Sulu/Chekov art & fic
Title: Emergency Care
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2600
Summary: Chekov hurts his ankle while he and Sulu are trekking through an alien jungle. Being carried on Sulu's back has some unexpected physical consequences.
The scream Chekov lets out when he falls is loud enough to frighten an entire colony of alien birds that he and Sulu haven't yet identified from a nearby tree. They go shrieking into the sky with alarm as Sulu drops to a knee beside Chekov to find out what's happened. Chekov isn't even sure what's happened himself; he stepped onto a knotted tree root awkwardly and suddenly there was a piercing pain in his left ankle, bringing him to the ground.
"Did the bone snap?" Sulu asks, pushing back the cuff of Chekov's pant leg to very carefully touch his already swelling ankle.
"I don't know," Chekov says, gritting his teeth and trying to put on a brave face for Sulu, though the pain is so bad that he's afraid he'll throw up. "I just twisted it, I think -- ow! Be careful! Sir," he adds cautiously, glancing up at Sulu. They've become friends, but Sulu is still Chekov's superior, and this is their first mission off ship together. Chekov was hoping to impress Sulu, who has quite an impressive track record for off ship missions himself, and he wishes he'd at least earned this injury doing something dangerous and important. He's humiliated, downed by a tree root.
"You're as white as a ghost," Sulu says, touching the back of his hand to Chekov's cheek. Chekov flinches nervously; he's had a bothersome little crush on Sulu since the Nero incident, when Sulu came back with bruises on his cheeks and a katana stained with blood.
"Let's see if you can walk," Sulu says, helping Chekov to stand. Chekov shouts in pain as soon as he tries to put pressure on his ankle, the white hot rush of it nearly making him lose consciousness. Sulu steadies him and helps him to sit on a flat section of the giant tree's root.
"Alright," Sulu says with a sigh. "We're going to have to get back to that area Scotty cleared for transport, it's too dangerous to try it here, the atmospheric readings I'm getting under these trees are all over the place. It's about three miles that way -- here." He pulls a hypospray from his pack and gently pushes it against Chekov's neck. "Ready?" he asks.
"What is it?" Chekov asks, going tense at the thought of being punctured.
"What do you think it is, Pavel? A painkiller."
"Oh. Thank you -- ow!"
"Sorry," Sulu says, smirking a little as he puts the empty hypospray back into his pack. "Maybe I should have counted down like they do for little kids at the doctor's office."
Embarrassed, Chekov can barely bite back a fuck you that would probably earn him a few demerits. He's still not quite sure what kind of attitude he should put on for Sulu. Sometimes they joke like old friends, but the one time Chekov called him Hikaru it seemed to make Sulu quite uncomfortable, even though they were off duty.
"I guess I'm going to have to carry you on my back," Sulu says with a sigh, shifting his pack so that it's strapped across his chest.
"What?" Chekov says, his cheeks burning brighter with humiliation. "Can't I just --"
"This terrain is too rocky for you to limp along over it. Hell, you had a hard enough time with it when both of your ankles were intact."
Chekov stares down at the ground, the color fading from the trees and flowers of the jungle around him. He'd been so excited to finally be allowed off ship, and Sulu is right to tease him. He wasn't being careful enough.
"Hey," Sulu says, kneeling to peer up into Chekov's face. He puts his hand on Chekov's knee, rubbing it as if Chekov is a child who needs soothing. "I'm sorry you're hurt, it sucks. I'd been looking forward to having you with me on a mission."
"It doesn't matter," Chekov mumbles. "Let's just go."
Sulu turns around and offers Chekov his back. Chekov wraps his arms around Sulu's shoulders and Sulu pulls Chekov's legs around his waist. Chekov's face is truly blazing now, and when Sulu grunts as he stands up Chekov's embarrassment increases by miles, because that in combination with the rough contact of Sulu's body between his legs as he hoists Chekov up is enough to make his cock flush with interest.
