Blind
This was written for the NCC-17 prompt at st_respect but I got way carried away and went over the word limit.
Blind
Author:Jlm121
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, if they were they would be naked alot more.
Author's warning:It's a little tropetastic but I had fun writing it.
"You pays your money and you takes your chances." Leonard McCoy slides the credits into slot, removes his clothes, and wonders what the hell he's doing
Leonard's never been an enthusiastic follower of the James T. Kirk twelve steps to hedonism and happiness but these days he needs something. His officer's bunk is cold, his life is cold, and he's desperately lonely on a ship filled with people. He knows he could take up Jim on one of his casual offers. The sex would probably be incredible but there would be something heart-breakingly sad about the most sensual experience with Jim. Jim's lightening in a bottle and Leonard McCoy isn't the one to capture him. So maybe it's better to be here on Wrigley's pleasure planet waiting for what is supposed to be anonymous experience with some other desperate soul.
The door from the waiting room opens and Leonard steps in. It's too dark for a human to see but he could list a hundred different species that could see easily in this low light. For some reason Vulcan is the first to spring into his mind. He's promised himself he won't turn this stranger into his ultimate fantasy but as his hands slide along silk covered walls, Leonard McCoy pretends that it is Spock waiting for him in this room. As his sense adjust, Leonard is aware that he's not alone. The easy breath of the stranger and the warmth of his body as he approaches. Leonard turns into the wall, his body pressed against the cool silky surface as the weight of the other man's body presses against his back.
"If you wish to stop merely say the word given to you by the attendant." The voice is of the stranger is metallic sounding. Leonard's mind realizes that he must be wearing a voice modulator. For a moment, Leonard doesn't remember the word given to him by the attendant and he just wants to scream stop to end this all.
"I will not harm you." The stranger's hands are large and hot pressed into Leonard's shoulders. "I wish for this to be an enjoyable experience for you. If you cannot remember your word simply say 'yes' and I will summon the attendant." The voice so smooth even with the computer affectation and the words so logical make the stranger immediately Spock in Leonard's mind. With a damning breath, Leonard sighs and shakes his head. It takes another moment for him to gather the ability to speak.
"I don't want to leave."
The stranger makes a pleased hum as he pushes his nose into the nape of Leonard's neck inhaling deep, then there is a touch of tongue and a scrape of teeth. Strong hands slide down Leonard's shoulders and over his arms. Fingers twine with his as the other man raises their arms together placing Leonard's hands against the silk wall. The other being is humanoid, strong, and Leonard tries to turn off the medical section of his mind before it supplies him with too much information.
"What shall I call you?" The voice hot against Leonard's skin asks before there is another flick of tongue and touch of teeth. Leonard's already hard pushing his cock against the silk wall pushed by this stranger's touch and the rush of adrenaline.
Leonard knows a number of Vulcan endearments, like a love lorn girl he's searched through databases. Things he's imagined Spock calling him and things he wants to call Spock but none of them fit this dark silk covered room.
"Whatever you want." The whore's reply and Leonard feels sorrow and loneliness ache through him even with the stranger's hands on him.
"What is your name?" The stranger shouldn't ask, it's not part of the game.
Before Leonard can answer he's pulled back against a strong chest and hands move down his body. One strong hand wraps around his leaking cock. It's a light touch, learning the shape of it and all the places that make Leonard sigh or tense up. The other hand rest just above Leonard McCoy's heart.
"Tell me." The grip on Leonard's cock grows tighter stroking quickly, a clever thumb brushes the head drawing out a long moan from him.
"McCoy." Leonard can't bear to hear his first name from this stranger's lips. Not when he wants this person to be Spock so badly not when the metallic purr of the voice modulator will change how his name sounds.
"Why did you come here tonight, McCoy?" A displeasure almost an anger makes itself obvious in the stranger's mechanically altered voice.
"I needed. . . " The words strangle him as the stranger's hand moves up and down his cock teasing him to the brink of orgasm but then squeezing hard at the base.
