FIC (2): ST:XI - McCoy/Kirk, Crew - both NC17 *NWS*
title: take it easy
rating/warnings: NC17, NWS
character/pairings: McCoy/Kirk
wordcount: ~780
prompt: see here
original post: here
"What are you doing?"
Bones doesn't respond, just smiles with a crooked little twitch of his mouth. His gaze is warm on Jim's skin, burning just right as Jim reclines lazily on a mess of bedsheets and scattered pieces of their clothes. Bones is holding a packet of lube and a foil square containing a condom, but he seems to have forgotten about it.
"Lookin'."
"Come look a little closer."
The smile widens and Bones slides onto the bed, shuffling forward on his knees to loom over Jim. A brush of fingers along Jim's calf is all he gives him, before shifting into place, straddling his hips. "Got all night, darlin'." With a flick of his wrist, he drops the condom on Jim's stomach, but keeps the lube for himself, tearing it open and drizzling it into the palm of one hand.
Jim's fingers are loose against Bones' thighs, rubbing circles along the sides, and hooking tightly behind his knees as Bones reaches back to slide slick fingers into himself. His head tips back and Jim stares, pushing the other man's legs a little further apart. Lifting and stroking the doctor's half-hard cock, between the open space of Bones' spread legs, Jim discovers that if he reaches lower to roll his balls with his other hand, Jim can catch the flickering movement of long fingers, pushing and twisting into the hot heat of the other man's body.
"Whatcha doin'?" Bones rumbles, his body contorting in a mess of odd angles that Jim loves and reaches up to touch.
"C'mere."
He sits up, awkwardly folding into Bones, mouth attaching to warm skin along a firm stomach. The doctor's cock is a hard heat against his chest, and Jim's hands move to support him, helping him arch back so Bones can slowly fuck himself on his own hand.
"Christ, shit."
Jim laughs, lips exploring, pressing kisses across Bones' body, muttering nonsense and encouragement in lines over his ribs. Bones' free hand anchors in Jim's hair, and he sighs, loving the equal pressure and pull along his scalp. "Ready yet, babe?"
Bones grunts and curves forward, pushing until they both fall into the mattress, moving them back to how they were before. Jim rips open the foil packet and slides the slick latex over his own aching cock, hand pumping swiftly for a couple of strokes until Bones forces his hands away.
They kiss then, languid and deep, tongues flashing in and around each other until Jim is dizzily panting against Bones' cheek, trying to breathe. He's hard as sin and throbbing for attention, and Bones is watching him with dark eyes and a secretive smile, as if he'd just figured something out.
Jim nearly gasps when Bones nuzzles into his neck, breath heavy across his throat, and quietly intimate. His tongue flickers over the hollow of Jim's throat before his mouth follows with a scorching kiss. Jim shudders and Bones pulls away, repositioning and sliding down on Jim's erection, before he even knows what Bones is doing.
"Mghfh," is the sound Jim makes in surprise, hands now curled over Bones' hips. He rocks a little, waiting for the doctor to move.
"You surprise me, Jim."
He isn't prepared for that tone, and something electric burns through him, wiggling down to pool deep in his belly. "What do you mean?" He asks, just as Bones moves, in a smooth off-and-on that leaves them both moaning. Jim forgets the question and shifts his hips, watching the man above him with a slightly parted mouth.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," he breathes, sliding a hand over Bones' cock, his thumb swirling firmly over the head. The man tips forward, holding himself over Jim, hands to either side of his head. He rolls his hips once, pauses, and then finds himself a slow, even pace, with just enough rough-and-slide to burn within them a slow fire.
"Please bones," Jim says, though he doesn't know what he's really asking for - it's never mattered with anyone else, anyway.
Bones nods, as if he knows what Jim needs, and reaches between them for one of Jim's hands. Bringing it to his mouth, Bones kissed the palm, and then the top of each finger, before threading them through his. He presses their linked hands above Jim's head, smiling down at him, and begins to move in earnest.
'We've got all night,' Jim thinks, and upsets the rhythm by surging up to collide with Bones, his mouth and hands needing to roam.
Bones actually laughs softly, his eyes shining with something Jim's pretty sure is understanding. He falls backwards onto the bed, legs hooking around Jim to bring him with him.
title: Musical Hat Planet
rating/warnings: PG13, crack!fic, imperfect rhyme schemes :/
character/pairings: Uhhh. Implied orgy? XD;
wordcount: ~400
prompt: "Musical Hat Planet. Go!"
original post: here
"Welcome to the land of musical hats!" The Mulosian said, just like that.
