FIC: Cure (Kirk/McCoy, NC-17)
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emmagrant01You know, I thought I'd be all about the Kirk/Spock, but all I seem to want to read and write is this pairing. ;-)
Title: Cure
Author: Emma Grant
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3050 words
Summary: Setpre-film in the Academy years. McCoy is stressed out, and Kirk knows just how to help him loosen up -- If only he could get McCoy to cooperate.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, or universe, or movie, etc. I’m just playing here.
***
“Bones, you need to get laid.”
McCoy looked up from the medical reference text he’d downloaded to his datapad to see Jim Kirk grinning at him. He frowned. “What I need right now is to pass this exam. Getting laid is not a priority.”
“It should be. Jesus, Bones, how long has it been?”
“None of your business.” McCoy scrolled down through the text on the screen, looking for the symptoms of Turalian measles.
“You’re an uptight, no-fun asshole when you get like this, and I have to live with you. So that makes it my business.”
“Thanks a lot. Now please fuck off and leave me alone.”
Kirk was silent a moment more, and then did something completely unexpected: He picked up his jacket and headed for the door. “You can’t say I never try to help you. Good luck on your exam.”
McCoy watched him leave with the distinct feeling that the conversation wasn’t over.
***
“Bourbon, straight up,” McCoy told the bartender as he slid into a vacant seat. The bar was just off of campus and a popular one with the cadets -- a place he would normally avoid like the Cardassian shingles, but he’d just completed an eight-hour-long exam and was desperate to blow off steam. He rubbed his palms against his forehead in an attempt to quell a burgeoning headache, and sighed.
“Hi,” a female voice said from somewhere far too near his left elbow. He turned to see a young blonde cadet smiling at him. She was vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t quite place her face. “McCoy, right?”
“Do I know you?”
She tilted her head and let her smile twist into something more like a smirk. “Would you like to?”
He barely resisted rolling his eyes. The place was a god-damned meet market, which was exactly why he avoided it. He was about to spit out a pithy reply when the bartender slid a highball of bourbon towards him. He paused long enough to shoot it back before smiling tightly at the cadet.
“Ten years ago, I would’ve said yes.”
“Ten years ago I was a little girl.” She shifted her weight forward in a way that emphasized her cleavage. Clearly not a little girl now.
“Too bad for me, then. Thanks, sweetheart, but no thanks.” He turned back to the bartender and signaled for another.
“You don’t have to be an asshole about it. I was just trying to do you a favor.”
He turned back to her. “A favor? Who the hell are you?”
“You’ll never find out now,” she said, and spun sharply on her heel before walking away.
He replayed the encounter in his mind as he nursed his second bourbon, wondering what the hell had just happened. He was certain he’d seen her somewhere before. It wasn’t until he was back in his dormitory room and almost asleep that he remembered.
Kirk. She’d been one of the many one-night-stands he’d brought back to the room in the last year and a half. “Dammit, Jim,” he spat into the darkness. This was the last thing he needed.
***
He’d planned to give Kirk hell when he finally came in, but morning arrived and his bed was still empty. Which meant some cadet’s somewhere was extra full.
McCoy headed to his alien anatomy seminar in a foul mood.
At lunch, he found a quiet corner in the cantina to eat a sandwich and scan the most recent issue of The Journal of Humanoid Epidemiology. He was fully engrossed in an article about the recent outbreak of sexually transmitted diseases in the newly contacted Ardana system when a tray was set next to his on the table. A figure settled next to him, and he forced himself not to look up from his datapad.
“Must be fascinating reading.” The voice was female. Shit. He looked up to see a brunette with large hazel eyes and enormous tits staring back at him. “I’m Catherine,” she said, in a way that communicated her interest in knowing far more than his name.
McCoy had no patience for this game, not today. “Did Jim Kirk put you up to this?”
She looked surprised. “What do you mean, this?”
“Did he tell you to come over here and hit on me?”
Her expression stiffened. “Who says I’m hitting on you?”
He raised an eyebrow in response.
“He just said he thought you were lonely, and that I’d like you.” She stood and picked up her tray. “Obviously, he was completely wrong about that.” She walked away in a huff.
McCoy rubbed at his temples, at the damn headache that wouldn’t go away. “I really don’t need this shit,” he muttered. He was too old, too tired, and too damn set in his ways to have a fling with a cadet ten years his junior. Not after the clusterfuck that had been his marriage.
