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Challenge: Author Favorites: 100 Ways: Prompt 8

Posted on 2011.05.13 at 20:40
Current Location: My Dorm
Current Mood: nerdynerdy
Current Music: Abracadabra - Alizee
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NAME: Never Been Kissed
RATING: PG
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, mentions of Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Christine Chapel, Cupcake and Hikaru Sulu | Chekov/Scotty, mentioned past!Sulu/Chekov, Sulu/McCoy, unrequited!Scotty/McCoy, & past!Scotty/Chapel, Chapel/Cupcake (here as Greg Harris)
GENRES: Romance/Drama
SUMMARY: Chekov’s never been kissed before, especially by the older, more charismatic Montgomery Scott.
PROMPT: 8: Innocence
WARNINGS: Chekov’s accent, Scotty’s accent, slash, and fluff. I might also quote “The Word of Your Body (Reprise)” from Spring Awakening, but don’t worry about it.
AU: European-ish school system, meaning middle school is 7-9 grades. Middle school fic. Scotty is 14-15 and Chekov is 11-12 (aww, just a wittle baby!!).



Pavel was not in the mood to talk to anyone. It was good that school had only had a half-day so that parent-teacher conferences could happen all afternoon. His parents would be blissfully talking to his teachers about how well he was doing, or his father would be talking and translating for his mother, at least. Pavel could cry in private now, under his favorite willow tree, whose leaves were blossoming in the early spring air.

It had been the winter of heartbreak. He and his last boyfriend, a secret love affair, as this was middle school, had ended badly. Hikaru Sulu had fallen for another boy in his schoolboy lust, and Pavel had seen he and an eighth-grader named Len McCoy holding hands when he thought Pavel (or anyone) wasn’t looking. And then Hikaru told him he didn’t want to be his boyfriend anymore.

The small boy had moved here all the way from Russia because his parents had defected back when Russia was still the Soviet Union. His first language was Russian, and his mother never learned English. His father taught Russian at the local University, and his mother stayed at home and had a shop online where she managed to sell things imported from Russia (legally, thank goodness). He spoke Russian at home, as his father was tired of his students not understanding his accent and just wanted to speak in the language he had used all his life.

It would have better if Pavel had been born in Scotland, like Montgomery Scott, a charismatic boy who was in Pavel’s choir class. He had managed to tone his accent down, but Pavel was having trouble speaking in anything but English with a Russian accent at school. He could understand the language as if it was second nature now, but… it didn’t seem like enough.

Pavel was sitting on a branch, nestled in the leaves like a baby swaddled in blankets. He was looking in the water, dropping pebbles into the stream, watching the ripples until they faded out into nothing.

“’ey! What ya doin’ up there?” a familiar voice asked from below him.

Pavel looked down at Montgomery and looked off to the side, slightly peeved that the older boy, a ninth-grader, was disturbing his angst.

“Nossing, Mr. Scott,” he replied distantly, dropping another pebble.

Montgomery jumped up and grabbed the branch Pavel was on, making the boy dip a little as the other scrambled to get up. After a few moments of shock from Pavel and panting from Montgomery, they faced each other on the branch, Pavel backed up against the trunk of the tree, and Montgomery only a few inches away, hanging on for dear life.

“I saw yeh comin’ over ‘ere…” Montgomery said, in way of an explanation. “I ‘eard from my buddy McCoy that he and ‘Ikaru were boyfriends now,” he added.

Pavel looked away from him and dropped another stone into the brook. “So?”

“So you two were a thing.”

Pavel glanced at him and then looked away, “I sought ve had been discreet about it. Guess not.”

“Look. I know how ya feel, Pavel. Christine dumped me for that bully Gregory Harris,” Montgomery told him. “And my unrequited crush on my best friend won’t be returned now that he’s so damn happy with Sulu…”

Pavel looked at him, tracing the features of the older boy’s face for a moment. “Zen ve’we bohs hawe had spurned lowes?” he asked.

“Aye, guess that’s the case,” Montgomery replied.

“I… I don’t understand. Vhy are you here, Meester Scott?”

“Scotty,” the older boy said, moving closer so that they were now mere centimeters apart.

Pavel went wide-eyed. You only were allowed to call an upperclassman by their nickname (or even their first name) if you were close to them. Montgomery—Scotty had jumped over a large gap in their etiquette by allowing him that one small deed.

“Scotty… uhm. In Russia, we hawe diminutives of our names… sort of like our own special nicknames. Mine’s… mine’s Pasha…” he said, blushing. “It’s sort of a close family and friends uh… sing,” he said, looking off to the side and blushing only a little. Then he snapped out of it, “But you hawen’t answered my qvestion! Vhy are you here!”

But Scotty didn’t answer. Instead, he put his thumb on the younger boys chin and two fingers under it, pulling the Russian boy’s face close his and kissing him lightly. Pavel instantly tried to get away, but when he wasn’t allowed to by the other boy, he pushed back, and Scotty allowed him to let go.

“Oh, God,” Pavel replied, looking away.

“I know,” Scotty replied, smiling.

“Vhen you climbed up to sit vith me, I sought you vere only going to tease me. You’re an upperclassman so—“

“Are you sorry we ki—“

“No! Oh no, Scotty,” Pavel said, his voice a little louder than usual. He clutched at Scotty’s uniform jacket sleeve, “I just didn’t know you vere villing to… to be vith an underclassman like me…” he looked off to the side, down at the brook below them. “and zat vas my first kiss.”

Scotty let the last statement sink in as he smiled. Then he turned Pavel’s head with his fingers on the younger boy’s chin again, “During recess, you’d rather read than play with the others. When Sulu broke up with ya, I watched as McCoy and ‘im walked away, laughing. Right then, I felt so much feelin’ for ya that I didnae know what to do with it. I’m sorry if you were surprised.”

“I vas… pleasantly surprised,” replied the younger of the two, smiling.

“Then ya won’t mind if I kiss ya again?” Scotty asked, hope filling his dark eyes.

“Go ahead and kiss me anytime you vant,” Pavel replied sweetly.

And Scotty did just that.

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