Posted for Joanne_c!
Title: Denial
Author's/Artist's name: joanne_c
Written/Drawn for: hyde_the_body
Pairing/Characters: Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: au/crossover/fusion; McCoy as something other than a
doctor (while still having to deal with the insufferable James T.
Kirk).
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount, Gene Roddenberry
and JJ Abrams, not me.
Jim had never known how he had ended up at the bar. He didn't think about it.
He didn't even really think about the man who served behind the bar,
the man he only knew as Leonard. He'd picked up things. Gossip, about
how he was divorced and his wife had left him with the bar and nothing
else. Jim didn't care much about that, he just cared that it left the
man open and vulnerable. Which meant that Jim could find a nice place
to come back to, not one of those other places that he didn't like to
think about. He also was damn good at bar work, it being one of his
few exploitable skills that didn't involve selling his ass.
It was a match made in, if not heave, at least pragmatic Earth.
Jim was currently making some adjustments to the bar menu, and this
particular adjustment required him to be on his knees behind the bar,
out of sight of anyone who might enter the place. Not that anyone
would at this hour, that strange time between the end of one night and
the beginning of the day. It was dimly light outside and yet still
dark enough inside for Jim to pretend he might get some decent sleep.
He went back to the adjustments, and almost didn't hear the doors
open, if not for his self-preservation instincts. Leonard was on drunk
taking home duty... unless he might have finished early?
He glanced over the top of the bar and well. There was Leonard. Okay.
He could do that.
Leonard was dressed in leather. Jim liked Leonard in leather. Jim
liked Leonard out of leather even more, but in leather was a very
close second. Black pants almost as tight as the bodysuit he'd picked
as Jim's uniform, the leather definitely not hiding Leonard's assets,
Jim thought with a grin as he stood up, and he also checked out the
leather jacket as well. It looked really good on Leonard. Leonard in
leather only meant one thing. There was always a day to pay his debts
and this was one of the few that Jim relished paying.
He watched as Leonard turned.
Oh, but Leonard's back was even more delicious than his front. And
the jacket, oh, my. Jim was unable to stifle a strangled moan. The
sight was almost too much to bear. Jim's cock hardened, and he knew
Leonard could see it. It was why the uniform had been chosen. He
wanted to be out there, taking off that leather jacket, exploring the
contours of Leonard's body. He coughed quietly. He knew Leonard knew
he was there. But he knew Leonard liked the illusion of surprise, too.
"Kind of dull around here with just you and me," Leonard said, moving
over to the bar.
"You think just my company will be dull, Leonard? That's not
what you said last night," and Jim's grin was pure sex. "Especially
when I sucked your cock dry."
"I didn't say that..." Leonard answered, moving towards the
younger man in a way that could only be termed as predatory.
Jim grabbed Leonard's shoulders a moment before the older man could
draw him into his arms, and turned Leonard around so that he was
pressed against the bar.
"So..." Leonard almost hissed, "This is how it's going to be?"
Jim answered in kind by nipping at Leonard's neck. Leonard's head fell
back, and he groaned under the movement of Jim's lips.
Jim groaned too. It wasn't often Leonard let him take the lead - there
had only really been one other time. But he was feeling frustrated.
Angry. Needing to be in control. He also knew if Leonard didn't want
it, there was no way he'd let him do this, so he just kept going.
Jim was trying to work that same magic on Leonard that he'd worked on
Jim a few nights ago. This feeling of connectedness? It was a heady
feeling, he thought.
Jim kissed Leonard deeply, pressing him more firmly into the bar,
until he realised that Leonard's moans weren't all pleasure, that he
was trying to ease some of the pressure between himself and the hard
wood of the bar.
"Hey, what is this? I'm ever doing anything that makes you
uncomfortable, you let me know. Immediately," the young man's deep
blue eyes glowed with intensity, He'd been in too many situations
where he was hurt to let Leonard have that happen, even by accident.
"You weren't hurting me, Jim. Not so much that I couldn't have endured
a lot more. I'm not into pain during sex, by any means, but it would
take a lot more than that for me to really be uncomfortable. I just
thought that it was foolish to be kissing on top of the bar when
there's a perfectly comfortable couch just over here."
Jim smiled, and led Leonard to the couch. He moved a hand under the
leather jacket, to the accompaniment of more moans and gasps from his
partner, and Jim was completely unsurprised to see that Leonard wore
nothing underneath. It was kind of hard to include underwear with such
tight pants, Jim knew. Jim was exploring Leonard's fair skin, fingers
occasionally becoming entangled in the curls on his chest, managing to
time his moans of pleasure with Leonard's.
