Victor, Victor: part 11, Today, You are the Flower
Title: Victor, Victor: part 11, Today, You are the Flower
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: So methinks: And I have found Star Trek like a jewel,
Mine own and not mine own.
Though Star Trek has been dear to me in its many incarnations, it is, alas, not mine own.
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex. That is all.
Type: Ongoing series
Word Count: 2177
Summary: Their brush with death leaves Chekov full of nervous energy. Sulu helps.
Chekov fidgeted and bounced on the balls of his feet, his brow furrowed and lips stiff as he rubbed the short hair on the back of his head. "What's wrong?" Sulu put one hand on Chekov's arm.
"Whenehwer we haf been in a combat, I haf nervwous energy. I need to run until it goes away, but today I did not finish my run." He switched from bouncing to pacing, "I came to be wizh you, but I need to run." He exhaled through his nose, frustrated, "I do not wish to leaf your side, but l must do something!"
Sulu smiled a mischevous smile, "Well, I guess there's only one thing for it."
"You will run with me?" Chekov's eyes were wide and hopeful.
"I'd never keep up." Sulu moved in close, kissing the Ensign's soft boyish lips.
Chekov relaxed into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Sulu's tongue to touch his own. "Oh, but what about going slow?"
"We could have died today. Lieutenant Romaine did die. I don't want to..." He huffed a small laugh, "This sounds really cheesy, but I, uh, I think my mom was right. I think we were meant for each other, like destiny or something. It's dumb, I know, but..."
"It is not dumb, but can you please not talk about your mother when we are going to have sex?" Chekov made his very serious business face, which was not at all convincing.
Sulu could not help but laugh, "You are subtle like photon torpedoes."
"With the exception of when we are engaged in combat, I have not stopped thinking about sex since we left Earth and I have not stopped thinking about sex with you for thirty-two days and approximately ten hours, forty-sewen minutes." He took off his gold uniform shirt and took hold of the bottom of Sulu's shirt. "I have waited a wery long time."
"Geez, Pavel," He raised his arms and let Chekov strip off his gold uniform shirt and toss it aside, "I've wanted you ever since we met on the bridge. I wanted to punch Pike in the face for mispronouncing your name. I wanted to take you right there at the helm, but you were so damn young and I was still in love with George and I felt so guilty about it. Oh, thank God for McKenna's lungworms."
"Please do not talk of lungworms, either."
Sulu chuckled and ran his fingers over Chekov's black undershirt, muscles tensing as he touched. He was lean, to be sure, but there was a strength there, just beneath the surface. In a few years, his shoulders would fill out, his chest would become broader, and sweet Pavel Chekov would be getting as much attention as the Captain - as if practically every woman and some of the guys on the Enterprise didn't already grin and twitter as the young Ensign ran through the corridors. They thought of him as "cute," but to Sulu he was more than that. He untucked Chekov's shirt and ran his hands across the Ensign's belly and around to his back, pulling him in for a long, slow kiss. "What shall I talk about?"
"I do not know the protocol for making luff to a man. Theoretically, it is easy with a woman..." Chekov looked as though he were plotting a course, thinking, but not concentrating very hard.
"Theoretically. I'm told they're deceptively complicated," Sulu smirked, "but you'd have to ask the Captain on that one, I wouldn't know."
"No?" Sulu shook his head, "Okay, but givwen that you do know about making luff to men, you will haf to tell me zhe protocol for how it is done."
"We're not objects floating in space, Pavel. We're people. There's no one equation to fit us into that will work all the time. Biology is different, it's...mutable."
Chekov took off his black shirt and sat down on Sulu's bed, the simple gold pendant resting just above his heart, "I did not do well in Biology classes."
"I'll tutor you." Sulu kissed at Chekov's breastbone, his hand on the Ensign's hips, fingers just beneath the waistband of his uniform trousers. "Biology is about change and adaptation. Every time we think we have an understanding of how it works, something new shows up and we have to rethink it. The angiosperms of Earth undergo a double pollination during seed formation, but that's not true for Andorian flowers. They adapted to a different situation." Sulu kissed the soft spots of Chekov's neck, tasting his pale skin as the Ensign sighed, "I want to watch you change over time. I want to adapt to you, like fuschia to a hummingbird."
A blush rose in Chekov's cheeks, his eyes closed and his face relaxed, "I haf no idea what zhis means." He pushed into each touch, squirming and fidgeting, anxious for more contact. "But please, talk about biology to me."
