James T. Kirk

Julian wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up on the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise, wearing nothing but a strategically-placed ribbon tied in a bow. When he found out who was responsible for this, he would sure to make them suffer...or perhaps thank them.

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Nor was Harold Lee sure how it was he was stepping out of his house for a quick morning's look around and ended up back on the bridge of the Enterprise.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, but at this point it was more for spotting the man dressed only in a bow than it was for stepping into another reality.

The Nexus had a boner for Harold Lee.

"Uh." Well, it'd be cold when he got back to Scotty, but that was easy fixed. He moved to peel out of his coat. "Want my coat, man?"

Ah, memories.

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Julian jumped as the man appeared beside him. "Er," he stated. He recognized (http://traditiontokiss.livejournal.com/412.html?thread=104860#t104860) this man. The last time he'd seen him, it had been at very close range...with his tongue down the man's throat, if he recalled correctly. It was a little disappointing that he was now offering Julian clothing.

"Yes, thank you," he accepted graciously. He took the coat and put it on, flashing his best smile. It fit rather well, he thought.

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Harold had rather meant for Julian to cover his lower half with said coat, but, uh. Apparently not so much. And he wasn't about to offer his pants, either.

Sorry, Julian. Harold is decidedly faithful, even when presented by the universe with a naked man with a bow on top.

He blinked a couple of times, eyes most certainly up, and once the blush had passed to a reasonable level, he pointed. "Oh, dude, it's you! I didn't recognize you without-- uh. Clothes." He gestured downwards, but didn't follow it with his eyes. "What's with the, um-- decoration?"

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He grinned broadly, pleased at being remembered. "I have no idea," he told him. "Some all-powerful force apparently wants me naked except for a bow, because it certainly didn't give me a choice in the matter." He paused, frowning. "I hope I haven't offended it by putting on your coat."

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"The Nexus on Valentine's Day. Fucking perfect." Harold rolled his eyes, laughing. He looked up. "Nah. I've had good luck with giving jackets to naked men. Maybe it's just trying to tell me it needs pointers on what to do with a red ribbon. I would have gone with wrists," he pointed out to the multiverse at large, before looking back to Julian's face with an embarrassed chuckle.

Clearly this was one of those things, those days when weird shit happened and nobody was quite the same as other days. He rather had the urge to raise his fist in defiance at that, but found he could only laugh.

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"You could show me--and it--how to properly use a ribbon," Julian suggested. He didn't expect Harold to take him up on the offer, really, but he still held out hope. The man was quite attractive, after all.

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Harold's eyebrows shot waaaaaay up, that flush returning in full heated force to his cheeks.

He choked briefly on an embarrassed laugh, biting his bottom lip.

"Uh. Thanks," he finally muttered, gesturing vaguely before raising one hand to the back of his own neck. Rubbing back and forth. "Not that you're not-- yeah-- very nice, but, uh." Another vague gesture, fingers splayed in the air. "Maybe I didn't mention the first time we met, that I'm getting married? In April? Yeah?"

Edited Date: 2010-02-14 04:24 pm (UTC)

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Julian's eyes widened. "Congratulations!" he told him earnestly. "Your fiancé wouldn't approve, then?" He smiled wryly. "He's a lucky man, getting you all to himself."

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"Thanks!" Answered with a bit of a glowing grin, for even when his conversation partner was naked but for his jacket and a splash of red that Harold was carefully avoiding, he found he was quite proud of this fact.

"Ah, no. We've got kind of a-- look-but-don't-touch thing going on." Harold gestured around the bridge and the ship in general, rather hoping it was the universe variant he remembered. The bridge was as shiny as the day he first sat on it, anyway. "Little fucking rare around here, but it's good for us."

Harold leaned forward, as if checking for people going by. "If I know this place at all, man, you won't have to wait long for somebody to show you what to do with that ribbon, anyway." He smiled.

