Silence
Title: Silence (Part 1)
Rating: NC 17
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, Paramount does.
McCoy shoved Jim up against the wall, kissing him hard and fast and desperate. Thanks to some disagreeable aliens, their ‘simple’ task of mediating negotiations between warring factions had taken two weeks longer than they were supposed to, meaning that Kirk and McCoy hadn’t had sex in nearly a month. A situation which they intended to rectify as soon as possible.
If they’d had an ounce of patience left, they would have waited until tomorrow, as they were both on duty, but they didn’t so they weren’t. They also probably should have a found a less public place than McCoy’s office, but they hadn’t, and they certainly weren’t stopping now.
Jim was nipping a line across his jaw and down his throat, while McCoy slid his hands under Jim’s shirt, running his hands over the familiar softness of skin and hardness of muscle. He pulled Jim’s shirts up, breaking away from him long enough to pull them off. Then he removed his own. They took a few seconds to drink in the sight of each other, before they were kissing fiercely again.
“Fuck.” Jim whispered against McCoy’s lip. “Want you. Been going fucking crazy not being able to touch you.”
McCoy bit down sharply on Jim’s collarbone, then soothed the mark with his tongue. “Me too.”
“Been thinkin’ about pinning you up against this wall all goddamn day. Sliding deep into your tight ass, fucking you hard until you scream for me.”
Jim moaned loudly, then clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide as he remembered that sickbay was not exactly deserted.
“It makes you hot doesn’t it? Knowing that anyone could hear us and walk in here? Think you can stay quiet enough?”
McCoy punctuated this by latching his mouth onto Jim’s nipple, who emitted a strangled whimper, then gasped “I can, how about you?”
McCoy didn’t respond, except to kiss Jim deeply, yanking his head back by the hair to plunder his mouth more thoroughly. Jim made a hungry noise at the back of his throat and hooked a leg around McCoy’s thigh so he could push their hips closer.
They groaned in unison as their hard cocks rubbed together, little sparks of pleasure shooting through them at the sweet friction.
“So hard for me darlin’.” McCoy growled, letting his drawl become more pronounced and rocked harder against Jim.
“Fuck yes. For you. Only for you.” Jim whispered back, struggling to get their pants unzipped without having to cease the delicious movement of their hips. He managed to get both sets of pants down to their knees without breaking their kiss, however it occurred to Jim that in order for Bones to fuck him properly, the pants would have to come off completely.
That took some considerable fumbling (goddamn Starfleet and their stupid pants that tuck in to their stupid boots) as they continued to lick and nip at each other’s lips, necks, chests, wherever they could reach.
As soon as Jim was completely naked (McCoy didn’t bother to remove his boots, leaving his trousers bunched around his ankles) Jip lifted one leg around McCoy’s hip, who swiftly produced some lube from his desk drawer and pressed a slick finger into Jim.
Jim let his head fall back against the wall, and focused on not crying out when McCoy angled his finger to rub against his sweet spot. He could feel McCoy smirking against his neck as he added a second finger and began to thrust them in and out, making sure to brush his prostate with every movement.
He pressed in a third finger, keeping his motions slow. Jim whimpered and writhed a little with frustration. McCoy was going to make him beg and they both knew it.
“C’mon darlin’. Say it.”
“Please!” Jim gasped, shaking a little with the effort of keeping his voice down. “God, please!”
“Please what, sugar?” McCoy drawled as he sucked at Jim’s earlobe.
“Dammit! In me. Now.”
“But sweetheart, I am in you.” McCoy chuckled, twisting his fingers for emphasis.
“Godammit Bones! I order you to put your cock in my ass right now or I swear to God I will have you court-martialed!“
With a low, throaty laugh McCoy lifted Jim and slammed him down onto his erection in one hard thrust, hitting his prostate dead on. Jim screamed as white hot pleasure shot through him, making his knees weak and spots of light dance in front of his eyes, no longer giving a damn if anyone heard.
But apparently McCoy did. He stilled completely, just staying motionless inside him, hard, hot length pressed right there, and Jim squirmed and whined, trying to fuck himself on that huge cock. But McCoy kept a tight grip on his hips, preventing him from moving.
“Please Bones!”
“Uh uh. Remember, you have to stay quiet baby. I’m not gonna fuck you unless you can. After all, it wouldn’t be setting a very good example for the crew if we were caught, now would it?” He whispered, laughter clear in his voice.
