FIC: Shaped by the Stars (2/7) - (PG-13) - Star Trek AOS
Title: Shaped by the Stars (2/7)
Author: Zippit
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Character(s)/Pairing(s): James T. Kirk/Hikaru Sulu
Rating: PG-13
Content Notes: N/A
Word Count: 1,247 / 10,691
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed within are not mine. This is merely a loving response to the original work.
Author’s Notes: This has been a challenge to write but it's been fun. I hope people enjoy.
Summary: At the conclusion of their third five year mission, it's not just Jim that gets a promotion.
Hikaru can’t believe it’s already the end of their third five year mission. It only seems like yesterday they were heading back to Earth after defeating Nero. The admiralty’s going to try and pin another medal on Jim and he’s fighting them all the way. He presses a hand to the cool glass of the window in their shared apartment then steps back toward the kitchen.
They’re never here often enough so the place smells like dust and disuse. It’s why they don’t have any pets. Maybe one day when they’re both retired but that’s a long way off yet. Hikaru refused to have his house barren of plants and they fill the house with their scent and splendor. His sisters take turns coming over and watering them when he’s gone. He knows it’s a lot to ask, they have lives of their own, but they haven’t said no so far.
It’s quiet and feels empty since Jim’s not here. He had a slew of meetings today and probably won’t end up back til late tonight. It’s the burden of command and for a while there, it didn’t seem like Jim would ever fully understand the scope of what they expected of him or what came along with the title of captain. How things are different now.
Hikaru grins as he steps onto the cool tile of their kitchen and pours himself a mug of Cardassian tea. He wanders next into the living room to settle on the couch with his legs stretched out before him. He flips on the holo to some random channel and sinks back into the comfort of the couch.
That first time exploring the Enterprise together had somehow turned into a thing they did, just the two of them. When they had the time and weren’t on shift, they made a point of meeting on a random deck and seeing what they could discover about this ship they were in charge of. Despite his demeanor, Hikaru’s a fucking smart guy and keeping up with Jim while they learned the ship from bow to stern wasn’t difficult. They’re all geniuses in their own right. Jim’s just the one with the luck.
Somewhere along the way, friendship had turned into something more. Their inability to stay away from each other during their off hours probably had something to do with it. Hikaru wasn’t going to turn Jim away but he never expected it to have lasted this long. He’d heard of Jim’s reputation and it wasn’t anything to laugh at. Commitment and Jim just didn’t go together in the same sentence. There was also that little issue of commanding officer and fraternization rules.
He smiles slightly as he remembers how Jim always made a point to ask him out when he wasn’t in the role of Captain. It was a very Jim gesture. His eyes flick toward the screen when he hears mention of James Kirk. It’s the same old, same old speculation of what’s going on in the personal life of one James Kirk. It’s not like they want the real truth or else Hikaru would’ve been found out already. Jim doesn’t make a habit of flaunting their relationship and despite all the media attention centered on the bridge crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise, little real truth about their personal lives has been made public fodder.
It’s all a little too neat and tidy. They’ve probably had help from the higher ups who didn’t want the images of their crew of saviors tarnished. It’ll probably come back to haunt them when they start doing stuff that pulls them out of favor, but that point hasn’t come yet.
He takes a sip of his tea and it’s like a fireball went down his throat. He coughs and sits upright to smack himself in the chest. He forgets the punch Cardassian tea always packs. He clears his throat and when he can breathe again he hears Jim’s name coming again from the holo.
Nothing but the typical fluff piece talking about some of the more dangerous missions they’ve been on and what Jim plans to do now that he’s back on Earth. It’s the same thing he’s heard a million times. He’s surprised everyone isn’t as tired of them as he is. There’s never anything new. The details may change but that’s about it.
The front door slides open and Hikaru cranes his head against the back of the couch to see who it is. There’s really only one person who it should be but you never know. It is one Jim Kirk and he’s trying to hide a grin though not very hard. Hikaru sets his tea down and shifts to look at him better over the back of the couch. “You’re early. Something happen?”
