Fic: Office Hours
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Title: Office Hours
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jim/Bones (duh)
Word Count: 1,360
Summary: Professor Kirk gets taken care of by his very attractive TA.
Disclaimer: If I owned, Professor Kirk would actually teach a class somewhere. Preferably where I could attend it.
Jim looked up at the gentle knock on his door, wondering who it was. True, it was 4:30, right in the middle of his office hours, but no one had made an appointment to see him. “Come in,” he called, curious.
The door opened, revealing his teacher’s assistant. Jim still found it highly comical that the graduate student, Leonard McCoy, was actually a few years older than he was, and Leonard had taken it all in stride despite his obvious initial misgivings. “What is it, Bones?” he asked, smiling and using the nickname he’d christened the older man with at their first meeting for reasons neither of them could remember.
“I just figured you would actually want the papers I graded back,” Bones replied easily.
“Why would I want them back? If you would just give everybody randomly assigned grades then life would be so much easier for the both of us, you know that?” Jim grinned, already knowing what the brunet would say in reply.
“You’d have a riot on your hands,” came the expected retort. “I’d have to sell tickets in advance so everyone could see the show when Uhura got her hands on you.”
“You mean you wouldn’t be protecting me?” Jim smirked.
“Hell, no,” Leonard grumbled. “You’d have brought it on yourself.”
Jim’s smirk broadened. “Now is that any way to treat a professor?”
“Is that any way for a professor to treat his students?” Leonard replied.
“Well, maybe not,” Jim conceded. “But it’s so much work! I don’t know how I ever survived without you,” he admitted, adjusting the position of the glasses that were falling down his nose.
“Have you even come close to finishing your share of them yet?” the brunet asked, glancing at the papers in varying states of being edited tossed across his desk.
“About half,” Jim admitted, running a hand through his blond hair and grimacing when that reminded him of his stiff shoulders. Suddenly a pair of hands came down on his shoulders. “Bones?”
“You’ve been forgetting a few things,” the older man pointed out. “First of all, you forgot to take care of yourself. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you were sitting differently? You also forgot that before I was a graduate student here I made it through a few years of medical school.”
Jim could do nothing but sigh as those skilled hands worked the muscles of his shoulders, making them relax almost instantly. He had definitely been telling the truth when he had admitted he didn’t know how he’d survived without Bones.
Suddenly a pair of lips were right by his ear, and Jim couldn’t suppress a shiver as the hands slid lower down his back and a Southern drawl deliberately thickened and asked, “What do you need, darlin’?”
Jim barely managed to bite back a moan. They had done this a few times before, but never in his office. At that point he was beginning to wonder why the hell not. It was only just about the hottest thing to ever happen to him.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Jim. What do you need?” Leonard repeated as his hands untucked Jim’s shirt and slipped under it, creeping up the skin of his chest.
When the hands reached his nipples Jim couldn’t hold back a whimper. “Please,” he whispered, already longing for more.
“Please what?”
“I don’t even care anymore. Just do whatever it is you’re going to do.”
Leonard chuckled as he turned Jim’s chair around so he faced him. “Whatever I’m going to do, huh?” he repeated, kneeling in front of Jim and moving a hand to begin undoing Jim’s belt.
“Yes!” Jim gasped, hips arching as the other hand brushed against his suddenly-interested cock through his pants.
“And do you know what I’m going to do?” Jim’s eyes widened as Leonard finished with the belt, unzipped his fly, and dragged his hips forward so he was sitting on the edge of his chair.
“What?” Jim moaned as the older man finally finished and Jim’s erection was freed from his pants and boxers.
“I’m going to suck you off right here in this chair,” Leonard whispered, darkened eyes intense, “and then I’m going to bend you over your desk and fuck you senseless.”
Jim could do nothing but struggle not to cry out too loudly when Leonard began to make good on that promise, suddenly taking the head of Jim’s cock into his mouth and sucking intently. He whimpered when the brunet pulled away, winding fingers through the brown locks and bucking as much as he could with Leonard’s hands on his hips pressing him down.
“Eager, are we?” Leonard murmured as Jim panted and struggled. “You know, in all this time I’ve been working with you I’ve noticed that you’re incapable of relaxing. So until you do, I think I’m going to take my time.”
“Relax?!” Jim spluttered. “You expect me to relax when you--ah!” His rant was interrupted by Leonard languidly licking up the underside of his erection.
“Yes, I do,” was the reply. “I know you can. You just need a bit of help to get there.”
