Star Trek fic: Dirtside, Kirk/McCoy, NC-17; Thanksgiving
I plan on mostly just relaxing today (and not just because I have a sore throat and am currently thinking "please don't get sick" thoughts. This is my year to work Christmas Eve and Christmas, so I want to enjoy myself today). I think I'll likely sleep at my parents house, so I can plan on watching movies until late and drinking wine (hmmm, should I take cold medicine and avoid alcohol tonight or skip the meds and enjoy my Reisling?) and catching up with my sister before she goes back to school.
I should be doing a few things like finding cold medicine (just in case), cleaning up a bit, or cooking tasty things. Instead I'm writing porny humor. Or silly porn. Either way works, I suppose. Ummm, Happy Thanksgiving?
Title: Dirtside
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~600
Warnings: Sexual situations, vague(ish) references to rimming
Disclaimer: Star Trek is sadly not mine.
Summary: Jim teaches Leonard to appreciate the value of a nice picnic. Using oral sex. What? He's persuasive.
A/N: Inspired by a photo from the jim_and_bones semi-weekly man-on-man post.
Leonard had to admit that, as far as ideas went, it turned out this picnic thing had merit.
Of course he wouldn't be admitting that to Jim quite yet. It was entirely to do with having his mouth otherwise occupied with the man's ass, of course, and not at all due to a desire to delay eating his bit of crow for as long as possible. And, naturally, Jim's mouth was equally as engaged with Leonard's cock and Leonard wouldn't want to deprive him of the opportunity to gloat a bit.
Or give him any reason to, god-forbid, stop what he was currently doing - enthusiastically - to Leonard's dick.
Just then, to unwittingly drive Leonard's point home, Jim did something particularly inventive with his tongue against that spot just under the head and Leonard offered an answering groan of approval. This was apparently precisely what Jim had been looking for, as he repeated the movement several more times, liquifying no-doubt-important parts of Leonard's brain as he worked.
Yeah. A picnic had been a great idea.
Admittedly, when Jim had turned up in the transporter room for their few hours of dirt-side leave carrying a insulated carry-sac overflowing with food and drink, Leonard had been... suspicious. When a second bag had been thrust into his hands that contained only a huge sheet clearly ″borrowed″ from the oversized bed in the most opulent guest stateroom and a pillow, of all things, suspicion had morphed into slightly irritated disbelief.
″You're making me beam down to an abandoned farming planet with you for a booty call?″ He'd hissed softly eying the transporter tech and Scotty warily.
″Lighten up, Bones,″ Jim had replied with only a hint of his usual infuriating grin before turning to Scotty with the order to beam them down to his selected coordinates.
Leonard had gotten over his misgivings right about the time they'd rematerialized in a grassy field and Jim had abandoned his carry-sac in the shade of a nearby tree, dropped to his knees at Leonard's feet, unfastening Leonard's uniform trousers as he went, and swallowed him down.
Leonard had arched his back and clung desperately to Jim's head. He may have even shouted at the thrill of the warmth and wetness and the immediate, skilled suction. They were entirely alone, though, so he could probably get away with denying it.
After working Leonard into a right state, Jim had pulled off with a last swipe at the glans with his tongue (Leonard may have keened at the loss - another job for staunch denials later on), spread out the sheet on the grass, and pressed Leonard down onto his back.
He'd tossed the pillow aside, though, when Leonard had reached for it, insisting that it was for ″round two.″ Leonard couldn't find the energy or spare brain cells to complain, however, when Jim had slung a leg over him and began to position them into a mutually very beneficial arrangement.
In fact, Leonard wasn't entirely sure that Jim was completely human given his ability to achieve and maintain his current position hovering over Leonard's body in a squat with his ass in Leonard's face and keeping up an impressive rhythm jacking his own cock in the narrow space between their bodies. All while keeping his balance and giving Leonard truly excellent head.
Again, not that he was complaining, of course. More like... appreciating. Or even boasting, perhaps.
Jim, as he'd proved to Leonard many times in the past and hopefully many many more in the future, was a man of many talents and truly excellent ideas on how to kill a few hours downtime.
I should be doing a few things like finding cold medicine (just in case), cleaning up a bit, or cooking tasty things. Instead I'm writing porny humor. Or silly porn. Either way works, I suppose. Ummm, Happy Thanksgiving?
Title: Dirtside
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~600
Warnings: Sexual situations, vague(ish) references to rimming
Disclaimer: Star Trek is sadly not mine.
Summary: Jim teaches Leonard to appreciate the value of a nice picnic. Using oral sex. What? He's persuasive.
A/N: Inspired by a photo from the jim_and_bones semi-weekly man-on-man post.
Leonard had to admit that, as far as ideas went, it turned out this picnic thing had merit.
Of course he wouldn't be admitting that to Jim quite yet. It was entirely to do with having his mouth otherwise occupied with the man's ass, of course, and not at all due to a desire to delay eating his bit of crow for as long as possible. And, naturally, Jim's mouth was equally as engaged with Leonard's cock and Leonard wouldn't want to deprive him of the opportunity to gloat a bit.
Or give him any reason to, god-forbid, stop what he was currently doing - enthusiastically - to Leonard's dick.
Just then, to unwittingly drive Leonard's point home, Jim did something particularly inventive with his tongue against that spot just under the head and Leonard offered an answering groan of approval. This was apparently precisely what Jim had been looking for, as he repeated the movement several more times, liquifying no-doubt-important parts of Leonard's brain as he worked.
Yeah. A picnic had been a great idea.
Admittedly, when Jim had turned up in the transporter room for their few hours of dirt-side leave carrying a insulated carry-sac overflowing with food and drink, Leonard had been... suspicious. When a second bag had been thrust into his hands that contained only a huge sheet clearly ″borrowed″ from the oversized bed in the most opulent guest stateroom and a pillow, of all things, suspicion had morphed into slightly irritated disbelief.
″You're making me beam down to an abandoned farming planet with you for a booty call?″ He'd hissed softly eying the transporter tech and Scotty warily.
″Lighten up, Bones,″ Jim had replied with only a hint of his usual infuriating grin before turning to Scotty with the order to beam them down to his selected coordinates.
Leonard had gotten over his misgivings right about the time they'd rematerialized in a grassy field and Jim had abandoned his carry-sac in the shade of a nearby tree, dropped to his knees at Leonard's feet, unfastening Leonard's uniform trousers as he went, and swallowed him down.
Leonard had arched his back and clung desperately to Jim's head. He may have even shouted at the thrill of the warmth and wetness and the immediate, skilled suction. They were entirely alone, though, so he could probably get away with denying it.
After working Leonard into a right state, Jim had pulled off with a last swipe at the glans with his tongue (Leonard may have keened at the loss - another job for staunch denials later on), spread out the sheet on the grass, and pressed Leonard down onto his back.
He'd tossed the pillow aside, though, when Leonard had reached for it, insisting that it was for ″round two.″ Leonard couldn't find the energy or spare brain cells to complain, however, when Jim had slung a leg over him and began to position them into a mutually very beneficial arrangement.
In fact, Leonard wasn't entirely sure that Jim was completely human given his ability to achieve and maintain his current position hovering over Leonard's body in a squat with his ass in Leonard's face and keeping up an impressive rhythm jacking his own cock in the narrow space between their bodies. All while keeping his balance and giving Leonard truly excellent head.
Again, not that he was complaining, of course. More like... appreciating. Or even boasting, perhaps.
Jim, as he'd proved to Leonard many times in the past and hopefully many many more in the future, was a man of many talents and truly excellent ideas on how to kill a few hours downtime.