Fic: A Blur (Kirk/McCoy)
Title: A Blur
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Summary: It’s all a blur
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 540
A/N: Written for weepingnaiad’s prompt of sex pollen at jim_and_bones’s Flash Challenge. I wrote this quickly when inspiration hit so any mistakes are my own.
When Jim sees the purple flower, he feels himself drawn to it. Bones is grumbling about the two suns overhead possibly causing heatstroke if they’re not careful, and the rest of the landing party has drifted off into different directions. Jim leans down to smell the flower, distantly hearing Bones shout out a warning through the roaring in his ears that started the moment he noticed the flower.
There’s a hand gripping his forearm, pulling him back, but he can’t look away from the beautiful purple petals. He starts to sneeze when the flower puffs a cloud of pollen at him, and he rubs his eyes when they start to tear up. His skin itches, feeling too tight and too hot and too everything. Turning his head, he finds Bones staring at him, and he can’t look away.
It’s all a blur after that.
Hands and teeth and lips and tongues. Fabric tearing, need to touch bare skin. Nothing in the way. Hot skin, soft hair, hard cock. Sweat and Bones and sex and more more more. Whimper, whine, moan, sigh, groan, beg. Need. Want. Need. So wet, tongue licking, sucking. Scratching, bruising, biting, holding, never letting go. Tight, so hot and tight, faster, harder. Mine. Mine. Mine.
It’s hot and sticky. Jim blinks slowly as he wakes up, groaning when he tries to move. His body is sore, and it takes him a moment to remember where he is. When he does, he sits up quickly, rubbing his head as the world spins around him. The two suns are lower in the sky than before, but Jim doesn’t know how much time has elapsed since he first came into this clearing. He knows what happened, even if his memories are hazy and somewhat disjointed. A quick glance at his body confirms their validity, after all.
He has bruises on his arms and legs. There are bite marks on his neck, collarbone, and hipbone. He’s covered in sweat and come, smells like he just spent hours fucking, and his cock is twitching despite being nearly as sore as his ass feels. His lips are also tender and swollen, and he doesn’t have to say a word to know that his voice would be hoarse because his throat feels raw.
Jim looks down at Bones, who is just now starting to wake up, and he sees all the marks he made during…whatever it was that just happened to them. Bones whimpers as he rolls over onto his back and blinks blearily up at Jim. From what he remembers, he knows that Bones’ ass must ache even more than his because he wasn’t gentle when he claimed him. Over and over. Jim feels his cock twitch even more as he stares at Bones and feels a need to be inside him teasing at his senses.
Bones meets his gaze and makes a noise, breath catching at the same time he whines Jim’s name, and that’s it. That’s all Jim needs to hear to know there’s no regrets, whatever caused it, to know Bones needs and wants, too. Leaning down, he touches Bones' face then rubs his thumb over the bite mark on his throat. “Mine,” he whispers against Bones' swollen lips before they kiss.
End
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Summary: It’s all a blur
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 540
A/N: Written for weepingnaiad’s prompt of sex pollen at jim_and_bones’s Flash Challenge. I wrote this quickly when inspiration hit so any mistakes are my own.
When Jim sees the purple flower, he feels himself drawn to it. Bones is grumbling about the two suns overhead possibly causing heatstroke if they’re not careful, and the rest of the landing party has drifted off into different directions. Jim leans down to smell the flower, distantly hearing Bones shout out a warning through the roaring in his ears that started the moment he noticed the flower.
There’s a hand gripping his forearm, pulling him back, but he can’t look away from the beautiful purple petals. He starts to sneeze when the flower puffs a cloud of pollen at him, and he rubs his eyes when they start to tear up. His skin itches, feeling too tight and too hot and too everything. Turning his head, he finds Bones staring at him, and he can’t look away.
It’s all a blur after that.
Hands and teeth and lips and tongues. Fabric tearing, need to touch bare skin. Nothing in the way. Hot skin, soft hair, hard cock. Sweat and Bones and sex and more more more. Whimper, whine, moan, sigh, groan, beg. Need. Want. Need. So wet, tongue licking, sucking. Scratching, bruising, biting, holding, never letting go. Tight, so hot and tight, faster, harder. Mine. Mine. Mine.
It’s hot and sticky. Jim blinks slowly as he wakes up, groaning when he tries to move. His body is sore, and it takes him a moment to remember where he is. When he does, he sits up quickly, rubbing his head as the world spins around him. The two suns are lower in the sky than before, but Jim doesn’t know how much time has elapsed since he first came into this clearing. He knows what happened, even if his memories are hazy and somewhat disjointed. A quick glance at his body confirms their validity, after all.
He has bruises on his arms and legs. There are bite marks on his neck, collarbone, and hipbone. He’s covered in sweat and come, smells like he just spent hours fucking, and his cock is twitching despite being nearly as sore as his ass feels. His lips are also tender and swollen, and he doesn’t have to say a word to know that his voice would be hoarse because his throat feels raw.
Jim looks down at Bones, who is just now starting to wake up, and he sees all the marks he made during…whatever it was that just happened to them. Bones whimpers as he rolls over onto his back and blinks blearily up at Jim. From what he remembers, he knows that Bones’ ass must ache even more than his because he wasn’t gentle when he claimed him. Over and over. Jim feels his cock twitch even more as he stares at Bones and feels a need to be inside him teasing at his senses.
Bones meets his gaze and makes a noise, breath catching at the same time he whines Jim’s name, and that’s it. That’s all Jim needs to hear to know there’s no regrets, whatever caused it, to know Bones needs and wants, too. Leaning down, he touches Bones' face then rubs his thumb over the bite mark on his throat. “Mine,” he whispers against Bones' swollen lips before they kiss.
End