Suddenly the world tilts and Leonard feels weightless as the stranger puts him face down on what must be a bed. The surface is silk covered like the walls and Leonard's dizzy with disorientation. The darkness and the silk confuse his senses, the only thing that grounds him is the stranger's touch. The large hot hands map Leonard's back down to his hips. The feel of a mouth hot and impatient as it strokes down Leonard's spine, teeth nipping at vertebrae, and a wet tongue stroking over hot spots of gathered nerves. Leonard grabs the material in his hands wanting to twist and turn in the stranger's embrace but the hands stop him.
"I will give you everything you desire and need." The metallic voice promises and Leonard McCoy wants to believe. He wants to give himself over to the illusion that this man is Spock and that this is a beginning not just some singular event.
Hands part Leonard thighs and he knows he should be doing something to reciprocate this stranger's promise of pleasure but he's helpless under the other man's hands unable to do anything but moan under the stranger's expert touch. The warm tongue slides between Leonard's cheeks swirling against the tight opening. With infinite patience the stranger's tongue teases and darts till Leonard is almost sobbing with pleasure grinding against the silk covering desperate to come but unable to reach it because of the pressure of the stranger's hand on his balls.
Slick and cool lube jar Leonard away from the ragged edge of orgasm. A long finger slides in with ease and curls stroking his prostate. Arching like a cat, Leonard tries to push back but the stranger's other hand hold the middle of his back. The finger withdraws and then becomes two pushing scissoring him open.
"Please." Desperation rattles through Leonard McCoy married tightly to physical need.
The fingers disappear and for a moment, Leonard thinks he's been abandoned that his want has driven the stranger away rather than seduced him. Just as he's about to beg the hands touch him again pulling him back as the stranger pushes into him. It's been a long time since Leonard McCoy's been fucked and the burn is almost too much even eased by preparation and lube.
"Breathe Leonard." The raspy metallic voice of the stranger whispers into McCoy's ear forcing the breath from his lungs. They still against each other until Leonard feels pain replaced with the need for the other man to move.
"Please." He's not begged like this for anything in years. Any higher being that might be Leonard McCoy has been replaced by this desperate wanting thing.
The first thrust is hard and deep pushing him across the silk sheets. He scrambles to hold tight and thrust back. Each thrust feels deeper as if the other man is attempting to crawl inside Leonard but he always pulls back then almost out. The stranger's hand grips Leonard's shoulder using it to force him back. McCoy knows he'll have bruises but he savors the thought wanting to remember this for as long as possible. The stranger shifts and Leonard is pulled with him. In the darkness, he's not sure but he feels the stranger's strong thighs between his legs and forces himself down. The hot skin and furred chest of the stranger rub between Leonard's shoulder blades as the other man delivers sucking biting kisses to the back and side of Leonard's neck. The stranger's other hand begins to milk Leonard's cock with hard pulls. It's all rapidly crashing through his body and Leonard wants to stop it to keep this moment frozen at the brink of orgasm forever but as much as he wants it he can't stop his own physical response.
White light flashes through Leonard's mind as his lungs do triple time. As darkness creeps back into his vision he makes a grabbing motion for the stranger wanting to keep him.
"Spock." The name passes Leonard's lips as he collapses into the bed.
When Leonard wakes the room is still dark but he doesn't call for the lights or the attendant. He lays quietly realizing the other man is still in the room. Leonard can hear the quickness of his breath and feel the heat of his skin though they aren't touching.
"You weren't going to show yourself were you?" Leonard's own voice is husky sounding as if he's swallowed a handful of pebbles. The other man moves closer raising Leonard's head and pressing a glass of water to his lips as if he were a child or an invalid.
"No." The metallic sound. The voice modulator is still on.
"Take it off." A sound as the other man pulls the device from his neck and sits it on a table Leonard still can't see in the darkness of the room.
"Lights 15%" The room goes from absolute darkness to a dusky haze. Leonard shuts his eyes then opens them feeling them adjust after the long period without light.
Spock kneels on the bed with his head down.
"You called me Leonard." McCoy reaches out grabbing Spock's hand bringing it to his mouth kissing the back then each of the fingertips.
"An error." Spock makes a pleased sound as Leonard takes a finger into his mouth.
"A gift." Leonard removes Spock's finger from him mouth and then sits up. "Unless this was just. . ."
