Fic: Lead Me Not Into Temptation (Rated: NC-17) (Kirk/McCoy) **WARNINGS**
Title: Lead Me Not Into Temptation
Author: wook77
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: James Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~5800
Warnings: consensual underaged sexual encounter
Summary: Jim's a tactical genius, even at 13. Leonard doesn't stand a chance when his seduction is the final result of Jim's plan.
A/N: I'm so going to the special hell for this one. Inspired by this set of photos of Karl Urban in a dorky sexy sweater vest and elanorofcastile's request for professor!Bones and student!Jim. IDEK, people. Further warning: Jim is 13, Bones is 19. If I could make that sparkly and blinking (and not annoy people), I would. Seriously, be aware, consensual underaged sexual encounter. Also written for the prompts of "orgasm control/denial" for my Kink Bingo card and "coming of age" for my Cliche Bingo card. I've already booked my seat in the handbasket to the speshul hell.
"And maybe, when you get back, you'll understand just how good you have it here, boy."
The campus of Ole Miss was boring. There were trees and old buildings and lots and lots of boring people. Unfortunately, James Tiberius Kirk was stuck in this hellhole for the entire summer because he'd pissed off Frank one too many times. It was shocking even to him but Jim missed home. He missed knowing what girls would be willing to let him kiss him and what bars might serve him a drink or three because of his last name. He missed being able to sneak out at night and go joyriding with his friends. He missed running wild and the freedoms he had as an almost-orphan.
Here, however, he had to check in with a dorm monitor every night. Had to make sure that his room was clean for the random inspections. Had to study. Had to go to class. Had to be at every scheduled activity known to man. In short, he had no freedoms and he knew Frank was to blame. He'd seen the letter that Frank had sent the program heads and how Frank had labeled him as a "troubled youth". He'd seen the way that Frank had insisted that his every waking moment be scheduled and monitored.
The lack of freedom sucked but so did the lack of stimulation. The classes weren't hard. He didn't get why the actual college students were bitching about the classes and the work considering that he was at least five years younger than any of them and he finds it easy as anything. He was stuck going it alone, too. No one was willing to study with him considering that he was thirteen and making them look stupid to the professors.
Even the resident assistant was sticking her nose into his business. Jocelyn, call me Jo was constantly popping into his room and asking him how things were going. He just wanted her to disappear so he could sneak out and find some sort of entertainment.
His opportunity came in the guise of Call-Me-Jo's boyfriend, Lenny. Jim recognized the look Lenny tossed towards him, could feel the heat of it straight into his cock and his wet dreams. Jim fantasized about Lenny and started to watch him, to see what really made Lenny pay attention to him.
~*~
Jim was a tactical genius, even the professors here acknowledge it. His plan was rather foolproof, if he did say so himself. He was so going to get fucked by Lenny by the program's end.
~*~
"He's just a kid, Len. Study with him and try to be his friend. He's lonely," Jocelyn said as they sat at the small sofa in her tiny room.
"He's a nightmare waiting to happen."
"Jim's a good kid, just misunderstood." Jocelyn put her hand on his thigh and turned a pleading face on him. He was never been able to resist giving in to that look.
"All right," he agreed and he couldn't help the feeling of swirling doom that came with his acqueisence. Jim was too tempting and too pretty for Leonard's good.
~*~
"How old you say you were, kid?" Lenny asked as Jim ignored the textbooks on his desk. He'd wrangled a study partner for his xenophysiology class. It only took a bit of finagling and a few well-placed suggestions to Call-Me-Jo before she volunteered her boyfriend to help him out.
He's going to be a doctor and that was that. Jim had barely resisted grinning ferally at them both, schooling his features right back into innocent teenager.
"Sixteen," Jim said, the lie tumbling off his lips with ease. It helped that the program was supposed to be for those fifteen and up but Frank had showed his test results to the university and they'd made an exception for such a hero's genius son. No one needed to know, especially not Lenny.
"Right, kid," Lenny said and then gestured towards the padds. "You about ready to study?"
"Yeah, sure, I'm ready to study," Jim said and then sat on the sofa next to Lenny. He tried, with all the subtlety in his thirteen year old body, to slowly slide closer to Lenny until their thighs were brushing against one another and they were pressed shoulder to shoulder.
"I don't think you need to sit this close," Lenny said as he shifted.
Jim grinned at him, shrugging his shoulders and watching Lenny watch him. "What if I have questions and the answers are only on your padd?"
"Then I'll tell you the answers."
"I'd rather find out for myself," Jim said and then winked. Lenny raised an eyebrow and Jim found himself getting hard, suddenly and insistently. The things that eyebrow did to him. It had starred in far too many of his dreams, lately.
"So xenophysiology," Lenny said as he pointed at his padd. "What areas are you having a problem with?"
"Well, see, it's like this," Jim said as he shifted on the sofa so that he was facing Lenny. He reached out a hand and placed it just over Lenny's hand on the padd. "See that right there?"
"What?" Lenny asked, staring at the padd. Jim leaned in so that their heads were close together and then drifted his hand over Lenny's until he was pointing at a spot on the padd.
"What about it?" Lenny's tone was breathy and Jim leaned in just a bit closer, putting his hand on Lenny's thigh for support. He made sure that his hand was high up on Lenny's thigh.
"I don't get that part right there."
"Back off, kid," Lenny said, turning his head as their lips brushed quickly. He recoiled quickly, leaping to the other end of the sofa. Jim toppled forward, not his most graceful moment, and recovered quickly.
"Don't know what you're talking about," Jim said, doing his best to project innocence.
"Sure you don't."
Jim was all right with the way that Lenny had pulled back. It just meant that Jim was getting to him. Time for the next part.
~*~
Lenny knocked on his door and Jim opened it up, dressed in his tightest t-shirt and jeans.
"You still have that exam tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Got something to do with Deltans and Devaronians or something," Jim said as he bent over, reached across the desk as far as he could and then grabbed his padd. He could hear Lenny's quick inhalation but he resisted the urge to wiggle his ass. Instead, he looked over his shoulder. "You know much about the way that Deltan's exude sex or anything?"
"Something about it, yeah," Lenny said as he stared at Jim's ass. Jim merely licked his lips and then slowly straightened, giving himself a minute more to try to forced down the hard-on that was pressing against the desk from Lenny just looking at him.
"Good." Jim pointedly ignored the fact that he'd already studied for the exam.
~*~
Parents Weekend should've been a dismal affair for Jim. After all, his mum was off-planet, his brother was god-knows-where and Frank was enjoying his summer without Jim around. He had no one and that would depress everyone else. But not Jim. He was happy enough to tag along with Lenny and Call-Me-Jo as they took pity on the poor, abandoned guy and let him join them as they went out for dinner or the movies.
He fell asleep on Call-Me-Jo's sofa and woke up to Lenny carrying him down the hall to his own room. Never one to deny an opportunity, he turned his head into Lenny's chest and breathed in, gripping Lenny's t-shirt with a tight fist and refusing to let go as Lenny tried to set him down on the bed.
"Come on, kid, time to sleep."
"Donleabme'lone," he murmured as he held on.
"It's fine, kid. Time to sleep in your own bed."
