star treck
in response to the st xi kink meme. So, I was talking to a friend about how Kirk has a collection of older men. Pike, Spock!Prime, McCoy... so, either a Five Things about Kirk/Older Men (and hey, start with teen!Kirk/someone inappropriately older, if you like) or just a Spock!Prime/Kirk story where Spock!Prime appreciates nu!Kirk for his differences from as well as his similarities with Kirk!Prime.
Kirk/omcs Kirk/McCoy w/Checkov kinda Kirk/Pike Kirk/elder!Spock
Five Times Jim Kirk Appreciated Experience and the One Time it Wouldn't Have Mattered Anyway
The one time it wouldn't have mattered
Jim was twenty seven and was transporting a group of vulcans back to New Vulcan Colony. He also had the chance to catch up with the elder Spock who was so totally hot and could still wipe the floor with him. Jim knew that they would meet in his quarters later to have sex and he was really quite eager to get alpha shift over with so they could get to it. The devious vulcan had been teasing him all day, running his hands over every phallic shaped object on the ship. He was so going to get him back for that.
Finally in his quarters they greet each other with light teasing touches and soft kisses both human and vulcan as they undressed. Jim knows that if this were anyone other than who it was it would have the potential for heart break because he will never be someone's ghost, not Winona's and not Spock's but he knows this man, knows him to the very base and is known in turn and the dark eyes see only who he is and who he is becoming and that deserves a reward in his book. So Jim runs his hands over the area where Spock's genitalia is hidden and is rewarded with the emergence of his dick. He never got tired of seeing it because it was so different from his own like an enlarged wiggly flower stamen with slick lubricant drooling out of the exposed pores. Jim draped himself in sitting position over Spock's lap and enjoyed the stretch and rippling sensation as Spock's dick slid inside of him. It's movements were more pronounced now and Jim held on to Spock's shoulders as they prepared to meld.
Once they were done for the moment Jim let himself enjoy the companionship of the incredible being beside him. “Hey,” Jim said “did I ever tell you about the cop I met in New Orleans?”
Kirk/omcs Kirk/McCoy w/Checkov kinda Kirk/Pike Kirk/elder!Spock
Five Times Jim Kirk Appreciated Experience and the One Time it Wouldn't Have Mattered Anyway
Jim was fifteen and bored out of his mind when he saw the motorcycle in the garage. Three weeks later he had it up and running and since no one cared where he was anyway he went to New Orleans and tested his fake id at a bar. Jim loved the appreciative looks and was about to go with a cute college girl when one of the hottest guys he had ever seen walked in. He was dark skinned and muscled with graying temples and laugh lines. After about fifteen minutes the guy looked at him and asked “wanna tell me your name?” and smiled. “Sure, it's Jim,” he replied and went to Everett's apartment. Jim learned to give head that night, after a practical example, and he decided that he enjoyed it. The next morning he found a note on the bed next to him that told him to get the hell out of wherever he was because it obviously made him do stupid things. It also had a personal comm code.
Jim was twenty two and a new cadet when he met Polon at a bar on the seedier side of town. He had never seen a Denobulan before but he was cute and Jim was tired of soft girls so he propositioned Polon. After waving to a slightly shell shocked Bones he left with Polon for the weekend. Rimming was an entirely new experience because damn did Polon have a long tongue and he knew how to use it. Jim took his turn, and despite the fact that his tongue was much shorter Polon seemed to enjoy what he was doing. Bones kept looking at him funny when he got back to the dorm room, so maybe he should hook them up. He didn't want Bones to be jealous.
Jim was twenty three and in another bar when Pike walked in. Jim was feeling a little crazy, like his skin was too small, and in Iowa he would have already been on his bike. But he wanted the universe and if that meant a more carnal escape well Pike had just volunteered to be his distraction. He had already asked Number One's permission anyway, he was reckless not stupid. Jim walked up to Pike and ran his fingers along the back of his neck before leaning in to whisper in his ear that he had Romulan ale, and wouldn't Pike like to come back to his room with him? Pike looked like he had punched him in the stomach and Jim decided to take a small measure of pity on him. Leaning against him he told him that Number One was expecting the full story and pictures out of him when she got back and showed him the OK he had gotten via comm. Pike hesitated for a moment but nodded and stood so they could go. Jim allowed himself the predators' smile he kept buried and followed him back to his rooms.
Jim thought Pike made the most wonderful noises with his tongue buried in Pike's ass. Pike was making soft little whimpering noises that he tried to keep muffled with his pillow. Jim was really enjoying watching him come apart, but he really wanted to get fucked so he got Pike to turn over and slid a condom over his dick. Pike made another lovely sound as Jim used his fingers to open and lube himself right on Pike's chest. Sliding back Jim steadied Pike's dick in one hand and used the other to guide him in. Jim sank down by inches, so he could watch Pike, and was pleasantly surprised when Pike showed that he definitely had done this before as he shoved up to meet Jim. It was good messy sex and Jim felt less like scratching his skin off.
Jim was still twenty three and there was this Survival instructor with two tongues and a prehensile tail. Enough said.
Jim was twenty six and the captain of his own starship and Bones kept giving him these looks so he decided to figure out what the hell was up with his CMO. Jim goes to sickbay and when Bones looks up and sees him he looks uncomfortable which is NOT ALLOWED so he goes over to Bones' desk and sits on it. Because it's his and he can do that. “So Bones,” he says leaning towards him “what could you possibly have done that you feel the need to blush-and-run whenever I come into the room?” This is of course met with a blush, but he has trapped the elusive Bones, and he will have answers. “Pavel wants to watch you fuck me,” is not however anything that he would have anticipated, but he didn't get to be captain by letting opportunity pass him by. He does let Bones run once he has made sure they will be a his quarters after beta shift.
Five hours later Checkov is kneeling next to the bed jacking off while Jim holds Bones' legs open with his knees and gives his little ensign a thorough view of where he is slowly pushing in and out. Checkov moans and comes when he forces Bones' legs wider and slides two of his fingers in next to his dick. Bones jerks and moans and comes all over Checkov's face. Jim considers it well worth the weeks of odd behavior.
The one time it wouldn't have mattered
Jim was twenty seven and was transporting a group of vulcans back to New Vulcan Colony. He also had the chance to catch up with the elder Spock who was so totally hot and could still wipe the floor with him. Jim knew that they would meet in his quarters later to have sex and he was really quite eager to get alpha shift over with so they could get to it. The devious vulcan had been teasing him all day, running his hands over every phallic shaped object on the ship. He was so going to get him back for that.
Finally in his quarters they greet each other with light teasing touches and soft kisses both human and vulcan as they undressed. Jim knows that if this were anyone other than who it was it would have the potential for heart break because he will never be someone's ghost, not Winona's and not Spock's but he knows this man, knows him to the very base and is known in turn and the dark eyes see only who he is and who he is becoming and that deserves a reward in his book. So Jim runs his hands over the area where Spock's genitalia is hidden and is rewarded with the emergence of his dick. He never got tired of seeing it because it was so different from his own like an enlarged wiggly flower stamen with slick lubricant drooling out of the exposed pores. Jim draped himself in sitting position over Spock's lap and enjoyed the stretch and rippling sensation as Spock's dick slid inside of him. It's movements were more pronounced now and Jim held on to Spock's shoulders as they prepared to meld.
Once they were done for the moment Jim let himself enjoy the companionship of the incredible being beside him. “Hey,” Jim said “did I ever tell you about the cop I met in New Orleans?”