"The flowers of the fuschia plant are adapted to be pollinated by the hummingbird and only the hummingbird. The sweet nectar is located deep within the flower where only a hummingbird's beak can reach." They kissed, Sulu parting his lips and teasing Chekov's eager tongue with his own. "The flowers are described as pendulous," He took the Ensign's hand, placed it on his own erection, then cupped Chekov's hardness, gently massaging through the fabric of his trousers, "so that the hummingbird has to hover to get what it wants." Sulu took his own black shirt off and tossed it aside, "The red in the flower, the way it hangs on the stem like a bell, the nectar, it's all to entice the hummingbird to visit." He traced his fingers over the blush on Chekov's cheek.
Chekov attacked with a thousand kisses over Sulu's torso, but soon found himself pinned to the bed. "No fair using Judo!"
"It's perfectly fair. You will simply have to adapt." Sulu's kisses were slow and calculated, with just a little bit of a suck or nibble where the skin was soft and sensitive, "Anyway, the relationship is mutually beneficial. The fuschia gets pollinated and the hummingbird gets the nectar."
"I am zhe hummingbird?" His speech was lazy, his eyes half-closed as he reveled in Sulu's touch.
Sulu made a happy hum against the soft spot behind Chekov's ear as the younger man sighed and shuddered, "Today, you are the flower." He pushed his hips against Chekov's and made a soft, low, grunt. Sulu tore himself away from the young Ensign long enough to take off his boots, but when Chekov started to push himself up onto his elbows, Sulu pushed him down again. "Let me take care of you, Tigger." Chekov obeyed and put his hands behind his head as he waited. He unzipped and pulled off the Ensign's boots and socks, his hands then hovering over the fastener of Chekov's pants. Then, with as much restraint as he could muster, he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the fly, swallowing hard as he pulled Chekov's pants off. He ran his index fingers under the waistband of the black boxer-briefs and found that his hands were shaking.
"Are you alright, Hikashka?" The young man's face was flushed bright red like rose petals on milk.
"Yeah." Sulu nodded and slowly peeled off Chekov's underwear, revealing his erection, pale skin and sandy curls. He stroked the inside of Chekov's muscled thigh, "God, you're beautiful."
Chekov swallowed hard, his voice shaking just a bit, "Now you. I want to see if you are like I imagine." Sulu nodded and shucked off his pants and boxerbriefs all at once, kicking them aside as he stepped out of them. "You are so...so handsome, so strong, not skinny like me."
"No," Sulu lowered himself onto Chekov, their erections rubbing against each other, hips rocking forward and thighs pressed together, "You're perfect." They kissed hard, Sulu tracing the tips of his fingers down the length of Chekov's body, stopping to press the pink nipple between his fingers. This made the Ensign squeak, which, in turn, made Sulu laugh. He continued to Chekov's hips, holding his firm buttock in one hand and squeezing.
"Nngh, Lyubimi-" He slipped into Russian and then stopped, seemingly mid-sentence and concentrated, "Before, I say these things in Russian because I do not know the proper words in English and I did not want you to know my filthy mind."
"This is not filthy or dirty or wrong. I do this with you because I love you, so much." Chekov nodded, his eyes closed as Sulu's hand moved to the beautiful pale penis next to his own. "Tell me what you want."
"Oh!" His rosepetal cheeks now matched his lips as his mouth opened, "I want...I want, I want..." What he said next was incomprehensible, spoken in rapid-fire syllables that, even if Sulu were a native Russian, would have been almost impossible to understand.
Sulu moved his hand back to Chekov's hip, "What? What do you need?"
"I want to feel you...inside my mouth, inside of me. I..." He panted and concentrated on the words, "I want... fucking you..."
"You're close, aren't you?" Chekov nodded emphatically, writhing on the bed, grasping and making a mess of the sheets, "I'm backing off just a little because you're so sensitive. I want you to breathe slow, breathe deep."
Chekov did so, regaining some of his control, "I want to be kissing your genitals. How is it said?"
"You want to go down on me?"
"Yes, yes, 'go down.' I want to go down to you- wizh you- on you- what you said. I will be slow, not too fast."
"Okay," Sulu whispered, and Chekov positioned himself between his lover's knees. Chekov examined Sulu's erection as though he were considering a chess move, first licking the tip and around the head, then placing the entire head in his mouth, sucking and tugging just barely. It was sloppy and too eager, but it felt good. "God, your mouth is perfect. Hngh. Geez, I wanna fuck you."
Chekov continued for a little while longer then pulled back as his big blue eyes met Sulu's gaze, "Okay, good. I like going down on you, feeling you in my mouth. Next is fucking. Show me how."
