Silence- Part Two
Link to part one: http://magenta-storm.livejournal.com/1030.html
Title: Silence (Part 2)
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek.
McCoy should have realized something was up when he walked onto the bridge to find it deserted except for Jim, who was wearing a slightly dangerous smile. But he didn’t, at least not until the door had hissed shut behind him and Jim was approaching him with a predatory look in his eyes.
“Jim?” He asked warily. “Where is everyone? Why did you tell me to report to the bridge? What are you doing?”
“To answer your questions in order; one, everyone... um, stepped out for a minute. Found more important places to be. Two, I called you here because I want some revenge for last week, and my chair seemed like a great place to do it in. And three, I’m kissing you.”
And he proceeded to do so before McCoy had a chance to protest. Eventually McCoy managed to muster up enough self control to pull away from those soft, warm lips.
“Jim! Stop that! Do you have any idea how many regulations you’re thinking of breaking here?”
“Not as many as you’d think, actually. About twenty.” Jim said nonchalantly.
“Oh, only twenty, well that makes all the difference.” McCoy replied with a roll of his eyes and a scowl.
Jim just grinned cheekily. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you scowl?”
McCoy just harrumphed and crossed his arms pointedly.
Jim, still smiling widely, rested both hands on McCoy’s hips and slid his fingers under the shirt to play lightly against the warm skin. He pressed little kisses against the scowl until it melted away and McCoy kissed him back with a half sighed, half growled ‘Dammit Jim.’
Still kissing enthusiastically, Jim maneuvered them until he could push McCoy down into the Captain’s chair and straddle him. He broke the kiss in favour of pulling McCoy’s shirt off and raking his eyes hungrily down his torso.
McCoy took this opportunity to grumble “You have remembered to lock the doors, haven’t you?”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Yes yes. I’m not as dumb my pretty face indicates. And I’ve given orders for no disturbances unless there’s an emergency. Can we get on with the hot sex now?”
McCoy rolled his eyes, twice as spectacularly and muttered “Yeah, yeah, I suppose so.”
“Good.” Jim said brightly, promptly fastening his mouth around McCoy’s nipple, causing him to curse under his breath and arch his back. Jim smirked and bit down lightly, rolling the hard bud between his teeth. McCoy hissed in pleasure-pain and dug his nails into his palms.
Jim switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
He kept alternating between each sensitive nub, teasing them with lips and tongue and teeth while he lightly trailed his fingers over McCoy’s tanned, muscular chest and stomach until he was panting and definitely no longer thinking about regulations.
Jim ran his tongue down the centre of McCoy’s chest, briefly dipping into his navel before continuing lower, nuzzling at the impressive bulge in his trousers while stroking up and down his thighs.
Jim slowly unfastened McCoy’s pants and tugged them down, pulling the boots off too. Then he began kissing a slow path up his thighs. When Jim reached his balls and began to lick and suck and rub at them, completely ignoring his aching erection, McCoy lost patience and groaned “Dammit Jim, c’mon. Suck me.” He bucked his hips up a little. “Please.” He added breathlessly, knowing how much Jim loved it when he begged.
Jim chuckled, eyes dancing mischievously while his fingers continued to trace patterns on McCoy’s tingling skin. “Begging will get you nowhere. Yet. I’m going to give you a thorough teasing as payback for last week.”
Jim idly ran a finger up the length of McCoy’s shaft and around the head. McCoy shivered and his breath caught in his throat as Jim licked the drop of pre-come off his finger.
“I’ll lay out the ground rules now. One, you don’t get to touch me. I know how much you love tangling your fingers through my hair when I suck you off, so that should be a challenge.” Jim flicked his tongue out to moisten his lips, feeling McCoy’s eyes follow the movement. “Two, you can make noise, but you can’t give me orders. So, you can swear and say my name all you like, but if I hear anything resembling an instruction, I stop. And three, you only come when I tell you to. Got that?”
Jim didn’t wait for an answer, sucking the tip of McCoy’s cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue.
“Goddammit Jim!” McCoy gasped, his hands instinctively moving towards Jim’s head. He quickly aborted the motion, hands instead clutching at the armrests of the chair.
