Chekov's heart pounded tight against his chest as he ran back to his room. What was he thinking? What the hell did he expect would happen? That Bones would feel the same and just fuck him there and then?
"Arrghh!" He moaned, quickly typing his code into his door. "So stupid..." He flung himself on to his bed as the door shut behind him.
He breathed deep into his pillow, willing himself to calm down, but his heartbeat refused to slow down at all. Bones knew how he felt. He'd told him, freely offered up the information.
Suddenly, there was a buzz at the bedroom door. Chekov's heart finally stopped briefly, before it started pounding harder than before. Was it Bones?
"Who…Who is it?" He called. "I am wery-very busy." There was no response at all. Gingerly, Chekov walked toward the door. "Sulu, is that you?"
"Fucking let me in," came Bone's sharp and commanding voice. "Now Chekov!"
Before Chekov gave himself enough time to think about what he wanted to say to him, "I don't want to, you are yelling at me," just seemed to slip out of his lips. Turning red, even alone in his room, he clasped his hands over his mouth.
Bones sighed in disbelieve, what the hell had he gotten himself involved in? "Now!"
Whether or not it was out of sheer embarrassment over what he'd just said or pure compliance, Chekov relented and the door to his room slid open, to reveal an angry and dishevelled doctor.
"Where I come from," Bones started, confidently striding into the room, past Chekov. "You don't just tell someone something like that and run away!"
"I am sorry, Doctor, please," Chekov stammered as the door slid shut behind him. "If you would prefer, let us pretend that I did not say anything."
"But you did say it," he hissed. "The cat's out of the bag!"
"..I..I am sorry," Chekov pleaded, visibly shaking, looking at the floor.
"You're a teenager, god damn it," Bones shouted, not even realising he was doing it. "How the hell do you know that this is what you even want?" Bones took a few paces toward Chekov, which made him flinch. "And to top it all off, you're fucking scared of me."
"No, I am not!" Chekov swallowed and forced himself to look Bones in the eye. "I am old enough to know what I want."
"So then, what do you plan to do?" Bones laughed. "So that I am not lonely anymore?"
Chekov went quiet again and looked away from Bones, who now seemed far too close for comfort. He knew exactly want he wanted to do, or more precisely, what he'd like Bones to do to him.
Bones rose an eyebrow and smirked. "You can't even say it, can you?" Chekov turned bright red. "When you can ask for what you really want, then I'll believe you're not a child."
And with that, Bones swept out of Chekov's room.
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