It should have come as no surprise to Sulu that Chekov approached sex with the same concentrated and eager effort as anything else he wanted to learn. He was a willing student with a breathless teacher, "Okay, Pavel," Sulu swallowed hard, "Lay down." He did so. "I'm going to take it slow and prepare you first. I need you to relax as much as you can, I don't want to hurt you. Talk about physics or something. I like that."
"Okay, relaxing." Chekov stared at the ceiling for a moment to try and think of something to talk about, "According to Mr. Scott, transwarp theory is based on the..." Sulu grabbed the lubricant from his bedside table and a disinfecting wipe from the drawer. He washed first, "Ai! Cold!"
"Sorry, it's a necessary evil. I don't want the coliform bacteria speech from McCoy. Please, keep talking. I love hearing you talk." Sulu applied the gel to his fingers and barely touched the skin, not quite ready to push in.
"Ai, Hikash- Oh! Eh, zhe principle zhat space is moving is contrary to zhe..." He carefully pushed in one finger and Chekov lost it, all thoughts of physics gone and replaced with an endless stream of Russian. Eventually, two fingers went in, slowly working around the cavity, gently opening him up. "Please, please, fucking please!" was all the English he could manage. Sulu removed his fingers and washed them with the cloth then very slowly worked himself in.
"Are you okay?" Chekov nodded, "Let me know if it hurts." Sulu watched his lover's face for any sign of pain or discomfort.
"Only a little," came the breathless reply, "but please, do not stop." He wrapped his legs and arms around Sulu, pushing against him when it was comfortable to do so. Soon, Sulu was completely inside and even Chekov's native language had gone from him as he arched and writhed, speaking in only nods and moans. Sulu thrusted, slowly at first, stroking Chekov's erection in the same rhythm, and then faster as the Russian pushed harder against him, wanting and eager. Chekov came first in an exclamation that sounded like prayer and Sulu watched his face as pleasure washed through it, "You are...so..God!" His own climax came soon after Chekov's, both grunting and moaning until it was on the edge of painful. Sulu pulled out slowly, half panting, half laughing, "Wow. God, wow, Pavel." He rolled over and held to Chekov, belly to back, like he were the most dear thing to him in the universe, because he was.
"Hikashska?"
"Yeah?" Sulu felt lazy and spent, too tired to shower.
"I haf been practicing something for you."
"What is it, Tigger?" He nuzzled and kissed the back of Chekov's neck.
"I love you, Hikaru."
Sulu grinned and held him tighter, "I love you, too."
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: So methinks: And I have found Star Trek like a jewel,
Mine own and not mine own.
Though Star Trek has been dear to me in its many incarnations, it is, alas, not mine own.
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex. That is all.
Type: Ongoing series
Word Count: 2177
Summary: Their brush with death leaves Chekov full of nervous energy. Sulu helps.
Chekov fidgeted and bounced on the balls of his feet, his brow furrowed and lips stiff as he rubbed the short hair on the back of his head. "What's wrong?" Sulu put one hand on Chekov's arm.
"Whenehwer we haf been in a combat, I haf nervwous energy. I need to run until it goes away, but today I did not finish my run." He switched from bouncing to pacing, "I came to be wizh you, but I need to run." He exhaled through his nose, frustrated, "I do not wish to leaf your side, but l must do something!"
Sulu smiled a mischevous smile, "Well, I guess there's only one thing for it."
"You will run with me?" Chekov's eyes were wide and hopeful.
"I'd never keep up." Sulu moved in close, kissing the Ensign's soft boyish lips.
Chekov relaxed into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Sulu's tongue to touch his own. "Oh, but what about going slow?"
"We could have died today. Lieutenant Romaine did die. I don't want to..." He huffed a small laugh, "This sounds really cheesy, but I, uh, I think my mom was right. I think we were meant for each other, like destiny or something. It's dumb, I know, but..."
"It is not dumb, but can you please not talk about your mother when we are going to have sex?" Chekov made his very serious business face, which was not at all convincing.
Sulu could not help but laugh, "You are subtle like photon torpedoes."
"With the exception of when we are engaged in combat, I have not stopped thinking about sex since we left Earth and I have not stopped thinking about sex with you for thirty-two days and approximately ten hours, forty-sewen minutes." He took off his gold uniform shirt and took hold of the bottom of Sulu's shirt. "I have waited a wery long time."
"Geez, Pavel," He raised his arms and let Chekov strip off his gold uniform shirt and toss it aside, "I've wanted you ever since we met on the bridge. I wanted to punch Pike in the face for mispronouncing your name. I wanted to take you right there at the helm, but you were so damn young and I was still in love with George and I felt so guilty about it. Oh, thank God for McKenna's lungworms."
"Please do not talk of lungworms, either."
