Entry tags:
Star Trek XI, "I'll Take A Dozen Of Those," Chekov/Sulu ficlet, NC-17
Title: "I'll Take A Dozen Of Those"
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hikaru is hard to distract when he's in his greenhouse, but Pavel is up to the challenge.
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emiime. Inspired by the song "Pollen" by Mirah.
"Hikaru." Pavel knows that he has to be patient when Hikaru is in the greenhouse, because it is like the way he is sometimes in front of his computer screen -- a kind of hypnotism. Hikaru sees things in the little variegated patterns of the leaves that are as obscure and mysterious to Pavel as the things that Pavel sees in numbers and algebraic symbols are to pretty much everyone else. When Hikaru is like this, crouched on his knees in front of a fascinating new specimen, it can take some extra effort to get his attention. "Hikaru."
"What?" He swivels at the waist to look up at Pavel, who's hanging back a little, worried that he might step on something important. Hikaru looks up like he's been shaken from a dream, smiling, a little smudge of orange marking the bridge of his nose.
"Hikaru, you have a little -- "
Hikaru twitches his nose to the side, and then leans forward, laughing, and nuzzles his face against Pavel's thigh. When he pulls back, the smudge on his nose is only a faint yellow stain, but there's an orange mark on Pavel's black uniform pants that would be hard to miss.
"Hikaru, you cossack!"
"Hey, it's not like anybody's going to notice."
"Everyone will notice!"
"Okay!" Hikaru is still laughing, which is infuriating. He moves toward Pavel on his knees, apparently not too concerned about crushing any rare specimens. "I'll make it up to you."
"You will not -- " Pavel begins sternly, but Hikaru is unzipping Pavel's pants with almost childlike eagerness, and he cannot stay mad. As he watches Hikaru efficiently stripping him from the waist down, feels his cool (probably filthy) hands pulling down Pavel's briefs and exposing him to the hot, sticky air of the greenhouse, looking up at him the whole time, Pavel's frustration melts away, replaced by an insistent pulse of arousal.
Eyes twinkling like he just thought of a joke, Hikaru takes the head of Pavel's mostly-hard cock in his mouth and sucks hard right away, going for the big reaction. Pavel feels his whole body sort of shudder and relax, all the tension in his body flowing between his legs and leaving the rest of him wobbly on his feet. Hikaru steadies both of them with his hands on Pavel's hips as he runs his tongue down the underside of Pavel's cock, teasing and tickling until Pavel can't help but make a little whining noise in the back of his throat. Finally, Hikaru looks up at him with a smirk (Pavel did not know that it was possible to smirk and suck cock at the same time, but Hikaru's smiles are mostly in the eyebrows anyway), and pulls out his best trick, swallowing Pavel all the way down, bracing himself with his fingers digging into Pavel's hipbones as Pavel feels tight, rushing heat around every inch of his cock. This is always too much for him to last through, and he gives in, knees almost buckling under him as he comes down Hikaru's throat.
Trying to hold them both steady, Hikaru pulls back his head while Pavel is still coming, laughing again as if he hadn't stopped in the first place. He looks up at Pavel with adoration, like -- Pavel knows this is a stupid thought -- like he is another very interesting and valuable flower that fits right in among Hikaru's precious specimens. Pavel is embarrassed to see that the broad part of his nose is streaked with sticky white, from where he pulled away just a second too early.
"Hikaru," Pavel pants, giving up on his legs and sitting down in the dirt next to him. "You have a little --"
"I know," Hikaru laughs, wrapping his now-warm hand around the back of Pavel's neck and pulling their faces together.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hikaru is hard to distract when he's in his greenhouse, but Pavel is up to the challenge.
AN: for
emiime. Inspired by the song "Pollen" by Mirah."Hikaru." Pavel knows that he has to be patient when Hikaru is in the greenhouse, because it is like the way he is sometimes in front of his computer screen -- a kind of hypnotism. Hikaru sees things in the little variegated patterns of the leaves that are as obscure and mysterious to Pavel as the things that Pavel sees in numbers and algebraic symbols are to pretty much everyone else. When Hikaru is like this, crouched on his knees in front of a fascinating new specimen, it can take some extra effort to get his attention. "Hikaru."
"What?" He swivels at the waist to look up at Pavel, who's hanging back a little, worried that he might step on something important. Hikaru looks up like he's been shaken from a dream, smiling, a little smudge of orange marking the bridge of his nose.
"Hikaru, you have a little -- "
Hikaru twitches his nose to the side, and then leans forward, laughing, and nuzzles his face against Pavel's thigh. When he pulls back, the smudge on his nose is only a faint yellow stain, but there's an orange mark on Pavel's black uniform pants that would be hard to miss.
"Hikaru, you cossack!"
"Hey, it's not like anybody's going to notice."
"Everyone will notice!"
"Okay!" Hikaru is still laughing, which is infuriating. He moves toward Pavel on his knees, apparently not too concerned about crushing any rare specimens. "I'll make it up to you."
"You will not -- " Pavel begins sternly, but Hikaru is unzipping Pavel's pants with almost childlike eagerness, and he cannot stay mad. As he watches Hikaru efficiently stripping him from the waist down, feels his cool (probably filthy) hands pulling down Pavel's briefs and exposing him to the hot, sticky air of the greenhouse, looking up at him the whole time, Pavel's frustration melts away, replaced by an insistent pulse of arousal.
Eyes twinkling like he just thought of a joke, Hikaru takes the head of Pavel's mostly-hard cock in his mouth and sucks hard right away, going for the big reaction. Pavel feels his whole body sort of shudder and relax, all the tension in his body flowing between his legs and leaving the rest of him wobbly on his feet. Hikaru steadies both of them with his hands on Pavel's hips as he runs his tongue down the underside of Pavel's cock, teasing and tickling until Pavel can't help but make a little whining noise in the back of his throat. Finally, Hikaru looks up at him with a smirk (Pavel did not know that it was possible to smirk and suck cock at the same time, but Hikaru's smiles are mostly in the eyebrows anyway), and pulls out his best trick, swallowing Pavel all the way down, bracing himself with his fingers digging into Pavel's hipbones as Pavel feels tight, rushing heat around every inch of his cock. This is always too much for him to last through, and he gives in, knees almost buckling under him as he comes down Hikaru's throat.
Trying to hold them both steady, Hikaru pulls back his head while Pavel is still coming, laughing again as if he hadn't stopped in the first place. He looks up at Pavel with adoration, like -- Pavel knows this is a stupid thought -- like he is another very interesting and valuable flower that fits right in among Hikaru's precious specimens. Pavel is embarrassed to see that the broad part of his nose is streaked with sticky white, from where he pulled away just a second too early.
"Hikaru," Pavel pants, giving up on his legs and sitting down in the dirt next to him. "You have a little --"
"I know," Hikaru laughs, wrapping his now-warm hand around the back of Pavel's neck and pulling their faces together.