Fic: Let's Play
Title: Let's Play
Author: lallyloo
Characters/Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1400
Summary: From this prompt @ st_xi_kink_meme: "Shoreleave on a planet with lovely beaches and warm oceans. Everyone is in the water playing. Sulu and Chekov are also in the water...playing."
Disclaimer: They're not mine, unfortunately.
Sulu ran his arm through the water, sending a wave towards Chekov.
“We've been in here for nearly ten minutes and your hair isn't wet yet!”
“Hikaru!” Chekov laughed, attempting to jump away from the soft wave. “My hair will turn to frizz. You know this!”
Sulu reached out to clasp Chekov by the wrist and pull him closer. “I don't care. I think it's cute.”
“Oh yes, very cute,” Chekov said with a grin. “You are blinded by your love for me, Hikaru.”
“Say my name again,” Sulu growled softly.
“Hikaru.. Hikaru..” Chekov taunted him, in a sing-song voice. “Hikaru, you love it when I say your name. Hika-- ahh.”
Chekov's song was cut short as Sulu ran his fingers along the waistband of Chekov's swim trunks. Sulu's eyes met Chekov's, and he smirked as his hand dipped lower.
Chekov was already semi-hard as Sulu grasped him, his cock feeling warm and soft as it floated in the gentle water.
“Ahh, Hikaru..” Chekov moaned quietly, his hand reaching out to grasp Sulu's shoulder.
They stayed like that for a minute or two, Chekov panting lazily against Sulu's cheek as Sulu fondled him. Finally Sulu's hand retreated, as his eyes panned to see what had happened to the rest of the crew.
Kirk and McCoy were attempting to explain the intricate details of Marco Polo to a confused Spock. While Uhura lay on the beach focusing on her tan, with Scotty sitting next to her, his nose buried deep in some sort of engine manual.
“Let's swim a bit,” Sulu said, taking a step back from Chekov. “Maybe get your hair wet.”
Chekov sighed at the separation, but gave him a grin. “I will swim, but I make no promise about my hair.”
Sulu smacked Chekov playfully, before turning and diving into the water.
He swam around for a few minutes, continually coming up for air, and diving back under. When he finally paused for a break he spun around quickly, his eyes scanning the water for Chekov. Fear gripped him for a split second, before he noticed a disturbance in the water a short distance away, and a pile of sopping curls rise up.
“Finally!” he shouted to Chekov.
Chekov turned to him with a grin, and then jumped up in the air, plugging his nose just before he hit the water. He stayed down for a few seconds, before popping up with a splash. A smile spread across Sulu's face as he watched Chekov repeat this motion several times. Chekov's last plunge seemed to take a few seconds longer, and when he broke the water he didn't jump up as high as he had before.
“Hikaru” he mouthed, pointing his finger to the surface of the water.
Sulu's eyes traveling to the area Chekov had been pointing to. He caught a glimpse of something gold, floating just below the water. Sulu gave him a puzzled look, and Chekov raised his other arm, which was still underwater, and flashed a piece of gold material. Chekov's eyes darted quickly around, before glancing back at Sulu, a naughty smile spreading across his face.
“Pavel!” Sulu attempted to whisper and shout at the same time. He turned quickly to make sure no one had seen or heard, before diving into the water and making his way towards Chekov. As he came into view it was quite clear that Chekov was indeed completely naked.
Sulu stood quickly, sputtering, and wiping water from his eyes. “Pavel, what are you doing?”
Chekov grinned at him, and whispered, “I'm naked!”
Sulu couldn't help the laugh that escaped him before he responded, “I can see that! The question is, why?”
“Because it's fun, Hikaru.” As Chekov spoke he moved his hand, and Sulu watched in horror as the gold swim trunks rose up out of the water. His hand flung out to meet Chekov's and push the fabric back below the surface. Sulu glanced around again, fearful that the rest of the crew had suddenly caught on to them. To his surprise, they all seemed completely oblivious, so he turned his gaze back to Chekov.
