It takes Jim a while to figure out why Sulu looks so familiar, but when he does he tells Bones, and the look on Bones' face is so totally worth it.
"Is there anyone you haven't slept with?" Bones grumbles. He's allowed to ask the question because there was that one time in their first month of Starfleet Academy when they got spectacularly shitfaced and ended up pantless on the floor next morning. Jim likes to call it the turning point in their friendship; Bones says it was the first time he realised how much of a pain in the ass Jim can be.
After that incident, Jim had decided to see who else's pants he could get into, which turned out to be pretty much everyone he went after. Uhura remained uncrackable, but most of the other cadets were more than happy to help a fellow out, and Bones' accusations of Jim sleeping with everyone he met were not that far off the mark. Not true, not by a long shot, but -- Jim banged a lot of his graduating class, and the classes ahead of and behind him as well. And a couple teachers. But that's not the point.
He met Hikaru Sulu, though not by name, outside of Starfleet Academy entirely. It was some holiday, Jim sure as hell wasn't going home, and Bones had refused to let Jim embarrass him all evening, so Jim was off somewhere in San Francisco getting shitfaced and hitting on the locals, who seemed less than impressed with his Midwestern drawl but very intrigued by his equal opportunity flirtations. Sulu had been at the bar when Jim walked in, and very pointedly checked him as Jim crossed the room. Jim ordered something strong - he can't remember what exactly - and then he'd turned to Sulu and spouted some one-liner.
Sulu had shaken his head. "Actions speak louder than words," he'd said. "Buy me a drink and then you'll get somewhere."
Jim bought him a drink. Just the one, since he'd been pretty broke then, but Sulu opened up pretty fast after that. He asked if Jim knew much about the nightlife scene, listened to his answer very attentively, and then pulled him off to some bar Jim had never seen his life where the music pulsed and the bartender had eleven visible appendages, mixing glowing blue drinks in oddly-shaped glasses.
Jim had several. Sulu paid, or spoke to the bartender or something, and they just kept coming. At some point he opened his mouth and Sulu said something about his tongue glowing, and Jim had knocked back the rest of his drink and asked if Sulu wanted to see if anything else was glowing. And that led to fast, sloppy blowjobs at the end of a hallway, somehow without getting caught, and vague plans to meet again that fell through because Jim couldn't remember enough in the morning.
He says, "I wonder if Sulu remembers that?"
Bones snorts. "You're memorable enough," he says, and it's supposed to sound like an insult but Jim recognises the encouragement underneath.
He goes and finds Sulu, who turns up in the greenhouse, sexually harassing some kind of fern. Jim says, "I was looking for you, but maybe I should leave the two of you alone."
"Has that ever stopped you before?" Sulu asks, easy and joking.
"So I think a couple years ago we got drunk and sucked each other off in a bar in San Francisco," Jim continues. "But that's true of me and a lot of people, so I wanted to check and make sure I wasn't confusing you with someone else."
"You know, I thought you looked familiar," Sulu replies. "That would explain it."
Jim grins. That was easier than he'd expected. "I was wondering if you'd be up for another round some time," he says.
Sulu ceases sexually harassing the fern, crosses his arms, looks Jim up and down. "Gonna buy me a drink first?"
"One of the benefits of being Captain is that I don't have to," Jim says. "I get my booze for free. I'll share, though."
"You've got yourself a deal," Sulu says, and walks over to Jim and grabs him, kisses him only somewhat unexpectedly. It's short and hot and derails all of Jim's trains of thought and then Sulu pulls back and smirks. "Yeah, I think this'll work out well."
Bones says Jim has no subtlety, but as Jim watches Sulu saunter off, he thinks that subtlety's pretty overrated. It's the first impression that really counts.
FILLED - Memorable
"Is there anyone you haven't slept with?" Bones grumbles. He's allowed to ask the question because there was that one time in their first month of Starfleet Academy when they got spectacularly shitfaced and ended up pantless on the floor next morning. Jim likes to call it the turning point in their friendship; Bones says it was the first time he realised how much of a pain in the ass Jim can be.
After that incident, Jim had decided to see who else's pants he could get into, which turned out to be pretty much everyone he went after. Uhura remained uncrackable, but most of the other cadets were more than happy to help a fellow out, and Bones' accusations of Jim sleeping with everyone he met were not that far off the mark. Not true, not by a long shot, but -- Jim banged a lot of his graduating class, and the classes ahead of and behind him as well. And a couple teachers. But that's not the point.
He met Hikaru Sulu, though not by name, outside of Starfleet Academy entirely. It was some holiday, Jim sure as hell wasn't going home, and Bones had refused to let Jim embarrass him all evening, so Jim was off somewhere in San Francisco getting shitfaced and hitting on the locals, who seemed less than impressed with his Midwestern drawl but very intrigued by his equal opportunity flirtations. Sulu had been at the bar when Jim walked in, and very pointedly checked him as Jim crossed the room. Jim ordered something strong - he can't remember what exactly - and then he'd turned to Sulu and spouted some one-liner.
Sulu had shaken his head. "Actions speak louder than words," he'd said. "Buy me a drink and then you'll get somewhere."
Jim bought him a drink. Just the one, since he'd been pretty broke then, but Sulu opened up pretty fast after that. He asked if Jim knew much about the nightlife scene, listened to his answer very attentively, and then pulled him off to some bar Jim had never seen his life where the music pulsed and the bartender had eleven visible appendages, mixing glowing blue drinks in oddly-shaped glasses.
Jim had several. Sulu paid, or spoke to the bartender or something, and they just kept coming. At some point he opened his mouth and Sulu said something about his tongue glowing, and Jim had knocked back the rest of his drink and asked if Sulu wanted to see if anything else was glowing. And that led to fast, sloppy blowjobs at the end of a hallway, somehow without getting caught, and vague plans to meet again that fell through because Jim couldn't remember enough in the morning.
He says, "I wonder if Sulu remembers that?"
Bones snorts. "You're memorable enough," he says, and it's supposed to sound like an insult but Jim recognises the encouragement underneath.
He goes and finds Sulu, who turns up in the greenhouse, sexually harassing some kind of fern. Jim says, "I was looking for you, but maybe I should leave the two of you alone."
"Has that ever stopped you before?" Sulu asks, easy and joking.
"So I think a couple years ago we got drunk and sucked each other off in a bar in San Francisco," Jim continues. "But that's true of me and a lot of people, so I wanted to check and make sure I wasn't confusing you with someone else."
"You know, I thought you looked familiar," Sulu replies. "That would explain it."
Jim grins. That was easier than he'd expected. "I was wondering if you'd be up for another round some time," he says.
Sulu ceases sexually harassing the fern, crosses his arms, looks Jim up and down. "Gonna buy me a drink first?"
"One of the benefits of being Captain is that I don't have to," Jim says. "I get my booze for free. I'll share, though."
"You've got yourself a deal," Sulu says, and walks over to Jim and grabs him, kisses him only somewhat unexpectedly. It's short and hot and derails all of Jim's trains of thought and then Sulu pulls back and smirks. "Yeah, I think this'll work out well."
Bones says Jim has no subtlety, but as Jim watches Sulu saunter off, he thinks that subtlety's pretty overrated. It's the first impression that really counts.