Frozen Yogurt

Frozen Yogurt
By Thomas Schiff and Co-Writer Pasha

Spock walked through the dark tunnel of the caves, his clothes soaked through, making the blue uniform shirt cling to his skin along with his black pants. His boots felt heavier, though Spock paid little mind. Chekov followed closely behind although was having a little trouble keeping up, despite Spock's slowed pace. Spock looked back at Chekov and waited a moment for the man to catch up.

Laden down with equipment, the younger man struggled to keep up with the Vulcan’s long strides. The chill was slowly eating into his youthful face, flushed with the effort. But he refused to show weakness in front of his alien superior officer.

"Are you alright Mr. Chekov?" Spock asked. "Do you wish to stop?” Spock knew they should not stop. It was vital that they find somewhere warm to stop to rest but the chances were becoming less and less, and Chekov was tiring.

He blinked the exhaustion out of his bright eyes.

“No Commander… I’m fine.”

A little huff of air, he shook out his soft curls and soldiered on. They wouldn’t lose ground on his account.

Spock put his hand on Chekov's shoulder to stop him. "Chekov, it would be logical for you to rest." He said. "The last thing we need is for you to collapse in a more inconvenient place. Besides the chances of us finding any place better are greatly decreasing. We should stop now."

The young Ensign exhaled gently, a cloud of condensation billowing round his rosy face. It did seem logical; he couldn’t fault Mr Spock’s ability to defeat any argument. He stopped, feeling like a child, looking at his feet.

“I apologise, Commander. I am slowing you down. Perhaps, it would be better if you continued without me and find your own shelter.”

"Chekov, I am not leaving you here to fend for yourself." He said. "Besides you're life is in my hands as much as mine is in yours. Separating would make our survival here next to impossible." Spock said taking his wet bag off his shoulder. They had found the life form they had been looking for on the deserted planet. It had been what lead to them running for their lives and falling off a small cliff into a lake resulting in their freezing state.

“But…” Chekov wished he were as lucid as Mr Spock. Since the incident at Vulcan they hadn’t been alone together. Not that they had been alone together before, but he couldn’t stand the silence that had since surrounded their search for safety. He unceremoniously dumped the gear onto the hard floor and felt his knees collapse in slow motion. Exhaustion flooded him.

“Apologies, Commander…”

Spock didn't say anything as he hunted for moss and random twigs that he could find around the narrow tunnel. He collected them into a small fire surrounded it with rocks that he found, using his phaser to start a fire.

Chekov faltered. He hated this feeling. It had been eating him up for days now.

“Commander I… I am truly, wery sorry that I could not save your Mother…”

Spock froze in what he was doing but only for a moment before returning to his task, making it almost seem as if Chekov had imagined it.

Chekov’s face fell… he had at least hoped the Commander would accept his apology. He tried again.

“I thought I could save you all… She was too far away… I should have been faster… There was no time…”

His accent thickened as he remembered how painful it had been, seeing Spock so broken by the loss of someone important to him.

Spock didn't say anything as he sat down next to the fire and pulled out what he needed from his bag. "We should probably get out of these wet clothes." He said. "There's no need for us to freeze to death just to maintain some sense of unnecessary dignity."

Chekov didn’t respond. He felt utterly incapable against the impenetrable wall of Spock’s emotionless logic. He only wanted to make things right, they might as well freeze to death now.

Spock removed his shirt and his black undershirt before removing his boots and pants. He wore nothing underneath, as was the way of most Vulcans. Being on a desert planet it was wise to wear as little clothing as possible beneath their ceremonial robes or every day garments. He laid out his clothes on the floor next to him and faced the fire, his legs lazily drawn up his arms resting on his knees.

The younger man blushes furiously, pulling weakly at his jumper. This was mad… his Commander sat… just a few inches away… the way he was. His hands fell limply to his sides.

Spock looked at him from the corner of his eye. "I won't tell anyone and it isn't in my nature to laugh if that's what you are worried about Ensign."

Chekov closed his eyes. He had no reason to disbelieve his Commander, but human shame was a hard thing to shift. His uniform pooled gently besides Mr Spock’s and he suddenly felt insignificant. Without his uniform and position he was just a fragile, Russian teenager, sat with an alien scientist in a strange far-off world, in severe danger of freezing to death.

