kirktastic | Entries tagged with this will lead to sexy times

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.

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."

Current Location: Actor's Suite

When they woke up in the morning, Jim was alone in bed. Jim only briefly thought of it, of the lovely lady that they had ravaged (and ravaged right back, wondered if he could convince Bones to do this again) and wondering where Bones was. Otherwise, he felt damn good. Hungry, thirsty, but good. He took a slow deep breath on the salty air that came from the open windows and grinned up at the ceiling. Felt good to be alive. At least, for now.

Jim slid out of the bed and stretched out the length of him, nose wrinkling at the feeling of seriously, seriously needing a shower. He scratched at his stomach and grabbed a purple-hued fruit from the basket that was gratefully replenished by their Vulcan hosts every so often. He bit into it - sweet, a hint sour, all around good - as he went into the bathroom.

One fruitless-pit and a shower later, Jim was actually beginning to wonder where Bones was. He wandered over to the console in their room, just a towel draped around his shoulders to catch drips from his hair, and typed into it.

Much to his surprise, there was a notice saying that the trial was postponed due to a epidemic going around. With some further investigation, Jim almost couldn't believe it. It mentioned a spreading-wide epidemic of sorts... all involving sex. Huh... explains something or other. He felt fine for now, though. Maybe it was a 24 hour bug, but the Vulcans had to be freaking out. Jim just laughed. We probably sexed it out of ourselves. There was pride in that.

The weight of the day suddenly lifted with the idea that they weren't going to the trial again today, pushing it into the back of his mind in the only way he could deal without having to be constantly stressed about it. Jim grabbed some loose clothing, debating on the idea of shooting Bones a comm to find out if he wanted to get some real breakfast when the buzzer rang.

Definitely not Bones then. Jim walked over to the door, grabbing one of the multitude of what looked like pop bottles on the table. It was getting warm, but right now it was better than water. He popped the top as he opened the door, taking a sip.

Shit! He nearly spit it out when he saw who their visitor was. "...Sam."

(OOC: You get a warning. If you don't want to read this sort of stuff, you don't have to. Sex-pop, Jim/Bones/Sam. You get the idea.)

Current Location: NVC

The dream was only a vague memory as consciousness pulled at his mind, but what it left behind was neither vague nor unfamiliar. Kirk half-smiled in his not quite conscious state, shifting in the warmth of his bed. Under the covers, burrowed down in where it was warm, soft, and comfy after a night of sleeping. He could feel Bones against his back, and from the sound of his breath... mmm...

Slowly he slipped a hand down along his body - if he could, and he usually could, he slept in the nude - until he was scratching lightly at the dusting of golden hair along his lower stomach. Finally his fingers brushed his cock as it throbbed, pulsing slowly with the mostly forgotten dream. He took a deep breath in, letting his fingers curl and just give a lazy squeeze. The breath was released faster then its motion in, a stutter in its smoothness.

His motions were languid, letting him take his sweet time, enjoy the feeling. Morning wank, before the shit of the day settled into his mind... had been a while. Just the old familiar feeling of his hand that knew just how to move, just what he liked... with the warmth of Bones asleep at his back, the feeling of his breath by his neck...

He breathed out a moan, hand opening, fingers spreading, as it slid down the shaft. At the base, he let them flare downwards, caressing curls of hair and the looser skin of his balls. He let his fingers cup there, rolling once, before traveling back up again.

"Mmm..."

Current Location: Kirk and Bones' Quarters

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.

Current Location: Kirk's Quarters

Kirk was laying back on his bed, wearing a pair of sweat pants and not a lot else.

Well, he knew what he wanted. The idea of mind-blowing sex followed by talking? That sounded like a plan.