“You're crazy,” Sulu laughed with a grin, and a shake of his head.
Chekov grinned back at him and nodded, before taking a step forward and pressing himself against Sulu. He was hard again, and he rutted gently against Sulu's thigh.
“God, Pavel..” Sulu whispered with a groan. His hand grasped Chekov's ass, kneading the soft skin and pulling him even closer. “We have to make this quick.”
Chekov was breathing hard against his neck, and merely nodded wildly in response.
Sulu took one last glance around before reaching down once again to clasp Chekov's erection. Even in the water, he could feel the slip of precum that clung to the tip of Chekov's cock. Before Sulu could even get a stroke in, Chekov was already pumping into his hand, his hips still rutting against Sulu's side.
Chekov's arms were wrapped around Sulu's shoulders, his hands gripping so hard Sulu was sure he'd leave bruises. Sulu ground his feet into the sand, attempting to anchor them in place, as Chekov clung to him, pushing against him and letting out soft little moans as his cock slid through Sulu's hand.
Sulu glanced down, watching Chekov rut against him, his wet curls brushing against Sulu's jaw.
He hadn't been lying. He loved Chekov's wet hair. Loved to see him after a shower, dripping and shivering, teeth chattering, pale skin glistening. He gripped Chekov a little tighter with his supporting arm, pulling them closer together, and lowering his mouth for a moment to kiss Chekov's forehead.
Chekov's concentration, or lack there of, broken for a moment, he glanced up at Sulu, his pupils blown wide.
“Hikaru..” he panted, his fingers digging into Sulu's shoulder, as he increased his pace.
“Say it again, Pavel,” Sulu whispered. “Please..”
“Hikaru..” Chekov moaned, pressing kisses against Sulu's neck. “Hikaru.”
Sulu groaned, attempting to angle his hips slightly, his own erection desperate for some sort of friction. In his daze, Chekov seemed to catch on and moved until he was flush against the front of Sulu's swim trunks.
“Better?” Chekov whispered against his chin.
“Yes,” Sulu managed to mutter, his climax already building.
*
They come almost simultaneously. Chekov's orgasm arriving in a burst of moans and sighs, his cum floating to the surface of the water and pooling around them. Sulu comes in his swim trunks immediately after, his erection straining, rubbing against Chekov through the fabric.
They're still for a moment, clinging to each other, smiling and laughing. Finally Chekov loosens his grip on Sulu's shoulder, and they move apart. Sulu chances a glance at the rest of the crew, and is pleased to discover they're still seemingly oblivious.
Sulu is about to suggest more swimming when Kirk yells to them, “hey you two, come here! We need more players for Marco Polo!”
Sulu raises an eyebrow at Chekov, who gives him an amused grin and shrugs his shoulders, “it might be fun.”
As they make their way over, McCoy's voice is growing increasingly louder and more irritated, “I told you, it's fun. Oh I forgot, you wouldn't know fun if it bit you in the ass, you damn pointy-eared--”
“Alright Bones!” Kirk speaks up, interrupting the argument. “We have more players now, so let's play.”
McCoy turns from Spock to glance at Sulu and Chekov. “What were you two up to anyway? We could've used more players 10 minutes ago!”
Sulu freezes, as Chekov's head whips around to look at him in fear.
“We.. uh.. were swimming, and we.. um..” Sulu is stumbling over his words, desperate to come up with an explanation.
“They were likely looking at the shells,” Kirk interrupts.
“Shells?” Bones replies with a huff. “I haven't seen any shells.”
Kirk continues his explanation, “Yeah, you wouldn't have. They only gather in the deeper areas of water.”
Spock turns to Kirk with as much confusion as he can muster, “Jim, I do not believe this particular beach has any underwater life. It seems highly unlikely there would be shells here.”
Kirk hesitates for a split second before continuing, “rocks then, Spock. They must've just been rocks.”
He turns to Sulu and Chekov. “Rocks, right guys?”
They both nod.
Kirk winks at them before splashing a wave of water towards McCoy and Spock.
