The BLTS Archive- Early Trek
#4: For The Love of...
by T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

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Note: Written for the Doctor Fuh-q Fest

Archiving: ASC/EM, BLTS, DFF, TREKSLASH and my own web site --
all others, please ask.

Note 2: This story is part of my ever increasing 'Early TREK" series.
Although most of the stories stand on their own very nicely, this one
is a direct sequel to "THE CAPTAIN'S PRIVILEGE" (Su/C, K), which can
be found on my web page.

Warning: this story contains m/m sex ... if this is not your thing, I
suggest you look elsewhere for your entertainment.

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the STAR TREK universe. It is such a
lovely universe, I love to play in it ... I promise to return
everything to its proper place when I am done. I intend no copyright
infringement, nor do I make any money off of this ... I do it for the
pleasure it brings me, and hopefully my readers. This original piece
of fanfiction belongs to T'Lin, copyright May 2001.

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He shook his head as he left the bar. 'Damn, but she looked good,' he
thought, as the image of 'Pasha' lingered in his mind. He had known
that Sulu and Chekov had developed a 'relationship' in the few months
they had served together, but he had no idea ... 'damn!'

He hadn't even recognized her as Chekov ...

Hell, now he had to find someplace else where he could 'get his rocks
off' ... that place had been the most promising on the station for a
little anonymous sex. Most of the other clubs were most likely
crawling with Starfleet personnel, most notably from the ENTERPRISE.
It wouldn't do for his crew to think he was a perfect little slut ...
no matter how true. The Captain must set an example, after all.

As he roamed the 'seedier side' of the station, he came upon another
club that showed some promise ... "Dark Passions" the sign said. Not a
very original name, but it held some promise.

Entering the establishment, Kirk discovered that it was just the kind
of place he found interesting ... men and women, and every conceivable
combination imaginable ... and as he looked around, a few he could not
begin to imagine, the races were so alien to him.

If he was going to find a companion for the night, this was the place.
Making his way to the bar, he found a stool near the end ... one that
afforded a perfect vantage point for his perusal of the club. He
ordered a drink ... the local brew was potent and seemed to heighten
all his senses ... and sat back to survey his surroundings. He was
horny, no doubt about it. Watching the activity of those on the dance
floor added to his arousal, and made him wonder if he should have
stayed at "The Man Trap" with Sulu and Chekov, in the hopes that their
encounter would have turned into the three-way he had suggested to
'Pasha'.

But no ... this was their first shore leave together ... it would not
be fair for him to impose. He would have to find his own diversion.
Male ... female ... it really didn't matter to Jim Kirk ... he had had
his share of both. All that mattered to Jim was the sex. He needed sex
in the worst way.

While onboard ship, he could not indulge ... and there was only so
much pleasure one could get from jacking-off. He needed to fuck
someone ... and more importantly, he needed to be fucked.

He shifted slightly in his seat ... the tight leather of his pants
making him slightly uncomfortable, as his cock stiffened. Drink in
hand, and his other stroking his bulge, he looked for a potential
partner.

The hand sliding down his arm, and the soft ly whispered "come here
often?" in his ear sent a shiver throughout his body. That voice
sounded so familiar, but it couldn't be. He turned to see the face of
his would be seducer, and was surprised to see his old friend, Leonard
McCoy.

"Bones! What the hell are you doing here?" he said, as he stood and
pulled his one-time lover into his arms.

"I'm on my way back to Earth, awaiting reassignment ... don't suppose
you need a Doctor on that Starship of yours?" There was a twinkle in
his eye, as he looked over his longtime friend ... he knew damn well
that the ENTERPRISE would be needing a new doctor in a few months when
Doctor Mark Piper retired.

"You interested in the job?" Jim asked, as he smiled at Bones. "Lord
knows, I could use another familiar face on that ship ... now that
Gary is gone ..." his words trailed off, as memories of his friend's
death overwhelmed him for a moment.

"Yeah ... sorry to hear about him ... I know how close you two were."
McCoy, suddenly unsure if his advances would be wanted, or if they
would open old wounds, stood back, letting Jim make the next move. It
would be wonderful to lose himself in Jim's arms for a few hours, as
they had done so many times in the past, but ...

"Let me buy you a drink ... I highly recommend the local brew." McCoy,
leaning against the bar, accepted the offer as Jim resumed his seat,
trapping the doctor between his spread legs. When the drinks arrived,
Jim offered a toast, saying, "to absent friends ... may they live
always in our memories."

