Fill: After, Dammit! Star Trek AOS: Kirk/McCoyageofalejandroJuly 21 2011, 19:28:48 UTC
Um, fic kind of took on a life of its own...hope that's ok. Sort of shifted away from just Jim trying to jump Leonard's bones. ___________________________________________________ "Dammit Jim!" Leonard's voice went up an octave when Jim grabbed him from behind. "My daughter's wedding is in twenty fucking minutes! We don't have time!" he squawked, attempting to escape his partner's octopus clutches.
Jim nibbled lightly at his neck. "Yes we do. Time enough," he said between nips, "for a blow job at least. God, you look good in a tux." Jim ran his hands across Leonard's shoulders and down his chest, slipping a hand under his vest to stroke his stomach.
Leonard blushed and paused strategically, allowing Jim to think he was going to get his way (he wasn't, despite how good a blow job sounded right now), and took advantage of Jim's brief relaxation to slip out of his grip. "After," he promised, scooting out of the way of Jim's last ditch attempt to grab him. "The moment we're done, you can blow me."
Jim gave him his best puppy dog eyes. "I know you're stressed out, and endorphins and all..."
Rolling his eyes, Leonard reached for the door and slid it open. "No. After," he insisted, stepping out into the hall. He waited for Jim to catch up with him and took his hand. "I can't believe she's getting married already! It was practically yesterday she was in diapers."
Jim grinned. "Grandchildren are next you know."
They reached the lift and waited for it to open, Leonard running a hand through his hair, mussing it. "Do not remind me of that. I can't be a grandfather before I'm fifty. It's not allowed."
Jim reached up and smoothed his hair back. "Stop that," he said. "It'll be ok. Both of them are pretty focused on their careers, so I bet they'll wait a few years."
Leonard looked at him. "So was I. Still got married real young and had her not long after I turned twenty two."
Shrugging, Jim rested his hands on Leonard's shoulders. "Maybe she won't follow your footsteps."
"Let's hope so," Leonard replied with a sigh.
The lift doors opened and they were greeted with the sight of Jocelyn and Clay, who waved and nodded at them respectively.
"Ready to hand off our baby girl?" Jocelyn asked Leonard, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"No," he replied grouchily, stepping into the lift with Jim at his heels.
"I don't think you're ever quite ready," Clay commented from her side as the door shut. Clay had three adult daughters of his own, all of whom were married with children.
Leonard sighed. "Think I can still chase Jack away?"
"Not without her killing you," Jim said.
Jim pulled him aside when they got off the lift, a smirk on his face.
"No," Leonard said. "Whatever you're planning, no."
"Relax," Jim replied, looking half offended, half amused. He wrapped his fingers around Leonard's hip and pushed him affectionately. "You're gonna stress Joanna out. You know how sensitive she is to other people's moods."
Leonard nodded with a sigh. "I know, I know," he said, consciously trying to relax.
Jim kissed him briefly. "A blow job would help settle your nerves, you know," he said lightly, eyes twinkling.
Leonard knew he was mostly joking about giving him one right now and rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he grumbled, shifting to allow Jim to reach around to stroke his lower back, where his stress tended to collect. He felt some of it draining away under Jim's fingertips. "Thank you," he murmured.
Jim smiled. "Anytime. Now," he said, ceasing his impromptu massage and smacking Leonard's ass. "You've got a daughter to be father of the bride to, so let's go." With that, he reached for Leonard's hand and lead him to meet an amused, smiling Joanna. He took her arm as Jim scurried down the aisle to his seat.
His daughter's smile was big and bright. "Ready?" she asked.
"No," he grumbled.
Joanna laughed and squeezed his arm with hers. The music started up, she smiled at him again, and they set off.
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"Dammit Jim!" Leonard's voice went up an octave when Jim grabbed him from behind. "My daughter's wedding is in twenty fucking minutes! We don't have time!" he squawked, attempting to escape his partner's octopus clutches.
Jim nibbled lightly at his neck. "Yes we do. Time enough," he said between nips, "for a blow job at least. God, you look good in a tux." Jim ran his hands across Leonard's shoulders and down his chest, slipping a hand under his vest to stroke his stomach.
Leonard blushed and paused strategically, allowing Jim to think he was going to get his way (he wasn't, despite how good a blow job sounded right now), and took advantage of Jim's brief relaxation to slip out of his grip.
"After," he promised, scooting out of the way of Jim's last ditch attempt to grab him. "The moment we're done, you can blow me."
Jim gave him his best puppy dog eyes. "I know you're stressed out, and endorphins and all..."
Rolling his eyes, Leonard reached for the door and slid it open. "No. After," he insisted, stepping out into the hall. He waited for Jim to catch up with him and took his hand. "I can't believe she's getting married already! It was practically yesterday she was in diapers."
Jim grinned. "Grandchildren are next you know."
They reached the lift and waited for it to open, Leonard running a hand through his hair, mussing it. "Do not remind me of that. I can't be a grandfather before I'm fifty. It's not allowed."
Jim reached up and smoothed his hair back. "Stop that," he said. "It'll be ok. Both of them are pretty focused on their careers, so I bet they'll wait a few years."
Leonard looked at him. "So was I. Still got married real young and had her not long after I turned twenty two."
Shrugging, Jim rested his hands on Leonard's shoulders. "Maybe she won't follow your footsteps."
"Let's hope so," Leonard replied with a sigh.
The lift doors opened and they were greeted with the sight of Jocelyn and Clay, who waved and nodded at them respectively.
"Ready to hand off our baby girl?" Jocelyn asked Leonard, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"No," he replied grouchily, stepping into the lift with Jim at his heels.
"I don't think you're ever quite ready," Clay commented from her side as the door shut. Clay had three adult daughters of his own, all of whom were married with children.
Leonard sighed. "Think I can still chase Jack away?"
"Not without her killing you," Jim said.
Jim pulled him aside when they got off the lift, a smirk on his face.
"No," Leonard said. "Whatever you're planning, no."
"Relax," Jim replied, looking half offended, half amused. He wrapped his fingers around Leonard's hip and pushed him affectionately. "You're gonna stress Joanna out. You know how sensitive she is to other people's moods."
Leonard nodded with a sigh. "I know, I know," he said, consciously trying to relax.
Jim kissed him briefly. "A blow job would help settle your nerves, you know," he said lightly, eyes twinkling.
Leonard knew he was mostly joking about giving him one right now and rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he grumbled, shifting to allow Jim to reach around to stroke his lower back, where his stress tended to collect. He felt some of it draining away under Jim's fingertips. "Thank you," he murmured.
Jim smiled. "Anytime. Now," he said, ceasing his impromptu massage and smacking Leonard's ass. "You've got a daughter to be father of the bride to, so let's go." With that, he reached for Leonard's hand and lead him to meet an amused, smiling Joanna. He took her arm as Jim scurried down the aisle to his seat.
His daughter's smile was big and bright. "Ready?" she asked.
"No," he grumbled.
Joanna laughed and squeezed his arm with hers. The music started up, she smiled at him again, and they set off.
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