"You're heavier than you look," Sulu says with a huff as he takes his first steps.
"Sorry," Chekov says, mumbling.
"It's not your fault," Sulu says, and Chekov clings a little tighter. It's not a good idea, however, because it feels really good to squeeze his legs around Sulu's body, and even better with every step Sulu takes, Chekov bouncing against him slightly. Chekov chews his lip and tries to think unsexy thoughts, but he can't stop his cock from growing harder and harder as it rubs against Sulu's back. Sulu's body is warm and damp between Chekov's spread thighs, and man does he need to start thinking about something else. He tries to run over star charts in his head, but he's distracted by the smell of Sulu's hair, which is brushing against his nose. There's something even better beneath it, the smell of Sulu's sweat, clean and spicy, and he's working so hard as he carries Chekov, grunting a little under his breath with every step. Chekov lets out a choppy sigh as he loses the battle with his growing erection. He's fully hard now, a rush of shameful pleasure pulsing through him with every step Sulu takes.
Chekov waits for Sulu to notice the new hardness at his back and drop Chekov to the jungle floor with disgust, but he must be too preoccupied with the burden of Chekov's weight, because he says nothing, just keeps trundling along, his breath getting faster and louder and affecting Chekov more and more. Chekov actually has to swallow a moan, and soon his problem is no longer the shame of having become erect in this situation but the agony of his hardness as Sulu carries him through the seemingly endless jungle. The subtle rubbing against Sulu's back is enough to make his cock feel as if it will never stop getting bigger and bigger, so full it aches, but he can't get off like this - and he doesn't want to, of course, it's humiliating enough just to be hard. But he does feel like he might die if he doesn't get to come soon, the friction against his cock teasing him to the brink of insanity and Sulu's harsh breath and labored grunts like little tongue flicks against the wet tip.
"I need to take a break," Sulu says after they've been walking for what feels like years to Chekov. Sulu walks up to a giant tree and swings Chekov around so that he's pinned between the trunk and Sulu, his weight resting on the tree while Sulu catches his breath. Chekov yelps a little as the full weight of Sulu presses back onto his aching cock, and that's when Sulu's breath suddenly stops.
"Pavel," he says, panting the name out. "Are -- you -- okay?"
"Yes," Chekov says meekly, fighting the urge to brace himself on the tree and squirm against Sulu's back until he comes.
"Are you -- hard?" Sulu asks.
"It's not my fault! It is that pain killer you gave me, a side effect!"
"I've never heard of a pain killer hypospray giving someone an erection," Sulu says. He still hasn't moved, Chekov's desperately aroused cock trapped between them, throbbing now. He's overheated in every sense of the word, breathing hard against Sulu's neck.
"Pavel," Sulu says, his voice light and apologetic. "Do you -- is this -- have you got feelings for me or something?"
"No," Pavel says, but his voice is weak enough to give away the lie. He kisses Sulu behind his ear, very softly, and waits to be rejected. Sulu says nothing, just keeps huffing out heavy breaths, even the smallest movement of his body between Chekov's legs making Chekov dizzy with teasing pleasure.
"Want me to put you down?" Sulu finally says.
"Okay," Chekov says, not sure what's happening. Sulu sets him down carefully at the base of the tree, holding Chekov's left leg up so that his ankle doesn't touch the ground. When Sulu turns and very gently rests Chekov's ankle on a patch of moss Chekov's heart swells up to twice the size of his body. Suddenly it's so clear, even in the way that Sulu hands him the canteen before drinking any water himself. Sulu has feelings for him, too.
"Thank you," Chekov says as he takes the canteen, holding Sulu's gaze. Sulu looks nervous. Chekov is still embarrassingly hard, and they're both pretending to ignore the tent in his pants.
"I thought something terrible had happened to you," Sulu says. "When you fell."
"I screamed too loud, it's embarrassing, it doesn't even hurt that badly."
"Yeah, 'cause I gave you a hypospray -- Jesus, Pavel, your cock, it's, like --"
"I know, I'm sorry! It was all the rubbing!"
