Air'Ros 9/?
Title: Air'Ros
Author: HandwithQuill
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: Au in which Leonard McCoy is not the CMO of the Enterprise. Kinda, sorta Cupid!Bones.
Summary: A mission takes the Enterprise to the planet Cамракот durning the Ritual of Lufsum. There Jim meets Air'Ros. Based on the myth of Cupid and Psyche.
A/N: Beta'd by the always awesome ken_ichijouji
Jim had them beam him down right into his room. He dropped his away bag and reached out a hand. It was grabbed and he was pulled against a firm chest. He wrapped his arms around the shoulders and buried his face in Bones' neck. Taking deep breaths, breathing Bones' scent in, he felt the knot in his stomach ease.
Bones was kissing his neck, hands at his waist, bringing up his shirt. They parted enough for it to be discarded. “I'm not taking you away from anything important up there, am I?”
“No,” Jim told him. He was kissing his way up Bones' neck, nosing along his jaw to his mouth. A mouth that opened to him as the rest of his clothes were removed.
“I'm glad. I don't want to interfere with your job, but I missed you something fierce today, darlin'.” Jim whimpered. Whenever Bones spoke, whether in the strange tones of Cамракотian or in their southern sounding accented Standard, it always affected Jim. His hands stared working on Bones' pants. “The thought that I wouldn't be with you tonight, it distracted me. It made me realize something as well, darlin'.” They shuffled back to the bed. Jim was encouraged to lay down, and he could feel Bones smile as they kissed again. “I haven't tasted you yet.”
He kissed Jim’s chin, the hollow of his throat, moving along his collarbone and down to his right nipple. He laved at it, while his hands brushed Jim’s sides. With a nip, he lifted up and moved straight to the left one, his hands tightening and loosening on Jim’s hips as his tongue played with the nipple.
Moving on, he nosed down the trail of hair to Jim’s stomach. Skirting around the straining erection, he ran his tongue along Jim’s sack. Jim fisted the sheet, trying not to move his hips. Bones ran his tongue around them a few more times, before placing a kiss in the crease between them and Jim’s cock. From there he pointed his tongue and traced up the vein to right below the head. Then back down.
“Bones,” Jim whined. The mouth left, and he heard a chuckle by his ear. The bed dipped and breath ghosted across his cock.
“Patience, darlin.'”
A hand steadied his erection and Bones' tongue circled under the flair of the head. Then finally it slowly moved across the top, swirling around, getting getting all of the fluid that had leaked out. Both men moaned.
“So good, darlin'” Bones said, licking his lips. “Now give me the rest.” He took Jim all the way in, sucking powerfully.
“Ah fuck, Bones!”
Jim arched off the bed. Hands pushed him back down before mouth, tongue, throat and one of the hands worked him. Jim was able to make short, shallow thrusts, and he did so as he quickly approached his climax.
“Bones, Bones.” Jim muttered, trying to let the other man know, but it just made him start humming. “oh, fuck, Bones!” he said again, arching up for the second time. This time his hips stuttered as he spilled himself into Bones' mouth. Bones started swallowing, milking Jim of every drop. Bones was still lapping at Jim as he collapsed back, gasping.
Bones moved up over him and, as they kissed, he could taste himself. “You taste perfect, just like I thought you would.” Bones laid down next to him and pulled Jim into his arms. Jim could feel Bones' erection pressing against his thigh. He wanted to do something but his eyes were drooping. “Rest darlin'. We have all night.”
&&&&&&&
“What is this anyway?” Jim asked later that night, corking the bottle of oil Bones always brought with him. He didn't know how long he dozed, but when he woke up Bones was still hard against his leg.
“Malwé oil.”
“Malwé? That's a purple flower, right? The symbol of one of A'Mare's children. The one that represents desire?” Jim asked remembering the flower the made him hard on the first day of the peace negotiations.
“Yes,” Bones said slowly. “Desire, Lust and Physical love.”
“Guess it makes sense to use it as lube then.” Jim laughed, reaching out to grasp Bones' erection, coating it thoroughly.
“I inven-er...it was invented for this.” he gasped.
“Really?”
“Um..yeah...accord-according to the myth.”
