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Delayed Gratification

By Skazitelnitsky

Sulu was beginning to remember why he at one time had made it a policy to never sleep with his helm partners. It would seem like there could be nothing more pleasurable than sitting next to the man you were crazy about for an eight hour shift. A way of combining work and pleasure, right? Wrong. It was the short path to madness.

He glanced over at Chekov, who was dawdling over a report. The ensign was staring vacantly at the main viewscreen while he pondered some conundrum. The Russian had put the end of his stylus in his mouth and was absently dragging it across his teeth.

All Sulu could think about was that lovely wide mouth wrapped around something else. In and out. Long luxurious pulls. Swirling lazily with his tongue...

The lieutenant bit down on a groan. Tantalus had it easy. "Chekov," he whispered, careful not to attract any undue notice.

"Hmm?" The ensign turned to him, the stylus still resting between his lips.

"Stop that," Sulu mouthed.

"What?" The Russian looked at him innocently, but then opened his lips wide enough so that Sulu could see he was licking the tip. "This?"

The lieutenant cleared his throat and had to readjust himself in his seat. "Would you take that thing out of your mouth, please?" he said quietly, trying to return his focus to his instruments.

The Russian shrugged. "That's not what you said earlier."

"Mr. Chekov," the Captain snapped. "Are you going to play with your pen or finish that report?"

"I am just completing it now, sir." The ensign was suddenly the picture of diligence.

"I should have had it a half an hour ago." The Captain had his hands on his hips as he came around to the front of the helm. "I don't know what's gotten into you, mister..."

'Other than me?' Sulu thought and nearly choked on his own giggle.

The Captain's narrow gaze was suddenly transferred to him. "Is something amusing you, Mr. Sulu?"

The helmsman sobered quickly. "No, sir. I.. I.. had to sneeze."

"Captain?" Thankfully Uhura had a reason to call their superior over to her station.

"It never fails," Chekov complained softly as he scribbled something on the notepad. "Every time I begin an affair, he yells at me. It's as if he can smell it."

"Hmm." Sulu kept his eyes on the main viewer. "Then I guess I'll have to wash you very carefully before I let you out tomorrow morning."

Chekov tried to glare at him, but the glare kept threatening to transmogrify into a "I want you now" look.

Sulu was beginning to have problems with the fit of his uniform. He felt as giddily preoccupied with his new love as a teenager. Perhaps it was because he'd lusted after the navigator for so long before getting up the nerve to say anything. Perhaps it was because he'd not felt this way about anyone else for a long, long time. Perhaps it was because the sex was soooo incredible...

Just the thought of waking up next to Chekov in the morning made his toes melt. This morning he'd purposefully woken up early just so he could watch the navigator sleep. He'd laid there quietly for hours, watching his partner's chest move with even breathing, waiting for the moment when those brown eyes would open. To be the first person he saw... smiled at... made love to...

"Mr. Chekov..." the Captain began in a warning tone, as he took the steps back down towards the conn.

Both men jumped, realizing they'd just been staring at each other like a couple of love-struck sixteen-year-olds.

"Your report, sir," Chekov said quickly, standing to hand the captain the notepad.

Kirk made a peevish noise as he accepted the report and sat down to peruse it. The ensign folded his hands behind his back and seemed to be waiting patiently for his commander's comments. However, when the chime signalling the end of the shift sounded, he abandoned his pose of patience and reached over to punch in his log-out code into the navigation console.

"Ensign," the captain stopped him.

"Sir," he acknowledged, reluctantly returning to his former position next to the conn.

As the captain took his time reading the report with the navigator fidgeting next to him, Sulu completed his end of shift procedures with a lack of haste that he hoped looked casual.

At just the moment when he didn't think he could stall any longer, the captain finally looked up from the clipboard.

"This is acceptable," he said, sounding somewhat grudging of even that faint praise. "However, tomorrow you'd better come in here with a more serious attitude, Mr. Chekov, and be ready to work. There are a lot of other ensigns who would like a turn at the helm if you're getting bored with a Bridge assignment."

"No, sir," Chekov said, opening his eyes wide. "Of course not, sir."

The intensity and sincerity of this reaction finally seemed to appease the captain. "Dismissed."

Sulu knew that Kirk was only trying to keep the ensign on his toes. Chekov was too good at what he did to waste on a less significant position. The lieutenant smiled as the navigator crossed to join him in the turbo lift. Sulu had a few ideas about some other significant positions he was going to try the ensign in, however...

He waited until the doors closed to take Chekov into his arms for a kiss.

"No." The ensign pulled away unexpectedly. "Not in the 'lift. Someone could walk in on us."

Sulu nearly growled in frustration. "You know," he began, forcing himself to a calm and even tone. "I know it's adjustment for you to go from believing that you're heterosexual to discovering that you're bisexual. I know that you're in a special state right now."

"Yes," the navigator agreed, almost primly.

"Do you know what that state is called?"

"No."

