His Lips(1/3); NC-17; Star Trek XI
Title: His Lips (1/3)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Bones
Rating: NC-17
Summary: written for the st_xi_kink prompt "McCoy/Kirk; fucked without a kiss."
Word Count: 2464
Disclaimer: these characters are not mine, nor do I claim them as such.
Author's Notes: Er, yeah. My first actual attempt at writing ST slash, I think it came out pretty good.
Jim knew, before he'd even downed his first shot, he knew. He knew something would happen tonight. He wasn't sure what would happen, but he had a feeling it had something to do with Bones. Ever since the doctor had agreed to go out drinking(something he never did), Jim knew. He'd done his usual prodding, grinning and goading to convince Bones to come- never really thinking he would agree. But to his shock McCoy had looked up at him with that dammit-Jim expression and sighed, relenting quietly. Jim had grinned again and grabbed Bones by the arm and practically dragged him all the way to Jim's favorite bar.
He hadn't been acting out of the normal way he did, flirting with girls and accepting free drinks, but all the while Bones was at his side, buying his own drinks and making sarcastic comments. Jim would laugh every time, of course, sling an arm around Bones' shoulder and whisper something in his ear that made him smile. The drinks made him blissfully unaware of some things that were painfully obvious to the girls in the bar- the way Bones tensed up with Jim's lips close to his ear, the indulgent smile that pulled at his lips when Jim made a joke, the unmistakable jealousy hiding behind his eyes when Jim winked at a girl, when a new free drink was thrust his way.
But Jim was ignorant of all these clues, ignorant as he usually was when anybody felt anything for him that was more than innocent attraction. When it stepped over the line of being satiated by one night, one time with the awesome James T. Kirk, Jim was naive. He didn't really think people felt more than lust or admiration for him. Love? Psh, as if. Jim couldn't handle love, he could handle lust(and very well, if he did say so himself), but not love.
So it just seemed natural, as they both got more and more drunk, that Jim would sense some feeling from Bones and deem it lust. And lust, Jim was good at that.
"H... Hey, Bo-Bones..." Jim slurred, stumbling a little but managing to stay upright by the arm curled strongly around his shoulders.
"Yeah?" McCoy slurred back, though his speech was a lot clearer than his companion's. They were ambling down one of the Academy dorm hallways- the one that led to Jim's dorm, specifically.
"Why, uh, Why don't you... Uh, well, I mean. It would be dangerous to walk all the way back to your apartment." Jim paused in their walk to put a hand soundly on Bones' chest, flashing him his patent grin, "You should stay with me tonight." his eyes twinkled, hinting at something more in the innocent suggestion. Bones blinked almost sluggishly, glancing down at the hand on his chest and then up at the twinkling blue eyes. The less-than-innocent meaning wasn't lost on him.
"All right." he agreed somewhat solemnly, though gave no hint that he knew what Jim was thinking of. Jim broke away from him and lunged for his door, reaching for the fingerprint-lock. After the second time Jim missed and the red 'denied' light flashed at them, Bones reached for him. He came up behind Jim and grabbed his hand to steady it, guiding it towards the reader and swiping it correctly. For some reason Jim was surprised by this, hiccuping a little. He blinked, arm suddenly warm where Bones was grabbing him. The lock flashed green and clicked open, and all too suddenly Bones pulled away and let Jim enter his room by himself. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, beckoning for Bones to follow him. He had the fortune of no roommate, but still didn't want to be too loud and wake up his neighbors(again).
