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d8rkmessngrWhat does it say about me as I went shopping with coupons in my back pocket and poking the zucchini in Walmart that all I could think about today was smut? LOL. Life never stops, but it at least gave me 15 minutes to do this. Again, read warnings.
Title: Moments #4
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What are the boys doing right now.
Warning: Not betaed
There was a lingering taste of coffee in Bones' mouth as a rough tongue slipped between Jim's lips and ran across his teeth as if it was counting each molar. Jim angled his head a bit, his mouth parted wider to let Bones in, also to groan into the taste of warm coffee as Bones snaked a hand around to stroke his ass.
Coffee, no sugar, two shots of espresso, Jim thought fuzzily even as he pressed his forehead into Bones' shoulder. He did not whimper when Bones rubbed his slicked thumb into his muscled opening and fuck, it throbbed when Bones' thumb nudged in, just enough so Jim could feel the sharp hint of a nail exploring, working him open.
"Bones," Jim groaned. He adjusted his position. Jim thought he had the advantage: Bones napping on his bed because Jim's "Ten more minutes, Bones" became an hour). Jim had straddled Bones, smirking as he woke up with an "Oof" but somehow, the body between his spread knees now felt like it was the only thing holding him up. Maybe that was what it always had been.
The thumb was gone, but now Bones' hands cupped his rear, fingers kneading as they spread Jim open as if knowing all of Jim's fears and secrets weren't enough.
Jim arched, his shoulders pulled back as he ground his straining erection over Bones' leaking cock. Bones was frustrating him, his hips still, his body deceptively lax as he lay supine on Jim's bed. Jim put his full weight into sliding his cock against Bones and was rewarded with a quickening of breath. But that was it. Bones looked more like he was sunbathing in his fucking quarters.
Long blunt fingers curled into muscle and Jim bowed his head, moaning as Bones once more teased his opening with a thumb.
"Come on," Jim gritted out. Two fingers wiggled in and--oh fuck--grazed over his prostate but retreated before Jim could cum. His body quivered. He needed to lock his knees. Shit, his eyes burned with need when Bones did it again, removing those fingers just as fast. Fleeting bolts of heat that thrummed under his skin but not enough. no, not enough.
"Dammit," Jim seethed. He crawled up Bones' body, just a few inches and lined himself up. He smashed his mouth over Bones' before he seated himself just over the cock bobbing under him. Jim squeezed his eyes shut as he sank over Bones' erection and he would have felt smug over Bones' choked and wordless response. But Jim was distracted, breathing through his nose as the cock finally popped inside him. It was hot, impossibly hard; it stretched, filled, owned him. Jim shook as he lowered himself, but--god damn it, Bones--gripped him by the hips, stalling his descent.
Jim must have swore at Bones because he chuckled and murmured in a thick, rolling voice, "Slowly, Jim. Slowly."
Jim didn't go slow.
The first slam down nearly jolted them both off his bed. The second slam vibrated up his spine, liquefied his bones. Jim threw his head back and Bones croaked, "Christ" but other than that, Bones lay still. His eyes were darker than a storm swollen sky, tracking Jim as he rode Bones' cock, restrained from fully seating himself by Bones' hand clawing his thigh to keep Jim from going into a frenzy.
Bones' hands swept up and down as much of Jim's sides he could reach. He murmured, his voice deep and gravelly and rough as if he had been shouting. The words were unclear. Jim's ass burned, his untouched cock ached; it came as a surprise when Jim came, his cum splashing all over Bones' chest. And when Bones' hands caught him when Jim sagged, his lips brushed across his damp eyes, Jim pretty much forgave him.
Jim dimly felt Bones smooth his hands over his sweaty back before tucking them under his chin to tilt his face up.
There was a glint in Bones' eyes and a smirk in his lips when Jim raised his eyes.
"This," Bones drawled, "is what you get for keeping me waiting."
"Fuck you," Jim managed out but he took Bones' hard kiss gladly, Bones' laughter rumbling underneath him.
Title: Moments #4
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What are the boys doing right now.