Jim bent his head, and explored Leonard's broad, muscular chest. He
loved this. Leonard was so responsive to his every touch, even more so
than Jim was to Leonard on occasion. Leonard was moaning and writhing
underneath him, the friction between the leather pants and his
clothing creating more heat. Jim gasped as Leonard touched him through
his clothing, feeling the dampness that was forming at the head of his
cock.
"Fuck me, Jim," Leonard pleaded, and Jim was surprised. Leonard had
not asked this of him before. Not that he minded, of course, he
grinned to himself, and began the preparations he knew so well.
Jim moved over Leonard's body, mapping out the pleasure points, each
kiss or gentle nip causing a moan of pleasure. Leonard made to turn
over, but Jim stopped him. "No. I want to see your eyes, Leonard. They
are so," he kissed the lids, "Expressive, I have to see what they look
like when you come." He hoped that didn't show more than he could
admit to feeling, but he didn't know how he felt about Leonard.
Leonard couldn't respond. Jim knew he'd never heard Jim sound so
passionate, even when he'd been with Jim and another man. There was
something about Jim when he took the initiative, apparently. Then
Jim's lubricated fingers began to open Leonard, and he could see that
Leonard's thought processes stopped at the first touch of Jim's
fingers.
Jim moved his fingers deep within Leonard as he prepared him to be
fucked, and Leonard shuddered under the waves of pleasure.
"You like this, don't you?" Jim whispered, kissing those lips again
before he could be answered. He positioned himself at Leonard's hole,
and eased himself inside his partner. He paused a moment, to feel the
connection between them, then he began slowly thrusting inside
Leonard, increasing speed as Leonard's muscles clenched around him.
Jim took Leonard's cock in his hand, and moved on it in the same
rhythm as he was moving in and out of Leonard's body. Leonard climaxed
with a yell, Jim gave one last deep thrust and shuddered into orgasm.
After they both stopped shuddering, Jim silently cleaned them up. He
didn't speak, nor did Leonard.
They both got back into their clothes and headed upstairs, before
shedding them and climbing into the same bed.
Jim hoped that maybe next time, he'd be able to say something. It
always felt awkward after sex.
He also knew he thought this every time lately, and he expected
something major would need to change before he could say anything. He
just didn't what it was that he'd need to say.
Author's/Artist's name: joanne_c
Written/Drawn for: hyde_the_body
Pairing/Characters: Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: au/crossover/fusion; McCoy as something other than a
doctor (while still having to deal with the insufferable James T.
Kirk).
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount, Gene Roddenberry
and JJ Abrams, not me.
Jim had never known how he had ended up at the bar. He didn't think about it.
He didn't even really think about the man who served behind the bar,
the man he only knew as Leonard. He'd picked up things. Gossip, about
how he was divorced and his wife had left him with the bar and nothing
else. Jim didn't care much about that, he just cared that it left the
man open and vulnerable. Which meant that Jim could find a nice place
to come back to, not one of those other places that he didn't like to
think about. He also was damn good at bar work, it being one of his
few exploitable skills that didn't involve selling his ass.
It was a match made in, if not heave, at least pragmatic Earth.
Jim was currently making some adjustments to the bar menu, and this
particular adjustment required him to be on his knees behind the bar,
out of sight of anyone who might enter the place. Not that anyone
would at this hour, that strange time between the end of one night and
the beginning of the day. It was dimly light outside and yet still
dark enough inside for Jim to pretend he might get some decent sleep.
He went back to the adjustments, and almost didn't hear the doors
open, if not for his self-preservation instincts. Leonard was on drunk
taking home duty... unless he might have finished early?
He glanced over the top of the bar and well. There was Leonard. Okay.
He could do that.
Leonard was dressed in leather. Jim liked Leonard in leather. Jim
liked Leonard out of leather even more, but in leather was a very
close second. Black pants almost as tight as the bodysuit he'd picked
as Jim's uniform, the leather definitely not hiding Leonard's assets,
Jim thought with a grin as he stood up, and he also checked out the
leather jacket as well. It looked really good on Leonard. Leonard in
leather only meant one thing. There was always a day to pay his debts
and this was one of the few that Jim relished paying.
He watched as Leonard turned.
Oh, but Leonard's back was even more delicious than his front. And
the jacket, oh, my. Jim was unable to stifle a strangled moan. The
sight was almost too much to bear. Jim's cock hardened, and he knew
Leonard could see it. It was why the uniform had been chosen. He
wanted to be out there, taking off that leather jacket, exploring the
contours of Leonard's body. He coughed quietly. He knew Leonard knew
he was there. But he knew Leonard liked the illusion of surprise, too.