Jim was about to make it very clear that he didn’t care what the crew would think, when he heard Nurse Chapel’s voice from just outside the door, and suddenly he did care, because it made him shudder just to think of looking her in the eyes again if she walked in now and saw him pinned against a wall, impaled on his CMO’s dick.
“Doctor? Are you alright? I heard a shout.”
McCoy muttered ‘Goddammit it’ under his breath, no doubt also thinking of awkward possibilities, then said “I’m fine Chapel. Just stubbed my toe on the desk.”
“Ok. If you’re sure you’re alright...?”
She didn’t sound too convinced. Smirking, Jim tightened his muscles around McCoy, who gasped and shuddered.
“Y-yes. Yes I’m fine.” He called, a little shakily. “That will be all Chapel. I’m sure you have some work to be doing?”
“Yes sir.” As soon as the footsteps faced into silence, McCoy turned to a still smirking Jim and growled “Don’t think there won’t be payback for that little stunt.”
“Bring it.” Jim breathes against McCoy’s neck, flicking out his tongue to trace against the pulse point and clenching his ass again.
McCoy’s breath hitched again, and his hips jerked forward involuntarily. He leant forward and captured Jim’s lips in a hard, deep kiss, wiping the smug grin off his face.
He kept his hips moving into Jim in time with the thrusts of his tongue into Jim’s mouth; very, very slowly. Jim broke the kiss to pant for breath, and McCoy turned his attentions to Jim’s chest, licking and sucking at each hard nub, teeth grazing slightly, keeping up his torturously slow pace.
Jim whined and arched his back, trying to get more stimulation against his sensitive nipples, as well as make McCoy fuck him harder, but McCoy wasn’t listening to his rather unsubtle hints.
“Booones!” Jim groaned, a little too desperate to really be considered threatening.
“What? Do you want something?” McCoy asked innocently.
“Yes dammit! Fuck me!”
“I thought I was.”
“You know exactly what I mean!”
“Oh, you want it faster?”
“Yes!”
“Want me to hold you down and fuck you wide open, huh baby? Fuck that pretty little ass until you can feel me for a week?” As McCoy whispered the filthy litany into Jim’s ear he kept up his rhythm of slow, shallow thrusts, making sure to graze Jim’s prostate with each painfully unsatisfying thrust.
Jim could only whimper a ‘please’ in response as he clutched his legs tighter around McCoy’s waist; the only thing keeping him from sliding, boneless to the floor.
“How about we make a little deal?” McCoy continued teasingly. Jim didn’t reply, except for another whimper.
“If you can stay completely silent, I’ll fuck however hard you want, but if you talk, or make any sound at all, I stop. Sound good?”
Jim had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at that, in both arousal and frustration. After a second’s hesitation, he nodded.
He was completely unprepared for the first hard, fast thrust that sent pure molten pleasure shooting through his groin and up his spine, and he nearly cried out immediately. He just managed to stop himself in time, turning his shout into a muffled gasp. His fingers clutched hard at McCoy’s shoulders, no doubt leaving bruises.
McCoy thrust into him again, even harder, and Jim had to bite down on McCoy’s shoulder to stifle his scream. McCoy half moaned, half laughed against his neck as he continued to drive Jim crazy with need, even as his thrust began to grow erratic.
Jim could already feel the pressure building in his groin, pleasure rising so high and so fast it was almost too much to handle. He swallowed back another moan.
His cock and balls were brushing McCoy’s stomach with every thrust, sending currents of pleasure along his nerves, joining with the sensations in his ass, pushing him closer and closer to release.
Another jolt of sensation as McCoy changed his angle slightly and thrust in hard, and he was right there, so close to the edge but not quite going over.
“You wanna come darlin’?”
Jim nodded frantically, body shaking with the effort of holding himself back from crying out.
His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry, as McCoy kept him right there on the brink for a few more seconds...then McCoy whispered “Come for me” and stroked Jim once, twice and Jim jerked and bit down hard on McCoy’s shoulder as the tension coiled low in his abdomen released and spasms of ecstasy rushed through him.
He was vaguely aware of McCoy’s low grunt against his neck as he too reached his climax. A few seconds later McCoy collapsed against him, and since he was all that had been supporting Jim before, they both slid down into a trembling, sweaty and satisfied heap.
“Goddamn.” Jim remarked a minute layer, still panting slightly, “That was intense. Really, like, wow.”
“Glad I have your approval. Although, I was starting to enjoy the silence.” McCoy teased.
Jim poked him in the ribs. “Don’t get used to it.”
