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works/48850.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Trek_XI
  Relationship:
      Chekov/Pike
  Character:
      Pavel_Chekov, Christopher_Pike
  Collections:
      Crossgenerational_Slash
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-01-10 Words: 1055
****** Condition of Distraction ******
by Rubynye
Summary
     Pavel is interviewed by the Captain of the Enterprise. From this_Kink
     Meme_prompt.
Title: Condition of Distraction
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: Not quite NC-17 Hard R
Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike/Cadet Pavel Chekov
Summary: Pavel is interviewed by the Captain of the Enterprise. From this_Kink
Meme_prompt.
Content Advisory: I scandalized my roommate with this. Um, slash including a
17-year-old and power differentials.
All Thanks To: My roommate for making this a better story by being scandalized.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
 
"So you're the whiz kid I've heard so much about." Captain Pike leans back in
his desk chair, raking Pavel with an appraising blue gaze. "Top marks in
everything from particle physics to Astrogation, on track to graduate this
spring, and how old are you, boy?"
"Seventeen, sir." When his voice doesn't crack, Pavel lifts his chin a little
higher, and a small approving smile warms Pike's features; the pleasure of
accomplishment, of earning that smile, shivers through Pavel's belly, vibrating
into his cock. Pike keeps looking at him, into him, the corners of his eyes
crinkling as his smile slowly widens, and Pavel's cheeks prickle as he feels
himself hardening. He has to bite his lip to drive it down again, concentrating
on the sharp bright pain; it must make him look uncertain and young, and his
cheeks flare and burn.
"We have cadets entering at your age who think they're precocious." Pike nods
at Pavel, and it feels like achieving a perfect score, the highest grade. "Come
let me have a look at you."
"Yes, sir!" Pavel bounces out of his seat, too fast; he takes a breath and a
moment to make his movement deliberate as he walks around the desk, feeling
Pike's gaze like large hands on his shoulders, on his waist or his face. He
stops at the corner but Pike flicks his fingers, motioning him closer, so he
steps up until their knees almost touch.
Pike looks him over thoroughly, up and down. He reaches up, and the rough brush
of blunt fingers on Pavel's cheek reverberates through him, knocking loose a
small gasp. "Easy on the eyes, too," Pike says in the same dry, warm tone as he
just described Pavel's academic accomplishments. "I understand you won the
Academy marathon this year?"
"Yes, sir," Pavel manages to croak around his heart hammering in his throat.
"Stamina, then." Pike tilts his head slightly, still looking up at Pavel, turns
his hand and deliberately brushes his knuckles over Pavel's cheek. "Cadet, do
you want to serve on the Enterprise?" Pavel hesitates, his nerves crackling,
trying to determine how many questions are included in this one, and Pike leans
his chin on his other hand as he smiles at Pavel again, warm and kindly, eyes
sparkling. "Just answer that for now."
The bare hint of command in Pike's voice firms Pavel's spine, settles his
whirling thoughts, focuses his answer and his desire. "Yes, sir. I wish to
navigate for the Enterprise."
Pike nods, and drops his hand from Pavel's face, though Pavel can still feel
the memory flickering over his skin. "Do you want me to touch you again? An
entirely unrelated question, I promise."
"Oh, yes, sir, please." Pavel almost sways with eagerness. He wants those blunt
fingers on his skin again, on his face, everywhere.
"Then come here." Pike pats his thigh, and Pavel does not have to be asked
twice. He settles his back against Pike's upraised arm, his lanky thighs
perpendicular to Pike's muscular ones. Pike smiles approvingly as he raises his
hand again, cupping Pavel's jaw. "Definitely," he says slowly, voice gravelly
with mounting heat, "easy on the eyes. And the hands."
"Sir," Pavel whispers, his throat so tight his voice must surely shatter, and
Pike brings him close with the gentlest tug and kisses him very lightly,
undemandingly, leaving it to Pavel to choose the intensity, to set the course.
Pavel pushes hard into it, mashing their mouths together, and Pike chuckles
deep in his throat, tightens his hold into a command and kisses him firmly and
deeply for a long breathtaking moment.
Pike breaks the kiss, and Pavel has to swallow his whine, clenches his hands
into fists to hold himself still as Pike strokes the hinge of his jaw with two
fingers, then lets go. "Before we get distracted," he says, motioning to his
console, and Pavel glances over to find a navigation simulator running. "See
anything strange?"
Pavel concentrates, against the hard thighs beneath his, against his own
throbbing arousal, and looks at one rather awful star system, all comets and
swarming planetoids and tilted retrograde orbits, and beyond it a patchwork of
thick nebulas, black holes, and other hazards. The star designated as the
destination glimmers at the upper right corner of the screen.
"Difficult navigation, sir," Pavel says, and flushes warm with pride when his
voice doesn't shake, at least until Pike's thumbstroke along the base of his
skull makes him jump.
"Indeed." Pike nudges Pavel's thigh, and he takes hold of the polished desk and
Pike's firm shoulder and turns himself to face forwards, Pike's chest a wall of
heat at his back, his ass settled on Pike's undeniable bulge. "Supposing you
had a captain crazy enough to want to make that trip, or desperate enough to
need to, give me two routes each optimized for safety, time, and the best
compromises between." Pavel reaches for the keyboard, but Pike's broad hands
folds around his upper arm, halting him. "But first." Pike's fingers slide
firmly up the length of Pavel's trapped erection. "Let's see how you function
under conditions of distraction," he murmurs, efficiently opening Pavel's fly.
"Oh, bozhe-- God, my God." For one heart-stopped second, Pavel stares down at
Pike's hand pushing into his pants, curling around his cock. For another he
shuts his eyes, swallowing hard, listening to Pike breathe a chuckle and the
thud of his pulse resuming in his ears.
"Ensign," Pike says, low and steely in Pavel's ear, "can you do that?" Four
blunt fingers and a calloused palm all ripple around Pavel's cock, thumb
stroking the crease behind the head.
"Yes, Captain." Pavel shudders, pushing down the whimper quivering in the back
of his throat. He opens his eyes, focuses on the console screen, and reaches
for the keyboard with both hands. "I can do that."
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