By that point Jim had had more than enough of that easy drawl tormenting him and used his grip on Leonard’s hair to encourage the older man to pick up where he’d left off. Leonard chuckled around him as he complied, head moving back and forth between Jim’s splayed legs. It had to be the hottest thing Jim had ever seen.
Jim came embarrassingly quickly after that, biting at his free hand to keep from screaming at the intensity of the sensation. Panting, he slumped back in his chair, only to be manhandled until he was bent over his own desk, pants and boxers precariously wrapped around one ankle. “Did you forget the rest of what I said I was going to do?” Leonard asked as he opened a drawer in Jim’s desk, obviously searching. “I said I was going to fuck you senseless over this desk of yours, and I’m really not surprised you have the supplies for me to do it,” he remarked, tossing the bottle of lube he’d found onto the desk.
Jim knew better than to try to say anything. He knew it probably wouldn’t come out right at all, since he was remarkably incoherent after sex. And so he maintained his silence until he felt slick fingers probing gently at his entrance and moaned softly, hips gently moving back to meet those fingers.
Leonard set a slow pace, gently stretching and preparing Jim, and for once Jim couldn’t bring himself to mind. He was busy getting lost in the wonderful feeling of being taken care of by the brunet.
He wasn’t surprised to find himself hard again by the time it was Leonard’s cock pressing at his ass and not his fingers. He was surprised, however, by how agreeable he was to the slow pace Leonard set as he gently pressed in, slowly fucking him until he was sure he couldn’t move his pleasure-slackened limbs.
The slow pace couldn’t last forever, though, and soon Leonard picked up the pace ever so slightly, making Jim moan as a hand wrapped around his cock. With a few more thrusts they were both coming, Jim not even having the presence of mind to be thankful that Leonard had cleared the papers away from where he had bent Jim over the desk.
Jim was a mindless puddle of goo on his desk and Leonard gently cleaned them both before sitting in Jim’s chair and gently pulling the professor onto his lap. He stirred with the movement, leaning up to gently press a kiss to Leonard’s lips. “I’ll never finish those papers now,” he murmured.
Jim sighed in contentment as he felt more than heard Leonard’s chuckle. “Well, then, it’s a good thing you have me, isn’t it? I can grade some of those for you.”
“I seriously don’t know how I lived without you,” Jim whispered in appreciation before nuzzling into Leonard’s neck and turning the rest of his office hours into a well-deserved nap time.
Title: Office Hours
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jim/Bones (duh)
Word Count: 1,360
Summary: Professor Kirk gets taken care of by his very attractive TA.
Disclaimer: If I owned, Professor Kirk would actually teach a class somewhere. Preferably where I could attend it.
Jim looked up at the gentle knock on his door, wondering who it was. True, it was 4:30, right in the middle of his office hours, but no one had made an appointment to see him. “Come in,” he called, curious.
The door opened, revealing his teacher’s assistant. Jim still found it highly comical that the graduate student, Leonard McCoy, was actually a few years older than he was, and Leonard had taken it all in stride despite his obvious initial misgivings. “What is it, Bones?” he asked, smiling and using the nickname he’d christened the older man with at their first meeting for reasons neither of them could remember.
“I just figured you would actually want the papers I graded back,” Bones replied easily.
“Why would I want them back? If you would just give everybody randomly assigned grades then life would be so much easier for the both of us, you know that?” Jim grinned, already knowing what the brunet would say in reply.
“You’d have a riot on your hands,” came the expected retort. “I’d have to sell tickets in advance so everyone could see the show when Uhura got her hands on you.”
“You mean you wouldn’t be protecting me?” Jim smirked.
“Hell, no,” Leonard grumbled. “You’d have brought it on yourself.”
Jim’s smirk broadened. “Now is that any way to treat a professor?”
“Is that any way for a professor to treat his students?” Leonard replied.
“Well, maybe not,” Jim conceded. “But it’s so much work! I don’t know how I ever survived without you,” he admitted, adjusting the position of the glasses that were falling down his nose.
“Have you even come close to finishing your share of them yet?” the brunet asked, glancing at the papers in varying states of being edited tossed across his desk.
“About half,” Jim admitted, running a hand through his blond hair and grimacing when that reminded him of his stiff shoulders. Suddenly a pair of hands came down on his shoulders. “Bones?”
“You’ve been forgetting a few things,” the older man pointed out. “First of all, you forgot to take care of yourself. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you were sitting differently? You also forgot that before I was a graduate student here I made it through a few years of medical school.”
Jim could do nothing but sigh as those skilled hands worked the muscles of his shoulders, making them relax almost instantly. He had definitely been telling the truth when he had admitted he didn’t know how he’d survived without Bones.