Sulu smiled. "Denial."

"Oh, really?" Once more Chekov's heated look started as a glare and began to melt into a come on.

The doors opened and a tall engineer boarded the lift.

As if to accommodate him, Chekov moved so that he was standing in front of Sulu. The lieutenant thought nothing of it until he felt the navigator's fingers settle on him. The helmsman held his breath as the navigator nonchalantly fondled him, all the time keeping an innocent face to their companion in the 'lift. Sulu couldn't decided if he was hoping the engineer was on the lift for a very short or a very long time.

It turned out that the two of them reached their deck first.

"You are not a nice person," Sulu said adjusting his clothing as they stepped down the hallway to his quarters.

"Then it's a very good thing I'm so great in bed, yes?" Chekov replied smugly.

He smiled as casually took his helm partner's upper arm and piloted him around a juncture in the corridor. "Oh, you are going to get it now," he warned from between his teeth.

The ensign rolled his eyes. "As if that is a threat..."

"We'll see," Sulu replied, keying open his door and escorting his partner inside.

As usual, Chekov left his remaining inhibitions at the door. He fastened himself onto Sulu's lips ravenously, pulling apart reluctantly for the minimal time it took to strip off the various items of their uniforms. Still locked in a kiss, he backed the lieutenant up to the bed and toppled them both over.

Chekov ended up on top, fingers tangling desperately in his partner's hair, gasping as the helmsman's eager teeth bit into his neck. He moaned as the helmsman's skilled hand found his erection. "Do you think we'll ever get tired of this?" he asked.

Sulu was going to tell him to bite his tongue, but at that moment the navigator's tongue was caressing the inner curve of his ear. "Uh... who won the coin toss?"

The ensign paused to blink at him, as he tried to place this cultural reference. "Oh... 'heads or tails'?" He shook his head. "What a disgusting joke."

"Sorry." The lieutenant noted that Chekov's disgust didn't divert him from making a decision and implementing a course of action. He sighed as the navigator's gentle fingers began caressing him, preparing him. He gave his partner a final kiss on the lips before rolling over onto his stomach.

Despite his previous urgency, Chekov suddenly seemed to be intent on taking his time. He was enjoying being in control, readying his lover with exaggerated thoroughness.

Sulu bore it as long as he could, but the light, teasing caresses were making him squirm.

"Uh, any time now," he suggested, trying to downplay his impatience.

"As you wish."

The lieutenant barely had enough time to process this before he found himself suddenly impaled, his lover buried to the hilt inside him. "Oh, my..." he gasped.

The ensign ground into him eagerly. His fingers reached around to play with the helmsman's nipples, bringing them into hard peaks. Sulu moaned under him. This was where he belonged, with Chekov deep inside him. His back arched into his lover. This was it. Exactly what he needed. Fingers dug into his hips, holding on as the navigator thrust into him repeatedly, varying the speed and strength. One would never know he was a mere beginner. An amazingly quick study, that young man was.

Chekov leaned forward to rest his head on Sulu's shoulder, but only briefly. Soon he was licking down his neck, and continuding down his spine. He pounded into the lieutenant as the other man's uncontrollable groans began to come continuously.

Beginner or not, Sulu thought, no lover had ever felt this good to him. He moved back into his partner with every thrust, moaning as each stroke found its way home.

"Yes," he sighed, eyes tightly closed. "Please."

The thrusts came harder and faster in response.

"Perfect," he gasped. "Perfect. You are so perfect..."

A little catch in Chekov's breathing gave him all the warning he needed. As no other lover had ever succeeded in doing so consistently, the sensation of the ensign climaxing inside him, filling him with thrust after warm thrust, brought Sulu to full orgasm as well.

They clung together for a few moments heaving for breath. It didn't seem like there was enough air left in the room to fill their lungs. Finally Chekov collapsed to the mattress, rolling into Sulu's waiting arms.

"Thank you," the lieutenant said, kissing the ensign's damp forehead.

Chekov smiled wearily. "You seemed as though you needed it," he said, mustering a liberal dash of arrogance.

The helmsman's eyebrows went up. "Oh, did I?"

"Yes." The navigator stretched and yawned. "I'm very tired now."

"Well, Mister," the helmsman began in his best command tone, as he reached around him for the lubricant. "You're not going to get anywhere with that attitude."

Chekov opened his eyes. "What?"

"I assume don't want to lose your position here? Do you, Ensign?" he barked.

"No..." the navigator replied slowly, obviously not quite sure what was going on.

"Then assume your position." Sulu rolled Chekov over and pulled him up onto his hands and knees on the mattress. "That's better," he said, moving between the ensign's legs. "Now I want to see you maintaining this position -- and with some enthusiasm -- for the next eight hours.."

"Eight?" the navigator squeaked.

"This is just the beginning of your work shift, mister," the lieutenant informed him.

"Boshe moi." The ensign sighed deeply as he partner began to caress him intimately. "I think I may grow to love overtime..."