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Title: Moments #3
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What are boys doing right now.
Warning: Not betaed
They shouldn't fit.
Yet they did.
That's what Jim thought even as he arched his back, his shoulders pressed down on his narrow couch. He breathed thin wisps between his teeth as he felt the cock inch deeper into his body hot, thick and throbbing with life and possession. Fire laced his opening but Jim needed to feel his ass burning with redemption and his hands curled over broad shoulders in wordless command.
"Sh, sh, sh, sh," Bones murmured when Jim's hips jerked up to meet the stretch filling him inside so completely, the initial burn was nothing compared to the thought of how close Jim was to losing it.
"Jim." Bones' voice was brittle, no longer as rough and hoarse as when he was crouching flat into a shallow ditch with his patient, pinned under Klingon fire. His face was unblemished now, clean of the dirt and thin cuts he got when that bastard Klingon shoved his face into the ground, disruptor pressed bruising deep to the back of Bones' neck.
"Jim, slow down, dammit." The lips caressing his jaw, his throat, the knee closest to his chin belied his tone. Warm hands splayed on his pelvis as if to hold himself back.
Jim made a sound deep in his throat; a sound he would only permit in his quarters, only in front of this man.
"Sh, sh, sh, sh," Bones said again. His erection stilled its journey halfway as if the sour 'what ifs' choking Jim deep in the throat could be felt just as deep within his body.
"Come on," Jim breathed as he tensed his knees against Bones' sides, the blue uniform oddly coarse against his inner thighs as he hooked his ankles behind the muscled back and pulled in.
There was a groaned "Jim" when Bones suddenly found himself buried to the root in Jim, his full weight pulled over and bending Jim nearly in half. Bones' arms trembled with the effort of holding his body up so he wouldn't crush Jim completely. His concentration though, left him unable to resist the pull of Jim's body clenching greedily around his cock, unable to stop himself from snapping his hips forward, hard enough that Jim found himself sliding up and down the hard cock despite the fact he was flat on his back on the couch.
Bones cupped the back of his neck as Jim was scraped up and down the couch and Jim nearly snarled. Four men dead, Bones was seconds from being the fifth and he was fucking worried Jim would get rug burn from a piece of furniture up in his nice, safe quarters?
"Jim. Don't make me hurt you," Bones groaned even as his hips piston deeper into Jim's body. "We haven't...You should have let me prepped you more--"
"No," Jim snapped as he tugged Bones closer, felt that blue uniform damp with sweat rubbing against his bare chest. He could feel Bones' trousers bunched up around his knees and grinding against Jim's lower back and for a brief moment, Jim thought it would only be fair if the material flayed his skin.
Fire traveled deeper into the spot Bones somehow could always reach and Jim curled as much as he could into Bones, into the pounding Bones was lost in because of Jim's goading. Perhaps Bones could taste his own 'what ifs' in his mouth because if Scotty hadn't pulled a fucking miracle out of his ass, Bones wouldn't have been beamed aboard and Jim would have reached a dead body, smoking headless because Jim had been too faraway, too slow, not strong enough.
More, more, Jim's head screamed. There needed to be more. Because no one accused him of failure. Starfleet congratulated him for only having four dead and number almost-five wasn't doing enough to--Jim wasn't sure.
"Bones," Jim whispered into Bones' hair as his hips met each slam with equal force. Jim wasn't sure if it was a plea, confirmation, confession, what. Jim closed his eyes, rode each thrust until he felt Bones grab one of his hands, forced it open and slapped it over his own heart.
It was to the beat of life Jim came, violently, to the point he came to surprised it was cum not blood on Bones' uniform. The dampness he feels as Bones slipped out was the only indication Bones had come just as hard.
A damp forehead touched his. Bones brushed his lips over Jim's mouth and for some reason, under his eyes.
"I'm right here," Bones panted. "You don't need me to...Jim...I'm right here."
Jim nodded. He curled his arms around Bones' neck, kissed the spot where the disruptor was jabbed against and pulled Bones to lie on top of him. Jim could hear Bones grumbling, knew Bones would want to check to be sure he was all right but for now, he let Jim have this.
"I know," Jim murmured. He kept his hand over Bones' heart. Bones simply let him.
