Waiting is half the fun? [Len & Bill]

[len_not_spock]

This time, it was Leonard who was waiting for Bill to return, after he had gone to meet Jim, ostensibly for a manly, entirely platonic affair.

Jim might be unaware of the real purpose behind the visit, but the thing was, Leonard decidedly wasn'tIn fact, his awareness of Bill's... intentions was proving to be more than a little distracting, and not

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[canadianbill]

It had taken rather more time than he might have hoped, but Bill Shatner always, after all, got what he wanted.

Out of this, he had wanted Jim's friendship reconfirmed; Jim's body smooth and heated against his; Jim's laughter in his ear; Jim's heat; their themness. And he had gotten all these things, and more.

So Bill was in a very good mood when he returned to the suite, as could be determined from the mussed state of his hair, the smears of eyeliner in unexpected places, and, moreover, the broad grin on his face.

The main room was empty, but Len was easily traced to the bedroom. Bill waited for the door to swish shut behind him, grinned, and said, "Hey, baby."

Oh, Bill was cocky today.

[len_not_spock]

Bill was cocky. He was also decidedly ruffled in his appearance, which did nothing to stop the low-burning arousal that had been with him for a while, now.

And was he wearing... eyeliner?

Leonard laughed, although the sound had a certain edge to it, going beyond pure amusement. "'Manly' time now includes the liberal use of cosmetics, huh? I take it went well, then?"

Alright, the grin that accompanied the last words was nothing but salacious. He could hardly be blamed, with Bill looking this well-fucked.

[canadianbill]

Bill laughed. "Mmm - originally it was only meant to be on Jim, as an experiment, but he insisted on reciprocating. Why, is it hot?"

He climbed onto the bed; crawled over towards Leonard on his hands and knees, and collapsed with his head propped on one hand. "I think you could say it went well. You could definitely say that."

[len_not_spock]

Leonard wondered distantly if Bill was aware of the picture he presented, was playing on it deliberately for his benefit, or whether he was genuinely oblivious, as was so often the case.

"You know it is," he replied, shifting until he was lying next to Bill, could run his fingers up his sides, kiss his neck and...

Fuck. If he'd been half way there before, simmering on a low burn, now he was instantly, fiercely aroused, powerless to stop the visceral reaction.

"You smell of Jim," he murmured in a low voice, darkly. "You smell of sex."