Rating: NC 17
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, Paramount does.
McCoy shoved Jim up against the wall, kissing him hard and fast and desperate. Thanks to some disagreeable aliens, their ‘simple’ task of mediating negotiations between warring factions had taken two weeks longer than they were supposed to, meaning that Kirk and McCoy hadn’t had sex in nearly a month. A situation which they intended to rectify as soon as possible.
If they’d had an ounce of patience left, they would have waited until tomorrow, as they were both on duty, but they didn’t so they weren’t. They also probably should have a found a less public place than McCoy’s office, but they hadn’t, and they certainly weren’t stopping now.
Jim was nipping a line across his jaw and down his throat, while McCoy slid his hands under Jim’s shirt, running his hands over the familiar softness of skin and hardness of muscle. He pulled Jim’s shirts up, breaking away from him long enough to pull them off. Then he removed his own. They took a few seconds to drink in the sight of each other, before they were kissing fiercely again.
“Fuck.” Jim whispered against McCoy’s lip. “Want you. Been going fucking crazy not being able to touch you.”
McCoy bit down sharply on Jim’s collarbone, then soothed the mark with his tongue. “Me too.”
“Been thinkin’ about pinning you up against this wall all goddamn day. Sliding deep into your tight ass, fucking you hard until you scream for me.”
Jim moaned loudly, then clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide as he remembered that sickbay was not exactly deserted.
“It makes you hot doesn’t it? Knowing that anyone could hear us and walk in here? Think you can stay quiet enough?”
McCoy punctuated this by latching his mouth onto Jim’s nipple, who emitted a strangled whimper, then gasped “I can, how about you?”
McCoy didn’t respond, except to kiss Jim deeply, yanking his head back by the hair to plunder his mouth more thoroughly. Jim made a hungry noise at the back of his throat and hooked a leg around McCoy’s thigh so he could push their hips closer.
They groaned in unison as their hard cocks rubbed together, little sparks of pleasure shooting through them at the sweet friction.
“So hard for me darlin’.” McCoy growled, letting his drawl become more pronounced and rocked harder against Jim.
“Fuck yes. For you. Only for you.” Jim whispered back, struggling to get their pants unzipped without having to cease the delicious movement of their hips. He managed to get both sets of pants down to their knees without breaking their kiss, however it occurred to Jim that in order for Bones to fuck him properly, the pants would have to come off completely.
That took some considerable fumbling (goddamn Starfleet and their stupid pants that tuck in to their stupid boots) as they continued to lick and nip at each other’s lips, necks, chests, wherever they could reach.
As soon as Jim was completely naked (McCoy didn’t bother to remove his boots, leaving his trousers bunched around his ankles) Jip lifted one leg around McCoy’s hip, who swiftly produced some lube from his desk drawer and pressed a slick finger into Jim.
Jim let his head fall back against the wall, and focused on not crying out when McCoy angled his finger to rub against his sweet spot. He could feel McCoy smirking against his neck as he added a second finger and began to thrust them in and out, making sure to brush his prostate with every movement.
He pressed in a third finger, keeping his motions slow. Jim whimpered and writhed a little with frustration. McCoy was going to make him beg and they both knew it.
“C’mon darlin’. Say it.”
“Please!” Jim gasped, shaking a little with the effort of keeping his voice down. “God, please!”
“Please what, sugar?” McCoy drawled as he sucked at Jim’s earlobe.
“Dammit! In me. Now.”
“But sweetheart, I am in you.” McCoy chuckled, twisting his fingers for emphasis.
“Godammit Bones! I order you to put your cock in my ass right now or I swear to God I will have you court-martialed!“
With a low, throaty laugh McCoy lifted Jim and slammed him down onto his erection in one hard thrust, hitting his prostate dead on. Jim screamed as white hot pleasure shot through him, making his knees weak and spots of light dance in front of his eyes, no longer giving a damn if anyone heard.
But apparently McCoy did. He stilled completely, just staying motionless inside him, hard, hot length pressed right there, and Jim squirmed and whined, trying to fuck himself on that huge cock. But McCoy kept a tight grip on his hips, preventing him from moving.
“Please Bones!”
“Uh uh. Remember, you have to stay quiet baby. I’m not gonna fuck you unless you can. After all, it wouldn’t be setting a very good example for the crew if we were caught, now would it?” He whispered, laughter clear in his voice.