"Rubbing?"
"From your back, I --"
"Oh." Sulu is sitting between Chekov's legs, which he's inadvertently spread to accommodate his throbbing cock. They both stare down at Chekov's erection for a moment, then look up at each other, and Chekov isn't sure if he should laugh hysterically or sob. He can barely think straight, even the weight of this planet's humid air beginning to turn him on.
"Jesus, should I suck you off so we can have a real conversation about this, without that thing staring at me?" Sulu blurts.
"Don't call it 'that thing!'"
"Oh, Christ, I'm sorry, I'm sure it's wonderful."
Chekov snorts with laughter. "There's only one way to find out, Hikaru."
"Oh, God." Sulu shuts his eyes and presses his lips together. "You don't know how bad I've wanted you to call me that."
"You have?"
"Yeah -- the first time you did, I don't know, it kind of stunned me. Something about the way you said it. It was so -- it made me feel naked. Or something."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I liked feeling that way -- with you."
"Hikaru, come here."
At this, Sulu, killer of Romulans and stoic superior officer, actually whimpers, falling onto Chekov as if Chekov has pulled him by strings. Chekov wraps Sulu into his arms, the heady haze of the painkiller and the sharp heat of his arousal buzzing in his ears as he kisses Sulu hard, pressed against the moss at the base of the tree. His hips twitch involuntarily as he rubs himself against any part of Sulu he can, panting into Sulu's hot mouth. He's dreamed of this, alone in his cabin at night, but all he had the nerve to hope for was frantic sex that would momentarily release some of the nervous tension between them. This is something more already; Sulu is so completely broken as he hovers above Chekov, kissing his sweaty face. Chekov pets him, wanting this fizzy, floating feeling to last forever, but also hoping Sulu will hold up that promise about sucking him off.
He does, and Chekov has never come so hard in his life, pumping what feels like a searing river of come down Sulu's throat. He holds onto Sulu's ears as Sulu swallows it down, and Chekov chokes on a little sob that gets buried beneath his moans, because he never realized it until this moment, but he loves Sulu's ears.
"Fuck me now, please please," Chekov says when Sulu crawls up to kiss him again. Sulu pulls back to blink at him in confusion and his hesitation only lasts as long as it takes for Chekov to reach between Sulu's legs and rub his hard cock through his pants. Sulu makes a ridiculous noise, something like gnuhhh, and Chekov holds back his laughter as he unbuckles Sulu's belt. There's first aid ointment of some sort in Sulu's bag for lube, and Chekov goes wild for Sulu's fingers and then catatonic with pleasure for his cock. He feels like he's having a fever dream as Sulu fucks him, overstimulated to the point of disorientation, and even when his ankle tweaks a bit despite Sulu's efforts to keep it still, the little hiss of pain through his blood only adds to the experience. Chekov comes all over himself and Sulu is quick to follow, groaning at the sight of Chekov's spurting cock.
"Holy shit," Sulu moans when he's collapsed onto Chekov, his lips moving over Chekov's collarbone. They're both sticky and sweaty; the moss Chekov is lying on feels dry in comparison.
"When I get back to the Enterprise I'm going to have such a long, long shower," Chekov says dreamily, staring up at the small piece of sky visible through the jungle canopy.
"You'll have to see McCoy about that ankle first."
"Well, fine. But then a shower. Even a cold one sounds good right now."
"You'll need someone to help you stand."
"Yes, and someone to wash me, you know, since I am cripple."
"Not that I'm volunteering or anything," Sulu says, leaning up to kiss Chekov's neck. "God, your skin," he says, mouthing it as he speaks. "It's like -- cheese."
"Cheese, Hikaru?"
"I mean real cheese, you know, that soft, pale kind that comes in big blocks. I just want to like, bite it."
Chekov laughs, feeling delirious. He imagines that Sulu is, too, after using all of his energy to carry Chekov and then fuck him vigorously.
