Author Note: OK, I enjoyed writing this immensely, but as a warning now, this is probably the most suggestive work I've ever had the guts to write. It could probably be worse, but I'm trying to keep my work relatively clean. Anyway, hope you like it. This oneshot was requested by Val B who gave me the great idea for this drabbles, so the credit really does partly go to them. Hope this is ok.

Clothes

Sulu was, to put it in the nicest way possible, bored out of his mind. Diplomatic meetings had never and were never going to be his forte, and he usually spent most of them imagining what else he could be doing with the time he was wasting listening to boring people argue, most of the activities including or revolving round Chekov, which- in Sulu's opinion- was never a bad thing. The helmsman did his best to look engrossed as he watched with a detached interest as the two opposing parties', The Ioak and The Thran, argued with each other about taxes and land boundaries.

Little could be said about the recent war between the two sides apart from that they'd been fighting for so many years, no-one could really remember what the original fight was about, keeping the war going through finger pointing and petty accusations and costing the planet much in terms of economical instability and political corruption. It was for these reasons and others that the two sides had recently decided to attempt a truce, inviting the Federation to act as an unbiased mediator to settle any arguments that should spring up. So far, it was not going well. Years of animosity between the sides made for uncomfortable scenes in the meeting rooms, where the blued skinned Ioak and green skinned Thran each accused the other for the issues the war had caused. It was more childish bickering then anything violent, but it was still a drag, and Sulu was sure he'd been in the beige walled room listening to the two go on at each other for at least several hours.

In fact, the only thing making this trip bearable was the presence of Sulu's colleague – and boyfriend- Pavel Chekov. The Russian had accompanied Sulu, Kirk and Spock down to the planets surface, but even his presence was proving of some distraction to the helmsman. The problem was Chekov's clothes. They'd all been made to dress up in some smart uniform. That it itself was bad, regardless of how they'd seemed to have supplied Chekov with a uniform a size or two too small. Obvious someone hated Sulu and wanted to see him suffer. There could be no other explanation for the helmsman's dilemma as he was forced to sit next to the Russian, trying hard not to notice his taunting dress uniform. The golden top and pitch-black trousers clung to Chekov like a second skin, the material innocently accentuating all the major parts of the navigator that Sulu was drawn to, causing his mind to jump quickly into warp as soon as Chekov's figure caught his eye. Every time he even thought about Chekov and the outfit he was wearing, he felt an uncomfortable tightness in the most obvious places, and there was nothing to distract his perverted eyes from running themselves over Chekov's lithe form, lingering slowly on the details in a way that was anything but subtle - the curve of the Russian's neck, dipping down in a smooth slope down to his collarbone, faintly defined chest muscles evident through the tight material of his shirt, slim taught thighs…- before very quickly remembering he was in a public place. Was it getting hotter in here? He coughed briskly and reasserted himself, but his mind had other ideas and seemed to have no issue with wandering away from the scene he was currently watching -of the two parties continuing to argue, Kirk trying to quietly intervene with a tone of authority- onto a scene played inside his head that he liked a lot better, imagining Chekov carding slender fingers roughly through the helmsman's tussled hair, the Russian's lips bruised red from kissing as he moved his body closer to Sulu's, muttering Russian into Sulu's ear as he began trailing deep biting kisses down the helmsman's exposed neck…

"Hikaru? Are you ok?" Sulu felt himself being dragged from his sordid fantasies, and for a moment he felt something akin to irritation before he realised it was Chekov, the navigator having turned round to look at him with eyes of concern.

The Tran leader who was talking either did not hear them or paid them no heed, soldiering on with his speech with the stubbornness of a bull as he continued to outline his lucrative plans for development, while the Ioak representative heckled and jeered at his comments while Kirk tried to shush him and Spock pointed out the futility of attempting to jeopardise another's plans. The very picture of diplomacy.

