FIC: Star Trek 2009: McCoy/Kirk - Heat (NC-17) 1/1
Title: Heat
Pairings: McCoy/Kirk
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's too hot for sex. But you know Jim isn't going to let that stop him.
Notes: Just properly reposting some old st_xi_kink meme fills I wrote. This was first posted here.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of these characters. I simply dabble in this toybox.
"What is wrong with the environmental controls?" Jim complained for the third time that hour. He had already harassed everyone on the ship who might feasibly be able to do something about it, but Scotty had warned the captain that they might mutiny if he didn't leave Engineering alone to try and fix the problem.
So Jim had shown up in the Medbay, pestering Bones until his shift ended.
Right now, the ship was stranded in open space until its malfunctioning areas could be repaired, and most of the crew was on stand-by. Those in Medical weren't even busy, aside from those in the crew who were sensitive to the higher temperatures, and therefor being treated for various forms of heat stroke while Engineering scratched their heads over the problem.
"Jim, shut up," Bones moaned from beside him. They were both stripped down naked and lying in bed beside one another. They weren't touching. It was just too damned hot. They were sweating; their skin was hot and sticky, and the thought of touching something else that was hot and sticky was completely unappealing.
Jim scowled in return, reaching over and flicking Bones on the nose. Bones just lazily batted at the motion, feeling it was too hot to even retaliate.
"Damn it, Jim," he complained in his customary way, but it came out half-hearted.
"I'm bored," Jim protested, rolling over onto his front and punching his pillow. Bones turned on his side and raised an eyebrow, staring at Jim. It was really quite unfair, he thought to himself, that Jim could look so appealing, even with his behavior making Bones contemplate strangling him.
His skin was lovely and golden, shining with beads of sweat, and his body was well formed. The bones of Jim's back, shifting beneath his skin were a treat to watch as he tried to make himself comfortable and failed.
Unable to help himself, Bones reached across and pressed his hand to the small of Jim's back, fingers dipping down to his spine and tracing along its contours.
Jim groaned quietly as the touch. Either because Bones' touch never failed to arouse him, or because of the feel of heat-on-heat, Bones was unsure. But he didn't much care. If Jim was bored, he might as well do something to entertain him- and hopefully keep his mouth busy.
Bones would be the first to admit that a decent percentage of the times he seduced Jim, he was trying to get him to shut up. Jim, he was sure, knew, but didn't seem to care.
"You want to do this now?" Jim asked softly, groaning as Bones' fingers slipped lower, spreading the cheeks of his ass and tracing over his hole.
"You're complaining about sex now?" Bones asked in utter disbelief, sitting up on his side, supporting himself with his arm bent at the elbow.
"When it's this hot, you bet I am," Jim mumbled into his pillow, but in contradiction, he pushed his backside back up into Bones' hand. "Doesn't mean I want you to stop."
Bones realized that in his shock, his fingers has stopped moving. With an amused chuckle, he resumed his caresses, one fingertip pressing into Jim's body tentatively- the accumulated sweat aiding its entry only just barely.
"I am not fucking you in this heat," he said after a moment, pulling his hand back and playfully slapping Jim's ass, enjoying the view of seeing the way it moved under the pressure.
"Tease," Jim said as he rolled onto his side once more and faced his lover. The air was oppressively heavy in the heat, but this didn't stop Jim from slowly shifting over and pressing his mouth to Bones' lips.
Both of them were hard by now, and Jim's fingers were wrapping themselves around Bones' length, lazily tugging at the sensitive flesh while, at the same time, trying not to exert himself.
Bones dropped down to lie flat against the bed once again, leaning back into the kiss. If there was one thing that could be said about Leonard "Bones" McCoy, it was that he was one damn fine kisser. Jim never turned down an opportunity to steal a kiss or twelve from him. His lips were the perfect shape and size as far as Jim was concerned, and he had a wicked tongue, whether by words or by the way he kissed.
Their bodies were slowly gravitating towards one another, hot and sticky skin, radiating heat but still yearning to be touched and touch in return.
"Please," Jim pleaded quietly into the kiss, his teeth lightly nipping at Bones' bottom lip. Bones realized that his hand had been resting on Jim's hip, stroking it gently, but not moving towards Jim's erection in the least.
"Sorry," he grunted in apology, dragging Jim closer until the front of their bodies were touching one another. He slid his hand down to Jim's groin and took hold of his cock, teasing its head with his thumb the way he knew Jim liked it.
"We're just getting hotter now," Jim murmured, tongue reaching out and licking Bones' neck as his hips jerked towards Bones' hand.
"And stickier," Bones agreed. If it were perhaps five degrees cooler in the room, he'd have ignored the oppressive heat and held Jim down as he fucked him, but he was feeling lethargic from the temperature, and the thought of moving that much was abhorrent.
The two moved in unison, hands and hips sliding against one another as they slowly reached their climax, orgasm hitting them both only moments apart.
Jim panted against Bones' shoulder before slowly pulling away to stretch out across the bed, no longer touching. Bones, in truth, was relieved, because being that near to one another was almost reaching unbearable.
"We're a mess," Jim complained with a tired chuckle, running his hand down his stomach to wipe off Bones' release.
"Too tired to get anything to wipe it up," Bones murmured in agreement, his eyes closing of their own volition.
"Mm," Jim hummed softly, his head lolling to the side as the two drifted off to sleep, "I hope Scotty has this fixed by the time we wake up."
"Me too," Bones concurred, forcing his eyes open a little to look at the soft smile gracing Jim's lips. "It's been too long since I've fucked you properly." It came out half-asleep and half-mumbled, but he knew Jim understood him, as he drifted off to sleep to the sound of Jim's tired laughter.
