2 Comment Fics of the Porn Variety (Kirk/McCoy NC-17)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 753
Prompt: roleplay
He swivels in the chair at the sound of the turbolift door opening. Leonard really shouldn't be surprised by the dark lust in Jim's eyes; he'd expected something more like territoriality, not this hungry way Jim's holding eye contact with him.
No one else is on the bridge. Leonard hasn't ever been one to let a chance like this go to waste, and he's curious to see how far Jim will be willing to let him take it.
"You're late for your shift, Mister Kirk," Leonard says, straightening his shoulders and sitting up tall.
Jim's face flushes, and he smiles quickly before assuming his role. "Sorry, Captain," he responds, averting his gaze to the floor, and Leonard feels arousal surging through his body. "It won't happen again."
"That's what you said last time." Leonard uncrosses his legs to make more room for his hardening cock. "I took the liberty to check your quarters on the security feed when you didn't arrive on time." Leonard pauses, and when he continues he lays on the accent a little heavier, knowing how much Jim appreciates it. "Do you know what I saw, Lieutenant?"
"No, sir, I don't," Jim answers, his pants looking tight.
"I saw you jerking yourself off." Leonard pauses to take in the breathy moan that escapes Jim's throat. "Your eyes were closed. Who were you thinking about, Mister Kirk?"
Jim doesn't answer. Instead he licks his lips and stares at the floor with feigned humility.
"Look at me, Kirk," Leonard says, and he doesn't continue until Jim does. "I can make that an order."
"I was thinking about you, Captain," Jim says. His eyes are dark with lust, and the sight of him makes Leonard want to open his pants right now, take his cock out and make Jim watch him bring himself off, but Leonard has something else in mind.
"Get over here, Lieutenant," Leonard commands, and it's instinctive, the way he spreads his legs a little wider as Jim fucking saunters over to him in the chair, but Jim notices. He kneels smoothly between Leonard's thighs, his thumbs stroking small circles that make Leonard's breath hitch in his throat. "You need to make up for your tardiness." Jim's fingers are crawling their way up Leonard's legs, getting closer and closer to his groin. "Suck me off, Kirk."
Jim unbuttons Leonard's pants, rolling the top down for better access. Leonard tightens his leg muscles to keep himself from arching into Jim's hand when Jim grips Leonard's cock, drawing it out from his underwear. He strokes Leonard twice and gives a, "Yes, Captain," before taking the head in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it, Jim's cheeks hollowing as he sucks.
"Yes," Leonard hisses, reaching for Jim to twist his fingers in Jim's hair. "Fuck, that feels so good."
Jim hums around Leonard's cock before taking him deeper.
"Look so good, too," Leonard continues, and his voice catches on the hard consonants. "Your lips are so pretty, all wet and red, stretched around my cock. Is this what you think about, Lieutenant, sucking me off on the bridge?" Jim's responding groan urges Leonard on. "Show me how you touch yourself, Kirk."
Jim lets Leonard fuck his mouth as he undoes his pants and shoves them and his underwear down to his knees. Leonard spreads his legs a little wider so he can see Jim take his own cock into his hand, stroking and twisting it firmly.
Leonard has to close his eyes, overwhelmed by Jim bobbing his head in time with his hand on his cock. Jim makes a choking sound that has Leonard opening his eyes to make sure Jim's okay, but he's greeted with the sight of Jim's face, twisted in pleasure, but he's no longer jerking himself off. His hand has moved to twist around his body, fucking himself onto his fingers in counterpoint to Leonard fucking his mouth.
"Fuck, Jim," Leonard says, and it's all he can take before he comes. Jim swallows as much as he can before letting Leonard's cock slide out from between his lips.
"Bones," Jim gasps, and it has Leonard sliding out of the chair, onto his knees in front of Jim, tasting himself in Jim's mouth as he brings Jim to his own orgasm.
