Re: It's been known to happen, 3/?blcwriterApril 29 2010, 16:12:51 UTC
There’s more groaning and thumping on Jim’s side of the wall later that night-the same one-sided noises, and isn’t that interesting, because it’s rare that he’d pick up the same partner two nights in a row, not when there’s been some lovely servers with whom he’d been flirting and talking back at the luau-whatever-it-was. Leo himself had come home on his own, since Sherrilla and K’tan had another party at their club and he hadn’t felt like a string of new fucks-but he’s seeing them for breakfast tomorrow at their place, and who knows where the morning will lead.
He listens-and doesn’t hesitate to stroke himself off to the sound of Jim’s pleasure, the sound of the shifting and occasionally really loud gasps that come through the wall. He can only imagine, and yet it seems kind of odd, because this is their first shore leave and he’s heard all sorts of things about Jim as a lover and yet … it all seems kind of foreshortened from what he’d imagine, though it certainly goes on longer than Leo can, whacking off. He comes all of a sudden at a long, needy groan, almost a whine and a whack of Jim’s palm on the wall, the sound so helpless that all he can wonder is what it might be like to be the cause of that face and he’s got to know, all of a sudden-is it a man or a woman? Are they sucking him off or fucking him into the mattress? Are they riding him hard, or gripping his balls so he can’t come and it hurts and he needs to cum so very badly? His cum jets so hard it dots the underside of his chin, caught up as his is in the fantasy of just who it is that is fucking his captain-best friend-unobtainable fantasy object.
He’s again unsatisfied and thinking hunh-what the hell-when Jim hits the sonics not three minutes later. He always used to take forever in the hot water shower when he had partners with him in the room. Surely being Captain hasn’t made him that resource-conscious, that he’d deny his partner that bit of pampering.
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His breakfast takes place in the open-air market, lush and full of plantings and birds. He’s read things about old Marrakech, and he sometimes wonders if this is what it was like, pampered rich people sipping their coffee and greeting each other and spending hours eating copious food as they while the time. Certainly his breakfast companions are something to look at.
“Isn’t that your Captain?” K’tan asks, and hey, sure as shit, there is Jim. He stands up and hollers, waves, and Jim turns around, waves back. He’s got a small cup of coffee, a bag of pastries in hand. He’d meant to invite Jim to dinner or a meal with these two, maybe more, but then hell, like always, he’d gotten shy, because this was Jim Kirk, and he’d chickened out.
Jim saunters over, his pleasant captainly smile on his face. “Hey, guys. How’s it going?”
There’s greetings, and Sherilla asks him to sit. “Yeah, take a load off, Jim, you weren’t going to eat by yourself, were you?” Leo asks as Jim takes in the tableau of three. “I don’t want to interrupt. You three seem to have plans.”
K’tan gives him a leer, though it’s an awfully sweet one.
“You would be welcome.”
Jim laughs, but again, something’s off. “Thanks for the invite, but no. I’m going to make my own way. You three have a great day.”
He’s gone before Leo can say a word about it just being breakfast, since really, he can’t recall the last time the two of them sat down and ate just the two of them, really-seems like ever since they set back out on this mission, it’s been one thing or another, though Jim still stops in to his office to check in on him and make sure he’s okay with the aviaphobia and being in space thing. He’ll have to just talk to Jim when he gets back to the ship, really make sure they make some time to hang out.
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As expected, his post-breakfast activities are completely delightful, but mindful of the weird way Jim’s been acting, he tells the two he doesn’t know about getting together again, because “well, Jim’s my best friend and I’ve been kind of giving him short shrift a little bit lately, I guess, and I think he’s maybe pissed.” Sherilla, with her bartender’s eye, says “I do not think he is angry at you.”
Re: It's been known to happen, 4/5blcwriterApril 29 2010, 16:16:36 UTC
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When he beams aboard, Scotty’s manning the transporter. “I won’t pardon myself for saying you look well and thoroughly fucked, Doctor. ‘Tis a good look on you, didn’t think you actually had a smile in your possession.”