Chuckling softly, Jim slowly took McCoy deeper until he could feel him at the back of his throat, and swallowed around him. McCoy gave a long, high keen, then groaned “My God, Jim!”
Jim pulled back and said “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
McCoy had to bite his tongue hard to keep from giving in to the smartass retort threatening to escape.
Jim took him back into his mouth, sucking strongly while keeping that sinful tongue fluttering around the head and tracing the underside. Jim brought a hand up to fondle his balls and McCoy’s knuckles were turning white as he struggled to keep himself from bucking his hips up too much.
Jim, without breaking his rhythm, somehow managed to find and uncap the tube of lube one handed, and was soon pressing a slick finger into McCoy. McCoy bit back a cry of more please as Jim brushed his prostate teasingly. Jim added a second finger and began stretching him, making sure to keep pressing against that spot until McCoy was positively mewling with need.
“Jim!” McCoy gasped, desperation clear in his voice. Jim just laughed and deep throated him again. McCoy cried out at the sensation; tight, wet heat and vibrations so fucking delicious it made his toes curl. Once again, he had to a bite back a demand plea for Jim to hurry up and fuck him.
After a little more stretching, Jim pulled away and stood. Making sure McCoy’s attention was completely fixed on him, he slid a hand under his shirt, lifting it so just a little flash of skin was visible. He ran his fingers over that thin strip of skin for a few seconds, before slowly pulling the shirts off.
McCoy groaned softly as he watched Jim’s muscles ripple under that gorgeous creamy skin. Jim dropped the shirts, and then ran one hand down to the front of his pants, palming his erection while the other hand ran over his chest. Jim moaned softly as he pinched a nipple.
“You really are evil.” McCoy said with a mixture of admiration and annoyance as he restrained himself from reaching out to run his hands all over that perfect body.
Jim smirked. “Yep.”
Then he lowered his voice, making it rough and intense. “You look so fucking hot Bones. Lying there, all flushed and panting and desperate.” He continued as he slowly undid his pants. “Because of me. You need me, don’t you baby? Need my cock inside you?”
McCoy whimpered, his cock throbbing just from the tone of Jim’s voice. “Yes.”
Jim shimmied out of pants and boxers. McCoy moaned again at the sight of Jim’s beautiful cock, and at the memory of how good it felt inside him.
Jim leant forward until his mouth was a few millimeters away from McCoy’s ear and murmured “You can beg me now.”
McCoy didn’t think twice. “Please, please Jim. Fuck me. Need you in me. Fuck, need it so bad. God, you’re so good, so fucking huge, need it in me please, please, now, need you now Jim please-!
He could have, and would have continued, but Jim cut him off with a passionate kiss. “Fucking love it when you beg me.” Jim groaned against his neck as he trailed nipping kisses across the smooth column of flesh. “So fucking sexy, that accent... goddamn.”
“Dammit Jim, please!” McCoy growled again, patience completely exhausted.
It took Jim a moment of fiddling with the chair to get it to recline far enough to be comfortable. When he got it to where he wanted it, he smiled seductively and slid his hands up McCoy’s thighs. “Ok, c’mon baby. Spread your legs for me.” McCoy complied, trembling.
Jim lifted one of McCoy’s legs up over his shoulder, and brought the other to wrap around his waist, and then slowly pressed forward until he was completely buried in tight heat. They moaned in unison.
Jim slid one hand to McCoy’s hip and the other to the back of his thigh, holding him still while he set up a hard, fast pace, without pausing for McCoy to adjust. McCoy gave a heartfelt groan at the rough treatment.
“Fuck, Jim!” McCoy moaned. “So good, so fucking good. Please, let me touch you.”
“Since...you asked...so nicely...” Jim groaned from between gritted teeth.
McCoy immediately threaded his fingers through Jim’s damp hair and pulled him down for a kiss. It was too hard and too wet and without finesse, but it was still perfect.
Now that he had permission to touch, McCoy wasn’t going to waste it. He ran his hands all over Jim’s back, down to his ass, squeezing firmly, while also licking and biting and sucking at Jim’s neck. Jim whimpered softly as McCoy growled “Jim” against his bruising throat.
