Help me tear down my reason. Help me, it's your sex I can smell... [NVC Day 14]

[dctr_mccoy]

The call from the hospital ended up being less of an 'emergency' and more of 'we're swamped by all these extra people on the planet and you need to take care of your own', but Bones accepted that. Fuck, he wanted to be the one to take care of his own Enterprise people, but for legitimate illnesses, not this heat-stroke shit that everyone and their

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[kirktastic]

After Bill, being unsedated from whatever the hell the heat was in his veins, Jim could barely think. He had paced the length of their quarters, shedding clothing as he went because he couldn't breathe. It was just too hot, he was hard, and god fucking dammit Bill he wanted to fuck someone. There were brief occurrences where his mind told him just how fucked up it was to be thinking like this, but his body didn't care. It felt like one huge adrenaline rush, tingling up and down his spine and sinking claws into his stomach

[dctr_mccoy]

The body hitting him, pushing Bones against the wall stunned him for a fraction of a second, his mind immediately thinking of Spock and what happened but then he tasted Jim, Jim's mouth, he'd know it anywhere, blindfolded. Jim

But he was acting crazy, passionate and desperate and needy. Where was this coming from? Bones was confused, his brain starting to go fuzzy around the edges with worry and then hunger and need began to take its place. It was hot and crazy and Jim's hands were on him, like a dream he had once, his clothes being pulled off, no- fucking torn off and soon his veins were on fire. His arms reached around Jim, up his body, threading his hands in his hair and held his head steady while he kissed him deep, an electric feeling spreading inside him everywhere their skin touched.

Something wasn't right, but fuck, this felt good.

[kirktastic]

The remains of Bones' shirt hit the floor as Jim smeared his mouth up Bones' neck, across his jaw, until their lips met again. There was heat anywhere they touched, increasing by the second until Jim thought they would burn up. It didn't stop him from shoving down Bones' khakis and underwear, fingers sliding down and curling around Bones' cock.

He squeezed once, groaning into Bone's mouth. He pulled at the lower lip, taking a breath and pulling his head back. He stared into those dark eyes, his own narrowed slightly and wild.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones' hips were moving into Jim's hand, breathing heaving through his mouth. Jim's eyes looked desperate and suddenly it was like someone lit a switch in his blood and his cock was hard, so fucking hard and aching.

He growled, wrapping his arms around Jim and flipping their positions so that he could press him into the wall, touching everywhere, needing to feel Jim's skin all over him right now. It was his turn to mouth Jim's skin, tasting, licking, smelling the sweat and salt and cologne and that scent that was Jim. Groaning, he found Jim's mouth again and plunged his tongue inside, the kiss demanding and possessive.

[lt_paula]

It had been the hottest day yet. After her early-morning chat with Jim, Paula had met Hank for breakfast, then found herself with nothing to do. Having taken Jim's advice, she spent most of the day outside, exploring parts of the city she hadn’t yet seen. She was still curious about the trial, though, and made up her mind to stop by later and ask Jim and Leonard how it had gone

[dctr_mccoy]

The chime rang and Bones' lifted his head. Fuck, who was that?

"Ignore it," Jim growled, holding Bones' head down, on his cock, but it chimed again, and Bones pulled back, panting.

"Lemme see," Bones mumbled, not sure what was going on, just that - needed to make whoever the fuck it was go away and get back to Jim. Jim's robe was hanging on the chair, so Bones grabbed it and threw it on as he meandered toward the door, pressing it open without even checking to see who it was on the other side.

When it opened, he was leaning there in the open doorway, eyes dark and glassy, his messy hair all jacked up from Jim's fingers. "...Hey," he murmured, looking down at her. Fuck, she looked pretty. Really pretty, not that artfully made, covered in artificial shit like some girls liked. Genuinely pretty.

Those eyes, they were so dark and shiny, and that creamy skin - fuck, clear and perfect. Bones remembered all of it being perfect.

He reached out and touched her cheek.

[kirktastic]

Jim snarled as Bones got up, grabbing for the doctor and missing. He arched off the bed, "Bones, get the fuck back here...!"

He growled in frustration and dropped his hand down, curling his fingers around his wet, aching cock and started stroking. It wasn't nearly enough but it was better than nothing. His eyes closed and he rocked into his own hand, lips parting as he tried to breathe through the heat. His body was shining in sweat, still some wet traces of their earlier release.

[lt_paula]

The look on his face... Paula remembered that. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly gone dry as she took in the sight of Leonard standing there, disheveled and looking good enough to eat. And looking at her like he was thinking much the same.

Vaguely, she thought she should probably say something - mention why she'd stopped by, apologize for having clearly interrupted them - but she couldn't seem to get the words out. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she began to suspect that this wasn't just overexposure to the sun.

"...Hey yourself," Paula finally managed, her voice husky. She looked him over slowly, noting the bite mark visible above the collar of the robe, which appeared to have been hastily thrown on. It didn't leave much to the imagination, she noted, the hard outline of him visible beneath the silky material.

Her eyes shut at the touch of his hand, heat spiraling through her body. Paula drew in a shaky breath and turned into the touch, pressing a kiss to his palm.