***
The next one was an Orion who approached him in the gym, and he’d actually had to work to resist her advances. At dinner, yet another humanoid female tried to pick him up, this one with a streak of bluish-grey fur down her bare back. Apparently Kirk had decided he wasn’t into human females and had moved further along in his personal catalog.
He went to a quiet bar populated mostly by locals that night, hoping for a respite from the advances of Kirk’s army of conquests. He thought he’d escaped unscathed until a very good-looking young cadet sat next to him, smiling much too broadly.
“It’s McCoy, right? Chad Petersen. Didn’t we have First-Year Tactical together?”
“I’m a doctor, not a tactician. You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
Chad laughed. “Caught. Can’t blame me for trying, right?”
McCoy sighed. “I don’t suppose you know Jim Kirk, do you?”
Chad grinned in a way that indicated he knew Kirk in more than one sense of the word. “Sure. You’re his roommate, right?”
McCoy slung back his drink and turned to face him. “Why is he doing this? Why won’t he just leave me the hell alone?”
Chad looked thoughtful for a moment. “He just wants you to cut loose, have a little fun. He… he cares about you, you know.”
“I wish he’d find another way to show it. No offense, but fucking around is just not my thing.”
Chad smiled. “I like you, McCoy. You’re pretty cute for an old guy.”
McCoy snorted. “Considering the sort of guys you’re probably used to… going out with, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Chad leaned in a little closer. “Are you sure you don’t want to hang out tonight, have some fun?”
“I’m not a big fan of fun these days.” He stood and put on his jacket. “If you see Kirk, will you tell him to come home sometime? If he thinks I’m so lonely, maybe he could, I dunno, keep me company himself once in a while.”
His head was pounding by the time he got back to the dormitory.
***
He was awakened by a slight depression of the mattress. He opened one eye to see Kirk sitting by his feet, his features washed out in the dim light of dawn. It was the first time he’d seen Kirk since this game had started. He pushed himself up onto one elbow and tried to focus his thoughts, lest he say something completely sleep-induced and ridiculous.
“Hey,” Kirk said, his voice almost hoarse after what had probably been a wild Friday night.
“Hey,” McCoy replied, and yawned. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Kirk gave him a cheeky smile. McCoy sighed. That was the closest thing to an apology, or even an acknowledgment, that he would get. It was okay, though. They were best friends, and they didn’t have to talk about these things. He knew Kirk meant well, and Kirk knew he was only slightly annoyed. He eased himself back onto the pillow and closed his eyes. “You look like you had fun last night.”
“You look like hell.”
“Thanks.”
“Seriously, Bones. You look like you’re in pain.”
He kneaded his forehead with his fingertips. “I am in pain. I’ve had a headache for days.”
“Maybe you should talk to a doctor about that.”
“Ha. It’s just stress. Probably not a brain tumor.”
There was a pause, in which McCoy could almost hear the wheels turning in Kirk’s head. “You know what always helps when I have a headache?”
“Silence?”
“Jerking off.” McCoy’s eyes flew open to give him a skeptical look. “I’m serious, Bones. It gets the blood out of your head and gives you endorphins and… stuff.”
McCoy sighed. “I’ll take it under consideration, right after I get more sleep.”
“You’ll sleep better if you jerk off.”
“I’ll sleep better if you fuck off.”
Kirk laughed. “I’ll start the shower for you, and I’ll even tuck you in afterwards.”
This was a battle he wasn’t going to win. “Promise?”
Kirk’s weight disappeared from the mattress. A few moments later, the sound of the shower starting up filtered out from the room’s small bathroom. McCoy forced himself to sit up, feeling like doing anything but jerking off. But if it would get Kirk off his back for the day, he could pretend. A shower might feel nice anyway.
Kirk patted him on the back as he staggered past, stripping off clothing as he went. The bathroom was already filling with steam, and the temperature of the water was hot enough to be truly relaxing. As he stepped under the spray, he felt tension melting from his body. He let the water spray down on his shoulders and smiled.
Maybe Kirk had a point. It had been a long time since he’d gotten laid, or even since he’d jerked off. Orgasm did help relieve stress, that much Kirk was right about. He let one hand slide down his wet torso and down to his groin, and then circled his fingers around his dick. He stroked a few times and tried to call up a trusty image to get him started.