"I followed you here because I did not wish for you to engage in this activity with anyone but myself."
Blind
Author:Jlm121
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, if they were they would be naked alot more.
Author's warning:It's a little tropetastic but I had fun writing it.
"You pays your money and you takes your chances." Leonard McCoy slides the credits into slot, removes his clothes, and wonders what the hell he's doing
Leonard's never been an enthusiastic follower of the James T. Kirk twelve steps to hedonism and happiness but these days he needs something. His officer's bunk is cold, his life is cold, and he's desperately lonely on a ship filled with people. He knows he could take up Jim on one of his casual offers. The sex would probably be incredible but there would be something heart-breakingly sad about the most sensual experience with Jim. Jim's lightening in a bottle and Leonard McCoy isn't the one to capture him. So maybe it's better to be here on Wrigley's pleasure planet waiting for what is supposed to be anonymous experience with some other desperate soul.
The door from the waiting room opens and Leonard steps in. It's too dark for a human to see but he could list a hundred different species that could see easily in this low light. For some reason Vulcan is the first to spring into his mind. He's promised himself he won't turn this stranger into his ultimate fantasy but as his hands slide along silk covered walls, Leonard McCoy pretends that it is Spock waiting for him in this room. As his sense adjust, Leonard is aware that he's not alone. The easy breath of the stranger and the warmth of his body as he approaches. Leonard turns into the wall, his body pressed against the cool silky surface as the weight of the other man's body presses against his back.
"If you wish to stop merely say the word given to you by the attendant." The voice is of the stranger is metallic sounding. Leonard's mind realizes that he must be wearing a voice modulator. For a moment, Leonard doesn't remember the word given to him by the attendant and he just wants to scream stop to end this all.
"I will not harm you." The stranger's hands are large and hot pressed into Leonard's shoulders. "I wish for this to be an enjoyable experience for you. If you cannot remember your word simply say 'yes' and I will summon the attendant." The voice so smooth even with the computer affectation and the words so logical make the stranger immediately Spock in Leonard's mind. With a damning breath, Leonard sighs and shakes his head. It takes another moment for him to gather the ability to speak.
"I don't want to leave."
The stranger makes a pleased hum as he pushes his nose into the nape of Leonard's neck inhaling deep, then there is a touch of tongue and a scrape of teeth. Strong hands slide down Leonard's shoulders and over his arms. Fingers twine with his as the other man raises their arms together placing Leonard's hands against the silk wall. The other being is humanoid, strong, and Leonard tries to turn off the medical section of his mind before it supplies him with too much information.
"What shall I call you?" The voice hot against Leonard's skin asks before there is another flick of tongue and touch of teeth. Leonard's already hard pushing his cock against the silk wall pushed by this stranger's touch and the rush of adrenaline.
Leonard knows a number of Vulcan endearments, like a love lorn girl he's searched through databases. Things he's imagined Spock calling him and things he wants to call Spock but none of them fit this dark silk covered room.
"Whatever you want." The whore's reply and Leonard feels sorrow and loneliness ache through him even with the stranger's hands on him.
"What is your name?" The stranger shouldn't ask, it's not part of the game.
Before Leonard can answer he's pulled back against a strong chest and hands move down his body. One strong hand wraps around his leaking cock. It's a light touch, learning the shape of it and all the places that make Leonard sigh or tense up. The other hand rest just above Leonard McCoy's heart.
"Tell me." The grip on Leonard's cock grows tighter stroking quickly, a clever thumb brushes the head drawing out a long moan from him.
"McCoy." Leonard can't bear to hear his first name from this stranger's lips. Not when he wants this person to be Spock so badly not when the metallic purr of the voice modulator will change how his name sounds.
"Why did you come here tonight, McCoy?" A displeasure almost an anger makes itself obvious in the stranger's mechanically altered voice.
"I needed. . . " The words strangle him as the stranger's hand moves up and down his cock teasing him to the brink of orgasm but then squeezing hard at the base.
