James T. Kirk

The Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise used his captainness when it came to his quarters for only one thing: one very large king sized bed. Everything else was regulation, but the bed was a beautifully large bed he had gotten during the refit of the ship back over Sha'Kwai. It was a necessary refit for their quarters because of the other half of the men who slept in it. Bones, unabashedly, was a sprawler. A very bad one at that, hogging as much of the bed as possible, including Jim and his available limbs. A king bed, at least, had solved the fact that Bones would sprawl out so much he ended up on the floor more than once. Even so, sometimes Bones still ended up on his half of the bed.

So when Jim got to wake up and streeeetch like a cat, spreading himself out on the bed and didn't have to shove his CMO's heavy weight off of him, didn't knock into Bones because Bones always put his damn cold feet on his warm skin, didn't have a nice warm body to nuzzle into...

It woke him up, and he stared at a very unfamiliar ceiling as he tried to figure out all those didn'ts.

He sat up, looking to Bones' normal side of the bed. Okay, it was missing entirely. He wasn't even in his bed. In fact, he seemed to be very much alone. Waking up with someone was something he had gotten oddly used to, more quickly than he would have expected, so he pouted a little at being all cold and alone under the sheets.

Jim stretched out again, this time with more purpose. Then paused as something dark flashed out of the corner of his eye. There was a very familiar tattoo on the back of his hand.

Jim threw off the covers and looked down at his body, his own deliciously familiar correct body, and grinned as hard as he could. As quick as a wink, knowing now exactly where and who and what, he stripped down until he was nude and went dashing through the actor's shared suite.

He only stopped for a second at seeing a very determined Spock go running through at the same time, but instead he was heading out. Jim had a real good idea of just where he was going, and said a quick wish of luck in Zach's direction before his grin returned and he snuck into the other bedroom.

There was Bones, or who he sure as hell hoped was Bones, sprawled out completely covering the bed. Jim rubbed his hands greedily and slipped onto the bed, tugging at the covers, grinning at the scowl that came with the release of body heat, and replaced it with his own as he nuzzled behind Bones' ear. "Wake up, Bones."

The idea was simple. Very simple.

It involved no clothing.

It involved two well placed ribbons.

It involved two men.

It involved a large bed.

It involved a single comm.

Hey, Spock, bored as fuck. Wanna play some chess? My quarters. Even got the replicator to make some Vulcan veggie-meals.

Kirk wasn't entirely sure what the night was going to end up like, but he had some ideas if the party was to say anything. The fact that Bill had agreed to a dinner date at all, when Kirk gave him a definite out on it, was a very pleasant surprise. The way the actor had come straight onto him, even a bit more strongly then Jim himself, and how he had been oh-so-happy to continue once Kirk had known the truth? Fuck, that had been hot.

He wondered how much Jim and Bill differed, if at all. After all, if Bill had acted as Jim all that time...

It reminded him of what Leonard had mentioned in their communications before the Buick had brought the three to the ship. About how someone had acted as him... someone named Chris Pine.

Kirk glanced over his shoulder and rubbed his chin. He had ordered up from the galley, remembering some mention about Bill being... what the hell was it called? Kosher, he was pretty sure. Or was it vegetarian? Kosher required looking up in the end so he knew what it was, and ordered with a bit of a wariness he hadn't expected. How someone could live with guidelines on food like that he had no idea, but after actually looking into it found out it was some sort of religious (cultural?) thing. Which of the two he wasn't entirely sure, but hoped like hell dinner met whatever restrictions Bill put on himself.

Looking back to the console, he saw he still had a bit of time. So he tapped a finger beside the screen, then started to type. How on earth the ship's computers had hooked up through time and space to the 21st century he had no idea, but the whole system reminded him of the galactic network. So, with a bit of an anxious feeling, he pulled up the search page.

Actor: Chris Pine

It pulled up a huge amount of results, making Kirk bite his lip. Did he really want to see this? Some other guy who, if the similarities between Jim and Bill could said anything, would look just like him? He hesitated over the links, licked the lip he had just bitten, and clicked images first.

A few clicks later on the very first image had him stunned. "...Fuck." Kirk breathed out, staring down at the image. It was like looking in the mirror. He actually reached out and ghosted his fingers across the screen, completely stunned. There was no way they could have an image of him from so long ago, so it wasn't a mistake. There was a man from two centuries ago that looked just like him.

As Kirk stared at the Wikipedia page for Chris Pine, he completely lost track of the time.

I found this 'meme' floating around and well, I just had to take it. Some of it had even me confused/wincing/laughing. I believe that more of the crew should take it. Bones in particular. And Spock. For Science.

( The Sex Kink Meme )

Communication to All

Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!

( [BRIEF OOC] )

Seriously, is anyone at all surprised?

( The Lovers Test )