"Kind of dull around here with just you and me," Leonard said, moving
over to the bar.
"You think just my company will be dull, Leonard? That's not
what you said last night," and Jim's grin was pure sex. "Especially
when I sucked your cock dry."
"I didn't say that..." Leonard answered, moving towards the
younger man in a way that could only be termed as predatory.
Jim grabbed Leonard's shoulders a moment before the older man could
draw him into his arms, and turned Leonard around so that he was
pressed against the bar.
"So..." Leonard almost hissed, "This is how it's going to be?"
Jim answered in kind by nipping at Leonard's neck. Leonard's head fell
back, and he groaned under the movement of Jim's lips.
Jim groaned too. It wasn't often Leonard let him take the lead - there
had only really been one other time. But he was feeling frustrated.
Angry. Needing to be in control. He also knew if Leonard didn't want
it, there was no way he'd let him do this, so he just kept going.
Jim was trying to work that same magic on Leonard that he'd worked on
Jim a few nights ago. This feeling of connectedness? It was a heady
feeling, he thought.
Jim kissed Leonard deeply, pressing him more firmly into the bar,
until he realised that Leonard's moans weren't all pleasure, that he
was trying to ease some of the pressure between himself and the hard
wood of the bar.
"Hey, what is this? I'm ever doing anything that makes you
uncomfortable, you let me know. Immediately," the young man's deep
blue eyes glowed with intensity, He'd been in too many situations
where he was hurt to let Leonard have that happen, even by accident.
"You weren't hurting me, Jim. Not so much that I couldn't have endured
a lot more. I'm not into pain during sex, by any means, but it would
take a lot more than that for me to really be uncomfortable. I just
thought that it was foolish to be kissing on top of the bar when
there's a perfectly comfortable couch just over here."
Jim smiled, and led Leonard to the couch. He moved a hand under the
leather jacket, to the accompaniment of more moans and gasps from his
partner, and Jim was completely unsurprised to see that Leonard wore
nothing underneath. It was kind of hard to include underwear with such
tight pants, Jim knew. Jim was exploring Leonard's fair skin, fingers
occasionally becoming entangled in the curls on his chest, managing to
time his moans of pleasure with Leonard's.
Jim bent his head, and explored Leonard's broad, muscular chest. He
loved this. Leonard was so responsive to his every touch, even more so
than Jim was to Leonard on occasion. Leonard was moaning and writhing
underneath him, the friction between the leather pants and his
clothing creating more heat. Jim gasped as Leonard touched him through
his clothing, feeling the dampness that was forming at the head of his
cock.
"Fuck me, Jim," Leonard pleaded, and Jim was surprised. Leonard had
not asked this of him before. Not that he minded, of course, he
grinned to himself, and began the preparations he knew so well.
Jim moved over Leonard's body, mapping out the pleasure points, each
kiss or gentle nip causing a moan of pleasure. Leonard made to turn
over, but Jim stopped him. "No. I want to see your eyes, Leonard. They
are so," he kissed the lids, "Expressive, I have to see what they look
like when you come." He hoped that didn't show more than he could
admit to feeling, but he didn't know how he felt about Leonard.
Leonard couldn't respond. Jim knew he'd never heard Jim sound so
passionate, even when he'd been with Jim and another man. There was
something about Jim when he took the initiative, apparently. Then
Jim's lubricated fingers began to open Leonard, and he could see that
Leonard's thought processes stopped at the first touch of Jim's
fingers.
Jim moved his fingers deep within Leonard as he prepared him to be
fucked, and Leonard shuddered under the waves of pleasure.
"You like this, don't you?" Jim whispered, kissing those lips again
before he could be answered. He positioned himself at Leonard's hole,
and eased himself inside his partner. He paused a moment, to feel the
connection between them, then he began slowly thrusting inside
Leonard, increasing speed as Leonard's muscles clenched around him.
Jim took Leonard's cock in his hand, and moved on it in the same
rhythm as he was moving in and out of Leonard's body. Leonard climaxed
with a yell, Jim gave one last deep thrust and shuddered into orgasm.
After they both stopped shuddering, Jim silently cleaned them up. He
didn't speak, nor did Leonard.
They both got back into their clothes and headed upstairs, before
shedding them and climbing into the same bed.
Jim hoped that maybe next time, he'd be able to say something. It
always felt awkward after sex.
He also knew he thought this every time lately, and he expected
something major would need to change before he could say anything. He
just didn't what it was that he'd need to say.