"Yeah" Sulu managed to mutter, averting his gaze from that of the eighteen year old. If he looked at Chekov now, he'd lose all control he was managing to keep, and would probably jump the Russian here and now if he wasn't surrounded by people. "Yeah, I'm ok"

"You sure?" Chekov persisted, his eye's watching Sulu suspiciously for any sign of a lie "You look a bit flushed"

Do I? Sulu considered faintly as his mind drifted back to Chekov's uniform, zoning surprisingly quickly out of the conversation as he imagined himself removing it teasingly from Chekov's body, starting with the gold braided tunic and black undershirt and working his way down from there.

Shit, does my mind not have a filter? He cursed to himself. This is unbearable

Sulu let out a soft groan, tinged with desperation but also a painful longing, which was having an uncomfortable effect on his body. "God, Chekov, why'd you have to wear that uniform?"

Chekov's expression turned from one of concern to confusion, looking down at his uniform with worried blue eyes "Vhy? I thought you said you liked it?"

Does he have to be so bloody innocent? If anything, the look of confusion and adorable naivety on Chekovs face made him even more attractive if that were possible, and Sulu had to avert his eyes again as images of passion and exhilaration again filled his mind.

"I do" he paused, swallowing before muttering quietly, so that no-one but Chekov would hear- not that he needed to bother, Kirk and Spock were both more interested in keeping the meeting violence free then what the Enterprise's helm officers were talking about- "That's the whole problem"

"Oh." Understanding coloured Chekov's tone as a metaphorical light bulb made itself known above the Russians head, realising why Sulu had a problem.

For a few seconds, he was quiet, the only sound that of the Tran arguing in a guttural growl with the smug looking Ioak representative, before Sulu saw a wicked gleam surface in his blue eyes, a light he knew all too well, and a sight that usually spelled trouble for the elder helmsman. Chekov was just as bored as Sulu was, having spent most of the meeting staring blankly at an uneven patch of wall with his head in his hands. It looked now like he'd found some form of entertainment as Sulu scanned the young mans smiling face, and the helmsman guessed he wasn't going to like it. Chekov had a secret love of practical jokes and mischievous games, which for the most time fortunately stayed buried under the other layers of his personality. Now it seemed his boredom had caused it to resurface.

The Russian leaned in closer to Sulu- no one else paying much attention to the two Starfleet officers- and whispered sultrily in the helmsman's ears, in a voice so loaded with suggestion it was very hard not to notice.

"So, what are you going to do about your...problem?"

Sulu groaned as Chekov whispered wickedly into his right ear, saying, in the right tone and inflection, exactly what his body wanted to hear, and exactly what his self-conscious mind didn't. Now was not the best time. Sulu felt his trousers tighten uncomfortably, and he forced himself to turn around and look at Chekov, who was grinning subtly with an expression of complete innocence, Sulu cursing the fact that that the Russian had to show traces of his teenage hormones now. He may have been a fully-fledged member of Starfleet, but Chekov was still eighteen and therefore still prone to the unpredictability of his emotions and his body hormone balance. The fact still was that they were both very horny (Sulu might not have been eighteen but he was still a hot blooded male), and Chekov was completely taking advantage of the situation.

"Pav, stop it," Sulu whispered back, glad everyone else's attention was diverted elsewhere: the captain discussing with withering patience the correct attitudes and protocol for a polite discussion to the petulant Ioak leader, who seemed to have gone too far with his heckling and jeering. "That's playing dirty"

A grin spread across Chekovs face and he leaned his lips in closer so that they were almost touching Sulus ear. Sulu tried not to think about his proximity too much, but it was getting hard. " I though you liked me like that...all dirty...and rough" The image that that comment had planted in Sulus mind was definitely not helping, and he groaned inaudibly as his sordid mind comforted itself with all the things he would get to do to Chekov once he got out of here, images that definitely were not for sharing in polite conversation.

