James T. Kirk

So far, Bill thought, so good. But the thing was - this man was Kirk, too. Bill hoped there wasn't any kind of obvious innate link that he'd be found lacking in, and took a deep breath.

"Hey, sexy," he returned, smiling easy and golden.

Shit, would Jim say that? Should I kiss him? This was so much harder than it had felt with everyone else.

"That tux looks good on you," he said smoothly. "I bet I know a place it'd look even better, though."

Jim Kirk, he decided, could surely get away with that line, even if he was the last man in the universe who could.

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Sexy was definitely a new one from Jim. The flirting, on the other hand, wasn't. Two could play at that game.

Kirk glanced around briefly before stepping forward, sliding an arm around Bill and pulling them together. "Oh yea? Tell me all about it." He grinned smoothly, his voice a purr. These were two people who fucked within a short time of knowing each other, so it didn't seem odd to him.

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Now, Bill had always known Jim Kirk was fast. Hell, the man was fabled. But, holy Christ, it seemed he actually did move faster than the speed of goddamn sound in two separate universes.

Ah, well. For the glory of the game, Bill could not show fear now. He smirked back at the captain, taking the lapels of his tuxedo jacket very gently between finger and thumb of each hand, and running his hands down to where they tapered, as if testing the fabric. "I thought my bedroom floor?" he suggested, airily.

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"Mm..." Kirk licked his lips slowly, reaching up with a hand and sliding it behind Jim's neck. He pulled Jim down into a quick kiss, murmuring, "Maybe.. you'll get to test to see where it looks better."

He tilted his head, brow quirking.

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Bill still wasn't actually all that used to kissing guys. There was Len, obviously. And then there was Jim, but he didn't really count. So being kissed by this person who was neither his best friend of forty years, nor his double, felt slightly odd. Thing was, it obviously wouldn't feel odd to Jim, who'd clearly had at least twenty years' practice kissing anything with a mouth. Besides, flirting was flirting, right?

Eh.

Carefully, he said, still smirking, "Why, Captain. Is this really appropriate behaviour for a public venue?" He put his lips to Jim's ear, and breathed, "After all, it might be bad for the command image, if people knew you were so willing to hang up that beautiful suit on my floor, wouldn't you say?"

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...Fuck Jim was good at that. Kirk slid his hands down and grabbed that very familiar ass, grinning as wide as a Cheshire cat. "Made sure no one was looking specifically at us. And trust me, they probably saw worse back on Risa. Or during the academy."

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Except there was one, now. Leonard, standing to the side of the buffet table, couldn't help but wonder whether it was appropriate that Bill being groped by the Kirk who wasn't him made him feel more amused than jealous.

If nothing else, it was deeply entertaining to watch, knowing that Bill was utterly out of his depth here.

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Okay. Okay. Bill tried to take deep breaths without looking like he was taking deep breaths. Kirk's hands were on his ass. Kirk's hands. Were on his ass. And apparently 'this is a very public display' wouldn't stand up as an excuse.

As Bill saw it, he was now on the horns of a dilemma. On the one hand, he could always confess, escape, apologise, retreat.

On the other...

To hell with it, Bill decided. He was an actor. That meant acting, whatever the script said. And his body did seem...curiously inclined to mould itself flat to Jim's.

Bill went with it, kissed Jim's earlobe and said, "Oh, yeah?"

And then he pulled Kirk down towards him by the nape of the neck, and brushed his mouth over Jim's.

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...Yea.

Kirk let out a soft breath of a moan, encouraging it, and slid his fingers into that glorious soft golden hair. He deepened the kiss, pulling Jim backwards so where they stepped was a little darker, a little more hidden.

Shit, no matter what it was, there was just some small thing that made them want each other.

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God, Bill thought, inasmuch as thought was possible with his back flat to the wall and Jim Kirk's tongue licking the insides of his mouth: maybe he just had a thing for Kirks? That could be it. A sort of extended narcissism must be behind the fact that he was suddenly finding this whole situation unfuckingbelievably hot, a fact to which his body now stood (*ahem*) testament.

Kirk's hands in his hair felt glorious; his hard kisses felt even better.

Fuck, Bill thought: this has got to fucking stop, I swear to God

He dug his fingers into the back of Kirk's neck, and thrust his tongue against Kirk's.

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...Maybe they could slip out just for a quick few minutes without anyone noticing. He knew how to get someone off in a minute, even himself, and it'd solve the problem of the fact the two of them were getting hard.

Kirk curled his tongue around Jim's, never knowing the truth, at least for now. He pulled the other's lower lip into his mouth and sucked hard on it for a moment, the faintest scrape of teeth.

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Fuck, Bill thought. Jim was really kissing him in earnest, now, and holy God, he was good at it, all hot tongue and deft teeth and yes, Bill was going to need to deal with this problem if it went on any longer. Increasingly, he was thinking this wouldn't be an issue, except for the part where somehow, letting Jim get him off under false pretences kind of smacked a little bit of - he couldn't quite define it - non-consensuality?