“Okay, gentlemen, let's play!”
Author: lallyloo
Characters/Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1400
Summary: From this prompt @ st_xi_kink_meme: "Shoreleave on a planet with lovely beaches and warm oceans. Everyone is in the water playing. Sulu and Chekov are also in the water...playing."
Disclaimer: They're not mine, unfortunately.
Sulu ran his arm through the water, sending a wave towards Chekov.
“We've been in here for nearly ten minutes and your hair isn't wet yet!”
“Hikaru!” Chekov laughed, attempting to jump away from the soft wave. “My hair will turn to frizz. You know this!”
Sulu reached out to clasp Chekov by the wrist and pull him closer. “I don't care. I think it's cute.”
“Oh yes, very cute,” Chekov said with a grin. “You are blinded by your love for me, Hikaru.”
“Say my name again,” Sulu growled softly.
“Hikaru.. Hikaru..” Chekov taunted him, in a sing-song voice. “Hikaru, you love it when I say your name. Hika-- ahh.”
Chekov's song was cut short as Sulu ran his fingers along the waistband of Chekov's swim trunks. Sulu's eyes met Chekov's, and he smirked as his hand dipped lower.
Chekov was already semi-hard as Sulu grasped him, his cock feeling warm and soft as it floated in the gentle water.
“Ahh, Hikaru..” Chekov moaned quietly, his hand reaching out to grasp Sulu's shoulder.
They stayed like that for a minute or two, Chekov panting lazily against Sulu's cheek as Sulu fondled him. Finally Sulu's hand retreated, as his eyes panned to see what had happened to the rest of the crew.
Kirk and McCoy were attempting to explain the intricate details of Marco Polo to a confused Spock. While Uhura lay on the beach focusing on her tan, with Scotty sitting next to her, his nose buried deep in some sort of engine manual.
“Let's swim a bit,” Sulu said, taking a step back from Chekov. “Maybe get your hair wet.”
Chekov sighed at the separation, but gave him a grin. “I will swim, but I make no promise about my hair.”
Sulu smacked Chekov playfully, before turning and diving into the water.
He swam around for a few minutes, continually coming up for air, and diving back under. When he finally paused for a break he spun around quickly, his eyes scanning the water for Chekov. Fear gripped him for a split second, before he noticed a disturbance in the water a short distance away, and a pile of sopping curls rise up.
“Finally!” he shouted to Chekov.
Chekov turned to him with a grin, and then jumped up in the air, plugging his nose just before he hit the water. He stayed down for a few seconds, before popping up with a splash. A smile spread across Sulu's face as he watched Chekov repeat this motion several times. Chekov's last plunge seemed to take a few seconds longer, and when he broke the water he didn't jump up as high as he had before.
“Hikaru” he mouthed, pointing his finger to the surface of the water.
Sulu's eyes traveling to the area Chekov had been pointing to. He caught a glimpse of something gold, floating just below the water. Sulu gave him a puzzled look, and Chekov raised his other arm, which was still underwater, and flashed a piece of gold material. Chekov's eyes darted quickly around, before glancing back at Sulu, a naughty smile spreading across his face.
“Pavel!” Sulu attempted to whisper and shout at the same time. He turned quickly to make sure no one had seen or heard, before diving into the water and making his way towards Chekov. As he came into view it was quite clear that Chekov was indeed completely naked.
Sulu stood quickly, sputtering, and wiping water from his eyes. “Pavel, what are you doing?”
Chekov grinned at him, and whispered, “I'm naked!”
Sulu couldn't help the laugh that escaped him before he responded, “I can see that! The question is, why?”
“Because it's fun, Hikaru.” As Chekov spoke he moved his hand, and Sulu watched in horror as the gold swim trunks rose up out of the water. His hand flung out to meet Chekov's and push the fabric back below the surface. Sulu glanced around again, fearful that the rest of the crew had suddenly caught on to them. To his surprise, they all seemed completely oblivious, so he turned his gaze back to Chekov.
“You're crazy,” Sulu laughed with a grin, and a shake of his head.
