[Kirk's Quarters] -- [Kirk and Bones]

[kirktastic]

Kirk felt somewhat better when returning from engineering. Hearing his lady talk had been an absolute pleasure, and briefly he wondered if she had spoken to anyone else like that or he was her first. That thought made him laugh, and the last tensions of the night spilled away. There would be too much to deal with the next day, but right now the

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[dctr_mccoy]

Despite the events of the previous night, Bones' internal chronometer went off at 0530 like it always did, whether he had to be at work that day or not.

He'd arranged to go in later this morning, so there was no rush to open his eyes, as he lay there snuggled warm against Jim. In fact, he was so comfortable that it was several minutes before he realized that he was in Jim's bed, strong arms wrapped around him, their legs somehow tangled together comfortably.

Leonard shifted to reach over and touch Jim when his head exploded. "Owww," he groaned to himself, stilling his movements immediately.

[kirktastic]

The small motion and the louder sound started to pull Kirk out of his dead sleep, but not probably in the sense that Bones wanted him to. Instead, his arms tightened around his friend and he nosed in closer, trapping Bones in the bed beside him.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones' body responded in different ways to Jim's arm - everything below his neck wanted to turn and press hard against that long body stretched out against his own, fitting so perfectly it amazed him. But his head was screaming, and he had to solve that first...

His pants... he remembered fixing himself a spray, knowing he'd most likely be hurting in the morning. But where were his pants...

Leonard pressed a kiss into Jim's forehead and slid out of his arms, as he stumbled slightly around the bed. Bathroom, he thought. Last night he'd made his way to Jim's room, let himself in, and stripped to his underwear in the bathroom. Reaching into the pocket of the pants he found on the ground, he sighed gratefully as he pressed the spray to his neck, feeling the pain relief medication hit his blood stream. Soon the fog would lift

[kirktastic]

There was the softest sound from Kirk as Bones settled back in, but this was a man that slept like the dead unless someone he didn't know was going to touch him. (Which then usually involved that other person being on the ground or in pain or both.) He simply pulled Bones against him again, settling against the other's body as if they had been born there.

His first conscious thought was the smell of rum. Almost confused, he nosed more into it, breathing in deeply. It took his mind a few more moments to realize that it wasn't just rum but the achingly familiar scent of Bones tucked up against his body. That made him groan quietly and burrow into his friend's neck, nosing into the warm flesh and settling there. It felt right, felt good, and in his half-asleep state, it suppressed the normal urges of trying to keep a space between them.

[dctr_mccoy]

"You'd like that," he whispered, part of him not believing he was really here, lying here with Jim sliding down his body, that tongue doing dangerous things to him. Mark me. Make me yours, he thought, Jim's words ringing his ears.

Then he saw the smirk - and any control he had snapped.

Fingers back in Jim's hair, he began pushing his head down toward his cock. "Gonna fuck that mouth first," he grunted, opening spreading his legs to make room for Jim.

[kirktastic]

A groan left Kirk as if he was the one getting touched - it was definitely all that dirty talk going straight to his cock. He rocked a little, putting some friction on his own cock for a moment.

He let himself be pushed down, and nosed at dark hair between the crux of the thighs. His lips parted, moving to bite firmly on a hip bone, then suckling roughly to make sure a mark would be left behind. Something small, subtle, but right there.

[dctr_mccoy]

Back arching, he almost left the bed, crying out at the bite. "Fuck," he slumped back into the bed, one hand gripping the sheets, the other firmly attached to Jim's head. "Dammit, Jim, fuck, now," he called out, his voice almost pleading.

[kirktastic]

Fuck, who would have ever have guessed Bones would be like this in bed? He grinned for just a second and wrapped his fingers around Bones' need, then whispered, "You'll fucking love this." Before he swallowed the other straight down to the root in one slow, torturous motion.