Oops | STXI | NC-17
Title: Oops
Series: STXI K/S
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~900
Warnings: Silly sex here, there, and everywhere!
Summary: For an st_xi_kink_meme prompt. Three people who looked into Kirk’s eyes as they came, and the one who did when they were actually having sex.
A/N: This is just... porny crack. Scribbled it up purely for the lulz.
Disclaimer: Somewhere over the slash rainbow of my mind, it happened. But not in Kansas, unfortunately.
Kirk groaned as he sat up and blearily squinted at the empty sickbay. He smacked his lips together,and grimaced as he wondered if he’d chewed on a chunk of chalk at some point or something. Scooting off of the bio-bed, Kirk ambled towards McCoy’s office, scratching his ass-cheek through the alarmingly short hospital gown he wore.
Rather than the door to the doctor’s office sliding open of its own accord, Kirk found his face crunching into the cold, unforgiving plastic, as he walked right into it.
“Ow.”
Assuming there was no hint to be taken from a locked door, Kirk yawned and keyed in his override code; he smiled to himself as the door whisked open. The partition slipped away and Kirk found himself locking eyes with Bones, just as the blonde on her knees - oh, hi Christine! - swallowed him to the base.
Bones roared, “Shiiit, Jim!” even as his lashes fluttered and his mouth dropped open in infuriated ecstasy.
Kirk croaked an unapologetic, “Oops,” as he slinked back from the room, giving a flush-faced doctor a thumbs up and a wide grin.
The door whizzed shut with a snap and Kirk inwardly shrugged at the sound of shattered glass and, Again, Leonard?! This is the last slip-up! then, You blind as a bat, woman?! He was right there! Right. There! When was the last time you had an eye exam?, followed by more crashing.
Crazy kids.
***
Kirk strode into Botany Lab 2B, tapping a stylus against his teeth, his head bent towards a PADD. “You in here, Sulu? Just wanted to check in with your progress on that sex pollen sample from Rigan XII. I have a theory that -“
A whimper caught his attention and Kirk peered up. Chekov - legs wrapped tightly around Sulu’s bare waist, as he was practically drilled into the opposite wall - incidentally met Kirk’s curious stare over Sulu’s shoulder. Chekov bit down on his bottom lip, but the yelp and simultaneous shudder that wracked his body was inevitable as Sulu rode him out.
“O-kay. Well.” Kirk made a note on his PADD. “Guess we haven’t found the antidote yet. Thanks for the update, guys.”
Heading for the exit, Kirk was fairly certain he imagined Chekov screaming in Russian, Pull your fucking pants up!, because the prodigy he knew certainly didn’t have a mouth like that.
***
“Tribbles in the fucking Jeffries Tubes,” Kirk grumbled under his breath. He slammed another entrance shut and checked off the empty tube on his extensive list.
The next cylinder was not so empty. Kirk cocked his head in a futile attempt to fathom the angle of Uhura and Scotty. His Chief Engineer’s body was mid-spasm against Uhura’s writhing hips, when his gaze fused with Kirk’s. It was unclear whether or not the open-mouthed cry was a strangled scream of horror or pleasure.
Either way, Kirk stuck his head in the tube, looked up the ladder - Uhura was howling with fem-fury and slapping Scotty over the head with her phaser - noted no Tribble invaders, and promptly shut the door.
Flipping out his communicator, Kirk turned his back from the sound of sobbing Man Pain, and reported, “Kirk to Spock. We’re officially clear of Tribbles.”
“Noted, Captain.”
***
Kirk huffed a shallow breath, his palms slick with sweat, grappled down the bunched muscles of Spock’s neck. With one of Kirk’s knees pressed to his shoulder, Spock fucked him into the mattress with a devastating precision of a sex god.
Within the minuscule piece of Kirk’s functioning mind, he imagined he should have jumped Spock sooner, had he known what a beast the Vulcan was in the sack. Kirk didn’t know where this relationship would go from this point on - but damn, the sex would be unbelievable.
“Jim.”
Kirk was vaguely certain that he replied with a heartfelt moan as Spock lifted his hips for a further piercing angle. Kirk’s eyes remained shut, his swollen lips parted in a desperate search for air, his chin angled back as jagged pleasure and pain filled and burned him from the inside out.
Spock’s feverish lips whispered against Kirk’s eyelids. The modulation of his voice shook. “Jim, open your eyes. I wish to see you. I... I need to see you.”
Their joint rhythm broke for half a second, when Kirk’s eyes flew open with that processed information. Spock’s gaze was hooded; thick, inky lashes shadowing the black intensity in his expression. His cheeks bloomed with an exquisite moss, and with one final thrust, Spock’s mouth descended to claim Kirk in body and soul.
Kirk’s breath was stolen, and a white-hot fire sparked and ripped through his body. He bucked towards Spock, choking on his name; they both rocked together and revelled in the overlapping waves of nerve-searing climax. Spock collapsed atop him with a grunt, his lips beside Kirk’s ear, panting softly.
Spock was, of course, the first to recover, although his voice still rasped with abating desire. “I must admit that I remain uncomprehending of the distress that particular crew-members have expressed at your having, as they say, ‘caught them in the act’.”
Kirk frowned and pressed a kiss to Spock’s shoulder. “Why’s that?”
Spock pulled back, resting on his elbows as he searched Kirk’s face with warm eyes. He replied simply, “Because I found the experience exhilarating.”
