The BLTS Archive- Early Trek
#2: I Think I'm Going To Like It Here
by T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

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Note: Part of the Ensign Fuh-Q Fest

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0010.01

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Ensign Pavel Chekov - known as 'Pasha' to his very close friends - was
in  awe. To be assigned to the ENTERPRISE for his first tour of duty
was an honor ... one that he still did not believe had been bestowed
on him.

Throughout the change of command ceremony he had been apprehensive. He
kept  feeling that someone would suddenly realize there had been a
mistake with his orders, and he would be taken away to some remote
post where his inexperience would not matter.

Of course, this wasn't the only reason why he was nervous ... his
anxiety level doubled when he realized that 'James' from the night
before was none other than Admiral James Komack. Chekov was sure that
the Admiral would recognize him as he inspected the crew ... and once
he was recognized as 'Pasha', the Admiral would have him drummed out
of the service for 'Conduct Unbecoming an Officer and a Gentleman'.

But there had been no sign of recognition ... and as the Admiral
passed him by, he nearly sighed out loud with relief. After the
ceremony was over, and the reception began, he was able to relax
somewhat ... after all, the 'Brass' did not mingle with lowly Ensigns.

---

Chekov, not knowing anyone at the reception, spent most of his time
sipping his Vodka, and listening to the conversations around him.
There appeared to be quite a mix of new personnel, and those who had
served on the ENTERPRISE under Captain Pike.

As the evening wound down, and the time approached to report to the
ship, Chekov was drawn to a conversation in a corner of the room. Not
that he could hear the conversation between the two people, but
occasionally, their laughter would cut through the din of conversation
in the room. It was the laughter of the man that drew him ... it was
deep, and rich ... and as he saw the man who belonged to this
wonderful laugh, he smiled. He had expected such a rich sound to be
coming from a much larger man ... but the dark haired man before him
was slight of stature ... just the way Chekov liked his men.

Deciding that he had seen enough of the rear view for now, he made his
way over to where he could see the face that went along with the
laugh. He was pleased with what he saw ... the olive complection,
almond shaped eyes, and sensual lips were a perfect compliment to the
rich laugh. And as he got closer, he realized that the voice was just
as deep and rich ... Chekov found himself aroused, and he still did
not know the beautiful Asian's name.

Knowing that his arousal was out of place in this setting, he shifted
his focus away from the 'Asian god' to his companion. Her deep bronze
skin was smooth and unblemished, her eyes, deep and soulful, and her
lips were as sensual as her companion's ... the sight of her did
nothing to alleviate his condition.

He made his way past the two, trying not to be too obvious about his
interest in them, to where he could look out at the great ship where
he would spend the next five years of his life. As he did, he took
note of their conversation ... they seemed to be in a rather heated
debate over who invented what ... neither the names or the object of
their discussion were familiar to him, but that didn't matter, he
decided this was as good a time as any to make his presence known to
them.

Turning to face the couple, he cleared his throat, and stated very
matter of fact-ly, "you are both mistaken ... eet ees a Russian
inwention."

"You don't say?" said the lovely lady, with a twinkle in her eye. She
looked at her companion, and saw him smiling at the young Russian
Ensign. She smiled as well, as she continued, "I suppose we'll have to
take your word for that ...  At least for now." taking a step closer
to the young man, she held out her hand, saying, "Lieutenant Uhura,
Communications ... and this," she said, pointing to her companion, "is
Lieutenant Sulu, Helm."

"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Uhura," he said, as he shook her hand.
He then turned to Sulu, saying,  "Nice to meet you, Mr. Sulu ... my
name ees Pavel Chekov ... but my frainds call me Pasha." as he said
the last, he gave Sulu's hand a firm squeeze, and noticed the smile
directed at him in return. 

The three spent the next half hour or so 'getting to know each other'
... although all three were new to the ENTERPRISE, Sulu and Uhura knew
each other from their Academy days. She soon left the reception, as
she had duties to perform before the ENTERPRISE left space dock. With
her departure, Chekov moved a little closer to Sulu, flirting
shamelessly, in an attempt to make sure his interest in the helmsman
was noticed. He was pleased that his efforts were not wasted.

By the time Sulu had to report for duty, they had made plans to meet
for  breakfast/dinner at the end of Alpha shift. Since Chekov was not
expected on duty till Gamma shift, this gave him the next eight hours
to get settled in and rest a little before they met ... then they
would have another eight hours to become better acquainted.

---

Chekov was surprised to discover that he did not have to share his
quarters ... he had just assumed that all but the highest ranking
officers would be 'doubled up'. Once again, the mere size of this ship
staggered him.

