"Communication" (INCOMPLETE)
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fairhearingTitle: Communication
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Underage longings, masturbation, lazy unfinishedness
Kink request: "Chekov/Sulu, high school AU. Sexting... and then they actually ~do it~."
Notes: OKAY. This was supposed to be the fill that popped my Sulu/Chekov AU cherry, if you'll pardon the extremely classy metaphor, but I was completely unable to progress to the serious angst --> actual sexting --> sneaking out the night before graduation --> non-penetrative sex in Sulu's car. Thankfully, God sent![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paytofay to us and she filled it properly in her nummy Text Me (NC-17). I am reposting my failfill here strictly for archival purposes.
Pavel still refers to Hikaru as his "brother's friend," even though Nikolai and Hikaru barely even talk in the off-season, and Pavel himself really got to know Hikaru through the physics department -- Hikaru was assigned to be Pavel's "student mentor" when the administration got a hold of his aptitude charts. It sounds a lot fancier than it is -- mostly Hikaru keeps Pavel up-to-date on what his prospective colleges are hoping to see from him in terms of courseload -- but Pavel doesn't care, because it led to him and Hikaru exchanging their first text messages, and Pavel wouldn't give up what's evolved since then for anything in the world.
At first, when Hikaru gave Pavel his phone number and told him he could drop him a text message "any time," with that smile of his, Pavel was just worried. He already couldn't understand why good-looking and popular senior Hikaru Sulu, the school's best third-baseman, adored by teachers and parents and half the student body, hadn't defaulted to sniffing and rolling his eyes at the ignoble fate of having to associate with a lowly sophomore, especially one as hopelessly nervous as Pavel.
Pavel's first reaction himself, in fact, was to sniff -- to tell himself he didn't need help from some Ivy-obsessed fake who was just trying to fatten up the "student leadership" section of his college applications. This, he knows now, was because it was clear that Hikaru had all the luxuries necessary to be cruel without consequence, and Pavel already liked him so much, had liked him ever since he was a kid going to his brother's little league games, grasping tight to the fence and watching Hikaru and Niko execute breathless double-plays. He didn't think he could handle it if Hikaru turned out to be just another smirking jock who acted like he was doing Pavel a favor by ignoring him, like so many of his brother's friends did once they were under the school's fluorescent lights. Like Nikolai himself.
But it was nothing like Pavel expected. Hikaru shook his hand in the guidance office with an expression that seemed almost bashful, laughing and telling the guidance counselor that he and Pavel already knew each other. Pavel already knew he was in trouble when his heart soared at those words.
Hikaru walked him back to his locker and asked how sophomore year was going so far, what colleges Pavel was thinking of, whether he had kept up with the violin lessons he'd been taking as a kid. Pavel answered as best he could, mostly flustered and glancing around to see if anyone was watching, because this obviously went against all kinds of unspoken rules, didn't it?
It was thrilling, but also made Pavel feel kind of queasy -- which was a pretty good summation of talking to Hikaru in general, he quickly figured out. Especially when Hikaru stayed to give him his phone number, laughing when Pavel pushed up his sleeve to write it on his forearm alongside the day's homework assignments.
"Sorry," Pavel said, feeling his face go hot. "I forget things otherwise."
"Don't be sorry, that's the best thing I've ever seen," Hikaru said, grinning, and Pavel felt his stomach swoop.
Hikaru was actually the first one to send a text, later that night ("hey kid, i forgot to give you that list of electives"), which was equal parts thrill and relief, because Pavel was never going to work up the nerve to make first contact.
Since the beginning he's followed complicated rules about texting Hikaru: never send two messages in a row, wait at least two minutes between replies, try not to be the first to text, always be the last to reply. He never expected Hikaru to seem to enjoy talking to him, though. In fact, he still can't figure out how this happened, how he and Hikaru went from a few messages before and after guidance sessions to texting for an hour every night, Pavel sitting crosslegged on his bed, the overhead lights off and the door locked, his heart pounding as he waits for the little beep of Hikaru's reply.
At first he was desperate to keep Hikaru talking and asked him every question about the physics program he could think of, terrified of the day the subject would be exhausted completely. But now they talk about everything. They talk about school and teachers and how they feel like cattle sometimes when colleges size them up. They talk about the news, and about physics, which Hikaru loves but doesn't talk to his friends about ("i try to avoid seeming excessively asian" he once joked, in a way that made Pavel wonder if high school was hard for Hikaru, too). They talk about their families, and sometimes they just talk about ideas and life and the future, and those are the times Pavel loves most of all, when his fingers tremble on the buttons of his phone and his chest aches with everything he wants from Hikaru.
He spends his days in constant disbelief at his own luck, breathless at the chance of seeing Hikaru in the hallway between classes or when he's about to leave for his AP courses at the local college, dreading the day Hikaru regains his senses. He spends his nights curled up around his phone, grinning down at the screen. When he touches himself, Hikaru's words are running through his head -- "god have mercy you're smart" and "nothing, you're just adorable" and " i love talking to you about this stuff." When he comes, he whimpers Hikaru's name.
... THEN THEY HAD SEX.
THE END. -_-
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Underage longings, masturbation, lazy unfinishedness
Kink request: "Chekov/Sulu, high school AU. Sexting... and then they actually ~do it~."
