So, the second chapter is being posted! it's been over a week, and I wanted to apologize! I was on vacation and I was NOT having fun. It was horrible, actually. All I thought about was that I had this chapter almost finished! i could have posted it, but I didn't!

But no worries! It's here! Enjoy and don't forget to review!

Second Chapter!

It had been twenty-three hours(and thirty-two minutes) now, not that Pavel was counting. No. (Forty-eight...Forty-nine...).

Pavel Chekov was in his normal station and the captain hadn't arrived back from a meeting he had to attend with Spock and Uhura. He wondered what they were talking about. Earlier before lunch, Uhura had pulled the captain out for a private word. After that, he was on edge and a little happier.

Something echoed through his body when he thought of Kirk. Someone else had made him happy, and he didn't have anything to do with it.

Pavel looked down at his fingers, a little bored because they were simply cruising through space. Sulu was talking with another crew member and Pavel wished that his English was just a little better so that he could hold a conversation without someone gushing over his accent and mistakes.

Jim sometimes commented about it. He told Pavel that it was adorable and even hot. Sometimes he would ask Pavel to say something in Russian while they were—

He stopped thinking because he felt the tears suddenly build up behind his eyes. Looking around to make sure that no one saw him, he wiped away what had escaped. He didn't need to cry. Not now. Not with all these people watching.

"Okay, everybody, we're going to be stopping a little earlier and start the night shifts now." Everyone turned to look at the captain who had just walked in. Behind him were Uhura and Spock, the first looking smug and the second, well, looking Vulcan.

"But it's only sev—" Sulu never finished his statement because Uhura had given him a glare to match no other.

"Think of this as a really early Christmas present," Kirk said with a smile.

A smile that Pavel fell in love with all over again. Everyone around him grumbled as they got ready to leave. Signing off, Pavel made sure his area was clean before getting up and leaving. He could go eat dinner now and maybe have a drink with Scotty.

Not that Scotty would give him a drink because he was underage, but he could watch Scotty and Dr. McCoy get drunk. It would lighten up his mood a ton.

On his way out, Pavel looked back at the captain. He wanted to steal one last glance for the day before he had to sleep. It always helped Pavel to sleep if he saw Kirk's face, in reality or not. Pavel locked eyes with Jim for several fleeting seconds and he grew excited for some unknown reason. He got a warm feeling in his chest and several butterflies—no, birds—in the pit of his stomach.

The last thing Pavel saw was the small smile that graced the captain's lips.

'If only,' he thought to himself.

"If only," Jim muttered to himself as he watched Pavel walk off the bridge.

"If only what?" Uhura asked, a little curious. The bridge was now empty save for the three of them, making it free to talk.

"If only I could kiss that frown off of his face," Jim replied. He wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, but he did after Uhura gave him a light smack on the forehead. "What was that for?" he asked, offended.

"For thinking and not acting. Now, let's get to business. Did you bring it down?" she asked. Jim obviously knew what she was talking about and nodded. Spock was a little confused at this. The two had treaded very lightly when they talked about 'it.' So lightly that he had no clue as to what 'it' was. He was sure it was something of value, sentimental or physical. "Good. And the room, is it secure?" This time, she asked this to Spock.

"Locked and coded," he replied. "Just as it was meant to be."

"Perfect," Uhura said with an evil smile.

"Scotty," Pavel muttered. "I ssink you had too mush." Said Scotsman shook his head violently.

"I've only just begun!" he said as he put an arm around Pavel. "It's you who has had too mush!" Pavel looked down at his glass of water and nodded. Yes, he had too much. To much of this.

"I am going to bed. To zleep it ofv." Pavel slowly pulled himself out of Scotty's arm and quietly made his way to the door. Once outside, he let out a deep sigh of relief. He wasn't sure how much more he could have taken from the Scottish man if he had stayed.

Walking to the lift, he rode it to his floor. He felt the feeling of loneliness slowly seeping into his body again. Would he spend the night crying again? Would he imagine Jim's face before he fell asleep?

Obviously.

Pavel got to his room and slashed his I.D card, waiting for the doors to open.

But they never did.

"Access denied."

Pavel stared at the lock and the red letters before slashing his card again.

"Access denied."

"What...?" he muttered. Getting eye-to-eye with the machine, he let it scan his retinas. After several beeping noises, it repeated those dreaded words.

"Access denied."

What was going on? Why weren't the doors opening for him? Looking down the hall, he saw no one else struggling with their doors, so it wasn't a floor problem. Just a problem for him. What was he supposed to do? The only people who had access to any and all of these doors were Scotty, that creepy Asian janitor, and the...

Captain.

Was he going to have to see the captain? Pavel felt excitement and dread both come up in his stomach. He would love to see the captain again, but it hurt not to walk up to him and kiss him.

But he would need to find him anyway. He was last on the bridge, so he would go back and see if he was still there. Pavel didn't want to think about seeing Scotty again after earlier and the janitor was nearly impossible to find. Wonderful.

Taking a deep breath, Pavel walked boldly to the lift and boarded. Several minutes later found him outside of the bridge, slightly nervous at the prospect of seeing Jim.

But no one was inside. The bridge was dark and space was beautiful at the moment. Slowly taking a few steps forward, Pavel searched the room with eyes for anyone, but it was completely empty. Well except for that rose.

Rose?

