[Hirat-kur Theater - opening night: open]

[rn_chapel]

The novelty of an all-Vulcan production of one of Shakespeare's extravagantly emotional plays was a big draw, and there was quite a crowd on Romeo and Juliet's opening night. People chatted and mingled in the plaza outside the Hirat-kur Theater, the lustrous fabrics of formal-wear bright against the crimson walls that gave the building its name.

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Jim/Bones

[dctr_mccoy]

It had been a rough couple of days but Jim was back, and they'd talked, and they'd yelled and they'd gotten through it, like they always did, and always would. And now it was time to get back to their lives, their obligations. Back to being themselves.

Bones returned from his afternoon appointments to find a set of Vulcan-styled formal robes laid out on the bed. A rich, dark green, the fabric almost velvety in its sheen. His mouth quirked even as he tried to produced a resigned sort of noise. Jim.

On the other hand, it was good to see that they were returning to themselves. That Jim felt good enough to want to go out and have some fun tonight.

There was a ticket and a note. Be here at 1800. JTK , an address written on the bottom of the page.

And so here Bones was, dressed up like a peacock, sweating in this ridiculous get-up and sipping on a cold, fermented ale that was as close to beer as they got on this oven of a planet.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones gripped the sides of the chair when Jim's mouth took him in. The slow breath he exhaled was audible, had to be heard at least by a sharp-eared Vulcan in a neighboring box yet Bones couldn't find it in him to stop Jim. If anything, he wanted this, wanted Jim to be on his knees like this, claiming him in some public fashion, in front of a room of their peers. Fuck, it was hot and dirty and his head was a buzz with Jim.

It wouldn't take long, not at the rate Jim was going down on him. Fucking hell, all Bones could think about right now was having to be quiet, and shit if that wasn't going to be impossible for him.

[cso_spock]

Spock wished they would finish up whatever it was they were doing down there, so that he would get to cease his paltry effort to remain unaffected. An onlooker might have thought he had a fever, from the heat of his cheeks and the lack of focus in his eyes. But then, he began to wonder, what if they did finish up, would he be affected as well--?

"Sa-kai." He pushed himself to his feet, not without some aid from Sybok at his arm. "Please excuse me."

"If Father asks?"

"Lie." He began towards the back of the box, the doors sweeping open. "It is your one true talent."

[kirktastic]

Jim bobbed his head hidden beneath the robes, sucking hard. One hand was keeping him upright, but the other left red lines down the outside of Bones' thigh. He could feel it, Bones drawing up, the tightness in his body yessss...

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was there, almost at the edge and all he could think was keeping his face still and not making anymore fucking noise than he already was when-

Fuck. Fuck! The curtains were coming down on the stage, intermission fuck it all and as the lights slowly came up, Bones reached down and grabbed Jim's hair. "Wait"- he panted, his voice betraying the ragged need inside him. "Lights."

It was all he could manage to say.

[kirktastic]

Fuck! Jim mirrored Bones' thought and quickly slipped out and back up into his seat, eyes and cheeks bright and flushed. He looked over to Bones, that expression on his face, and groaned quietly. Fucking. Gorgeous.

He leaned in and whispered, "come on. Let's finish this."

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was already on his feet. Making sure he had tucked himself back in, he headed toward the door, holding Jim's wrist, fuck whatever the Vulcans thought. They needed a place, a closet, some room, some place where they could be alone for ten fucking minutes. As hot and bothered as he was, that's about as long as he needed with Jim, who was giving him that predator look that was hotter than hell, even better with the slightly smeared eyeliner on his face. Fuck.

Instead of going down to the more populated lobby, Bones headed up another flight of stairs, groaning in relief when he spotted a utility closet. He hoped like hell no one needed in here in the next few minutes as he closed the door behind Jim and pressed him up against it, hard.

[kirktastic]

Jim grunted as his back hit the closet door hard, his fingers scrambling at Bones' robes and shoving back down his pants. He bit at Bones' lower lip, breathing hard. He didn't even fully know what he wanted, just wanted to hear Bones get the fuck off right now right here in his mouth in his hand he didn't care how. Every part of him was burning with it, how fucking wrong it was and how damn right.

