A/N: This chapter and the next one are going to be shorter than usual! Sorry! With finals next week, I barely have time to breathe! Again, I apologize about the OOCness that happens occasionally. Bear with me as I get my kicks making everyone ship everyone else. Will eventually be K/S and Sulu/Chekov.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or anything affiliated with it. I am merely a poor, bereft college student.

Chapter Three: Sulu and Kirk

When Helmsman Hikaru Sulu realized what exactly he was standing under, and who exactly he was standing with, he hoped desperately to avoid the situation. Sulu was a swordsman, trained extensively in fencing and other martial arts. He drank whiskey and watched sports holovids from Earth, and liked to work out. That's not to say he didn't appreciate the male form; in fact, it would surprise some to learn he preferred it. And it certainly wasn't that he found the Captain unattractive, not a soul on the Enterprise could deny Jim Kirk's magnetism and striking blue eyes, but it was the principle of the thing.

"Captain," Sulu said under his breath. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we're – "

"I know, Sulu." Jim replied, his voice lowered as well. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

Sulu rolled his eyes. "You're the one who started this whole thing. You had to expect you would get caught under the mistletoe too!"

Jim sighed, amused. "I know, I guess I didn't realize how often I would be under it!"

"For a genius, you're pretty dumb." Sulu deadpanned.

"Tell me about it," Jim grinned. "I say we just ignore this whole thing."

"Hey, I'm not going to protest. Has anyone else noticed?"

Both Sulu and Kirk scanned the bridge crew, their eyes landing on Uhura, who stared back, smiling smugly.

"Well, fuck." Jim said conversationally.

"You don't think she'll actually make us kiss?" Sulu asked suspiciously.

"Unfortunately, she enjoys watching me squirm. I wouldn't test it."

"So," Sulu said, tapping his foot.

"Yeah…"

"Should we just, you know, get it over with?"

"Guess so."

Both men leaned in and endured a short, awkward peck, pulling away as quickly as possible. Sulu scratched the back of his neck and Jim let out a rough cough.

"I think I'll pass on lunch. Maybe hit the rec room. Work the punching bag for a while." Jim murmured.

"Yeah. I need to work on fencing, possibly lift some weights." Sulu responded, averting Jim's eyes. "Poker tonight?"

"Sounds good, I'll tell Bones if you get Scotty." Jim said, staring everywhere but at Sulu.

"Will do."

Sulu and Kirk exited the bridge silently; only to realize they both needed to take the lift. They got in and stood in separate corners, trying to act as nonchalantly as possible. The doors closed, and Jim pushed a button on the console. "Never talk about this again?"

"Talk about what?"

"Good man."

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