He had packed all of his 'special' clothes, but had anticipated
leaving them in storage ... at least until he discovered whether or
not his roommate would understand his preference in casual attire.
When he had first gotten to Starfleet Academy, he had made the mistake
of openly dressing in women's clothes while off duty ... and quickly
realized that his roommate was very closed minded about such things.
He did not make the same mistake with his next roommate.

Carefully unpacking his things and laying them out on his bed, he
thought about his latest acquaintance ... Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu - who
preferred being called Sulu over Hikaru. He was happy to discover
someone who, he hoped, he would be able to forge a friendship with ...
and if all went well, something deeper than friendship.

He quickly finished unpacking, and finding places for all his
belongings ... as he did so, he wondered if Sulu would like him in a
dress ... or if he would be appalled by the notion. The idea of
'dressing up' for Sulu made him incredibly aroused ... and he hoped
that Sulu would be open to such a thing.

His quarters were now in order, and there were still several hours
left of Alpha Shift. Being too keyed up at the moment to rest, he left
his quarters to give himself a brief tour of the ship. He made his way
to the mess hall, and the closest rec room, then on to the observation
deck and arboretum ... each new location making him marvel at his luck
all over again.

Eventually, his lack of sleep from the night before caught up with him
... if he was planning on getting any rest before his duty shift, it
would have to be now.

Returning to his quarters, he slipped out of his uniform, and into the
silk robe he liked to sleep in. He set his chronometer to wake him a
half hour before the end of Alpha Shift ... plenty of time to shower
and dress before Sulu arrived.

---

Chekov awoke with a start ... he had been dreaming a most pleasant
dream, and was on the verge of orgasm when his alarm sounded. Shutting
the offending alarm off, he lie back, trying to bring the dream back
into focus, so he could finish what his subconscious had started. As
always, though, the details would not come back to him.

Knowing that Sulu would be arriving soon, Chekov went into the shower
... as the warm water washed over him, he firmly stroked his cock,
quickly bringing himself to the brink once again as he envisioned
Sulu's tight ass enveloping him.

His lust sated for now, he quickly washed, and then turned on the
sonics to quick-dry himself. Knowing that Sulu would still be in
uniform, he donned his own ... *casual attire* would have to wait
until they knew each other better ... and both had some free time to
*really* get to know one another.  

---

Sulu sat at his post, counting the minutes until Alpha Shift was over.
There was something about leaving space dock, and performing routine
maneuvers that made him horney as hell ... and anticipation of his
dinner with Pavel Chekov was only adding to his condition.

As his relief arrived, he made his way into the lift, followed closely
by Uhura, who asked, "care to join me for dinner?"

"Sorry, Ny ... but I have other plans this evening," he replied,
knowing damn well that she would realize just *who* he had plans with.

"It's the Russian, isn't it?" she said with a slight scowl ... before
Sulu could answer, she continued, "well, have fun ... but do me a
favor?"

"Anything," he answered with a broad smile, then winked as he added,
"... within reason, that is."

"Go easy on the kid ... he's very young," she said with concern in her
voice, "and most likely *very* inexperienced."

As the lift stopped and the door opened, he gave her a hug, as he
said, "yes, mother," and left the lift. Sulu was not worried about
Chekov's  *inexperience* ... he had heard rumors about the young
Russian, and if even half of them were true, Sulu would be a very
happy man.     ---

As he was putting on his boots, the door chimed, "Come" he said, and
was  pleased by the smile on the helmsman's face as he entered the
room. As soon as he saw it, he realized what he had said, and was
instantly aroused once again by the double entendre.

"What a wonderful suggestion." he said, as he noticed the arousal of
the  young navigator. That was one thing he had noticed about these
new uniforms ... they left nothing to the imagination. Of course, this
could be a good thing, or not ... it certainly saved a lot of time in
pointless speculation, but it could also be embarrassing if your
feelings were not reciprocated.

Luckily for the two of them, there was no need to be embarrassed ...
they just needed to decide how best to relieve their condition. One
thing was for certain, they would have to do something about it
*before* they left Chekov's quarters ... they could not be seen in
public like this.

Chekov, realizing the same thing, decided to play host for the time
being, saying. "Come in ... make yourself comfortable ..." and
gesturing to the replicator in the corner of the room, asked, "can I
get you something to drink?"

"Green Tea would be nice," he replied, taking a seat on the edge of
Chekov's bed, since the only chairs in the room were situated around
the computer terminal ... much to formal for the friendly conversation
he hoped to have with Chekov.