“More. Harder, please.” McCoy moaned, too far gone to care how needy he sounded. Jim obliged, slamming deeper and harder into him, hitting that point of pure pleasure over and over until McCoy was nearly screaming. Jim’s thrusts were beginning to become erratic as he, too neared orgasm.
But he held on, wanting to draw it out, tease McCoy a little longer. McCoy was writhing beneath him, whimpering and gasping, eyelashes fluttering, pupils blown wide, lush, pink lips open in an ‘o’ of pleasure. It was too perfect a sight to let go of just yet.
Instead of taking hold of McCoy’s weeping erection, the way those eyes were clearly begging him, he dropped his mouth down onto a nipple and gave it a sharp nip. McCoy emitted a little sob, which turned into a long whimper when Jim laved over it, soothing it with his tongue.
After a few more seconds of torture, Jim leant up to murmur into McCoy’s ear: “So close, aren’t you?”
“Yes, fuck, Jim please!” came the answering whine.
“You want me to let you come?”
“Please!”
“Ok honey. C’mon. Come for me. Now.”
He wrapped a hand around McCoy’s length; one hard stroke was all it took before he was pushed over the edge, hot liquid striping across his chest and stomach and Jim’s fingers, chanting Jim’s name as ecstasy overwhelmed him.
“Fuck.” Jim ground out. “So fucking sexy when you come. Mine, all mine. God, Bones, yes!” Jim shouted as he spilt himself deep inside McCoy.
At first they kissed and stroked each other softly as they caught their breath, but after a little while they came to the unspoken agreement that they really should clean up and get dressed before anyone found out about this.
McCoy’s back cracked as he stretched and he shot Jim and accusing glare.
“Tryin’ to kill me, huh kid?”
Jim stuck out his tongue.
“Don’t recall you complaining a few minutes ago.”
“That’s because I wasn’t thinking then.”
Jim smirked. “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment.” He slid an arm loosely around McCoy’s waist and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
“Like your unbelievably over inflated ego needs any more stroking.” McCoy said with an affectionate ruffle of Jim’s hair.
“You love me anyway.”
McCoy smiled and pressed his lips against Jim’s in a sweet lingering kiss.
Title: Silence (Part 2)
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek.
McCoy should have realized something was up when he walked onto the bridge to find it deserted except for Jim, who was wearing a slightly dangerous smile. But he didn’t, at least not until the door had hissed shut behind him and Jim was approaching him with a predatory look in his eyes.
“Jim?” He asked warily. “Where is everyone? Why did you tell me to report to the bridge? What are you doing?”
“To answer your questions in order; one, everyone... um, stepped out for a minute. Found more important places to be. Two, I called you here because I want some revenge for last week, and my chair seemed like a great place to do it in. And three, I’m kissing you.”
And he proceeded to do so before McCoy had a chance to protest. Eventually McCoy managed to muster up enough self control to pull away from those soft, warm lips.
“Jim! Stop that! Do you have any idea how many regulations you’re thinking of breaking here?”
“Not as many as you’d think, actually. About twenty.” Jim said nonchalantly.
“Oh, only twenty, well that makes all the difference.” McCoy replied with a roll of his eyes and a scowl.
Jim just grinned cheekily. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you scowl?”
McCoy just harrumphed and crossed his arms pointedly.
Jim, still smiling widely, rested both hands on McCoy’s hips and slid his fingers under the shirt to play lightly against the warm skin. He pressed little kisses against the scowl until it melted away and McCoy kissed him back with a half sighed, half growled ‘Dammit Jim.’
Still kissing enthusiastically, Jim maneuvered them until he could push McCoy down into the Captain’s chair and straddle him. He broke the kiss in favour of pulling McCoy’s shirt off and raking his eyes hungrily down his torso.
McCoy took this opportunity to grumble “You have remembered to lock the doors, haven’t you?”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Yes yes. I’m not as dumb my pretty face indicates. And I’ve given orders for no disturbances unless there’s an emergency. Can we get on with the hot sex now?”
McCoy rolled his eyes, twice as spectacularly and muttered “Yeah, yeah, I suppose so.”
