SHIP WARS: TEAM CHULU: PROMPT 1 ENTRY
Title: Some Enchanted Evening
Ship: Chulu
Author: hollycomb
Beta: longleggedgit
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-graphic sex.
Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of CBS Studios and we, the fans, are only having fun with the characters and universe without any tangible recompense.
"Oh, Pavel, look at your hair!"
"Hikaru, shh!"
"I was trying so hard not to laugh when you showed up with that hair, I had to chew my tongue."
"Shhh!" Pavel hisses. He swats Hikaru's arm, thinking of the fragility of the space-time continuum and offended on behalf of his seventeen-year-old hair. So the gel was a bad choice; he can see that now. He was only trying to look dapper for Hikaru, and it's not fair of Hikaru to make fun. Pavel wishes that Hikaru had made some similar poor styling choice on the night of their first date, but he looks perfect, just the way Pavel remembers.
"They're not going to hear us," Hikaru says. "They're three tables over, and look at them -- at us. We're so fucking lost in each other we wouldn't notice if a bomb went off in the kitchen."
Pavel smiles. His younger self is leaning toward Hikaru with his elbows on the table, talking nonstop, gesturing nervously with his hands. Hikaru looks almost groggy with adoration, his eyes glazed as if he isn't hearing a word that Pavel is saying. When the Puntu people offered Hikaru and Pavel a glimpse of their past in exchange for negotiating peace with the Olu tribe, Hikaru and Pavel laughed and nodded politely, inching toward their shuttle. Neither of them really understands the Puntu language very well, and they were certainly not made aware of the Puntus' possession of time travel technology, if that's even what this is. Pavel prefers to think that it's just a very powerful shared hallucination, though he isn't sure how the Puntus could have so accurately recreated the smell of garlic bread and the jeweled glow of the romantic lighting at the little Italian restaurant where Pavel and Hikaru had their first date forty-two years ago.
"Do you think this place still exists?" Hikaru asks. The restaurant was part of a cheesy space station avenue that featured fake streetlamps and a synthetic night sky that glowed down over visiting Starfleet personnel. Pavel hadn't been off ship for four months when the Enterprise docked at the space station, and he was so excited about the fake trees, the street musicians, and Hikaru walking beside him, wearing street clothes and bumping his shoulder against Pavel's, blushing.
"We should go back sometime and see if it's still there," Pavel says, swallowing a weepy feeling that is building in his chest. He can't stop staring at their younger selves, and wishes they could risk sitting closer, because he doesn't remember exactly what they talked about, only that his heart was pounding, and that after they ordered dessert Hikaru reached across the table and put his hand on top of Pavel's.
"Are you crying?" Hikaru asks, and Pavel glares at him.
"No! Not crying. Just wistful."
"Aww, Pavel." Hikaru reaches over and takes Pavel's hand, and Pavel shifts his gaze from blushing young Hikaru to the Hikaru who is nearing retirement, his dark hair streaked with gray and his eyes wrinkling heavily at the corners when he smiles at Pavel.
"How did they know to bring us back here, I wonder?" Pavel says.
"They probably just picked the time when you and I were both happiest, or something like that."
"Ha! So your happiest time was not three days later when you had me in your bed?"
"That was a pretty happy fucking time," Hikaru says, smirking. Pavel rolls his eyes, flushing a little. Pavel had been a virgin and was afraid to tell Hikaru so. He lied and said he'd had sex once at the Academy. Hikaru kept saying things to him, God, you're shaking so hard and Fuck, you're tight, until Pavel finally burst into tears and admitted that Hikaru was his first, and Hikaru whimpered like this was the best news he'd ever heard, and, oh.
"It's too bad they couldn't put us back into our old bodies," Pavel says.
"I'd feel like a pervert," Hikaru says, laughing and rubbing his thumb over the back of Pavel's hand. "I did even back then, a little. You were so, so -- cute, and when you cried in bed that first time, holy shit."
Pavel wets his lips with his tongue, squeezing Hikaru's hand as he remembers. Hikaru had asked if Pavel wanted to stop, and Pavel had clung to him, begging him to keep going, to stay inside him.
"You were my first everything," Pavel says, looking back to their younger selves, who are ordering now. Pavel had ravioli. Hikaru had lasagna. They've been known to recreate this meal on anniversaries.
"You don't know how happy that made me," Hikaru says. "I was so greedy for you back then. You remember. No one else could look at you, stand too close to you." He laughs. "I don't know how you put up with it."
"Me either," Pavel says. He'd loved it, of course. Hikaru wanted him so much that sometimes it frightened him, and Pavel would get so aroused by Hikaru's possessiveness, by the way he whispered You're mine in Pavel's ear when he was inside him, close to coming. Pavel smiles and flushes harder, thinking of it now. Hikaru has mellowed as he's gotten older, but he still doesn't like Kirk's tradition of jokingly "fixing" Pavel's curls before the annual bridge crew photograph.
"How are they doing back there?" Hikaru asks, glancing over his shoulder. "God, look at me. I look like I'm ready to jump over the table and tackle you. Yeah, drink some more wine, Hikaru, and keep pretending you've read Dostoevsky."
Pavel laughs. "I knew you were lying about that."
"Thank you for loving me anyway."
"You're welcome," Pavel says, letting a few tears gather in his eyes as he kisses Hikaru's hand. The waiter arrives, and they order the same things they ordered forty-two years ago. Pavel feels like he did then: weightless with happiness, ready to be tackled.
