Bones strode confidently down the corridor back towards his surgery. Or at least he had started to until he noticed an uncomfortable sensation tightening in his trousers. He checked in front of him and behind, then double checked for a spot that no cameras fell onto, before reaching into his boxers and tucking himself firmly under his belt.
Well, I guess my body knows what it wants even if that boy doesn't. Bones sighed and slinked briskly along, praying to reach his surgery before coming face to face with another person- just in case his erection was still visible. I wouldn't have dreamed I'd be in this situation.
He slid inside and got sat behind his desk as quickly as he felt he could without making a visible fuss. He won't mention it. I won't mention it. It will be like it never happened. I just have to get over… this…
Still hard, with his heart rate through the roof, panicking slightly; Bones reached for a drawer in his desk and suddenly he found himself swigging neat scotch out the bottle. His brain started to engage again with each mouthful. Just like all those others on the ship that he had to watch falling in and out of relationships, the ones who knocked sheepishly on his surgery door the morning after or the over confident ones, proudly bragging about their need for contraception. Fuck, I'm being offered it on a plate.
He thought about the boy, bold enough to attempt to seduce him, but without the experience to know where to start. His honest eyes, curly hair and dishevelled room. Wringing his hands in discomfort due to his desire for HIM.
Calm down Bones, you're just making yourself horny. It's the middle of the day and you're drinking in your surgery with an erection.
At the exact same moment that it occurred to Bones that he really should lock his door until he was in a condition to receive another patient, the door slowly opened. Panicked and in no state to stand up, Bones could only inhale deeply as Chekov stepped inside for the second time. He spotted the bottle of scotch instantly but didn't comment, before once again, making sure the door was closed behind him.
"You want me to ask for what I really want, Doctor?"
"I don't believe that you are able to, or are you going to surprise me?"
"F-fuck me"
The silence was deafening. Neither of them could believe the words had actually made it out of Chekov's lips. He almost vibrated with discomfort and nerves, but Bones knew he meant it. The blood had already left his brain long before a drop of scotch had passed his lips anyway, so the probability of a logical response was already highly unlikely, even before hearing those words slip out of his mouth.
"Lock the door," Bones spat.