His mind wouldn’t settle on anything, though, and the effort it took to focus on a fantasy was too much at the moment. He tried to relax instead, to focus on the feeling of his fingers as they stroked, of the way the water slicked and warmed his skin, of the sound of the spray hitting the walls around him. Nothing would sit still in his mind but Kirk’s smirking face, though.
This wasn’t going to work. “Dammit, Jim,” he grunted, and released his still-limp dick. He leaned forward and let the spray hit his face.
He was so tired that by the time he had processed the sensation of arms sliding around him and a warm hand stroking his dick, he was already half-hard. He felt Kirk’s body press against him from behind, felt a stiff cock nudge the cleft of his ass, and hot breath on his shoulder.
“You called?” Those lips planted a kiss on the back of his neck, and that hand was stroking now, tugging and twisting in a way completely different than his own hand did. The thought that Kirk was touching him the way he touched himself was far hotter than McCoy would have anticipated.
“Not exactly, but…” He stopped himself, not wanting to think right now. If he thought too much, he might realize just what a bad idea this was. It felt good, and it felt weirdly right, and that was enough for the moment. Kirk’s hand started moving faster, and McCoy groaned.
“When you turned down the first girl, I figured she just wasn’t your type.” There was another hand cupping his balls now, tugging gently. “When you turned down the second, I thought maybe it was an ex thing, that you’d prefer pussy that didn’t remind you of your wife.” The hand on his dick was moving faster, sliding the taut foreskin against the head, and then squeezing in a way that made McCoy see stars. “When you turned down the next two, I thought maybe I’d pegged you all wrong.” McCoy managed a sound between a laugh and a moan as Kirk’s mouth moved down the back of his neck, leaving a trail of little bites. “And when you turned Chad down, there was only one possibility left.”
“What was that?” McCoy panted.
“That you wanted me.” Kirk’s breath was hot in McCoy’s ear, and he sped up his strokes. “You do, don’t you, Bones? You’d like to fuck me right now. You want your dick in my ass, ramming me, pounding me into the wall of this shower--”
“Too late,” McCoy hissed. The very idea had pushed him over the edge, and he came all over the shower wall.
“Next time, then.” Kirk’s dick was pressing into the small of his back, painfully hard.
McCoy grunted and turned, pushing Kirk against the wall. “Next time,” he said, and crushed their mouths together. He’d wondered if Kirk was a great kisser – he’d certainly had a lot of practice, and had probably learned a lot of exotic non-Terran techniques. There would be time to find out later, though -- at the moment, all he could think about was devouring that mouth, plunging his tongue in and plundering, taking. Kirk wasn’t exactly passive, but he let McCoy have his way, perhaps enjoying letting someone else be the aggressor for a change.
“So what do you want?” Kirk whispered into his open mouth.
Mc Coy wanted a lot at that moment, so much he wasn’t sure where to start. Without really deciding to do it, he dropped to his knees. Kirk’s thick cock was bobbing in front of his face, looking far more enticing than he would ever have imagined. Not that he ever imagined sucking Kirk’s dick. Not often, anyway.
“Oh, fuck,” Kirk said, sounding uncharacteristically undone. “Oh, shit, Bones.”
McCoy grinned, feeling a rush of something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He leaned forward, teasing the head with his tongue.
Kirk’s hips bucked forward. “Oh, god, just do it. Suck me.”
“Say that again.” McCoy flicked the tip of his tongue across the hole, enjoying every moment of this torture.
“Suck me, Bones. Suck me, fuck me, whatever you want. Just do it now.”
“Please?”
“Pretty fucking please. God, Bones, I’ve wanted this forever, since that first morning on the shuttle back in Iowa. I never thought I’d get a chance.” Kirk tried to press his hips forward again, and McCoy pushed them back against the wall, enjoying the moment. Kirk was practically whimpering, and it was the most erotic thing he’d seen in a long time.
“I’m not a one-night-stand, Jim.” He let Kirk’s dick slide into his mouth, to the back of his throat and out again, and grinned at the way Kirk’s face contorted. “You’d better not be playing me right now.”
“Not playing,” Kirk gasped. “Oh, god.”