“Good.” Jim said brightly, promptly fastening his mouth around McCoy’s nipple, causing him to curse under his breath and arch his back. Jim smirked and bit down lightly, rolling the hard bud between his teeth. McCoy hissed in pleasure-pain and dug his nails into his palms.
Jim switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
He kept alternating between each sensitive nub, teasing them with lips and tongue and teeth while he lightly trailed his fingers over McCoy’s tanned, muscular chest and stomach until he was panting and definitely no longer thinking about regulations.
Jim ran his tongue down the centre of McCoy’s chest, briefly dipping into his navel before continuing lower, nuzzling at the impressive bulge in his trousers while stroking up and down his thighs.
Jim slowly unfastened McCoy’s pants and tugged them down, pulling the boots off too. Then he began kissing a slow path up his thighs. When Jim reached his balls and began to lick and suck and rub at them, completely ignoring his aching erection, McCoy lost patience and groaned “Dammit Jim, c’mon. Suck me.” He bucked his hips up a little. “Please.” He added breathlessly, knowing how much Jim loved it when he begged.
Jim chuckled, eyes dancing mischievously while his fingers continued to trace patterns on McCoy’s tingling skin. “Begging will get you nowhere. Yet. I’m going to give you a thorough teasing as payback for last week.”
Jim idly ran a finger up the length of McCoy’s shaft and around the head. McCoy shivered and his breath caught in his throat as Jim licked the drop of pre-come off his finger.
“I’ll lay out the ground rules now. One, you don’t get to touch me. I know how much you love tangling your fingers through my hair when I suck you off, so that should be a challenge.” Jim flicked his tongue out to moisten his lips, feeling McCoy’s eyes follow the movement. “Two, you can make noise, but you can’t give me orders. So, you can swear and say my name all you like, but if I hear anything resembling an instruction, I stop. And three, you only come when I tell you to. Got that?”
Jim didn’t wait for an answer, sucking the tip of McCoy’s cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue.
“Goddammit Jim!” McCoy gasped, his hands instinctively moving towards Jim’s head. He quickly aborted the motion, hands instead clutching at the armrests of the chair.
Chuckling softly, Jim slowly took McCoy deeper until he could feel him at the back of his throat, and swallowed around him. McCoy gave a long, high keen, then groaned “My God, Jim!”
Jim pulled back and said “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
McCoy had to bite his tongue hard to keep from giving in to the smartass retort threatening to escape.
Jim took him back into his mouth, sucking strongly while keeping that sinful tongue fluttering around the head and tracing the underside. Jim brought a hand up to fondle his balls and McCoy’s knuckles were turning white as he struggled to keep himself from bucking his hips up too much.
Jim, without breaking his rhythm, somehow managed to find and uncap the tube of lube one handed, and was soon pressing a slick finger into McCoy. McCoy bit back a cry of more please as Jim brushed his prostate teasingly. Jim added a second finger and began stretching him, making sure to keep pressing against that spot until McCoy was positively mewling with need.
“Jim!” McCoy gasped, desperation clear in his voice. Jim just laughed and deep throated him again. McCoy cried out at the sensation; tight, wet heat and vibrations so fucking delicious it made his toes curl. Once again, he had to a bite back a demand plea for Jim to hurry up and fuck him.
After a little more stretching, Jim pulled away and stood. Making sure McCoy’s attention was completely fixed on him, he slid a hand under his shirt, lifting it so just a little flash of skin was visible. He ran his fingers over that thin strip of skin for a few seconds, before slowly pulling the shirts off.
McCoy groaned softly as he watched Jim’s muscles ripple under that gorgeous creamy skin. Jim dropped the shirts, and then ran one hand down to the front of his pants, palming his erection while the other hand ran over his chest. Jim moaned softly as he pinched a nipple.
“You really are evil.” McCoy said with a mixture of admiration and annoyance as he restrained himself from reaching out to run his hands all over that perfect body.
Jim smirked. “Yep.”
Then he lowered his voice, making it rough and intense. “You look so fucking hot Bones. Lying there, all flushed and panting and desperate.” He continued as he slowly undid his pants. “Because of me. You need me, don’t you baby? Need my cock inside you?”
McCoy whimpered, his cock throbbing just from the tone of Jim’s voice. “Yes.”