He sat down.

Spock stared at the fire the heat doing little to warm him. His body was used to the warm Vulcan climate and though he still held his stoic unemotional stance Chekov could tell he was shivering. Could see the goosebumps on his flesh and the slight green tint as his blood thickened to warm his non-immune body.

Of course it was cold. Even Chekov had to admit that. But knowing Mr Spock was suffering; his face might not give it away but his body betrayed him. The young Russian shifted himself closer to his commanding officer. He was sure he had more body heat to spare. He wanted to help.

Spock noticed the subtle shift in Chekov's body but didn't respond at all. As he stared at the fire he thought about his mother and his home. The woman and the home he will never see ever again. He tried not to think about it, it was illogical to keep his mind on such things. But he found that with nothing else to do but sit and think about the cold he couldn't keep his mind off of it.

Spock closed his eyes as he started going over the times table he knew by heart. A calming ritual. His lips moving only slightly as he muttered the numbers. He needed something, anything to keep his mind off of his thoughts.

The Ensign shivered, it was like Spock was going into a trance. He was worried for his Commander. Despite his inability to grasp the Vulcan’s cool logic, he cared about what happened to him. A gentle navigator’s hand was placed on Spock’s bare shoulder.

“Commander?”

Spock didn't open his eyes but his muttering stopped and Chekov noticed that Spock's ears twitched just slightly. He didn't know why but he thought it was kinda cute.

He faltered, but did not remove his hand; he instead fixed his withdrawn Commander with serious, blue eyes.

“You are cold, Sir. It is not good for Wulcan physiology, no? It would be better to sit closer.”

Spock didn't say anything right away and Chekov thought after a while that he wouldn't respond at all.

"That seems... logical." Spock said breaking his gaze away from the fire and looking at Chekov.

The teenager smiled, more that he had got some sort of response, rather than the prospect of being closer to Mr Spock. It wasn’t that he wanted to be entwined, naked with another man, but he did find the Vulcan a fascinating person to be with. If cripplingly emotionless.

He wasn’t sure what Mr Spock would see as the ‘logical’ way to initiate contact. Instead he shuffled closer, their legs fully touching, and held up his hands in a, hopefully friendly, gesture. The faint blush caused by his nakedness had faded and he shivered with the biting cold.

"This would probably be easier if we laid down." Spock said simply as if it was just an every day occurrence.

Chekov nodded earnestly, following his Commander’s lead. The stone floor was relentless against his creamy skin and he allowed himself to draw closer to Spock.

Spock wrapped his arms around Chekov and pulled him closer to him. Rationally trying to keep as warm as possible.

The young Russian smiled against the green tinged skin. It was nice, being this close to someone; he couldn’t remember the last time he had even been held. Forgetting himself and his place, he nuzzled the older man’s shoulder.

Spock didn't react but he was very aware of the appendage now pressing into his hip.

The boy blushed with what little blood he could spare. He knew the Commander would be able to feel him, but right now he didn’t care. The sheer bliss of being in another man’s arms outweighed the threat of hypothermia of even the thought of who was actually holding him.

"Mr. Chekov?" Spock asked shifting slightly. His hip unintentionally rubbing against Chekov.

The Russian inadvertently let out an almost silent whine and lifted his reddening face to look at Mr Spock.

“Yes… Commander?”

Spock opened his mouth to speak but found that he couldn't form any words to express... what did he want to express?

With a shy smile and a silent prayer, the young Ensign pulled himself upwards on his forearms, his face resting an inch away from his frozen Commander. His voice was barely a whisper.

“Yes, Commander?”

"What are you doing, Ensign?" Spock asked, purposely using Chekov's title instead of his name.

The gentle, knowing smile didn’t falter, but nor did the awkward blush. His accent thickened,

“Maintaining appropriate body temperature, Sir. As per prewious instruction…”

Spock stayed silent as he looked down to Chekov's hand resting on his chest.

The teenager moved his face closer to the stoic Vulcan. He was intent on eliciting something from within that shell. He tilted his head up, pressing down his hand and laid a soft, chaste kiss on his Commander’s lips.