He didn't bother to flick on any lights as he entered his dorm because he had no intention of doing anything that required lights. When he heard the door click shut behind Bones he turned, just able to see the man in the dull light coming from a street lamp somewhere outside. He could see the outline of the doctor, and his eyes, shining somehow in the low light. And he didn't seem to be completely in control of his actions as he stepped up to Bones, close enough to hear his breathing. He wanted to reach out and touch Bones, but he didn't, not yet. Instead he stepped deliberately around Bones, getting the man to turn with him, until he was between Bones and the door. Then he reached out, slowly, sliding his palms over Bones' chest and up to grab his collar. He was a bit surprised to find apprehension stirring in his gut like butterflies; he hadn't felt nervous about sex since he was fourteen. He brushed it off, though, and didn't let it show on his face as he pulled gently, pulling Bones into him and pressing himself back against the door. Bones went along with it- letting himself be tugged closer but not bothering to push forward any himself. It was as if some of the apprehension Jim felt leaked into Bones too- Jim worked quickly to quell that feeling.
He tilted his head and stretched out his neck in a bee-line to Bones' lips, feeling the man tense and then pull away. Jim froze, eyes opening(he hadn't realized he'd closed them) and staring into Bones' somewhat bewildered ones. Now the apprehension was painfully obvious on Bones' face and Jim just wanted this to be good, to be easy. He was drunk and he didn't want to think about sex. Though he felt more sober now with Bones looking at him like that.
"C'mon, Bones." he urged, a bit of desperation edging into his voice, "You need this. We need this." Jim leaned over his shoulder to whisper in his ear, lips barely brushing against his ear. And that was all Bones needed as he pushed Jim back into the door, chest-to-chest and hips-to-hips and oh god, Bones was already half-hard. A primal, rough groan tore out of Bones' throat and Jim reached around him, one hand pushing through his hair and the other fisting in his shirt.
"Fuck, Bones." he breathed, already half-hard too just from the slight contact and Bones' moans in his ear. At hearing his name the doctor turned and pressed his mouth to the base of Jim's neck, pursing his lips and then opening them to bite gently. That had more of an effect than Jim(or Bones, for that matter) had thought it would, but he found his hips twitching forward and his head falling back and a moan escaping him. Bones did it again and Jim gasped, rubbing his hips almost obscenely into Bones. He was almost amazed, he never knew his neck was that sensitive. But then it struck him- maybe his neck wasn't that sensitive, it was the tongue and the man the tongue belonged to.
"Bones, fuck, Bones." Jim panted, harder than he'd been in a while, desperation obvious in his voice. He tugged back on the doctor's head and got him away from his neck, but when Jim's eyes landed on open, panting lips he moved forward to kiss them. Again, Bones moved back and avoided it, but Jim was too hard to start wondering why Bones wouldn't kiss him.
"Bed, fuck, now." was all Jim could really manage to get out. He wasn't all together sure if he meant that fuck as an expletive or a suggestion, but he was sure it didn't matter. He was glad to find that it didn't matter to Bones either, as he was grabbed roughly by the hips and turned, and very nearly thrown back onto his bed. He watched, vision blurry and panting as Bones pulled his shirt over his head and scrambled over him. Once again he was teased with the doctor's lips, finding himself more distracted by them than the hands sliding up his chest and pulling his shirt off and tossing it away. And he was still so drunk, everything was so hazy and Bones' hands were on his belt and brushing against his cock and he was arching up, barely aware of the moans and swears spilling over his lips, eyes still drawn to those lips. They were daunting, now, parting and panting and he could swear that he would give up release for a brush of those lips. And then he felt a breeze and realized his pants were across the room, and then Bones' hand wrapped around him and he was arching, moaning, begging for more. In the back of his mind he noticed that he was too drunk for this to end well, but since when did James Kirk listen to that voice in the back of his head, especially with a half-naked, panting Bones jerking him off?