“Not particularly. I was able to cut out earlier than normal ‘cause the old windbags finally realized what a waste of time their meeting was.” Jim shrugs. He has one hand behind his back, which only makes Hikaru more suspicious.
“Uh huh.” He watches Jim walk closer and the smirk he’s been holding back finally breaks free. “And that was the only reason?”
“Aww, haven’t you known me long enough to know better?”
“Jim. Tell me you didn’t cause an incident?”
“Of course I didn’t. We’ve gone on enough diplomatic missions that I know better.” Hikaru still half expects a comm from Uhura notifying him of exactly what Jim did, the regulations he broke, and what Hikaru would have to con Jim into doing to fix it all. He tosses something at Hikaru and he’s left scrambling to stop it from beaning him in the head.
He comes up with a small deep grey box inscribed with the Starfleet insignia. He turns it over in his hands. “Did they finally pin something on you?”
“Nah,” Jim’s voice says from beside him on the couch. “And the reason I got out early was ‘cause Pike decided he’d had enough of seeing my face.”
Hikaru laughs. He could see it being all too true. He flips the box open and blinks when he sees command stripes nestled on blue fabric. An arm drapes along his back and Jim’s voice is against his ear. “They did however decide to pin some extra stripes on you, Hikaru.”
The words are followed by a wet tongue tracing a line above his collar. He’ll find out later that the rest of the bridge also received promotions but right now that’s the last thing he’s thinking about. A hand slides under his shirt and up his chest as Jim nips at his neck. He shudders and leans back into Jim’s warmth while his brain struggles to process what’s happening. “But…how-why?”
“Pike did some convincing.” There’s a wealth of things unsaid. Starfleet would never hesitate to promote them and has already tried countless times. They would also not hesitate in taking them away from the Enterprise, away from Jim, and all the good they could do together. “Let’s talk about it later. I want to celebrate.”
“Only in it for yourself, huh?”
“Hey, you’re the one that signed on and hasn’t looked back since.”
Hikaru rolls his eyes and lets himself be tugged around by Jim’s firm touch and quicksilver hands. He drops the box containing his command stripes and reaches instead for Jim. His warmth and touch mean much more than command stripes. With Jim, it’s them and the stars and nothing else compares.
Author: Zippit
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Character(s)/Pairing(s): James T. Kirk/Hikaru Sulu
Rating: PG-13
Content Notes: N/A
Word Count: 1,247 / 10,691
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed within are not mine. This is merely a loving response to the original work.
Author’s Notes: This has been a challenge to write but it's been fun. I hope people enjoy.
Summary: At the conclusion of their third five year mission, it's not just Jim that gets a promotion.
Hikaru can’t believe it’s already the end of their third five year mission. It only seems like yesterday they were heading back to Earth after defeating Nero. The admiralty’s going to try and pin another medal on Jim and he’s fighting them all the way. He presses a hand to the cool glass of the window in their shared apartment then steps back toward the kitchen.
They’re never here often enough so the place smells like dust and disuse. It’s why they don’t have any pets. Maybe one day when they’re both retired but that’s a long way off yet. Hikaru refused to have his house barren of plants and they fill the house with their scent and splendor. His sisters take turns coming over and watering them when he’s gone. He knows it’s a lot to ask, they have lives of their own, but they haven’t said no so far.
It’s quiet and feels empty since Jim’s not here. He had a slew of meetings today and probably won’t end up back til late tonight. It’s the burden of command and for a while there, it didn’t seem like Jim would ever fully understand the scope of what they expected of him or what came along with the title of captain. How things are different now.
Hikaru grins as he steps onto the cool tile of their kitchen and pours himself a mug of Cardassian tea. He wanders next into the living room to settle on the couch with his legs stretched out before him. He flips on the holo to some random channel and sinks back into the comfort of the couch.
That first time exploring the Enterprise together had somehow turned into a thing they did, just the two of them. When they had the time and weren’t on shift, they made a point of meeting on a random deck and seeing what they could discover about this ship they were in charge of. Despite his demeanor, Hikaru’s a fucking smart guy and keeping up with Jim while they learned the ship from bow to stern wasn’t difficult. They’re all geniuses in their own right. Jim’s just the one with the luck.