“It’s been known to happen,” Leo answers, because, well, it has. Back at the Academy, mostly, but still-- he’s been known to get lucky-been known to get epically teased about it too, mostly by Jim, who’d even once teased Bones about what he’d have to do to earn one of those post-coital Bones smiles, to which Bones had teased back “Not if you were the last asshole in Gamma Quadrant, Jim Kirk.”
Oh.
Oh.
That was pretty much about the point Jim had stopped propositioning him and just fallen back to the same mild flirtation he had with everyone else.
Oh. Fuck.
“Is Jim on board?”
Scotty nods. “Aye.” He punches something onto his keypad. “His quarters.”
Leo swallows his pride, not to mention the lump of all this time wasted that’s risen high in his throat. “And is his company with him?”
Scotty’s brows furrow. “He hasnae brought anyone back with him to the ship this whole time doctor, at least not that I’ve heard.”
Leo can feel his brow flushing. “Oh. I thought I heard …”
Scotty waves… “Ah, ‘tis a big ship. Never believe what you hear.”
Wise words. He heads off toward Jim’s quarters, new determination in check.
Re: It's been known to happen, 5/6blcwriterApril 29 2010, 16:18:41 UTC
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He can hear the groaning and thumping from outside the door but it’s no Risan mute or something equally kinky and uncharitable that Leo’s imagination’s dreamed up because he’s a cowardly asshole who long ago cut off his own chance at the knees because he’s a mean jerk who knew Jim had self-esteem issues and took no’s for absolute no’s. And an absolute no from his best friend-well. There it is, and now Leo’s here.
He’s already a bit hard, despite all the recent exercise, recalling what he’d been thinking about last night as he’d brought himself off last night, and his hands shake as he keys in the CMO override, then lets himself in to Jim’s quarters, ever so quiet, then hits the thumblock behind him.
Fortunately, Jim’s sprawled out on the bed, and apparently that first night’s walk after that romp at the bar netted him a vibrating dildo and a few other things laid out on the bed that the kid hasn’t bothered to play with, since he’s busy stroking that thing in and out of his ass, one hand braced on the wall and a cock ring keeping his long, slender cock from exploding too soon.
He’s flushed red-his pale skin blotchy-uneven-one knee practically up in his armpit and one foot braced on the bed. His breath is choppy and harsh, groaning and not sounding particularly pleased with this means of experimentation, though it’s clear he’s at least using plenty of lube and from Leo’s increasingly nearer vantage point to the bed, he’s stretched himself well and hasn’t been hurting himself. As Leo draws closer, Jim groans again and punches the wall in frustration, his eyes screwed shut and expression unhappy before he reaches down and starts to go for the cock ring. Leo’s on the bed in a second, still amazed Jim hasn’t heard him come in.
“Leave it on for a bit.” He couples the command with a firm grip on Jim’s cock, that and his hand over Jim’s on the vibrating dildo. As he slides it all the way out, then teases the rim of Jim’s hole as Jim gapes at him, wide-eyed, Leo notes with no small amazement that the toy is very close to the dimensions of his own cock, something Jim, as his former roommate, would certainly have some idea of.
Re: It's been known to happen, 6/7 fucking comment length blocksblcwriterApril 29 2010, 16:19:54 UTC
“I…” is all the response Jim gets out before Leo shuts him up with a kiss, climbing all the way onto the bed so he can kneel before Jim and decide how long he can draw this out for the kid before he really, absolutely, has to just can’t wait any long has to just come. After Leo’s morning, he’s sorry, but it’s going to be a few hours before he can really get going again. If he wears Jim out now, it’ll give him some time to catch up.