"Bones, please." he panted desperately, he could probably finish like this(especially with Bones looking at him like that), but he sincerely didn't want what promised to be a really good lay to go to waste. Bones got his meaning and crawled over him, unwittingly brushing against Jim as he reached for the bedside drawer, and Jim found himself bucking up, grabbing at Bones' chest hovering above him and sucking on a nearby nipple, earning a loud groan from Bones. That probably didn't help at all with Bones' search for supplies, but Jim heard no complaining, only stopping when Bones wrenched back(probably harder than he had to). Then he was left without anything touching his lips again, looking up at Bones, who was looming over him. For a second something played over Bones' face, but Jim was too drunk to dwell on it and it was gone as soon as it was there, and then Bones was squirting lube onto his palm. Jim writhed impatiently, eyes still drawn to Bones' lips, still not paying attention to words leaving his mouth, but when Bones spoke, he heard.
"Dammit, Jim." he cursed, moving suddenly and making Jim's head spin. His legs were spread and when he felt cold fingers pressed into his entrance he shivered, sobering a bit. Bones was hovering over him again, lips right there, so close, but still so far, and Jim forcibly closed his eyes and let his head fall back so he could just enjoy this and stop caring so much. All too soon(or too late?) Bones was pressing into him, and pain shot through him and succeeded in sobering him up some more. He gritted his teeth and fisted his hands in the sheets. He may have been letting Bones fuck him, but he definitely wasn't going to whimper like a girl. Pain he could handle. He opened his eyes are there were Bones' lips, again, and they would always be there, wouldn't they?
"Move." he breathed, and Bones did, and this, this was what he wanted. Kisses were unimportant- just a barrier, kisses were for starting things so they could lead to other things- better things. Kisses were unimportant. But just as he thought it his eyes flew open and there were those lips, open and moaning, and Jim realized that kisses were the epitome of everything- and he just wanted to stop thinking about it and-
"Bones, Bones, fuck, Bones." he panted, arching up as his friend hit that spot just right and stars erupted behind his eyelids. Bones groaned and leaned forward, for a blissful moment Jim thought he was going to get kissed(finally), but Bones pushed his forehead against Jim's shoulder, panting as he thrusted. Jim's hand rose up to grasp at Bones' back, fingers digging in as he moaned openly.
"Say my name again." came Bones' gruff voice, and Jim nearly gasped, the voice was low and husky and filled with so much lust that it was obscene. The only thing Jim could do was comply.
"Bones, oh fuck, Bones, Bones, Bones, Bones, fuck fuck." That was his newly-adopted mantra; two words that seemed to slide together in a deliciously sexy way, Bones, fuck. Bones nearly growled and slid a hand between them, and it was only then he noticed how much he was aching for the contact, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
"I-I'm gonna-" Jim gasped, closing his eyes tight and arching because this was all too good, Bones was too good and he was still too drunk and he wanted to kiss Bones but it was all too overwhelming.
"S'okay, come for me, Jim." Bones said his name and that put him over, he cried out and came harder than he could remember coming in a while. Stars erupted into supernovas behind his eyes and everything went sort of white with pleasure, and all too soon he was coming back down from space. Bones came after a few thrusts with a staggering groan, and then everything was quiet. They were both breathing heavily, panting and trying to come back to reality.
Bones pulled back enough to look down at Jim, and their eyes met, and Jim's eyes flickered to Bones' lips. He didn't voice his plea for a kiss, one kiss, but he almost had a feeling that Bones felt it. He moved his hands from Bones' back and the doctor pulled out and pulled back, glancing down over Jim and then turning away, leaving Jim feeling empty in more ways than one.
"I-I have to... Go." Bones said, his voice hushed, now. Jim didn't respond, still drunk(though far too sober for his liking) and very tired now, only moving to slip under a blanket. He turned to his side and listened to Bones get dressed, wishing he could say so many things, but not sure what he wanted to say or even why. He'd just had the best sex he'd had in a long time and he felt less than happy and floating.
He winced when the door closed with a quiet snap behind Bones, rolling over to look at the door and lick his lips. He still only tasted like himself, and he could still only think of the doctor's lips. He wanted to remember what Bones tasted like, wanted to know his taste so well that he could always recall it. Exhaustion overwhelmed him and he left his thoughts for the morning as sleep slowly engulfed him.