Ship: Chulu
Author: hollycomb
Beta: longleggedgit
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-graphic sex.
Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of CBS Studios and we, the fans, are only having fun with the characters and universe without any tangible recompense.
"Oh, Pavel, look at your hair!"
"Hikaru, shh!"
"I was trying so hard not to laugh when you showed up with that hair, I had to chew my tongue."
"Shhh!" Pavel hisses. He swats Hikaru's arm, thinking of the fragility of the space-time continuum and offended on behalf of his seventeen-year-old hair. So the gel was a bad choice; he can see that now. He was only trying to look dapper for Hikaru, and it's not fair of Hikaru to make fun. Pavel wishes that Hikaru had made some similar poor styling choice on the night of their first date, but he looks perfect, just the way Pavel remembers.
"They're not going to hear us," Hikaru says. "They're three tables over, and look at them -- at us. We're so fucking lost in each other we wouldn't notice if a bomb went off in the kitchen."
Pavel smiles. His younger self is leaning toward Hikaru with his elbows on the table, talking nonstop, gesturing nervously with his hands. Hikaru looks almost groggy with adoration, his eyes glazed as if he isn't hearing a word that Pavel is saying. When the Puntu people offered Hikaru and Pavel a glimpse of their past in exchange for negotiating peace with the Olu tribe, Hikaru and Pavel laughed and nodded politely, inching toward their shuttle. Neither of them really understands the Puntu language very well, and they were certainly not made aware of the Puntus' possession of time travel technology, if that's even what this is. Pavel prefers to think that it's just a very powerful shared hallucination, though he isn't sure how the Puntus could have so accurately recreated the smell of garlic bread and the jeweled glow of the romantic lighting at the little Italian restaurant where Pavel and Hikaru had their first date forty-two years ago.
"Do you think this place still exists?" Hikaru asks. The restaurant was part of a cheesy space station avenue that featured fake streetlamps and a synthetic night sky that glowed down over visiting Starfleet personnel. Pavel hadn't been off ship for four months when the Enterprise docked at the space station, and he was so excited about the fake trees, the street musicians, and Hikaru walking beside him, wearing street clothes and bumping his shoulder against Pavel's, blushing.
"We should go back sometime and see if it's still there," Pavel says, swallowing a weepy feeling that is building in his chest. He can't stop staring at their younger selves, and wishes they could risk sitting closer, because he doesn't remember exactly what they talked about, only that his heart was pounding, and that after they ordered dessert Hikaru reached across the table and put his hand on top of Pavel's.
"Are you crying?" Hikaru asks, and Pavel glares at him.
"No! Not crying. Just wistful."
"Aww, Pavel." Hikaru reaches over and takes Pavel's hand, and Pavel shifts his gaze from blushing young Hikaru to the Hikaru who is nearing retirement, his dark hair streaked with gray and his eyes wrinkling heavily at the corners when he smiles at Pavel.
"How did they know to bring us back here, I wonder?" Pavel says.
"They probably just picked the time when you and I were both happiest, or something like that."
"Ha! So your happiest time was not three days later when you had me in your bed?"
"That was a pretty happy fucking time," Hikaru says, smirking. Pavel rolls his eyes, flushing a little. Pavel had been a virgin and was afraid to tell Hikaru so. He lied and said he'd had sex once at the Academy. Hikaru kept saying things to him, God, you're shaking so hard and Fuck, you're tight, until Pavel finally burst into tears and admitted that Hikaru was his first, and Hikaru whimpered like this was the best news he'd ever heard, and, oh.
"It's too bad they couldn't put us back into our old bodies," Pavel says.
"I'd feel like a pervert," Hikaru says, laughing and rubbing his thumb over the back of Pavel's hand. "I did even back then, a little. You were so, so -- cute, and when you cried in bed that first time, holy shit."
Pavel wets his lips with his tongue, squeezing Hikaru's hand as he remembers. Hikaru had asked if Pavel wanted to stop, and Pavel had clung to him, begging him to keep going, to stay inside him.
"You were my first everything," Pavel says, looking back to their younger selves, who are ordering now. Pavel had ravioli. Hikaru had lasagna. They've been known to recreate this meal on anniversaries.
"You don't know how happy that made me," Hikaru says. "I was so greedy for you back then. You remember. No one else could look at you, stand too close to you." He laughs. "I don't know how you put up with it."
"Me either," Pavel says. He'd loved it, of course. Hikaru wanted him so much that sometimes it frightened him, and Pavel would get so aroused by Hikaru's possessiveness, by the way he whispered You're mine in Pavel's ear when he was inside him, close to coming. Pavel smiles and flushes harder, thinking of it now. Hikaru has mellowed as he's gotten older, but he still doesn't like Kirk's tradition of jokingly "fixing" Pavel's curls before the annual bridge crew photograph.
"How are they doing back there?" Hikaru asks, glancing over his shoulder. "God, look at me. I look like I'm ready to jump over the table and tackle you. Yeah, drink some more wine, Hikaru, and keep pretending you've read Dostoevsky."
Pavel laughs. "I knew you were lying about that."
"Thank you for loving me anyway."
"You're welcome," Pavel says, letting a few tears gather in his eyes as he kisses Hikaru's hand. The waiter arrives, and they order the same things they ordered forty-two years ago. Pavel feels like he did then: weightless with happiness, ready to be tackled.