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Scarred, Kirk/McCoy

[lallyloo]

He knew Jim's body was prone to scarring. McCoy was the CMO, after all, and he'd seen the old chicken pox and acne scars, the cut across Jim's forehead from that away mission gone bad - the one that took forever to heal and then never really disappeared. The gouges on his hands, the faded bump under his chin, and that tiny nick out of his ear lobe. Some people are just prone to scarring, and Jim was one of those people. His scars heal but never fully disappear, leaving pale red lines and thick distorted skin, and McCoy has seen it all.

But this is the first time he's seen these ones up close. Jim is quiet as McCoy explores his body, fingering over the tanned skin, poking and prodding at the faded lines on Jim's back. Most run parallel to each other, a few overlap.

These scars are old. Whip marks, McCoy figures. From a belt, maybe.

“Jesus, kid,” McCoy mutters, tracing over each line with the tip of his finger.

Jim remains quiet, not pulling away or covering himself but not offering an explanation either. He knows McCoy will understand what they are, and he wants him to see. Finally.

McCoy leans in, placing gentle kisses along Jim's back. Trying to cover the scars with something good, trying to make them disappear. It's futile, of course, but he wants to try. He drags his tongue across Jim's skin, trailing saliva over the faded lines, and when he pulls back they look the same - wet, but the same.

He pauses, considering, before scraping his teeth along Jim's back. He waits, to see how Jim will react, and when Jim arches up towards him, silently asking for more, McCoy sinks his teeth in. He doesn't bite hard enough to break the skin, just hard enough to leave mean red dents across Jim's back and it effectively covers the faded lines. He bites until Jim's skin is pink and red and Jim is gasping underneath him, and then he kisses down the small of Jim's back and sinks a teasing bite into each ass cheek, before he reaches Jim's thighs. They're soft and covered in a light dusting of hair and McCoy is about to slip his tongue between them when he spots another line. It's pale, and almost unnoticeable aside from the thick, raised skin. Another whip mark, McCoy is sure of it. Some other type of object this time, possibly a strip of wood.

“Jim,” he says, and he doesn't mean for it to sound as mournful as it does, and Jim just shrugs in response.

McCoy nudges at Jim's thigh, urging him to open his legs a bit, until he's able to suck the area of skin into his mouth. He licks and sucks as if he's trying to pull the scar right off Jim's body. By the time McCoy stops, the soft skin of Jim's thigh is a mix of reds and purples, and Jim is panting beneath him. The raised skin is still there but it's as if McCoy has turned it into something good, something strangely fun, something between them instead of just a bad memory.

Jim is pushing back against him, so McCoy moves behind him and wraps an arm around his waist, hoisting him up onto his knees. McCoy slicks himself before pushing in and burying himself deep with Jim, and Jim is thrusting back to meet him, and McCoy fucks hard - harder than he normally might. He keeps his arm around Jim as he fucks him, and McCoy leans down to kiss and lick at the red dents peppered across Jim's back. Where the bite marks are beginning to fade, McCoy sinks his teeth in again leaving fresh ones, and Jim is panting and arching his back and moving as if McCoy will somehow be able to fuck it all out of him.

Jim comes first, shooting onto the bed below, and McCoy holds him up as he continues thrusting into him. By the time McCoy is spilling himself into Jim, Jim is nearly limp beneath him, with eyes heavy-lidded and his breath still coming in gasps.

Then they fall together, side by side, and Jim glances down at his discolored thigh and he's got a tired half-smile on his face.

“Thanks, Bones.”

Re: Scarred, Kirk/McCoy

[whiteraven1606]

Oooh. :D Thank you! This is great. I love it. :)

Thank you so much for writing for me.

Re: Scarred, Kirk/McCoy

[secretsolitaire]

This is so loving and sweet.