Spock pulled away quickly. Other than Uhura no one had kissed him before. Not like that. He looked at Chekov hiding his confusion. "That is not from previous instruction Ensign."

“I… I… reinterpreted the instruction, Commander…”

The Russian teen lifted himself forward again, making up the differences in their height. It felt to him as if they slotted together perfectly this way.

“And surely, Commander… actions like dis are designed to… raise heart rate and blood flow… to keep us warm?”

Another innocent smile, and another gentle kiss.

"That seems.... Logical." He said quietly. "But you must remember Ensign, that I am your commander and I do have a girlfriend."

“I promise not to tell the Keptin or your… girlfriend. I won’t even tell Sulu.”

He giggled, trembling from the cold, rubbing himself weakly against his superior officer.

The cold was starting to get to him as Spock watched his breath fog in the air. The chattering of his teeth was giving him a headache and all he wanted to do was forget the cold.

"Very well." Spock said but didn't do anything to initiate.

The boy blinked and swallowed, trying to remember what the boys at school had taught him. He lent up to kiss the Vulcan, letting his free hand trail down his exposed flesh. His hands shook with cold and trepidation. This experience was more alien to him than anything he had learned on the Enterprise.

“Commander…” it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t even a request, just a simple statement of fact.

"Do as you please Ensign." Spock said. "I do not wish to frighten you."

“You do not frighten me Commander… I… have experienced more frightening things…”

The smile and the sentiment were genuine, and the young Russian continued to nuzzle Spock insistently. The abominable cold and the fear of never being recovered only added to his desire for closeness; any sort of affection to remind him they were alive.

Spock watched the ensign curiously as the boy touched him. It wasn't unpleasant but not yet stimulating.

Ever the optimist, ever the persistent Chekov slid his hand lower… and lower, until he grasped what he was searching for. He knew Spock had perfect Vulcan control, which he could never break. He sighed, lightly stroking his Commander with trembling, inexperienced hands.

Spock let go of some of his control and concentrated on what Chekov was attempting to do. He pictured Uhura doing the same thing to him and his cock hardened slightly. Though whether from the image or what Chekov was doing, he didn't know.

His subordinate smiled against his chest, still shaking with cold, his hand grasping a little tighter than he intended. Chekov whined, his delicate hands seizing up with the effort and decreasing temperature. He made an effort to get closer to his Commander, rubbing against his side.

Spock watched as the boy rubbed himself against his hip and felt himself harden more under the boy’s hand.

Chekov’s will broke. His free hand gripping Spock’s arm, he buried his face against his chest.

“Commander… please. The cold… it hurts…”

Spock silently agreed. The cold was probably getting to him more than Chekov and it was in fact starting to hurt. Spock pulled the boy closer to him and closing his eyes kissed him, his tongue slipping past his lips into his mouth.

It was a shock for the teen. Being kissed by his Commander felt… good? Certainly not bad. He smiled into the kiss. The tingle he felt from the attention spread gentle warmth through him, pooling in his groin.

"What is it you want Chekov?" Spock asked, more implying how the man wanted to do this.

The younger man knelt up slowly, crawling over Spock’s legs. His voice more innocent than his actions.

“I want you to make the cold go away, Commander”

Spock watched as Chekov straddled him. The sight of Chekov's erect cock standing proudly angled away from his stomach made his own cock harden under the boy.

The blush on the teenager’s throat darkened.

“I’m not a wirgin, Commander… you don’t have to worry for me.”

"Yes.... but you have never.... had intercourse with a Vulcan before." Spock said. In truth he was afraid of hurting the boy.

Chekov’s eye widened in his sad, young expression.

“Excuse me, Sir, but I do not understand…”

Spock didn't know how to explain to the boy.

"Vulcan's are naturally stronger than humans, and last much longer. Also once the act is started not all Vulcan can.... control themselves."

Chekov looked at his Vulcan Commander and nodded with a sweet smile. He let a hand trail absently along Spock’s shoulder to trace the groove between shoulder and neck.

“I trust you Commander… ”

Spock gently shifted them both so that Spock was laying on top of Chekov. He smirked slightly, which in itself was new to the teen. Chekov watched as Spock moved down his body his eyes widened in shock as Spock took the boys cock into his mouth.