Suddenly the world tilts and Leonard feels weightless as the stranger puts him face down on what must be a bed. The surface is silk covered like the walls and Leonard's dizzy with disorientation. The darkness and the silk confuse his senses, the only thing that grounds him is the stranger's touch. The large hot hands map Leonard's back down to his hips. The feel of a mouth hot and impatient as it strokes down Leonard's spine, teeth nipping at vertebrae, and a wet tongue stroking over hot spots of gathered nerves. Leonard grabs the material in his hands wanting to twist and turn in the stranger's embrace but the hands stop him.
"I will give you everything you desire and need." The metallic voice promises and Leonard McCoy wants to believe. He wants to give himself over to the illusion that this man is Spock and that this is a beginning not just some singular event.
Hands part Leonard thighs and he knows he should be doing something to reciprocate this stranger's promise of pleasure but he's helpless under the other man's hands unable to do anything but moan under the stranger's expert touch. The warm tongue slides between Leonard's cheeks swirling against the tight opening. With infinite patience the stranger's tongue teases and darts till Leonard is almost sobbing with pleasure grinding against the silk covering desperate to come but unable to reach it because of the pressure of the stranger's hand on his balls.
Slick and cool lube jar Leonard away from the ragged edge of orgasm. A long finger slides in with ease and curls stroking his prostate. Arching like a cat, Leonard tries to push back but the stranger's other hand hold the middle of his back. The finger withdraws and then becomes two pushing scissoring him open.
"Please." Desperation rattles through Leonard McCoy married tightly to physical need.
The fingers disappear and for a moment, Leonard thinks he's been abandoned that his want has driven the stranger away rather than seduced him. Just as he's about to beg the hands touch him again pulling him back as the stranger pushes into him. It's been a long time since Leonard McCoy's been fucked and the burn is almost too much even eased by preparation and lube.
"Breathe Leonard." The raspy metallic voice of the stranger whispers into McCoy's ear forcing the breath from his lungs. They still against each other until Leonard feels pain replaced with the need for the other man to move.
"Please." He's not begged like this for anything in years. Any higher being that might be Leonard McCoy has been replaced by this desperate wanting thing.
The first thrust is hard and deep pushing him across the silk sheets. He scrambles to hold tight and thrust back. Each thrust feels deeper as if the other man is attempting to crawl inside Leonard but he always pulls back then almost out. The stranger's hand grips Leonard's shoulder using it to force him back. McCoy knows he'll have bruises but he savors the thought wanting to remember this for as long as possible. The stranger shifts and Leonard is pulled with him. In the darkness, he's not sure but he feels the stranger's strong thighs between his legs and forces himself down. The hot skin and furred chest of the stranger rub between Leonard's shoulder blades as the other man delivers sucking biting kisses to the back and side of Leonard's neck. The stranger's other hand begins to milk Leonard's cock with hard pulls. It's all rapidly crashing through his body and Leonard wants to stop it to keep this moment frozen at the brink of orgasm forever but as much as he wants it he can't stop his own physical response.
White light flashes through Leonard's mind as his lungs do triple time. As darkness creeps back into his vision he makes a grabbing motion for the stranger wanting to keep him.
"Spock." The name passes Leonard's lips as he collapses into the bed.
When Leonard wakes the room is still dark but he doesn't call for the lights or the attendant. He lays quietly realizing the other man is still in the room. Leonard can hear the quickness of his breath and feel the heat of his skin though they aren't touching.
"You weren't going to show yourself were you?" Leonard's own voice is husky sounding as if he's swallowed a handful of pebbles. The other man moves closer raising Leonard's head and pressing a glass of water to his lips as if he were a child or an invalid.
"No." The metallic sound. The voice modulator is still on.
"Take it off." A sound as the other man pulls the device from his neck and sits it on a table Leonard still can't see in the darkness of the room.
"Lights 15%" The room goes from absolute darkness to a dusky haze. Leonard shuts his eyes then opens them feeling them adjust after the long period without light.
Spock kneels on the bed with his head down.
"You called me Leonard." McCoy reaches out grabbing Spock's hand bringing it to his mouth kissing the back then each of the fingertips.
"An error." Spock makes a pleased sound as Leonard takes a finger into his mouth.
"A gift." Leonard removes Spock's finger from him mouth and then sits up. "Unless this was just. . ."
"I followed you here because I did not wish for you to engage in this activity with anyone but myself."