Jim finally let go, letting Lenny set him down on the bed. He had no idea what was going on as Lenny untied his shoes, tucked him in and then smoothed the hair off his face. The touch was more gentle than he could ever remember experiencing. It left him swimming in confusion as he drifted off to sleep to dream about Lenny touching him like that more often.
~*~
The next part of the plan went off without a hitch. Jim had scheduled a study time with Lenny at five exactly. Lenny was so predictable in his habits that Jim knew that Lenny was going to show up at five minutes before five. He also knew that Lenny would open up Jim's door, pop his head in and ask, "you ready, kid?"
So Jim made sure that he was dripping and barely wrapped in a towel as Lenny opened the door (five minutes before five) and asked, "you read-oh god."
"Sorry, I'm behind," Jim said and grinned at the play on words as he looks at Lenny. He couldn't help laughing at what Lenny's wearing. The man had the fashion sense of a seventy-year old man. He was dressed in the lamest sweater vest known to man over a pair of jeans with a tie. His hair was so slicked down that all Jim wanted to do was run his fingers through it and muss it up until Lenny grabbed his hands, threw him down on to the bed and ravaged Jim with his lips. Those pornographic and far too full lips.
With a casualness he didn't feel, he walked past Lenny to grab his underwear and pants off the desk next to where Lenny stood half-in and half-out of the doorway. He made sure to brush against Lenny, barely brushing his cock against Lenny's thigh.
He didn't expect the way that Lenny stepped into the room, slammed the door and then grabbed him by the shoulders. "Look, you little cocktease, I don't know what your game is but it's going to stop. Now."
"What're you talking about?" Jim tried for the innocent tone that Call-Me-Jo believed.
"I'm talking about the way that you're always battin' your eyes at me and rubbin' up against me and walkin' around in a towel." Lenny gave him a shake and Jim barely held onto the towel. "Get it into your little, infantile mind. I'm not interested."
"Really?" Jim reached out a hand and flicked his fingertips across Lenny's hard cock. "I think that begs to differ." Before Lenny could react, he switched his grip and squeezed it, massaging with his palm and fingertips the best he could.
"Get your hands off me," Lenny growled and then thrust into Jim's grip.
"You're saying that but I don't think you mean it." Jim let go of the towel and, as it shimmied down his hips, he reached out and unfastened Lenny's jeans, getting the top three buttons undone before Lenny grabbed his hands.
"You're going to regret this," Lenny growled (the sound going straight to Jim's cock so fast and hard that he resolved to piss Lenny off all the time for the rest of the summer).
"Yeah?" Jim said, raising an eyebrow. "We'll see."
Lenny grabbed his shoulders, turned them towards the small bed and then pushed Jim backwards. "You ever fuck before, kid?"
"Sure," Jim said, lying easily once more.
"Sure you have. Doesn't matter, you're going to get fucked now." And there was that growl once more. Jim's cock was leaking as he tumbled with another push from Lenny. "You come and that'll be the end of it. 'Bout time someone taught you some manners."
Lenny reached out and squeezed the base of Jim's dick until it was almost painful but the urge to come disappated just a bit so that Jim could breathe without worrying about coming from just the idea of Lenny fucking him.
"You going to teach me about my own physiology?" Jim asked, grinning as Lenny's hand slid up his cock and then back down.
Jim wasn't passive as Lenny touched him. At least not once he got over the novelty of having someone else's hand on his cock. He finished unfastening Lenny's jeans and then tried to force them off his hips. He wanted Lenny's cock and he didn't let the tangle of denim and cotton get in the way. He just thrust his hand into Lenny's boxers and brushed his hand across it, thrilling in the first feel of a cock in his hand.
"I want to suck it," he said as he mouthed against Lenny's neck.
"Then do it," Lenny let go of his cock and gestured towards his own. "But don't you dare come, you get too close and you squeeze it just like I did. Only way you're coming is when I'm balls deep in your ass."
Jim immediately grabbed his cock and squeezed. "You keep talking like that and I'm going to come whether you want me to or not."
"Then it's over now. You should have more control at sixteen."
Now was definitely not the time to tell Lenny that he was only thirteen. Instead, he put on his best cocky grin and waited until Lenny had pulled off his pants and boxers before leaning forward and sucking just the tip into his mouth. He'd overheard enough girls talking about this that he knew he shouldn't just take the whole thing into his mouth all at once. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the base and then sucked further down, pausing only to pull back and suck further down. The taste was disgusting and the feel of cock in his mouth was awkward but he wanted to make Lenny come so he kept going.
"That's enough, kid," Lenny said as he grabbed Jim's hair and pulled him back. Jim looked up at him and licked his lips, thrilling in the experience. Lenny still had that ridiculous sweatervest on and he didn't know that he'd ever seen anything more sexy in his life than a mussed-up Lenny with his long hair and a nerdy sweatervest with his hard cock thrusting out of his tangled jeans.
"You going to fuck me now?" Jim asked with the cocky grin back in place.
"If you shut up," Lenny said as he gripped the hem of that vest. Jim reached up and grabbed Lenny's hands, stilling him.
"Leave it on," Jim said, squeezing Lenny's hands.
"You're a strange kid." Lenny entwined their fingers and then tugged Jim's hands until they were over his head and then let go. "Flip over, on your knees."
"You going to spank me?" Jim asked as he flipped over and then wiggled his ass. The crack of palm against his ass had the cocky grin disappearing.
"You keep mouthing off, you little ass, and I'll do it, see if I won't. Now shut up and let me fuck you. You got any lube?" Lenny asked as he spread Jim's ass and brushed a finger across his hole.
"In the drawer." Jim gestured towards the table by the bed.
"How the hell did you get my lube?" Lenny asked as he pulled it out and then slapped Jim's ass again.
"Call-Me-Jo had it out on her desk so I swiped it and if you keep slapping my ass, I'm going to slap yours."
"You and what army, kid?"
"Yeah, yeah yeah, you're so much bigger and stronger than me. I'll believe it when you fuck me," he said, wiggling his ass. At least the minute's pause had given him enough time to bring his erection down so he didn't come as soon as Lenny touched him.
"You're an eager little slut, aren't you?"
"Fuck or talk."
"Both," Lenny said and then Jim felt his finger rubbing across Jim's hole, barely breaching him. He pushed back into it and was rewarded with another slap on his ass. "Control yourself or I will."
"Oh yeah? You and what army, old man?" Jim parroted back and found himself having his ass spanked again.
"You've got a mouth on you."
"I'd rather it be on you." Jim barely bit back the yelp as Lenny breached his hole and then pulled back before thrusting back in.
"If it was on me, you wouldn't have my finger in your ass."
"I'm sure we could fuck face to face."
"Considering it's your first time, this is less painful."
"Know a lot about fucking people in the ass?"
"Me to know."
"And me to find out," Jim said as he thrust back towards Lenny's palm. Another finger joined the first and Jim felt uncomfortably full. When Lenny moved, this time, he crooked his fingers and Jim didn't bite back the cry this time, moaning as Lenny brushed up against something within him. "Do that again."
"Liked that, did you, you little cocktease?"
"I don't think, oh god, I don't think I'm the one teasing your, jesus, again, ass."