While he’s kissing Jim senseless, he finds the lube and drizzles it over Jim’s cock-he won’t go too hard on the man, but a little stroking there will drive the kid wild. He fingers the tip and the slit, circling and teasing, and Jim writhes and arches as he does the same thing with the dildo, dialing the thing down to the lowest speed setting and just circling it, in and out of the first ring of muscle. As hoped, Jim whimpers and bucks into the motion a little, needing more in both directions, and Leo doesn’t bother to hush the “mmm, now, let me,” that comes out of his mouth. When Jim’s whining so much that there are decibels yet undiscovered going on in the room-something he’s not telling Spock, ever-he switches it up, and speeds up his hand over Jim’s cock, his grasp still more gentle than firm as he turns up the speed on the vibrator and moves it deeper into Jim’s ass.
“Can you hold your knees up for me?” he asks, the “darlin’” slipping out of god knows where, and Jim’s pupils, already blown, go totally black. Good to know.
Jim’s legs are trembling, his lower back arched to take the toy in all the way, and he can’t seem to decide if he’s going to watch or throw his head back because he can’t breathe. Leo can tell that he’s hitting the prostate on every damned stroke, and the advantage of toys like this is it does leave you both hands and the chance to match up your actions, so for every bump and twist against the lump of Jim’s prostate, he presses down hard over the tip of Jim’s cock, a motion that elicits a needier groan or a “Bones” or sometimes just an inarticulate wheeze every time and goddamn, but he’s gorgeous. He could watch the way Jim’s muscles and sinews curve over the long bones of his body, the way his skin flushes and the way his eyes and teeth glint-and damn, he’s a romantic bastard, because he just can’t help but lick and kiss some of the bits he can reach, that and not lose some of the rhythm that’s going to drive intergalactic playboy James T. Kirk wild.
At last though, Jim whines, his cock angry and red, his voice so needy as he says-practically begs “Bones,” and yeah, that’s enough. He unsnaps the ring, pulls out the toy, and replaces his fingers inside Jim’s well-lubed, loose hole, stroking him through with a “You gonna come for me darlin,’” his fingers rubbing hard on Jim’s prostate. Jim practically sparks off of the bed, shouting, his cum splattering with volcanic heat, and Leo laughs to himself. Good thing he can replicate himself a clean shirt from Jim’s quarters, he’s sure as hell going to need one.
“Why…” Jim finally wheezes, some minutes later. He looks dazed-confused- more than a little bit wary, and Leo’s nauseous all over again, because Jim’s his goddamned best friend and something he meant as a joke over a year ago has stuck with him all of this time, so that if Leo’s just been a coward and not acting on his feelings for Jim because he’d thought he’d been below Jim Kirk’s notice then what-Jim had actually tried, at least in his mind, been shot down, and then went on being his friend anyway, despite the fact that now, adding together all the odd looks he’s ever gotten from Jim over the course of their “epic BFF-ness forever,” there’s more to it than that on Jim’s side and has been for a while and Leo’s just been-well-
“You need to learn to distinguish better between my sarcasm and truth.”
There’s a long moment of silence as Leo strips off his shirt and kicks off his boots, manages to wrestle off most of his clothes and get down to his briefs while all the rest of the trinkets end up on the floor.
“You need to stop using sarcasm as a self-defense mechanism and say yes to the things that you want.”
Re: It's been known to happen, last one I PROMISEblcwriterApril 29 2010, 16:20:29 UTC
Of course Jim knows what he’s talking about. “How are you still polysyllabic?” he asks, tucking himself alongside Jim’s body and pulling the covers up over them both. He should clean them both up, maybe get Jim into a real hot water shower and do some of the pampering the man hadn’t done for himself, but Jim whoofs out a breath and curls back into Leo, which settles the question. They’re staying right here.
“’M a talented guy,” Jim murmurs, sleepy, and Leo won’t disagree.
“You can show me all that later, okay?”
Jim’s sleepy “Okay” is entirely pleased. So is Leo’s smile. As he told Scotty-it’s been known to happen. He expects it’ll happen a lot more, and soon. He smiles a little more widely.