Jim collapses bonelessly against him, his face nuzzling into the crook of Leonard's neck. "Have I avoided time in the brig, sir?" Jim asks, completely breathless.
"For now, Mister Kirk," Leonard responds, pressing a kiss to his temple.
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Word Count: 765
Prompt: somnophilia
It's a rare morning when he wakes up before Bones does, and Jim can tell by the steady movements of Bones' back against his chest that this is one of those mornings.
Jim loves these moments after first waking up, the way it's just him and Bones unweighted by anything else before the responsibilities of their lives come crashing down around them. They still carry that weight after their shifts, when they return to relax and sleep, so the morning is the only opportunity for their natural states, for them to be the way they just are.
Pressing his nose against the back of Bones' neck, Jim slowly moves his hand from where it's resting against Bones' stomach and drifts downward, feeling skin tensing slightly from the light touch until Bones' hips shift in his sleep, unconsciously moving towards Jim's hand. Jim's cock twitches against Bones' ass at the way that, even in sleep, Bones' body reacts to him. It's dark in their quarters aside from the glowing screens of the computer terminal and the wall panel, but it's more than enough to see that Bones' mouth has gone slack even though his forehead is lightly furrowed.
He wants Bones to wake up like this, hard and needing Jim, if only to do nothing but delay for Bones that moment when the rest of the world catches up to him.
Jim ghosts the tips of his fingers over the length of Bones' cock, smiling against a shoulder blade at the feel of him already half-hard. Bones' pelvis thrusts forward slightly, seeking out a firmer touch by Jim's hand, which Jim pulls away while stifling a groan as the shifting results in Bones' ass grinding against his cock.
Bones groans lowly when Jim wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly as he feels it becoming hot and heavy in his grip. Jim raises himself onto an elbow, resting his chin on Bones' arm so he can watch his face, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of Bones' eyes just barely open, soft and bleary as he stares down at Jim through his lashes.
"Good morning," Jim says, his voice rough and deep from sleep, but Bones seems to like it as he arches his back, not responding with words. Instead he turns in Jim's arms so their facing each other, kissing him lazily as their cocks slide against each other.
Bones uses his leverage to push Jim onto his back before straddling Jim's hips, his lips spreading in a molasses smile as he reaches for the lube on the bedside table. Jim's the one now finding himself pleasantly unable to find words as Bones drizzles the lube onto Jim's cock, smoothing it over the skin. Bones straightens his thighs, kneeling higher on the bed to position himself, taking Jim's cock in hand as he slowly lowers himself onto it.
It's almost overwhelming, the buzzing of pleasure from their bed-warm skin touching and the deliberate rolling of Bones' hips. Bones still hasn't even opened his eyes all the way, watching Jim half-lidded, his face and chest flushed and covered with a faint sheen of sweat. Jim reaches up to run his fingers through Bones' tousled hair, tugging on a cowlick that Bones will comb into submission when he puts on his uniform. Bones turns his Jim's hand, pressing a kiss against the inside of his forearm.
Not until Bones' movements become more desperate, less controlled, does Jim touch his cock again, using his thumb to toy with the head because he knows how much Bones likes that, and he's rewarded with Bones panting his name before speeding up, his hips stuttering before he comes into Jim's hand.
Jim grabs Bones' ass, lifting him to pull out. Bones is complacent in his hands, letting Jim rearrange them so Bones is on his back, legs wrapped around Jim's waist as Jim pounds into him at a harder pace, relishing the way Bones writhes and mewls under him, his over-sensitive and spent cock trapped between their stomachs. Jim sticks his fingers in Bones' mouth, and it's the feeling of Bones licking and sucking at his fingers, the sight of him cleaning his own spunk off Jim's hand, that sends Jim over the edge. Jim's entire body stills as he comes deep inside Bones' ass.
He collapses and rolls onto his side. Bones' eyes are fully open, now, his expression sated.
They don't speak, not wanting to break the spell, but then the alarm goes off, forcing them out of bed and into their roles.
