Ficlet: Flight Plan | ST XI | Kirk/Sulu | R | 1/1
Title: Flight Plan
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Sulu
Rating: R
Word Count: 505
Prompt: For the Porn Battle: Kirk/Sulu, thrust
Summary: Sulu shows off his piloting skills a little. Kirk takes notice.
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Yet another offering from the Porn Battle! XD Two more to go now. :p
Flight Plan
Pressed slightly back into his seat in the cockpit of the shuttle, Kirk marvels at how Sulu handles the smaller craft, pulling just the right amount of g-forces as they angle through the atmosphere above the rocky planet below. With the transporter out, it's up to them to retrieve the rest of the landing party, stranded briefly but in no danger at the moment, but the flip of his stomach at the wide arc Sulu makes with the shuttle has him distracted from the mission at hand.
He knew Sulu is a damned good pilot, probably the best the Fleet has to offer, but this feels way too good to be mere coincidence. He has to wonder if the Lieutenant is showing off on purpose; it's certainly what he would be doing.
All doubt leaves him, though, when Sulu pulls the shuttle up into a steep ascent, the engines pulsing and adding thrust to their climb, the internal inertial dampeners clearly switched off. Kirk catches the tiny quirk of the younger man's lips out of his peripheral vision just as he feels the g-force in his gut, caressing him with that heavy weight against his belly. Damn, it feels good, and he can't help a grin at the sensation.
His eyes sliding shut, he imagines Sulu's weight pressing him down into a mattress, hips rocking against his, and oh yeah, his mind has gone straight to sex, he won't deny it. He's wondered what sleeping with his pilot might be like ever since that first time they met, fighting Romulans on a drilling platform and falling like rocks toward the surface of the doomed planet below before being snatched from certain death by the whiz kid manning the transporter. It's moments like those that make him want to spend an entire day fucking like crazy, the rush of adrenaline a strong aphrodisiac.
And that falling sensation fills him again, the bottom dropping out of his stomach as Sulu takes the craft over its arc and back down through the atmosphere. Heat pools in Kirk's belly at the roller coaster ride, the Captain loving every second of it. He almost lets out a whoop of excitement, before he sees the ground approaching at last.
They come in fast, circling around the landing party before Sulu sets the shuttle down gently about a half-click from them. Kirk sucks in a deep breath, shifting in his seat for a moment while Sulu shuts the craft down.
“Have fun?” the younger officer asks quietly, extricating himself from the restraints of the pilot's chair.
Kirk blinks at him lazily, willing down his stubborn erection, and catches the unmistakable glint of heat and mischief in those dark eyes. “My quarters, 2100 hours. Be there,” he replies, getting up as well.
Sulu nods back, standing close in the cockpit, the promise of an even better flight clear in his expression. “Oh yeah, I'll be there.”
“Good,” Kirk grins widely, biting his tongue between his teeth. He can hardly wait to feel what kind of thrust Sulu can really give him.
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Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Sulu
Rating: R
Word Count: 505
Prompt: For the Porn Battle: Kirk/Sulu, thrust
Summary: Sulu shows off his piloting skills a little. Kirk takes notice.
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Yet another offering from the Porn Battle! XD Two more to go now. :p
Flight Plan
Pressed slightly back into his seat in the cockpit of the shuttle, Kirk marvels at how Sulu handles the smaller craft, pulling just the right amount of g-forces as they angle through the atmosphere above the rocky planet below. With the transporter out, it's up to them to retrieve the rest of the landing party, stranded briefly but in no danger at the moment, but the flip of his stomach at the wide arc Sulu makes with the shuttle has him distracted from the mission at hand.
He knew Sulu is a damned good pilot, probably the best the Fleet has to offer, but this feels way too good to be mere coincidence. He has to wonder if the Lieutenant is showing off on purpose; it's certainly what he would be doing.
All doubt leaves him, though, when Sulu pulls the shuttle up into a steep ascent, the engines pulsing and adding thrust to their climb, the internal inertial dampeners clearly switched off. Kirk catches the tiny quirk of the younger man's lips out of his peripheral vision just as he feels the g-force in his gut, caressing him with that heavy weight against his belly. Damn, it feels good, and he can't help a grin at the sensation.
His eyes sliding shut, he imagines Sulu's weight pressing him down into a mattress, hips rocking against his, and oh yeah, his mind has gone straight to sex, he won't deny it. He's wondered what sleeping with his pilot might be like ever since that first time they met, fighting Romulans on a drilling platform and falling like rocks toward the surface of the doomed planet below before being snatched from certain death by the whiz kid manning the transporter. It's moments like those that make him want to spend an entire day fucking like crazy, the rush of adrenaline a strong aphrodisiac.
And that falling sensation fills him again, the bottom dropping out of his stomach as Sulu takes the craft over its arc and back down through the atmosphere. Heat pools in Kirk's belly at the roller coaster ride, the Captain loving every second of it. He almost lets out a whoop of excitement, before he sees the ground approaching at last.
They come in fast, circling around the landing party before Sulu sets the shuttle down gently about a half-click from them. Kirk sucks in a deep breath, shifting in his seat for a moment while Sulu shuts the craft down.
“Have fun?” the younger officer asks quietly, extricating himself from the restraints of the pilot's chair.
Kirk blinks at him lazily, willing down his stubborn erection, and catches the unmistakable glint of heat and mischief in those dark eyes. “My quarters, 2100 hours. Be there,” he replies, getting up as well.
Sulu nods back, standing close in the cockpit, the promise of an even better flight clear in his expression. “Oh yeah, I'll be there.”
“Good,” Kirk grins widely, biting his tongue between his teeth. He can hardly wait to feel what kind of thrust Sulu can really give him.
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