Business As Usual, Part One: Through You
A/N: This is for calicokat - I can't remember how, but she somehow gave me the idea for an AU where Bones was a prostitute. I have enough ideas to make this a series. Hence the "whorefic" tag.
Fandom: Star Trek
Series: Business as Usual (tagged as "whorefic")
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, little bit of angst.
Summary: Leonard tries to distance himself from a client he's a little too close to.
Being fucked by Jim was not like being fucked by his other clients. Jim never called him a slut or shoved his fingers in his hair or pushed him to his knees and expected him to do what he was damn well told. Jim never said anything while he fucked Leonard, just pushed him down into the mattress with his weight and moved inside him in that sedate, rhythmic way of his and breathed heavily in Leonard's ear. He always made sure Leonard came, but not in an obsessed gets-off-on-the-pleasure-of-others way; he just did it out of courtesy. Leonard tried to point out that he was the one being paid, but Jim always waved him away with that's not the point or, Leonard's pet hate, it's just money.
Being fucked by Jim was like making love, and maybe that's why Leonard never took him up on his offer to take him home, to let him stay the night. Maybe he was afraid of waking up in a warm, muscular embrace, or to the smell of bacon, or worse still, to find Jim watching him sleep and stroking his hair.
“I have to go,” he said, rolling away as soon as he'd managed to disentangle himself from the sweaty mess of limbs. Jim was breathing heavily, still coming down from his orgasm, pupils still constricted to tiny points and staring him like he was a big shiny spaceship, come to fulfil all of his hopes and dreams.
He started gathering up his clothes, hoping to be out of there before Jim could come to his senses, but as he bent down to pick his jeans off the floor he felt two strong, hairy arms wrap around his waist and drag him back onto the bed.
“We're not done,” Jim grunted, latching onto Leonard's ear with his teeth. He'd been fucking this man too long; bastard knew all of his weaknesses. Leonard felt himself melting against Jim, letting him wrap his big, skilful hands around his cock and pump him slowly until he made a mess of his stomach. He heard himself moaning as he let his head fall back against Jim's chest and mentally slapped himself. You're not a damn woman, he told himself. Stop acting like one.
He remained boneless as Jim carried him to the shower and propped him up against a wall. Hot water blasted his chest and streamed down the muscular planes of his thighs as Jim's soapy hands started running down his torso, and he pushed himself away from the wall and into Jim's arms. It was the end of a long night, too many clients had had their hands on him and the steam from the shower was making him sleepy. Right now he cared little about how much of a bad idea Jim was; those thumbs digging into the thick muscle at his shoulders felt amazing and the slowly hardening cock against his thigh was a promise that he'd go to bed well-fucked as the sun rose this morning.
“I'll leave as soon as my three hours are up,” Jim whispered, barely heard over the sound of water hitting tile. “But don't you dare try to push me away until then. I know what you're doing, Leonard McCoy.”
“You got me,” he grunted, breath squeezed out of him as fingers dug into his back, pulling him to Jim's chest. “Trying to cheat you out of money. Should'a known you'd see through me.”
Jim shoved him against the wall of the shower, crushing him between the cold tiles and Jim's warm, wet body. He felt the rush of blood to his cock and wished that it wouldn't be so blatant about what he wanted. He was the whore, dammit. He shouldn't be the one breathless with need.
“I do see through you,” Jim told him, his hand trailing lazily down the dark line of hair Leonard's stomach. He tried to move his own hand and do his goddamn job, but Jim grabbed it and caught the other one for good measure, trapping both of Leonard's hands against the wall with one of his. “You think I'm getting too close. Worse than that, you want me to get too close. And it scares you.”
Leonard's mouth fell open, but he held back the moan that rose up when Jim's hand found his cock and he started to rub over the head roughly with his palm. He made little gasping noises instead, maybe whimpered a little too, but Jim was teasing him, goddamn it, and he was good at it.
“You dont-” he managed to choke out, trying not to give Jim the satisfaction of making him come again so quickly, “scare me.”
Jim chuckled, darted his head forward to steal a kiss but pulled back before their lips met, leaving Leonard to nuzzle at the space where he'd been and moan hoarsely into the air between them. He opened his mouth to throw out an insult and the bastard took advantage, shoving his tongue into Leonard's mouth without any goddamn warning. How was he supposed to hold back an orgasm when Jim was licking at his fucking mouth like that?
“Bastard,” he managed to grunt as he came between their pressed-together bodies, coating their stomachs before the water sluiced it away. Jim's hands reached around to cup his ass and he pulled Leonard up against him again, capturing his mouth with tongue and teeth. There was nothing he could do any more, not now that Jim knew him so well, not now that their business transactions felt more like the beginnings of a relationship... Leonard was standing on the edge of a very steep cliff, and he was sure that Jim had jumped long ago and was quite definitely falling.
