Fic: Liminality
Story Title: Liminality
Author:
arcane_lark
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Chekov
Warnings: Men in drag, quantum physics references.
Summary: Chekov is having a bit of an end-of-adolescence identity crisis and doesn't know which part of himself to follow. Kirk shows him that you don't always have to choose. Written for this prompt on the Kink Meme.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
He’s fucking gorgeous.
That’s pretty much the only thing that Chekov’s brain can process at the moment, considering the rapid redirection of blood flow from his head to his cock.
Sure, he could blame it on being eighteen and perpetually horny, but there’s no point in lying to himself like that.
It’s because Captain James T. Kirk is standing in front of the mirror in his quarters, pausing in his application of shockingly red lipstick because he’d expected to have another minute or two before Chekov got there.
And because said Captain James T. Kirk is wearing retro women’s lingerie that Chekov’s only ever seen pictures of before, and never on men.
He has a black corset on-a real one, with lacing that must have been nearly impossible to do up by himself. Thin garters snake down over (ohgod) red ruffled panties and hold up fishnet stockings that make the Jim’s legs go on for miles, culminating in stiletto heels that force his ass out just the slightest bit in order to maintain balance.
And he’s staring, black-lined eyes locked on Pavel’s in the mirror. His gaze flicks down to the obvious tent in the ensign’s pants and all shock disappears from those eyes.
He returns to what he was doing, carefully applying the lipstick and touching it up with his finger before he turns around and Pavel thinks he might just die on the spot.
Because Jim doesn’t look like his usual self, but he doesn’t look like a girl, either-the corset doesn’t cover his chest fully, and the dusting of hair is still there, and his face is still undeniably male, but god, those lips look like they were just made to suck cock, especially when they curve into a seductive smile, and Pavel thinks he might already be dead and this is just the afterlife.
Internally, Jim congratulates his instincts yet again, along with his brilliant powers of observation and unparalleled sense of timing, because even if he’d misjudged the time it would take Pavel to get from the end of his shift on the bridge to Jim’s quarters, he arrived at the perfect moment.
He starts walking toward Pavel, carefully placing his feet one directly in front of the other so that his hips swing in a manner that might be illegal on some planets.
Pavel opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out because all he can focus on is how incredibly erotic the sight in front of him is, and how hard his cock is.
And then Jim is directly in front of him, towering over him even more than he usually does, and he bends down just slightly and kisses Pavel, his lips smooth and slick and tasting like something between man and woman, and Pavel finally gets it.
It’s not about being either. It’s about being everything all at once, the way Schrödinger’s cat is alive and dead at the same time, except with this it’s okay to look, because right here and now he doesn’t have to choose among all of the possibilities.
Jim pulls away, and Pavel’s hand reaches up to touch his lips as his tongue pokes out to taste what’s been left behind.
And then they’re falling on the bed and Pavel’s uniform is gone and those red, red, lips are finally fulfilling their purpose, and then the ruffled panties are pulled down and Jim fucks Pavel, carefully and deliberately because there’s no need to rush.
They’re curled together on the bed, both in a daze. Neither one of them has any inclination to move-after all, the possibilities will still be there when they wake up.
Author:
arcane_lark
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Chekov
Warnings: Men in drag, quantum physics references.
Summary: Chekov is having a bit of an end-of-adolescence identity crisis and doesn't know which part of himself to follow. Kirk shows him that you don't always have to choose. Written for this prompt on the Kink Meme.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
He’s fucking gorgeous.
That’s pretty much the only thing that Chekov’s brain can process at the moment, considering the rapid redirection of blood flow from his head to his cock.
Sure, he could blame it on being eighteen and perpetually horny, but there’s no point in lying to himself like that.
It’s because Captain James T. Kirk is standing in front of the mirror in his quarters, pausing in his application of shockingly red lipstick because he’d expected to have another minute or two before Chekov got there.
And because said Captain James T. Kirk is wearing retro women’s lingerie that Chekov’s only ever seen pictures of before, and never on men.
He has a black corset on-a real one, with lacing that must have been nearly impossible to do up by himself. Thin garters snake down over (ohgod) red ruffled panties and hold up fishnet stockings that make the Jim’s legs go on for miles, culminating in stiletto heels that force his ass out just the slightest bit in order to maintain balance.
And he’s staring, black-lined eyes locked on Pavel’s in the mirror. His gaze flicks down to the obvious tent in the ensign’s pants and all shock disappears from those eyes.
He returns to what he was doing, carefully applying the lipstick and touching it up with his finger before he turns around and Pavel thinks he might just die on the spot.
Because Jim doesn’t look like his usual self, but he doesn’t look like a girl, either-the corset doesn’t cover his chest fully, and the dusting of hair is still there, and his face is still undeniably male, but god, those lips look like they were just made to suck cock, especially when they curve into a seductive smile, and Pavel thinks he might already be dead and this is just the afterlife.
Internally, Jim congratulates his instincts yet again, along with his brilliant powers of observation and unparalleled sense of timing, because even if he’d misjudged the time it would take Pavel to get from the end of his shift on the bridge to Jim’s quarters, he arrived at the perfect moment.
He starts walking toward Pavel, carefully placing his feet one directly in front of the other so that his hips swing in a manner that might be illegal on some planets.
Pavel opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out because all he can focus on is how incredibly erotic the sight in front of him is, and how hard his cock is.
And then Jim is directly in front of him, towering over him even more than he usually does, and he bends down just slightly and kisses Pavel, his lips smooth and slick and tasting like something between man and woman, and Pavel finally gets it.
It’s not about being either. It’s about being everything all at once, the way Schrödinger’s cat is alive and dead at the same time, except with this it’s okay to look, because right here and now he doesn’t have to choose among all of the possibilities.
Jim pulls away, and Pavel’s hand reaches up to touch his lips as his tongue pokes out to taste what’s been left behind.
And then they’re falling on the bed and Pavel’s uniform is gone and those red, red, lips are finally fulfilling their purpose, and then the ruffled panties are pulled down and Jim fucks Pavel, carefully and deliberately because there’s no need to rush.
They’re curled together on the bed, both in a daze. Neither one of them has any inclination to move-after all, the possibilities will still be there when they wake up.