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Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Bones
Rating: NC-17
Summary: written for the st_xi_kink prompt "McCoy/Kirk; fucked without a kiss."
Word Count: 2464
Disclaimer: these characters are not mine, nor do I claim them as such.
Author's Notes: Er, yeah. My first actual attempt at writing ST slash, I think it came out pretty good.
Jim knew, before he'd even downed his first shot, he knew. He knew something would happen tonight. He wasn't sure what would happen, but he had a feeling it had something to do with Bones. Ever since the doctor had agreed to go out drinking(something he never did), Jim knew. He'd done his usual prodding, grinning and goading to convince Bones to come- never really thinking he would agree. But to his shock McCoy had looked up at him with that dammit-Jim expression and sighed, relenting quietly. Jim had grinned again and grabbed Bones by the arm and practically dragged him all the way to Jim's favorite bar.
He hadn't been acting out of the normal way he did, flirting with girls and accepting free drinks, but all the while Bones was at his side, buying his own drinks and making sarcastic comments. Jim would laugh every time, of course, sling an arm around Bones' shoulder and whisper something in his ear that made him smile. The drinks made him blissfully unaware of some things that were painfully obvious to the girls in the bar- the way Bones tensed up with Jim's lips close to his ear, the indulgent smile that pulled at his lips when Jim made a joke, the unmistakable jealousy hiding behind his eyes when Jim winked at a girl, when a new free drink was thrust his way.
But Jim was ignorant of all these clues, ignorant as he usually was when anybody felt anything for him that was more than innocent attraction. When it stepped over the line of being satiated by one night, one time with the awesome James T. Kirk, Jim was naive. He didn't really think people felt more than lust or admiration for him. Love? Psh, as if. Jim couldn't handle love, he could handle lust(and very well, if he did say so himself), but not love.
So it just seemed natural, as they both got more and more drunk, that Jim would sense some feeling from Bones and deem it lust. And lust, Jim was good at that.
"H... Hey, Bo-Bones..." Jim slurred, stumbling a little but managing to stay upright by the arm curled strongly around his shoulders.
"Yeah?" McCoy slurred back, though his speech was a lot clearer than his companion's. They were ambling down one of the Academy dorm hallways- the one that led to Jim's dorm, specifically.
"Why, uh, Why don't you... Uh, well, I mean. It would be dangerous to walk all the way back to your apartment." Jim paused in their walk to put a hand soundly on Bones' chest, flashing him his patent grin, "You should stay with me tonight." his eyes twinkled, hinting at something more in the innocent suggestion. Bones blinked almost sluggishly, glancing down at the hand on his chest and then up at the twinkling blue eyes. The less-than-innocent meaning wasn't lost on him.
"All right." he agreed somewhat solemnly, though gave no hint that he knew what Jim was thinking of. Jim broke away from him and lunged for his door, reaching for the fingerprint-lock. After the second time Jim missed and the red 'denied' light flashed at them, Bones reached for him. He came up behind Jim and grabbed his hand to steady it, guiding it towards the reader and swiping it correctly. For some reason Jim was surprised by this, hiccuping a little. He blinked, arm suddenly warm where Bones was grabbing him. The lock flashed green and clicked open, and all too suddenly Bones pulled away and let Jim enter his room by himself. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, beckoning for Bones to follow him. He had the fortune of no roommate, but still didn't want to be too loud and wake up his neighbors(again).