Re: It's been known to happen, last one I PROMISEemiligliaApril 29 2010, 16:43:14 UTC
Mmmm... I really love it when Bones isn't written as a monk because, dammit, look at the man! It would be a travesty if he wasn't getting laid on at least a quasi-regular basis!
I also love when Jim and Bones are all communication fail and dancing around each other because of it and then when Bones is the one who can make Jim insecure.
Re: It's been known to happen, last one I PROMISEblcwriterApril 29 2010, 16:47:34 UTC
I wanted to write the bits about McCoy and his partners too but 1) KIRK MCCOY KINK MEME and 2) IT WAS ALREADY 8 PAGES LONG and 3) THANK YOU, I am glad that I smoked you. :)
There’s more groaning and thumping on Jim’s side of the wall later that night-the same one-sided noises, and isn’t that interesting, because it’s rare that he’d pick up the same partner two nights in a row, not when there’s been some lovely servers with whom he’d been flirting and talking back at the luau-whatever-it-was. Leo himself had come home on his own, since Sherrilla and K’tan had another party at their club and he hadn’t felt like a string of new fucks-but he’s seeing them for breakfast tomorrow at their place, and who knows where the morning will lead.
He listens-and doesn’t hesitate to stroke himself off to the sound of Jim’s pleasure, the sound of the shifting and occasionally really loud gasps that come through the wall. He can only imagine, and yet it seems kind of odd, because this is their first shore leave and he’s heard all sorts of things about Jim as a lover and yet … it all seems kind of foreshortened from what he’d imagine, though it certainly goes on longer than Leo can, whacking off. He comes all of a sudden at a long, needy groan, almost a whine and a whack of Jim’s palm on the wall, the sound so helpless that all he can wonder is what it might be like to be the cause of that face and he’s got to know, all of a sudden-is it a man or a woman? Are they sucking him off or fucking him into the mattress? Are they riding him hard, or gripping his balls so he can’t come and it hurts and he needs to cum so very badly? His cum jets so hard it dots the underside of his chin, caught up as his is in the fantasy of just who it is that is fucking his captain-best friend-unobtainable fantasy object.
He’s again unsatisfied and thinking hunh-what the hell-when Jim hits the sonics not three minutes later. He always used to take forever in the hot water shower when he had partners with him in the room. Surely being Captain hasn’t made him that resource-conscious, that he’d deny his partner that bit of pampering.
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His breakfast takes place in the open-air market, lush and full of plantings and birds. He’s read things about old Marrakech, and he sometimes wonders if this is what it was like, pampered rich people sipping their coffee and greeting each other and spending hours eating copious food as they while the time. Certainly his breakfast companions are something to look at.
“Isn’t that your Captain?” K’tan asks, and hey, sure as shit, there is Jim. He stands up and hollers, waves, and Jim turns around, waves back. He’s got a small cup of coffee, a bag of pastries in hand. He’d meant to invite Jim to dinner or a meal with these two, maybe more, but then hell, like always, he’d gotten shy, because this was Jim Kirk, and he’d chickened out.
Jim saunters over, his pleasant captainly smile on his face. “Hey, guys. How’s it going?”
There’s greetings, and Sherilla asks him to sit. “Yeah, take a load off, Jim, you weren’t going to eat by yourself, were you?” Leo asks as Jim takes in the tableau of three.
“I don’t want to interrupt. You three seem to have plans.”
K’tan gives him a leer, though it’s an awfully sweet one.
“You would be welcome.”
Jim laughs, but again, something’s off. “Thanks for the invite, but no. I’m going to make my own way. You three have a great day.”
He’s gone before Leo can say a word about it just being breakfast, since really, he can’t recall the last time the two of them sat down and ate just the two of them, really-seems like ever since they set back out on this mission, it’s been one thing or another, though Jim still stops in to his office to check in on him and make sure he’s okay with the aviaphobia and being in space thing. He’ll have to just talk to Jim when he gets back to the ship, really make sure they make some time to hang out.