McCoy took his cock in again, letting his tongue slide along soft skin before popping off again. “You know I’ll give you some god-awful alien disease if you treat me like all your other fucks.”
“Never, never. Jesus, Bones, Where did you learn to give head like this?”
“I went to college,” McCoy replied before starting the blow job in earnest. He doubted he’d ever sucked dick sober, but he’d had plenty of time to think about what he liked in the intervening years. His ex-wife may have been a vindictive bitch, but she gave amazing head. He’d learned a thing or two.
He steadied Kirk’s cock at the base with one hand while he worked it with his mouth, and pressed one wet finger behind his balls, probing gently until he found what he was looking for. His finger slid into Kirk’s ass more easily than he expected, and Kirk spread his legs a little wider.
“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck me,” he grunted.
McCoy pressed a second finger in, and Kirk hissed in pleasure. With just water to lubricate, he couldn’t move those fingers very much, but he did his best to wriggle them against the prostate. Kirk was practically riding his hand, and it was all McCoy could do to keep his dick in his mouth. He wasn’t getting to show off what he could do with his tongue, but Kirk didn’t seem to care. He buried his hands in McCoy’s wet hair and groaned as he came.
McCoy had also been drunk the last time someone had come in his mouth, and he forgot what an unpleasant surprise it could be to feel hot semen trigger his gag reflex. Kirk didn’t seem to notice, though, and he was able to quietly spit into the water still cascading down on them. Something to work on. For next time.
“Shit, Bones,” Kirk said, grinning down at him. “Why didn’t we do that before?”
A dozen sarcastic replies popped into his mind, but McCoy just grinned back. They could think about what this meant for their friendship later. Right now, he wanted to enjoy it, with no worries about what would happen tomorrow. It had been a while since he’d done something so reckless and impulsive – not since joining Starfleet – and it felt good. He liked it. He stood and turned off the water, then reached around the door to get towels.
“Want to go again?” Kirk asked, wrapping his towel low and loose around his hips.
“I have nowhere to be today. Spending it in bed sounds just fine to me.” He pulled Kirk toward him and kissed him, more languid than before, and was surprised to find his dick was already starting to take an renewed interest.
Kirk broke the kiss and tugged him toward the main area of their room. “How’s your headache?”
McCoy had to stop and think for a moment. “Gone, actually.”
“Told you.”
“Fucker.”
“If you insist.”
***
fin
Title: Cure
Author: Emma Grant
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3050 words
Summary: Set
Disclaimer: Not my characters, or universe, or movie, etc. I’m just playing here.
***
“Bones, you need to get laid.”
McCoy looked up from the medical reference text he’d downloaded to his datapad to see Jim Kirk grinning at him. He frowned. “What I need right now is to pass this exam. Getting laid is not a priority.”
“It should be. Jesus, Bones, how long has it been?”
“None of your business.” McCoy scrolled down through the text on the screen, looking for the symptoms of Turalian measles.
“You’re an uptight, no-fun asshole when you get like this, and I have to live with you. So that makes it my business.”
“Thanks a lot. Now please fuck off and leave me alone.”
Kirk was silent a moment more, and then did something completely unexpected: He picked up his jacket and headed for the door. “You can’t say I never try to help you. Good luck on your exam.”
McCoy watched him leave with the distinct feeling that the conversation wasn’t over.
***
“Bourbon, straight up,” McCoy told the bartender as he slid into a vacant seat. The bar was just off of campus and a popular one with the cadets -- a place he would normally avoid like the Cardassian shingles, but he’d just completed an eight-hour-long exam and was desperate to blow off steam. He rubbed his palms against his forehead in an attempt to quell a burgeoning headache, and sighed.
“Hi,” a female voice said from somewhere far too near his left elbow. He turned to see a young blonde cadet smiling at him. She was vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t quite place her face. “McCoy, right?”
“Do I know you?”
She tilted her head and let her smile twist into something more like a smirk. “Would you like to?”
He barely resisted rolling his eyes. The place was a god-damned meet market, which was exactly why he avoided it. He was about to spit out a pithy reply when the bartender slid a highball of bourbon towards him. He paused long enough to shoot it back before smiling tightly at the cadet.
“Ten years ago, I would’ve said yes.”
“Ten years ago I was a little girl.” She shifted her weight forward in a way that emphasized her cleavage. Clearly not a little girl now.
