Shore Leave (7/9) (McCoy/Chapel, Reboot)
Title: Shore Leave
For: djinnfic for the mccoy_chapel Exchange ‘09
Author: esme_green
Pairing: Kirk/Chapel/McCoy
Rating: Adult (sexual situations M/F, M/F/M, M/M (only a hint of the latter, sorry))
Prompt/Notes: In Part One.
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"What do you think?" said McCoy.
"I could do this a while longer," said Jim.
McCoy nodded. "Same here."
Bastards, she would have said if her mouth wasn't full. But then McCoy pulled out of her and drove hard back inside, and Jim nudged deeper towards the back of her throat, and there was a mouth on one breast and a hand on the other and fingers probing for her clit and she climaxed again within seconds.
And again, a few minutes later.
"How are we doing?" Jim asked.
"Maybe time to give her a bit of a rest," McCoy conceded.
She didn't need a damn rest, and she let her teeth scrape over Jim's cock and clenched herself around McCoy's to let them know.
Both men groaned.
"All right, back in the tub with you, missy," said McCoy, easing himself out of her.
Jim had pulled out of her mouth, and was sliding his arm under her shoulders to lift her even as she spat out, "Missy? Who do you think-"
Oh. She broke off in a groan of pure pleasure. The water was still the perfect temperature, flooding her with warmth; she hadn't realized how chilled she'd gotten on the tile. Jim just smiled as he lay her back on the wide bench that ran down the middle of the tub, her head supported above the water while the rest of her reclined below.
McCoy slid into the tub with a satisfied noise, coming up on her other side and leaning in for a kiss. Yes, he still kissed just as well as she'd remembered.
She realized she hadn't kissed Jim yet, and tugged him down to her, turning away from McCoy. Jim's mouth was a strange mixture of playful and sincere that she didn't understand but was more than willing to explore.
Not to be outdone, apparently, McCoy decided to demonstrate how long he could hold his breath, too.
She turned more of her attention to Jim, sliding the fingers of one hand into his hair and finding his cock underwater with the other. She gripped it firmly, sliding back and forth over it, her thumb seeking the sensitive part under the head. He made a noise of pleasure that was satisfying to hear.
"Damn," he said, lifting his head. "No wonder Bones wouldn't stop kissing you."
Pulling him down again, she kissed him even as she arched into McCoy's touch. Far from the straightforward fucking a few minutes ago, McCoy's hands and mouth were gentle now, mapping their way slowly over her skin, making her tingle and burn.
Her next climax rolled over her unexpectedly, crashing in long, deep waves.
"Okay," she said when she finally caught her breath. "I'm having a great time, but the two of you really should come at some point."
Jim grinned down at her. "Only if you're sure."
"You heard the lady." McCoy gave a little jerk of his head, which was apparently some kind of sign.
Suddenly, she found herself on her stomach, her head resting on her folded arms on the elevated part of the bench.
"You okay?" McCoy asked, nuzzling her cheek while behind her, Jim was lifting her knees onto the bench, raising her ass.
She just let them do whatever they wanted-so far it had worked out really well for her.
And then two of Jim's fingers slid easily into her sex, and she gasped.
"Now," said McCoy. "I'm going to kiss you until he comes."
Nodding, her lips already parting in anticipation, she agreed. "Okay."
Jim's fingers retreated and she felt something much larger nudge her opening. She pushed back against it and there he was, big and hard and feeling very different from this angle. His first thrust made her yelp, and McCoy chuckled as he took her lips and swallowed the second yelp and then a few hundred more after that.
Jim took his time with her, building slowly, enjoying the grip of her inner muscles each time she came, thrusting through them and increasing his pace bit by bit. McCoy's mouth was her only constant, and she was clinging to him, nearly sobbing with pleasure, by the time Jim began to push hard and fast enough to put them both over the edge. She came with a ragged cry and felt Jim finish himself off inside her, driving through her spasms one more time.
When they finally fell silent and the water began to still, he eased out of her and McCoy's gentle brushes of lips against lips ceased. "I think you tired her out, Jim," he said in a low voice.
"She certainly tired me out," he answered, coming up on her other side.
Lifting her head, she turned to look at him. "That was amazing," she agreed, still a little groggy, "But yes, I think you did."
Jim leaned in and kissed her, so different from McCoy and yet still so addictive, and she let their tongues play together lazily.
She didn't notice, then, until McCoy put his hands on her ass, exactly what was happening.
"Doctor, no," she said, breaking the kiss and craning her neck to look back at him. "Just give me a couple of minutes-"
"Did she just call me 'Doctor', Jim?"
Jim laughed. "I think she did."
"Well, then, 'Nurse', I think we covered this already."
She started to twist away, but his hands gripped her hips and held them steady. "I didn't mean-"
"No, no." His fingers began to paint long, wide strokes over her mons and labia, and already she was feeling less tired, damn him. "I'm the doctor, which means you have to do what I say. Right?"
With what his fingers were promising, she was inclined to change her mind. "Fine, 'Doctor,'" she said.
"So that's a yes?" He took his hands away.
"Yes," she ground out.
Jim chuckled. "I think your bedside manner needs work, Bones."