"Well, don't bite me," Chekov says. "At least not right now. Maybe later."
"So should we talk about this?" Sulu asks, sounding dangerously close to sleep with his bare ass exposed to the elements, pants bunched below his knees.
"Talk about what?" Chekov reaches down to touch Sulu's ass tentatively, still a little shy of it, not sure he has permission.
"Um, the fact that we fucked?"
"What is there to say?"
"Well. I want to do it again."
"Right now?"
"No, but, you know, in the future. I like you, Pavel. I kind of, actually, sort of -- pulled strings to make sure you were the one I got partnered with on this mission."
"Partnered," Chekov says, smiling up at the swaying canopy.
"See, that's what I'm asking, I guess." Sulu lifts his head and stares at Chekov with such solemnity that Chekov gives his ass a reassuring squeeze.
"Are we partnered now?" Sulu asks. "I don't mean -- like -- you know -- a big deal or anything -- just -- can I -- or will you -- sorry, I don't usually -- I don't know why I'm even saying any of this --"
"Yes, we're partnered, and it is a big deal," Chekov says, grinning. "If you've leaving it to me to decide."
Sulu gives up on trying to talk about it and just kisses Chekov madly in agreement. He refastens his pants with a groan as Chekov begins to drift off, the moss feeling very comfortable in the moment, and by the time Sulu is helping Chekov onto his back Chekov is already mostly asleep. He sleeps through the rest of the journey back to the transport rendezvous, waking up at intervals to guiltily listen to Sulu's ragged breathing. After the visit with McCoy and the long shower, Chekov will rub Sulu's back until his fingers are aching.
"We need to come back," he hears Sulu gasping into his communicator when they finally reach their destination. "We've had a medical emergency. Pavel is hurt."
Chekov smiles secretly against Sulu's neck, his eyes still shut. They won't be able to keep their new partnership secret for very long: anyone on board who heard that communication will know, by the desperate way that Sulu spoke the last three words, that Sulu loves him.
//
the end.
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2600
Summary: Chekov hurts his ankle while he and Sulu are trekking through an alien jungle. Being carried on Sulu's back has some unexpected physical consequences.
The scream Chekov lets out when he falls is loud enough to frighten an entire colony of alien birds that he and Sulu haven't yet identified from a nearby tree. They go shrieking into the sky with alarm as Sulu drops to a knee beside Chekov to find out what's happened. Chekov isn't even sure what's happened himself; he stepped onto a knotted tree root awkwardly and suddenly there was a piercing pain in his left ankle, bringing him to the ground.
"Did the bone snap?" Sulu asks, pushing back the cuff of Chekov's pant leg to very carefully touch his already swelling ankle.
"I don't know," Chekov says, gritting his teeth and trying to put on a brave face for Sulu, though the pain is so bad that he's afraid he'll throw up. "I just twisted it, I think -- ow! Be careful! Sir," he adds cautiously, glancing up at Sulu. They've become friends, but Sulu is still Chekov's superior, and this is their first mission off ship together. Chekov was hoping to impress Sulu, who has quite an impressive track record for off ship missions himself, and he wishes he'd at least earned this injury doing something dangerous and important. He's humiliated, downed by a tree root.
"You're as white as a ghost," Sulu says, touching the back of his hand to Chekov's cheek. Chekov flinches nervously; he's had a bothersome little crush on Sulu since the Nero incident, when Sulu came back with bruises on his cheeks and a katana stained with blood.
"Let's see if you can walk," Sulu says, helping Chekov to stand. Chekov shouts in pain as soon as he tries to put pressure on his ankle, the white hot rush of it nearly making him lose consciousness. Sulu steadies him and helps him to sit on a flat section of the giant tree's root.
"Alright," Sulu says with a sigh. "We're going to have to get back to that area Scotty cleared for transport, it's too dangerous to try it here, the atmospheric readings I'm getting under these trees are all over the place. It's about three miles that way -- here." He pulls a hypospray from his pack and gently pushes it against Chekov's neck. "Ready?" he asks.
