Hikaru doesn't laugh. He gasps, because Pavel squeezes him, and doesn't laugh, remembering that Pavel's in the less-than-half of Starfleet Academy who didn't sleep with Cadet Extraordinaire Jim Kirk. "He, yeah, he's good," Hikaru says, as one of the more-than-half who did.
"He is something of an expert," Pavel says, and Hikaru can hear that smirk. "And he has that mouth." He underscores this with a little flutter of fingers, as if imitating the motion of lips; Hikaru can't help it, he moans out a laugh, and Pavel sucks in an affronted breath. "I knew--"
"No, no," Hikaru struggles to say, with hands and words both. "No, he's a good choice."
"So you do not think I am, responding, inappropriately, to authority?" Pavel's getting breathless, punctuating the sentence with gasps, but Hikaru boggles that he can say something that complicated by now.
"I can't be doing this right," he replies, twisting his hand and feeling the answering shudder, "if you can even say that." He runs his thumb in the crease behind the head, and gets a gratifying moan. "And no, I, no. Kirk is..." Hikaru can't quite form words about Jim Kirk while Pavel's thighs tighten around his, but he pictures Kirk watching them, blond hair mussed and blue eyes avid, and fuck but the thought's so hot he moans too.
"Yes, that." Pavel leans on Hikaru's chest, getting closer, maybe getting tired of talking. "You always do this right, better than right," he says so matter-of-factly it's Hikaru's turn to blush hotter than the flush of sex all over his skin. "And, you know the Captain already, and he will be, not careless, easy. Easygoing."
Easy's accurate too, but Hikaru is seriously low on words at the moment.
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:41 am (UTC)Hikaru doesn't laugh. He gasps, because Pavel squeezes him, and doesn't laugh, remembering that Pavel's in the less-than-half of Starfleet Academy who didn't sleep with Cadet Extraordinaire Jim Kirk. "He, yeah, he's good," Hikaru says, as one of the more-than-half who did.
"He is something of an expert," Pavel says, and Hikaru can hear that smirk. "And he has that mouth." He underscores this with a little flutter of fingers, as if imitating the motion of lips; Hikaru can't help it, he moans out a laugh, and Pavel sucks in an affronted breath. "I knew--"
"No, no," Hikaru struggles to say, with hands and words both. "No, he's a good choice."
"So you do not think I am, responding, inappropriately, to authority?" Pavel's getting breathless, punctuating the sentence with gasps, but Hikaru boggles that he can say something that complicated by now.
"I can't be doing this right," he replies, twisting his hand and feeling the answering shudder, "if you can even say that." He runs his thumb in the crease behind the head, and gets a gratifying moan. "And no, I, no. Kirk is..." Hikaru can't quite form words about Jim Kirk while Pavel's thighs tighten around his, but he pictures Kirk watching them, blond hair mussed and blue eyes avid, and fuck but the thought's so hot he moans too.
"Yes, that." Pavel leans on Hikaru's chest, getting closer, maybe getting tired of talking. "You always do this right, better than right," he says so matter-of-factly it's Hikaru's turn to blush hotter than the flush of sex all over his skin. "And, you know the Captain already, and he will be, not careless, easy. Easygoing."
Easy's accurate too, but Hikaru is seriously low on words at the moment.