A/N: This is a tiny ficlet based off of a prompt-based drabble community on Livejournal called Bridge2sickbay. The idea is that you have 20 minutes to choose from a list of prompts, write what the prompt inspires, and post to the community. You then take 10 minutes to read the various responses before the next round begins. This is my first attempt for the community and I found it more fun than I'd expected.
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Sulu rushed into his quarters and began removing his uniform before the hatchway was even fully closed.
As he dove into the large bed currently holding his irate lover, he heard an irritated squawk followed by a rush of heavily accented words. All he was able to make out of the jumble was "-two hours late!" and "-your fucking idea" before he dove under the covers and set about giving the most impressive apology blowjob of his life.
Sulu dodged an attempted kick to the head and held the twisted legs down firmly as he set to work.
A gasp of surprise, several increasingly fractured complaints, and a long, low groan later, Sulu suspected that he was making some headway towards forgiveness.
After taking several moments to recover following his orgasm, Chekov raised his head up enough to gaze down his own body at a thoroughly repentant Sulu.
"You are forgiven, Hikaru, now please release the restraints."
Sulu was quick to obey and winced slightly as he watched Chekov sit up and massage his wrists and shoulders briskly. The skin where the cuffs had been secured was reddened and chafed.
Chekov saw the expression and caught Sulu's head in his hands, drawing the other man in for a long kiss. "And if you ever leave me tied up while you answer a red alert klaxon again you will regret it."
Sulu smiled. Though Chekov's words suggested threat, they also implied that there would be a next time.
Excellent.