Kirk thought he was kissing Jim, after all.

Bill sighed, and carefully pushed Jim off him by the shoulders. He had a thing about consent issues. This felt a little unfortunate right now, but nevertheless, it was true. When Jim looked at him a little quizzically, Bill quirked his mouth and said, "Jim, we need to stop this." He took a deep breath. "I, um. I am in costume, right now. I'm not Jim Kirk." A pause. "...but that's a secret?" he added, hopefully.

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It took Kirk a second to connect all the dots in his head as he had been enjoying that quite a bit. He blinked at Bill from behind the mask, eyes so brilliant and blue. Not Jim Kirk? Then... who the hell was he...?

Things clicked rapidly after that, and Kirk blinked again before a laugh burst out of him, "...Bill. Bill?" He commented and asked in the same breath, still not releasing him completely. If Bill was dressed as Jim... he Knew he had seen Leonard and Bill during his entrance, so that meant... ha, that Jim was dressed as Bill?

"...Fooled me completely." He grinned lazily, licked his lips, then leaned back in and stole another quick kiss. Didn't bother him all that much in any way.

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Bill grinned. "Good to know I got something out of all those years playing him."

And, because Kirk was still very close, he absentmindedly pulled him back into a kiss.

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Across the room, Leonard raised an eyebrow. Either Bill had a thing for Kirks, or he'd simply... created a monster.

Not that he particularly minded watching all that much.

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Bill decided he definitely had a thing for Kirks. Luckily for him, it seemed that Kirk was willing to encourage this. He knew he shouldn't really be making out with the captain of a starship in full view of most of the rest of the crew, whatever the young Jim Kirk said. But then, there was something about that that was kind of - well - exciting. Just like there was something about being Jim for an evening, instead of being himself, that changed the whole timbre of existence, if only for a few hours. Jim might know now that this was Bill he was kissing, but this didn't stop Bill playing the part, any more than it had stopped him on set when everybody knew they were due to break for a cigarette in fifteen minutes, and Bill was going to have to call his daughter's school about rescheduling parents' evening.

Right now, Bill was goddamn Captain James Tiberius Kirk, of the USS Enterprise.

And so was the sandy haired young man currently licking his back teeth.

Which, you know. Was pretty cool.

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Jim watched from across the room. He knew exactly two things, one of them almost certainly and the other for goddamn sure.

First, Jim wasn't all that pissed off at him.

Second, he was hard as a fucking rock.

He thought, perhaps, it would be prudent to ask himself if the fact they were both James T. Kirk, and he was James T. Kirk, meant anything dire about his sexuality or priorities or something. But seeing as he'd fucked both of them to the immense satisfaction of all parties, there wasn't exactly a control group. Instead, he edge up to Len, his eyes not leaving the two other men.

"I thought you told me Bill wasn't..." He trailed off, at a momentary loss for words, because in fact Len had never told him Bill wasn't delightfully easy or remotely narcissistic. "...into men."

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Kirk slowly pulled his head back from Bill, his eyes brilliant behind his mask as he looked to the actor. Just to be a shit, he gave a little grind of their hips together. He pressed the tip of his tongue against Bill's lower lip, and whispered to him, "Mmm.. can't go too far here but..." Another little grind, "there's an empty room right across the hall."

It was like being back in the academy. "Or, course, we could... schedule a dinner date." Complete with a wink, laying on heavy the old Kirk charm.

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"Evidently I was mistaken," Leonard replied to Jim, unconsciously running his fingers along his collar. "Or maybe it's just that he has a thing for Kirks. Wouldn't surprise me, to be honest."

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Bill looked at Kirk wide-eyed and breathless, speechless for a moment. Then he ran his hand through his hair and smiled. "Yeah, I'll - um - I'll let you get back to things." He paused, heart thumping a little in his throat. "If you, er, if you - I mean you can always get me on the PADD."

Dammit. Smooth, Billy, so smooth.

"I'm - gonna go now," Bill added hastily. "It was nice to, uh, meet you properly."

And with a parting smile, he extricated himself from Kirk's arms, and headed for a chair to calm down in.

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With a parting smile for Jim, Leonard moved on from the spot he was standing in to walk over to where Bill had collapsed in a chair, approaching silently.

"Having fun?" The tone of his voice left no question as to how much he'd happened to see.

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Bill glanced up at Leonard's approach, pressed a hand to his rapidly flushing face and looked down again, fighting an embarrassed grin. "It's...interesting, being Jim Kirk at a party," he confessed. "You?"

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Kirk watched Bill practically run for it, and laughed to himself. He planned to have a little talk with the real Jim later about this. Maybe he'd swing over and tease Leonard about his lover and just how damn well he kissed.

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Leonard grinned widely. "Well, I haven't gotten to the point of making out in dark corners with other men whilst still maintaining to be mostly straight, but I did spend some time being roped in by Wonderwoman's lasso, so yeah, I'm having fun."

He casually trailed a finger down Bill's neck.

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