His eyelids fluttered closed. He let out a shocked noise that swiftly became a moan. He had not expected this. Not at all. Commander Spock… doing this?! This never happened to Pavel Chekov… not even when he begged. But oh… it felt good; his Commander’s mouth was so hot and wet, a welcome change from the chill air around them.

Spock pulled up his cock falling from his mouth before running the flat of his tongue up his shaft to the head. He poked at the slit a moment before running his tongue back down and taking on of his balls into his mouth. He wrapped his hand around Chekov's cock stroking him as he sucked on the flesh below him. Spock had never done this before but he knew that he loved it when Uhura had done it to him.

There was something almost magical about his Commander’s mouth that stopped the younger man from holding back his abject wails of pleasure. He could never have imagined the intense heat and pleasure that was coursing through him. Vulcan’s really were something else.

Spock moved back up and took his cock back into his mouth, moving his tongue along the underside, poking the slit at the tip every time he pulled back up again. He took Chekov right to the base the tip of his cock pushing against the back of Spock's throat.

Forgetting himself Pavel reached down to thread his frozen fingers through his Commander’s hair. He choked on his moans, his head thrown back against the cold stone. This contrast of sensations and temperatures… too much… pleasure overload…

Spock hummed deep in his throat for a moment almost gagging on Chekov's cock. Though it was smaller than his own it was still impressive for a teen his size. Spock pulled back a moment to clear his throat before taking him again.

But hearing his commanding officer choke him down was too much for the inexperienced Ensign to take. He thrust up hard to meet Spock’s tight mouth, enveloping himself totally. He didn’t really want to choke him again, but hearing his Commander in anything less than a state of total control was so arousing.

Spock tensed as Chekov forced his cock down his throat this time actually choking on the appendage. He tried to pull back but Chekov, oddly stronger than he looked, kept him there. With the odd angle Spock couldn't get enough leverage to push himself away and was forced to stay there. His throat contracted around Chekov's cock the reaction making him almost gag more.

The teen knew he couldn’t last like this, bucking desperately into the Vulcan’s throat. He let his clever fingers thread through Spock’s perfect hair. A strangled Russian curse, several strong tugs and Chekov let his head drop back. Sharp, painful breaths tore from his lungs; the cold air of the cave mingling with that warm swell in his chest.

Spock cringed at the taste of Chekov's cum in his mouth. He hadn't intended to give the ensign such a privilege but had come to now choice. Spock smirked evilly up at Chekov before moving back up his body and kissing him full on the mouth, slipping his tongue, along with Chekov's own spunk, into his mouth. Spock had heard of snowballing before and thought it to be absolutely revolting but the way Chekov had behaved he deserved it.

The boy spluttered and coughed, swallowing down the load he was fed, but he had swallowed enough cum in his young life not to let it affect him. It was having his Commander’s mouth on his, which excited him the most. His heart still pounded as he wrapped his thin arms around Spock’s neck, a silent apology for losing control with him.

"Touch me Chekov." Spock said his voice deeper than usual, the words almost a whisper.

Words the young Russian never thought he would hear his First Officer say. It overjoyed him that he would be able to make the Commander feel as good as he did. He slid his lithe hands down to caress the Vulcan.

Spock braced himself on the ground on either side of Chekov holding his body above his. He watched the ensigns hands move over his body.

It was glorious touching his stoic superior officer. There was so much exploring he wanted to do with a new Vulcan body. He latched his soft mouth onto the skin of his chest, leaving light marks along the pale skin.

Spock sighed. At this rate the teen was going to drive him mad. Spock moved up and straddled his stomach taking Chekov's hand in his he brought it to his aching cock.

The boy blushed, his blue eyes blinking innocence at his Commander. But his grin flashed as he began playing with the Vulcan. Spock felt big and heavy in his hands, if the situation had been less hazardous, Chekov would have found it comforting.

Spock moved against Chekov's hand. It wasn't enough but as he had stated before, he didn't wish to scare the boy.

The feeling of warm flesh moving against him made Chekov happy. It was life affirming to consider that his Vulcan commander needed this as much as he had. And all he wanted to do was make him… happy.

