Figure drawing
Title: Figure drawing
Author: teethe
Rating: PG13/R
Pairings: Chekov/Sulu
Word Count: 1000+
Summary:For the kink meme prompt asking for Chekov taking an art class with nude model Sulu.
Pavel's eyes darted from his paper to the body in front of him. Sitting upon the small stage in the center of the class room was the model. If it could even be called sitting, he was luxuriating on top of the pillows placed there for his comfort.
He stared into the muscular curve of that back, tracing the strong lines of the model's body with his eyes; trying to duplicate it on the sheet of paper in front of him. The lines he drew were unsure, hesitating- unable to match what he was seeing.
The drawing class was extracurricular, and to be honest he still wasn't sure what had inspired him to take it.
Art didn't come to him easily the way math or physics did. The way most things did. Maybe that was what drew him to it. He didn't race ahead of the class the way he usually would, making real progress was slow.
He found his gaze wandering down the man's form, taking in the sleek dark hair, the slim body. The way he was sitting gave Pavel clear view of his ass. Suddenly he was thankful the man was looking the other way as he blushed.
He realized he should probably get something on his paper, his hand had stopped, his mind clearly in favor of appreciating the view and not doing much else.
As soon as the professor had introduced the model to the class, Pavel had known to worry. A friend had warned him about the old, lumpy figure models who tended to volunteer for the class, but no one had told him to prepare for this.
“Hikaru Sulu,” the professor had announced his name before stepping aside. Pavel couldn't help but repeat it - quietly, not letting anyone hear. Hikaru. He liked the way the name felt coming from his lips.
He'd been standing beside the prof in some sort of white bath robe. He seemed to have sensed Pavel's unease from across the room, shooting him a bright grin. Pavel had been unable to stop himself from smiling back, perhaps a little too much.
Then, after the students had taken their places, set up at easels circling around him, he'd slipped out of the robe.
It wasn't fair, Pavel thought, biting his lip as he stared a hole into the back of his neck. Flaunting a body like that. His concentration was shot already, and then Hikaru changed poses.
They were facing one another now, and Pavel was suddenly thankful he had an easel to hide behind. The way the other man was reclining, resting his weight on his elbows, legs slightly parted seemed too blatantly sexual. He quickly glanced around to check for scandalized or leering faces.
Everyone else seemed focused on their work, totally unperturbed. Pavel tried not to let his gaze wander back to where it predictably did. He held a pencil in front of him, trying to pretend that he wasn't crotch staring.
He wondered how Hikaru kept from getting hard, laying there naked with so many eyes watching him so intently. Even thinking about it made his own dick twitch with interest, but the man in the center of the room didn't seem to share that problem.
Even soft, Pavel could tell it was a good sized dick nestled between those thighs.
Then he noticed that the model's was looking back at him, good-natured grin still on those lips. He raised an eyebrow at Pavel, apparently not unaware of certain staring.
He let his face go blank, trying not to look like the pervert who couldn't keep his thoughts clean in the classroom.
Determined now, he set to drawing; doing his best to ignore the attractive face and chest and especially the lower areas he was no longer permitting himself to look at.
When a break was called and the model finally put the robe back on, Pavel sighed, not sure how he was going to make it through the rest of the class.
How was he the only one having this problem? He wasn't generally pron to getting turned on quite so easily. It was embarrassing how close he was to excusing himself to the washroom to jerk off. Maybe then he could concentrate.
He'd been too busy debating the pros and cons of doing so, that he hadn't heard Hikaru approach. “I like how you drew me,” he said, pointing at the paper in front of them. “Pretty sure I'm not quite as pretty as this depiction.”
Pavel looked at his drawing, then back to Hikaru. “No, it looks correct to me.”
Hikaru laughed, running a hand through his hair with the air of someone who wasn't too used to flattery. “Well, you're the artist here, not me. Guess I'm going to have to take your word for it... what was your name again.”
Pavel hadn't given his name, and he wondered if this was a polite way of reminding him. “Pavel Chekov,” he said, feeling suddenly awkward.
“I don't usually, uh, meet people this way. With me getting naked before even learning their names,” Hikaru stopped, wrinkling his brow. “And that wasn't supposed to come out as some sort of cheap pick up line, I swear.”
“That's good,” Pavel couldn't help but smile. “It would have been an awful pick up line. If it were one.”
“You wound me,” Hikaru placed a hand to his heart in an overly dramatic gesture. “I also am not generally a nude model. In case you're wondering.”
“Really?”
“Really. I could give you the long story, but it looks like I'm supposed to be getting back in position.”
“How about after class,” Pavel ventured, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. “Tell me your story after class. I would like to hear, if you're free.”
“Yeah,” Hikaru's expression brightened. “Maybe there could be some coffee involved too?”
“Perfect,” he smiled, lowering politely his eyes as Hikaru Sulu removed his robe again. And politely Hikaru pretended not to notice the way Pavel covertly gazed up at him through those too thick eyelashes.
