comment fic: Like a Stallion
pairing Kirk/McCoy, AOS
summary: A little comment fic I originally posted in May and now re-posted here for completion! Jim and Bones, Hikaru and Pavel have a piggy-back race on the beach. Inspired by the semi-weekly man-on-man-post HERE on jim_and_bones Community is members locked due to adult content.
rating pg-13
word count approx. 1000 words
warnings: none, un-beta-ed!
intriguing snippet: “Gid’up then, Jim - you’re either prize stallion or pet food. Which one’s it gonna be?”
“Jim., I swear…” Leonard tilts forward then back, reluctantly allowing his weight to settle in Jim’s arms. Piggy-back racing. Peachy.
“Bones, you’re like a dead weight, man, just hang on…” Jim shifts from one foot to the other then wedges his thumbs into the back of Leonard’s knees. “There.”
How exactly is the scrawny assed kid so god damned strong, anyways?
Leonard tenses his thigh muscles like he’s on a horse or something then gives a little squeeze, ignoring how this, wrapping his legs around Jim, makes his groin tighten. “Gid’up then, Jim - you’re either prize stallion or pet food. Which one’s it gonna be?”
Jim laughs then takes off with a whoop, leaning forward so Leonard’s naked torso is flush against his sweaty, sand basted back. It shouldn’t be so sexy but it’s Jim and he smells good, heat radiating off his skin like sun off rocks. And it’s kinda nice the way the friction, the bump of Jim’s vertebrae against the inside seam of Leonard’s cut-offs, is making Leonard feel all kinds of bonhomie, though you’d have to torture him to get that admission out of him.
Just ahead, of them, Hikaru and Pavel are in position. Pavel is astride his boyfriend looking pale and vulnerable in the heat, his curls loose and uncombed for days looks like; his fine hair succumbing to the persistent sea breeze and frequent swims so he looks like an urchin, just any kid, and not the genius Starfleet officer he is. Pavel’s fingers are intertwined with Hikaru’s and Leonard feels a pang of loss for this moment already, before it’s even over. Forty eight hours of shore leave left and they’ll be back out there, freshly confident and ready to face the crazies and the balls of fire, the imploding…
“Doctor,” Pavel says, squinting against the sun, “you are okay? You have tear in eye.”
“I sure as hell don’t have ‘tear in eye’ Pavel - it’s sand - god damned shitty sand gets everywhere.”
“And don’t I know it,” Jim says below him, stroking Leonard’s calf absently. Leonard squeezes Jim’s ribs a little too hard to cut that anecdote off at source.
“Ouch, Bones!”
“You wearing protection, Pavel?” Leonard asks, as Jim turns them and lines up next to Hikaru, pawing the ground with his right foot like a regular stallion.
“Hey, doc, leave the work behind, man,” Hikaru drawls lazily.
“Is it compulsory for officers to talk like teenagers?” Leonard grumbles, tapping Jim’s shoulder. He bends down and whispers into a sun-kissed ear “We need to win this, Jim - “
Jim answers from behind a cupped hand. “We can’t fucking lose this, Bones, you hear me? I have a rep to maintain with the crew.”
“Yeah, we can’t have them not taking their captain seriously, right,” Leonard’s using as much effort to control his facial muscles, to stop himself laughing as he is gripping his thighs.
“We’re wearing sunglasses, Bones, it takes the whole situation onto a different level.”
“Jim,” Leonard whispers, leaning down awkwardly, “I know you’re about to say something with ‘bad-ass’ in it, and I…”
It’s too late, he’s lost Jim, now that Hikaru and Pavel have taken off, kicking sand behind them, and Jim’s got to catch up. Leonard’s head whiplashes back then he finds his balance, and wraps his arms around Jim’s chest, watching his blond head bob as he runs. It’s ridiculous, in truth it’s fucking amazing! And yep, thanks to the up and down movement, he’s got a definite boner now.
They’re catching up, Hikaru has the definite advantage since Pavel can’t weigh much more than Joanna and she’s only nine.
Jim’s puffing and blowing, sweat trickling down his neck and shoulders. “Bones you have a fat ass,” he manages to get out.
“The hell I have,” Leonard wishes he could reach Jim’s ass to give it a nice swipe, “you ain’t gonna catch’em wasting energy bitching at me.” He waits a beat, takes in the easy glide of Hikaru’s limbs ahead of them, the ridiculously blue sky, the sound of the waves rolling in and his lover’s sun-bleached hair and he adds, “still, this boner must be quite the handicap.”
Leonard almost pitches over Jim’s head, but he’s ridden many a sassy mare in his time and he rights himself easily enough though, he notices, he’s managed to knock Jim’s sunglasses off into the sand.
“Get off me, Bones,” Jim says, and fuck, the command voice coupled with the look of intent in Jim’s eyes, send a flush up Leonard’s neck faster than green grass through a goose.
“You let them win,” Leonard says, removing his sunglasses, his eyes sweeping Jim just once, but enough to make his intention for the rest of the afternoon pretty damn clear.
“Forfeit!” Jim calls over his shoulder in explanation, not breaking eye contact. There’s a moan of mock-annoyance from Hikaru and then some muffled complaints from Pavel when he’s thrown to the sand.
“And you don’t look too broke up about it,” Leonard adds.
The corner of Jim’s mouth quirks and he bends down to pick up his shades giving Leonard a nice old view of his tight, captainly ass.
“Bones, I like the feel of your thighs round my back, you know that,” Jim says, slipping his hand round Leonard’s neck and guiding him close, “but how come it’s always me has to do the riding?”
“It never came up, I guess,” Leonard says leaning into him and nodding towards their cottage, “let’s go discuss it inside.”