He didn't bother to flick on any lights as he entered his dorm because he had no intention of doing anything that required lights. When he heard the door click shut behind Bones he turned, just able to see the man in the dull light coming from a street lamp somewhere outside. He could see the outline of the doctor, and his eyes, shining somehow in the low light. And he didn't seem to be completely in control of his actions as he stepped up to Bones, close enough to hear his breathing. He wanted to reach out and touch Bones, but he didn't, not yet. Instead he stepped deliberately around Bones, getting the man to turn with him, until he was between Bones and the door. Then he reached out, slowly, sliding his palms over Bones' chest and up to grab his collar. He was a bit surprised to find apprehension stirring in his gut like butterflies; he hadn't felt nervous about sex since he was fourteen. He brushed it off, though, and didn't let it show on his face as he pulled gently, pulling Bones into him and pressing himself back against the door. Bones went along with it- letting himself be tugged closer but not bothering to push forward any himself. It was as if some of the apprehension Jim felt leaked into Bones too- Jim worked quickly to quell that feeling.
He tilted his head and stretched out his neck in a bee-line to Bones' lips, feeling the man tense and then pull away. Jim froze, eyes opening(he hadn't realized he'd closed them) and staring into Bones' somewhat bewildered ones. Now the apprehension was painfully obvious on Bones' face and Jim just wanted this to be good, to be easy. He was drunk and he didn't want to think about sex. Though he felt more sober now with Bones looking at him like that.
"C'mon, Bones." he urged, a bit of desperation edging into his voice, "You need this. We need this." Jim leaned over his shoulder to whisper in his ear, lips barely brushing against his ear. And that was all Bones needed as he pushed Jim back into the door, chest-to-chest and hips-to-hips and oh god, Bones was already half-hard. A primal, rough groan tore out of Bones' throat and Jim reached around him, one hand pushing through his hair and the other fisting in his shirt.
"Fuck, Bones." he breathed, already half-hard too just from the slight contact and Bones' moans in his ear. At hearing his name the doctor turned and pressed his mouth to the base of Jim's neck, pursing his lips and then opening them to bite gently. That had more of an effect than Jim(or Bones, for that matter) had thought it would, but he found his hips twitching forward and his head falling back and a moan escaping him. Bones did it again and Jim gasped, rubbing his hips almost obscenely into Bones. He was almost amazed, he never knew his neck was that sensitive. But then it struck him- maybe his neck wasn't that sensitive, it was the tongue and the man the tongue belonged to.
"Bones, fuck, Bones." Jim panted, harder than he'd been in a while, desperation obvious in his voice. He tugged back on the doctor's head and got him away from his neck, but when Jim's eyes landed on open, panting lips he moved forward to kiss them. Again, Bones moved back and avoided it, but Jim was too hard to start wondering why Bones wouldn't kiss him.
"Bed, fuck, now." was all Jim could really manage to get out. He wasn't all together sure if he meant that fuck as an expletive or a suggestion, but he was sure it didn't matter. He was glad to find that it didn't matter to Bones either, as he was grabbed roughly by the hips and turned, and very nearly thrown back onto his bed. He watched, vision blurry and panting as Bones pulled his shirt over his head and scrambled over him. Once again he was teased with the doctor's lips, finding himself more distracted by them than the hands sliding up his chest and pulling his shirt off and tossing it away. And he was still so drunk, everything was so hazy and Bones' hands were on his belt and brushing against his cock and he was arching up, barely aware of the moans and swears spilling over his lips, eyes still drawn to those lips. They were daunting, now, parting and panting and he could swear that he would give up release for a brush of those lips. And then he felt a breeze and realized his pants were across the room, and then Bones' hand wrapped around him and he was arching, moaning, begging for more. In the back of his mind he noticed that he was too drunk for this to end well, but since when did James Kirk listen to that voice in the back of his head, especially with a half-naked, panting Bones jerking him off?