Title: Moments #3
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What are boys doing right now.
Warning: Not betaed
They shouldn't fit.
Yet they did.
That's what Jim thought even as he arched his back, his shoulders pressed down on his narrow couch. He breathed thin wisps between his teeth as he felt the cock inch deeper into his body hot, thick and throbbing with life and possession. Fire laced his opening but Jim needed to feel his ass burning with redemption and his hands curled over broad shoulders in wordless command.
"Sh, sh, sh, sh," Bones murmured when Jim's hips jerked up to meet the stretch filling him inside so completely, the initial burn was nothing compared to the thought of how close Jim was to losing it.
"Jim." Bones' voice was brittle, no longer as rough and hoarse as when he was crouching flat into a shallow ditch with his patient, pinned under Klingon fire. His face was unblemished now, clean of the dirt and thin cuts he got when that bastard Klingon shoved his face into the ground, disruptor pressed bruising deep to the back of Bones' neck.
"Jim, slow down, dammit." The lips caressing his jaw, his throat, the knee closest to his chin belied his tone. Warm hands splayed on his pelvis as if to hold himself back.
Jim made a sound deep in his throat; a sound he would only permit in his quarters, only in front of this man.
"Sh, sh, sh, sh," Bones said again. His erection stilled its journey halfway as if the sour 'what ifs' choking Jim deep in the throat could be felt just as deep within his body.
"Come on," Jim breathed as he tensed his knees against Bones' sides, the blue uniform oddly coarse against his inner thighs as he hooked his ankles behind the muscled back and pulled in.
There was a groaned "Jim" when Bones suddenly found himself buried to the root in Jim, his full weight pulled over and bending Jim nearly in half. Bones' arms trembled with the effort of holding his body up so he wouldn't crush Jim completely. His concentration though, left him unable to resist the pull of Jim's body clenching greedily around his cock, unable to stop himself from snapping his hips forward, hard enough that Jim found himself sliding up and down the hard cock despite the fact he was flat on his back on the couch.
Bones cupped the back of his neck as Jim was scraped up and down the couch and Jim nearly snarled. Four men dead, Bones was seconds from being the fifth and he was fucking worried Jim would get rug burn from a piece of furniture up in his nice, safe quarters?
"Jim. Don't make me hurt you," Bones groaned even as his hips piston deeper into Jim's body. "We haven't...You should have let me prepped you more--"
"No," Jim snapped as he tugged Bones closer, felt that blue uniform damp with sweat rubbing against his bare chest. He could feel Bones' trousers bunched up around his knees and grinding against Jim's lower back and for a brief moment, Jim thought it would only be fair if the material flayed his skin.
Fire traveled deeper into the spot Bones somehow could always reach and Jim curled as much as he could into Bones, into the pounding Bones was lost in because of Jim's goading. Perhaps Bones could taste his own 'what ifs' in his mouth because if Scotty hadn't pulled a fucking miracle out of his ass, Bones wouldn't have been beamed aboard and Jim would have reached a dead body, smoking headless because Jim had been too faraway, too slow, not strong enough.
More, more, Jim's head screamed. There needed to be more. Because no one accused him of failure. Starfleet congratulated him for only having four dead and number almost-five wasn't doing enough to--Jim wasn't sure.
"Bones," Jim whispered into Bones' hair as his hips met each slam with equal force. Jim wasn't sure if it was a plea, confirmation, confession, what. Jim closed his eyes, rode each thrust until he felt Bones grab one of his hands, forced it open and slapped it over his own heart.
It was to the beat of life Jim came, violently, to the point he came to surprised it was cum not blood on Bones' uniform. The dampness he feels as Bones slipped out was the only indication Bones had come just as hard.
A damp forehead touched his. Bones brushed his lips over Jim's mouth and for some reason, under his eyes.
"I'm right here," Bones panted. "You don't need me to...Jim...I'm right here."
Jim nodded. He curled his arms around Bones' neck, kissed the spot where the disruptor was jabbed against and pulled Bones to lie on top of him. Jim could hear Bones grumbling, knew Bones would want to check to be sure he was all right but for now, he let Jim have this.
"I know," Jim murmured. He kept his hand over Bones' heart. Bones simply let him.