His pace quickened, and he spared a breathless kiss for Spock. It was a question and a gesture of affection in one.

Spock placed two fingers against Chekov's mouth. He was meaning to prepare him and really the only thing they had for lube was.... well.... saliva.

The boy complied and suckled, pulling away only to say quietly,

“Commander, do not be afraid for me… I know dis will hurt, but it is necessary, da?”

His smile was genuine, even if it would be lost on the Vulcan. He knew that here, alone together on this rock it didn’t much matter how much it hurt, this was release for Mr Spock and not him.

"It is not in my nature to deliberately hurt someone Mr. Chekov. I will make this as easy on you as possible. You will enjoy it I promise." He said putting his fingers back to Chekov's mouth. He paused and thought of a better way. He pulled his hand back away from his mouth and moved off of Chekov motioning for him to roll onto his stomach.

The boy complied with a shy smile. He had heard that promise before, but had never expected it from Mr Spock. The cold floor was rough and hard against his chest, but the feeling of the Commander’s touch still left his skin flushed and tingly.

Spock ran his hands down Chekov's back trailing kisses where his hands had previously been. He smirked up at Chekov as he kissed his lower back and didn't give the boy any type of warning before he placed his mouth over the boy’s anus.

“C… Commander!”

He tried to reach behind him with his slender arms.

“N.. Don’t… You… You don’t do that…”

Spock looked up at him. "Do you wish me to stop?" Spock asked dipping his tongue out and pushing it past the tight ring.

Chekov groaned, his head dropping forward, dripping sweat onto the floor.

“N… No… Please… don’t, don’t stop.”

"Well which one is it Ensign?" Spock asked licking him again. He reached around to take Chekov's cock in his hand. He was hard once again.

The poor teenager was swiftly losing command of his perfect English. A stream of Russian curses and…

“Don’t… stop, Commander.”

"Are you sure?" Spock asked taking his hand away from his cock.

Another unintelligible curse

“Da!” he shuddered. “…pajalusta… C… Commander. Please!”

"Please what?" Spock asked.

The boy shuddered again, his hands grasping at the icy floor. He whined, pushing himself back against his superior officer.

“Commander! Please… I want you… in… inside me.”

Spock smirked and pushed his index finger past his tight ring to the first knuckle. "Like this?" Spock asked.

“M… More…”

He had stopped asking.

Spock watched as Chekov moved back on his hand. He added another finger, then another and watched the young Ensign move against his fingers.

It didn't bother him that Mr Spock's hands were cold. The fire that was flooding through him now, was unraveling his control. It felt so good, to be touched like this, the teen just wanted more.

"What is it you want Ensign?" Spock asked again pushing his fingers in deeper.

The boy wailed, he was so hard. He nearly fell trying to push himself back violently against the Vulcan.

“Commander!” he pleaded. “I can’t… I can’t hold it. I want it so badly…”

Spock curled his fingers inside Chekov. "What is it you want Ensign?" He asked not getting a straight answer.

Tears stung the corners of his eyes.

“Fuck me, Commander. Please!”

His arms gave out under him and he pressed his face against the floor, whimpering under the first officer’s ministrations.

Spock put his hand on Chekov's shoulder and pulled him up so that he was on his knees and pulled his hand out of Chekov's tight ring. He moved in front of Chekov his cock hanging away from his body. "Suck me Chekov."

The Russian teenager looked up at him with wide, desperate eyes. He knew he had to comply, it was only fair. The Commander had done so much for him. This was a task he had often wanted to try.

He knelt up, reaching his hands out to take the Vulcan into his mouth.

Spock stood in front of Chekov his knees slightly bent and watched, his hands lazily by his sides as Chekov hesitantly took his green tinted cock in his hands.

The teen had never had anything so big in his mouth before, and all he could think was how good it would feel filling him when they fucked.

Spock felt himself swell to his full size as he entered the boy’s mouth. Chekov's lips around his cock felt simply amazing. Though the boy needed to learn to use his tongue. He noted to teach the boy that later.

Although inexperienced and occasionally sloppy, Chekov was enthusiastic when given a chance to please his Commander. He took in as much as he could, covering the excess with his clever navigator’s hands.

