Title: The Blindness of Youth

Author: The Inamorata

Originally posted in the st_xi_kink community on LiveJournal.

PLEASE JOIN THE KIRK/CHEKOV C2!

A/N: Short and sweet because I'm working on a Kirk/Chekov multi-chapter which I hope to complete within the next few weeks!


It was late, well past midnight, as Chekov knocked on the door to his Captain's quarters. The hall was dark, with that eerie whirring and clicking of machinery in the background. Chekov was alert, opposed to the idea of being caught by the guard on duty, unable to think of plausible answers for any questions they might pose.

His heart began beating faster and harder as each second passed that the Captain did not open the door. He stole nervous glances around him, preparing to turn and run back to his own quarters. Just as he turned on his heel the doors slid open.

"Pavel." Nothing more than a whisper from the doorway as Chekov turned to observe his greeter. Kirk was leaning on the door frame, his hand to his mouth in curious though, the other resting on his hip. Rather than in the standard issue pajamas, like Chekov was wearing, the Captain was in casual attire. His dark gray shirt had a V-neck that seemed to reveal just the right amount of chest on the man; but Chekov always wanted more.

"Captain!" Chekov responded in an enthusiastic whisper, the doors sliding shut behind him.

"I love it when you call me that." Immediately they began to undress each other, the Captain's hands moving under Chekov's shirt to touch his bare chest. He seemed to remove the unnecessary article of clothing in one fluid movement, but even once it was gone and Chekov's chest bare, he continued to run his fingers all around him, touching and feeling with cold fingertips.

Even in all the times they had been together, kissing and touching and fucking, Chekov never knew his captain had such long fingers.