Suddenly a pair of lips were right by his ear, and Jim couldn’t suppress a shiver as the hands slid lower down his back and a Southern drawl deliberately thickened and asked, “What do you need, darlin’?”
Jim barely managed to bite back a moan. They had done this a few times before, but never in his office. At that point he was beginning to wonder why the hell not. It was only just about the hottest thing to ever happen to him.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Jim. What do you need?” Leonard repeated as his hands untucked Jim’s shirt and slipped under it, creeping up the skin of his chest.
When the hands reached his nipples Jim couldn’t hold back a whimper. “Please,” he whispered, already longing for more.
“Please what?”
“I don’t even care anymore. Just do whatever it is you’re going to do.”
Leonard chuckled as he turned Jim’s chair around so he faced him. “Whatever I’m going to do, huh?” he repeated, kneeling in front of Jim and moving a hand to begin undoing Jim’s belt.
“Yes!” Jim gasped, hips arching as the other hand brushed against his suddenly-interested cock through his pants.
“And do you know what I’m going to do?” Jim’s eyes widened as Leonard finished with the belt, unzipped his fly, and dragged his hips forward so he was sitting on the edge of his chair.
“What?” Jim moaned as the older man finally finished and Jim’s erection was freed from his pants and boxers.
“I’m going to suck you off right here in this chair,” Leonard whispered, darkened eyes intense, “and then I’m going to bend you over your desk and fuck you senseless.”
Jim could do nothing but struggle not to cry out too loudly when Leonard began to make good on that promise, suddenly taking the head of Jim’s cock into his mouth and sucking intently. He whimpered when the brunet pulled away, winding fingers through the brown locks and bucking as much as he could with Leonard’s hands on his hips pressing him down.
“Eager, are we?” Leonard murmured as Jim panted and struggled. “You know, in all this time I’ve been working with you I’ve noticed that you’re incapable of relaxing. So until you do, I think I’m going to take my time.”
“Relax?!” Jim spluttered. “You expect me to relax when you--ah!” His rant was interrupted by Leonard languidly licking up the underside of his erection.
“Yes, I do,” was the reply. “I know you can. You just need a bit of help to get there.”
By that point Jim had had more than enough of that easy drawl tormenting him and used his grip on Leonard’s hair to encourage the older man to pick up where he’d left off. Leonard chuckled around him as he complied, head moving back and forth between Jim’s splayed legs. It had to be the hottest thing Jim had ever seen.
Jim came embarrassingly quickly after that, biting at his free hand to keep from screaming at the intensity of the sensation. Panting, he slumped back in his chair, only to be manhandled until he was bent over his own desk, pants and boxers precariously wrapped around one ankle. “Did you forget the rest of what I said I was going to do?” Leonard asked as he opened a drawer in Jim’s desk, obviously searching. “I said I was going to fuck you senseless over this desk of yours, and I’m really not surprised you have the supplies for me to do it,” he remarked, tossing the bottle of lube he’d found onto the desk.
Jim knew better than to try to say anything. He knew it probably wouldn’t come out right at all, since he was remarkably incoherent after sex. And so he maintained his silence until he felt slick fingers probing gently at his entrance and moaned softly, hips gently moving back to meet those fingers.
Leonard set a slow pace, gently stretching and preparing Jim, and for once Jim couldn’t bring himself to mind. He was busy getting lost in the wonderful feeling of being taken care of by the brunet.
He wasn’t surprised to find himself hard again by the time it was Leonard’s cock pressing at his ass and not his fingers. He was surprised, however, by how agreeable he was to the slow pace Leonard set as he gently pressed in, slowly fucking him until he was sure he couldn’t move his pleasure-slackened limbs.
The slow pace couldn’t last forever, though, and soon Leonard picked up the pace ever so slightly, making Jim moan as a hand wrapped around his cock. With a few more thrusts they were both coming, Jim not even having the presence of mind to be thankful that Leonard had cleared the papers away from where he had bent Jim over the desk.
Jim was a mindless puddle of goo on his desk and Leonard gently cleaned them both before sitting in Jim’s chair and gently pulling the professor onto his lap. He stirred with the movement, leaning up to gently press a kiss to Leonard’s lips. “I’ll never finish those papers now,” he murmured.
Jim sighed in contentment as he felt more than heard Leonard’s chuckle. “Well, then, it’s a good thing you have me, isn’t it? I can grade some of those for you.”
“I seriously don’t know how I lived without you,” Jim whispered in appreciation before nuzzling into Leonard’s neck and turning the rest of his office hours into a well-deserved nap time.