Sulu chuckled and ran his fingers over Chekov's black undershirt, muscles tensing as he touched. He was lean, to be sure, but there was a strength there, just beneath the surface. In a few years, his shoulders would fill out, his chest would become broader, and sweet Pavel Chekov would be getting as much attention as the Captain - as if practically every woman and some of the guys on the Enterprise didn't already grin and twitter as the young Ensign ran through the corridors. They thought of him as "cute," but to Sulu he was more than that. He untucked Chekov's shirt and ran his hands across the Ensign's belly and around to his back, pulling him in for a long, slow kiss. "What shall I talk about?"
"I do not know the protocol for making luff to a man. Theoretically, it is easy with a woman..." Chekov looked as though he were plotting a course, thinking, but not concentrating very hard.
"Theoretically. I'm told they're deceptively complicated," Sulu smirked, "but you'd have to ask the Captain on that one, I wouldn't know."
"No?" Sulu shook his head, "Okay, but givwen that you do know about making luff to men, you will haf to tell me zhe protocol for how it is done."
"We're not objects floating in space, Pavel. We're people. There's no one equation to fit us into that will work all the time. Biology is different, it's...mutable."
Chekov took off his black shirt and sat down on Sulu's bed, the simple gold pendant resting just above his heart, "I did not do well in Biology classes."
"I'll tutor you." Sulu kissed at Chekov's breastbone, his hand on the Ensign's hips, fingers just beneath the waistband of his uniform trousers. "Biology is about change and adaptation. Every time we think we have an understanding of how it works, something new shows up and we have to rethink it. The angiosperms of Earth undergo a double pollination during seed formation, but that's not true for Andorian flowers. They adapted to a different situation." Sulu kissed the soft spots of Chekov's neck, tasting his pale skin as the Ensign sighed, "I want to watch you change over time. I want to adapt to you, like fuschia to a hummingbird."
A blush rose in Chekov's cheeks, his eyes closed and his face relaxed, "I haf no idea what zhis means." He pushed into each touch, squirming and fidgeting, anxious for more contact. "But please, talk about biology to me."
"The flowers of the fuschia plant are adapted to be pollinated by the hummingbird and only the hummingbird. The sweet nectar is located deep within the flower where only a hummingbird's beak can reach." They kissed, Sulu parting his lips and teasing Chekov's eager tongue with his own. "The flowers are described as pendulous," He took the Ensign's hand, placed it on his own erection, then cupped Chekov's hardness, gently massaging through the fabric of his trousers, "so that the hummingbird has to hover to get what it wants." Sulu took his own black shirt off and tossed it aside, "The red in the flower, the way it hangs on the stem like a bell, the nectar, it's all to entice the hummingbird to visit." He traced his fingers over the blush on Chekov's cheek.
Chekov attacked with a thousand kisses over Sulu's torso, but soon found himself pinned to the bed. "No fair using Judo!"
"It's perfectly fair. You will simply have to adapt." Sulu's kisses were slow and calculated, with just a little bit of a suck or nibble where the skin was soft and sensitive, "Anyway, the relationship is mutually beneficial. The fuschia gets pollinated and the hummingbird gets the nectar."
"I am zhe hummingbird?" His speech was lazy, his eyes half-closed as he reveled in Sulu's touch.
Sulu made a happy hum against the soft spot behind Chekov's ear as the younger man sighed and shuddered, "Today, you are the flower." He pushed his hips against Chekov's and made a soft, low, grunt. Sulu tore himself away from the young Ensign long enough to take off his boots, but when Chekov started to push himself up onto his elbows, Sulu pushed him down again. "Let me take care of you, Tigger." Chekov obeyed and put his hands behind his head as he waited. He unzipped and pulled off the Ensign's boots and socks, his hands then hovering over the fastener of Chekov's pants. Then, with as much restraint as he could muster, he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the fly, swallowing hard as he pulled Chekov's pants off. He ran his index fingers under the waistband of the black boxer-briefs and found that his hands were shaking.
"Are you alright, Hikashka?" The young man's face was flushed bright red like rose petals on milk.
"Yeah." Sulu nodded and slowly peeled off Chekov's underwear, revealing his erection, pale skin and sandy curls. He stroked the inside of Chekov's muscled thigh, "God, you're beautiful."
Chekov swallowed hard, his voice shaking just a bit, "Now you. I want to see if you are like I imagine." Sulu nodded and shucked off his pants and boxerbriefs all at once, kicking them aside as he stepped out of them. "You are so...so handsome, so strong, not skinny like me."