McCoy nodded, and took a generous swig of his brew. Jim did the same,
then placed his glass on the bar behind the doctor. He ran his hands
along the trim torso, savoring the silky texture of the fabric
covering the slim body. It had been much too long since he had known
the feel of this body under his hands, but he recalled the wiry
strength of the man who had rescued him from making the biggest
mistake of his life.

It had been Bones who had convinced him that marrying and giving up
his career for a woman he didn't love, all for the sake of a child,
would have been a mistake. He knew, for he had done it himself. In the
end, there was resentment, and nothing more.

Jim was grateful, and only regretted that Carol had decided to keep
their child all to herself ... one day, he hoped he would be able to
meet his son, and get to know him ... but for now, he was happy in his
decision to remain in Starfleet.

"So tell me, *Captain* ... what's it like bein' Starfleet's 'Golden
Boy'?" McCoy asked, as he ran his hands over the smooth chest. The way
they were situates, he could feel the heat of Jim's groin, as he
rubbed his leg against the inner thigh, his fingers lightly pinching
the hard nipples.

Jim moaned ever so softly before answering, "it's lonely at the top,
Bones ..." then his own hands moved ever so slowly down to McCoy's
hips, pulling the older man firmly against his crotch. "Care to help
me alleviate the loneliness?"

"Your place or mine?" McCoy gasped, as he bent his head to kiss Jim
passionately, and thinking how convenient it would be to be able to
beam directly to Jim's cabin on the ENTERPRISE, although he doubted
that would be possible.

"I guess that all depends on how close your place is ... it will take
us about twenty minutes to walk to my room at the 'Imperial' ... what
about you?" Jim said ... the station was not all that large, but there
was no 'transport' besides lift tubes.

"I've got a room I can use in the back," McCoy grinned, as he
explained, "I know the owner, and she let's me stay here for free
whenever I'm on station."

"By all means, your place, then ..."

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The room was small and dark, with the one redeeming feature of a very
large bed. Jim had his vest off before Bones had closed the door ...
bare-chested, he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots. Bones
crossed the room, and pulled Jim up to his feet, and into a passionate
embrace.

They were of a height, so their groins pressed firmly against each
other ... gyrating his hips, he placed a firm kiss on Jim's lips, as
he grabbed the firm buttocks. Jim, for his part, was trying
desperately to unbutton the silk shirt, and leather pants of the good
doctor. Bones leaned back slightly, never breaking contact from the
hips down, but allowing Jim to remove his shirt and loosen his
trousers.

He thought of doing the same for Jim, but decided he liked the look
and feel of the leather pants pulled tight by the ever swelling cock
... he also knew how much Jim liked it. The feel of a warm hand
sliding over the tight leather was a turn-on for Jim Kirk.

Of course, that was only one of many turn-ons ... 'let's face it',
McCoy thought, 'most everything turned Jim on' ... and for that, Bones
was eternally grateful. He had been rather lonely and depressed
himself lately, and the site of Jim Kirk walking into "Dark Passions"
was just the thing he needed to alleviate his depression.

While his mind had been wandering, thinking about a possible future on
the ENTERPRISE, Jim had slipped his pants down around his ankles.
Grabbing him by the shoulders, he turned him so that his back was to
the bed, then sat him down. Kneeling, Jim removed his boots, then
slipped the pants the rest of the way off.

Jim stayed on his knees, caressing Bones' inner thighs, lightly
brushing up against his scrotum, and away once again ... this teasing
motion made his cock stiffen, and ache to be touched. Bones lay back,
wanting to fuck this man before him, but letting him set the pace.
They had all night ... there was no need to rush anything.

Jim, apparently, had other plans. After McCoy lay down, Jim used his
mouth and tongue along the thighs ... up one side, judiciously
avoiding the cock, then down the other ... he did this several times
before briefly touching his tongue to the tip of Bones' cock, licking
off the drop of fluid that had leaked from the opening.

Bones moaned, thrusting his hips upward slightly, wanting more. When
he did, Jim grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to the edge of the
bed. Jim's tongue slid down the length of his shaft, over his balls,
and all around his anus. He felt Jim's fingers spreading his cheeks,
as the tongue tip slid into the tight little opening.

It had been far too long since anyone had touched him there ... and
the sensation was exquisite! He reached back to the night stand at the
head of the bed, and grabbed the tube of lube that was there. "Here,
Jim," he gasped, handing the lube over as the tongue once again
plundered his ass.

