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Rude Awakenings
By Skazitelnitsky
"I want you.... now..."
Chekov rolled over and put a pillow over his head. It was a good thing that Sulu normally had a cabin to himself. The lieutenant talked in his sleep... to put it mildly.
When Sulu had given up his quarters for the use of a member of Ambassador Lalaurie's entourage, the ensign had been happy to invite the helmsman to bunk with him. Chekov's cabinmate worked a contrasting schedule so there was always a free bed. This, however, was before the ensign found out that the lieutenant tended to recite porno vids during most of his unconscious hours.
'Tomorrow I will speak to him,' Chekov promised himself as Sulu groaned. 'Perhaps he can go to sickbay and get something for this... drugs... a woman... anything!'
The lieutenant thrashing restlessly.
'Perhaps I should wake him,' the ensign considered. 'That would stop him... at least for a while.'
While he considered, Sulu muttered something in his sleep that sounded like, "Pavel."
Chekov took the pillow off his head.
"Pavel." The word was clearer and more definite this time.
The ensign frowned. It was rather unusual for Sulu to call him by his first name. "Yes?"
No response for a few moments, then a soft, anguished sounding, "Oh, Pavel."
Chekov reached beside his bunk to a control panel and raised the room's light's to a bare dim glow. Sulu was laying on his side with his back to him. The ensign sighed, pulled back his sheet, and swung his feet to the floor. He crossed to the helmsman's bunk. The lieutenant's eyes were closed. His sheets were twisted around him revealing random bits of bare chest, hips, and legs. Sulu had warned him that he liked to sleep in the nude. Chekov hadn't thought that was going to be a problem.
The ensign gingerly put a hand on his helm partner's shoulder. "Sulu."
"Oh, Chekov..." Sulu sounded as if he were about to cry. His hand fastened to the ensign's thigh, clutching the silky brown boxer shorts the navigator had taken to wearing as pyjamas. "Oh, Pavel..."
While Chekov reflected once more that was quite out of the ordinary for Sulu to call him by his first name, the lieutenant's hands roved higher, grasping the ensign by his hips and pulling him down onto the bed.
"Sulu!" the navigator protested as he awkwardly toppled on top of the helmsman.
Sulu silenced him with a kiss.
Despite his surprize, Chekov had to admit that it was a very nice kiss. Warm. Passionate. Demanding.
'If he wakes,' the ensign thought as the lieutenant crushed his lips, 'this is going to be difficult to explain.'
When the navigator tried to extricate himself, Sulu wrapped his arms around him tightly and rolled over so that Chekov was now pinned to the mattress underneath him.
'Boshe Moi,' the ensign thought as the helmsman forced his tongue past the navigator's teeth and began to explore the inside of his mouth aggressively. 'What do I do now?'
While he debated course of action, Sulu broke from his mouth and began to kiss his way down the navigator's throat. Chekov had to bite his lips to silence a moan that almost escaped when the helmsman decided to take a side trip to his ear.
'It's as if he doesn't realize I'm not a woman,' the ensign thought, feeling evidence of his partner's arousal against his thigh.
Sulu contentedly nuzzled his friend's neck, teeth nipping lightly at his earlobe. Chekov held his breath, afraid that he was beginning to find all this a little arousing himself. As if to make things harder for him, the lieutenant continued down to his chest, teasing first one then the other nipple to erect hardness.
'He knows I'm not a woman,' the ensign realised with a shock as the helmsman's fingers pushed the waistband of his boxers down and confidently grabbed what they found there.
Chekov nearly bit through his lip when Sulu kissed him again. This time the lieutenant's lips were pressed against the erection the ensign couldn't stop. The helmsman lazily drug his slightly opened mouth from head to base and back again. Just when Chekov thought the sensation of velvety brushing was going to drive him mad, Sulu added a tongue.
The ensign's eyes rolled back in his head as his body arched with pleasure. The lieutenant wouldn't be hurried, though. He lapped slowly, tenderly favoring each ball in turn. After gently bathing each, he turned his attention to the base of his partner's erection, wrapping his mouth around it and massaging it with his lips. He worked his way slowly up the shaft, licking, caressing, and savoring each inch.
Chekov groaned, torn between impatience for the next stage to commence and the desire for the current one to never end.
When at last he reached the head, the lieutenant touched his tongue to it lightly several times, suddenly coy and teasing.
"Sulu, please!" Chekov begged at last, forgetting about every reason in the universe why he should not.
The lieutenant engulfed him, taking his entire length into his mouth at once.
The ensign gasped, his eyes opened wide with sudden ecstasy as the helmsman began to suck. His hips moved of their own volition in time to the lieutenant's rapid pulls. Small cries of pleasure escaped his lips as helmsman's tempo increased.
Sulu seemed to find this amusing. He chuckled low in his throat. Since the ensign was also in his throat at that time, the vibrations from this sent a tingling pleasure down his length, vaulting him to the edge of orgasm.
Determined to make this delight last forever, Chekov bit down on his lower lip and pulled himself back from the brink by sheer force of will.
This was not the lieutenant's will, however. Sensing a weakness, Sulu began to hum as his lips rode up and down the ensign's erection, varying pitch and tone like a sound technician trying to find that one perfect frequency.
When he found it, Chekov shattered into a climax. The ensign felt as if every bit of energy in his body shot out into the lieutenant's mouth. Sulu accepted it all. Calmly. Eagerly. Devotedly.
The navigator lay still. He could do nothing other than feel at this point. His heart was thudding in his chest. Blood was flowing warmly through every inch of his body. Cool sweat formed a sheen over him.
Sulu kissed his fading erection and chuckled again. "I'll get you a towel," he said, rising. He got halfway up before he paused. "Wait... I'm... Am I awake?"
Chekov groaned at the effort it took to have to speak. "Perhaps."
The lieutenant glanced around the room, dazed and disoriented. He looked like an android with a bad processing unit. His eyes kept coming back to the ensign as if the navigator's presence just wouldn't compute. "Chekov... What are you doing here?"
"You talk in your sleep," the ensign explained, too exhausted to make sense.
"Oh." Sulu blinked rapidly as if his data chip was about to overload. "I... I didn't ... sleepwalk, did I?"
"No." Chekov stretched luxuriously and pulled up the waistband of his boxers. "You weren't walking. No."
This clarification hit the lieutenant like a ton of durtanium. He sank down to a sitting position at the foot of the bed.
"Oh, God." Sulu put first one then both hands over his face. "Oh, God. I didn't... Oh God, I can't believe I.... Oh, God, Chekov, I am so sorry."
"You have no reason to apologize." Chekov yawned. "Retaining muscle control while sleeping is not an uncommon condition. I've read that it's caused by low levels of dopamine."
Sulu seemed grief-stricken. "Oh, God," he repeated helplessly. "Oh, dear God... I can't believe. How can you ever forgive me? I didn't .... I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Far from it," the ensign said around another voluptuous yawn.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Chekov sleepily rolled onto his side and motioned for the lieutenant to join him. "Lie down."
Sulu only blinked at him.
The ensign rolled his eyes and roused himself enough to grasp one of the helmsman's arms. As the lieutenant had done earlier, Chekov pulled his partner down beside him.
Although he allowed himself to be guided down to the mattress and have the navigator curl against his back, Sulu was still stiff with uncertainty. "Are you sure I didn't... do anything bad?"
"Not bad at all," Chekov said, nuzzling the helmsman's neck contentedly. "In fact, I think we may have to try it again when we're both awake."
