Baby, Too Much, I Think You're Losing Your Touch
Fandom: Star Trek XI/Reboot/2009
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Scotty/Kirk (I know!)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Dude, I don't even know. I really don't. Just, I couldn't find any when I searched the fandom, and had the thought, "I must remedy this!" And voila, Kirk blowing Scotty in the turbolift.
Jim crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against one of the Enterprise’s hulking engines, looking down at the disembodied feet of his lover. Jim grinned when he heard a metallic crack, and listened as Scotty cursed, jumbling his English.
Scotty grunted, and Jim saw the man’s feet twist, the movement accompanied by various pops and cracks from what sounded like every joint in the engineer’s body. Upon seeing that Scotty was attempting to wiggle out of the crawlspace he had wedged himself in, Jim figured he might as well help him out.
He leaned down and grasped Scotty’s ankles, pulling sharply, and causing his lover to slide out from under the engine with a yelp.
“Mothera Jesus, Cap’n! Yeh coulda warned me!” Scotty exclaimed, dropping his head to the floor. Jim laughed deeply.
“And what fun would that be?” Kirk asked, reaching down to offer his hand. Scotty looked at his grease-and-oil-covered person before shrugging and grabbing Jim’s hand. Jim shivered delightedly as the grease came in contact with his skin. He hauled Scotty up before looking at the black-stained face of the engineer. He smeared a line in it with his finger, smudging it down Scotty’s neck.
“How do you always manage to get so filthy, Mr. Scott?”
“I dunno, Cap’n. Wouldja mind helpin’ me clean up, then?” Scotty smirked. Kirk only grinned before latching onto a clean spot on Scotty’s neck, drawing a groan from the engineer at his unexpected action. Jim fisted his hands in the soiled shirt underneath his fingers, pushing Scotty towards the turbo lift. Scotty stumbled slightly, closing his hands around Jim’s hips, yanking them sharply to his own.
Kirk bit down on the skin between his teeth reflexively, pulling another groan from Scotty’s lips. Scotty backed them into the lift, the lights turning from a dingy yellow-gray to a stark white. The doors swooshed shut, and Scotty pushed Jim away from him, pressing the shorter man into the wall harshly. Kirk moaned loudly as Scotty’s lips found the column of his throat, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and smudging Jim’s smooth skin with oil. Jim shuddered as the lift began to ascend, counting the seconds, then he heard Scotty’s hand hit the stop button. Hard. Jim grinned.
“Well, Scotty. Didn’t know you were in such a hurry.” Jim winked, sliding gracefully down to his knees. “Bloody tease,” Scotty mumbled.
Jim laughed, fingers busy with the button and fly on Scotty’s non-regulation jeans.
“Being a tease implies that I have no intention of following through, Scotty.” Kirk slapped Scotty’s thigh playfully.
“Cap'n-” Scotty’s words evaporated into a gasp as Jim yanked his pants and boxers off his hips. His erection bobbed momentarily, before settling squarely in front of Kirk’s nose. Jim went cross-eyed.
Scotty’s loud laughter choked into a moan as Jim’s tongue peeked out to lap lightly at the head of his cock. Scotty dropped his head forward and braced his hands on the wall. The cold metal caused goose-bumps to shoot up his arms. He looked down at Jim, and found Jim’s gaze peering up at him smugly.
A sharp retort was on the tip of Scotty’s tongue but was lost in a loud moan as Jim’s lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Scotty felt Jim’s lips move into a smirk around him, but at the moment, as far as he was concerned, the little bastard could be as smug as he wanted.
Jim tongued back up the side before sealing his lips over the head and sucking hard. Scotty shuddered, leaning his head on his forearms, bracing himself to watch Jim work. But soon enough Scotty didn’t care about watching anymore, not with Jim’s mouth around his cock, and Jim’s tongue working against him, and Jim’s fingers around the base, plugging his impending orgasm.
Scotty groaned, pressing his fingers into the wall. Jim chuckled around him and Scotty shuddered against the sensation, acutely feeling Jim’s tongue push against the tip of his erection. He felt the thumb of one of Jim’s hands pressing against him, securely stopping Scotty from cumming, while Jim’s other hand encircled him, squeezing firmly. Jim moved, his mouth now only surrounding the head of Scotty’s cock, and drew his hand up slowly.
Scotty moaned loudly, all the blood now in the head of his cock, Jim’s hand holding it there. Scotty’s hands scrambled to Jim’s shoulders, keeping them in a vice grip. Jim pulled back, tongue moving to probe at the slit on the very tip, then flatten and rub over it. Scotty released a broken moan, biting his lips together.
Jim smirked, dropping his hands from Scotty’s cock all together and pushing down, engulfing Scotty completely in one smooth motion. Jim swallowed around him and Scotty lost it, bucking into Jim’s mouth, expletives and moans spilling from his mouth every time Jim swallowed reflexively around him.
Scotty was panting, sweat beading at his temples as Jim tucked him neatly and smugly back into his pants. Jim slithered back up Scotty’s body, coming face to face with his favourite engineer.
“You okay there, old man?” Jim asked, eye brow raised.
“I dunno, Cap’n. No’ reallae. I think yer losin’ yer touch.” Scotty said, still panting.
“Is that a challenge I hear, Mr. Scott?” Jim smirked.
“Maybeh,” Scotty said, grinning as he pressed the button, the turbo lift moving again a second later.
