[Conversation Through Touch] - [Kirk and Bones]

The dream was only a vague memory as consciousness pulled at his mind, but what it left behind was neither vague nor unfamiliar. Kirk half-smiled in his not quite conscious state, shifting in the warmth of his bed. Under the covers, burrowed down in where it was warm, soft, and comfy after a night of sleeping. He could feel Bones against his back, and from the sound of his breath... mmm...

Slowly he slipped a hand down along his body - if he could, and he usually could, he slept in the nude - until he was scratching lightly at the dusting of golden hair along his lower stomach. Finally his fingers brushed his cock as it throbbed, pulsing slowly with the mostly forgotten dream. He took a deep breath in, letting his fingers curl and just give a lazy squeeze. The breath was released faster then its motion in, a stutter in its smoothness.

His motions were languid, letting him take his sweet time, enjoy the feeling. Morning wank, before the shit of the day settled into his mind... had been a while. Just the old familiar feeling of his hand that knew just how to move, just what he liked... with the warmth of Bones asleep at his back, the feeling of his breath by his neck...

He breathed out a moan, hand opening, fingers spreading, as it slid down the shaft. At the base, he let them flare downwards, caressing curls of hair and the looser skin of his balls. He let his fingers cup there, rolling once, before traveling back up again.

"Mmm..."

[Private Communications] -- [And an OOC]

( Private Communication to William Shatner )

( Private Communication to Jim Kirk )

( Private Communication to Marlena Moreau )

( Private Communication to the Enterprise )

( Private Communication to Spock (Female) )

( Private Communication to Sulu )

( Private Communication to Pasha Chekov )

(OOC: Thanks to the notifications and therefore lack of, I'm pretty sure I've completely missed tags from people. If I owe anyone a tag on a thread from the recent two weeks or so, can you leave a little message here with a link? I just keep getting this ugly feeling I'm forgetting something!)

[Need to Punch Something] -- [Kirk and Kirk]

Between finding out about Alex, finding out about Spot, and finding out that the bridge had gotten something from the planet below, Kirk was... well, frustrated wasn't quite the word. Stressed was definitely it, and there was one thing (other then alcohol, and he was refusing to go that low right now) that worked to get him ... okay TWO things including sex, but that wasn't (amazingly) on his mind either.

He wanted to punch something. Hard. Jim sounded like a good idea for a sparring partner right now.

With a fast comm to Jim, he had himself a sparring partner as he got off shift. He went back to his quarters and pulled on the same basic clothing he had worn back at the Academy when teaching classes - no formal gi, just loose shorts and a tee shirt.

He glanced around the gym, wondering if he had beat Jim there. When he didn't spot his counterpart, he found a flat, open spot and started to stretch out. Briefly, he wondered if pulling out safety equipment would be a good idea. At least the gloves. It'd keep his knuckles from ending up with bruises... and putting any on Jim.