"Losing your attitude, aren't you? Good. I like you better when you're not constantly trying to one up me." A third finger joined the first two as Lenny spoke. Jim thought he was going to split open. Lenny's lips on the back of his neck were gentle as he spoke, "Relax. Breathe through your nose and out through your mouth. Deep breaths, relax, Jim."
It took a minute or two but Jim got control of himself and relaxed around Lenny's fingers.
"Better?" Lenny said as his lips mouthed across Jim's neck, shoulders and back. Jim had softened at the penetration but he found himself getting hard from the weight of Lenny pushing down on him and the way that those lips explored his body.
"Yeah."
"Good. My cock's bigger so you let me know if it hurts."
"Bit of ego there or what?" Jim taunted as he pushed back against those fingers once more. Either his words pissed Lenny off or Lenny took his movement for acceptance as he started to fingerfuck Jim hard.
"You trying to piss me off into just fucking you whether you like it or not?"
"Just want you to move on," Jim said as he pushed back into the fingers as the twisted in his body. When they left, he felt empty and moaned, thrusting back further in a search. The smack on his ass barely gave any warning before he felt his cheeks get spread and Lenny's cock press against his ass.
"Push out when I push in, it'll go easier."
Jim did what he was told, bearing down as Lenny slowly slid into his body. All talk of ego aside, Lenny's cock was much bigger than his fingers, forcing him open so slowly. The gentle slide definitely made things easier as he concentrated on the way that Lenny was filling him and not the uncomfortable stretching.
"That's it, you're doing fine," Lenny muttered against his neck, lips grazing his skin. "Just a bit more, come on, Jim, you can do this, just a bit more, that's it, just like that. Almost in."
The words soothed him though Lenny's hand sliding across his back and ass helped. After what felt like an hour, Lenny was fully seated and Jim thought he'd burst for certain. "You going to move?"
"I'm going to give you a minute to get used to me being in you and then I'll move. Stop being a demanding bitch and let me take care of you." The words were rough but the tone was gentle as Lenny ran both his hands up Jim's side and across his back, down over his ass and then up once more to wrap around his body and tweak his nipples. Those hands slid further down his body until they wrapped around his half-hard cock. "You're not hard."
"You just stuck your dick up my ass, would you be hard?"
"Yeah, maybe."
Lenny's hands disappeared for a moment and then one came back, slick with lube, before wrapping around his cock and giving it a tug. The other hand slid back up his body until it reached his chest and pulled them both backwards to rest on Lenny's thighs as he sat on his calves. Lenny's mouth moved across his neck, sucking in his earlobe and nipping at it before traveling back across his collarbone, sucking in skin and nibbling his way over to his shoulder. Jim leaned into the touch, body pliant and submissive, as Lenny held onto his hand and tugged until Jim's arm was arched over his shoulder and around the back of Lenny's neck. Lenny's mouth wasn't still as he maneuvered Jim around. Instead, he kissed Jim's bicep before nipping the skin there, too.
With the way that Lenny's touching him, Jim quickly hardened once more, cock jutting into Lenny's grip as it slid up and down his length. The fullness was no longer too much, rather, it added to the sensory overload he was going through as it combined with the touch and the grip and the lips and the position and the rub of that sweater vest on his back and everything until his balls tightened and he found himself on the verge of orgasm only to have Lenny squeeze the base of his cock once more.
"You'll come when I tell you to."
"Who knew that the future doctor had a domineering streak?" Jim said, turning his face to look at Lenny as he kissed Jim's arm. Before Jim could say anything else, Lenny kissed him, lips gentle on his as Lenny's tongue licked across his lips. He opened to the silent demand and blessed any deity listening that Lenny's hand was still squeezing the base of his cock so he wouldn't come.
He didn't want to disappoint Lenny and that was a strange enough sentiment to give him pause. He excelled at disappointing people. Hell, if they had a class on disappointing people, Jim would be the instructor. He loved it, embraced it, enjoyed it to the point of maliciousness. But, still, in the end, he didn't want to disappoint Lenny.
As he'd been kissing Lenny, Lenny's hands had moved until they gripped his hips and raised them slightly before pulling him back down. The slipslide of the cock in him surprised him. The kiss didn't break as he sat up slightly and then slid back down Lenny's cock.
"That's it, kid, you want to move faster or harder, you just let me know."
"Stop being nice to me," Jim said. "I just want you to fuck me, not be nice to me."
"I'll do both."
"I just want you to fuck me."
"I don't care what you want. I want to be nice to you. I want to fuck you. I care about me."
"So you're fucking me cause you're a greedy fucker?"
"You've got a filthy mouth for such a kid."
"Learned it from you, old man." Jim's sass would've got him hit by Frank (not that Frank would be in this position and even the barest hint of it made Jim shudder in disgust) but Lenny only laughed before thrusting into him once more.
"You also have a helluvan attitude."
"That one I got on my own." Jim couldn't take the gentle hands and gentler mouth any more. "You can start fucking me now."
"That's what I'm doing."
It wasn't, though. If he'd had to put a term on what Lenny was doing, it certainly wasn't fucking. He lashed out, "I want you pounding me, not this gentle girly shit."
"Yeah?" Lenny asked and then bent them forward until Jim was on his hands and knees again. "You want it harder?"
"God, yes, finally," Jim moaned as Lenny pulled back and thrust forward hard. Another series of thrusts and Jim thought for sure that he was about to come.
Lenny's hand stopped him once more. "You come when I tell you that you can."
"I hear that, oh jesus, repeating your-more, god more- self is the first sign of - there, just right there, god, Lenny, right there - is the first sign of senility." He could barely get the comment out as Lenny kept thrusting into him, jerking his cock in a matching rhythm. Whether Lenny was squeezing his cock or not, Jim was definitely teetering on the edge of orgasm.
"You want to come?" Lenny panted in his ear as he continued to thrust.
"Yes," Jim moaned in response.
"You say 'please'."
"Fuck you," Jim said as Lenny twisted his hips at the end of a thrust.
"You say 'please' and I'll let you come. All you have to do is beg me for it."
"I'll come when I want."
"Not when I'm controlling your cock, you won't. You set this up but I'm in charge and it's about goddamned time you get that."
"I didn't set up, oh Christ, yes, that, jesus yes more, god."
"You did. You set this all up. You kept teasing and tormenting and touching. You kept going even after I asked you to stop. Now you're going to beg me for it. No more of these subtle games. You want to come, you ask me." Lenny paused for a moment and then added, "Nicely."
Jim would've spat back more obscenities or insults but Lenny's rhythm changed and Jim thought his body was going to implode from the need to come. Lenny's deep, easy thrusts were killing him, taking him far too close to needy and wanting and, suddenly, he felt every one of his thirteen years. He just wanted Lenny to approve of him, care for him and if begging got that, he'd do it. "Please, Lenny, please, let me come, please, just let me come. Can't take you like this, need to come, please."
"Then come," Lenny whispered in his ear as he gave one last tug to Jim's cock.
Jim spilled over his hand, head rearing back as he cried out and lost control, knees collapsing out from under him and pulling Lenny's cock out of his body as he landed on the bed. He would, until his dying day, refute any and all claims that he blacked out from the intensity. It felt like hours passed until he came back to himself.