Chekov put in an order for the tea, and a cup of coffee for himself,
then came over to sit next to Sulu. Handing him his tea, he sipped his
own coffee, then placed the cup on the bedside table. Sulu did the
same, then turned to face Chekov and lightly caress his cheek, saying,
"I know we just met, but I find myself wanting you ... very much."

"And I, you." Chekov said, as he cupped Sulu's head in his hand, and
pulled him into a light kiss. He ran his fingers through the silky
black hair as the kiss intensified, and they fell back onto the bed,
their bodies pressed together, adding to their arousal.

Legs entwined ... hands exploring ... hard cock's grinding against
each  other, as they devoured each others mouths. Clumsily, they tried
to remove clothing, while not breaking contact. Sulu was the first to
pull away, saying, "come on, lets get undressed," he said, pulling his
shirt over his head. "... there's no point in doing this the hard
way."

"Werry true ... I em not used to having sex een uniform," he said, as
he  quickly pulled the shirt over his head, kicked off his boots, and
then stood to remove his pants.

Sulu had already stripped, and came over to kneel in front of Chekov,
saying, "let me help you with that," as he brushed his hand along the
outline of Chekov's cock before carefully unzipping the tight slacks,
and pulling them down over the well muscled thighs.

Once stripped of his clothing, Chekov reached down, encouraging Sulu
to  stand. He wanted to see him ... touch him ... devour him in every
way. They held each other at arms length, visually inspecting the
other, and admiring the view.

Chekov noted that, although he was slightly larger in stature than
Sulu, he was not as well endowed. That was fine by him ... Sulu was
magnificent! Chekov had never seen such perfection before. He
envisioned his cock pressed firmly into that tight ass ... or better
yet, that glorious cock filling him. He knew he'd never be able to do
either right now, he was too close.

Sensing the dilemma Chekov was having ... or facing the same one
himself ... Sulu took control of the situation, and motioned Chekov to
lie across the bed, on his side. "I think you'll agree," he went on to
say, as he knelt on the bed, and ran his nails over Chekov's nipple,
"we are both in need of release, here."

"Da," he replied, breathlessly. And with his reply, Sulu joined him on
the bed, so that they were face to cock. There was no doubt in his
mind that Sulu was experienced in this sort of thing ... he expertly
brought Chekov to the brink, then stopped, slowed the tempo and
started building to a climax all over again  ... the theory was that
by delaying his release, he would ultimately add to his pleasure.

Chekov had also learned this technique, and knew that the theory was
correct. So while he was on this roller coaster of orgasmic bliss, he
was giving Sulu the same ride. When he thought that he could take no
more, he decided to give Sulu that one thing that would put him over
the edge completely.

As his saliva-slickend finger hit the sensitive prostate, Sulu thrust
into his mouth, coming hard. His own release was only seconds behind,
as Sulu convulsively swallowed the hot fluid.

Spent and satiated, Chekov shifted, so that he was face to face with
Sulu. Kissing him, and smiling at the look of pure joy on his
companions face, he said, "I theenk I'm going to like eet here."

"Ummm ... so am I." Sulu pulled a sleepy Chekov into a tight embrace,
and then laughed as his stomach growled. "You know ... I would love to
make love to you all night," he said, as he kissed Chekov on the
forehead, "but I haven't had anything to eat all day," and as Chekov
tried to stifle a yawn, he added, "... and *you* have to go to work in
a few hours."

"Werry true," he replied, stifling another yawn, "... lets go take a
shower, then we can eat. I vill be fine once I have some coffee." And
with that, he got out of bed.

Sulu, on the other hand, stayed in bed for a moment longer, watching
Chekov leave. Chekov stopped and turned moments later when he realized
his lover had not joined him. Sulu looked him over from head to toe,
and liked what he saw ... he decided that he had to know if the rumors
were true, and asked, "Chekov? Do you ever fantasize? Do you ever
pretend you're something that you're not?"    

"Da! All the time. Vhy do you ask?"

"Because right this moment, as you walked away from me, I envisioned
you in a black lace teddy with fishnet stockings and stiletto heals." 

Chekov noticed that Sulu was slightly aroused as he said this, and
knew his secret was safe with him. He smiled, as he motioned Sulu to
join him at his closet door. When he was standing next to him, he put
his arm around the slender Asian's back, and opened the door. "Look,"
he said, as he pointed out the silk blouses, leather skirts and
various pairs of woman's shoes. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a
black lace teddy, and said, "next time ... but vhen I em vearing
thees, you must call me Pasha."

"Yes, Pasha ... I am definitely going to like it here!"

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The End