"Bones, please." he panted desperately, he could probably finish like this(especially with Bones looking at him like that), but he sincerely didn't want what promised to be a really good lay to go to waste. Bones got his meaning and crawled over him, unwittingly brushing against Jim as he reached for the bedside drawer, and Jim found himself bucking up, grabbing at Bones' chest hovering above him and sucking on a nearby nipple, earning a loud groan from Bones. That probably didn't help at all with Bones' search for supplies, but Jim heard no complaining, only stopping when Bones wrenched back(probably harder than he had to). Then he was left without anything touching his lips again, looking up at Bones, who was looming over him. For a second something played over Bones' face, but Jim was too drunk to dwell on it and it was gone as soon as it was there, and then Bones was squirting lube onto his palm. Jim writhed impatiently, eyes still drawn to Bones' lips, still not paying attention to words leaving his mouth, but when Bones spoke, he heard.
"Dammit, Jim." he cursed, moving suddenly and making Jim's head spin. His legs were spread and when he felt cold fingers pressed into his entrance he shivered, sobering a bit. Bones was hovering over him again, lips right there, so close, but still so far, and Jim forcibly closed his eyes and let his head fall back so he could just enjoy this and stop caring so much. All too soon(or too late?) Bones was pressing into him, and pain shot through him and succeeded in sobering him up some more. He gritted his teeth and fisted his hands in the sheets. He may have been letting Bones fuck him, but he definitely wasn't going to whimper like a girl. Pain he could handle. He opened his eyes are there were Bones' lips, again, and they would always be there, wouldn't they?
"Move." he breathed, and Bones did, and this, this was what he wanted. Kisses were unimportant- just a barrier, kisses were for starting things so they could lead to other things- better things. Kisses were unimportant. But just as he thought it his eyes flew open and there were those lips, open and moaning, and Jim realized that kisses were the epitome of everything- and he just wanted to stop thinking about it and-
"Bones, Bones, fuck, Bones." he panted, arching up as his friend hit that spot just right and stars erupted behind his eyelids. Bones groaned and leaned forward, for a blissful moment Jim thought he was going to get kissed(finally), but Bones pushed his forehead against Jim's shoulder, panting as he thrusted. Jim's hand rose up to grasp at Bones' back, fingers digging in as he moaned openly.
"Say my name again." came Bones' gruff voice, and Jim nearly gasped, the voice was low and husky and filled with so much lust that it was obscene. The only thing Jim could do was comply.
"Bones, oh fuck, Bones, Bones, Bones, Bones, fuck fuck." That was his newly-adopted mantra; two words that seemed to slide together in a deliciously sexy way, Bones, fuck. Bones nearly growled and slid a hand between them, and it was only then he noticed how much he was aching for the contact, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
"I-I'm gonna-" Jim gasped, closing his eyes tight and arching because this was all too good, Bones was too good and he was still too drunk and he wanted to kiss Bones but it was all too overwhelming.
"S'okay, come for me, Jim." Bones said his name and that put him over, he cried out and came harder than he could remember coming in a while. Stars erupted into supernovas behind his eyes and everything went sort of white with pleasure, and all too soon he was coming back down from space. Bones came after a few thrusts with a staggering groan, and then everything was quiet. They were both breathing heavily, panting and trying to come back to reality.
Bones pulled back enough to look down at Jim, and their eyes met, and Jim's eyes flickered to Bones' lips. He didn't voice his plea for a kiss, one kiss, but he almost had a feeling that Bones felt it. He moved his hands from Bones' back and the doctor pulled out and pulled back, glancing down over Jim and then turning away, leaving Jim feeling empty in more ways than one.
"I-I have to... Go." Bones said, his voice hushed, now. Jim didn't respond, still drunk(though far too sober for his liking) and very tired now, only moving to slip under a blanket. He turned to his side and listened to Bones get dressed, wishing he could say so many things, but not sure what he wanted to say or even why. He'd just had the best sex he'd had in a long time and he felt less than happy and floating.
He winced when the door closed with a quiet snap behind Bones, rolling over to look at the door and lick his lips. He still only tasted like himself, and he could still only think of the doctor's lips. He wanted to remember what Bones tasted like, wanted to know his taste so well that he could always recall it. Exhaustion overwhelmed him and he left his thoughts for the morning as sleep slowly engulfed him.
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