"You all right?" Lenny asked as Jim realized that Lenny was rubbing his hand up and down Jim's back, small circles that warmed and relaxed his skin.
"Yeah. You didn't come though."
"Kid, you have no idea."
"So it was good for you then?"
"You want platitudes and reassurance, you're not getting them from me. It was good and that's all I'm going to say about that."
"You're an asshole."
"You're the idiot that wanted me." Lenny slapped his ass lightly and then tugged at his shoulder. "Come on, you need a shower."
"What're you going to tell Call-Me-Jo?"
"About what?"
"About the way you fucked me silly?"
"Nothing. Now, come on and get yourself cleaned up. You have semen on your back and front and I need to clean up before I go back to my own room."
Jim allowed Lenny to tug him and then pull him into the small private bathroom.
~*~
"Things going all right with Jim?" Jo asked as they sat on the small sofa in her room. Her feet tucked up underneath his thigh, Lenny couldn't help the guilt that swirled over what he'd done to Jim just a few hours earlier. He was certain that it was clinging to him in large, brightly colored letters, screaming for all and sundry to see that he'd fucked Jim while dating the love of his life. As much as he wanted to blame Jim, he was the one with the experience and the maturity to keep it from happening. He'd wanted Jim and that was that.
"What d'ya mean?" he asked, trying to keep from admitting anything.
"Didn't Jim have an exam coming up?"
"Oh yeah, tomorrow. He'll be fine. Sometimes I think he just wants someone to study with him so he isn't lonely."
"That's probably right. The kid seems to come from a rough home. He ever open up to you?"
Lenny almost answered with 'yes, he opened his legs and ass really wide to me today and maybe I can get his lips to open around my cock tomorrow' but he held himself back.
"Not really. He just has this thing about not wanting people to be nice to him."
"Yeah, he seems really uncomfortable with it. I wish I was further in my classes. Maybe I'd learn how to draw out whatever's going on with him."
"We should just leave it alone. Kid doesn't want help."
"I think he's begging for it."
Lenny flushed at her choice of words, remembering the way that he'd insisted that Jim beg for release.
"So you'll do it?"
"Do what?"
"Try to draw him out? Show him that he's deserving of being treated nicely?"
"Yeah, I'll treat him nicely."
"You're such a good man, Lenny."
"Now you're just being mean," he growled and then reached for her, kissing her neck just where she liked it the most. Her answering giggle didn't wipe away the memory of Jim begging him for release.
~*~
"Lick it, just under the head, yeah, just like that," Lenny instructed as Jim sucked at his cock. "You can suck a bit harder, you know. Take me in deeper. That's good, just like that. You're turning into quite a little cocksucker."
Jim's answering finger made Lenny laugh, sending his cock deeper into Jim's mouth.
"Relax your throat and take me deeper." Lenny threaded his hands into Jim's hair and gently pushed him to take more of his cock. "There you go, breathe through your nose and relax, just relax, don't even worry about sucking right now, just take it. That's really good."
Lenny let Jim pull off for a moment and stared at the way that Jim's skin was flushed as he panted, dripping spit off the side of his mouth. The sight was almost too much for him. "Wanna come all over your face."
"You're a kinky fuck."
"Just for that," Lenny said as a teasing threat. He pulled on his cock onetwothree times and then came, spurting onto Jim's face. "Now lick it off."
The fact that Jim did as he was told was almost as startling as the sight of Jim licking the semen off his face.
"Come here," he ordered and then lapped his own semen off Jim's face before kissing him.
When they broke apart, Jim looked nervous. Lenny'd known the kid long enough to know that he was thinking about something that he didn't want Lenny to know about which only led to Lenny pushing him. "What's going through your head, kid?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah?"
"So you think maybe you'd write me or something?"
"I could do that."
"Yeah?" Jim brightened and Lenny sat back, stunned at the beauty of his face.
"Yeah."
~*~
Frank barely greeted him before bitching about the length of time it took him to load his things into the vehicle. Jim didn't have enough time to run back and hug Lenny or Call-Me-Jo. Instead, he had to settle for a quick wave as the vehicle took off as he shut the door.
It was only as they pulled up to the farmhouse that Jim realized he hadn't given his full name let alone his address to Lenny. Worse, he didn't have Lenny's name or Call-Me-Jo's full name, either. He was so fucking stupid that he'd fucked up keeping in contact with the one set of people that had been nice to him.
Years went by and Jim eventually forgot about Lenny except to tell people how he'd lost his virginity at thirteen to an older man. Whenever the current flavor had performed poorly, he'd toss it in their face "I got fucked better when I was thirteen, you talentless dick" but he forgot about the way that Lenny had treated him kindly. It was easier to forget.
~*~
"Bones! Let's go, shore leave starts in - oh, sorry." Jim hadn't realized that Bones was on a call and he started to quickly back out of the room.
"Who's this, Lenny?" the woman on the screen asked.
"This is James Kirk, the captain," Bones said and gestured him over. "Captain, meet my ex-wife, Jocelyn."
"Call me Jo. Lenny's told me so much about you," she said and smiled at him.
Jim froze. That voice. And what she'd said. And Lenny. Lenny. Jim looked from Bones to the screen and back to Bones again.
"Lenny?" he said quietly.
"Old college nickname. No one calls me that anymore so don't you start," Bones said and then turned back towards the screen. "Appreciate the time with Jojo."
"Of course. You are her father." Jo smiled again, bringing back memories of her far too many years ago and then turned towards Jim. "It was a pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to see you again," he said and then the screen went blank.
"Again? You know my ex?" Bones said as he turned towards Jim.
"Um, funny story about that," Jim muttered as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'll have to tell you it, someday."
"How about you tell me now." Bones stood and crossed his arms.
"Wouldn't you rather get down to the planet, start the shore leave?"
"No, Jim, I'd like to hear how you know my ex-wife."
"So, look. I lied to you."
"About knowing my ex?"
"Um, no. I knew your ex years ago."
"Don't tell me you screwed her, too?"
"What?" Jim sputtered and glared. "Of course I didn't! I'd be a complete asshole if I went around fucking your ex-wife!"
"So then…"
"She helped me get something I wanted, is all."
"How'd you meet her?"
"Don't really remember. It was years ago. Come on, Bones, shore leave waits for no man." Jim swung an arm around Bones's shoulders and tugged him towards the door. "If it makes you feel better, I thought she was a bitch even then."
"It doesn't make me feel better, at all."
"Well, she's out of your life now," Jim said and then they were in the hallway. Jim had a few things to think about now.
"Yeah, except for the fact that she has my house, my horses, and my daughter."
"Well, ok. Point taken."
"So how'd you lie to me?"
"I was thirteen," Jim muttered and then tried his best to distract Bones by changing the subject. The only one around was Sulu and he leapt at the opportunity for the intervention. "Sulu! Ready for shore leave?"
"I am, Captain, thanks."
"Good to hear, man. How about you walk with us to the shuttles? We could take the same one, if you want."
"This ain't over," Bones muttered. Jim could only hope that by the end of the shore leave, Bones would've forgotten all about the conversation.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
Other than that I'm a dirty, dirty perv who is going to burn. I already know that part.
