書ける？
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ?
Ship: Spock/Sulu
Summary: Written for this st_xi_kink_meme prompt.
"How's it going?" Sulu asked from the doorway.
Spock looked up from his Padd momentarily before going back to his practice. "I have not progressed any in the time I have practiced."
Spock had been laboring over the characters for hours because Sulu insisted that they be able to draw the characters by hand, though Spock did not understand why the typing them would not suffice. Most students took well to the calligraphy, though there was much griping among them, but Spock faltered.
When called up the board to reproduce characters, Spock had trouble doing so. He forgot hooks, interchanged radicals, and had possibly the worst sense of balance Sulu had ever seen. 待つ and 持つ looked exactly the same in his scribbled script.
It wasn't that Spock didn't work hard. On slow shifts on the bridge he would catch Spock practicing, and Spock spent many meals eating with one hand as he traced characters on his Padd in a program Sulu had found for him. Even with outlines to follow, Spock just couldn't do it.
For the past few days Spock had been going a little overboard with the studying. He seemed distracted at his post. When giving orders he didn't bother to look up from the Padd he was practicing his characters on. It was enough that Kirk approached him in the mess, and asked Sulu to have some words with Spock.
Sulu entered the room and stood behind Spock. He watched over the Vulcan's shoulder as he struggled to write 初雪.
"Don't forget the hook on the first character," Sulu reminded him.
Spock went back over the first character, making sure to hook it.
"That's it." Sulu put his hands on Spock's shoulders. They were tense to the touch, and he unconsciously began to massage them. "Be careful with the balance of your 雨 radical."
Spock said nothing about the massage, only rewrote the character.
"You did it."
"Only after much guidance from you." Spock set the Padd on the table and shook his hands, Clenching and unclenching them to relieve the soreness that had built up over hours of practice.
"Give me your hand," Sulu said, reaching out to take one of Spock's hands. He did not object as Sulu began to massage his palm.
Spock closed his eyes. The sensations were more erotic than they should have rightfully been.
He felt something warm, damp, and soft circle around his palm, followed by hot breath, and had to work to stifle a moan.
"先生?"
His eyes fluttered open to stare at his teacher, just in time to watch as Sulu closed his lips around a finger and began to suck.
Word Count: ?
Ship: Spock/Sulu
Summary: Written for this st_xi_kink_meme prompt.
"How's it going?" Sulu asked from the doorway.
Spock looked up from his Padd momentarily before going back to his practice. "I have not progressed any in the time I have practiced."
Spock had been laboring over the characters for hours because Sulu insisted that they be able to draw the characters by hand, though Spock did not understand why the typing them would not suffice. Most students took well to the calligraphy, though there was much griping among them, but Spock faltered.
When called up the board to reproduce characters, Spock had trouble doing so. He forgot hooks, interchanged radicals, and had possibly the worst sense of balance Sulu had ever seen. 待つ and 持つ looked exactly the same in his scribbled script.
It wasn't that Spock didn't work hard. On slow shifts on the bridge he would catch Spock practicing, and Spock spent many meals eating with one hand as he traced characters on his Padd in a program Sulu had found for him. Even with outlines to follow, Spock just couldn't do it.
For the past few days Spock had been going a little overboard with the studying. He seemed distracted at his post. When giving orders he didn't bother to look up from the Padd he was practicing his characters on. It was enough that Kirk approached him in the mess, and asked Sulu to have some words with Spock.
Sulu entered the room and stood behind Spock. He watched over the Vulcan's shoulder as he struggled to write 初雪.
"Don't forget the hook on the first character," Sulu reminded him.
Spock went back over the first character, making sure to hook it.
"That's it." Sulu put his hands on Spock's shoulders. They were tense to the touch, and he unconsciously began to massage them. "Be careful with the balance of your 雨 radical."
Spock said nothing about the massage, only rewrote the character.
"You did it."
"Only after much guidance from you." Spock set the Padd on the table and shook his hands, Clenching and unclenching them to relieve the soreness that had built up over hours of practice.
"Give me your hand," Sulu said, reaching out to take one of Spock's hands. He did not object as Sulu began to massage his palm.
Spock closed his eyes. The sensations were more erotic than they should have rightfully been.
He felt something warm, damp, and soft circle around his palm, followed by hot breath, and had to work to stifle a moan.
"先生?"
His eyes fluttered open to stare at his teacher, just in time to watch as Sulu closed his lips around a finger and began to suck.