" Jesus. This isn't the best time Pavel"

" Anytime is a good time" came Chekov's smug reply, the grin of triumph never leaving his face. He knew what his comments were doing to Sulu and he was damn well enjoying it, his hand moving from where it had been propping up his head to slipping under the table, touching Sulus thigh tauntingly. " What are you waiting for?" His voice dropped lower, said in a soft whisper like conversations between lovers, which Sulu supposed was one way of describing their relationship, and his hand moved up higher, too close to the key area for Sulu not to get a definite reaction at the touch. " Ravage me"

No matter how much he was trying to stay in control, that comment definitely did more things to him then it should have done, and in a split second before common sense kicked in, he seriously considered taking Chekov right there and then, ripping those too tight clothes from his body, before he remembered the other people on the room and that if he did such a thing he would at the very least be severely reprimanded, not to mention the embarrassment of having his superiors seeing such an act. He shuddered at the thought, and that helped him clear his head for a moment. He didn't have a problem with Chekov acting like this, it was just the place. If it were anywhere else, they would seriously be half naked by this point.

" Stop acting like a child!" he hissed at Chekov, trying to keep what little control he still had. He knew Chekov would respond to the comment, and with a little luck, he might be able to hold off taunting Sulu till they got out of this bloody meeting. The end couldn't come soon enough.

Unfortunately, his words came out louder then expected, and the Tran and Ioak representatives turned mid-argument with each other to look at Sulu, assuming he was talking to them. Chekov moved away quickly, trying not to look suspicious and Sulu coloured an attractive shade of red as Spock and Kirk turned to look at them, also.

"Do you have something to add to this debate, Mr Sulu?" Spock asked, raising an eyebrow. For a moment, Sulu floundered like a fish out of water, caught out without any speak-able excuse, the Tran and Ioakian looking at him for a reply. There was no way he could explain that he was taking to Chekov to get him to stop moving his hand further up his thigh.

"Actually, I happen to agree with Sulu" Sulu whipped round to look at his captain quizzically, but Kirk just smiled in a way that told Sulu he knew what he was doing before turning back to face the aliens " you're both behaving like children with all this constant bickering, and obviously as you cannot reach an agreement and will not let us help you, I'm afraid we must withdraw our offer of assistance." Kirk paused to allow the information to sink in before turning to his first officer "Mr Spock, alert Scotty to beam four back up"

" But Captain," the Tran said, standing up and looking distressed, his yellow eyes widening within the green scales of his skin " you said you would help us. We need to stop this war between us. Gaining rights to their land would drastically improve food production so we can feed our people. Surely you do not deny us this?"

" I too agree" the Ioakian interrupted, looking from Kirk to Spock beseechingly, the two having got up out of their chairs to leave. He glared at the Tran momentarily, before remembering his argument. " We need access to the minerals dikironium and tritium for our economic and social rebuilding, and therefore need peace to secure mining rights"

Spock looked at Kirk, but the captain showed little sign of movement. He was waiting for something.

The Tran paused for a moment before sitting back down again " We are willing to talk"

The Ioakian looked at the Tran, as though unsure, before he too sat down " As are we"

Kirk looked at the two as he and Spock sat down again, pulling their chairs closer towards the table and the Vulcan returning his communicator to its normal place. Kirk cast a quick look at Sulu and Chekov, as though trying to figure something out, before sighing. He sensed he really didn't want to know the answer to his question.

" Gentlemen," he said to the representatives, leaning forward with his hands clasped on the table. " I think that's the first sensible thing you've said all day. Now, to business"

*

The meeting could not have ended sooner in Sulus eyes, but thankfully it ended quicker then the first half, with the Ioak and Tran at least taking their first steps of the road to peace. It would be many generations before the two could count themselves as friends, but at least it was a start on the way there. It didn't really stop their disagreements, but one look from Kirk and they quickly quietened into something resembling grudging respect. Even if they weren't happy about it.

Sulu left the room with the feeling that he was again breathing oxygen again after running on a low supply. The world seemed free, less stuffy as he was no longer trapped in that room, and he had a definite idea of what to do with his newfound freedom. Several ideas. Chekov came out after him, looking just as relieved-and Sulu couldn't help but notice his very tight uniform- had it somehow gotten tighter? -, and smiled at him with a suggestion. Sulu was definitely going to take the offer.

Kirk turned to look at both of them, considering mentioning what had happened in the meeting, but he decided against it, feeling the atmosphere between the two men. He supposed he owed them one, what with them helping secure the deal between the Ioak and the Tran – in a roundabout way- and with a knowing look he sighed.

