[The Last Morning] -- [Risa] -- [Kirk and Bones]

[kirktastic]

After Harold woke him up way too early, Kirk had a plan going in his head. He brushed a kiss on Bones' forehead before he left the warmth of the bed and their cabin.

He left a simple note for Bones.

Bones,

Go shower.

-JTK

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[dctr_mccoy]

You had to hand it to Jim, he thought sleepily, as he scrubbed his face with his hand. The man had a way of breaking things down to their simplest form. Go shower. Okay, Jim... I'll bite.

The water was divine, as it had been all week. Long hot showers were something he dearly missed living on a starship, where conservation practices were observed and enforced. Not knowing how long Kirk would be, he lingered, head against the side of the shower as hot water rolled down his head and over his body. He touched himself lazily, feeling warm and playful after the events of last night - the bar, the singing, the way they told each other how much this mean to them without saying a word.

Damn, he was half-hard again, just thinking about Kirk, that fucking smile and those goddamned eyes that ate him up inside.

He toweled off quickly, drying his hair as he wrapped the towel around his waist. Their last morning here - tomorrow they'd be back on board the ship, so every moment here needed to last.

[kirktastic]

When Bones left the shower and walked back into the bedroom, there would be a gift awaiting him on the bed.

It was tied up with leather and black silk and had a bright red bow on it. On the bow was a small note, "Happy Birthday, Bones. Use as desired."

James T. Kirk was kneeling on that bed, his head bent with black silk over his eyes, leather straps dangling from his wrists and ankles, and a leather collar around his neck along with the bow and note. Otherwise, he was nude. Spread out nearby was a small mix of things... purchased from the shops at Risa.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones stared for a long moment, taking in the image of Jim clad, if it could be called that, in leather straps and silk. Fucking fuck, he thought, his breathing hitching as he saw how hard Kirk was, poised and ready for him.

Dropping the towel, Bones walked toward the bed, slowly, circling around the bed to see him from every angle, each view even more wonderful than the one before. Forget what he said about Jim's eyes, that ass... fuck, that was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life.

Standing behind Kirk, Bones put his hand on one round, pert cheek and squeezed.

[kirktastic]

A quiet groan escaped Kirk with that squeeze, his cock throbbing a little bit. He was taking a major gamble with all of this - he had no idea if Bones would even like this sort of thing. Or maybe he was taking it too far (...they had had an orgy but hey, this was different!).

It was a major gamble in the area of trust, too. He knew the knots he had tied into the leather - he could undo them with just his mouth if he had to. He was safe.