The only point of contact between the two continued to be Jim's
tongue. As he stood above Bones, so he could remove his own pants, he
ran his tongue around the tip of the oozing cock. Bones was writhing
in pleasure, as the heat built in the sensitive organ.

"Dammit, Jimmy-boy ... either fuck me, or let me fuck you ... I've had
enough of this damned cock-teasing," McCoy said, as he thrust his hips
upward once more. As he did, a cool finger slipped into his ass ...
and he gasped with the sheer pleasure of it.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, alright ... I'll fuck you like you haven't been
fucked in years." Jim said, as a second finger joined the first. He
probed and stretched ... brushing his fingers against that sensitive
spot deep inside.

With his other hand, he prepared his cock for penetration ... he
massaged a generous amount of lube onto his shaft. He was so hard, he
ached ... he knew that he would not last long once he penetrated the
doctor's tight ass.

The bed was low ... using the pillows to kneel on, he was at the
perfect height for penetration, with Bones' legs up over his
shoulders. The angle was perfect, and as he slowly pressed his way
into the tight opening, he could see Bones' cock jump, his release
becoming imminent. The sight sent him into a frenzy, and as the hot
jizm spurted out, he thrust deeper, triggering his own release.

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As they lay together, slightly drowsy yet recovering from their sexual
exertions, Jim asked, "so, Bones ... are you interested in the
position on the ENTERPRISE?"

"Hell, yes," came back the enthusiastic reply. "I've wanted an
assignment like that for the longest time," and as he snuggled up
against Jim's side, running his fingers lightly over the flat stomach,
he continued, "but as you well know, they are few and far between." He
stretched up to kiss Jim, as he grasped the slightly firm cock, and
asked, "don't suppose you'd put in a good word for me, now, would you
Jimmy-boy?"

"Hmm ... ah ... yes, I will ..." he said, as his cock swelled at his
lover's touch. "Hell ... you keep doing that, and I'll *demand* your
presence on the ENTERPRISE."

"Well, Jimmy-boy ... if you think this is good, just wait ..." and he
shifted his position so that he could suck the full cock, while
slipping a finger into the tight opening beneath the balls.

Somehow, he had managed to cover his finger with lube without Jim
noticing. As a second finger joined it, he used his tongue on the
sensitive head of Jim's cock ... he could feel the heat building, as
he teased the tender flesh. He moved his fingers, searching for that
*special* place deep inside ... and when he found it, Jim gasped, as
his hot fluid spurted into McCoy's mouth.

Swallowing convulsively, so as not to lose a drop of the hot cum,
Bones removed his fingers from the well lubricated ass. With a nudge,
he rolled Jim over onto his knees, and positioned himself between the
spread legs.

He moved slowly, resisting the urge to thrust all at once. He made Jim
come first so that his arousal and subsequent orgasm would not trigger
his own ... now, he could go at his own pace, savoring every moment
that he slid his cock into the tight opening.

Of course, his actions would affect Jim, too. He was curious as to how
quickly Jim would become aroused with a cock up his ass ... he knew
from past experience that Jim Kirk had a remarkably rapid recovery
time.

Bones stopped just short of full insertion ... holding Jim's hips to
prevent him from pressing back to impale himself further. He needed a
moment to catch his breath, he was that close to coming. Leaning
forward slightly, he whispered in Jim's ear, "you want me, Jimmy-boy?"

"Yes ... oh, yes!" and Bones buried his shaft to the hilt. The tight
sphincter muscles grabbed him, as he pulled out slightly, then thrust
once again. On the third blow, Jim grabbed his own cock, and started
to pump in rhythm with Bone's thrusts ... the added stimulation
bringing Bones to the very brink, and over the edge.

Exhausted and spent, he collapsed next to his lover. It took several
minutes before Jim had recovered enough to get up and go to the head.
He returned moments later with a wash cloth and towel, and proceeded
to bathe McCoy. By the time he had finished, Bones was recovered
enough to get up as well, and strip the soiled linens from the bed.
Jim had grabbed clean sheets from the bathroom, and they quickly
remade the bed.

Once again, lying in each others arms, Jim said, "I'll make a few
calls in the morning ... see what I can do about getting you assigned
to the ENTERPRISE." Then his tweaked one sensitive nipple as he
continued, "but remember ... we're just friends, nothing more."

"Of course, Captain ...I understand." There was sadness in his voice,
and Jim felt terrible ... he didn't want to hurt his old friend.

