"So…" Leonard said, hemming and shutting up.
Jim didn't glare him, concentrating on the chess game between him and Spock.
"So what?" He asked, moving the Bishop.
"Ensign Chekov came to me and he… told me something…" McCoy explained vaguely.
"Really?" Jim asked again, although he didn't seem very interested. "What?"
"He… told me he… he's in love with me… madly in love with me." The doctor replied.
Kirk finally looked at him, gaping some moments.
"Really? Has he?"
"You should know it, Jim! You challenged him to do it!" Leonard barked.
"Yeah, I did." Jim confirmed. "But I was joking! I didn't think he'd do it! I didn't think he was really in love with you." He added grimacing.
"What do you mean?" Leonard asked, incredibly cold.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, Bones." Jim laughed. "You're a handsome man, but you're…" He stilled silent for a while, searching for the words. "Older than him."
Bones heard just old, but he didn't reply.
"Yeah." He had to admit. "I think it's just a teenage crush."
"It is not."
Both men jerked towards the Vulcan.
"How do you know?" Jim asked, really interested.
"Ensign Chekov and I spend some times together and he is quite long-winded." Spock explained.
"Did he tell you something about me?" Leonard asked, trying –failing at- not to show his interest in the question.
"Yes, he did. I cannot tell you what he told me, as you can surely understand, but I can assure you that he truly love you, illogical as it could be."
"Is loving me so illogical?" Leonard said through gritted teeth.
"Love is illogical." Spock answered, with a little twitch of eyebrow.
Although Leonard was not really empathic, in the time he'd started to understand the Vulcan way to show emotions, so Spock's doubt didn't get lost. The Medical Officer didn't point it out.
"So, this is settled." Jim interjected. "You can go and screw the guy."
"I don't want to screw him, Jim!" Leonard shouted.
"You don't? I'd do it gladly, he's quite… sexy." The captain admitted.
"He's seventeen! He's just a kid, he… he isn't even twice my daughter's age!"
"And you are not twice his age." Spock affirmed.
"He could be my son!"
"But he's not!" Jim shouted.
"Besides…" the Vulcan interjected. "It is quite unusual to be father at fourteen."
"He is still too young for me." McCoy repeated.
Kirk sighed, but he didn't say anything, searching the chessboard for the next move.
"You know, Bones…" He said, after some moment. "If you like him, the age shouldn't stop you."
"I don't like him!" Leonard retorted. "He is quite… attractive, in a sort of way, and he is intelligent and… also quite funny, really, but I don't like it in that way."
"In which way?" Spock asked, confused.
"He means he wouldn't screw him." Jim replied.
"Exactly." McCoy confirmed. "I like another kind of people. I don't even know if he has experiences." He added, and he wasn't whining, not at all. "He could be a virgin."
"Well, he is quite young…" The captain admitted.
"He is not inexperienced in the field of sexual intercourse." Spock interjected.
The other men glared him, surprised and confused, gaping twice.
"How… how did you know that?" Jim asked.
"Ensign Chekov is quite a curious man." The Vulcan replied.
After some moments of silence, Leonard stand up.
"Did you screw him?"
"I did not." Spock answered, frowning lightly. "He was interested in Vulcan sexual behaviour and when I told him Vulcans need a mental bond to have a definitely satisfying sexual intercourse, he said his sexual experiences were extremely satisfying although there wasn't any mental or sentimental link between him and his partners."
Jim whistled, arching his eyebrows.
"Can you imagine? I can't see the boy like an experienced man, I really thought he was a shy virgin." He admitted.
"Me too." Leonard seconded, then he added. "What if I can't satisfy him? He's younger, he has more stamina and surely he has more… kinks…"
"I thought you didn't want to screw him." Kirk joked, with a laugh in his voice.
"I… I don't." The Doctor replied.
"Sure…" The Captain grinned, watching the chessboard.
"He is too young." Leonard repeated.
"Okay." Jim said simply.
Leonard watched him, then he sighed, slouching in the armchair.
He wasn't interested in Chekov. Not at all.