“Too bad for me, then. Thanks, sweetheart, but no thanks.” He turned back to the bartender and signaled for another.
“You don’t have to be an asshole about it. I was just trying to do you a favor.”
He turned back to her. “A favor? Who the hell are you?”
“You’ll never find out now,” she said, and spun sharply on her heel before walking away.
He replayed the encounter in his mind as he nursed his second bourbon, wondering what the hell had just happened. He was certain he’d seen her somewhere before. It wasn’t until he was back in his dormitory room and almost asleep that he remembered.
Kirk. She’d been one of the many one-night-stands he’d brought back to the room in the last year and a half. “Dammit, Jim,” he spat into the darkness. This was the last thing he needed.
***
He’d planned to give Kirk hell when he finally came in, but morning arrived and his bed was still empty. Which meant some cadet’s somewhere was extra full.
McCoy headed to his alien anatomy seminar in a foul mood.
At lunch, he found a quiet corner in the cantina to eat a sandwich and scan the most recent issue of The Journal of Humanoid Epidemiology. He was fully engrossed in an article about the recent outbreak of sexually transmitted diseases in the newly contacted Ardana system when a tray was set next to his on the table. A figure settled next to him, and he forced himself not to look up from his datapad.
“Must be fascinating reading.” The voice was female. Shit. He looked up to see a brunette with large hazel eyes and enormous tits staring back at him. “I’m Catherine,” she said, in a way that communicated her interest in knowing far more than his name.
McCoy had no patience for this game, not today. “Did Jim Kirk put you up to this?”
She looked surprised. “What do you mean, this?”
“Did he tell you to come over here and hit on me?”
Her expression stiffened. “Who says I’m hitting on you?”
He raised an eyebrow in response.
“He just said he thought you were lonely, and that I’d like you.” She stood and picked up her tray. “Obviously, he was completely wrong about that.” She walked away in a huff.
McCoy rubbed at his temples, at the damn headache that wouldn’t go away. “I really don’t need this shit,” he muttered. He was too old, too tired, and too damn set in his ways to have a fling with a cadet ten years his junior. Not after the clusterfuck that had been his marriage.
***
The next one was an Orion who approached him in the gym, and he’d actually had to work to resist her advances. At dinner, yet another humanoid female tried to pick him up, this one with a streak of bluish-grey fur down her bare back. Apparently Kirk had decided he wasn’t into human females and had moved further along in his personal catalog.
He went to a quiet bar populated mostly by locals that night, hoping for a respite from the advances of Kirk’s army of conquests. He thought he’d escaped unscathed until a very good-looking young cadet sat next to him, smiling much too broadly.
“It’s McCoy, right? Chad Petersen. Didn’t we have First-Year Tactical together?”
“I’m a doctor, not a tactician. You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
Chad laughed. “Caught. Can’t blame me for trying, right?”
McCoy sighed. “I don’t suppose you know Jim Kirk, do you?”
Chad grinned in a way that indicated he knew Kirk in more than one sense of the word. “Sure. You’re his roommate, right?”
McCoy slung back his drink and turned to face him. “Why is he doing this? Why won’t he just leave me the hell alone?”
Chad looked thoughtful for a moment. “He just wants you to cut loose, have a little fun. He… he cares about you, you know.”
“I wish he’d find another way to show it. No offense, but fucking around is just not my thing.”
Chad smiled. “I like you, McCoy. You’re pretty cute for an old guy.”
McCoy snorted. “Considering the sort of guys you’re probably used to… going out with, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Chad leaned in a little closer. “Are you sure you don’t want to hang out tonight, have some fun?”
“I’m not a big fan of fun these days.” He stood and put on his jacket. “If you see Kirk, will you tell him to come home sometime? If he thinks I’m so lonely, maybe he could, I dunno, keep me company himself once in a while.”
His head was pounding by the time he got back to the dormitory.
***
He was awakened by a slight depression of the mattress. He opened one eye to see Kirk sitting by his feet, his features washed out in the dim light of dawn. It was the first time he’d seen Kirk since this game had started. He pushed himself up onto one elbow and tried to focus his thoughts, lest he say something completely sleep-induced and ridiculous.
“Hey,” Kirk said, his voice almost hoarse after what had probably been a wild Friday night.
