[HALLOWEEN PARTY!] -- [Open to ALL PLAYERS!] -- [IC Event!]

[kirktastic]

It had gone out as an announcement over a month ago, sent to every padd and station by one very excited Captain. A Halloween party! Must come in costume, must have fun!

Despite the hell that had been going on for the last few days, Kirk was determined that it still would happen. After a long discussion with the ship's quartermaster, along with a small army of crewmen who wanted to help, the largest rec room was decorated.

A huge buffet table had been prepared by the galley and sat spread out, all in Halloween theme. Green punch with floating eyeballs, cake decorated to look like a gravestone, a huge bowl of candy, a holographic severed hand that was scurrying around on the table top. There was even a bar set up with quite an expanse of liquor that had been secured on Risa.

There was a small seating area off to one corner, a huge dance floor, tables spread out for a real meal, and a small corner set up for music.

(OOC: Just like the thread with Risa... this is a party that's 'open' from now until Sunday night at midnight! Go nuts! This IS supposed to be IC, like the Risa party, so keep that in mind!)

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[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim admiring Bill as an attractive man was, he thought, perfectly valid without wasting too much time on the psychology of the matter.

Getting utterly turned on by the fact that he was pretending to be Jim--and, likely, the fact that Bill was pretending Jim was himself--probably raised a whole host of other questions Jim's cock didn't want answered. Including why he'd fallen into the role of the pursued, and why that hand on the back of his neck sparked something deep within that came through in the kiss he returned. The plush velour felt warm under his hand as it settled around Bill's waist, and part of his wondered every so briefly how many he'd simply overpowered in this manner.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

Probably, kissing Jim like this, in so public an arena, was bad for both their reputations. But then, this was not Jim's ship, and he was not in command; and more to the point, Jim kissed back too nicely for Bill to actually summon the willpower to care. Not when his veins rushed so fiercely with this sense of competence, of control; not with Jim's hands on his waist and Jim's mouth opening under his as he licked into it, plundering, demanding. Far from offering any protest, Jim seemed to have gone completely pliant against him, and Bill fitted their bodies close and warm together, pressing himself against Jim's thigh just sufficiently for Jim to feel the effect that he was having.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

The equal (though not opposite) effect had to be apparent to Bill, as well, as Jim let him take, and he gave, not so much collapsing against his force but letting him in. He wondered how much flack he'd get for this later, and how many people were seeking the nearest dark corner for their own purposes, and how he'd come so far from the image he'd always tried to project on his own ship.

Fuck it.

If anything, the consummation of... whatever was going on here had only made things worse. If by worse one meant better. When the kiss broke, Jim rested his forehead against Bill's.

"Captain," he murmured. "Your reputation."

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

Bill smiled. "Yes...perhaps this kind of thing would be better conducted in my quarters," he conceded. His mouth found Jim's for a last kiss, for now. He didn't want to actually completely destroy Jim's command image. "At some point." He laughed. "I wouldn't presume to expect you again too soon," he added, breathed against Jim's cheek in a tone caught somewhere partway between Bill and Jim. "You do have more than one reputation, after all. Jim."

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." The sound escaped him as their lips parted, his eyes lowered in unconcealed arousal. "Much later," he added, "considering you seem to have done your best to fill my social calendar. Too much for you, Bill?"

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

Bill laughed. "I'm only playing around," he said. "I have no doubt I'll be going back to my own room tonight, same as always." He took a step back, and smiled. "Don't wreak too much havoc on my reputation, will you? I promise not to get you into any real trouble. I haven't actually made any dates you'll be bound to. Although you may have to explain some things to Dr McCoy. Um, both doctors."

And with a parting squeeze of Jim's hand, he turned and walked away into the crowd.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim watched him walk away with undisguised attention to his posterior, shaking his head and smiling. Bill. He already had an engagement tonight, or he'd be sorely tempted not to let the man walk away. Or at least, not for long.

Bill's own reputation was hardly in any danger. But Jim was starting to wonder what he meant about Bones...