OMG, I suck...
I have not been on LJ at all in forever, and I've been neglecting all my writings, and I totally suck. Why will someone not get on me for this? I was writing that Style fic, Eyeliner, CrackerJacks, and Everything in between. And then I stopped... And didn't write for forever. Became obsessed with other things. Like RDJ and Star Trek and Glee,
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One: he's in a bed that's large enough for him to roll over on and not fall into a heap on the Enterprise floor.
Two: he is very naked, and
Three: someone else is in bed with him.
Specifically, Pavel Chekov is in bed with him, sleeping like he may have been drugged. He must've kicked away the sheets sometime during the night because there's only a small portion of them that are covering his ass as he sleeps, sprawled out like a starfish on his stomach. Sulu resists the urge to run his hand over the expanse of his back and instead curls back up under the sheets, hoping he's just dreaming.
Dream-Pavel always wakes up like he's been teleported straight out of a porno, and always leaves Dreaming-Sulu very satisfied. But no, if this were a dream, he wouldn't feel like death warmed over, no matter how dexterous Dream-Pavel's tongue is. But fuck. What happened last night?
Pavel takes that moment to shift slightly, turning his head so that he's facing Sulu, eyes open and clear in the sunlight pouring into the room.
"Good morning Hikaru," he says, his voice hoarse, kind of like they'd been--
"Hey Pavel," Sulu manages to croak out; he clears his throat and yeah, the flush that colors Pavel's face tells him that Pavel, at least, remembers what exactly went down last night.
Then, in a flash that kind of leaves him feeling nauseous, he remembers something.
"So how'd you like your birthday party last night?"
Pavel grins.
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