Author: teethe
Rating: PG13/R
Pairings: Chekov/Sulu
Word Count: 1000+
Summary:For the kink meme prompt asking for Chekov taking an art class with nude model Sulu.
Pavel's eyes darted from his paper to the body in front of him. Sitting upon the small stage in the center of the class room was the model. If it could even be called sitting, he was luxuriating on top of the pillows placed there for his comfort.
He stared into the muscular curve of that back, tracing the strong lines of the model's body with his eyes; trying to duplicate it on the sheet of paper in front of him. The lines he drew were unsure, hesitating- unable to match what he was seeing.
The drawing class was extracurricular, and to be honest he still wasn't sure what had inspired him to take it.
Art didn't come to him easily the way math or physics did. The way most things did. Maybe that was what drew him to it. He didn't race ahead of the class the way he usually would, making real progress was slow.
He found his gaze wandering down the man's form, taking in the sleek dark hair, the slim body. The way he was sitting gave Pavel clear view of his ass. Suddenly he was thankful the man was looking the other way as he blushed.
He realized he should probably get something on his paper, his hand had stopped, his mind clearly in favor of appreciating the view and not doing much else.
As soon as the professor had introduced the model to the class, Pavel had known to worry. A friend had warned him about the old, lumpy figure models who tended to volunteer for the class, but no one had told him to prepare for this.
“Hikaru Sulu,” the professor had announced his name before stepping aside. Pavel couldn't help but repeat it - quietly, not letting anyone hear. Hikaru. He liked the way the name felt coming from his lips.
He'd been standing beside the prof in some sort of white bath robe. He seemed to have sensed Pavel's unease from across the room, shooting him a bright grin. Pavel had been unable to stop himself from smiling back, perhaps a little too much.
Then, after the students had taken their places, set up at easels circling around him, he'd slipped out of the robe.
It wasn't fair, Pavel thought, biting his lip as he stared a hole into the back of his neck. Flaunting a body like that. His concentration was shot already, and then Hikaru changed poses.
They were facing one another now, and Pavel was suddenly thankful he had an easel to hide behind. The way the other man was reclining, resting his weight on his elbows, legs slightly parted seemed too blatantly sexual. He quickly glanced around to check for scandalized or leering faces.
Everyone else seemed focused on their work, totally unperturbed. Pavel tried not to let his gaze wander back to where it predictably did. He held a pencil in front of him, trying to pretend that he wasn't crotch staring.
He wondered how Hikaru kept from getting hard, laying there naked with so many eyes watching him so intently. Even thinking about it made his own dick twitch with interest, but the man in the center of the room didn't seem to share that problem.
Even soft, Pavel could tell it was a good sized dick nestled between those thighs.
Then he noticed that the model's was looking back at him, good-natured grin still on those lips. He raised an eyebrow at Pavel, apparently not unaware of certain staring.
He let his face go blank, trying not to look like the pervert who couldn't keep his thoughts clean in the classroom.
Determined now, he set to drawing; doing his best to ignore the attractive face and chest and especially the lower areas he was no longer permitting himself to look at.
When a break was called and the model finally put the robe back on, Pavel sighed, not sure how he was going to make it through the rest of the class.
How was he the only one having this problem? He wasn't generally pron to getting turned on quite so easily. It was embarrassing how close he was to excusing himself to the washroom to jerk off. Maybe then he could concentrate.
He'd been too busy debating the pros and cons of doing so, that he hadn't heard Hikaru approach. “I like how you drew me,” he said, pointing at the paper in front of them. “Pretty sure I'm not quite as pretty as this depiction.”
Pavel looked at his drawing, then back to Hikaru. “No, it looks correct to me.”
Hikaru laughed, running a hand through his hair with the air of someone who wasn't too used to flattery. “Well, you're the artist here, not me. Guess I'm going to have to take your word for it... what was your name again.”
Pavel hadn't given his name, and he wondered if this was a polite way of reminding him. “Pavel Chekov,” he said, feeling suddenly awkward.
“I don't usually, uh, meet people this way. With me getting naked before even learning their names,” Hikaru stopped, wrinkling his brow. “And that wasn't supposed to come out as some sort of cheap pick up line, I swear.”
“That's good,” Pavel couldn't help but smile. “It would have been an awful pick up line. If it were one.”
“You wound me,” Hikaru placed a hand to his heart in an overly dramatic gesture. “I also am not generally a nude model. In case you're wondering.”
“Really?”
“Really. I could give you the long story, but it looks like I'm supposed to be getting back in position.”
“How about after class,” Pavel ventured, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. “Tell me your story after class. I would like to hear, if you're free.”
“Yeah,” Hikaru's expression brightened. “Maybe there could be some coffee involved too?”
“Perfect,” he smiled, lowering politely his eyes as Hikaru Sulu removed his robe again. And politely Hikaru pretended not to notice the way Pavel covertly gazed up at him through those too thick eyelashes.