“Tell me.” Jim said, leaning forward and reaching around to prep himself. “I would like to know more about your culture. I should have done some research the past few days 'cause I know I won't have the time now that the negotiations will resume.”
“Later.” Bones sat up, his hand removed Jim’s and tested the slickness. Finding it adequate, he pushed up into Jim. “I'll leave you a PADD with the stories.” He started nibbling on Jim’s neck.
“No, now.” Jim clamped his knees the Bones' hips. “I just said that I won't have enough time during to day.”
“Jim, they're just stories that people stopped believing centuries ago!”
“And a people's mythology gives a lot of clues about what they value. About how their customs, institutions and taboos were established. You can lean a lot about a culture by leaning its mythology. Why are you fighting me on this?”
“Bé Ic don'ná behéfþ æt asæcgan ðú þisne,” he sighed into Jim’s shoulder.
“What?” For once Jim was not melting at the foreign words.
“Nothing,” he sighed again, resting his forehead on Jim’s collarbone and wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist. “The-the myth says that, um...Desire... had a favorite field where the best Malwé flowers grew. I-he made himself a cottage in the field, as a get away. One day he decided to make something like his Mother's Croppa nectar. So he distilled the best Malwé flowers that were in bloom. But instead of having a sweet nectar, what was made was a fragrant oil. He was examining it in the sunlight, when a youth entered his field.
“The boy looked sad at first, then startled as he saw Desire standing there. As they stared at each other, Desire felt his namesake overcome him. Luckily the boy felt the same and they fell on each other. Desire held him tight and flew them to his cottage. Once there, he used the newly made oil to ease his way into his lover's body.”
“They spent what remained of the day and all of that night in bed. When the sun rose, they parted but made plans to meet again. After that time they kept meeting, and two months had passed. Desire had fallen in love with the boy by then and was trying to figure out a way for them to be together. He was going to tell him the next time they met.”
“But that night, he didn't say anything as his lover was on him as soon as he entered the cottage. Desire could tell something was different. The way his lover touched was him more intense and his kisses were hungrier. Desire awoke just before the sun rose to find his lover dressing. He tried to coax him back to bed, but his lover just said he had to leave. With one last kiss, he ran out the door. Desire was curious so he dressed and took to the air to follow him. He spotted him entering a village, but he didn't enter any of the houses. He entered the village's temple of A'Mare.”
“Letting himself become invisible, Desire landed and entered the temple. The amount of people inside at this early hour made Desire uneasy, but it was when his lover joined the priest and a young woman at the altar that he realized what was happening. He stayed to watched the wedding and the wedding feast, both heartened and upset with the way the couple interacted.”
“They never looked at each other, never touched and both seemed sad. Knowing what he had to do, he flew away to his mother's rooms. Once there he took two of her darts, then he went to his cottage, before returning to the wedding. He waited until the couple had to look at each other and pricked them with the darts, watching them blush and grasp hands. Then he went to his lover's house and placed a vial of the Malwé oil on the couples bedside table.”
“That's kinda sad.” Jim said. “The myth never named the boy?”
“His name....his name was Yoslyn.”
“Bones?” There was something in Bones' voice.
Bones said nothing, just rolled them so they were laying forehead to forehead, noses brushing. Jim moved his legs up along Bones' hips as the other man murmured into his lips.
“Hit sy ne forþgang efene þæt ús, Jim.” He stared moving. Long, lazy strokes. “Ic ne nytenlic hwæs Ic fácian mecsylfum beinnan æt. Ic cunnan þæm þín brenting sy forþgang álædan ðú forsíÞ fram mec. Ic cunnan þæm ðú don'ná geluggian fram mec hwæt Ic geluggian fram ðú. Ic forþgang gadrian on forwynsumede þisne, forwynsumede ús, þende ðú bist áforþ hér.”
“Bones,” Jim whispered. He rubbed the bridges of their noses together before kissing him. Whatever his lover just said, it sounded bittersweet and wistful. He moved his hands up and down Bones' back. “Whatever you just said, forget about it. Just concentrate on me. On us.”
“Jim. How-?”
“Just enjoy us.” Jim chastely kissed the other man as they lazily moved together.
