kirktastic | [NCC-1701 DEN OF SIN] -- [Special Rules, Open All, OOC Character Moment!]

Rules: - simple and easy.

1) Unless you obviously already have an agreement or something going with another character, please ask before you post under their thread wanting to have sexy times. THIS INCLUDES PEOPLE FROM OUTSIDE THE RP AS WELL! If you aren't part of our group but want to have some fun sexy times with a character... well, shoot them a PM! Within the group, please do the same as a courtesy.
2) Don't be discouraged, upset, or anything similar if someone doesn't want to sex up with your character. Just reply to their PM with a 'no thanks' if you really don't want to for whatever reason. They could be too overwhelmed with other threads, or wanting to concentrate on one, or just don't have time to take more than one thread. Don't take it personally, please.
3) Post down below with your name AND your location in the subject of the thread if you want to be somewhere specific (like Jim will be specifically on the bridge) and change it for anyone who comes by. That way, its the absolute easiest way to find someone, track someone, gloss over someone, whatever.
4) If you're going to be doing something that COULD squick someone, please mark it with a warning in the subject of the comment. Just a courtesy thing!
5) Talk to someone before sliding into a multi-person scene. Don't just interrupt without making sure you're wanted.

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There was a twinge in Sam's right leg and he reached down to scratch it. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jim. He sat up, put his padd down, and turned to face his brother.

"Hello."

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"Sam." He moved over, sitting down in the co-pilot's seat. The irony of their positioning didn't escape him.

"We need to... talk."

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"What is it?" he asked.

Sam was infinitely afraid of the answer to his question. The look in Jim's eyes read 'murder', and it would surprise Sam if that was far off from the truth of things.

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"...I had a little talk with Bones." He leaned forward in his seat, eyes narrowed. "I'd like to know why you're even touching him."

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"I'm touching him because I want to. Because he wanted me to," Sam leaned back in his chair, trying to put on an air of confidence.

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"He's not yours to touch." No thinly veiled threat. His fingers curled at his side, staring his brother straight in the eyes.

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"He doesn't belong to you," Sam said, trying not to glance at the tensing fist. "If he did, he would have told me so before he kissed me."

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Jim was up in his face a second later, fingers grabbing roughly into Sam's shirt. "I bet you encouraged every fucking second of it. Bones isn't like that..."

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Sam winced when Jim grabbed his shirt, then resumed his cool act.

"After he kissed me first? Of course I encouraged it, not that I had to do much encouraging."

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He couldn't resist the shake of Sam's body, "You have no right. You know him and I are together. What the fuck Sam? I'd expect it from someone else, MAYBE but you? Why...!?"

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"It just happened," Sam tried to explain. He didn't make any move to free himself from his brother, accepting that whatever came to him, he probably deserved. "What I don't get is why you have a problem with it."

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"Why!?" Jim pulled up, anger giving him the strength to haul up the other man up to his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why! You're my brother, you don't do that sort of shit!"

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"You don't know what the fuck I do because I'm a miserable son of a bitch!" Sam said. He found his feet, weary of seeming weak in front of his brother. "You fuck around on him all the time. Why can't he?"

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His fingers curled into a fist. "You have no fucking clue about us, Sam. You DON'T! Don't talk shit about what you don't know!" He drove his fist towards Sam's chest, almost sloppy in his anger.

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The punch hit its target, but Sam was too close for Jim to build up the full power he needed. It was still, however, enough to knock the air out of his lungs.

Sam lunged forward, pushing Jim to the ground. Once he had him there, he had no clue what to do with him. His ribs hurt to bad to do much fighting, so Sam quickly moved to pin Jim down.

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Jim twisted hard under Sam's hands, wanting at him right now. He snarled low, bucking upwards under his brother. It was almost instinct, the need to fight.

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Sam brought more of his weight down on his struggling brother. For once he was thankful to be just that little bit larger than his brother.

He pressed back against Jim's hips, laying almost completely down on top of his brother. Sam couldn't remember the last time they had been this close. It was strange that it should happen in these circumstances. What stood out in his mind was that somewhere between being pulled out of the chair by his shirt and tackling Jim, he'd started to get hard.

And that was all his mind could grasp. The ache of his ribs and the quiet need sitting in his stomach. Without another thought, Sam closed the gap and captured Jim's mouth for a kiss.

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...

What?

Jim's mind wasn't catching up just yet. He was under Sam, who suddenly felt a million times heavier. Sam's mouth was pressed against his in a rough kiss. He could feel Sam's stubble. Sam's hips were pressed hard against his, bruisingly hard, and he could feel Sam against him.

Sam was hard.

Kissing him.

He froze.

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He felt Jim freeze underneath him. At this point, there was nothing further that he could do to piss Jim off or make this any weirder, so Sam relinquished control to his instincts. He rubbed himself against Jim a little, the friction and the excitement making him harder by the minute. Sam pulled away from Jim's mouth for a moment to gulp down fresh air, then picked up where he had left off thrusting his tongue into Jim's mouth.

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When Sam came back for more, it exploded all in Jim. Anger, heat, need, jealousy. Sam was touching Bones, using him right now. He could barely breathe as Sam pressed more against him.

So why the fuck was he getting hard?

This was SAM of all people! His big brother. Oh fuck, Oh Fuck, oh FUCK. He arched again, even as he pressed their mouths harder together.

Like he wasn't already going to hell...

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Jim was still tense beneath him, but somewhere it registered that he was now kissing him back. It was a hot and angry kiss, all lips, tongue, teeth, and gasping for air.

Sam let go of one of Jim's hands so that he could cup the bulge of Jim's cock through his pants. He waited to see how Jim would react.

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Jim's entire body shuddered, his mind racing in tiny fast-paced circles that went no where at all. He pressed into that hand, mostly on instinct. His free hand twisted up and grasped a handful of Sam's hair, nothing gentle about anything he was doing. Jim could express himself physically better than verbally any day.

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He was harder than Sam had thought he would be. Sam fumbled with the closure of Jim's pants as they continued the kiss. The hand pulling a fistful of his hair only spurred him on to push his hand into Jim's pants and grip his cock.

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No, fuck no.. ahhh! Jim arched up hard with a shuddering breath, moving his mouth and biting hard on Sam's lower lip in retribution. He was shaking just a little, too many emotions too many feelings both physical and mental racing through him.

His hand tightened more on Sam's hair, the other leaving Sam's and scraping down his back.

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Sam spread his legs to straddle Jim. The gentle pain of Jim scraping at his back only heightened the moment. Thoughts of lust and pain clouded his mind.

Carefully, he drew his brother's cock out of his pants. Sam pulled back from Jim for a moment to catch his breath and wait for approval.