“Hey,” McCoy replied, and yawned. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Kirk gave him a cheeky smile. McCoy sighed. That was the closest thing to an apology, or even an acknowledgment, that he would get. It was okay, though. They were best friends, and they didn’t have to talk about these things. He knew Kirk meant well, and Kirk knew he was only slightly annoyed. He eased himself back onto the pillow and closed his eyes. “You look like you had fun last night.”
“You look like hell.”
“Thanks.”
“Seriously, Bones. You look like you’re in pain.”
He kneaded his forehead with his fingertips. “I am in pain. I’ve had a headache for days.”
“Maybe you should talk to a doctor about that.”
“Ha. It’s just stress. Probably not a brain tumor.”
There was a pause, in which McCoy could almost hear the wheels turning in Kirk’s head. “You know what always helps when I have a headache?”
“Silence?”
“Jerking off.” McCoy’s eyes flew open to give him a skeptical look. “I’m serious, Bones. It gets the blood out of your head and gives you endorphins and… stuff.”
McCoy sighed. “I’ll take it under consideration, right after I get more sleep.”
“You’ll sleep better if you jerk off.”
“I’ll sleep better if you fuck off.”
Kirk laughed. “I’ll start the shower for you, and I’ll even tuck you in afterwards.”
This was a battle he wasn’t going to win. “Promise?”
Kirk’s weight disappeared from the mattress. A few moments later, the sound of the shower starting up filtered out from the room’s small bathroom. McCoy forced himself to sit up, feeling like doing anything but jerking off. But if it would get Kirk off his back for the day, he could pretend. A shower might feel nice anyway.
Kirk patted him on the back as he staggered past, stripping off clothing as he went. The bathroom was already filling with steam, and the temperature of the water was hot enough to be truly relaxing. As he stepped under the spray, he felt tension melting from his body. He let the water spray down on his shoulders and smiled.
Maybe Kirk had a point. It had been a long time since he’d gotten laid, or even since he’d jerked off. Orgasm did help relieve stress, that much Kirk was right about. He let one hand slide down his wet torso and down to his groin, and then circled his fingers around his dick. He stroked a few times and tried to call up a trusty image to get him started.
His mind wouldn’t settle on anything, though, and the effort it took to focus on a fantasy was too much at the moment. He tried to relax instead, to focus on the feeling of his fingers as they stroked, of the way the water slicked and warmed his skin, of the sound of the spray hitting the walls around him. Nothing would sit still in his mind but Kirk’s smirking face, though.
This wasn’t going to work. “Dammit, Jim,” he grunted, and released his still-limp dick. He leaned forward and let the spray hit his face.
He was so tired that by the time he had processed the sensation of arms sliding around him and a warm hand stroking his dick, he was already half-hard. He felt Kirk’s body press against him from behind, felt a stiff cock nudge the cleft of his ass, and hot breath on his shoulder.
“You called?” Those lips planted a kiss on the back of his neck, and that hand was stroking now, tugging and twisting in a way completely different than his own hand did. The thought that Kirk was touching him the way he touched himself was far hotter than McCoy would have anticipated.
“Not exactly, but…” He stopped himself, not wanting to think right now. If he thought too much, he might realize just what a bad idea this was. It felt good, and it felt weirdly right, and that was enough for the moment. Kirk’s hand started moving faster, and McCoy groaned.
“When you turned down the first girl, I figured she just wasn’t your type.” There was another hand cupping his balls now, tugging gently. “When you turned down the second, I thought maybe it was an ex thing, that you’d prefer pussy that didn’t remind you of your wife.” The hand on his dick was moving faster, sliding the taut foreskin against the head, and then squeezing in a way that made McCoy see stars. “When you turned down the next two, I thought maybe I’d pegged you all wrong.” McCoy managed a sound between a laugh and a moan as Kirk’s mouth moved down the back of his neck, leaving a trail of little bites. “And when you turned Chad down, there was only one possibility left.”
“What was that?” McCoy panted.
“That you wanted me.” Kirk’s breath was hot in McCoy’s ear, and he sped up his strokes. “You do, don’t you, Bones? You’d like to fuck me right now. You want your dick in my ass, ramming me, pounding me into the wall of this shower--”
“Too late,” McCoy hissed. The very idea had pushed him over the edge, and he came all over the shower wall.
“Next time, then.” Kirk’s dick was pressing into the small of his back, painfully hard.