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Julian grinned back. "All right, then. Thank you for the loan of your jacket." He paused in thought. "Although, if what you say is true, I probably won't be wearing it for long...would you like it back?"

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Harold shrugged. "Hey, naked on the bridge. Something out of my nightmares, but fuck, why not?" He held out his hand to take his jacket back. He could see the vague distortion that - if his usual travels through the nexus were any indication - would lead him back home.

"Welcome, dude. Listen, if you see--" He abandoned the sentence, looking off. This seemed like one of those things people didn't remember once it was over.

Harold rather hoped they knew, anyway.

"Nevermind, man. You're welcome. Good luck with the, uh--" He pointed down. "--ribboning."

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"Thanks," Julian replied with a smirk. "Have a good trip back...er...wherever you came from." He couldn't resist blowing a kiss to Harold. "Until we meet again."

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Harold laughed and caught it, being utterly silly and miming tucking the kiss in his pocket.

An exaggerated salute sort of wave to go with his slight bow, and through the portal he stepped.

An echo might've been heard back through it, along with a likely frigid gust of wind, before it closed behind him. "Hey Scotty, where'd you pack the ribbons...?"

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Doctor Bashir, please report to shuttle hanger 2.

Without a doubt, the comm was in Captain Kirk's voice.

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[OOC - D: Sorry this is so late! I had the window open on my iPod and forgot about it while I was using the computer...too much technology!]

Julian's head came up when he heard the call, feeling suddenly gleeful. Captain Kirk of the Enterprise was calling for him! This was exciting! He raced into the turbolift and directed it to the shuttle hanger, heedless of who might or might not see him running stark naked through the corridors.

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(OOC: Don't even worry about it! I didn't even realize I hadn't gotten the notification of your reply! XD)

Kirk had a gleeful bit of an idea in his head for the Doctor who seemed so very interested in 'out-dated' technology. (Everything on the whole ship had to be that, from someone some odd 200 years in the future...) He laid back on the hood of the Buick, head propped up, warm body steaming lightly against the chilled metal. He just waited, nude as the day he was born.

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Julian's mind went blank as the captain came into view. He took several seconds to come up with something that qualified as an actual thought, and ended up with So this is James T. Kirk. It was several seconds more before he remembered he knew how to speak.

"Doctor Bashir, reporting as ordered, sir." If he sounded a little breathless...well. He found himself moving forward, leaning over Kirk.

He almost didn't notice that Kirk seemed to be lying on an ancient automobile.

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The breathlessness just told Kirk everything he needed to know. He even mentally made a little check-mark by Julian's name. "Nothing can be said against your ability to follow orders." His voice was smooth, amused.

The edge of his thumb curled along Julian's collar bone until his hand cupped his shoulder, and pulled him forward just a little more. "At least, I hope not." Those blue eyes were dancing, flirting.

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The pull had a logical conclusion, and Julian couldn't help but go along. He moved to cover Kirk's body with his own, bending his head to kiss the captain.

When he's chosen a post on the frontier of space with the anticipation of high adventure, he'd never in a million years have imagined he'd find himself kissing Captain Kirk, naked, on the hood of a car.

"Hang on," he said, breaking the kiss. "Is that a car?"

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"Mm mm. They call her a Buick. She came along with a few other people from the 21st century." Kirk licked his lips. Julian had a faint spice to him, almost. For a second, Kirk wondered if Julian was fully human, a species similar, or a hybrid.

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"21st century, wow," he murmured absently, bending again to taste the captain's neck. "I'm rather fond of the 21st century, myself." The words were nonsense, really. Surely he couldn't be expected to carry on a coherent conversation in this position? He pressed his hips to Kirk's as though to illustrate his point to himself.

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Kirk could forgive him for now, specially feeling the doctor's hardness against his own. His head tilted back as the heat of their bodies started to fog the cool metal of the car. "I'm already feeling something I'm fond of..." He gave a buck of his hips, one hand sliding down to give a little experiment about how firm Julian's ass was while the other hand dug in its nails.

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