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 753
Prompt: roleplay
He swivels in the chair at the sound of the turbolift door opening. Leonard really shouldn't be surprised by the dark lust in Jim's eyes; he'd expected something more like territoriality, not this hungry way Jim's holding eye contact with him.
No one else is on the bridge. Leonard hasn't ever been one to let a chance like this go to waste, and he's curious to see how far Jim will be willing to let him take it.
"You're late for your shift, Mister Kirk," Leonard says, straightening his shoulders and sitting up tall.
Jim's face flushes, and he smiles quickly before assuming his role. "Sorry, Captain," he responds, averting his gaze to the floor, and Leonard feels arousal surging through his body. "It won't happen again."
"That's what you said last time." Leonard uncrosses his legs to make more room for his hardening cock. "I took the liberty to check your quarters on the security feed when you didn't arrive on time." Leonard pauses, and when he continues he lays on the accent a little heavier, knowing how much Jim appreciates it. "Do you know what I saw, Lieutenant?"
"No, sir, I don't," Jim answers, his pants looking tight.
"I saw you jerking yourself off." Leonard pauses to take in the breathy moan that escapes Jim's throat. "Your eyes were closed. Who were you thinking about, Mister Kirk?"
Jim doesn't answer. Instead he licks his lips and stares at the floor with feigned humility.
"Look at me, Kirk," Leonard says, and he doesn't continue until Jim does. "I can make that an order."
"I was thinking about you, Captain," Jim says. His eyes are dark with lust, and the sight of him makes Leonard want to open his pants right now, take his cock out and make Jim watch him bring himself off, but Leonard has something else in mind.
"Get over here, Lieutenant," Leonard commands, and it's instinctive, the way he spreads his legs a little wider as Jim fucking saunters over to him in the chair, but Jim notices. He kneels smoothly between Leonard's thighs, his thumbs stroking small circles that make Leonard's breath hitch in his throat. "You need to make up for your tardiness." Jim's fingers are crawling their way up Leonard's legs, getting closer and closer to his groin. "Suck me off, Kirk."
Jim unbuttons Leonard's pants, rolling the top down for better access. Leonard tightens his leg muscles to keep himself from arching into Jim's hand when Jim grips Leonard's cock, drawing it out from his underwear. He strokes Leonard twice and gives a, "Yes, Captain," before taking the head in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it, Jim's cheeks hollowing as he sucks.
"Yes," Leonard hisses, reaching for Jim to twist his fingers in Jim's hair. "Fuck, that feels so good."
Jim hums around Leonard's cock before taking him deeper.
"Look so good, too," Leonard continues, and his voice catches on the hard consonants. "Your lips are so pretty, all wet and red, stretched around my cock. Is this what you think about, Lieutenant, sucking me off on the bridge?" Jim's responding groan urges Leonard on. "Show me how you touch yourself, Kirk."
Jim lets Leonard fuck his mouth as he undoes his pants and shoves them and his underwear down to his knees. Leonard spreads his legs a little wider so he can see Jim take his own cock into his hand, stroking and twisting it firmly.
Leonard has to close his eyes, overwhelmed by Jim bobbing his head in time with his hand on his cock. Jim makes a choking sound that has Leonard opening his eyes to make sure Jim's okay, but he's greeted with the sight of Jim's face, twisted in pleasure, but he's no longer jerking himself off. His hand has moved to twist around his body, fucking himself onto his fingers in counterpoint to Leonard fucking his mouth.
"Fuck, Jim," Leonard says, and it's all he can take before he comes. Jim swallows as much as he can before letting Leonard's cock slide out from between his lips.
"Bones," Jim gasps, and it has Leonard sliding out of the chair, onto his knees in front of Jim, tasting himself in Jim's mouth as he brings Jim to his own orgasm.
Jim collapses bonelessly against him, his face nuzzling into the crook of Leonard's neck. "Have I avoided time in the brig, sir?" Jim asks, completely breathless.