Author: wook77
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: James Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~5800
Warnings: consensual underaged sexual encounter
Summary: Jim's a tactical genius, even at 13. Leonard doesn't stand a chance when his seduction is the final result of Jim's plan.
A/N: I'm so going to the special hell for this one. Inspired by this set of photos of Karl Urban in a dorky sexy sweater vest and elanorofcastile's request for professor!Bones and student!Jim. IDEK, people. Further warning: Jim is 13, Bones is 19. If I could make that sparkly and blinking (and not annoy people), I would. Seriously, be aware, consensual underaged sexual encounter. Also written for the prompts of "orgasm control/denial" for my Kink Bingo card and "coming of age" for my Cliche Bingo card. I've already booked my seat in the handbasket to the speshul hell.
"And maybe, when you get back, you'll understand just how good you have it here, boy."
The campus of Ole Miss was boring. There were trees and old buildings and lots and lots of boring people. Unfortunately, James Tiberius Kirk was stuck in this hellhole for the entire summer because he'd pissed off Frank one too many times. It was shocking even to him but Jim missed home. He missed knowing what girls would be willing to let him kiss him and what bars might serve him a drink or three because of his last name. He missed being able to sneak out at night and go joyriding with his friends. He missed running wild and the freedoms he had as an almost-orphan.
Here, however, he had to check in with a dorm monitor every night. Had to make sure that his room was clean for the random inspections. Had to study. Had to go to class. Had to be at every scheduled activity known to man. In short, he had no freedoms and he knew Frank was to blame. He'd seen the letter that Frank had sent the program heads and how Frank had labeled him as a "troubled youth". He'd seen the way that Frank had insisted that his every waking moment be scheduled and monitored.
The lack of freedom sucked but so did the lack of stimulation. The classes weren't hard. He didn't get why the actual college students were bitching about the classes and the work considering that he was at least five years younger than any of them and he finds it easy as anything. He was stuck going it alone, too. No one was willing to study with him considering that he was thirteen and making them look stupid to the professors.
Even the resident assistant was sticking her nose into his business. Jocelyn, call me Jo was constantly popping into his room and asking him how things were going. He just wanted her to disappear so he could sneak out and find some sort of entertainment.
His opportunity came in the guise of Call-Me-Jo's boyfriend, Lenny. Jim recognized the look Lenny tossed towards him, could feel the heat of it straight into his cock and his wet dreams. Jim fantasized about Lenny and started to watch him, to see what really made Lenny pay attention to him.
~*~
Jim was a tactical genius, even the professors here acknowledge it. His plan was rather foolproof, if he did say so himself. He was so going to get fucked by Lenny by the program's end.
~*~
"He's just a kid, Len. Study with him and try to be his friend. He's lonely," Jocelyn said as they sat at the small sofa in her tiny room.
"He's a nightmare waiting to happen."
"Jim's a good kid, just misunderstood." Jocelyn put her hand on his thigh and turned a pleading face on him. He was never been able to resist giving in to that look.
"All right," he agreed and he couldn't help the feeling of swirling doom that came with his acqueisence. Jim was too tempting and too pretty for Leonard's good.
~*~
"How old you say you were, kid?" Lenny asked as Jim ignored the textbooks on his desk. He'd wrangled a study partner for his xenophysiology class. It only took a bit of finagling and a few well-placed suggestions to Call-Me-Jo before she volunteered her boyfriend to help him out.
He's going to be a doctor and that was that. Jim had barely resisted grinning ferally at them both, schooling his features right back into innocent teenager.
"Sixteen," Jim said, the lie tumbling off his lips with ease. It helped that the program was supposed to be for those fifteen and up but Frank had showed his test results to the university and they'd made an exception for such a hero's genius son. No one needed to know, especially not Lenny.
"Right, kid," Lenny said and then gestured towards the padds. "You about ready to study?"
"Yeah, sure, I'm ready to study," Jim said and then sat on the sofa next to Lenny. He tried, with all the subtlety in his thirteen year old body, to slowly slide closer to Lenny until their thighs were brushing against one another and they were pressed shoulder to shoulder.
"I don't think you need to sit this close," Lenny said as he shifted.
Jim grinned at him, shrugging his shoulders and watching Lenny watch him. "What if I have questions and the answers are only on your padd?"
"Then I'll tell you the answers."
"I'd rather find out for myself," Jim said and then winked. Lenny raised an eyebrow and Jim found himself getting hard, suddenly and insistently. The things that eyebrow did to him. It had starred in far too many of his dreams, lately.
"So xenophysiology," Lenny said as he pointed at his padd. "What areas are you having a problem with?"
"Well, see, it's like this," Jim said as he shifted on the sofa so that he was facing Lenny. He reached out a hand and placed it just over Lenny's hand on the padd. "See that right there?"
"What?" Lenny asked, staring at the padd. Jim leaned in so that their heads were close together and then drifted his hand over Lenny's until he was pointing at a spot on the padd.
"What about it?" Lenny's tone was breathy and Jim leaned in just a bit closer, putting his hand on Lenny's thigh for support. He made sure that his hand was high up on Lenny's thigh.
"I don't get that part right there."
"Back off, kid," Lenny said, turning his head as their lips brushed quickly. He recoiled quickly, leaping to the other end of the sofa. Jim toppled forward, not his most graceful moment, and recovered quickly.
"Don't know what you're talking about," Jim said, doing his best to project innocence.
"Sure you don't."
Jim was all right with the way that Lenny had pulled back. It just meant that Jim was getting to him. Time for the next part.
~*~
Lenny knocked on his door and Jim opened it up, dressed in his tightest t-shirt and jeans.
"You still have that exam tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Got something to do with Deltans and Devaronians or something," Jim said as he bent over, reached across the desk as far as he could and then grabbed his padd. He could hear Lenny's quick inhalation but he resisted the urge to wiggle his ass. Instead, he looked over his shoulder. "You know much about the way that Deltan's exude sex or anything?"
"Something about it, yeah," Lenny said as he stared at Jim's ass. Jim merely licked his lips and then slowly straightened, giving himself a minute more to try to forced down the hard-on that was pressing against the desk from Lenny just looking at him.
"Good." Jim pointedly ignored the fact that he'd already studied for the exam.
~*~
Parents Weekend should've been a dismal affair for Jim. After all, his mum was off-planet, his brother was god-knows-where and Frank was enjoying his summer without Jim around. He had no one and that would depress everyone else. But not Jim. He was happy enough to tag along with Lenny and Call-Me-Jo as they took pity on the poor, abandoned guy and let him join them as they went out for dinner or the movies.
He fell asleep on Call-Me-Jo's sofa and woke up to Lenny carrying him down the hall to his own room. Never one to deny an opportunity, he turned his head into Lenny's chest and breathed in, gripping Lenny's t-shirt with a tight fist and refusing to let go as Lenny tried to set him down on the bed.
"Come on, kid, time to sleep."
"Donleabme'lone," he murmured as he held on.
"It's fine, kid. Time to sleep in your own bed."