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As expected, his post-breakfast activities are completely delightful, but mindful of the weird way Jim’s been acting, he tells the two he doesn’t know about getting together again, because “well, Jim’s my best friend and I’ve been kind of giving him short shrift a little bit lately, I guess, and I think he’s maybe pissed.” Sherilla, with her bartender’s eye, says “I do not think he is angry at you.”
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When he beams aboard, Scotty’s manning the transporter. “I won’t pardon myself for saying you look well and thoroughly fucked, Doctor. ‘Tis a good look on you, didn’t think you actually had a smile in your possession.”
“It’s been known to happen,” Leo answers, because, well, it has. Back at the Academy, mostly, but still-- he’s been known to get lucky-been known to get epically teased about it too, mostly by Jim, who’d even once teased Bones about what he’d have to do to earn one of those post-coital Bones smiles, to which Bones had teased back “Not if you were the last asshole in Gamma Quadrant, Jim Kirk.”
Oh.
Oh.
That was pretty much about the point Jim had stopped propositioning him and just fallen back to the same mild flirtation he had with everyone else.
Oh. Fuck.
“Is Jim on board?”
Scotty nods. “Aye.” He punches something onto his keypad. “His quarters.”
Leo swallows his pride, not to mention the lump of all this time wasted that’s risen high in his throat. “And is his company with him?”
Scotty’s brows furrow. “He hasnae brought anyone back with him to the ship this whole time doctor, at least not that I’ve heard.”
Leo can feel his brow flushing. “Oh. I thought I heard …”
Scotty waves… “Ah, ‘tis a big ship. Never believe what you hear.”
Wise words. He heads off toward Jim’s quarters, new determination in check.
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He can hear the groaning and thumping from outside the door but it’s no Risan mute or something equally kinky and uncharitable that Leo’s imagination’s dreamed up because he’s a cowardly asshole who long ago cut off his own chance at the knees because he’s a mean jerk who knew Jim had self-esteem issues and took no’s for absolute no’s. And an absolute no from his best friend-well. There it is, and now Leo’s here.
He’s already a bit hard, despite all the recent exercise, recalling what he’d been thinking about last night as he’d brought himself off last night, and his hands shake as he keys in the CMO override, then lets himself in to Jim’s quarters, ever so quiet, then hits the thumblock behind him.
Fortunately, Jim’s sprawled out on the bed, and apparently that first night’s walk after that romp at the bar netted him a vibrating dildo and a few other things laid out on the bed that the kid hasn’t bothered to play with, since he’s busy stroking that thing in and out of his ass, one hand braced on the wall and a cock ring keeping his long, slender cock from exploding too soon.
He’s flushed red-his pale skin blotchy-uneven-one knee practically up in his armpit and one foot braced on the bed. His breath is choppy and harsh, groaning and not sounding particularly pleased with this means of experimentation, though it’s clear he’s at least using plenty of lube and from Leo’s increasingly nearer vantage point to the bed, he’s stretched himself well and hasn’t been hurting himself.
As Leo draws closer, Jim groans again and punches the wall in frustration, his eyes screwed shut and expression unhappy before he reaches down and starts to go for the cock ring.
Leo’s on the bed in a second, still amazed Jim hasn’t heard him come in.
“Leave it on for a bit.” He couples the command with a firm grip on Jim’s cock, that and his hand over Jim’s on the vibrating dildo. As he slides it all the way out, then teases the rim of Jim’s hole as Jim gapes at him, wide-eyed, Leo notes with no small amazement that the toy is very close to the dimensions of his own cock, something Jim, as his former roommate, would certainly have some idea of.
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While he’s kissing Jim senseless, he finds the lube and drizzles it over Jim’s cock-he won’t go too hard on the man, but a little stroking there will drive the kid wild. He fingers the tip and the slit, circling and teasing, and Jim writhes and arches as he does the same thing with the dildo, dialing the thing down to the lowest speed setting and just circling it, in and out of the first ring of muscle. As hoped, Jim whimpers and bucks into the motion a little, needing more in both directions, and Leo doesn’t bother to hush the “mmm, now, let me,” that comes out of his mouth.