"What is it?" Chekov asks, going tense at the thought of being punctured.
"What do you think it is, Pavel? A painkiller."
"Oh. Thank you -- ow!"
"Sorry," Sulu says, smirking a little as he puts the empty hypospray back into his pack. "Maybe I should have counted down like they do for little kids at the doctor's office."
Embarrassed, Chekov can barely bite back a fuck you that would probably earn him a few demerits. He's still not quite sure what kind of attitude he should put on for Sulu. Sometimes they joke like old friends, but the one time Chekov called him Hikaru it seemed to make Sulu quite uncomfortable, even though they were off duty.
"I guess I'm going to have to carry you on my back," Sulu says with a sigh, shifting his pack so that it's strapped across his chest.
"What?" Chekov says, his cheeks burning brighter with humiliation. "Can't I just --"
"This terrain is too rocky for you to limp along over it. Hell, you had a hard enough time with it when both of your ankles were intact."
Chekov stares down at the ground, the color fading from the trees and flowers of the jungle around him. He'd been so excited to finally be allowed off ship, and Sulu is right to tease him. He wasn't being careful enough.
"Hey," Sulu says, kneeling to peer up into Chekov's face. He puts his hand on Chekov's knee, rubbing it as if Chekov is a child who needs soothing. "I'm sorry you're hurt, it sucks. I'd been looking forward to having you with me on a mission."
"It doesn't matter," Chekov mumbles. "Let's just go."
Sulu turns around and offers Chekov his back. Chekov wraps his arms around Sulu's shoulders and Sulu pulls Chekov's legs around his waist. Chekov's face is truly blazing now, and when Sulu grunts as he stands up Chekov's embarrassment increases by miles, because that in combination with the rough contact of Sulu's body between his legs as he hoists Chekov up is enough to make his cock flush with interest.
"You're heavier than you look," Sulu says with a huff as he takes his first steps.
"Sorry," Chekov says, mumbling.
"It's not your fault," Sulu says, and Chekov clings a little tighter. It's not a good idea, however, because it feels really good to squeeze his legs around Sulu's body, and even better with every step Sulu takes, Chekov bouncing against him slightly. Chekov chews his lip and tries to think unsexy thoughts, but he can't stop his cock from growing harder and harder as it rubs against Sulu's back. Sulu's body is warm and damp between Chekov's spread thighs, and man does he need to start thinking about something else. He tries to run over star charts in his head, but he's distracted by the smell of Sulu's hair, which is brushing against his nose. There's something even better beneath it, the smell of Sulu's sweat, clean and spicy, and he's working so hard as he carries Chekov, grunting a little under his breath with every step. Chekov lets out a choppy sigh as he loses the battle with his growing erection. He's fully hard now, a rush of shameful pleasure pulsing through him with every step Sulu takes.
Chekov waits for Sulu to notice the new hardness at his back and drop Chekov to the jungle floor with disgust, but he must be too preoccupied with the burden of Chekov's weight, because he says nothing, just keeps trundling along, his breath getting faster and louder and affecting Chekov more and more. Chekov actually has to swallow a moan, and soon his problem is no longer the shame of having become erect in this situation but the agony of his hardness as Sulu carries him through the seemingly endless jungle. The subtle rubbing against Sulu's back is enough to make his cock feel as if it will never stop getting bigger and bigger, so full it aches, but he can't get off like this - and he doesn't want to, of course, it's humiliating enough just to be hard. But he does feel like he might die if he doesn't get to come soon, the friction against his cock teasing him to the brink of insanity and Sulu's harsh breath and labored grunts like little tongue flicks against the wet tip.
"I need to take a break," Sulu says after they've been walking for what feels like years to Chekov. Sulu walks up to a giant tree and swings Chekov around so that he's pinned between the trunk and Sulu, his weight resting on the tree while Sulu catches his breath. Chekov yelps a little as the full weight of Sulu presses back onto his aching cock, and that's when Sulu's breath suddenly stops.
