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title. Later
rating. R/NC-17
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. Scrubs are apparently a kink for Jim Kirk.
notes. Written for this prompt atst_xi_kink.
They're on Enterprise all of two months before an away mission gets fucked up and Jim's rushed to Medical over the shoulder of his First Officer. Bleeding but still trying to tell them all that he's fine (which comes out as nothing more than an unintelligible gurgle), Jim is taken directly into the surgical suite, do not pass go and do not collect two hundred dollars. (He apparently says that last bit outloud and later, he blames the drugs he'd not yet been given.)
Chapel starts giving him hypo after hypo of painkillers, antibiotics, and blood-cell stimulators. She's nearly done too, just needing to prepare the anesthetic to knock Jim out with, when Bones comes barreling into the room.
Dressed in his surgical scrubs, McCoy looks pissed as hell and if Jim weren't delirious from blood loss, he'd probably start yelling so his face is pinched in an attempt to, you know, not. Instead, he pushes his hand into Jim's and squeezes for a moment before taking the sedative from his nurse; he leans close to Jim's head, saying, "You're going to live, you fucking moron."
Jim answers with, "Will you fuck me later wearing that outfit?"
Bones makes a face, pushing the hypo to his lover/Captain/patient's neck. "Your goddamn kinks continue to horrify me."
"You know you love me," Jim retorts as he falls into unconsciousness, but he'll remember the conversation later, when he's laying in Recovery and give Bones enough hell that they'll spend a night (the first night he's cleared for duty) rutting like dogs in heat in Jim's quarters.
They'll lay in their bed, Jim stripped down to nothing, pristine, new skin where he'd once been split open staring up at Bones, who'll be wearing his blue scrubs. The shirt on, buttoned properly, while his pants are slung low on his hips, enough to let him pull his cock free of the confines and brush the tip over his lover's hole.
McCoy will mutter insults at him, calling him things like, "Reckless jackass, you think I wouldn't fucking miss you if you goddamn died?" and "Self-sacrificing bastard - I should let you bleed out one of these days," when he pushes into Jim. He'll thrust and groan, while Jim writhes under him, gasping out promises he won't keep. He's the Captain of a Federation Starship: he'll always put himself in danger because otherwise it's his crew that will suffer and that he cannot allow. But he'll tell that to Bones anyway, especially when Jim fists his hands in the clean, skin-warmed scrub top and knows without words that Bones loves him.
Yeah, definitely loves him or he wouldn't (later) dress himself in the outfit he considers an honor to wear and fuck Jim in their bed, their living space, and over the bathroom sink. It will make him smile in the middle of a particularly pleasant thrust of Bones' hips.
But that's later; right now, Jim's smirking even unconscious. Bones doesn't roll his eyes in response, not with a laser scalpel in his hand, but he does know his lover is going to dream of the sex they'll inevitably have (though Bones tries desperately to not think about how he'll no doubt be dressed in Jim's fantasy) and warns Chapel appropriately.
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox.
title. Hanes
rating. NC-17
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. And white briefs are too.
notes. Written for this prompt atst_xi_kink.
Bones insisted on wearing briefs, not the regulation grays they'd all been issued along side their uniforms and marching orders, oh no. No, he liked white cotton tighty whities with a stretchy white band that peeked over the waist of his trousers like Kilroy when he stretched and yanked his blue tunic top over his head at night.
And damnit, Jim had fucking tried to resist how much of a ridiculous turn on it was. Seriously - white underwear? That should not have been arousing, yet it really, really was.
"You and your fucking kinks," Bones declared in a groan, leaning back against the bulkhead across from their bed with one foot up on Jim's shoulder as he knelt in front of him.
He'd returned to quarters at the end of his shift and begun to disrobe when Jim had growled at him, threw him against the wall and yanked his pants down. The younger man had whined something unintelligible, then pressed his wet mouth to the covered bulge of his cock. Warm and pliant, Bones had whimpered after several minutes under Jim's talented tongue, head falling back against the hard surface at his back with a thunk.
The cotton was soaked with saliva by the time Jim decided to pull one leg opening to the side, exposing his long cock to cool air. Damp from Jim's mouth already, he moaned when his lover's agile tongue drew a long lick up his cock.
"Fuck," he gasped.
