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works/126624.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Trek_(2009)
  Relationship:
      Pavel_Chekov/Christopher_Pike
  Character:
      Pavel_Chekov, Christopher_Pike
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-10-14 Words: 435
****** Guided Tour, or A Foolproof Interview Technique ******
by starsandgraces
Summary
     What's the harm in a little guided tour?
Notes
     For this prompt at st_xi_kink_meme.
He's seventeen, and Pike really should have given the job to a more experienced
navigator without even stopping to consider the Russian kid. But Chekov is a
genius is more ways than just one; he's planned this, no doubt, from the very
moment that Pike offered him a tour of the Enterprise a few days before she'll
be ready for action, though nothing official has been scheduled yet.
Strictly, non-essential personnel aren't allowed on ships in spacedock, even
when they're the future captain of the ship. But Pike has enough pull with the
Starfleet higher-ups that he can get away with one or two little visits, and if
he happens to bring someone along with him on one of his trips, what's the
harm? He just wants to get to know a potential candidate for his crew a little
better, show him around the ship. He'll even call it an interview if it makes
it better.
There's certainly no harm in the way Chekov has those lips wrapped around his
dick, going at it with an enthusiasm that Pike couldn't have imagined in his
wildest dreams (not that he'll admit to fantasising about precocious underage
cadets with mouths so innocent as to make them positively sinful).
Pike leans back in his chair and splays his legs further apart, tightening the
fingers of one hand in Chekov's neat curls. "You want the job bad, huh?" he
says through clenched teeth. He runs his thumb over Chekov's cheek, feeling the
slide of his dick through the flesh as he pushes deeper into the kid's mouth,
relishing in the sensation of his throat muscles spasming as he tries not to
gag. He suppresses the reflex admirably.
Chekov looks up at Pike, keeping eye contact as he moves his head slowly, his
tongue playing over every inch of the shaft. The tip of his tongue presses
beneath the head of Pike's dick, and oh, if Chekov wasn't the frontrunner for
the job before, he definitely is now.
Which Pike must have said aloud, because Chekov fucking smirks and redoubles
his efforts. So he doesn't warn Chekov when he's about to come, because the kid
might be a genius, but it won't do to let him get the upper hand, especially so
early on in their professional relationship. Chekov started the blowjob, but
Pike's going to be the one who finishes it—so to speak. And coming down
Chekov's throat is immensely satisfying.
Yes, Pike thinks, as he zips his trousers back up and beckons the kid to follow
him off the bridge, Chekov's going to fit in here perfectly.
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