"How about this?" McCoy asked, his hands thankfully coming back to part her thighs. "Just hold still. You won't feel a thing."
Both she and Jim were laughing when McCoy drove up into her from behind and she choked out a little scream.
"You want me to do the same thing he did?" Jim asked, stroking her hair.
McCoy was inside her, but clearly waiting to take his second thrust. She wondered about that for half a second, and then saw Jim-really saw him-for maybe the first time.
This was why McCoy was waiting. Because he knew Kirk, and she didn't.
Yet. "No," she said, leaning in and kissing him thoroughly. "No, I'm fine. You do whatever you want."
He grinned. "Okay. Maybe one more kiss. But then I want to see your face."
They kissed as McCoy took his second stroke, eliciting another noise from her, and his third, and his fourth, and then Jim pulled away and watched her, held her gaze with his while she moaned at every thrust, her expression flowering as McCoy took her through the mix of pleasure and pain to higher and higher plateaus.
Occasionally Jim reached out, brushed her lip with his fingertips as McCoy's thrusts propelled her forward, as they made her cry out while she clutched the sides of the bench for purchase.
Once, he leaned in and kissed her furrowed brow. Cupped her cheek as she came. But kept watching, just watching.
It drained her, seeing Jim like that, taking everything she was showing him and giving almost nothing back, and as McCoy continued to push into her, she finally let her emotions overwhelm her and surrendered herself to both of them.
It was as if she were floating above her body, seeing the tableau of the three of them from a great height: her, splayed out, all pale, limp limbs; McCoy working himself inside her; Jim's tawny head a little way away.
From a distance, she saw McCoy's hands tighten on her hips, immobilizing her as he increased his pace, and then his hand rising to slap her ass. Saw her body convulse in another orgasm, even as it rocked back and forth under the power of his thrusts.
Saw Jim's hands grab her face, trapping her as she came again and again. McCoy was pounding into her now, and it was as if she couldn't stop coming.
McCoy shouted and smacked her ass again, and she yelled as she came back into herself, her mouth inches from Jim's as he watched her pain and pleasure etch itself on her face.
Her entire body was shuddering, coming, and coming again, and McCoy was crying out too, his last thrusts rapid and jerky as he finally, finally, finished himself off inside her.
Silence fell. It was almost a full minute before Jim leaned in to take one more kiss. McCoy slumped down, sprawling half on top of her on the wide bench, and groaned.
Trapped under one man, kissed thoroughly by the other, she felt no inclination to move.
Though there was one thing-
Christine lifted her head briefly. "Spank me again and you're a dead man, McCoy."
Continued in Part Eight
For: djinnfic for the mccoy_chapel Exchange ‘09
Author: esme_green
Pairing: Kirk/Chapel/McCoy
Rating: Adult (sexual situations M/F, M/F/M, M/M (only a hint of the latter, sorry))
Prompt/Notes: In Part One.
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"What do you think?" said McCoy.
"I could do this a while longer," said Jim.
McCoy nodded. "Same here."
Bastards, she would have said if her mouth wasn't full. But then McCoy pulled out of her and drove hard back inside, and Jim nudged deeper towards the back of her throat, and there was a mouth on one breast and a hand on the other and fingers probing for her clit and she climaxed again within seconds.
And again, a few minutes later.
"How are we doing?" Jim asked.
"Maybe time to give her a bit of a rest," McCoy conceded.
She didn't need a damn rest, and she let her teeth scrape over Jim's cock and clenched herself around McCoy's to let them know.
Both men groaned.
"All right, back in the tub with you, missy," said McCoy, easing himself out of her.
Jim had pulled out of her mouth, and was sliding his arm under her shoulders to lift her even as she spat out, "Missy? Who do you think-"
Oh. She broke off in a groan of pure pleasure. The water was still the perfect temperature, flooding her with warmth; she hadn't realized how chilled she'd gotten on the tile. Jim just smiled as he lay her back on the wide bench that ran down the middle of the tub, her head supported above the water while the rest of her reclined below.
McCoy slid into the tub with a satisfied noise, coming up on her other side and leaning in for a kiss. Yes, he still kissed just as well as she'd remembered.
She realized she hadn't kissed Jim yet, and tugged him down to her, turning away from McCoy. Jim's mouth was a strange mixture of playful and sincere that she didn't understand but was more than willing to explore.
Not to be outdone, apparently, McCoy decided to demonstrate how long he could hold his breath, too.
She turned more of her attention to Jim, sliding the fingers of one hand into his hair and finding his cock underwater with the other. She gripped it firmly, sliding back and forth over it, her thumb seeking the sensitive part under the head. He made a noise of pleasure that was satisfying to hear.
"Damn," he said, lifting his head. "No wonder Bones wouldn't stop kissing you."
Pulling him down again, she kissed him even as she arched into McCoy's touch. Far from the straightforward fucking a few minutes ago, McCoy's hands and mouth were gentle now, mapping their way slowly over her skin, making her tingle and burn.
Her next climax rolled over her unexpectedly, crashing in long, deep waves.
"Okay," she said when she finally caught her breath. "I'm having a great time, but the two of you really should come at some point."
