Chapter 7:
Seven months in:
There were certain regulations that Jim simply could not comply with. One of those being that it was not allowed to celebrate any planet specific holidays on board a space craft with life forms from other planets on board. So, when Christmas came around, Jim had the bridge decked in green and red, regardless of what Starfleet had to say. No one on board objected to the celebration, despite Spock's comments on how "Illogical" a holiday of this sort was, so Jim figured it was fine.
McCoy and Chekov quite liked that Jim celebrated Christmas on the Enterprise. Christmas held many sweet memories from childhood for the both of them. It was the second Christmas they had experienced on the ship, and the first one celebrated as a couple. Jim didn't require the exchanging of gifts, even he thought that would be taking it too far, but he certainly didn't discourage it. McCoy and Chekov had bought each other gifts the last time they visited a human colonized planet. They agreed that they wouldn't buy expensive or serious things, just light hearted presents. So, when they were both on break, they went to McCoy's quarters to exchange the gifts.
McCoy had done a bit of decorating too. There was mistletoe strategically placed above his door so that he had an excuse to kiss Chekov every time they entered the room. It was unlike him to get so excited at Christmas, but something about the holiday made McCoy perk up every year. Chekov certainly wasn't complaining. It was better than when Leonard pouted around all day.
After they stoped to kiss under the mistletoe, the two sat down on McCoy's bed, holding their presents behind their backs.
"You first," said McCoy.
Chekov handed McCoy the box. He grabbed the present and ripped the wrapping paper off with the intensity of a nine year old boy. Behind the paper was a flimsy box. He took the top off and looked down upon his present, a giant grin on his face. It was a knitted sweater. McCoy pulled it out of the box and held it up to himself. It was beige with a grey stripe around the center. There were reindeer prancing in a circle through the stripe knitted in black.
"You got me an ugly Christmas sweater! I love it!"
McCoy moved closer to Chekov, putting his hand on the Russian's chin.
"And I love you."
He kissed Chekov softly and lovingly.
Chekov pulled away after a few seconds and said, "Now where's my present?!"
McCoy reached behind him and gave Chekov the box. Chekov shook it up and down. But not hearing much decided to just go ahead and open it. He ripped the paper off and took the top off the box inside. He however, was not smiling at what he saw. A look of horror crossed his face and he slowly looked up at McCoy who was failing to hold back his laughter.
"You got me a…"
"Say it, Pavel!"
"You got me a… a… a dildo!"
Chekov couldn't believe McCoy had purchased something like this. But, that didn't stop it from being funny. He burst out laughing, causing McCoy to do the same. What an odd sight it must have been, the two men sitting laughing, while one was holding a purple, sparkly dildo.
"Guess what?!" McCoy said in between laughs. "It vibrates!"
This sent the two lovers over the edge. They didn't stop laughing until their chests hurt.
When they had finally calmed down Chekov smiled and said, "Thank you, Leonard, for such a wonderful gift."
"You're damn right it's a wonderful gift. And you're welcome."
Before long, it was time for Leonard to report back to Sick Bay. But before he left Chekov called to him.
"Leonard!"
"Yes?"
"Will you wear your sweater? For me?"
McCoy hesitated. Jim would definitely laugh his ass off when he saw McCoy, but to please Chekov he would wear it. So he put it on, blushed slightly when he looked in the mirror, and walked back to sick bay.
Christmas was definitely going well for the two lovers.
Authors Note: Bones, how rude of you! Making me type something so crude and risqué! No but seriously, this is the first thing I thought McCoy might get Chekov. Thumbs up for Cute!McCoy loving Christmas time! More Christmas experiences coming next chapter!
