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Rating:
Adult +
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1
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Dessert
Title: Dessert
Author: Lidane
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: None, really. Just some bourbon, peaches, and sexytimes.
Disclaimer: If you think I own any of this or profit from it, seek help immediately.
Summary: Shore leave on Risa is awesome. At least Jim thinks so. ;)
A/N: So this was basically a bit of comment porn that I left over at jim_and_bones on LiveJournal, only I've edited it and cleaned up the grammar a bit. Enjoy!
~~*~~
Jim was lost. On any other day, sex with Bones was hotter than fire, but there was something about Risa that punched through the older man’s reservations. Not that Jim was complaining, of course. McCoy was currently running his practiced, strong hands over Jim’s body, making him almost incoherent with need.
The sudden loss of those incredible hands was a shock, and Jim whimpered. Before he could do more, though something liquid ran across one nipple, then the other and he saw Bones lean over him and begin licking it off. It was when the doctor leaned in and kissed him that Jim finally tasted what was being poured on his body.
Bourbon. Very expensive, well made bourbon, if the taste in his mouth was any indication.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” whispered McCoy as he nibbled on Jim’s jaw, licking a trail down to the juncture where neck and shoulder met. More of the amber liquid was slowly spread across his naked body, and the captain twisted under the doctor, every nerve taut and waiting for more. “But just having you for a drink isn’t enough.”
Taking Jim into another deep, possessive kiss, McCoy shifted his body off of Jim’s, reaching behind him for a small platter that he’d set aside earlier. “Bones!” whined Jim, reaching blindly for the other man. “Shh, darlin’… take it easy,” soothed McCoy. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.” Not giving Jim any time to react, he took a handful of the sliced fruit beside him and crushed it into Jim’s chest.
Peaches. Real Georgia peaches. It had been a shock to the doctor when the concierge at their hotel had mentioned being able to get them, but sure enough, he had. McCoy wasn’t about to let his good fortune pass him by.
As he helped himself to the sweet, fragrant peach flesh on Jim’s skin, licking the juices as they combined with the bourbon, McCoy thanked whatever existed out there in the universe for the chance to do this, especially considering the beautiful, naked man panting beneath him. Speaking of said naked man, Jim arched his back and tried to increase the pressure of McCoy’s hands and mouth, but he was gently pushed down again for his efforts, whimpering in the process. Chuckling, Leonard spoke again. “So damned impatient. You’ll get what you want, Jim. Just let me have my fun first.” Another whine and Jim tried to steady his breathing, but found he was too tightly wound. It was pointless. ”Kid, if it kills me,” whispered McCoy, “I’m going to teach you patience. Now just relax.”
When he felt McCoy’s lips kiss down his stomach and across his treasure trail, hands ghosting at his hips, Jim gasped. When he felt the older man’s sinful tongue lick a stripe up the ridge of his cock, he groaned and arched his back again. When Jim found himself encased in a soft, wet heat, it was all he could do not to scream out loud. Over and over, Bones took Jim’s erection into his mouth, but it was when he felt a splash of bourbon poured on his arousal, and a small bit of peach flesh smeared against him and spread on his shaft that Jim thought he was going to die.
Through the haze of pleasure that he was in, Jim was dimly aware of McCoy pulling back to speak, though he almost didn’t register the words. His voice lapsing into a slow Southern drawl, Leonard said, “Now, kid. Let go,” before those pretty lips wrapped around his cock once more. Jim’s control snapped, and the captain found himself tumbling over the edge with a cry and a moan, McCoy swallowing his release before kissing his way back up to Jim’s mouth.
Rolling on to his back and taking the younger man into his arms, McCoy let his hands wander over Jim’s skin, soothing him as Kirk recovered from his climax. Jim had proven to be a cuddler in their time together, which wasn’t much of a hardship for Leonard. He just let the kid wrap himself around and get comfortable. When he was sure Jim was sufficiently relaxed, McCoy spoke again.
“You know,” he said conversationally, “I’ve always had a soft spot for bourbon peach cobbler. But something occurred to me just now,” he grinned, kissing Jim’s temple.
“What’s that, Bones?” asked Kirk, blue eyes meeting hazel.
“I think I might have just hit on a new favorite dessert.”