Jim shimmied out of pants and boxers. McCoy moaned again at the sight of Jim’s beautiful cock, and at the memory of how good it felt inside him.
Jim leant forward until his mouth was a few millimeters away from McCoy’s ear and murmured “You can beg me now.”
McCoy didn’t think twice. “Please, please Jim. Fuck me. Need you in me. Fuck, need it so bad. God, you’re so good, so fucking huge, need it in me please, please, now, need you now Jim please-!
He could have, and would have continued, but Jim cut him off with a passionate kiss. “Fucking love it when you beg me.” Jim groaned against his neck as he trailed nipping kisses across the smooth column of flesh. “So fucking sexy, that accent... goddamn.”
“Dammit Jim, please!” McCoy growled again, patience completely exhausted.
It took Jim a moment of fiddling with the chair to get it to recline far enough to be comfortable. When he got it to where he wanted it, he smiled seductively and slid his hands up McCoy’s thighs. “Ok, c’mon baby. Spread your legs for me.” McCoy complied, trembling.
Jim lifted one of McCoy’s legs up over his shoulder, and brought the other to wrap around his waist, and then slowly pressed forward until he was completely buried in tight heat. They moaned in unison.
Jim slid one hand to McCoy’s hip and the other to the back of his thigh, holding him still while he set up a hard, fast pace, without pausing for McCoy to adjust. McCoy gave a heartfelt groan at the rough treatment.
“Fuck, Jim!” McCoy moaned. “So good, so fucking good. Please, let me touch you.”
“Since...you asked...so nicely...” Jim groaned from between gritted teeth.
McCoy immediately threaded his fingers through Jim’s damp hair and pulled him down for a kiss. It was too hard and too wet and without finesse, but it was still perfect.
Now that he had permission to touch, McCoy wasn’t going to waste it. He ran his hands all over Jim’s back, down to his ass, squeezing firmly, while also licking and biting and sucking at Jim’s neck. Jim whimpered softly as McCoy growled “Jim” against his bruising throat.
“More. Harder, please.” McCoy moaned, too far gone to care how needy he sounded. Jim obliged, slamming deeper and harder into him, hitting that point of pure pleasure over and over until McCoy was nearly screaming. Jim’s thrusts were beginning to become erratic as he, too neared orgasm.
But he held on, wanting to draw it out, tease McCoy a little longer. McCoy was writhing beneath him, whimpering and gasping, eyelashes fluttering, pupils blown wide, lush, pink lips open in an ‘o’ of pleasure. It was too perfect a sight to let go of just yet.
Instead of taking hold of McCoy’s weeping erection, the way those eyes were clearly begging him, he dropped his mouth down onto a nipple and gave it a sharp nip. McCoy emitted a little sob, which turned into a long whimper when Jim laved over it, soothing it with his tongue.
After a few more seconds of torture, Jim leant up to murmur into McCoy’s ear: “So close, aren’t you?”
“Yes, fuck, Jim please!” came the answering whine.
“You want me to let you come?”
“Please!”
“Ok honey. C’mon. Come for me. Now.”
He wrapped a hand around McCoy’s length; one hard stroke was all it took before he was pushed over the edge, hot liquid striping across his chest and stomach and Jim’s fingers, chanting Jim’s name as ecstasy overwhelmed him.
“Fuck.” Jim ground out. “So fucking sexy when you come. Mine, all mine. God, Bones, yes!” Jim shouted as he spilt himself deep inside McCoy.
At first they kissed and stroked each other softly as they caught their breath, but after a little while they came to the unspoken agreement that they really should clean up and get dressed before anyone found out about this.
McCoy’s back cracked as he stretched and he shot Jim and accusing glare.
“Tryin’ to kill me, huh kid?”
Jim stuck out his tongue.
“Don’t recall you complaining a few minutes ago.”
“That’s because I wasn’t thinking then.”
Jim smirked. “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment.” He slid an arm loosely around McCoy’s waist and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
“Like your unbelievably over inflated ego needs any more stroking.” McCoy said with an affectionate ruffle of Jim’s hair.
“You love me anyway.”
McCoy smiled and pressed his lips against Jim’s in a sweet lingering kiss.