Pairings: McCoy/Kirk
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's too hot for sex. But you know Jim isn't going to let that stop him.
Notes: Just properly reposting some old st_xi_kink meme fills I wrote. This was first posted here.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of these characters. I simply dabble in this toybox.
"What is wrong with the environmental controls?" Jim complained for the third time that hour. He had already harassed everyone on the ship who might feasibly be able to do something about it, but Scotty had warned the captain that they might mutiny if he didn't leave Engineering alone to try and fix the problem.
So Jim had shown up in the Medbay, pestering Bones until his shift ended.
Right now, the ship was stranded in open space until its malfunctioning areas could be repaired, and most of the crew was on stand-by. Those in Medical weren't even busy, aside from those in the crew who were sensitive to the higher temperatures, and therefor being treated for various forms of heat stroke while Engineering scratched their heads over the problem.
"Jim, shut up," Bones moaned from beside him. They were both stripped down naked and lying in bed beside one another. They weren't touching. It was just too damned hot. They were sweating; their skin was hot and sticky, and the thought of touching something else that was hot and sticky was completely unappealing.
Jim scowled in return, reaching over and flicking Bones on the nose. Bones just lazily batted at the motion, feeling it was too hot to even retaliate.
"Damn it, Jim," he complained in his customary way, but it came out half-hearted.
"I'm bored," Jim protested, rolling over onto his front and punching his pillow. Bones turned on his side and raised an eyebrow, staring at Jim. It was really quite unfair, he thought to himself, that Jim could look so appealing, even with his behavior making Bones contemplate strangling him.
His skin was lovely and golden, shining with beads of sweat, and his body was well formed. The bones of Jim's back, shifting beneath his skin were a treat to watch as he tried to make himself comfortable and failed.
Unable to help himself, Bones reached across and pressed his hand to the small of Jim's back, fingers dipping down to his spine and tracing along its contours.
Jim groaned quietly as the touch. Either because Bones' touch never failed to arouse him, or because of the feel of heat-on-heat, Bones was unsure. But he didn't much care. If Jim was bored, he might as well do something to entertain him- and hopefully keep his mouth busy.
Bones would be the first to admit that a decent percentage of the times he seduced Jim, he was trying to get him to shut up. Jim, he was sure, knew, but didn't seem to care.
"You want to do this now?" Jim asked softly, groaning as Bones' fingers slipped lower, spreading the cheeks of his ass and tracing over his hole.
"You're complaining about sex now?" Bones asked in utter disbelief, sitting up on his side, supporting himself with his arm bent at the elbow.
"When it's this hot, you bet I am," Jim mumbled into his pillow, but in contradiction, he pushed his backside back up into Bones' hand. "Doesn't mean I want you to stop."
Bones realized that in his shock, his fingers has stopped moving. With an amused chuckle, he resumed his caresses, one fingertip pressing into Jim's body tentatively- the accumulated sweat aiding its entry only just barely.
"I am not fucking you in this heat," he said after a moment, pulling his hand back and playfully slapping Jim's ass, enjoying the view of seeing the way it moved under the pressure.
"Tease," Jim said as he rolled onto his side once more and faced his lover. The air was oppressively heavy in the heat, but this didn't stop Jim from slowly shifting over and pressing his mouth to Bones' lips.
Both of them were hard by now, and Jim's fingers were wrapping themselves around Bones' length, lazily tugging at the sensitive flesh while, at the same time, trying not to exert himself.
Bones dropped down to lie flat against the bed once again, leaning back into the kiss. If there was one thing that could be said about Leonard "Bones" McCoy, it was that he was one damn fine kisser. Jim never turned down an opportunity to steal a kiss or twelve from him. His lips were the perfect shape and size as far as Jim was concerned, and he had a wicked tongue, whether by words or by the way he kissed.
Their bodies were slowly gravitating towards one another, hot and sticky skin, radiating heat but still yearning to be touched and touch in return.
"Please," Jim pleaded quietly into the kiss, his teeth lightly nipping at Bones' bottom lip. Bones realized that his hand had been resting on Jim's hip, stroking it gently, but not moving towards Jim's erection in the least.
"Sorry," he grunted in apology, dragging Jim closer until the front of their bodies were touching one another. He slid his hand down to Jim's groin and took hold of his cock, teasing its head with his thumb the way he knew Jim liked it.
"We're just getting hotter now," Jim murmured, tongue reaching out and licking Bones' neck as his hips jerked towards Bones' hand.
"And stickier," Bones agreed. If it were perhaps five degrees cooler in the room, he'd have ignored the oppressive heat and held Jim down as he fucked him, but he was feeling lethargic from the temperature, and the thought of moving that much was abhorrent.
The two moved in unison, hands and hips sliding against one another as they slowly reached their climax, orgasm hitting them both only moments apart.
Jim panted against Bones' shoulder before slowly pulling away to stretch out across the bed, no longer touching. Bones, in truth, was relieved, because being that near to one another was almost reaching unbearable.
"We're a mess," Jim complained with a tired chuckle, running his hand down his stomach to wipe off Bones' release.
"Too tired to get anything to wipe it up," Bones murmured in agreement, his eyes closing of their own volition.
"Mm," Jim hummed softly, his head lolling to the side as the two drifted off to sleep, "I hope Scotty has this fixed by the time we wake up."
"Me too," Bones concurred, forcing his eyes open a little to look at the soft smile gracing Jim's lips. "It's been too long since I've fucked you properly." It came out half-asleep and half-mumbled, but he knew Jim understood him, as he drifted off to sleep to the sound of Jim's tired laughter.