Star Trek Fic: Tribute; Kirk/McCoy, NC-17 (barely)
Title: Tribute
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17 (barely)
Length: ~400
Warnings: Sexual situations, AMTDI and associated consent issues
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I'm here for fun, not profit.
Summary: A tribute to the gods. Right. Leonard is not amused.
A/N: Written for a photo prompt (number 2) over at jim_and_bones semiweekly man-on-man.
″Just ignore it, Bones. Don't think of anything but me. Don't look at anything but me.″
Jim's lips pressed into his neck and despite the current circumstances, Leonard couldn't stop his body's well-trained response to the action, his head falling back onto the marble alter and his lips parting around the gasp he couldn't help but release.
It took a moment - a long moment spent turning to meet Jim's lips and clasping a hand around his neck - but Leonard was eventually snapped out of the hazy Jim head-space by a particularly loud pop from the fire roaring in the hearth several meters away.
Dammit, he couldn't believe they were doing this.
″Kinda hard to ignore the situation, Jim, regardless of how much of a sex-god you may or may not be.″
He shivered and tensed as he felt Jim's hand slide up his side, barely shy of ticklish, and tensed more when Jim pressed a bare thigh firmly against Leonard's reluctantly thickening cock. ″Jim!″
″I'm just trying help, Bones. You're clearly not getting into the spirit of things.″ He pressed a line of kisses up Leonard's neck, ending below his ear and then latching onto the skin there and sucking hard.
Leonard groaned, but managed to not lose his train of thought entirely. ″They could be watching us right now,″ he hissed softly into the air by Jim's ear.
″Probably not,″ Jim sat up and swung his leg fully over Bones', pinning him in place. ″They did say, after all, that our... sacrifice, would be a tribute to their gods, after all, and it would be pretty damn rude to try to get in on any action intended for the gods eyes alone, wouldn't you say?″
″Sex gods, Jim. Sex gods! They are probably all about voyeurism! They could be recording this right now. Or taking notes.″ Leonard paused, a horrifying thought striking him. ″Or masturbating right now!″
″The same signal that's jamming our equipment is affecting theirs too, remember? That's why we're here attempting to appease the gods.″ Jim smirked. ″And passing the time while we wait for rescue in a thoroughly entertaining way.″
Leonard glared at him.
Jim ran his hands up and down Leonard's chest. ″And if they're all out there watching through peepholes and jacking off to the sight of us? Well then, let's give them a show.″ With one last wicked grin, Jim bent low over Leonard's chest and clamped his lips around a nipple, sucking firmly as his hand snuck lower and lower on Leonard's body.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17 (barely)
Length: ~400
Warnings: Sexual situations, AMTDI and associated consent issues
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I'm here for fun, not profit.
Summary: A tribute to the gods. Right. Leonard is not amused.
A/N: Written for a photo prompt (number 2) over at jim_and_bones semiweekly man-on-man.
″Just ignore it, Bones. Don't think of anything but me. Don't look at anything but me.″
Jim's lips pressed into his neck and despite the current circumstances, Leonard couldn't stop his body's well-trained response to the action, his head falling back onto the marble alter and his lips parting around the gasp he couldn't help but release.
It took a moment - a long moment spent turning to meet Jim's lips and clasping a hand around his neck - but Leonard was eventually snapped out of the hazy Jim head-space by a particularly loud pop from the fire roaring in the hearth several meters away.
Dammit, he couldn't believe they were doing this.
″Kinda hard to ignore the situation, Jim, regardless of how much of a sex-god you may or may not be.″
He shivered and tensed as he felt Jim's hand slide up his side, barely shy of ticklish, and tensed more when Jim pressed a bare thigh firmly against Leonard's reluctantly thickening cock. ″Jim!″
″I'm just trying help, Bones. You're clearly not getting into the spirit of things.″ He pressed a line of kisses up Leonard's neck, ending below his ear and then latching onto the skin there and sucking hard.
Leonard groaned, but managed to not lose his train of thought entirely. ″They could be watching us right now,″ he hissed softly into the air by Jim's ear.
″Probably not,″ Jim sat up and swung his leg fully over Bones', pinning him in place. ″They did say, after all, that our... sacrifice, would be a tribute to their gods, after all, and it would be pretty damn rude to try to get in on any action intended for the gods eyes alone, wouldn't you say?″
″Sex gods, Jim. Sex gods! They are probably all about voyeurism! They could be recording this right now. Or taking notes.″ Leonard paused, a horrifying thought striking him. ″Or masturbating right now!″
″The same signal that's jamming our equipment is affecting theirs too, remember? That's why we're here attempting to appease the gods.″ Jim smirked. ″And passing the time while we wait for rescue in a thoroughly entertaining way.″
Leonard glared at him.
Jim ran his hands up and down Leonard's chest. ″And if they're all out there watching through peepholes and jacking off to the sight of us? Well then, let's give them a show.″ With one last wicked grin, Jim bent low over Leonard's chest and clamped his lips around a nipple, sucking firmly as his hand snuck lower and lower on Leonard's body.