Air'ros 8/? Air'ros 10/?
Author: HandwithQuill
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: Au in which Leonard McCoy is not the CMO of the Enterprise. Kinda, sorta Cupid!Bones.
Summary: A mission takes the Enterprise to the planet Cамракот durning the Ritual of Lufsum. There Jim meets Air'Ros. Based on the myth of Cupid and Psyche.
A/N: Beta'd by the always awesome ken_ichijouji
Jim had them beam him down right into his room. He dropped his away bag and reached out a hand. It was grabbed and he was pulled against a firm chest. He wrapped his arms around the shoulders and buried his face in Bones' neck. Taking deep breaths, breathing Bones' scent in, he felt the knot in his stomach ease.
Bones was kissing his neck, hands at his waist, bringing up his shirt. They parted enough for it to be discarded. “I'm not taking you away from anything important up there, am I?”
“No,” Jim told him. He was kissing his way up Bones' neck, nosing along his jaw to his mouth. A mouth that opened to him as the rest of his clothes were removed.
“I'm glad. I don't want to interfere with your job, but I missed you something fierce today, darlin'.” Jim whimpered. Whenever Bones spoke, whether in the strange tones of Cамракотian or in their southern sounding accented Standard, it always affected Jim. His hands stared working on Bones' pants. “The thought that I wouldn't be with you tonight, it distracted me. It made me realize something as well, darlin'.” They shuffled back to the bed. Jim was encouraged to lay down, and he could feel Bones smile as they kissed again. “I haven't tasted you yet.”
He kissed Jim’s chin, the hollow of his throat, moving along his collarbone and down to his right nipple. He laved at it, while his hands brushed Jim’s sides. With a nip, he lifted up and moved straight to the left one, his hands tightening and loosening on Jim’s hips as his tongue played with the nipple.
Moving on, he nosed down the trail of hair to Jim’s stomach. Skirting around the straining erection, he ran his tongue along Jim’s sack. Jim fisted the sheet, trying not to move his hips. Bones ran his tongue around them a few more times, before placing a kiss in the crease between them and Jim’s cock. From there he pointed his tongue and traced up the vein to right below the head. Then back down.
“Bones,” Jim whined. The mouth left, and he heard a chuckle by his ear. The bed dipped and breath ghosted across his cock.
“Patience, darlin.'”
A hand steadied his erection and Bones' tongue circled under the flair of the head. Then finally it slowly moved across the top, swirling around, getting getting all of the fluid that had leaked out. Both men moaned.
“So good, darlin'” Bones said, licking his lips. “Now give me the rest.” He took Jim all the way in, sucking powerfully.
“Ah fuck, Bones!”
Jim arched off the bed. Hands pushed him back down before mouth, tongue, throat and one of the hands worked him. Jim was able to make short, shallow thrusts, and he did so as he quickly approached his climax.
“Bones, Bones.” Jim muttered, trying to let the other man know, but it just made him start humming. “oh, fuck, Bones!” he said again, arching up for the second time. This time his hips stuttered as he spilled himself into Bones' mouth. Bones started swallowing, milking Jim of every drop. Bones was still lapping at Jim as he collapsed back, gasping.
Bones moved up over him and, as they kissed, he could taste himself. “You taste perfect, just like I thought you would.” Bones laid down next to him and pulled Jim into his arms. Jim could feel Bones' erection pressing against his thigh. He wanted to do something but his eyes were drooping. “Rest darlin'. We have all night.”
&&&&&&&
“What is this anyway?” Jim asked later that night, corking the bottle of oil Bones always brought with him. He didn't know how long he dozed, but when he woke up Bones was still hard against his leg.
“Malwé oil.”
“Malwé? That's a purple flower, right? The symbol of one of A'Mare's children. The one that represents desire?” Jim asked remembering the flower the made him hard on the first day of the peace negotiations.
“Yes,” Bones said slowly. “Desire, Lust and Physical love.”
“Guess it makes sense to use it as lube then.” Jim laughed, reaching out to grasp Bones' erection, coating it thoroughly.
“I inven-er...it was invented for this.” he gasped.
“Really?”
“Um..yeah...accord-according to the myth.”