"For now, Mister Kirk," Leonard responds, pressing a kiss to his temple.
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Word Count: 765
Prompt: somnophilia
It's a rare morning when he wakes up before Bones does, and Jim can tell by the steady movements of Bones' back against his chest that this is one of those mornings.
Jim loves these moments after first waking up, the way it's just him and Bones unweighted by anything else before the responsibilities of their lives come crashing down around them. They still carry that weight after their shifts, when they return to relax and sleep, so the morning is the only opportunity for their natural states, for them to be the way they just are.
Pressing his nose against the back of Bones' neck, Jim slowly moves his hand from where it's resting against Bones' stomach and drifts downward, feeling skin tensing slightly from the light touch until Bones' hips shift in his sleep, unconsciously moving towards Jim's hand. Jim's cock twitches against Bones' ass at the way that, even in sleep, Bones' body reacts to him. It's dark in their quarters aside from the glowing screens of the computer terminal and the wall panel, but it's more than enough to see that Bones' mouth has gone slack even though his forehead is lightly furrowed.
He wants Bones to wake up like this, hard and needing Jim, if only to do nothing but delay for Bones that moment when the rest of the world catches up to him.
Jim ghosts the tips of his fingers over the length of Bones' cock, smiling against a shoulder blade at the feel of him already half-hard. Bones' pelvis thrusts forward slightly, seeking out a firmer touch by Jim's hand, which Jim pulls away while stifling a groan as the shifting results in Bones' ass grinding against his cock.
Bones groans lowly when Jim wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly as he feels it becoming hot and heavy in his grip. Jim raises himself onto an elbow, resting his chin on Bones' arm so he can watch his face, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of Bones' eyes just barely open, soft and bleary as he stares down at Jim through his lashes.
"Good morning," Jim says, his voice rough and deep from sleep, but Bones seems to like it as he arches his back, not responding with words. Instead he turns in Jim's arms so their facing each other, kissing him lazily as their cocks slide against each other.
Bones uses his leverage to push Jim onto his back before straddling Jim's hips, his lips spreading in a molasses smile as he reaches for the lube on the bedside table. Jim's the one now finding himself pleasantly unable to find words as Bones drizzles the lube onto Jim's cock, smoothing it over the skin. Bones straightens his thighs, kneeling higher on the bed to position himself, taking Jim's cock in hand as he slowly lowers himself onto it.
It's almost overwhelming, the buzzing of pleasure from their bed-warm skin touching and the deliberate rolling of Bones' hips. Bones still hasn't even opened his eyes all the way, watching Jim half-lidded, his face and chest flushed and covered with a faint sheen of sweat. Jim reaches up to run his fingers through Bones' tousled hair, tugging on a cowlick that Bones will comb into submission when he puts on his uniform. Bones turns his Jim's hand, pressing a kiss against the inside of his forearm.
Not until Bones' movements become more desperate, less controlled, does Jim touch his cock again, using his thumb to toy with the head because he knows how much Bones likes that, and he's rewarded with Bones panting his name before speeding up, his hips stuttering before he comes into Jim's hand.
Jim grabs Bones' ass, lifting him to pull out. Bones is complacent in his hands, letting Jim rearrange them so Bones is on his back, legs wrapped around Jim's waist as Jim pounds into him at a harder pace, relishing the way Bones writhes and mewls under him, his over-sensitive and spent cock trapped between their stomachs. Jim sticks his fingers in Bones' mouth, and it's the feeling of Bones licking and sucking at his fingers, the sight of him cleaning his own spunk off Jim's hand, that sends Jim over the edge. Jim's entire body stills as he comes deep inside Bones' ass.
He collapses and rolls onto his side. Bones' eyes are fully open, now, his expression sated.
They don't speak, not wanting to break the spell, but then the alarm goes off, forcing them out of bed and into their roles.