McCoy grunted and turned, pushing Kirk against the wall. “Next time,” he said, and crushed their mouths together. He’d wondered if Kirk was a great kisser – he’d certainly had a lot of practice, and had probably learned a lot of exotic non-Terran techniques. There would be time to find out later, though -- at the moment, all he could think about was devouring that mouth, plunging his tongue in and plundering, taking. Kirk wasn’t exactly passive, but he let McCoy have his way, perhaps enjoying letting someone else be the aggressor for a change.
“So what do you want?” Kirk whispered into his open mouth.
Mc Coy wanted a lot at that moment, so much he wasn’t sure where to start. Without really deciding to do it, he dropped to his knees. Kirk’s thick cock was bobbing in front of his face, looking far more enticing than he would ever have imagined. Not that he ever imagined sucking Kirk’s dick. Not often, anyway.
“Oh, fuck,” Kirk said, sounding uncharacteristically undone. “Oh, shit, Bones.”
McCoy grinned, feeling a rush of something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He leaned forward, teasing the head with his tongue.
Kirk’s hips bucked forward. “Oh, god, just do it. Suck me.”
“Say that again.” McCoy flicked the tip of his tongue across the hole, enjoying every moment of this torture.
“Suck me, Bones. Suck me, fuck me, whatever you want. Just do it now.”
“Please?”
“Pretty fucking please. God, Bones, I’ve wanted this forever, since that first morning on the shuttle back in Iowa. I never thought I’d get a chance.” Kirk tried to press his hips forward again, and McCoy pushed them back against the wall, enjoying the moment. Kirk was practically whimpering, and it was the most erotic thing he’d seen in a long time.
“I’m not a one-night-stand, Jim.” He let Kirk’s dick slide into his mouth, to the back of his throat and out again, and grinned at the way Kirk’s face contorted. “You’d better not be playing me right now.”
“Not playing,” Kirk gasped. “Oh, god.”
McCoy took his cock in again, letting his tongue slide along soft skin before popping off again. “You know I’ll give you some god-awful alien disease if you treat me like all your other fucks.”
“Never, never. Jesus, Bones, Where did you learn to give head like this?”
“I went to college,” McCoy replied before starting the blow job in earnest. He doubted he’d ever sucked dick sober, but he’d had plenty of time to think about what he liked in the intervening years. His ex-wife may have been a vindictive bitch, but she gave amazing head. He’d learned a thing or two.
He steadied Kirk’s cock at the base with one hand while he worked it with his mouth, and pressed one wet finger behind his balls, probing gently until he found what he was looking for. His finger slid into Kirk’s ass more easily than he expected, and Kirk spread his legs a little wider.
“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck me,” he grunted.
McCoy pressed a second finger in, and Kirk hissed in pleasure. With just water to lubricate, he couldn’t move those fingers very much, but he did his best to wriggle them against the prostate. Kirk was practically riding his hand, and it was all McCoy could do to keep his dick in his mouth. He wasn’t getting to show off what he could do with his tongue, but Kirk didn’t seem to care. He buried his hands in McCoy’s wet hair and groaned as he came.
McCoy had also been drunk the last time someone had come in his mouth, and he forgot what an unpleasant surprise it could be to feel hot semen trigger his gag reflex. Kirk didn’t seem to notice, though, and he was able to quietly spit into the water still cascading down on them. Something to work on. For next time.
“Shit, Bones,” Kirk said, grinning down at him. “Why didn’t we do that before?”
A dozen sarcastic replies popped into his mind, but McCoy just grinned back. They could think about what this meant for their friendship later. Right now, he wanted to enjoy it, with no worries about what would happen tomorrow. It had been a while since he’d done something so reckless and impulsive – not since joining Starfleet – and it felt good. He liked it. He stood and turned off the water, then reached around the door to get towels.
“Want to go again?” Kirk asked, wrapping his towel low and loose around his hips.
“I have nowhere to be today. Spending it in bed sounds just fine to me.” He pulled Kirk toward him and kissed him, more languid than before, and was surprised to find his dick was already starting to take an renewed interest.
Kirk broke the kiss and tugged him toward the main area of their room. “How’s your headache?”
McCoy had to stop and think for a moment. “Gone, actually.”
“Told you.”
“Fucker.”
“If you insist.”
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