Making Up
Title: Making Up
Pairing: Kirk/Sulu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, nor do I claim to.
Notes: Written for this prompt at the st xi kink meme.
"Kirk/Sulu, rough consensual frantic sex."
Well, Sulu thought, as he was grabbed roughly by his lapels and thrust into the wall, he could call being involved with Jim many things, but boring certainly wasn’t one of them.
Kirk and Sulu had quickly established a friendship built on a mutual love of adrenaline and adventure. Soon their friendship wasn’t just full of jokes and easy camaraderie but lingering glances and excuses to touch each other.
When Sulu had finally called Kirk out on the reason he’d stopped flirting with everything that looked sentient and alluring the kiss hadn’t been the hard rough give and take of lips, tongues, and teeth that each of them had been half expecting. Rather it was a slow meshing of soft lips with a sensual tease of tongue.
Not that that first kiss defined their relationship. Depending on which one of them had almost died or was more bored with paperwork Jim might pause in the midst of an away mission to squeeze his hand, Hikaru might get bent a table in an empty room, Jim might get pushed up against a wall front first, or Hikaru might initiate something that could be called nothing other than cuddling.
But then came a rush of work and away missions they had less time together. Then Jim had come looking for him to spend some time together and had seen him a little too close to that ensign in the botany lab. Then they had shouted words full of anger and heat that didn’t make sense when examined closely. They would make up eventually, it wasn’t that big of a fight, just frustrations coming to head.
They have a diplomatic, Starfleet type party that would normally be fun because, exhibitionist that he was, Kirk would take every chance he could to sneakily grope Sulu. And damn does Kirk look good in formal wear. But they aren’t talking and Kirk is acting frighteningly professional towards him.
There’s a moment on the transporter pad when Kirk looks him up and down appreciatively and grins, but then before a slightly shocked Sulu can return it, the grin falters and he turns away. McCoy gives Sulu a searching look that he shrugs off.
Sulu is standing across the room from Kirk his hand curled around the stem of a wineglass. He’d much prefer to be standing in from of Kirk, his hand curled around his tie. He sees Kirk put on his seductive smile as a pretty young thing walks up to him and Sulu forces himself to take a gulp of the alien alcohol. He nods like he’s paying attention to the man trying to engage his attention in native architecture.
Before pretty boy captains with a taste for danger had become his type he would have had been laying out a plan to get this architecture nerd with the slim build and dark green eyes back to his room.
“Dance with me,” the cute nerd suddenly blurts out.
“Um, sure. Yeah, led the way.” Anything to get Kirk out of his line of sight, to stop Sulu from running up to him and bending him over that table full of dignitaries, their fight be damned.
He follows the other man onto the dance floor. They’ve barely gotten started when Sulu is suddenly yanked back by his collar from a stunned architecture aficionado. “Come with me Lt. Sulu,” is hissed into his ear the words low and dark, and damn if that isn’t hot.
Kirk drags him like that across the ballroom and Sulu tries to look respectfully ashamed. Kirk is finally paying attention to him and Sulu knows his boyfriend well enough to know that this is leading to rough sex.
Kirk practically throws Sulu into the nearest room off the ballroom, it looks like a library but Sulu isn’t focused on that he’s focused on Kirk. He waits for him to say something but Kirk simply strides up to Sulu grabbing him by the front of his suit jacket.
He slams Sulu into the nearest wall. Kirk leans forward; his full lips brush the edges of Sulu’s ear. “Did you suddenly forget that you’re mine?” He claimed Sulu’s lips in a rough kiss.
Sulu wraps his hand around Kirk’s tie yanking Kirk’s head away from him. “Remind me,” he dares him.
There is more warmth in the way Kirk is looking at him now, but when their mouths meet it’s desperate and needy.
Kirk’s leg kicks between his. They use their ties to pull each other closer, scrabbling at clothing, each searching out the spots that make the other come undone as quickly as they can. Kirk is the first to break and moan.
“Fuck, Hikaru.”
Sulu grips into blond hair as his pants are shoved down. Kirk grapples with Sulu’s suit jacket searching for the lube he’d put in there all those months ago. Their limbs keep getting tangled together and the force with which they kiss and push at each walks the thin line between pleasure and pain. Sulu is shamelessly rutting against Kirk and moaning for him, begging for it. Kirk practically drops the lube in his haste.
Suddenly Kirk is a dead weight collapsing them into a tangle of limbs on the floor. “Hands and knees,” Kirk commands his voice rough.
Sulu does elbows and knees facing the wall. “Hurry it up Kirk,” he pants out.
Then slick fingers are in him making him beg for the real thing. But they’re gone almost too fast, he’s barely prepped before Kirk’s pushing into him too fast, too rough. He’s slamming into him and Sulu’s pushing back. Sulu is bumping against the wall and Kirk is mouthing bruises into his back.
The room is filled with their moans and pants.
“Fuck, Jim,” Sulu moans as Kirk reaches around to jerk him off short and fast.
Soon they’re both shuddering and coming. They straighten up and help each other dress. Jim gives Sulu a huge grin, “God you look like sex. Now everyone is going to know that you’re mine.”
“I look like sex? Ever see a mirror Captain? You look like sex every day.”
Jim just smiles and smooths his incredibly rumpled shirt, and opens the door for them.
They are back out with society again. Hikaru wonders who heard the thuds and moans.
Then Jim puts those tempting lips next his ear again. “Damn, now all I’ll be able to think about for the rest for the evening is my cum dripping out of your hot ass.”