Warning: Not betaed
There was a lingering taste of coffee in Bones' mouth as a rough tongue slipped between Jim's lips and ran across his teeth as if it was counting each molar. Jim angled his head a bit, his mouth parted wider to let Bones in, also to groan into the taste of warm coffee as Bones snaked a hand around to stroke his ass.
Coffee, no sugar, two shots of espresso, Jim thought fuzzily even as he pressed his forehead into Bones' shoulder. He did not whimper when Bones rubbed his slicked thumb into his muscled opening and fuck, it throbbed when Bones' thumb nudged in, just enough so Jim could feel the sharp hint of a nail exploring, working him open.
"Bones," Jim groaned. He adjusted his position. Jim thought he had the advantage: Bones napping on his bed because Jim's "Ten more minutes, Bones" became an hour). Jim had straddled Bones, smirking as he woke up with an "Oof" but somehow, the body between his spread knees now felt like it was the only thing holding him up. Maybe that was what it always had been.
The thumb was gone, but now Bones' hands cupped his rear, fingers kneading as they spread Jim open as if knowing all of Jim's fears and secrets weren't enough.
Jim arched, his shoulders pulled back as he ground his straining erection over Bones' leaking cock. Bones was frustrating him, his hips still, his body deceptively lax as he lay supine on Jim's bed. Jim put his full weight into sliding his cock against Bones and was rewarded with a quickening of breath. But that was it. Bones looked more like he was sunbathing in his fucking quarters.
Long blunt fingers curled into muscle and Jim bowed his head, moaning as Bones once more teased his opening with a thumb.
"Come on," Jim gritted out. Two fingers wiggled in and--oh fuck--grazed over his prostate but retreated before Jim could cum. His body quivered. He needed to lock his knees. Shit, his eyes burned with need when Bones did it again, removing those fingers just as fast. Fleeting bolts of heat that thrummed under his skin but not enough. no, not enough.
"Dammit," Jim seethed. He crawled up Bones' body, just a few inches and lined himself up. He smashed his mouth over Bones' before he seated himself just over the cock bobbing under him. Jim squeezed his eyes shut as he sank over Bones' erection and he would have felt smug over Bones' choked and wordless response. But Jim was distracted, breathing through his nose as the cock finally popped inside him. It was hot, impossibly hard; it stretched, filled, owned him. Jim shook as he lowered himself, but--god damn it, Bones--gripped him by the hips, stalling his descent.
Jim must have swore at Bones because he chuckled and murmured in a thick, rolling voice, "Slowly, Jim. Slowly."
Jim didn't go slow.
The first slam down nearly jolted them both off his bed. The second slam vibrated up his spine, liquefied his bones. Jim threw his head back and Bones croaked, "Christ" but other than that, Bones lay still. His eyes were darker than a storm swollen sky, tracking Jim as he rode Bones' cock, restrained from fully seating himself by Bones' hand clawing his thigh to keep Jim from going into a frenzy.
Bones' hands swept up and down as much of Jim's sides he could reach. He murmured, his voice deep and gravelly and rough as if he had been shouting. The words were unclear. Jim's ass burned, his untouched cock ached; it came as a surprise when Jim came, his cum splashing all over Bones' chest. And when Bones' hands caught him when Jim sagged, his lips brushed across his damp eyes, Jim pretty much forgave him.
Jim dimly felt Bones smooth his hands over his sweaty back before tucking them under his chin to tilt his face up.
There was a glint in Bones' eyes and a smirk in his lips when Jim raised his eyes.
"This," Bones drawled, "is what you get for keeping me waiting."
"Fuck you," Jim managed out but he took Bones' hard kiss gladly, Bones' laughter rumbling underneath him.
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Date: 2010-06-01 01:03 am (UTC)As if on cue, his mobile rang.
It was Ianto.
"Hi. Um, I was wondering if you were busy at the moment?" Ianto's voice was deep and husky.
"Nope, just some reading." Jack snickered as he heard the need in Ianto's voice.
"Oh, um, well I was reading too and wondering if you wanted to come over."
"Ten minutes. I'll be there in ten."
"That ten minutes better not turn into a hour..."