The Doctor and His Darlin'
From the following prompt: .com/st_xi_?thread=19542946#t19542946
For some reason, the idea of McCoy calling anyone (Chekov, especially) "darlin'," "sweetheart," etc. is scorchingly hot. Bonus points if he says this during sex.
It was after they had been together for a few weeks, that Pavel Chekov realized his lover rarely used his name in the bedroom. When Leonard McCoy was aroused, he called Chekov any number of pet names instead. Words like "hon", "kiddo", "sweetheart", and "darling" seemed to be the norm.
On the one hand, the thought that the doctor was so turned on he couldn't remember Chekov's name was rather flattering; but on the other, it was kind of insulting. So the next time they were together, and it happened again, Pavel couldn't just let it go.
He managed not to bring it up during the actual intercourse. The conversation might end badly and Chekov wanted one last time to remember his lover by if it came to that.
McCoy had pulled away and rolled over to his side, hooking his arm around Chekov's waist and taking him with him. The navigator managed to prop himself up on his lover's chest and smile down at him before ruining the afterglow with his questions.
He traced the line of hair on McCoy's chest until the doctor managed to crack an eyelid and give him a baleful look.
"Is good, da? For you too?"
McCoy groaned and laughed as he replied, "Darlin', if you were any better at this, I'd be dead. God!"
Chekov laid his head on the older man's broad chest and embraced his waist, attempting to climb into his lover's skin.
"Why don't you ever call me my name when we are together like this?"
"You mean your first or last name?"
"Either one. You never use them…"
"Hey genius! Have you ever noticed what you call me?"
"Doktor or…oh!" Suddenly, the other man's actions made sense. Why would he call Chekov by his first name unless his lover did the same?
"Um-hmm. If you want me to call you by your name I expect you to do the same, sweetheart."
That earned him a mock punch on the chest and an outraged "Leonard! Don't call me that!"
That earned Chekov a wicked smile, followed by being rolled over onto his back and kissed until he was breathless.
"Len!", he cried out.
"See Pavel, was that so hard?"
"No, not hard at all. But I know something dat is!"
That earned him tickled ribs, and lips mumbling against his skin about him, "getting' too big for your britches, are ya darlin'?"
Pavel retaliated, until tickling became caressing, and their laughter turned to aroused gasps and there was only them, Leonard and Pavel; together and loving each other. Pavel thought he didn't mind being called "darling" quite so much after all.