~~Fin~~
Author: Lidane
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: None, really. Just some bourbon, peaches, and sexytimes.
Disclaimer: If you think I own any of this or profit from it, seek help immediately.
Summary: Shore leave on Risa is awesome. At least Jim thinks so. ;)
A/N: So this was basically a bit of comment porn that I left over at jim_and_bones on LiveJournal, only I've edited it and cleaned up the grammar a bit. Enjoy!
~~*~~
Jim was lost. On any other day, sex with Bones was hotter than fire, but there was something about Risa that punched through the older man’s reservations. Not that Jim was complaining, of course. McCoy was currently running his practiced, strong hands over Jim’s body, making him almost incoherent with need.
The sudden loss of those incredible hands was a shock, and Jim whimpered. Before he could do more, though something liquid ran across one nipple, then the other and he saw Bones lean over him and begin licking it off. It was when the doctor leaned in and kissed him that Jim finally tasted what was being poured on his body.
Bourbon. Very expensive, well made bourbon, if the taste in his mouth was any indication.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” whispered McCoy as he nibbled on Jim’s jaw, licking a trail down to the juncture where neck and shoulder met. More of the amber liquid was slowly spread across his naked body, and the captain twisted under the doctor, every nerve taut and waiting for more. “But just having you for a drink isn’t enough.”
Taking Jim into another deep, possessive kiss, McCoy shifted his body off of Jim’s, reaching behind him for a small platter that he’d set aside earlier. “Bones!” whined Jim, reaching blindly for the other man. “Shh, darlin’… take it easy,” soothed McCoy. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.” Not giving Jim any time to react, he took a handful of the sliced fruit beside him and crushed it into Jim’s chest.
Peaches. Real Georgia peaches. It had been a shock to the doctor when the concierge at their hotel had mentioned being able to get them, but sure enough, he had. McCoy wasn’t about to let his good fortune pass him by.
As he helped himself to the sweet, fragrant peach flesh on Jim’s skin, licking the juices as they combined with the bourbon, McCoy thanked whatever existed out there in the universe for the chance to do this, especially considering the beautiful, naked man panting beneath him. Speaking of said naked man, Jim arched his back and tried to increase the pressure of McCoy’s hands and mouth, but he was gently pushed down again for his efforts, whimpering in the process. Chuckling, Leonard spoke again. “So damned impatient. You’ll get what you want, Jim. Just let me have my fun first.” Another whine and Jim tried to steady his breathing, but found he was too tightly wound. It was pointless. ”Kid, if it kills me,” whispered McCoy, “I’m going to teach you patience. Now just relax.”
When he felt McCoy’s lips kiss down his stomach and across his treasure trail, hands ghosting at his hips, Jim gasped. When he felt the older man’s sinful tongue lick a stripe up the ridge of his cock, he groaned and arched his back again. When Jim found himself encased in a soft, wet heat, it was all he could do not to scream out loud. Over and over, Bones took Jim’s erection into his mouth, but it was when he felt a splash of bourbon poured on his arousal, and a small bit of peach flesh smeared against him and spread on his shaft that Jim thought he was going to die.
Through the haze of pleasure that he was in, Jim was dimly aware of McCoy pulling back to speak, though he almost didn’t register the words. His voice lapsing into a slow Southern drawl, Leonard said, “Now, kid. Let go,” before those pretty lips wrapped around his cock once more. Jim’s control snapped, and the captain found himself tumbling over the edge with a cry and a moan, McCoy swallowing his release before kissing his way back up to Jim’s mouth.
Rolling on to his back and taking the younger man into his arms, McCoy let his hands wander over Jim’s skin, soothing him as Kirk recovered from his climax. Jim had proven to be a cuddler in their time together, which wasn’t much of a hardship for Leonard. He just let the kid wrap himself around and get comfortable. When he was sure Jim was sufficiently relaxed, McCoy spoke again.
“You know,” he said conversationally, “I’ve always had a soft spot for bourbon peach cobbler. But something occurred to me just now,” he grinned, kissing Jim’s temple.
“What’s that, Bones?” asked Kirk, blue eyes meeting hazel.
“I think I might have just hit on a new favorite dessert.”
~~Fin~~