Spock's eyebrow went high, "Musical hats?"
"Musical hats!"
Bones snorted, "Well how about that."
The Captain was interested, and so he asked, "Where can we get these musical hats?"
"From the Old Bat," sang the Mulosian's Hat.
"Would never have guessed that," said a redshirt in the back.
The Captain led them on their way, across the market in the middle of the day,
And they children they laughed, while the music played
From their musical hats (or so they say),
And the team hurried on their way.
"WHADDA WANT?" From the cave a voice brayed,
"We need musical hats!" said the redshirt of the day.
"NO NO NO, GO AWAY."
But the redshirt didn't listen and he died in the shade.
"My name is Captain Kirk!" said the man as he can,
"Could we please have your hats, though they're high in demand?
"We've come just to see you; look, here we stand!"
"Yeah," said McCoy, "Like the big brass band."
The Old Bat laughed, "Damn! But you lads are tan!"
"I have some old hats, over in the sand!"
"They're yours if you want, no payment, no clams,"
Spock was unconvinced, "This may be a sham."
They dug up the hats, to find they were fine,
And a peculiar thing came over their minds,
The hats were defective, not worth even a dime!
"Shit," said the other redshirt, then died right on time.
They were stuck in a bind, hats connected to their minds,
And deep in their brains, certain thoughts did it find,
'That chick is hot,' or 'that bod is so fine'
And on other lusty things the hats did dine
"I quite like your ass," sang the Captain to Spock,
"Facinating," he chorused, "I am interested in your cock,"
Then they stripped off their shirts for it was suddenly too hot
"Let's have a damn orgy," yelled the good Doc.
The Mulosian's arrived and no one seemed shocked,
as they pulled off their robes and pulled off their smocks,
And the Mulosian mayor brought out a shiny red box,
Filled to the brim with lube and other stock.
So they fucked and they sang and they made the beast of two backs,
Did cumshots and blow jobs and whatever they could hack,
Until they were done going down and were ready for the sack,
and with shore leave coming up, the Enterprise might be back!
rating/warnings: NC17, NWS
character/pairings: McCoy/Kirk
wordcount: ~780
prompt: see here
original post: here
"What are you doing?"
Bones doesn't respond, just smiles with a crooked little twitch of his mouth. His gaze is warm on Jim's skin, burning just right as Jim reclines lazily on a mess of bedsheets and scattered pieces of their clothes. Bones is holding a packet of lube and a foil square containing a condom, but he seems to have forgotten about it.
"Lookin'."
"Come look a little closer."
The smile widens and Bones slides onto the bed, shuffling forward on his knees to loom over Jim. A brush of fingers along Jim's calf is all he gives him, before shifting into place, straddling his hips. "Got all night, darlin'." With a flick of his wrist, he drops the condom on Jim's stomach, but keeps the lube for himself, tearing it open and drizzling it into the palm of one hand.
Jim's fingers are loose against Bones' thighs, rubbing circles along the sides, and hooking tightly behind his knees as Bones reaches back to slide slick fingers into himself. His head tips back and Jim stares, pushing the other man's legs a little further apart. Lifting and stroking the doctor's half-hard cock, between the open space of Bones' spread legs, Jim discovers that if he reaches lower to roll his balls with his other hand, Jim can catch the flickering movement of long fingers, pushing and twisting into the hot heat of the other man's body.
"Whatcha doin'?" Bones rumbles, his body contorting in a mess of odd angles that Jim loves and reaches up to touch.
"C'mere."
He sits up, awkwardly folding into Bones, mouth attaching to warm skin along a firm stomach. The doctor's cock is a hard heat against his chest, and Jim's hands move to support him, helping him arch back so Bones can slowly fuck himself on his own hand.
"Christ, shit."
Jim laughs, lips exploring, pressing kisses across Bones' body, muttering nonsense and encouragement in lines over his ribs. Bones' free hand anchors in Jim's hair, and he sighs, loving the equal pressure and pull along his scalp. "Ready yet, babe?"
Bones grunts and curves forward, pushing until they both fall into the mattress, moving them back to how they were before. Jim rips open the foil packet and slides the slick latex over his own aching cock, hand pumping swiftly for a couple of strokes until Bones forces his hands away.