Jim finally let go, letting Lenny set him down on the bed. He had no idea what was going on as Lenny untied his shoes, tucked him in and then smoothed the hair off his face. The touch was more gentle than he could ever remember experiencing. It left him swimming in confusion as he drifted off to sleep to dream about Lenny touching him like that more often.
~*~
The next part of the plan went off without a hitch. Jim had scheduled a study time with Lenny at five exactly. Lenny was so predictable in his habits that Jim knew that Lenny was going to show up at five minutes before five. He also knew that Lenny would open up Jim's door, pop his head in and ask, "you ready, kid?"
So Jim made sure that he was dripping and barely wrapped in a towel as Lenny opened the door (five minutes before five) and asked, "you read-oh god."
"Sorry, I'm behind," Jim said and grinned at the play on words as he looks at Lenny. He couldn't help laughing at what Lenny's wearing. The man had the fashion sense of a seventy-year old man. He was dressed in the lamest sweater vest known to man over a pair of jeans with a tie. His hair was so slicked down that all Jim wanted to do was run his fingers through it and muss it up until Lenny grabbed his hands, threw him down on to the bed and ravaged Jim with his lips. Those pornographic and far too full lips.
With a casualness he didn't feel, he walked past Lenny to grab his underwear and pants off the desk next to where Lenny stood half-in and half-out of the doorway. He made sure to brush against Lenny, barely brushing his cock against Lenny's thigh.
He didn't expect the way that Lenny stepped into the room, slammed the door and then grabbed him by the shoulders. "Look, you little cocktease, I don't know what your game is but it's going to stop. Now."
"What're you talking about?" Jim tried for the innocent tone that Call-Me-Jo believed.
"I'm talking about the way that you're always battin' your eyes at me and rubbin' up against me and walkin' around in a towel." Lenny gave him a shake and Jim barely held onto the towel. "Get it into your little, infantile mind. I'm not interested."
"Really?" Jim reached out a hand and flicked his fingertips across Lenny's hard cock. "I think that begs to differ." Before Lenny could react, he switched his grip and squeezed it, massaging with his palm and fingertips the best he could.
"Get your hands off me," Lenny growled and then thrust into Jim's grip.
"You're saying that but I don't think you mean it." Jim let go of the towel and, as it shimmied down his hips, he reached out and unfastened Lenny's jeans, getting the top three buttons undone before Lenny grabbed his hands.
"You're going to regret this," Lenny growled (the sound going straight to Jim's cock so fast and hard that he resolved to piss Lenny off all the time for the rest of the summer).
"Yeah?" Jim said, raising an eyebrow. "We'll see."
Lenny grabbed his shoulders, turned them towards the small bed and then pushed Jim backwards. "You ever fuck before, kid?"
"Sure," Jim said, lying easily once more.
"Sure you have. Doesn't matter, you're going to get fucked now." And there was that growl once more. Jim's cock was leaking as he tumbled with another push from Lenny. "You come and that'll be the end of it. 'Bout time someone taught you some manners."
Lenny reached out and squeezed the base of Jim's dick until it was almost painful but the urge to come disappated just a bit so that Jim could breathe without worrying about coming from just the idea of Lenny fucking him.
"You going to teach me about my own physiology?" Jim asked, grinning as Lenny's hand slid up his cock and then back down.
Jim wasn't passive as Lenny touched him. At least not once he got over the novelty of having someone else's hand on his cock. He finished unfastening Lenny's jeans and then tried to force them off his hips. He wanted Lenny's cock and he didn't let the tangle of denim and cotton get in the way. He just thrust his hand into Lenny's boxers and brushed his hand across it, thrilling in the first feel of a cock in his hand.
"I want to suck it," he said as he mouthed against Lenny's neck.
"Then do it," Lenny let go of his cock and gestured towards his own. "But don't you dare come, you get too close and you squeeze it just like I did. Only way you're coming is when I'm balls deep in your ass."
Jim immediately grabbed his cock and squeezed. "You keep talking like that and I'm going to come whether you want me to or not."
"Then it's over now. You should have more control at sixteen."
Now was definitely not the time to tell Lenny that he was only thirteen. Instead, he put on his best cocky grin and waited until Lenny had pulled off his pants and boxers before leaning forward and sucking just the tip into his mouth. He'd overheard enough girls talking about this that he knew he shouldn't just take the whole thing into his mouth all at once. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the base and then sucked further down, pausing only to pull back and suck further down. The taste was disgusting and the feel of cock in his mouth was awkward but he wanted to make Lenny come so he kept going.
"That's enough, kid," Lenny said as he grabbed Jim's hair and pulled him back. Jim looked up at him and licked his lips, thrilling in the experience. Lenny still had that ridiculous sweatervest on and he didn't know that he'd ever seen anything more sexy in his life than a mussed-up Lenny with his long hair and a nerdy sweatervest with his hard cock thrusting out of his tangled jeans.
"You going to fuck me now?" Jim asked with the cocky grin back in place.
"If you shut up," Lenny said as he gripped the hem of that vest. Jim reached up and grabbed Lenny's hands, stilling him.
"Leave it on," Jim said, squeezing Lenny's hands.
"You're a strange kid." Lenny entwined their fingers and then tugged Jim's hands until they were over his head and then let go. "Flip over, on your knees."
"You going to spank me?" Jim asked as he flipped over and then wiggled his ass. The crack of palm against his ass had the cocky grin disappearing.
"You keep mouthing off, you little ass, and I'll do it, see if I won't. Now shut up and let me fuck you. You got any lube?" Lenny asked as he spread Jim's ass and brushed a finger across his hole.
"In the drawer." Jim gestured towards the table by the bed.
"How the hell did you get my lube?" Lenny asked as he pulled it out and then slapped Jim's ass again.
"Call-Me-Jo had it out on her desk so I swiped it and if you keep slapping my ass, I'm going to slap yours."
"You and what army, kid?"
"Yeah, yeah yeah, you're so much bigger and stronger than me. I'll believe it when you fuck me," he said, wiggling his ass. At least the minute's pause had given him enough time to bring his erection down so he didn't come as soon as Lenny touched him.
"You're an eager little slut, aren't you?"
"Fuck or talk."
"Both," Lenny said and then Jim felt his finger rubbing across Jim's hole, barely breaching him. He pushed back into it and was rewarded with another slap on his ass. "Control yourself or I will."
"Oh yeah? You and what army, old man?" Jim parroted back and found himself having his ass spanked again.
"You've got a mouth on you."
"I'd rather it be on you." Jim barely bit back the yelp as Lenny breached his hole and then pulled back before thrusting back in.
"If it was on me, you wouldn't have my finger in your ass."
"I'm sure we could fuck face to face."
"Considering it's your first time, this is less painful."
"Know a lot about fucking people in the ass?"
"Me to know."
"And me to find out," Jim said as he thrust back towards Lenny's palm. Another finger joined the first and Jim felt uncomfortably full. When Lenny moved, this time, he crooked his fingers and Jim didn't bite back the cry this time, moaning as Lenny brushed up against something within him. "Do that again."
"Liked that, did you, you little cocktease?"
"I don't think, oh god, I don't think I'm the one teasing your, jesus, again, ass."