[cso_spock]

The precise location where Spock had found himself in the building was...not in any way at the forefront of Spock's mind. All he knew was that it was quiet, dark, and cool, nevermind the shelves with bottles around him. A nice vintage certainly--but oh, their break had ended.

Spock shuddered and slumped against the wall, tugging at the trousers under the folds of his robe.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones' hands were on Jim's head, kissing him, his tongue deep inside Jim's hot mouth where his aching cock had been only a few minutes before, and would be again soon.

Pushing Jim down to his knees, Bones pulled his pants down enough to give Jim lots of room. Leaning back against the door, he sighed, widening his stance as he watched his cock slip between Jim's full lips. Now he could make some fucking noise, and he did, groaning loud in satisfaction.

[kirktastic]

Jim didn't bother wasting time here, even if it was a little more private. Someone could still be looking for them, considering people did know he was here, and they had only the intermission to do this. He let Bones fuck his mouth, reaching down between his own thighs, shoving material out of the way, and stroking himself.

Just getting to hear Bones groan like that was worth the possibility of getting caught. Definitely what was making this a lot more interesting of a night.

[dctr_mccoy]

It wasn't gonna take long, not the way Jim was going at it. So good, the way Jim sucked him off, knew each spot, each vein, where to apply pressure and how wet to make his mouth - everything that Bones loved, needed. Fuck, he'd been urgent before but now Bones was fucking driven, dropping his hands to hold Jim's head steady with both hands. He bent his knees and pumped, fucking Jim's mouth, a steady feeling his cock hitting the back of Jim's throat.

He wanted to pull out, grab his cock and come all over Jim's pretty face, mark him then lick himself off, but fuck - they were here at this damned theatre and they had to hurry. Ideas like that were for another time when they could linger over each other's bodies. Still, the picture in his head was enough to send push Bones over the edge, and he thrust twice more, his lip quivering as he groaned, coming hard inside Jim's mouth.

[kirktastic]

It took a steady reflex to keep from gagging, but it was something Jim knew how to do. He closed his eyes and eagerly took Bones in, sucking in breaths through his nose when he could. It took barely any time at all before he felt Bones press in deep, his lips pressed in against wiry hair, and swallowed quickly as Bones came down the back of his throat.

He kept his fingers wrapped tightly around his own cock, too focused on the one in his mouth to do anything more than squeeze. He only moved his head when Bones moved again, lapping over the wet flesh before he sat back on his heels and watched Bones sag bonelessly against the door. A full body shudder went through him at the sight.

[dctr_mccoy]

It wasn't the most comfortable place to fall, but fuck, for a few moments he was too fucked out to care. Cracking an eye at Jim, Bones chuckled weakly. "...Wow." This was one he was gonna remember.

But they weren't done. Seeing Jim fisting his cock, Bones leaned forward and moving closer to him. He nudged Jim's hand out of the way with his head and wrapped his lips around the head of Jim's cock, groaning.

[kirktastic]

It was an awkward position, but Jim didn't give a damn as Bones wrapped heat around him. Jim arched up, scrambling to get his body into a position he wasn't about to fall over. It ended with him mostly on his back and Bones kneeling between his thighs which were spread open wide. He bucked upwards, eyes squeezing shut.

In the end, it didn't take long at all. Too excited from their dirty deeds in the theater box and his own hand, having Bones sucking on him, taking him in undid him completely. He gasped out a sound as he came, back arching off the floor, nails scraping against the floor.

He sagged back again, laying there on the floor of a closet, eyes closed, and half-grinning like an idiot. Sometimes, life was good.

[cso_spock]

It shot through him in blinding bursts from both of them, two successive orgasms that had him biting into his lip to keep from crying out into the darkness. The first one, he was on his knees, all the folds of his robe unwraveled to lay in a pool around him so that he only wore his undershirt and the trousers. His head leaned back against the wall and his hand fisted his cock and Leonard--!. Felt rich, familiar, amazing, all the primal heat of the man he admired (and still wanted, especially here and now on his cock, tight with the flushed skin of his hips under his fingertips). Spock's body arched, white stained his undershirt, and then he sagged back to sit on his heels, mind abuzz with the pleasant relief of intimacy. The bond, for once, did not call for him to be near them--at least, in a quieter tone