Notes: OKAY. This was supposed to be the fill that popped my Sulu/Chekov AU cherry, if you'll pardon the extremely classy metaphor, but I was completely unable to progress to the serious angst --> actual sexting --> sneaking out the night before graduation --> non-penetrative sex in Sulu's car. Thankfully, God sent
paytofay to us and she filled it properly in her nummy Text Me (NC-17). I am reposting my failfill here strictly for archival purposes.Pavel still refers to Hikaru as his "brother's friend," even though Nikolai and Hikaru barely even talk in the off-season, and Pavel himself really got to know Hikaru through the physics department -- Hikaru was assigned to be Pavel's "student mentor" when the administration got a hold of his aptitude charts. It sounds a lot fancier than it is -- mostly Hikaru keeps Pavel up-to-date on what his prospective colleges are hoping to see from him in terms of courseload -- but Pavel doesn't care, because it led to him and Hikaru exchanging their first text messages, and Pavel wouldn't give up what's evolved since then for anything in the world.
At first, when Hikaru gave Pavel his phone number and told him he could drop him a text message "any time," with that smile of his, Pavel was just worried. He already couldn't understand why good-looking and popular senior Hikaru Sulu, the school's best third-baseman, adored by teachers and parents and half the student body, hadn't defaulted to sniffing and rolling his eyes at the ignoble fate of having to associate with a lowly sophomore, especially one as hopelessly nervous as Pavel.
Pavel's first reaction himself, in fact, was to sniff -- to tell himself he didn't need help from some Ivy-obsessed fake who was just trying to fatten up the "student leadership" section of his college applications. This, he knows now, was because it was clear that Hikaru had all the luxuries necessary to be cruel without consequence, and Pavel already liked him so much, had liked him ever since he was a kid going to his brother's little league games, grasping tight to the fence and watching Hikaru and Niko execute breathless double-plays. He didn't think he could handle it if Hikaru turned out to be just another smirking jock who acted like he was doing Pavel a favor by ignoring him, like so many of his brother's friends did once they were under the school's fluorescent lights. Like Nikolai himself.
But it was nothing like Pavel expected. Hikaru shook his hand in the guidance office with an expression that seemed almost bashful, laughing and telling the guidance counselor that he and Pavel already knew each other. Pavel already knew he was in trouble when his heart soared at those words.
Hikaru walked him back to his locker and asked how sophomore year was going so far, what colleges Pavel was thinking of, whether he had kept up with the violin lessons he'd been taking as a kid. Pavel answered as best he could, mostly flustered and glancing around to see if anyone was watching, because this obviously went against all kinds of unspoken rules, didn't it?
It was thrilling, but also made Pavel feel kind of queasy -- which was a pretty good summation of talking to Hikaru in general, he quickly figured out. Especially when Hikaru stayed to give him his phone number, laughing when Pavel pushed up his sleeve to write it on his forearm alongside the day's homework assignments.
"Sorry," Pavel said, feeling his face go hot. "I forget things otherwise."
"Don't be sorry, that's the best thing I've ever seen," Hikaru said, grinning, and Pavel felt his stomach swoop.
Hikaru was actually the first one to send a text, later that night ("hey kid, i forgot to give you that list of electives"), which was equal parts thrill and relief, because Pavel was never going to work up the nerve to make first contact.
Since the beginning he's followed complicated rules about texting Hikaru: never send two messages in a row, wait at least two minutes between replies, try not to be the first to text, always be the last to reply. He never expected Hikaru to seem to enjoy talking to him, though. In fact, he still can't figure out how this happened, how he and Hikaru went from a few messages before and after guidance sessions to texting for an hour every night, Pavel sitting crosslegged on his bed, the overhead lights off and the door locked, his heart pounding as he waits for the little beep of Hikaru's reply.
At first he was desperate to keep Hikaru talking and asked him every question about the physics program he could think of, terrified of the day the subject would be exhausted completely. But now they talk about everything. They talk about school and teachers and how they feel like cattle sometimes when colleges size them up. They talk about the news, and about physics, which Hikaru loves but doesn't talk to his friends about ("i try to avoid seeming excessively asian" he once joked, in a way that made Pavel wonder if high school was hard for Hikaru, too). They talk about their families, and sometimes they just talk about ideas and life and the future, and those are the times Pavel loves most of all, when his fingers tremble on the buttons of his phone and his chest aches with everything he wants from Hikaru.
He spends his days in constant disbelief at his own luck, breathless at the chance of seeing Hikaru in the hallway between classes or when he's about to leave for his AP courses at the local college, dreading the day Hikaru regains his senses. He spends his nights curled up around his phone, grinning down at the screen. When he touches himself, Hikaru's words are running through his head -- "god have mercy you're smart" and "nothing, you're just adorable" and " i love talking to you about this stuff." When he comes, he whimpers Hikaru's name.
... THEN THEY HAD SEX.
THE END. -_-
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Date: 2010-04-25 02:17 am (UTC)What can i do to
threatenpersuade you to finish this? T_____________T(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-30 06:09 am (UTC)Hmm, that actually sounds kind of cool, haha.
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Date: 2010-04-25 04:22 am (UTC)And don't be down on yourself! Complete or incomplete, this is fantastic and charming! :D
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Date: 2010-04-30 06:10 am (UTC)And a shy Sulu, come to think of it.
I LIKE THEM BEING EVERYTHING REALLY.
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Date: 2010-04-25 05:08 am (UTC)This is awesome!
They are sooooooo cute!!!!!!!
(and if you continue, I would not be adverse... :D)
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Date: 2010-04-30 06:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-25 03:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-30 07:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-05-03 10:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-05-09 12:31 am (UTC)I have been trying to scrape up like, even a thin film of the rest of this from the bowels of my brain, but coming up with nothing. ;__; M-maybe someday?
Thank you regardless ♥