"Dammit, Bones ... I *am* the Captain ... there are certain standards
I must uphold ... not to mention a reputation I must maintain. We'll
just have to be very *discreet*, is all I'm saying ... do you
understand?"

McCoy brightened at Jim's words, and as he snuggled against the
muscular chest, he said, "by all means ... we must maintain your
reputation as a *ladies man*, now mustn't we?" He laughed at the idea
... "don't worry, discretion is my middle name." Stretching up, he
kissed his lover, and whispered, "good night, Jimmy-boy ... sleep
well."

Jim kissed him back, saying, "night Bones," and with a yawn, rolled
onto his side so that Bones could spoon up against his back.

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Captain Kirk was in the transporter room when Sulu and Chekov returned
to the ship two days later. He wanted to encourage a bit of discretion
concerning their encounter in 'The Man Trap', and considering the
circumstances, he was only slightly concerned, but he knew from long
experience that it was better to err on the side of caution.

"Mister Sulu ... Mister Chekov ... you had an enjoyable shore leave, I
presume?"

"Yes Captain ... very enjoyable, indeed," said Sulu, as he smiled at
Chekov, then returned his gaze to Kirk, adding, "Thank you."

"Yes, Keptin ...thenk you," Chekov said quietly, blushing as only the
very young can. He caught the Captain's eye, and blushed more
intensely before averting his eyes.

"Very good," he said, and as the pair started to make their way out of
the transporter room, he added, "... um, Mister Chekov, may I have a
moment of your time?"

"Sairtainly, Keptin," He gave Sulu a rather fatalistic grin. Sulu
smiled encouragingly, then turned and left the room, leaving his lover
with his Captain.

"Come with me, Mister Chekov," Jim said, wanting this conversation to
be private. Chekov dutifully followed him to his office, all the while
wondering if he were to be transferred off the ship, or reprimanded in
some other way. A million scenarios went through his mind, each one
more devastating (for his career) than the last. When he felt he could
take no more, they arrived at the Captain's quarters, and entered the
private office.

Kirk sat at his desk, leaving Chekov standing at attention in front.
There were some papers in front of him, and he picked them up,
scanning them as if he had never seen them before. After a moment, he
looked up, and said, "at ease, Mister Chekov."

Chekov relaxed his stance, even more curious as to what this was all
about. He was about to ask, when Kirk spoke once again, "Chekov ... I
see that you have requested a shift-change?"

"Da ..." he said, as he nodded, fear preventing any further words from
forming.

"Yes ... I assume so that you and Sulu can spend more time together."
There was no recrimination in his voice, and Chekov was pleased to see
him smile as he went on, "I wish I could accommodate you ... but at
this time, a move to Alpha Shift is not possible."

Seeing the dissappointment on Chekov's face, he quickly went on,
"however, I will speak to Mister Spock, and if you are willing to work
with him in Sciences, thereby working some double shifts, I will
transfer you to Beta ... it's the best I can do, for now."

"Yes, keptin ... thet vould be werry nice. Thenk you."

"Very well ... I'll speak to him ASAP ... the shift change should go
into effect in a few days. Dismissed," he said, and as Chekov was
about to come within sensor range of the door, Kirk added, "Oh, and
Mister Chekov? About the other night ..."

"Keptin," he interrupted, "vat heppens during shore leave stays on
shore leave ... for both of us."

"I am glad we understand each other ... carry on," and he watched
Chekov leave his office, trying to imagine him in the tight miniskirt
from the other night. He shook his head, trying to clear the image,
when his door chimed.

"Come," he said, and the door opened to admit his First Officer.

"Captain, you wished to speak to me?"

"Yes, Spock ... Mister Chekov has agreed to work with you in Sciences
part time, in exchange for a change to Beta Shift ... please make note
of it in the duty roster." Kirk stood, and came around the front of
his desk, leaning a hip against the corner as he continued, "also, as
you know, Doctor Piper is scheduled to retire in two months time. He
had expressed interest in leaving the ship earlier, if possible, but
stated that he would stay on until a replacement was found."

"Yes, I am aware of that ... may I assume that a replacement has been
found?"

"Yes, you may ... we will stay on station for an additional day, so
that he may pack his belongings. His replacement, a Doctor Leonard
McCoy, will be coming aboard tomorrow ... please make note of it."

"Very well. Is there anything else?"

"Not at this time, Spock, but ... would you care to join me for a game
of chess after dinner?"

"Certainly." and with that, Spock left his Captain's quarters,
wondering about this new Doctor, and how Jim had been able to secure
him for the position of CMO on such short notice.

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The End