBC
Translations:
хорошо-- Alright!
говно--- Shit!
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Chekov/Everyone
Rating:R? NC-17?
Summary: see part 1
Sickbay was blissfully empty save for Dr. McCoy, who hardly spared a glance at the door as Pavel walked in.
"What?" The doctor snapped as Pavel hovered by the door.
"Doktor." Pavel said "I am concerned that I encountered something dangerous on yesterday's away mission."
"I haven't seen anyone else from the away team. What's the problem?"
"I... Err... It's a little embarassing, sir."
"Embarassing ensign?" McCoy looked up from his PADD for the first time since Pavel had entered the room, "Do you know what's embarassing? Having to treat almost an eighth of the crew for Andoran Syphillis which, by the way, they all got from sleeping with the same Andoran. Or maybe having to pull a PADD stylus from a place it should never be. That's quite embarassing. The Bolian anal flu is embarassing. Whatever you have kid, it's probably not that embarassing."
"Err..."
"You don't have something shoved up your ass do you?"
"No!"
"Thank god!" Bones exclaimed, "I can't take another one for at least a month. Now what are your symptoms?"
The good doctor, having finished with thuroughly ruining Pavel's appetite, produced a tricorder and began scanning over the young navigator.
"Ever since the away mission I have been hearing... Thoughts. Other people's thoughts."
"Auditory hallucinations?"
"I hope so sir!"
"Lets do a little experiment. Can you tell me what I'm thinking now?"
"No sir." Pavel told him, "but... the toughts I was hearing were all... Sexual in nature."
"Really?" The doctor chuckled a little, "Alright then, I've changed my message, can you hear me now?"
"No sir... They, uh... They have to be about me sir."
McCoy paused, "Are you telling me that there were enough people, on the bridge alone, having sexual fantasies about you to cause you distress?"
Pavel sighed, "At least six people, sir."
"Well I'm thinking 'auditory hallucination' is becoming more and more likely." Bones grumbled, "Good God man! He's seventeen!"
"I turned eighteen last week sir." Pavel grumbled, annoyed that no one could remember his birthday.
"Although teenagers do have that wonderful recovery speed. I wonder how many times I could make him come in an hour or two?"
"Doktor?"
The doctor appeared to be studying the output from the tricorder, but Chekov was being bombarded by images of his own nude form... being bent over the handy biobed... slicked with the handy medical lubricant which was on the crash cart nearby...
Pavel found himself growing hard.
"D-Doktor McCoy!"
The doctor snapped out of his revere suddenly.
"Well... I guess that rules out hallucination." The doctor said, a blush rising in his cheeks despite himself.
The problem was, even though McCoy was no longer spacing out like a starfleet cadet, his mind was still running circles around a naked, sexed-up Chekov, and the ensign was still reciving every messege in full technicolor.
"Anh!" Pavel moaned as McCoy imagined himself slowly entering him with a single, hard, thrust.
"Ensign?" McCoy asked, even as Pavel's obvious arousal drove him to new levels of fantasy.
"Doktor!" Pavel gasped, "Please!" He writhed on the examination table in a way that was, frankly, pornographic.
And McCoy's higher brain functions waved goodbye.
"It's alright Chekov," Bones said, "We'll get you taken care of soon enough."
With that the doctor had unzipped the ensigns trousers and wrapped his hand around Pavel's erection. A few hard jerks comined with the erotic images being beamed directly into his brain had Pavel coming in a matter of moment, his breathing hard and eratic.
Pavel had been raised to be polite, and so the minute he caught his breath he was off the examination table and on his knees in front of the doctor.
"You don't need to... Unh. Do that ensing."
"Mmmmm." Was Pavel answer as he slid his way down McCoy's erection.
It wasn't long before Pavel had the Doctor panting, and then moaning, and then groaning, and then coming long and hard into the ensign's mouth.
Pavel swollowed, the tricorder beeped.
"Well that's interesting." McCoy said, despite having just experienced and exceptional orgasm, "You appear to have had a notable metabolic change right after *I* ejaculated."
"Huh?" Pavel said, still blissed out on both McCoy's experience and his own.
"Chekov," McCoy said, no longer so turned on and thuroughly focused on the patient, "What am I thinking?"
"Nothing that has to do with sex or me, sir." Pavel responded with irritation "I can't hear you."
"No!" McCoy crowed, "I am *definitly* thinking about having sex with you ensign, you just can't hear me anymore.
"I can't?"
"That's it boy! Something about my orgasm has fixed your little brain problem."
"хорошо!" Pavel shouted, "I'm fixed. Thank you doktor!"
With that the ensign kissed McCoy in a way that he was surely going to be embarassed about later (not that he wouldn't be embarassed about the entire thing) and rushed out of sickbay (ignoring McCoy's shouted orders that he should stay for observation and possibly a blow-job)...
... Where he proptly ran into Scotty, who was thinking about the gentle curve of Chekov's ass.
"говно!"
TBC
Translations:
хорошо-- Alright!
говно--- Shit!