"Pavel," he says, panting the name out. "Are -- you -- okay?"
"Yes," Chekov says meekly, fighting the urge to brace himself on the tree and squirm against Sulu's back until he comes.
"Are you -- hard?" Sulu asks.
"It's not my fault! It is that pain killer you gave me, a side effect!"
"I've never heard of a pain killer hypospray giving someone an erection," Sulu says. He still hasn't moved, Chekov's desperately aroused cock trapped between them, throbbing now. He's overheated in every sense of the word, breathing hard against Sulu's neck.
"Pavel," Sulu says, his voice light and apologetic. "Do you -- is this -- have you got feelings for me or something?"
"No," Pavel says, but his voice is weak enough to give away the lie. He kisses Sulu behind his ear, very softly, and waits to be rejected. Sulu says nothing, just keeps huffing out heavy breaths, even the smallest movement of his body between Chekov's legs making Chekov dizzy with teasing pleasure.
"Want me to put you down?" Sulu finally says.
"Okay," Chekov says, not sure what's happening. Sulu sets him down carefully at the base of the tree, holding Chekov's left leg up so that his ankle doesn't touch the ground. When Sulu turns and very gently rests Chekov's ankle on a patch of moss Chekov's heart swells up to twice the size of his body. Suddenly it's so clear, even in the way that Sulu hands him the canteen before drinking any water himself. Sulu has feelings for him, too.
"Thank you," Chekov says as he takes the canteen, holding Sulu's gaze. Sulu looks nervous. Chekov is still embarrassingly hard, and they're both pretending to ignore the tent in his pants.
"I thought something terrible had happened to you," Sulu says. "When you fell."
"I screamed too loud, it's embarrassing, it doesn't even hurt that badly."
"Yeah, 'cause I gave you a hypospray -- Jesus, Pavel, your cock, it's, like --"
"I know, I'm sorry! It was all the rubbing!"
"Rubbing?"
"From your back, I --"
"Oh." Sulu is sitting between Chekov's legs, which he's inadvertently spread to accommodate his throbbing cock. They both stare down at Chekov's erection for a moment, then look up at each other, and Chekov isn't sure if he should laugh hysterically or sob. He can barely think straight, even the weight of this planet's humid air beginning to turn him on.
"Jesus, should I suck you off so we can have a real conversation about this, without that thing staring at me?" Sulu blurts.
"Don't call it 'that thing!'"
"Oh, Christ, I'm sorry, I'm sure it's wonderful."
Chekov snorts with laughter. "There's only one way to find out, Hikaru."
"Oh, God." Sulu shuts his eyes and presses his lips together. "You don't know how bad I've wanted you to call me that."
"You have?"
"Yeah -- the first time you did, I don't know, it kind of stunned me. Something about the way you said it. It was so -- it made me feel naked. Or something."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I liked feeling that way -- with you."
"Hikaru, come here."
At this, Sulu, killer of Romulans and stoic superior officer, actually whimpers, falling onto Chekov as if Chekov has pulled him by strings. Chekov wraps Sulu into his arms, the heady haze of the painkiller and the sharp heat of his arousal buzzing in his ears as he kisses Sulu hard, pressed against the moss at the base of the tree. His hips twitch involuntarily as he rubs himself against any part of Sulu he can, panting into Sulu's hot mouth. He's dreamed of this, alone in his cabin at night, but all he had the nerve to hope for was frantic sex that would momentarily release some of the nervous tension between them. This is something more already; Sulu is so completely broken as he hovers above Chekov, kissing his sweaty face. Chekov pets him, wanting this fizzy, floating feeling to last forever, but also hoping Sulu will hold up that promise about sucking him off.
He does, and Chekov has never come so hard in his life, pumping what feels like a searing river of come down Sulu's throat. He holds onto Sulu's ears as Sulu swallows it down, and Chekov chokes on a little sob that gets buried beneath his moans, because he never realized it until this moment, but he loves Sulu's ears.