Fandom: Star Trek
Series: Business as Usual (tagged as "whorefic")
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, little bit of angst.
Summary: Leonard tries to distance himself from a client he's a little too close to.
Being fucked by Jim was not like being fucked by his other clients. Jim never called him a slut or shoved his fingers in his hair or pushed him to his knees and expected him to do what he was damn well told. Jim never said anything while he fucked Leonard, just pushed him down into the mattress with his weight and moved inside him in that sedate, rhythmic way of his and breathed heavily in Leonard's ear. He always made sure Leonard came, but not in an obsessed gets-off-on-the-pleasure-of-others way; he just did it out of courtesy. Leonard tried to point out that he was the one being paid, but Jim always waved him away with that's not the point or, Leonard's pet hate, it's just money.
Being fucked by Jim was like making love, and maybe that's why Leonard never took him up on his offer to take him home, to let him stay the night. Maybe he was afraid of waking up in a warm, muscular embrace, or to the smell of bacon, or worse still, to find Jim watching him sleep and stroking his hair.
“I have to go,” he said, rolling away as soon as he'd managed to disentangle himself from the sweaty mess of limbs. Jim was breathing heavily, still coming down from his orgasm, pupils still constricted to tiny points and staring him like he was a big shiny spaceship, come to fulfil all of his hopes and dreams.
He started gathering up his clothes, hoping to be out of there before Jim could come to his senses, but as he bent down to pick his jeans off the floor he felt two strong, hairy arms wrap around his waist and drag him back onto the bed.
“We're not done,” Jim grunted, latching onto Leonard's ear with his teeth. He'd been fucking this man too long; bastard knew all of his weaknesses. Leonard felt himself melting against Jim, letting him wrap his big, skilful hands around his cock and pump him slowly until he made a mess of his stomach. He heard himself moaning as he let his head fall back against Jim's chest and mentally slapped himself. You're not a damn woman, he told himself. Stop acting like one.
He remained boneless as Jim carried him to the shower and propped him up against a wall. Hot water blasted his chest and streamed down the muscular planes of his thighs as Jim's soapy hands started running down his torso, and he pushed himself away from the wall and into Jim's arms. It was the end of a long night, too many clients had had their hands on him and the steam from the shower was making him sleepy. Right now he cared little about how much of a bad idea Jim was; those thumbs digging into the thick muscle at his shoulders felt amazing and the slowly hardening cock against his thigh was a promise that he'd go to bed well-fucked as the sun rose this morning.
“I'll leave as soon as my three hours are up,” Jim whispered, barely heard over the sound of water hitting tile. “But don't you dare try to push me away until then. I know what you're doing, Leonard McCoy.”
“You got me,” he grunted, breath squeezed out of him as fingers dug into his back, pulling him to Jim's chest. “Trying to cheat you out of money. Should'a known you'd see through me.”
Jim shoved him against the wall of the shower, crushing him between the cold tiles and Jim's warm, wet body. He felt the rush of blood to his cock and wished that it wouldn't be so blatant about what he wanted. He was the whore, dammit. He shouldn't be the one breathless with need.
“I do see through you,” Jim told him, his hand trailing lazily down the dark line of hair Leonard's stomach. He tried to move his own hand and do his goddamn job, but Jim grabbed it and caught the other one for good measure, trapping both of Leonard's hands against the wall with one of his. “You think I'm getting too close. Worse than that, you want me to get too close. And it scares you.”
Leonard's mouth fell open, but he held back the moan that rose up when Jim's hand found his cock and he started to rub over the head roughly with his palm. He made little gasping noises instead, maybe whimpered a little too, but Jim was teasing him, goddamn it, and he was good at it.
“You dont-” he managed to choke out, trying not to give Jim the satisfaction of making him come again so quickly, “scare me.”
Jim chuckled, darted his head forward to steal a kiss but pulled back before their lips met, leaving Leonard to nuzzle at the space where he'd been and moan hoarsely into the air between them. He opened his mouth to throw out an insult and the bastard took advantage, shoving his tongue into Leonard's mouth without any goddamn warning. How was he supposed to hold back an orgasm when Jim was licking at his fucking mouth like that?
“Bastard,” he managed to grunt as he came between their pressed-together bodies, coating their stomachs before the water sluiced it away. Jim's hands reached around to cup his ass and he pulled Leonard up against him again, capturing his mouth with tongue and teeth. There was nothing he could do any more, not now that Jim knew him so well, not now that their business transactions felt more like the beginnings of a relationship... Leonard was standing on the edge of a very steep cliff, and he was sure that Jim had jumped long ago and was quite definitely falling.