When Jim’s whining so much that there are decibels yet undiscovered going on in the room-something he’s not telling Spock, ever-he switches it up, and speeds up his hand over Jim’s cock, his grasp still more gentle than firm as he turns up the speed on the vibrator and moves it deeper into Jim’s ass.
“Can you hold your knees up for me?” he asks, the “darlin’” slipping out of god knows where, and Jim’s pupils, already blown, go totally black. Good to know.
Jim’s legs are trembling, his lower back arched to take the toy in all the way, and he can’t seem to decide if he’s going to watch or throw his head back because he can’t breathe. Leo can tell that he’s hitting the prostate on every damned stroke, and the advantage of toys like this is it does leave you both hands and the chance to match up your actions, so for every bump and twist against the lump of Jim’s prostate, he presses down hard over the tip of Jim’s cock, a motion that elicits a needier groan or a “Bones” or sometimes just an inarticulate wheeze every time and goddamn, but he’s gorgeous. He could watch the way Jim’s muscles and sinews curve over the long bones of his body, the way his skin flushes and the way his eyes and teeth glint-and damn, he’s a romantic bastard, because he just can’t help but lick and kiss some of the bits he can reach, that and not lose some of the rhythm that’s going to drive intergalactic playboy James T. Kirk wild.
At last though, Jim whines, his cock angry and red, his voice so needy as he says-practically begs “Bones,” and yeah, that’s enough. He unsnaps the ring, pulls out the toy, and replaces his fingers inside Jim’s well-lubed, loose hole, stroking him through with a “You gonna come for me darlin,’” his fingers rubbing hard on Jim’s prostate. Jim practically sparks off of the bed, shouting, his cum splattering with volcanic heat, and Leo laughs to himself. Good thing he can replicate himself a clean shirt from Jim’s quarters, he’s sure as hell going to need one.
“Why…” Jim finally wheezes, some minutes later. He looks dazed-confused- more than a little bit wary, and Leo’s nauseous all over again, because Jim’s his goddamned best friend and something he meant as a joke over a year ago has stuck with him all of this time, so that if Leo’s just been a coward and not acting on his feelings for Jim because he’d thought he’d been below Jim Kirk’s notice then what-Jim had actually tried, at least in his mind, been shot down, and then went on being his friend anyway, despite the fact that now, adding together all the odd looks he’s ever gotten from Jim over the course of their “epic BFF-ness forever,” there’s more to it than that on Jim’s side and has been for a while and Leo’s just been-well-
“You need to learn to distinguish better between my sarcasm and truth.”
There’s a long moment of silence as Leo strips off his shirt and kicks off his boots, manages to wrestle off most of his clothes and get down to his briefs while all the rest of the trinkets end up on the floor.
“You need to stop using sarcasm as a self-defense mechanism and say yes to the things that you want.”
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“’M a talented guy,” Jim murmurs, sleepy, and Leo won’t disagree.
“You can show me all that later, okay?”
Jim’s sleepy “Okay” is entirely pleased. So is Leo’s smile. As he told Scotty-it’s been known to happen. He expects it’ll happen a lot more, and soon. He smiles a little more widely.
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I also love when Jim and Bones are all communication fail and dancing around each other because of it and then when Bones is the one who can make Jim insecure.
And then the sex. The smoking. hot. sex.
This just hit a bunch of the right buttons, bb.
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1) KIRK MCCOY KINK MEME
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2) IT WAS ALREADY 8 PAGES LONG
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3) THANK YOU, I am glad that I smoked you. :)
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“Not if you were the last asshole in Gamma Quadrant, Jim Kirk.” Oh, Jiiim.
Beautiful, bb, and so sad at first. Thank fuck you got them together in the end.
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I do love it when Bones is the sexy beast that he is in reality and not some man still in mourning years later.
So glad he figured it out and went and claimed Jim as he should have done ages ago!
Wonderful!
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