Chekov grinned back at him and nodded, before taking a step forward and pressing himself against Sulu. He was hard again, and he rutted gently against Sulu's thigh.
“God, Pavel..” Sulu whispered with a groan. His hand grasped Chekov's ass, kneading the soft skin and pulling him even closer. “We have to make this quick.”
Chekov was breathing hard against his neck, and merely nodded wildly in response.
Sulu took one last glance around before reaching down once again to clasp Chekov's erection. Even in the water, he could feel the slip of precum that clung to the tip of Chekov's cock. Before Sulu could even get a stroke in, Chekov was already pumping into his hand, his hips still rutting against Sulu's side.
Chekov's arms were wrapped around Sulu's shoulders, his hands gripping so hard Sulu was sure he'd leave bruises. Sulu ground his feet into the sand, attempting to anchor them in place, as Chekov clung to him, pushing against him and letting out soft little moans as his cock slid through Sulu's hand.
Sulu glanced down, watching Chekov rut against him, his wet curls brushing against Sulu's jaw.
He hadn't been lying. He loved Chekov's wet hair. Loved to see him after a shower, dripping and shivering, teeth chattering, pale skin glistening. He gripped Chekov a little tighter with his supporting arm, pulling them closer together, and lowering his mouth for a moment to kiss Chekov's forehead.
Chekov's concentration, or lack there of, broken for a moment, he glanced up at Sulu, his pupils blown wide.
“Hikaru..” he panted, his fingers digging into Sulu's shoulder, as he increased his pace.
“Say it again, Pavel,” Sulu whispered. “Please..”
“Hikaru..” Chekov moaned, pressing kisses against Sulu's neck. “Hikaru.”
Sulu groaned, attempting to angle his hips slightly, his own erection desperate for some sort of friction. In his daze, Chekov seemed to catch on and moved until he was flush against the front of Sulu's swim trunks.
“Better?” Chekov whispered against his chin.
“Yes,” Sulu managed to mutter, his climax already building.
*
They come almost simultaneously. Chekov's orgasm arriving in a burst of moans and sighs, his cum floating to the surface of the water and pooling around them. Sulu comes in his swim trunks immediately after, his erection straining, rubbing against Chekov through the fabric.
They're still for a moment, clinging to each other, smiling and laughing. Finally Chekov loosens his grip on Sulu's shoulder, and they move apart. Sulu chances a glance at the rest of the crew, and is pleased to discover they're still seemingly oblivious.
Sulu is about to suggest more swimming when Kirk yells to them, “hey you two, come here! We need more players for Marco Polo!”
Sulu raises an eyebrow at Chekov, who gives him an amused grin and shrugs his shoulders, “it might be fun.”
As they make their way over, McCoy's voice is growing increasingly louder and more irritated, “I told you, it's fun. Oh I forgot, you wouldn't know fun if it bit you in the ass, you damn pointy-eared--”
“Alright Bones!” Kirk speaks up, interrupting the argument. “We have more players now, so let's play.”
McCoy turns from Spock to glance at Sulu and Chekov. “What were you two up to anyway? We could've used more players 10 minutes ago!”
Sulu freezes, as Chekov's head whips around to look at him in fear.
“We.. uh.. were swimming, and we.. um..” Sulu is stumbling over his words, desperate to come up with an explanation.
“They were likely looking at the shells,” Kirk interrupts.
“Shells?” Bones replies with a huff. “I haven't seen any shells.”
Kirk continues his explanation, “Yeah, you wouldn't have. They only gather in the deeper areas of water.”
Spock turns to Kirk with as much confusion as he can muster, “Jim, I do not believe this particular beach has any underwater life. It seems highly unlikely there would be shells here.”
Kirk hesitates for a split second before continuing, “rocks then, Spock. They must've just been rocks.”
He turns to Sulu and Chekov. “Rocks, right guys?”
They both nod.
Kirk winks at them before splashing a wave of water towards McCoy and Spock.
“Okay, gentlemen, let's play!”