Jim grinned down at her. "Only if you're sure."
"You heard the lady." McCoy gave a little jerk of his head, which was apparently some kind of sign.
Suddenly, she found herself on her stomach, her head resting on her folded arms on the elevated part of the bench.
"You okay?" McCoy asked, nuzzling her cheek while behind her, Jim was lifting her knees onto the bench, raising her ass.
She just let them do whatever they wanted-so far it had worked out really well for her.
And then two of Jim's fingers slid easily into her sex, and she gasped.
"Now," said McCoy. "I'm going to kiss you until he comes."
Nodding, her lips already parting in anticipation, she agreed. "Okay."
Jim's fingers retreated and she felt something much larger nudge her opening. She pushed back against it and there he was, big and hard and feeling very different from this angle. His first thrust made her yelp, and McCoy chuckled as he took her lips and swallowed the second yelp and then a few hundred more after that.
Jim took his time with her, building slowly, enjoying the grip of her inner muscles each time she came, thrusting through them and increasing his pace bit by bit. McCoy's mouth was her only constant, and she was clinging to him, nearly sobbing with pleasure, by the time Jim began to push hard and fast enough to put them both over the edge. She came with a ragged cry and felt Jim finish himself off inside her, driving through her spasms one more time.
When they finally fell silent and the water began to still, he eased out of her and McCoy's gentle brushes of lips against lips ceased. "I think you tired her out, Jim," he said in a low voice.
"She certainly tired me out," he answered, coming up on her other side.
Lifting her head, she turned to look at him. "That was amazing," she agreed, still a little groggy, "But yes, I think you did."
Jim leaned in and kissed her, so different from McCoy and yet still so addictive, and she let their tongues play together lazily.
She didn't notice, then, until McCoy put his hands on her ass, exactly what was happening.
"Doctor, no," she said, breaking the kiss and craning her neck to look back at him. "Just give me a couple of minutes-"
"Did she just call me 'Doctor', Jim?"
Jim laughed. "I think she did."
"Well, then, 'Nurse', I think we covered this already."
She started to twist away, but his hands gripped her hips and held them steady. "I didn't mean-"
"No, no." His fingers began to paint long, wide strokes over her mons and labia, and already she was feeling less tired, damn him. "I'm the doctor, which means you have to do what I say. Right?"
With what his fingers were promising, she was inclined to change her mind. "Fine, 'Doctor,'" she said.
"So that's a yes?" He took his hands away.
"Yes," she ground out.
Jim chuckled. "I think your bedside manner needs work, Bones."
"How about this?" McCoy asked, his hands thankfully coming back to part her thighs. "Just hold still. You won't feel a thing."
Both she and Jim were laughing when McCoy drove up into her from behind and she choked out a little scream.
"You want me to do the same thing he did?" Jim asked, stroking her hair.
McCoy was inside her, but clearly waiting to take his second thrust. She wondered about that for half a second, and then saw Jim-really saw him-for maybe the first time.
This was why McCoy was waiting. Because he knew Kirk, and she didn't.
Yet. "No," she said, leaning in and kissing him thoroughly. "No, I'm fine. You do whatever you want."
He grinned. "Okay. Maybe one more kiss. But then I want to see your face."
They kissed as McCoy took his second stroke, eliciting another noise from her, and his third, and his fourth, and then Jim pulled away and watched her, held her gaze with his while she moaned at every thrust, her expression flowering as McCoy took her through the mix of pleasure and pain to higher and higher plateaus.
Occasionally Jim reached out, brushed her lip with his fingertips as McCoy's thrusts propelled her forward, as they made her cry out while she clutched the sides of the bench for purchase.
Once, he leaned in and kissed her furrowed brow. Cupped her cheek as she came. But kept watching, just watching.
It drained her, seeing Jim like that, taking everything she was showing him and giving almost nothing back, and as McCoy continued to push into her, she finally let her emotions overwhelm her and surrendered herself to both of them.
It was as if she were floating above her body, seeing the tableau of the three of them from a great height: her, splayed out, all pale, limp limbs; McCoy working himself inside her; Jim's tawny head a little way away.
From a distance, she saw McCoy's hands tighten on her hips, immobilizing her as he increased his pace, and then his hand rising to slap her ass. Saw her body convulse in another orgasm, even as it rocked back and forth under the power of his thrusts.
Saw Jim's hands grab her face, trapping her as she came again and again. McCoy was pounding into her now, and it was as if she couldn't stop coming.
McCoy shouted and smacked her ass again, and she yelled as she came back into herself, her mouth inches from Jim's as he watched her pain and pleasure etch itself on her face.
Her entire body was shuddering, coming, and coming again, and McCoy was crying out too, his last thrusts rapid and jerky as he finally, finally, finished himself off inside her.
Silence fell. It was almost a full minute before Jim leaned in to take one more kiss. McCoy slumped down, sprawling half on top of her on the wide bench, and groaned.
Trapped under one man, kissed thoroughly by the other, she felt no inclination to move.
Though there was one thing-
Christine lifted her head briefly. "Spank me again and you're a dead man, McCoy."
Continued in Part Eight