Jim was about to make it very clear that he didn’t care what the crew would think, when he heard Nurse Chapel’s voice from just outside the door, and suddenly he did care, because it made him shudder just to think of looking her in the eyes again if she walked in now and saw him pinned against a wall, impaled on his CMO’s dick.
“Doctor? Are you alright? I heard a shout.”
McCoy muttered ‘Goddammit it’ under his breath, no doubt also thinking of awkward possibilities, then said “I’m fine Chapel. Just stubbed my toe on the desk.”
“Ok. If you’re sure you’re alright...?”
She didn’t sound too convinced. Smirking, Jim tightened his muscles around McCoy, who gasped and shuddered.
“Y-yes. Yes I’m fine.” He called, a little shakily. “That will be all Chapel. I’m sure you have some work to be doing?”
“Yes sir.” As soon as the footsteps faced into silence, McCoy turned to a still smirking Jim and growled “Don’t think there won’t be payback for that little stunt.”
“Bring it.” Jim breathes against McCoy’s neck, flicking out his tongue to trace against the pulse point and clenching his ass again.
McCoy’s breath hitched again, and his hips jerked forward involuntarily. He leant forward and captured Jim’s lips in a hard, deep kiss, wiping the smug grin off his face.
He kept his hips moving into Jim in time with the thrusts of his tongue into Jim’s mouth; very, very slowly. Jim broke the kiss to pant for breath, and McCoy turned his attentions to Jim’s chest, licking and sucking at each hard nub, teeth grazing slightly, keeping up his torturously slow pace.
Jim whined and arched his back, trying to get more stimulation against his sensitive nipples, as well as make McCoy fuck him harder, but McCoy wasn’t listening to his rather unsubtle hints.
“Booones!” Jim groaned, a little too desperate to really be considered threatening.
“What? Do you want something?” McCoy asked innocently.
“Yes dammit! Fuck me!”
“I thought I was.”
“You know exactly what I mean!”
“Oh, you want it faster?”
“Yes!”
“Want me to hold you down and fuck you wide open, huh baby? Fuck that pretty little ass until you can feel me for a week?” As McCoy whispered the filthy litany into Jim’s ear he kept up his rhythm of slow, shallow thrusts, making sure to graze Jim’s prostate with each painfully unsatisfying thrust.
Jim could only whimper a ‘please’ in response as he clutched his legs tighter around McCoy’s waist; the only thing keeping him from sliding, boneless to the floor.
“How about we make a little deal?” McCoy continued teasingly. Jim didn’t reply, except for another whimper.
“If you can stay completely silent, I’ll fuck however hard you want, but if you talk, or make any sound at all, I stop. Sound good?”
Jim had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at that, in both arousal and frustration. After a second’s hesitation, he nodded.
He was completely unprepared for the first hard, fast thrust that sent pure molten pleasure shooting through his groin and up his spine, and he nearly cried out immediately. He just managed to stop himself in time, turning his shout into a muffled gasp. His fingers clutched hard at McCoy’s shoulders, no doubt leaving bruises.
McCoy thrust into him again, even harder, and Jim had to bite down on McCoy’s shoulder to stifle his scream. McCoy half moaned, half laughed against his neck as he continued to drive Jim crazy with need, even as his thrust began to grow erratic.
Jim could already feel the pressure building in his groin, pleasure rising so high and so fast it was almost too much to handle. He swallowed back another moan.
His cock and balls were brushing McCoy’s stomach with every thrust, sending currents of pleasure along his nerves, joining with the sensations in his ass, pushing him closer and closer to release.
Another jolt of sensation as McCoy changed his angle slightly and thrust in hard, and he was right there, so close to the edge but not quite going over.
“You wanna come darlin’?”
Jim nodded frantically, body shaking with the effort of holding himself back from crying out.
His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry, as McCoy kept him right there on the brink for a few more seconds...then McCoy whispered “Come for me” and stroked Jim once, twice and Jim jerked and bit down hard on McCoy’s shoulder as the tension coiled low in his abdomen released and spasms of ecstasy rushed through him.
He was vaguely aware of McCoy’s low grunt against his neck as he too reached his climax. A few seconds later McCoy collapsed against him, and since he was all that had been supporting Jim before, they both slid down into a trembling, sweaty and satisfied heap.
“Goddamn.” Jim remarked a minute layer, still panting slightly, “That was intense. Really, like, wow.”
“Glad I have your approval. Although, I was starting to enjoy the silence.” McCoy teased.
Jim poked him in the ribs. “Don’t get used to it.”