"No," Sulu lowered himself onto Chekov, their erections rubbing against each other, hips rocking forward and thighs pressed together, "You're perfect." They kissed hard, Sulu tracing the tips of his fingers down the length of Chekov's body, stopping to press the pink nipple between his fingers. This made the Ensign squeak, which, in turn, made Sulu laugh. He continued to Chekov's hips, holding his firm buttock in one hand and squeezing.
"Nngh, Lyubimi-" He slipped into Russian and then stopped, seemingly mid-sentence and concentrated, "Before, I say these things in Russian because I do not know the proper words in English and I did not want you to know my filthy mind."
"This is not filthy or dirty or wrong. I do this with you because I love you, so much." Chekov nodded, his eyes closed as Sulu's hand moved to the beautiful pale penis next to his own. "Tell me what you want."
"Oh!" His rosepetal cheeks now matched his lips as his mouth opened, "I want...I want, I want..." What he said next was incomprehensible, spoken in rapid-fire syllables that, even if Sulu were a native Russian, would have been almost impossible to understand.
Sulu moved his hand back to Chekov's hip, "What? What do you need?"
"I want to feel you...inside my mouth, inside of me. I..." He panted and concentrated on the words, "I want... fucking you..."
"You're close, aren't you?" Chekov nodded emphatically, writhing on the bed, grasping and making a mess of the sheets, "I'm backing off just a little because you're so sensitive. I want you to breathe slow, breathe deep."
Chekov did so, regaining some of his control, "I want to be kissing your genitals. How is it said?"
"You want to go down on me?"
"Yes, yes, 'go down.' I want to go down to you- wizh you- on you- what you said. I will be slow, not too fast."
"Okay," Sulu whispered, and Chekov positioned himself between his lover's knees. Chekov examined Sulu's erection as though he were considering a chess move, first licking the tip and around the head, then placing the entire head in his mouth, sucking and tugging just barely. It was sloppy and too eager, but it felt good. "God, your mouth is perfect. Hngh. Geez, I wanna fuck you."
Chekov continued for a little while longer then pulled back as his big blue eyes met Sulu's gaze, "Okay, good. I like going down on you, feeling you in my mouth. Next is fucking. Show me how."
It should have come as no surprise to Sulu that Chekov approached sex with the same concentrated and eager effort as anything else he wanted to learn. He was a willing student with a breathless teacher, "Okay, Pavel," Sulu swallowed hard, "Lay down." He did so. "I'm going to take it slow and prepare you first. I need you to relax as much as you can, I don't want to hurt you. Talk about physics or something. I like that."
"Okay, relaxing." Chekov stared at the ceiling for a moment to try and think of something to talk about, "According to Mr. Scott, transwarp theory is based on the..." Sulu grabbed the lubricant from his bedside table and a disinfecting wipe from the drawer. He washed first, "Ai! Cold!"
"Sorry, it's a necessary evil. I don't want the coliform bacteria speech from McCoy. Please, keep talking. I love hearing you talk." Sulu applied the gel to his fingers and barely touched the skin, not quite ready to push in.
"Ai, Hikash- Oh! Eh, zhe principle zhat space is moving is contrary to zhe..." He carefully pushed in one finger and Chekov lost it, all thoughts of physics gone and replaced with an endless stream of Russian. Eventually, two fingers went in, slowly working around the cavity, gently opening him up. "Please, please, fucking please!" was all the English he could manage. Sulu removed his fingers and washed them with the cloth then very slowly worked himself in.
"Are you okay?" Chekov nodded, "Let me know if it hurts." Sulu watched his lover's face for any sign of pain or discomfort.
"Only a little," came the breathless reply, "but please, do not stop." He wrapped his legs and arms around Sulu, pushing against him when it was comfortable to do so. Soon, Sulu was completely inside and even Chekov's native language had gone from him as he arched and writhed, speaking in only nods and moans. Sulu thrusted, slowly at first, stroking Chekov's erection in the same rhythm, and then faster as the Russian pushed harder against him, wanting and eager. Chekov came first in an exclamation that sounded like prayer and Sulu watched his face as pleasure washed through it, "You are...so..God!" His own climax came soon after Chekov's, both grunting and moaning until it was on the edge of painful. Sulu pulled out slowly, half panting, half laughing, "Wow. God, wow, Pavel." He rolled over and held to Chekov, belly to back, like he were the most dear thing to him in the universe, because he was.
"Hikashska?"
"Yeah?" Sulu felt lazy and spent, too tired to shower.
"I haf been practicing something for you."
"What is it, Tigger?" He nuzzled and kissed the back of Chekov's neck.
"I love you, Hikaru."
Sulu grinned and held him tighter, "I love you, too."