James T. Kirk

Keenser stared at Kirk in a way that suggested he thought Kirk was a very special type of idiot. "Four feet, four inches." He corrected, dryly. "Doesn't matter when you're on your back, though," he pointed out reasonably.

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Well, Keenser was a very special type of ...tree.

"Sorry, just not every day you learn that someone you didn't think did actually does have sex," He laughed, eyes bright. "So where are they?"

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Keenser shot a 'what the hell' glance at Scott. Wordlessly, he removed his left glove and pushed up his sleeve. Palm up, he bared the smooth underside of his forearm for scrutiny. His pollen slit was barely visible as a thin, tight seam in the smooth, leathery bark that ran from the base of his wrist to his mid-forearm, roughly an inch and a half from the crease of his inner elbow.

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Scotty just glanced over at Keenser and sheepishly smiled at the what the hell. "Settle your curiosity, Captain?"

He glanced down at the exposed slit, and started to flush again. Damn his face, it always betrayed him. Right now, he was starting to feel a little giddy.

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Kirk leaned in close to check out the slit, interested. Well fuck him running... "So does that mean you're female?" he asked curiously of Keenser, brows shooting up. It looked too thin for a dick to get in th--

Well, Scotty... maybe the man didn't have much? Or maybe it was all about rubbing?

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Scotty just dropped his jaw and was flabbergasted. He flipped over to check Keenser's face. Yep, there was the "You moron" face again.

"Anybody bother to teach you manners, you lout? For the record, Keenser is genderless and prefers male pronouns." Scotty turned to address Keenser. "Sorry." A quick peck on the lips for all the trouble the captain put them through.

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"Pollen slits aren't like penises or vaginas. They're their own thing." Keenser explained, with the long-suffering air of one all too used to explaining his own basic biology to satisfy idle curiosity.

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Kirk waved a hand, speaking to Scotty, "It's called I'm learning. I saw the skill in him, enough to ask him to be part of my crew. Genderless, huh? Interesting. Always said 'he', I didn't want to be using the wrong thing."

He grinned to Scotty, "No, no one taught me manners. You gonna teach me?" He almost purred it. "Maybe you, Keen?"

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Scotty just rolled his eyes. "What, do you want me to?"

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Keenser tilted his chin at a distinctly sarcastic angle. "What if I actually was female?" he asked. "Seems like the kind of thing you should find out. Earlier than eight months down the line, I mean."

He shot a sly, crafty look at Scott, and said, exaggeratedly offhand, "Unless you were waiting for a... personal examination"

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Scotty shot a You're sure you want to fuck him? look to Keenser.

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Keenser shrugged. I'm in if you are, he shot back.

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Well, he is attractive for an ass, you know? Scotty blinked twice innocently.

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Keenser smirked, then made a not bad, I guess. face. After an exaggerated moment of contemplation, he ran an appreciative gaze over first Scott, then Kirk. Not bad, he repeated the look.

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What are you thinking? Scotty furrowed his brow.

Then he leaned in and prepared to give Keenser a proper kiss.

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Keenser's grin turned wicked as he accepted the kiss, keeping it hard and deep, but brief. Breaking the kiss, but keeping the proximity (because damnit, it felt nice), he shot a challenging look over at Kirk. Well? he seemed to say.

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It was like listening to half a conversation. He couldn't read Keenser's face like he could a human's. He didn't understand it, but he was curious to learn.

The kiss was actually a surprise. Kirk leaned back, watching them both. "So, am I getting a demonstration?"

Not exactly how he expected to spend his evening. Not that he was complaining.

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Scotty just rolled his eyes again, and with a Oh come on grabbed a hold of Kirk's arm and tugged lightly.

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With a small laugh, Kirk let himself be pulled forward. He looked over the older man, at his completely alien boyfriend, and just... grinned. Should be a fun night. He leaned in, but looked to Keenser. Was the little tree-man really okay with this?

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Keenser wrapped his hand around Kirk's other arm, and rubbed his thumb lewdly up the inside of Kirk's wrist. Shooting a heated glance at Scott, he stretched up to claim Kirk's mouth in a heated kiss.

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Scotty chuckled and quietly pulled Keenser's glove off as carefully as he could.

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It was a new level in weird-alien-sex bingo for sure. He was suddenly being kissed, which was a point in the 'this could be hot' book because Keenser took the initiative. The mouth against his was definitely rough, definitely like... well, bark.

Cooler bark. Warmer than a tree, but cooler than skin. It was an all together weird sort of sensation, the fact that the tree was alive and determined to kiss him. Kirk used his lips, the tip of his tongue to ... test. Learning a little more physically about Keenser as his hands were caught - one by Scotty at the arm, the other by Keenser at the wrist with an oddly Spock-like-touch at the wrist.

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Kissing Kirk was different from kissing Scott. There was a sweetness to Scott's kisses, and a curiosity to Kirk's. The Captain kissed like he was exploring, like he wanted to map out Keenser's mouth the way he mapped out uncharted space.

He was acutely conscious of Scott's eyes on them, and he shivered, both at the heat of that gaze, and the delicious slide of glove and sleeve that left him totally naked, with both pollen slits exposed to warm air and scrutiny.

Keenser gently ended the kiss, giving Kirk's captured wrist another stroke, and looked up at Scott. "Your turn," he invited.

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Scotty just smiled and stroked a pollen slit quietly before dragging Kirk over by the arm and giving him a kiss.

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