Kirk chuckled, stepping forward in time for the lift doors to open.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Scotty/Kirk (I know!)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Dude, I don't even know. I really don't. Just, I couldn't find any when I searched the fandom, and had the thought, "I must remedy this!" And voila, Kirk blowing Scotty in the turbolift.
Jim crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against one of the Enterprise’s hulking engines, looking down at the disembodied feet of his lover. Jim grinned when he heard a metallic crack, and listened as Scotty cursed, jumbling his English.
Scotty grunted, and Jim saw the man’s feet twist, the movement accompanied by various pops and cracks from what sounded like every joint in the engineer’s body. Upon seeing that Scotty was attempting to wiggle out of the crawlspace he had wedged himself in, Jim figured he might as well help him out.
He leaned down and grasped Scotty’s ankles, pulling sharply, and causing his lover to slide out from under the engine with a yelp.
“Mothera Jesus, Cap’n! Yeh coulda warned me!” Scotty exclaimed, dropping his head to the floor. Jim laughed deeply.
“And what fun would that be?” Kirk asked, reaching down to offer his hand. Scotty looked at his grease-and-oil-covered person before shrugging and grabbing Jim’s hand. Jim shivered delightedly as the grease came in contact with his skin. He hauled Scotty up before looking at the black-stained face of the engineer. He smeared a line in it with his finger, smudging it down Scotty’s neck.
“How do you always manage to get so filthy, Mr. Scott?”
“I dunno, Cap’n. Wouldja mind helpin’ me clean up, then?” Scotty smirked. Kirk only grinned before latching onto a clean spot on Scotty’s neck, drawing a groan from the engineer at his unexpected action. Jim fisted his hands in the soiled shirt underneath his fingers, pushing Scotty towards the turbo lift. Scotty stumbled slightly, closing his hands around Jim’s hips, yanking them sharply to his own.
Kirk bit down on the skin between his teeth reflexively, pulling another groan from Scotty’s lips. Scotty backed them into the lift, the lights turning from a dingy yellow-gray to a stark white. The doors swooshed shut, and Scotty pushed Jim away from him, pressing the shorter man into the wall harshly. Kirk moaned loudly as Scotty’s lips found the column of his throat, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and smudging Jim’s smooth skin with oil. Jim shuddered as the lift began to ascend, counting the seconds, then he heard Scotty’s hand hit the stop button. Hard. Jim grinned.
“Well, Scotty. Didn’t know you were in such a hurry.” Jim winked, sliding gracefully down to his knees. “Bloody tease,” Scotty mumbled.
Jim laughed, fingers busy with the button and fly on Scotty’s non-regulation jeans.
“Being a tease implies that I have no intention of following through, Scotty.” Kirk slapped Scotty’s thigh playfully.
“Cap'n-” Scotty’s words evaporated into a gasp as Jim yanked his pants and boxers off his hips. His erection bobbed momentarily, before settling squarely in front of Kirk’s nose. Jim went cross-eyed.
Scotty’s loud laughter choked into a moan as Jim’s tongue peeked out to lap lightly at the head of his cock. Scotty dropped his head forward and braced his hands on the wall. The cold metal caused goose-bumps to shoot up his arms. He looked down at Jim, and found Jim’s gaze peering up at him smugly.
A sharp retort was on the tip of Scotty’s tongue but was lost in a loud moan as Jim’s lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Scotty felt Jim’s lips move into a smirk around him, but at the moment, as far as he was concerned, the little bastard could be as smug as he wanted.
Jim tongued back up the side before sealing his lips over the head and sucking hard. Scotty shuddered, leaning his head on his forearms, bracing himself to watch Jim work. But soon enough Scotty didn’t care about watching anymore, not with Jim’s mouth around his cock, and Jim’s tongue working against him, and Jim’s fingers around the base, plugging his impending orgasm.
Scotty groaned, pressing his fingers into the wall. Jim chuckled around him and Scotty shuddered against the sensation, acutely feeling Jim’s tongue push against the tip of his erection. He felt the thumb of one of Jim’s hands pressing against him, securely stopping Scotty from cumming, while Jim’s other hand encircled him, squeezing firmly. Jim moved, his mouth now only surrounding the head of Scotty’s cock, and drew his hand up slowly.
Scotty moaned loudly, all the blood now in the head of his cock, Jim’s hand holding it there. Scotty’s hands scrambled to Jim’s shoulders, keeping them in a vice grip. Jim pulled back, tongue moving to probe at the slit on the very tip, then flatten and rub over it. Scotty released a broken moan, biting his lips together.
Jim smirked, dropping his hands from Scotty’s cock all together and pushing down, engulfing Scotty completely in one smooth motion. Jim swallowed around him and Scotty lost it, bucking into Jim’s mouth, expletives and moans spilling from his mouth every time Jim swallowed reflexively around him.
Scotty was panting, sweat beading at his temples as Jim tucked him neatly and smugly back into his pants. Jim slithered back up Scotty’s body, coming face to face with his favourite engineer.
“You okay there, old man?” Jim asked, eye brow raised.
“I dunno, Cap’n. No’ reallae. I think yer losin’ yer touch.” Scotty said, still panting.
“Is that a challenge I hear, Mr. Scott?” Jim smirked.
“Maybeh,” Scotty said, grinning as he pressed the button, the turbo lift moving again a second later.
Kirk chuckled, stepping forward in time for the lift doors to open.