Somewhere along the way, friendship had turned into something more. Their inability to stay away from each other during their off hours probably had something to do with it. Hikaru wasn’t going to turn Jim away but he never expected it to have lasted this long. He’d heard of Jim’s reputation and it wasn’t anything to laugh at. Commitment and Jim just didn’t go together in the same sentence. There was also that little issue of commanding officer and fraternization rules.
He smiles slightly as he remembers how Jim always made a point to ask him out when he wasn’t in the role of Captain. It was a very Jim gesture. His eyes flick toward the screen when he hears mention of James Kirk. It’s the same old, same old speculation of what’s going on in the personal life of one James Kirk. It’s not like they want the real truth or else Hikaru would’ve been found out already. Jim doesn’t make a habit of flaunting their relationship and despite all the media attention centered on the bridge crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise, little real truth about their personal lives has been made public fodder.
It’s all a little too neat and tidy. They’ve probably had help from the higher ups who didn’t want the images of their crew of saviors tarnished. It’ll probably come back to haunt them when they start doing stuff that pulls them out of favor, but that point hasn’t come yet.
He takes a sip of his tea and it’s like a fireball went down his throat. He coughs and sits upright to smack himself in the chest. He forgets the punch Cardassian tea always packs. He clears his throat and when he can breathe again he hears Jim’s name coming again from the holo.
Nothing but the typical fluff piece talking about some of the more dangerous missions they’ve been on and what Jim plans to do now that he’s back on Earth. It’s the same thing he’s heard a million times. He’s surprised everyone isn’t as tired of them as he is. There’s never anything new. The details may change but that’s about it.
The front door slides open and Hikaru cranes his head against the back of the couch to see who it is. There’s really only one person who it should be but you never know. It is one Jim Kirk and he’s trying to hide a grin though not very hard. Hikaru sets his tea down and shifts to look at him better over the back of the couch. “You’re early. Something happen?”
“Not particularly. I was able to cut out earlier than normal ‘cause the old windbags finally realized what a waste of time their meeting was.” Jim shrugs. He has one hand behind his back, which only makes Hikaru more suspicious.
“Uh huh.” He watches Jim walk closer and the smirk he’s been holding back finally breaks free. “And that was the only reason?”
“Aww, haven’t you known me long enough to know better?”
“Jim. Tell me you didn’t cause an incident?”
“Of course I didn’t. We’ve gone on enough diplomatic missions that I know better.” Hikaru still half expects a comm from Uhura notifying him of exactly what Jim did, the regulations he broke, and what Hikaru would have to con Jim into doing to fix it all. He tosses something at Hikaru and he’s left scrambling to stop it from beaning him in the head.
He comes up with a small deep grey box inscribed with the Starfleet insignia. He turns it over in his hands. “Did they finally pin something on you?”
“Nah,” Jim’s voice says from beside him on the couch. “And the reason I got out early was ‘cause Pike decided he’d had enough of seeing my face.”
Hikaru laughs. He could see it being all too true. He flips the box open and blinks when he sees command stripes nestled on blue fabric. An arm drapes along his back and Jim’s voice is against his ear. “They did however decide to pin some extra stripes on you, Hikaru.”
The words are followed by a wet tongue tracing a line above his collar. He’ll find out later that the rest of the bridge also received promotions but right now that’s the last thing he’s thinking about. A hand slides under his shirt and up his chest as Jim nips at his neck. He shudders and leans back into Jim’s warmth while his brain struggles to process what’s happening. “But…how-why?”
“Pike did some convincing.” There’s a wealth of things unsaid. Starfleet would never hesitate to promote them and has already tried countless times. They would also not hesitate in taking them away from the Enterprise, away from Jim, and all the good they could do together. “Let’s talk about it later. I want to celebrate.”
“Only in it for yourself, huh?”
“Hey, you’re the one that signed on and hasn’t looked back since.”
Hikaru rolls his eyes and lets himself be tugged around by Jim’s firm touch and quicksilver hands. He drops the box containing his command stripes and reaches instead for Jim. His warmth and touch mean much more than command stripes. With Jim, it’s them and the stars and nothing else compares.