Hikaru just nods and tries to look professional when Admiral Pike who is standing rather close to them shoots them a look
Pairing: Kirk/Sulu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, nor do I claim to.
Notes: Written for this prompt at the st xi kink meme.
"Kirk/Sulu, rough consensual frantic sex."
Well, Sulu thought, as he was grabbed roughly by his lapels and thrust into the wall, he could call being involved with Jim many things, but boring certainly wasn’t one of them.
Kirk and Sulu had quickly established a friendship built on a mutual love of adrenaline and adventure. Soon their friendship wasn’t just full of jokes and easy camaraderie but lingering glances and excuses to touch each other.
When Sulu had finally called Kirk out on the reason he’d stopped flirting with everything that looked sentient and alluring the kiss hadn’t been the hard rough give and take of lips, tongues, and teeth that each of them had been half expecting. Rather it was a slow meshing of soft lips with a sensual tease of tongue.
Not that that first kiss defined their relationship. Depending on which one of them had almost died or was more bored with paperwork Jim might pause in the midst of an away mission to squeeze his hand, Hikaru might get bent a table in an empty room, Jim might get pushed up against a wall front first, or Hikaru might initiate something that could be called nothing other than cuddling.
But then came a rush of work and away missions they had less time together. Then Jim had come looking for him to spend some time together and had seen him a little too close to that ensign in the botany lab. Then they had shouted words full of anger and heat that didn’t make sense when examined closely. They would make up eventually, it wasn’t that big of a fight, just frustrations coming to head.
They have a diplomatic, Starfleet type party that would normally be fun because, exhibitionist that he was, Kirk would take every chance he could to sneakily grope Sulu. And damn does Kirk look good in formal wear. But they aren’t talking and Kirk is acting frighteningly professional towards him.
There’s a moment on the transporter pad when Kirk looks him up and down appreciatively and grins, but then before a slightly shocked Sulu can return it, the grin falters and he turns away. McCoy gives Sulu a searching look that he shrugs off.
Sulu is standing across the room from Kirk his hand curled around the stem of a wineglass. He’d much prefer to be standing in from of Kirk, his hand curled around his tie. He sees Kirk put on his seductive smile as a pretty young thing walks up to him and Sulu forces himself to take a gulp of the alien alcohol. He nods like he’s paying attention to the man trying to engage his attention in native architecture.
Before pretty boy captains with a taste for danger had become his type he would have had been laying out a plan to get this architecture nerd with the slim build and dark green eyes back to his room.
“Dance with me,” the cute nerd suddenly blurts out.
“Um, sure. Yeah, led the way.” Anything to get Kirk out of his line of sight, to stop Sulu from running up to him and bending him over that table full of dignitaries, their fight be damned.
He follows the other man onto the dance floor. They’ve barely gotten started when Sulu is suddenly yanked back by his collar from a stunned architecture aficionado. “Come with me Lt. Sulu,” is hissed into his ear the words low and dark, and damn if that isn’t hot.
Kirk drags him like that across the ballroom and Sulu tries to look respectfully ashamed. Kirk is finally paying attention to him and Sulu knows his boyfriend well enough to know that this is leading to rough sex.
Kirk practically throws Sulu into the nearest room off the ballroom, it looks like a library but Sulu isn’t focused on that he’s focused on Kirk. He waits for him to say something but Kirk simply strides up to Sulu grabbing him by the front of his suit jacket.
He slams Sulu into the nearest wall. Kirk leans forward; his full lips brush the edges of Sulu’s ear. “Did you suddenly forget that you’re mine?” He claimed Sulu’s lips in a rough kiss.
Sulu wraps his hand around Kirk’s tie yanking Kirk’s head away from him. “Remind me,” he dares him.
There is more warmth in the way Kirk is looking at him now, but when their mouths meet it’s desperate and needy.
Kirk’s leg kicks between his. They use their ties to pull each other closer, scrabbling at clothing, each searching out the spots that make the other come undone as quickly as they can. Kirk is the first to break and moan.
“Fuck, Hikaru.”
Sulu grips into blond hair as his pants are shoved down. Kirk grapples with Sulu’s suit jacket searching for the lube he’d put in there all those months ago. Their limbs keep getting tangled together and the force with which they kiss and push at each walks the thin line between pleasure and pain. Sulu is shamelessly rutting against Kirk and moaning for him, begging for it. Kirk practically drops the lube in his haste.
Suddenly Kirk is a dead weight collapsing them into a tangle of limbs on the floor. “Hands and knees,” Kirk commands his voice rough.
Sulu does elbows and knees facing the wall. “Hurry it up Kirk,” he pants out.
Then slick fingers are in him making him beg for the real thing. But they’re gone almost too fast, he’s barely prepped before Kirk’s pushing into him too fast, too rough. He’s slamming into him and Sulu’s pushing back. Sulu is bumping against the wall and Kirk is mouthing bruises into his back.
The room is filled with their moans and pants.
“Fuck, Jim,” Sulu moans as Kirk reaches around to jerk him off short and fast.
Soon they’re both shuddering and coming. They straighten up and help each other dress. Jim gives Sulu a huge grin, “God you look like sex. Now everyone is going to know that you’re mine.”
“I look like sex? Ever see a mirror Captain? You look like sex every day.”
Jim just smiles and smooths his incredibly rumpled shirt, and opens the door for them.
They are back out with society again. Hikaru wonders who heard the thuds and moans.
Then Jim puts those tempting lips next his ear again. “Damn, now all I’ll be able to think about for the rest for the evening is my cum dripping out of your hot ass.”
Hikaru just nods and tries to look professional when Admiral Pike who is standing rather close to them shoots them a look