Title: Seventeen Forever
Fandom: ST2009
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Summary: The Narada Incident breaks down an important barrier in Sulu and Chekov's budding relationship.
Rating: T for the kissing and the talk of lowemaking---I mean lovemaking, Pavel's speech patterns are getting to me.
The first time they kissed, Chekov was sixteen and Sulu was twenty-one. They'd just graduated from the academy, and it had been completely spontaneous; a product of Pavel's excitement at being top of the class.
When the young Russian had realized what he was doing, he'd pulled away, blushing all the way up to the roots of his hair and confessing, in a broken mix of Russian and English, that he'd been wanting to do that for a "wery, wery long time." In fact, he'd had a crush on Hikaru practically since the day he'd moved in as the older man's roomate.
Sulu had returned (and still returned, actually) the interest, but was rather uncomfortable with the fact that Pavel was still a minor.
Chekov had understood, and decided he could wait.
But now, tonight could be the last night of their lives. Sulu could've died today, flattened into a crater and then disintegrated by the same black hole that consumed Vulcan. Chekov had to face the mortality that haunts all humans, and was now incredibly conscious of the thought that life and death were hanging on the edge of a knife.
That's why he broke down sobbing in the turbolift on the way back to the quarters they shared, and why, when the door to their rooms slid shut behind them, he looked at the object of his affections and said, with surprising resolve, "Ve might noht liwe to see tomohrrow, Heekaru."
"I know, Pav. I know."
"I vill not loose you, newer. It vould kill me." Chekov stepped forward. "Please, make lowe to me."
Sulu closed his eyes, a brief flash of pain crossing his face. Oh, how he wanted to, but he swore he wouldn't, not till Pavel was at least eighteen (one week and three days, and they might not live to see the day!). "Pavel, please. I promised you I wouldn't."
"Ewen vhen ve could be killed at enny moment? I need to hawe zis, hawe you, before I die."
Sulu had barely a moment before Pavel's lips were on his, and the Russian prodigy's hands pulled their hips flush together, soliciting a moan that neither was sure who it came from.
"God, Pav, you feel like heaven," Sulu whispered, pulling away only a little.
Chekov bushed a little, and his blue-green eyes danced in elation at the compliment. "Then tonight is ze night?" /font
Sulu smiled nervously, then turned that smile into a teasing grin. "I think we can get away with it tonight, don't you?" Letting the moment carry him along, he punctuated the question with a slight roll of his hips that made Chekov's eyes widen in surprise.
Surprise turned to sheer joy as Pavel's face lit up and he kissed him again.
Tonight could be the end, or it could only be the beginning, but there wasn't a rule in all of the universe that said it couldn't be one of the best.
And, if it wasn't the last night, well, Chekov wouldn't be seventeen forever.
~end~
Author's Note: This was inspired by the fandom's only Sulu/Chekov video, "Seventeen Forever," by EdithyNeko. If you haven't seen it, go. Now. Anywho, there needs to be more Sukov in the world. Oh, and I'm in love with Anton Yelchin's eyelashes. They're quite lovely.