Much to the Vulcan's surprise it felt better than he thought it would. He didn't know why but he thought it would feel different from when Uhura did it. It didn't. It didn't feel better but it was.... pleasant. He pushed his hips forward trying to push himself farther into the Ensigns mouth. That was one distinct difference. Uhura could almost take his full length. From what Spock can tell, Chekov couldn't.

The boy choked, but blinked and smiled and continued. He was a quick learner, but this was something new and strange. The boys who he performed for at school were not as big as Mr Spock, and aside from his experiences earlier that day, no girl had ever done this for him. He felt totally out of his league.

Spock could see the saliva running from Chekov's mouth as he pulled back running down his cock to fall and freeze on the ground minutes later. Was it really getting that cold? Spock could no longer tell.

Chekov knew his knees were seizing up but he wanted his Commander to feel as good as he had. But it was difficult, his jaw ached from the effort and every time it knocked the back of his throat he gagged a little more.

Spock pulled away from his mouth and moved behind him again. He pulled Chekov against his chest as he rubbed his dripping cock against his ass.

“Oh…” a breathless exclamation. The younger man wanted this so badly. “Commander…”

He was willing to keep begging until he got what he so desperately needed.

Spock took his cock in his hand and pushed Chekov forward onto his hands and knees. He pushed the tip of his cock against his ass using his hand to push the head into the tight right. Spock stifled a groan. He was so tight around his huge cock. He pushed against him slightly but the tight ring wouldn't allow him passage. He pushed again using his hand to push in a bit farther but Chekov's body for obvious reasons was fighting him.

The boy gasped and winced from the pain. Mr Spock was bigger than anything he had ever had inside him before. He tried badly to relax, but he was so afraid he would let the Commander down. He was so needy and the Vulcan had not cum once yet.

Spock moved in and out of him what little he could get in which was maybe an inch or so. With every thrust back in he pushed a little harder moving farther and farther into him. He could see a little blood and he knew that he was hurting Chekov but at this moment he no longer cared. He had warned the young ensign that it would hurt and that he would have no control over his actions once he got into this. He knew if he had tried hard enough, he would be able to stop but... it just felt so good.

Chekov balled his fists and made every effort not to cry out. He was glad the Commander couldn’t see his face now, as he blinked away tears. He knew he had asked for this, begged for this, wanted this, but the pain was reaching unbearably high levels.

"Relax." Spock told him. His voice sounded different. Less controlled more.... wild than anything Chekov had heard from him before. Spock pushed against him harder trying to sheath himself inside the boy. He pushed in a little farther. There wasn't much left to go and all Spock wanted to do was be balls deep inside of him.

The tinge of something different in Spock’s voice put the fear through Chekov. It was like someone completely different behind him. Someone less thoughtful, more… human. More primal. The teen found this unsettling, but he didn’t want to stop it now…

Spock groaned as he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into him finally succeeding in sheathing himself completely in the young ensign. Spock moaned as Chekov clenched around him, his balls slapping against Chekov's pale skin with every thrust as he writhed against him.

God it felt like he was being torn in two. The young Russian screamed and dug his nails into the frozen ground, drawing blood from under his nails. But something about the heat and the friction the Vulcan created inside him, made the teenager desperate for more.

“Commander!” he cried.

Spock pulled out of him rubbing his head against the puckered hole before pushing back in again. "Fuck... you're so tight." Spock moaned. He reached around taking Chekov's cock in his hand pumping him to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Pavel gasped. From the pain, from the intense pleasure of the Vulcan’s touch, from hearing his Commander say such words. The sensations washing over him were becoming stronger and stronger. He was going to cum again. He knew it, and he couldn’t stop it…

Spock pumped him faster in his hand as he felt Chekov's cock pulse in his hand. He kept his hand away from the head not wanting to get any of the fluid on himself but could picture the white fluid squirting onto the ground beneath them.

A strangled cry and the Russian navigator went limp on the ground, panting and crying. A shudder ran down his spine, but he was having trouble forming words in English or Russian.

Spock pulled out of him and straddled his ass, his knees on either side of the teen. He pushed into him once again, leaning forward so that he was holding his weight on his arms, his hands on either side of Chekov's head.