"Losing your attitude, aren't you? Good. I like you better when you're not constantly trying to one up me." A third finger joined the first two as Lenny spoke. Jim thought he was going to split open. Lenny's lips on the back of his neck were gentle as he spoke, "Relax. Breathe through your nose and out through your mouth. Deep breaths, relax, Jim."
It took a minute or two but Jim got control of himself and relaxed around Lenny's fingers.
"Better?" Lenny said as his lips mouthed across Jim's neck, shoulders and back. Jim had softened at the penetration but he found himself getting hard from the weight of Lenny pushing down on him and the way that those lips explored his body.
"Yeah."
"Good. My cock's bigger so you let me know if it hurts."
"Bit of ego there or what?" Jim taunted as he pushed back against those fingers once more. Either his words pissed Lenny off or Lenny took his movement for acceptance as he started to fingerfuck Jim hard.
"You trying to piss me off into just fucking you whether you like it or not?"
"Just want you to move on," Jim said as he pushed back into the fingers as the twisted in his body. When they left, he felt empty and moaned, thrusting back further in a search. The smack on his ass barely gave any warning before he felt his cheeks get spread and Lenny's cock press against his ass.
"Push out when I push in, it'll go easier."
Jim did what he was told, bearing down as Lenny slowly slid into his body. All talk of ego aside, Lenny's cock was much bigger than his fingers, forcing him open so slowly. The gentle slide definitely made things easier as he concentrated on the way that Lenny was filling him and not the uncomfortable stretching.
"That's it, you're doing fine," Lenny muttered against his neck, lips grazing his skin. "Just a bit more, come on, Jim, you can do this, just a bit more, that's it, just like that. Almost in."
The words soothed him though Lenny's hand sliding across his back and ass helped. After what felt like an hour, Lenny was fully seated and Jim thought he'd burst for certain. "You going to move?"
"I'm going to give you a minute to get used to me being in you and then I'll move. Stop being a demanding bitch and let me take care of you." The words were rough but the tone was gentle as Lenny ran both his hands up Jim's side and across his back, down over his ass and then up once more to wrap around his body and tweak his nipples. Those hands slid further down his body until they wrapped around his half-hard cock. "You're not hard."
"You just stuck your dick up my ass, would you be hard?"
"Yeah, maybe."
Lenny's hands disappeared for a moment and then one came back, slick with lube, before wrapping around his cock and giving it a tug. The other hand slid back up his body until it reached his chest and pulled them both backwards to rest on Lenny's thighs as he sat on his calves. Lenny's mouth moved across his neck, sucking in his earlobe and nipping at it before traveling back across his collarbone, sucking in skin and nibbling his way over to his shoulder. Jim leaned into the touch, body pliant and submissive, as Lenny held onto his hand and tugged until Jim's arm was arched over his shoulder and around the back of Lenny's neck. Lenny's mouth wasn't still as he maneuvered Jim around. Instead, he kissed Jim's bicep before nipping the skin there, too.
With the way that Lenny's touching him, Jim quickly hardened once more, cock jutting into Lenny's grip as it slid up and down his length. The fullness was no longer too much, rather, it added to the sensory overload he was going through as it combined with the touch and the grip and the lips and the position and the rub of that sweater vest on his back and everything until his balls tightened and he found himself on the verge of orgasm only to have Lenny squeeze the base of his cock once more.
"You'll come when I tell you to."
"Who knew that the future doctor had a domineering streak?" Jim said, turning his face to look at Lenny as he kissed Jim's arm. Before Jim could say anything else, Lenny kissed him, lips gentle on his as Lenny's tongue licked across his lips. He opened to the silent demand and blessed any deity listening that Lenny's hand was still squeezing the base of his cock so he wouldn't come.
He didn't want to disappoint Lenny and that was a strange enough sentiment to give him pause. He excelled at disappointing people. Hell, if they had a class on disappointing people, Jim would be the instructor. He loved it, embraced it, enjoyed it to the point of maliciousness. But, still, in the end, he didn't want to disappoint Lenny.
As he'd been kissing Lenny, Lenny's hands had moved until they gripped his hips and raised them slightly before pulling him back down. The slipslide of the cock in him surprised him. The kiss didn't break as he sat up slightly and then slid back down Lenny's cock.
"That's it, kid, you want to move faster or harder, you just let me know."
"Stop being nice to me," Jim said. "I just want you to fuck me, not be nice to me."
"I'll do both."
"I just want you to fuck me."
"I don't care what you want. I want to be nice to you. I want to fuck you. I care about me."
"So you're fucking me cause you're a greedy fucker?"
"You've got a filthy mouth for such a kid."
"Learned it from you, old man." Jim's sass would've got him hit by Frank (not that Frank would be in this position and even the barest hint of it made Jim shudder in disgust) but Lenny only laughed before thrusting into him once more.
"You also have a helluvan attitude."
"That one I got on my own." Jim couldn't take the gentle hands and gentler mouth any more. "You can start fucking me now."
"That's what I'm doing."
It wasn't, though. If he'd had to put a term on what Lenny was doing, it certainly wasn't fucking. He lashed out, "I want you pounding me, not this gentle girly shit."
"Yeah?" Lenny asked and then bent them forward until Jim was on his hands and knees again. "You want it harder?"
"God, yes, finally," Jim moaned as Lenny pulled back and thrust forward hard. Another series of thrusts and Jim thought for sure that he was about to come.
Lenny's hand stopped him once more. "You come when I tell you that you can."
"I hear that, oh jesus, repeating your-more, god more- self is the first sign of - there, just right there, god, Lenny, right there - is the first sign of senility." He could barely get the comment out as Lenny kept thrusting into him, jerking his cock in a matching rhythm. Whether Lenny was squeezing his cock or not, Jim was definitely teetering on the edge of orgasm.
"You want to come?" Lenny panted in his ear as he continued to thrust.
"Yes," Jim moaned in response.
"You say 'please'."
"Fuck you," Jim said as Lenny twisted his hips at the end of a thrust.
"You say 'please' and I'll let you come. All you have to do is beg me for it."
"I'll come when I want."
"Not when I'm controlling your cock, you won't. You set this up but I'm in charge and it's about goddamned time you get that."
"I didn't set up, oh Christ, yes, that, jesus yes more, god."
"You did. You set this all up. You kept teasing and tormenting and touching. You kept going even after I asked you to stop. Now you're going to beg me for it. No more of these subtle games. You want to come, you ask me." Lenny paused for a moment and then added, "Nicely."
Jim would've spat back more obscenities or insults but Lenny's rhythm changed and Jim thought his body was going to implode from the need to come. Lenny's deep, easy thrusts were killing him, taking him far too close to needy and wanting and, suddenly, he felt every one of his thirteen years. He just wanted Lenny to approve of him, care for him and if begging got that, he'd do it. "Please, Lenny, please, let me come, please, just let me come. Can't take you like this, need to come, please."
"Then come," Lenny whispered in his ear as he gave one last tug to Jim's cock.
Jim spilled over his hand, head rearing back as he cried out and lost control, knees collapsing out from under him and pulling Lenny's cock out of his body as he landed on the bed. He would, until his dying day, refute any and all claims that he blacked out from the intensity. It felt like hours passed until he came back to himself.
