James T. Kirk (
kirktastic) wrote2010-12-05 06:05 pm
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[Spending Time Together] -- [Jim and Bones] -- [Risa]
Jim was a beach bum, or at least, he was while he was on Risa. He spend as much time as he could in the sun on the beach, spread out in the sand and nuzzled into a towel or ignoring wet sand against his back from a swim in the ocean. It was like trying to rapidly get as much as possible, soaking it up into his skin so it would last as long as possible when he went back up into space. Even if he couldn't tan properly like he had mentioned to Jana, at least he could get a golden hue to his skin, bleach golden hair a lighter shade.
That's where he was now, his eyes closed as he snuggled down into the sand, head pillowed by his folded arms. The tide played with his toes, and soon he'd have to move, but not yet, not while he felt this good. Maybe he'd go find Bones and they could make up some dinner, tease each other until they collapsed into bed together.
Sounded like a damn fine day to him.
This was a good time for everyone. His crew got the chance to unwind, to not be their career for just a few weeks and instead be people. Spend some of the money they couldn't for the their five year mission. Hard to believe they were over a year into it, now. A year since he and Bones got together, and despite the bad... wouldn't have taken back that year for anything.
Definitely would prove that to Bones tonight.
That's where he was now, his eyes closed as he snuggled down into the sand, head pillowed by his folded arms. The tide played with his toes, and soon he'd have to move, but not yet, not while he felt this good. Maybe he'd go find Bones and they could make up some dinner, tease each other until they collapsed into bed together.
Sounded like a damn fine day to him.
This was a good time for everyone. His crew got the chance to unwind, to not be their career for just a few weeks and instead be people. Spend some of the money they couldn't for the their five year mission. Hard to believe they were over a year into it, now. A year since he and Bones got together, and despite the bad... wouldn't have taken back that year for anything.
Definitely would prove that to Bones tonight.
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"Hey beautiful."
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It was a gorgeous cycle, even someone as uncultured in motorcycles could see that it was quality. Despite the availability of hovercycles, the purist in Jim seemed to prefer the wheeled cycles, and Bones appreciated it. The feel of the ground below him gave him a sense of security - at least until Jim started driving at break-neck speeds.
Yet here he was, climbing on the back of Jim's bike. "You got an idea where we're going?"
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They had to pass the town before they could head out toward the mountains, and Bones could see the town's residents and tourists making the change from afternoon activities to night time outings. It really was a magnet for all sorts of species, humanoids (and others).
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They went past some beautiful country as the sun started setting, bathing the whole world in crimson. Jim only flicked on the headlight when he couldn't see anymore, driving deeper and deeper along the solitary road.
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Jim's body was warm, and Bones pulled himself closer. Being here, the smell o the trees and curve of the road filled his head with memories, the best memories. He let his hands slide up and down Jim's torso and he playfully pinched a nipple again as his teeth grazed the back of Jim's neck.
"Feel so good," he murmured into Jim's skin, rubbing himself against Jim's backside.
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Then the canopy broke above them, leaving the stars spread out wide above them. Jim took it as a sign, bringing the cycle to the side of the road and just idling there, tightening his thighs.
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He breathed a sigh of relief when Jim stopped driving. His hands reached around and found Jim's face, twisting his body until he found Jim's mouth and kissed him, deep.
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"Want you... in me... now," he murmured, licking at the inside of Jim's mouth. He was so hard now, putting himself in Jim's hands, whatever Jim wanted to do to him.
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Soft grass under his fingers, he rested his head on the ground, tucking his knees under him and offering himself up to Jim's ministrations.
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Jim looked with reverence over Bones, spreading his palms across Bones' back until he could slide them across firm muscle. He squeezed slowly, using his thumbs to pull the skin away so he could brush the edge of one across the sensitive flesh between. "Shit, Bones..."
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One hand reached for his cock, dangling below him and he grasped it, pulling it slowly.
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"You have any idea how good you look like this?" He pressed the tip of one in, smoothing downwards with the flat of the pad then back in again.
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Trust Jim, he did, with his life and more. Bones pressed back into Jim's hand with a quiet groan.
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His cock twitched at the brush against his prostate and he grasped it harder, slowing the strokes. "...Jim."
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Jim always fucked him good and deep, burying that long cock to the hilt inside him, and every time Bones thought Jim couldn't get any further, he managed to push even deeper.
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The idea shivered down his spine, rubbing a third finger against the other two to get it slick then slowly pressing those fingers into Bones' body, feeling him stretch wide around them.
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But he was ready. He wanted more. "Fuck me."
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"Fuck, Bones..." He leaned forward, knees spread, holding onto Bones' sides to keep himself up.
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Taking a breath, he pushed back, letting Jim know it was okay to move.
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He slid a hand beneath them, wrapping his fingers around Bones and pulling slow, moving in time with himself until he felt Bones shuddering under him, body open and slick against him.
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