They kiss then, languid and deep, tongues flashing in and around each other until Jim is dizzily panting against Bones' cheek, trying to breathe. He's hard as sin and throbbing for attention, and Bones is watching him with dark eyes and a secretive smile, as if he'd just figured something out.
Jim nearly gasps when Bones nuzzles into his neck, breath heavy across his throat, and quietly intimate. His tongue flickers over the hollow of Jim's throat before his mouth follows with a scorching kiss. Jim shudders and Bones pulls away, repositioning and sliding down on Jim's erection, before he even knows what Bones is doing.
"Mghfh," is the sound Jim makes in surprise, hands now curled over Bones' hips. He rocks a little, waiting for the doctor to move.
"You surprise me, Jim."
He isn't prepared for that tone, and something electric burns through him, wiggling down to pool deep in his belly. "What do you mean?" He asks, just as Bones moves, in a smooth off-and-on that leaves them both moaning. Jim forgets the question and shifts his hips, watching the man above him with a slightly parted mouth.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," he breathes, sliding a hand over Bones' cock, his thumb swirling firmly over the head. The man tips forward, holding himself over Jim, hands to either side of his head. He rolls his hips once, pauses, and then finds himself a slow, even pace, with just enough rough-and-slide to burn within them a slow fire.
"Please bones," Jim says, though he doesn't know what he's really asking for - it's never mattered with anyone else, anyway.
Bones nods, as if he knows what Jim needs, and reaches between them for one of Jim's hands. Bringing it to his mouth, Bones kissed the palm, and then the top of each finger, before threading them through his. He presses their linked hands above Jim's head, smiling down at him, and begins to move in earnest.
'We've got all night,' Jim thinks, and upsets the rhythm by surging up to collide with Bones, his mouth and hands needing to roam.
Bones actually laughs softly, his eyes shining with something Jim's pretty sure is understanding. He falls backwards onto the bed, legs hooking around Jim to bring him with him.
title: Musical Hat Planet
rating/warnings: PG13, crack!fic, imperfect rhyme schemes :/
character/pairings: Uhhh. Implied orgy? XD;
wordcount: ~400
prompt: "Musical Hat Planet. Go!"
original post: here
"Welcome to the land of musical hats!" The Mulosian said, just like that.
Spock's eyebrow went high, "Musical hats?"
"Musical hats!"
Bones snorted, "Well how about that."
The Captain was interested, and so he asked, "Where can we get these musical hats?"
"From the Old Bat," sang the Mulosian's Hat.
"Would never have guessed that," said a redshirt in the back.
The Captain led them on their way, across the market in the middle of the day,
And they children they laughed, while the music played
From their musical hats (or so they say),
And the team hurried on their way.
"WHADDA WANT?" From the cave a voice brayed,
"We need musical hats!" said the redshirt of the day.
"NO NO NO, GO AWAY."
But the redshirt didn't listen and he died in the shade.
"My name is Captain Kirk!" said the man as he can,
"Could we please have your hats, though they're high in demand?
"We've come just to see you; look, here we stand!"
"Yeah," said McCoy, "Like the big brass band."
The Old Bat laughed, "Damn! But you lads are tan!"
"I have some old hats, over in the sand!"
"They're yours if you want, no payment, no clams,"
Spock was unconvinced, "This may be a sham."
They dug up the hats, to find they were fine,
And a peculiar thing came over their minds,
The hats were defective, not worth even a dime!
"Shit," said the other redshirt, then died right on time.
They were stuck in a bind, hats connected to their minds,
And deep in their brains, certain thoughts did it find,
'That chick is hot,' or 'that bod is so fine'
And on other lusty things the hats did dine
"I quite like your ass," sang the Captain to Spock,
"Facinating," he chorused, "I am interested in your cock,"
Then they stripped off their shirts for it was suddenly too hot
"Let's have a damn orgy," yelled the good Doc.
The Mulosian's arrived and no one seemed shocked,
as they pulled off their robes and pulled off their smocks,
And the Mulosian mayor brought out a shiny red box,
Filled to the brim with lube and other stock.
So they fucked and they sang and they made the beast of two backs,
Did cumshots and blow jobs and whatever they could hack,
Until they were done going down and were ready for the sack,
and with shore leave coming up, the Enterprise might be back!