"You all right?" Lenny asked as Jim realized that Lenny was rubbing his hand up and down Jim's back, small circles that warmed and relaxed his skin.
"Yeah. You didn't come though."
"Kid, you have no idea."
"So it was good for you then?"
"You want platitudes and reassurance, you're not getting them from me. It was good and that's all I'm going to say about that."
"You're an asshole."
"You're the idiot that wanted me." Lenny slapped his ass lightly and then tugged at his shoulder. "Come on, you need a shower."
"What're you going to tell Call-Me-Jo?"
"About what?"
"About the way you fucked me silly?"
"Nothing. Now, come on and get yourself cleaned up. You have semen on your back and front and I need to clean up before I go back to my own room."
Jim allowed Lenny to tug him and then pull him into the small private bathroom.
~*~
"Things going all right with Jim?" Jo asked as they sat on the small sofa in her room. Her feet tucked up underneath his thigh, Lenny couldn't help the guilt that swirled over what he'd done to Jim just a few hours earlier. He was certain that it was clinging to him in large, brightly colored letters, screaming for all and sundry to see that he'd fucked Jim while dating the love of his life. As much as he wanted to blame Jim, he was the one with the experience and the maturity to keep it from happening. He'd wanted Jim and that was that.
"What d'ya mean?" he asked, trying to keep from admitting anything.
"Didn't Jim have an exam coming up?"
"Oh yeah, tomorrow. He'll be fine. Sometimes I think he just wants someone to study with him so he isn't lonely."
"That's probably right. The kid seems to come from a rough home. He ever open up to you?"
Lenny almost answered with 'yes, he opened his legs and ass really wide to me today and maybe I can get his lips to open around my cock tomorrow' but he held himself back.
"Not really. He just has this thing about not wanting people to be nice to him."
"Yeah, he seems really uncomfortable with it. I wish I was further in my classes. Maybe I'd learn how to draw out whatever's going on with him."
"We should just leave it alone. Kid doesn't want help."
"I think he's begging for it."
Lenny flushed at her choice of words, remembering the way that he'd insisted that Jim beg for release.
"So you'll do it?"
"Do what?"
"Try to draw him out? Show him that he's deserving of being treated nicely?"
"Yeah, I'll treat him nicely."
"You're such a good man, Lenny."
"Now you're just being mean," he growled and then reached for her, kissing her neck just where she liked it the most. Her answering giggle didn't wipe away the memory of Jim begging him for release.
~*~
"Lick it, just under the head, yeah, just like that," Lenny instructed as Jim sucked at his cock. "You can suck a bit harder, you know. Take me in deeper. That's good, just like that. You're turning into quite a little cocksucker."
Jim's answering finger made Lenny laugh, sending his cock deeper into Jim's mouth.
"Relax your throat and take me deeper." Lenny threaded his hands into Jim's hair and gently pushed him to take more of his cock. "There you go, breathe through your nose and relax, just relax, don't even worry about sucking right now, just take it. That's really good."
Lenny let Jim pull off for a moment and stared at the way that Jim's skin was flushed as he panted, dripping spit off the side of his mouth. The sight was almost too much for him. "Wanna come all over your face."
"You're a kinky fuck."
"Just for that," Lenny said as a teasing threat. He pulled on his cock onetwothree times and then came, spurting onto Jim's face. "Now lick it off."
The fact that Jim did as he was told was almost as startling as the sight of Jim licking the semen off his face.
"Come here," he ordered and then lapped his own semen off Jim's face before kissing him.
When they broke apart, Jim looked nervous. Lenny'd known the kid long enough to know that he was thinking about something that he didn't want Lenny to know about which only led to Lenny pushing him. "What's going through your head, kid?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah?"
"So you think maybe you'd write me or something?"
"I could do that."
"Yeah?" Jim brightened and Lenny sat back, stunned at the beauty of his face.
"Yeah."
~*~
Frank barely greeted him before bitching about the length of time it took him to load his things into the vehicle. Jim didn't have enough time to run back and hug Lenny or Call-Me-Jo. Instead, he had to settle for a quick wave as the vehicle took off as he shut the door.
It was only as they pulled up to the farmhouse that Jim realized he hadn't given his full name let alone his address to Lenny. Worse, he didn't have Lenny's name or Call-Me-Jo's full name, either. He was so fucking stupid that he'd fucked up keeping in contact with the one set of people that had been nice to him.
Years went by and Jim eventually forgot about Lenny except to tell people how he'd lost his virginity at thirteen to an older man. Whenever the current flavor had performed poorly, he'd toss it in their face "I got fucked better when I was thirteen, you talentless dick" but he forgot about the way that Lenny had treated him kindly. It was easier to forget.
~*~
"Bones! Let's go, shore leave starts in - oh, sorry." Jim hadn't realized that Bones was on a call and he started to quickly back out of the room.
"Who's this, Lenny?" the woman on the screen asked.
"This is James Kirk, the captain," Bones said and gestured him over. "Captain, meet my ex-wife, Jocelyn."
"Call me Jo. Lenny's told me so much about you," she said and smiled at him.
Jim froze. That voice. And what she'd said. And Lenny. Lenny. Jim looked from Bones to the screen and back to Bones again.
"Lenny?" he said quietly.
"Old college nickname. No one calls me that anymore so don't you start," Bones said and then turned back towards the screen. "Appreciate the time with Jojo."
"Of course. You are her father." Jo smiled again, bringing back memories of her far too many years ago and then turned towards Jim. "It was a pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to see you again," he said and then the screen went blank.
"Again? You know my ex?" Bones said as he turned towards Jim.
"Um, funny story about that," Jim muttered as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'll have to tell you it, someday."
"How about you tell me now." Bones stood and crossed his arms.
"Wouldn't you rather get down to the planet, start the shore leave?"
"No, Jim, I'd like to hear how you know my ex-wife."
"So, look. I lied to you."
"About knowing my ex?"
"Um, no. I knew your ex years ago."
"Don't tell me you screwed her, too?"
"What?" Jim sputtered and glared. "Of course I didn't! I'd be a complete asshole if I went around fucking your ex-wife!"
"So then…"
"She helped me get something I wanted, is all."
"How'd you meet her?"
"Don't really remember. It was years ago. Come on, Bones, shore leave waits for no man." Jim swung an arm around Bones's shoulders and tugged him towards the door. "If it makes you feel better, I thought she was a bitch even then."
"It doesn't make me feel better, at all."
"Well, she's out of your life now," Jim said and then they were in the hallway. Jim had a few things to think about now.
"Yeah, except for the fact that she has my house, my horses, and my daughter."
"Well, ok. Point taken."
"So how'd you lie to me?"
"I was thirteen," Jim muttered and then tried his best to distract Bones by changing the subject. The only one around was Sulu and he leapt at the opportunity for the intervention. "Sulu! Ready for shore leave?"
"I am, Captain, thanks."
"Good to hear, man. How about you walk with us to the shuttles? We could take the same one, if you want."
"This ain't over," Bones muttered. Jim could only hope that by the end of the shore leave, Bones would've forgotten all about the conversation.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
Other than that I'm a dirty, dirty perv who is going to burn. I already know that part.