Fic & Art-Chekov/Sulu-Tattooed on the Inside
Title: Tattooed on the Inside
Fandom: Star Trek XI/Reboot
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Pavel finds Hikaru’s tattoo and wants one of his own. For kink_bingo. Title from the Siousxie and the Banshees song "Tattoo".
Kink: Tattoos (Free Square)/Writing on the Body. My card. Previous squares: bondage (K/S).
Before that night, Pavel was unaware that Hikaru had any tattoos.
The first time, that first night together, it was frantic, heavy, and filled with a lot of things neither of them had yet said. It was too soon and too fast but in the dark of Hikaru’s room, with both of them crying out in ecstasy, neither of them thought about consequences. They didn't think about how this would effect the job they had both worked so hard for, the legality of it, the end of a friendship, or the curse of starship relationships: impending doom.
It wasn’t even until after, curled in each other’s arms with their post-coital sweat soaked bodies sticking together, that Pavel processed the ink embedded into the skin of Hikaru’s left arm. His hands found there way to the art, tracing the outlines with his fingertips.
It was beautiful, astonishingly so, and in Pavel’s mind the tattoo was made even more beautiful by it being placed so perfectly on Hikaru’s tanned, muscular bicep. The centerpiece was a koi fish, orange and red and the millions of colors of a sunset painted into the scales that curved against his muscle, tiny Japanese characters that looked more like an elaborate pattern than kanji weaved in-between. Behind it was a smattering of pink cherry blossom flowers, small and delicate, the femininity offset by the waves beneath them, choppy and violent, synonymous with the art of Hokusai.
“I did not know you had a tattoo,” Pavel murmured. He wanted to kiss it, taste it, touch it for the rest of the night; maybe forever.
“I got it when I was 19,” Hikaru told him, looking down at the boy with the freckles on his nose. In that moment, Hikaru suspected for the first time that he might love Pavel.
“It is beautiful. What is it for?”
“A lot of things. For what I’ve lost, what I will lose,” he paused to trace a line along Pavel’s hip and back up across his freckled chest. “For what I fill fight not to lose until the day I die.”
“I would like one too, I think,” Pavel said after a few contemplative moments of silence. He’d never had much of an interest in tattoos but something about Hikaru’s made his breath catch…and his cock twitch.
Hikaru chuckled softly before he reached over him and returned with a thick black marker (almost like a calligraphy pen), then pulled the sheet down to expose the rest of his naked body, pressing the tip against his inner thigh. He looked up at him for just a moment before starting.
It was cold and the tickling feeling made Pavel squirm just a little. But he eventually relaxed into it, his eyes falling shut and his head pressing back onto the pillow as he waited for Hikaru to finish. He focused on breathing slowly in and out and not the way Hikaru’s fingers pressed into his thigh made his whole body alight with pleasure.
When he finally finished, a few minutes later, he crawled back up to kiss Pavel gently on the lips.
"Finished," he whispered against his reddened pout.
Pavel opened his eyes and sat up to peer down at his own leg, pressing his fingers to the newly marked skin.
There were three characters now, going down one after the other.
“What does it say?” Pavel asked and for a moment he silently wished he had learned another language, despite English being hard enough as it was, as Hikaru looked like he didn’t want to tell him.
“It says daisuki,” he responded and turned away from him, embarrassed for just a moment.
“What does it mean?”
Hikaru said nothing; just broke out into a sly smile and kissed him in a way that he hoped would make Pavel understand.
Art Title: Ya Tebya Lyublyu, Hikaru
Art Rating: PG-13
Art Preview:
I quite like the way the tattoo turned out, that’s all I’ll say about this as I've gotten to the point of the creative process where I don't even wanna look at it anymore....
Fandom: Star Trek XI/Reboot
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Pavel finds Hikaru’s tattoo and wants one of his own. For kink_bingo. Title from the Siousxie and the Banshees song "Tattoo".
Kink: Tattoos (Free Square)/Writing on the Body. My card. Previous squares: bondage (K/S).
Before that night, Pavel was unaware that Hikaru had any tattoos.
The first time, that first night together, it was frantic, heavy, and filled with a lot of things neither of them had yet said. It was too soon and too fast but in the dark of Hikaru’s room, with both of them crying out in ecstasy, neither of them thought about consequences. They didn't think about how this would effect the job they had both worked so hard for, the legality of it, the end of a friendship, or the curse of starship relationships: impending doom.
It wasn’t even until after, curled in each other’s arms with their post-coital sweat soaked bodies sticking together, that Pavel processed the ink embedded into the skin of Hikaru’s left arm. His hands found there way to the art, tracing the outlines with his fingertips.
It was beautiful, astonishingly so, and in Pavel’s mind the tattoo was made even more beautiful by it being placed so perfectly on Hikaru’s tanned, muscular bicep. The centerpiece was a koi fish, orange and red and the millions of colors of a sunset painted into the scales that curved against his muscle, tiny Japanese characters that looked more like an elaborate pattern than kanji weaved in-between. Behind it was a smattering of pink cherry blossom flowers, small and delicate, the femininity offset by the waves beneath them, choppy and violent, synonymous with the art of Hokusai.
“I did not know you had a tattoo,” Pavel murmured. He wanted to kiss it, taste it, touch it for the rest of the night; maybe forever.
“I got it when I was 19,” Hikaru told him, looking down at the boy with the freckles on his nose. In that moment, Hikaru suspected for the first time that he might love Pavel.
“It is beautiful. What is it for?”
“A lot of things. For what I’ve lost, what I will lose,” he paused to trace a line along Pavel’s hip and back up across his freckled chest. “For what I fill fight not to lose until the day I die.”
“I would like one too, I think,” Pavel said after a few contemplative moments of silence. He’d never had much of an interest in tattoos but something about Hikaru’s made his breath catch…and his cock twitch.
Hikaru chuckled softly before he reached over him and returned with a thick black marker (almost like a calligraphy pen), then pulled the sheet down to expose the rest of his naked body, pressing the tip against his inner thigh. He looked up at him for just a moment before starting.
It was cold and the tickling feeling made Pavel squirm just a little. But he eventually relaxed into it, his eyes falling shut and his head pressing back onto the pillow as he waited for Hikaru to finish. He focused on breathing slowly in and out and not the way Hikaru’s fingers pressed into his thigh made his whole body alight with pleasure.
When he finally finished, a few minutes later, he crawled back up to kiss Pavel gently on the lips.
"Finished," he whispered against his reddened pout.
Pavel opened his eyes and sat up to peer down at his own leg, pressing his fingers to the newly marked skin.
There were three characters now, going down one after the other.
“What does it say?” Pavel asked and for a moment he silently wished he had learned another language, despite English being hard enough as it was, as Hikaru looked like he didn’t want to tell him.
“It says daisuki,” he responded and turned away from him, embarrassed for just a moment.
“What does it mean?”
Hikaru said nothing; just broke out into a sly smile and kissed him in a way that he hoped would make Pavel understand.
Art Title: Ya Tebya Lyublyu, Hikaru
Art Rating: PG-13
Art Preview:
I quite like the way the tattoo turned out, that’s all I’ll say about this as I've gotten to the point of the creative process where I don't even wanna look at it anymore....