Fic: Rituals Requiring Virgins - Star Trek 09
Title: Rituals Requiring Virgins
Fandom: Star Trek 09
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 663
Spoilers: none really
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: none
Notes: written for the st_xi_kink meme.
Summary: Alien priests request a virgin for their peace ritual, and it's not who anyone expects.
It's not something that he's ever been embarrassed about, not really. He was either too smart or in too much trouble when he was younger, and all evidence to the contrary once he decided to join Starfleet most of his energy was taken up in proving to Pike that he could be an officer, and faster than anyone else. It hadn't looked like it to anyone, but Jim had worked and studied his ass off.
All of which hadn't left him much time for sex, or any time at all, actually. He's never quite figured out just where his reputation as a sex god came from, but he wasn't going to argue with it. It meant he never had to worry about finding someone to hang out with, go drinking or dancing with, make out with. And when they didn't wind up having sex for whatever reason, it wasn't like the girl was going to admit it, either.
But standing on an alien planet with his away team and a group of alien priests asking for a virgin to participate in some sort of ritual of peace and knowing he's going to have to come clean, in front of Spock and Bones and Uhura of all people, he can't help but feel a little hesitant.
He's the captain now, though, and the friendly neighborhood alien priests have already confirmed that there's only one member of the away team that's suitable (though how they know that Jim has no idea), and eventually the rest of them are going to realize that Chekov's telling the truth when he says it's not him. So he pulls up his most charming smile and steps forward.
"Yeah, that'd be me."
He knows Bones is behind him quietly groaning about his need to always be the center of attention, and Spock's left eyebrow is probably at least five degrees higher than normal. And he can't help a smug smile when they all go silent after the priest confirms that he's the one. If he's going to be forced to come clean, at least he's getting some entertainment out of it.
After everything is said and done, the ritual performed (which was actually quite nice), they head back to the Enterprise in almost complete silence, only broken by Jim's cheerful whistling. It'll be all over this ship within half an hour, but no one's going to believe it. And even if they do, he doesn't really care. Even if he did, seeing Spock with his mouth almost hanging open in shock would be worth it.
It's two days later when Bones ambushes him in his quarters. Doesn't give him any warning, just pushes him back onto the bed and climbs on top of him, then proceeds to kiss him like he thinks he'll die if he doesn't. An eternity later, when Bones finally pulls back to breathe, he slides a hand onto either side of Jim's face and forces his head still so they're staring into each other's eyes.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me, you bastard? All this time, and you never even gave me a damn clue."
Jim just blinks up at Bones, confused. "What are you talking about, Bones? Didn't tell you what?"
Bones growls, leaning down for another rough kiss. "All this time I thought...." He snorts, shifting so that he's straddling Jim's hips with his hands braced on the bed on either side of Jim's head. "Never mind. It doesn't matter now anyway." He's so close that he's practically speaking directly into Jim's mouth, warm breath ghosting over Jim's lips. "You're mine, Jim. Everybody else has lost their chance at you."
Jim moans, reaching up and tugging Bones down fully on top of him. "Yeah, I'm yours, Bones." And in the small portion of his brain not currently being turned into mush, he can't help but be glad that they've already done the virgin-requiring peace ritual. He's not going to be suitable much longer.
Fandom: Star Trek 09
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 663
Spoilers: none really
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: none
Notes: written for the st_xi_kink meme.
Summary: Alien priests request a virgin for their peace ritual, and it's not who anyone expects.
It's not something that he's ever been embarrassed about, not really. He was either too smart or in too much trouble when he was younger, and all evidence to the contrary once he decided to join Starfleet most of his energy was taken up in proving to Pike that he could be an officer, and faster than anyone else. It hadn't looked like it to anyone, but Jim had worked and studied his ass off.
All of which hadn't left him much time for sex, or any time at all, actually. He's never quite figured out just where his reputation as a sex god came from, but he wasn't going to argue with it. It meant he never had to worry about finding someone to hang out with, go drinking or dancing with, make out with. And when they didn't wind up having sex for whatever reason, it wasn't like the girl was going to admit it, either.
But standing on an alien planet with his away team and a group of alien priests asking for a virgin to participate in some sort of ritual of peace and knowing he's going to have to come clean, in front of Spock and Bones and Uhura of all people, he can't help but feel a little hesitant.
He's the captain now, though, and the friendly neighborhood alien priests have already confirmed that there's only one member of the away team that's suitable (though how they know that Jim has no idea), and eventually the rest of them are going to realize that Chekov's telling the truth when he says it's not him. So he pulls up his most charming smile and steps forward.
"Yeah, that'd be me."
He knows Bones is behind him quietly groaning about his need to always be the center of attention, and Spock's left eyebrow is probably at least five degrees higher than normal. And he can't help a smug smile when they all go silent after the priest confirms that he's the one. If he's going to be forced to come clean, at least he's getting some entertainment out of it.
After everything is said and done, the ritual performed (which was actually quite nice), they head back to the Enterprise in almost complete silence, only broken by Jim's cheerful whistling. It'll be all over this ship within half an hour, but no one's going to believe it. And even if they do, he doesn't really care. Even if he did, seeing Spock with his mouth almost hanging open in shock would be worth it.
It's two days later when Bones ambushes him in his quarters. Doesn't give him any warning, just pushes him back onto the bed and climbs on top of him, then proceeds to kiss him like he thinks he'll die if he doesn't. An eternity later, when Bones finally pulls back to breathe, he slides a hand onto either side of Jim's face and forces his head still so they're staring into each other's eyes.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me, you bastard? All this time, and you never even gave me a damn clue."
Jim just blinks up at Bones, confused. "What are you talking about, Bones? Didn't tell you what?"
Bones growls, leaning down for another rough kiss. "All this time I thought...." He snorts, shifting so that he's straddling Jim's hips with his hands braced on the bed on either side of Jim's head. "Never mind. It doesn't matter now anyway." He's so close that he's practically speaking directly into Jim's mouth, warm breath ghosting over Jim's lips. "You're mine, Jim. Everybody else has lost their chance at you."
Jim moans, reaching up and tugging Bones down fully on top of him. "Yeah, I'm yours, Bones." And in the small portion of his brain not currently being turned into mush, he can't help but be glad that they've already done the virgin-requiring peace ritual. He's not going to be suitable much longer.