" We're going to be transporting back up within the hour, but as this planet has good ...recreation areas. I suggest we take advantage of the fact" he fixed his gaze on his two helm officers trying not to make too obvious- for Spock's sake- what he was offering "why don't you two go off and I'll show Spock round?"

Sulu didn't need to be told twice, his mind already at warp and his body reacting accordingly (and he hoped to God his superior officers hadn't notice this not-too-small detail) and with a thankful nod at Kirk, he grabbed hold of Chekov's hand and pulled him away.

Spock raised an eyebrow as he watched the two walk off rapidly, Sulu almost dragging Chekov away from Kirk and Spock. "Recreation, Captain?"

Kirk shook his head, not wanting to go into the subtext that had been the base of the helm officer's actions throughout the meeting, and not wanting to talk about it with Spock of all people. He supposed Chekov and Sulu deserved his silence; he couldn't blame them. If he had had a steady partner who he cared for – both physically and emotionally- as much as his pilot and navigator did for each other, he'd find it hard to keep his head on important matters. " I'll explain when we get back"

*

Chekov didn't know where Sulu was taking him, but allowed himself to be dragged down the corridor and away from the Captain and Spock, thankful that they were now alone together, something he'd been waiting all day for. Sulu's grip was tight as he led him down another corridor, away from the rest of the building and the offices and ministerial rooms that were contained in it. He knew vaguely where Sulu was leading him; the rooms down here predominantly empty as they were used by night workers, and a perfect place not to be heard.

Sulu pulled Chekov into a room at random, his eyes quickly scanning the room for any occupants as he closed the door with a twist of the handle and a turn of the lock, pulling down the thick coloured blinds that covered the window in the door. He felt some privacy was called for, and even he was a bit uncomfortable with the idea of being caught by some poor unsuspecting worker doing unspeakably intimate things with his partner.

Before Chekov could say anything, he found himself pinned harshly against the wall, their bodies painfully close, and he groaned as he felt Sulu move up against him, the helmsman's lips meshing with his own as he pushed the Russians arms back against the wall as well, pinioning them on either side. Chekov responded greedily, pushing his lips back against Sulu's, bruising his lips with the sudden force of his passion, and Sulu was having trouble controlling his need, his total desire to have Pavel right now, right here. He pulled himself back and Chekov let out a short moan of disappointment that went straight to where it was most unnecessary. Sulu didn't think he could get more aroused, considering he'd sat through the whole meeting with his uncomfortable predicament.

He considered lingering, doing it slowly, making Chekov pay for his suffering, teasing him into teetering on the edge, making Chekov beg, but in his present condition he didn't think he could last that long and by the look on the Russians face, neither could Chekov.

He let go of Chekov's arms, and moved his hands downwards, feeling the heat of Chekov's skin as he attempted to pull the shirt over Pavel's head, wanting to be closer, needing the contact of skin on skin, feeling the heat of the Russians chest and moulding with it, pushing close, their lips devouring each other in a battle for dominance neither was winning, the kisses getting more and more frantic, rapid breathing out of sync with each other.

"Too many layers" he muttered breathily, quickly removing the other undershirts the Russian had on, Chekov doing the same to him, both frantic for the contact. He saw Chekov smile in a way that nearly sent him over the edge, his hair ruffled and eyes glowing with an animalistic passion that he rarely saw.

" I should wear this again then?" Chekov asked, and then moaned as Sulus teeth nipped his neck, sucking the skin, right there, over his pulse, Chekov moving to card his fingers roughly through Sulu's hair. Sulu growled in reply, pushing closer against Chekov, running his hands down over the Russians bare chest, tempting, closer and closer to what he knew they both wanted- needing the passion, the exhilaration, the moment of two people sharing something so deep and so special- his lips meeting again with Chekov as he made his answer quite clear.

Chekov couldn't help thinking that if he got this sort of reaction from Sulu every time he wore this uniform, then he definitely should consider wearing it more often.

---Thoughts? I have some doubts, so con-crit would be appreciated.