69 Meme: Get Your Prompts Filled Here! (open)
THE INTRODUCTIONSee, I’m writing this monstrosity of an epic Spones fic that is eating my soul and killing my heart little piece by little piece. Consequently, I miss writing short things. However, the kink meme has gotten so large and scary that I’m not feeling the urge to go digging through the unfilled archive (at least not yet since I’m
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“You still asleep, sweetheart?” he purrs into Kirk’s neck, pulling him closer.
“Uh-hum…”
Kirk’s rolling and grinding the length of his body against McCoy whose hooked his leg over him, climbing closer, rubbing harder and the first, very awake gasp bears a trace of the smoked salmon he’d watched Jim sliding into his mouth at the buffet table while smoozing some admiral, while all the while Kirk had been eye-fucking McCoy, chewing open-mouthed, making even snacking look like something that should carry a warning.
McCoy chuckles - the little happy purrs might be a clue that Captain Erection is awake so McCoy climbs over him, changing the angle of his hand so he doesn’t need to let go and settles down again, face to face, rolls his tongue along Kirk’s open-mouth,
“You’re peeking.” He accuses, rubbing harder, “Might have to pay you back for lyin’ to me, saying you were asleep when you weren’t.” Kirk’s groaning, eyes still closed, hanging onto McCoy’s shoulders, his breath hot on his face, “Lying to your best friend -“ pitches his voice low, like he knows Kirk likes it, amused by how dropping a few consonants, sliding his words into the dust like this drives Jim crazy every time, “Why I oughta put you over my - “ and Kirk’s coming into his hand their mouths sliding over each other for a long while until Kirk’s boneless and breathing deep again, staring at his face.
“’mornin’, captain.” McCoy chuckles, taking his wet hand and dabbing a glob of come on Kirk’s flushed cheek.
Kirk kisses him lightly then pushes McCoy right off the edge of the bed.
“Brush your teeth, your breath stinks!” he says, leaning on his elbows, looking down at Kirk with innocent eyes.
“Good thing I need to pee, kid, or I’d show you’re sorry ass.” McCoy growls from the floor.
“I’m counting on it.” he hears the mattress grumble when Jim flops back down. “And I found your other sock.”
It floats down across the room to join the rest of their clothing. McCoy lifts himself up, and heads for the shower glancing back to see if Kirk’s coming too.
And he is - still wearing his t-shirt.
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Damn.
COLD SHOWER.
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Srsly tho, I've read this more than once now and the image that I find hottest (I might be odd) is:
Just one more minute, he thinks, winching open an eye and taking in the t-shirt clad back next to him. The fabric’s still pushed up under Jim’s armpits from when McCoy fucked him last night - didn’t have time to take it off.
I blame my kink for clothes...
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This is a lovely vignette and beautifully written. I think one of the (many) things I really like about it, is that it's so masculine in its feel.
the little happy purrs might be a clue that Captain Erection is awake
LOL!!
Wonderful!
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Glad you liked it!
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Thanks for reading!
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You noticed! I'm am a bit smell obssessed - one of the many reasons I relate to my dog so well!
Glad you liked and thanks for taking the trouble to comment - lurve comments!
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