“N… No…” he shuddered, he was too sensitive, and it hurt. But it felt amazing too. The Commander didn’t even seem phased by his partner’s orgasm. If the teen had been in a better state of mind he would have admired Spock’s stamina, instead he was more afraid than aroused.

Spock couldn't hear the young ensigns pleas anymore. All he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears. The need for release. Unfortunately he was nowhere near close. He thrust into him faster his skin slapping against Chekov's.

Wails and Russian curses. The teenager fingers were raw on the cold ground. It felt so uncomfortable, he just wanted it to stop, the cum on the backs of his legs was congealing and itchy. The Vulcan’s heat was tearing him up inside.

“C… Commander… please… parjalusta! No…”

Spock saw Chekov start to struggle against him and grabbed onto his wrists pinning them above Chekov's head with one hand, his other hand gripping his hip painfully, his Vulcan strength coming through at full force. He pulled out of him a moment and rubbed his length against the boys crack before entering him again quickly. "Fuck you feel so good."

The Russian was not built for combat, he couldn’t begin to struggle. It hurt, but the cold was no longer eating at him. It was like Spock was filling him with fire. Chekov let his head droop, choking out some plaintive tears.

“… Captain…”

Spock slowed his thrusts but increased how hard he moved against him, slamming into him hard before once again speeding up again. He could feel himself coming close but knew that he would last a lot longer than the boy would be able to handle.

His screams and whines were becoming weaker now. Pavel was so desperate to make it stop, his hands tried to reach to push the Vulcan away.

“Commander… I can’t… I want to go… home…”

Spock pulled out of the teen and started pumping himself furiously in his hand. He knew he was hurting the boy but all he wanted was his release.

The pain inside did not diminish, and the lack of contact only heightened the agony he felt. The violence and aggression… it was like school. Not what he wanted when he joined the Enterprise. He admired the Vulcan commander and something in his mind could not believe that this was happening.

Spock entered him once again thrusting a few times before moaning in Chekov's ear. "I'm close." He said not sure if he was reassuring the boy or trying to convince himself.

Every muscle in the Russian teenager tensed up. He was quickly blacking out, his body shutting down, trying and forget what had gone on. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus. And he didn’t want to. Everything went blurry and vanished.

Spock felt Chekov go limp under him but at the moment didn't care. He was getting so close he could almost...

Spock pulled out of him and rolled Chekov onto his back, the boy slowly coming back to reality.

Chekov moaned, the cold ground scraping along his pale back, everything ached.

“…Commander?”

Spock was now straddling his chest though not putting any weight on him. "Just relax Chekov." He said stroking himself fast over Chekov's face.

He blinked, his head rolled onto the side, he couldn’t look his Commander in the eyes.

“Yes, Sir…”

The weight of the Vulcan was somewhat comforting, he would be happy for this to be done, he would be happiest to get back to the Enterprise.

Spock rubbed the tip against Chekov's mouth. He wanted to be inside but he didn't want to put him through more than he already had. His mind was still clouded with the rushing of blood and heat in his groin but he knew Chekov's breaking point and didn't with to cross it.

The heat against his face was something close to intoxicating, the Russian teen really did want to show Spock how much he appreciated letting his control down… But his body was almost totally spent. He tentatively opened his poor little mouth to accept some of the Vulcan’s length.

Spock felt Chekov's tongue and lips around his cock and moaned loudly. He was so close... He thrust shallowly a few times before he groaned cumming into Chekov's mouth. He pulled out some of the off whitish green fluid squirting onto Chekov's face. Spock continued pumping his cock in his hand rubbing his soft sac with his other as cum continued to drip onto Chekov's face from the softening appendage.

The boy moaned, semi conscious and covered in the First Officer’s cum. It was warm and sticky, but the cold had begun eating as his legs again. Despite their heavy exercise and aggressive sex it was hard to stay conscious. He smiled weakly. His eyes closing, muttering gently in Russian.

“Thank you… Spock…”

Spock collapsed beside him, his breath coming in harsh deep pants. "I'm...." Spock paused. "I'm sorry Pavel." He said using the ensigns first name for the first time.

A tear ran down his pale little face and he went slack against the Vulcan’s bare skin. He didn’t speak, a weakened whimper escaped him and he finally drifted away into the darkness.