It felt dirty, illicit, to be pressed against the bulkhead between their bedroom and Spock's and blown by his Captain while still wearing his goddamned briefs, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was just... overwhelming and he grunted as he finally came in spurts down Jim's throat, fingers wound in sandy blond hair.
title. Later
rating. R/NC-17
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. Scrubs are apparently a kink for Jim Kirk.
notes. Written for this prompt at
st_xi_kink.They're on Enterprise all of two months before an away mission gets fucked up and Jim's rushed to Medical over the shoulder of his First Officer. Bleeding but still trying to tell them all that he's fine (which comes out as nothing more than an unintelligible gurgle), Jim is taken directly into the surgical suite, do not pass go and do not collect two hundred dollars. (He apparently says that last bit outloud and later, he blames the drugs he'd not yet been given.)
Chapel starts giving him hypo after hypo of painkillers, antibiotics, and blood-cell stimulators. She's nearly done too, just needing to prepare the anesthetic to knock Jim out with, when Bones comes barreling into the room.
Dressed in his surgical scrubs, McCoy looks pissed as hell and if Jim weren't delirious from blood loss, he'd probably start yelling so his face is pinched in an attempt to, you know, not. Instead, he pushes his hand into Jim's and squeezes for a moment before taking the sedative from his nurse; he leans close to Jim's head, saying, "You're going to live, you fucking moron."
Jim answers with, "Will you fuck me later wearing that outfit?"
Bones makes a face, pushing the hypo to his lover/Captain/patient's neck. "Your goddamn kinks continue to horrify me."
"You know you love me," Jim retorts as he falls into unconsciousness, but he'll remember the conversation later, when he's laying in Recovery and give Bones enough hell that they'll spend a night (the first night he's cleared for duty) rutting like dogs in heat in Jim's quarters.
They'll lay in their bed, Jim stripped down to nothing, pristine, new skin where he'd once been split open staring up at Bones, who'll be wearing his blue scrubs. The shirt on, buttoned properly, while his pants are slung low on his hips, enough to let him pull his cock free of the confines and brush the tip over his lover's hole.
McCoy will mutter insults at him, calling him things like, "Reckless jackass, you think I wouldn't fucking miss you if you goddamn died?" and "Self-sacrificing bastard - I should let you bleed out one of these days," when he pushes into Jim. He'll thrust and groan, while Jim writhes under him, gasping out promises he won't keep. He's the Captain of a Federation Starship: he'll always put himself in danger because otherwise it's his crew that will suffer and that he cannot allow. But he'll tell that to Bones anyway, especially when Jim fists his hands in the clean, skin-warmed scrub top and knows without words that Bones loves him.
Yeah, definitely loves him or he wouldn't (later) dress himself in the outfit he considers an honor to wear and fuck Jim in their bed, their living space, and over the bathroom sink. It will make him smile in the middle of a particularly pleasant thrust of Bones' hips.
But that's later; right now, Jim's smirking even unconscious. Bones doesn't roll his eyes in response, not with a laser scalpel in his hand, but he does know his lover is going to dream of the sex they'll inevitably have (though Bones tries desperately to not think about how he'll no doubt be dressed in Jim's fantasy) and warns Chapel appropriately.
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox.
title. Hanes
rating. NC-17
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. And white briefs are too.
notes. Written for this prompt at
st_xi_kink.Bones insisted on wearing briefs, not the regulation grays they'd all been issued along side their uniforms and marching orders, oh no. No, he liked white cotton tighty whities with a stretchy white band that peeked over the waist of his trousers like Kilroy when he stretched and yanked his blue tunic top over his head at night.
And damnit, Jim had fucking tried to resist how much of a ridiculous turn on it was. Seriously - white underwear? That should not have been arousing, yet it really, really was.
"You and your fucking kinks," Bones declared in a groan, leaning back against the bulkhead across from their bed with one foot up on Jim's shoulder as he knelt in front of him.
He'd returned to quarters at the end of his shift and begun to disrobe when Jim had growled at him, threw him against the wall and yanked his pants down. The younger man had whined something unintelligible, then pressed his wet mouth to the covered bulge of his cock. Warm and pliant, Bones had whimpered after several minutes under Jim's talented tongue, head falling back against the hard surface at his back with a thunk.
The cotton was soaked with saliva by the time Jim decided to pull one leg opening to the side, exposing his long cock to cool air. Damp from Jim's mouth already, he moaned when his lover's agile tongue drew a long lick up his cock.
"Fuck," he gasped.
It felt dirty, illicit, to be pressed against the bulkhead between their bedroom and Spock's and blown by his Captain while still wearing his goddamned briefs, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was just... overwhelming and he grunted as he finally came in spurts down Jim's throat, fingers wound in sandy blond hair.