And to that, Kirk didn’t have a reply.
Series: STXI K/S
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~900
Warnings: Silly sex here, there, and everywhere!
Summary: For an st_xi_kink_meme prompt. Three people who looked into Kirk’s eyes as they came, and the one who did when they were actually having sex.
A/N: This is just... porny crack. Scribbled it up purely for the lulz.
Disclaimer: Somewhere over the slash rainbow of my mind, it happened. But not in Kansas, unfortunately.
Kirk groaned as he sat up and blearily squinted at the empty sickbay. He smacked his lips together,and grimaced as he wondered if he’d chewed on a chunk of chalk at some point or something. Scooting off of the bio-bed, Kirk ambled towards McCoy’s office, scratching his ass-cheek through the alarmingly short hospital gown he wore.
Rather than the door to the doctor’s office sliding open of its own accord, Kirk found his face crunching into the cold, unforgiving plastic, as he walked right into it.
“Ow.”
Assuming there was no hint to be taken from a locked door, Kirk yawned and keyed in his override code; he smiled to himself as the door whisked open. The partition slipped away and Kirk found himself locking eyes with Bones, just as the blonde on her knees - oh, hi Christine! - swallowed him to the base.
Bones roared, “Shiiit, Jim!” even as his lashes fluttered and his mouth dropped open in infuriated ecstasy.
Kirk croaked an unapologetic, “Oops,” as he slinked back from the room, giving a flush-faced doctor a thumbs up and a wide grin.
The door whizzed shut with a snap and Kirk inwardly shrugged at the sound of shattered glass and, Again, Leonard?! This is the last slip-up! then, You blind as a bat, woman?! He was right there! Right. There! When was the last time you had an eye exam?, followed by more crashing.
Crazy kids.
***
Kirk strode into Botany Lab 2B, tapping a stylus against his teeth, his head bent towards a PADD. “You in here, Sulu? Just wanted to check in with your progress on that sex pollen sample from Rigan XII. I have a theory that -“
A whimper caught his attention and Kirk peered up. Chekov - legs wrapped tightly around Sulu’s bare waist, as he was practically drilled into the opposite wall - incidentally met Kirk’s curious stare over Sulu’s shoulder. Chekov bit down on his bottom lip, but the yelp and simultaneous shudder that wracked his body was inevitable as Sulu rode him out.
“O-kay. Well.” Kirk made a note on his PADD. “Guess we haven’t found the antidote yet. Thanks for the update, guys.”
Heading for the exit, Kirk was fairly certain he imagined Chekov screaming in Russian, Pull your fucking pants up!, because the prodigy he knew certainly didn’t have a mouth like that.
***
“Tribbles in the fucking Jeffries Tubes,” Kirk grumbled under his breath. He slammed another entrance shut and checked off the empty tube on his extensive list.
The next cylinder was not so empty. Kirk cocked his head in a futile attempt to fathom the angle of Uhura and Scotty. His Chief Engineer’s body was mid-spasm against Uhura’s writhing hips, when his gaze fused with Kirk’s. It was unclear whether or not the open-mouthed cry was a strangled scream of horror or pleasure.
Either way, Kirk stuck his head in the tube, looked up the ladder - Uhura was howling with fem-fury and slapping Scotty over the head with her phaser - noted no Tribble invaders, and promptly shut the door.
Flipping out his communicator, Kirk turned his back from the sound of sobbing Man Pain, and reported, “Kirk to Spock. We’re officially clear of Tribbles.”
“Noted, Captain.”
***
Kirk huffed a shallow breath, his palms slick with sweat, grappled down the bunched muscles of Spock’s neck. With one of Kirk’s knees pressed to his shoulder, Spock fucked him into the mattress with a devastating precision of a sex god.
Within the minuscule piece of Kirk’s functioning mind, he imagined he should have jumped Spock sooner, had he known what a beast the Vulcan was in the sack. Kirk didn’t know where this relationship would go from this point on - but damn, the sex would be unbelievable.
“Jim.”
Kirk was vaguely certain that he replied with a heartfelt moan as Spock lifted his hips for a further piercing angle. Kirk’s eyes remained shut, his swollen lips parted in a desperate search for air, his chin angled back as jagged pleasure and pain filled and burned him from the inside out.
Spock’s feverish lips whispered against Kirk’s eyelids. The modulation of his voice shook. “Jim, open your eyes. I wish to see you. I... I need to see you.”
Their joint rhythm broke for half a second, when Kirk’s eyes flew open with that processed information. Spock’s gaze was hooded; thick, inky lashes shadowing the black intensity in his expression. His cheeks bloomed with an exquisite moss, and with one final thrust, Spock’s mouth descended to claim Kirk in body and soul.
Kirk’s breath was stolen, and a white-hot fire sparked and ripped through his body. He bucked towards Spock, choking on his name; they both rocked together and revelled in the overlapping waves of nerve-searing climax. Spock collapsed atop him with a grunt, his lips beside Kirk’s ear, panting softly.
Spock was, of course, the first to recover, although his voice still rasped with abating desire. “I must admit that I remain uncomprehending of the distress that particular crew-members have expressed at your having, as they say, ‘caught them in the act’.”
Kirk frowned and pressed a kiss to Spock’s shoulder. “Why’s that?”
Spock pulled back, resting on his elbows as he searched Kirk’s face with warm eyes. He replied simply, “Because I found the experience exhilarating.”
And to that, Kirk didn’t have a reply.