"Fuck me now, please please," Chekov says when Sulu crawls up to kiss him again. Sulu pulls back to blink at him in confusion and his hesitation only lasts as long as it takes for Chekov to reach between Sulu's legs and rub his hard cock through his pants. Sulu makes a ridiculous noise, something like gnuhhh, and Chekov holds back his laughter as he unbuckles Sulu's belt. There's first aid ointment of some sort in Sulu's bag for lube, and Chekov goes wild for Sulu's fingers and then catatonic with pleasure for his cock. He feels like he's having a fever dream as Sulu fucks him, overstimulated to the point of disorientation, and even when his ankle tweaks a bit despite Sulu's efforts to keep it still, the little hiss of pain through his blood only adds to the experience. Chekov comes all over himself and Sulu is quick to follow, groaning at the sight of Chekov's spurting cock.
"Holy shit," Sulu moans when he's collapsed onto Chekov, his lips moving over Chekov's collarbone. They're both sticky and sweaty; the moss Chekov is lying on feels dry in comparison.
"When I get back to the Enterprise I'm going to have such a long, long shower," Chekov says dreamily, staring up at the small piece of sky visible through the jungle canopy.
"You'll have to see McCoy about that ankle first."
"Well, fine. But then a shower. Even a cold one sounds good right now."
"You'll need someone to help you stand."
"Yes, and someone to wash me, you know, since I am cripple."
"Not that I'm volunteering or anything," Sulu says, leaning up to kiss Chekov's neck. "God, your skin," he says, mouthing it as he speaks. "It's like -- cheese."
"Cheese, Hikaru?"
"I mean real cheese, you know, that soft, pale kind that comes in big blocks. I just want to like, bite it."
Chekov laughs, feeling delirious. He imagines that Sulu is, too, after using all of his energy to carry Chekov and then fuck him vigorously.
"Well, don't bite me," Chekov says. "At least not right now. Maybe later."
"So should we talk about this?" Sulu asks, sounding dangerously close to sleep with his bare ass exposed to the elements, pants bunched below his knees.
"Talk about what?" Chekov reaches down to touch Sulu's ass tentatively, still a little shy of it, not sure he has permission.
"Um, the fact that we fucked?"
"What is there to say?"
"Well. I want to do it again."
"Right now?"
"No, but, you know, in the future. I like you, Pavel. I kind of, actually, sort of -- pulled strings to make sure you were the one I got partnered with on this mission."
"Partnered," Chekov says, smiling up at the swaying canopy.
"See, that's what I'm asking, I guess." Sulu lifts his head and stares at Chekov with such solemnity that Chekov gives his ass a reassuring squeeze.
"Are we partnered now?" Sulu asks. "I don't mean -- like -- you know -- a big deal or anything -- just -- can I -- or will you -- sorry, I don't usually -- I don't know why I'm even saying any of this --"
"Yes, we're partnered, and it is a big deal," Chekov says, grinning. "If you've leaving it to me to decide."
Sulu gives up on trying to talk about it and just kisses Chekov madly in agreement. He refastens his pants with a groan as Chekov begins to drift off, the moss feeling very comfortable in the moment, and by the time Sulu is helping Chekov onto his back Chekov is already mostly asleep. He sleeps through the rest of the journey back to the transport rendezvous, waking up at intervals to guiltily listen to Sulu's ragged breathing. After the visit with McCoy and the long shower, Chekov will rub Sulu's back until his fingers are aching.
"We need to come back," he hears Sulu gasping into his communicator when they finally reach their destination. "We've had a medical emergency. Pavel is hurt."
Chekov smiles secretly against Sulu's neck, his eyes still shut. They won't be able to keep their new partnership secret for very long: anyone on board who heard that communication will know, by the desperate way that Sulu spoke the last three words, that Sulu loves him.
//
the end.