“Tell me.” Jim said, leaning forward and reaching around to prep himself. “I would like to know more about your culture. I should have done some research the past few days 'cause I know I won't have the time now that the negotiations will resume.”
“Later.” Bones sat up, his hand removed Jim’s and tested the slickness. Finding it adequate, he pushed up into Jim. “I'll leave you a PADD with the stories.” He started nibbling on Jim’s neck.
“No, now.” Jim clamped his knees the Bones' hips. “I just said that I won't have enough time during to day.”
“Jim, they're just stories that people stopped believing centuries ago!”
“And a people's mythology gives a lot of clues about what they value. About how their customs, institutions and taboos were established. You can lean a lot about a culture by leaning its mythology. Why are you fighting me on this?”
“Bé Ic don'ná behéfþ æt asæcgan ðú þisne,” he sighed into Jim’s shoulder.
“What?” For once Jim was not melting at the foreign words.
“Nothing,” he sighed again, resting his forehead on Jim’s collarbone and wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist. “The-the myth says that, um...Desire... had a favorite field where the best Malwé flowers grew. I-he made himself a cottage in the field, as a get away. One day he decided to make something like his Mother's Croppa nectar. So he distilled the best Malwé flowers that were in bloom. But instead of having a sweet nectar, what was made was a fragrant oil. He was examining it in the sunlight, when a youth entered his field.
“The boy looked sad at first, then startled as he saw Desire standing there. As they stared at each other, Desire felt his namesake overcome him. Luckily the boy felt the same and they fell on each other. Desire held him tight and flew them to his cottage. Once there, he used the newly made oil to ease his way into his lover's body.”
“They spent what remained of the day and all of that night in bed. When the sun rose, they parted but made plans to meet again. After that time they kept meeting, and two months had passed. Desire had fallen in love with the boy by then and was trying to figure out a way for them to be together. He was going to tell him the next time they met.”
“But that night, he didn't say anything as his lover was on him as soon as he entered the cottage. Desire could tell something was different. The way his lover touched was him more intense and his kisses were hungrier. Desire awoke just before the sun rose to find his lover dressing. He tried to coax him back to bed, but his lover just said he had to leave. With one last kiss, he ran out the door. Desire was curious so he dressed and took to the air to follow him. He spotted him entering a village, but he didn't enter any of the houses. He entered the village's temple of A'Mare.”
“Letting himself become invisible, Desire landed and entered the temple. The amount of people inside at this early hour made Desire uneasy, but it was when his lover joined the priest and a young woman at the altar that he realized what was happening. He stayed to watched the wedding and the wedding feast, both heartened and upset with the way the couple interacted.”
“They never looked at each other, never touched and both seemed sad. Knowing what he had to do, he flew away to his mother's rooms. Once there he took two of her darts, then he went to his cottage, before returning to the wedding. He waited until the couple had to look at each other and pricked them with the darts, watching them blush and grasp hands. Then he went to his lover's house and placed a vial of the Malwé oil on the couples bedside table.”
“That's kinda sad.” Jim said. “The myth never named the boy?”
“His name....his name was Yoslyn.”
“Bones?” There was something in Bones' voice.
Bones said nothing, just rolled them so they were laying forehead to forehead, noses brushing. Jim moved his legs up along Bones' hips as the other man murmured into his lips.
“Hit sy ne forþgang efene þæt ús, Jim.” He stared moving. Long, lazy strokes. “Ic ne nytenlic hwæs Ic fácian mecsylfum beinnan æt. Ic cunnan þæm þín brenting sy forþgang álædan ðú forsíÞ fram mec. Ic cunnan þæm ðú don'ná geluggian fram mec hwæt Ic geluggian fram ðú. Ic forþgang gadrian on forwynsumede þisne, forwynsumede ús, þende ðú bist áforþ hér.”
“Bones,” Jim whispered. He rubbed the bridges of their noses together before kissing him. Whatever his lover just said, it sounded bittersweet and wistful. He moved his hands up and down Bones' back. “Whatever you just said, forget about it. Just concentrate on me. On us.”
“Jim. How-?”
“Just enjoy us.” Jim chastely kissed the other man as they lazily moved together.
Air'ros 8/? Air'ros 10/?