Pavel walked to the captain's chair and reached down to pick up the yellow rose. Under it was a small note written in Jim's scratchy scrawl.

No matter what it is, if I see the color yellow, I think of you. How odd.

Pavel let a small smile slip on to his face before he wiped it off. What if this wasn't for him? What if Jim was already courting someone new? His heart sank at the thought and he put the rose back down onto the chair. Picking the note up again, he flipped it over.

His breath was caught in his throat when he saw that his name was scribbled across the paper. A small warmth spread through Pavel's chest and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face.

The rose was for him! Jim had put it down for him! Bringing the flower up to his face, he brushed it across his cheeks and lips, letting the cooling of the petals calm him. He needed to think. Just yesterday Jim had only wanted a physical relationship. Why was he doing this? He never did this before. Why start now?

Pulling the rose back, he wondered if the flower would answer him. Waiting for a few seconds, Pavel was disappointed when there was no reply. It would have nice if the answer could be given to him. Maybe Jim was trying to start again? The warmth spread through his chest again and Pavel smiled. Maybe it was time to go look for Jim.

It was a short walk from the bridge to Jim's personal rooms, but that was a given, as he was captain.

Pavel felt his heart beat faster and harder with each step he took. Any second now his heart would fall to the floor and win some kind of award for beating so fast. Any second.

But the blood rushing through his ears won when he knocked on he door. Several silent moments went by before there was any answer.

"Come in!" It was Jim's bedroom voice, Pavel could tell. Now, of all moments, he held onto the hope that the note really was for him. It would be so awkward if he were to walk in on something he wasn't supposed.

But more heartbreaking than anything.

The door opened on its own accord and Pavel looked in to see the most beautiful sight to bestow The Enterprise. Jim was sprawled across his bed, clad simply in his standard underwear. Blankets were strewn across him, covering his legs and half of his arm. It was simply amazing.

"So nice of you to make it!" Jim said, eyes leering.

"Sso ze note whas for me?" Pavel asked, voice a little shaken. Jim sat up then and lifted his hand and beckoned for Pavel to come closer. Pavel did so until his knees were touching the bed and Jim had his hand on Pavel's face.

"It did have your name on it, right?" Jim asked, stroking the Russian's face. "Who else do I have to write to?" The hand trailed down from Pavel's face and flitted over to the rose in the boy's hand. Together, they held it for a few seconds, both just looking at each other before Jim took the rose to lay it on the bedside table. "Yellow looks nice on you," Jim muttered, his hand coming back up to the boy's chest. "But I think you would look better without it." There was a pause before Jim pulled the boy down onto the bed and flipped over so that he was on top of Pavel. "Actually, I think you would look better without everything."

Pavel squeaked with the sudden movement, but he was far from complaining. What happened? Wasn't he here to complain about his room? How he was locked out?

"Keptain!" Pavel called out, trying to get Jim's attention.

"Yeah, you could call me that," Jim muttered, face buried in Pavel's neck. He was kissing several places, each getting a different reaction from the smaller boy. "You know I love it when you do."

"Jim!" But actually, it came out more as a 'Jeem', but that wasn't important here. "Stop!" Jim froze and lifted his head back to look at Pavel in the eye. The captain's face was a little shocked and confused and it scared Pavel.

"Is something wrong?" Jim whispered.

"Yess!" Pavel struggled out.

"What is it?" There was true concern on his face when he asked, and Pavel felt the warmth from earlier return. But pushing it aside, he tackled the problem at hand.

"You sed dis whas unly peezical!" Okay, so maybe he was going for "Why am I locked out of my room?", but you know, but this would have to do.

"Oh," Jim whispered. "I knew you were going to ask about that, I just didn't expect it so soon." Pavel was confused about what came out of his captain's mouth, but stayed quiet, waiting for an answer. "I— it wasn't—." But he couldn't get anything out. It was as if he couldn't speak.

Finally, after stuttering out half of the alphabet, Jim sighed and cupped Pavel's face instead. "Just let me have this." And Pavel knew what that meant. It meant that Jim wanted him, and that was something he didn't want to give up. The feeling of being wanted, no matter if it was only physical.

Smiling up at his captain, he nodded; no words were really needed.

Jim smiled too, but it wasn't his normal smile. It was more... Pavel couldn't think of words for that expression. Was it sad? No, it wasn't. It was a mix between sadness and disappointment. Displeasure? Yes, that was it.

But what for?

All thought left Pavel's mind when he felt a pair of lips trail up from his chest to his neck. The small kisses felt so welcomed after a day of holding back. Finally, those lips settled on Pavel's and gave the boy what he was waiting for, the kiss of his life.

"You're too dressed," Jim said against the boy's lips. "We should change that." Jim flipped them again so that Pavel was straddling his captain. In this position, it was very easy to tell what his captain wanted from the obvious bulge that accidentally rubbed against Pavel's own.

"K-keptin!" the Russian boy moaned out. Jim made quick do with the yellow shirt and black pants, and several kisses later, Pavel was completely naked compared to Jim. "Keptin," he moaned again after another bruising kiss. Those fabulous lips trailed down and lapped at a nipple.

"Never again," Jim growled out, but Pavel never found out what he was talking about. He wasn't sure if he wanted to after this.

So, yeah, hope you enjoyed it and I should think that you should review! Please? If you have any comments or ideas, put them in a review and I'll look at them!

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