END
summary: A little comment fic I originally posted in May and now re-posted here for completion! Jim and Bones, Hikaru and Pavel have a piggy-back race on the beach. Inspired by the semi-weekly man-on-man-post HERE on jim_and_bones Community is members locked due to adult content.
rating pg-13
word count approx. 1000 words
warnings: none, un-beta-ed!
intriguing snippet: “Gid’up then, Jim - you’re either prize stallion or pet food. Which one’s it gonna be?”
“Jim., I swear…” Leonard tilts forward then back, reluctantly allowing his weight to settle in Jim’s arms. Piggy-back racing. Peachy.
“Bones, you’re like a dead weight, man, just hang on…” Jim shifts from one foot to the other then wedges his thumbs into the back of Leonard’s knees. “There.”
How exactly is the scrawny assed kid so god damned strong, anyways?
Leonard tenses his thigh muscles like he’s on a horse or something then gives a little squeeze, ignoring how this, wrapping his legs around Jim, makes his groin tighten. “Gid’up then, Jim - you’re either prize stallion or pet food. Which one’s it gonna be?”
Jim laughs then takes off with a whoop, leaning forward so Leonard’s naked torso is flush against his sweaty, sand basted back. It shouldn’t be so sexy but it’s Jim and he smells good, heat radiating off his skin like sun off rocks. And it’s kinda nice the way the friction, the bump of Jim’s vertebrae against the inside seam of Leonard’s cut-offs, is making Leonard feel all kinds of bonhomie, though you’d have to torture him to get that admission out of him.
Just ahead, of them, Hikaru and Pavel are in position. Pavel is astride his boyfriend looking pale and vulnerable in the heat, his curls loose and uncombed for days looks like; his fine hair succumbing to the persistent sea breeze and frequent swims so he looks like an urchin, just any kid, and not the genius Starfleet officer he is. Pavel’s fingers are intertwined with Hikaru’s and Leonard feels a pang of loss for this moment already, before it’s even over. Forty eight hours of shore leave left and they’ll be back out there, freshly confident and ready to face the crazies and the balls of fire, the imploding…
“Doctor,” Pavel says, squinting against the sun, “you are okay? You have tear in eye.”
“I sure as hell don’t have ‘tear in eye’ Pavel - it’s sand - god damned shitty sand gets everywhere.”
“And don’t I know it,” Jim says below him, stroking Leonard’s calf absently. Leonard squeezes Jim’s ribs a little too hard to cut that anecdote off at source.
“Ouch, Bones!”
“You wearing protection, Pavel?” Leonard asks, as Jim turns them and lines up next to Hikaru, pawing the ground with his right foot like a regular stallion.
“Hey, doc, leave the work behind, man,” Hikaru drawls lazily.
“Is it compulsory for officers to talk like teenagers?” Leonard grumbles, tapping Jim’s shoulder. He bends down and whispers into a sun-kissed ear “We need to win this, Jim - “
Jim answers from behind a cupped hand. “We can’t fucking lose this, Bones, you hear me? I have a rep to maintain with the crew.”
“Yeah, we can’t have them not taking their captain seriously, right,” Leonard’s using as much effort to control his facial muscles, to stop himself laughing as he is gripping his thighs.
“We’re wearing sunglasses, Bones, it takes the whole situation onto a different level.”
“Jim,” Leonard whispers, leaning down awkwardly, “I know you’re about to say something with ‘bad-ass’ in it, and I…”
It’s too late, he’s lost Jim, now that Hikaru and Pavel have taken off, kicking sand behind them, and Jim’s got to catch up. Leonard’s head whiplashes back then he finds his balance, and wraps his arms around Jim’s chest, watching his blond head bob as he runs. It’s ridiculous, in truth it’s fucking amazing! And yep, thanks to the up and down movement, he’s got a definite boner now.
They’re catching up, Hikaru has the definite advantage since Pavel can’t weigh much more than Joanna and she’s only nine.
Jim’s puffing and blowing, sweat trickling down his neck and shoulders. “Bones you have a fat ass,” he manages to get out.
“The hell I have,” Leonard wishes he could reach Jim’s ass to give it a nice swipe, “you ain’t gonna catch’em wasting energy bitching at me.” He waits a beat, takes in the easy glide of Hikaru’s limbs ahead of them, the ridiculously blue sky, the sound of the waves rolling in and his lover’s sun-bleached hair and he adds, “still, this boner must be quite the handicap.”
Leonard almost pitches over Jim’s head, but he’s ridden many a sassy mare in his time and he rights himself easily enough though, he notices, he’s managed to knock Jim’s sunglasses off into the sand.
“Get off me, Bones,” Jim says, and fuck, the command voice coupled with the look of intent in Jim’s eyes, send a flush up Leonard’s neck faster than green grass through a goose.
“You let them win,” Leonard says, removing his sunglasses, his eyes sweeping Jim just once, but enough to make his intention for the rest of the afternoon pretty damn clear.
“Forfeit!” Jim calls over his shoulder in explanation, not breaking eye contact. There’s a moan of mock-annoyance from Hikaru and then some muffled complaints from Pavel when he’s thrown to the sand.
“And you don’t look too broke up about it,” Leonard adds.
The corner of Jim’s mouth quirks and he bends down to pick up his shades giving Leonard a nice old view of his tight, captainly ass.
“Bones, I like the feel of your thighs round my back, you know that,” Jim says, slipping his hand round Leonard’s neck and guiding him close, “but how come it’s always me has to do the riding?”
“It never came up, I guess,” Leonard says leaning into him and nodding towards their cottage, “let’s go discuss it inside.”
END