Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2009-08-17 07:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | star trek fic hotm, star trek fic kirk/mccoy |
Star Trek fic: The Best of It [Kirk/McCoy, adult]
Title: The Best of It
Author: celandineb
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: adult
Length: 3391 words
Warnings: masturbation, quasi-first-time sex
Summary: With a little effort, Kirk finds an opportunity to spend time with McCoy.
Note: Twelfth in the "Heart of the Matter" series. I'm sorry it's been so long since the last update; RL is eating my lunch just now.
Figuring out when and where he and McCoy could have sex again was not easy, but neither was it as bad as Kirk had feared it might be.
He broke the problem down into pieces, of course, and dealt with the when first. Mostly they both had evenings free, but sometimes McCoy had to work at the clinic. Same with weekends; usually McCoy had a clinic shift one day or the other, and Kirk had the advanced hand-to-hand combat class on Sunday afternoons, plus Xenolinguistics club meetings every other Sunday, including the one upcoming. So evenings and weekends were unpredictable.
Daytime was a possibility, though. Maybe a better one. Kirk considered it, pulling up both McCoy's schedule and his own and comparing them. Neither of them had a class on Wednesday afternoons between one-thirty and three, nor Thursday morning before ten. Kirk hummed to himself.
Technically he shouldn't have accessed the information about their roommates' schedules, but the security on that part of the computer network wasn't very strong. Besides, he was only doing it because it was faster than asking – it wasn't as if either of them would refuse to tell him, Kirk was certain of that. He superimposed the four schedules on a single weekly calendar and looked at the results.
Bingo.
Thursday morning both Sidhu and Matthews had classes beginning at eight and lasting all the way until lunch. Eight to ten Thursday morning – well, not quite ten, they'd have to allow time to get to their own classes – might not be the ideal time, but it was the only opportunity they had unless one of their roommates was gone all one evening, and that was too catch-as-catch-can, Kirk thought impatiently. The alternative on Wednesday afternoon wasn't as long of a window, plus it would require finding a place, since Sidhu had a class until two, and Matthews one that began at two-thirty, which meant that both rooms would be occupied during part of that putatively available time.
Kirk muttered under his breath over the complexity of Starfleet Academy class scheduling. Why did different tracks have different course meeting times, anyhow? Oh, well, at least he'd found something that they could count on, time-wise, and only two days away. He sent a message to McCoy detailing what he'd worked out, and asking if McCoy cared which of their rooms they used. His guess was that McCoy would prefer his own, but it seemed polite to ask.
Knowing that McCoy didn't usually get immediate notification of messages unless they were marked both medical and urgent, since he didn't like interruptions when he was studying, Kirk turned off his PADD and stretched.
"Gonna shower," he said to Sidhu, who nodded absently without looking up.
Long, hot showers were a luxury Kirk knew he'd miss once he was on a ship; they were far too wasteful of water that then had to be recycled. For now, though, he enjoyed them. They were also his usual place for jacking off in private, which he did most days even if he anticipated having sex that day. He felt that his brain worked better, more quickly, after a good satisfying orgasm, and it always relaxed him.
Today he let himself think ahead with pleasure to Thursday as he ran his hand along his dick and felt it harden under his touch. He didn't need any lube; the water was sufficient and anyhow he liked a bit of friction.
Yes. Kirk leaned against the cold wall and raised his chin, his hips rocking slightly as he thrust into his fist. He could almost feel McCoy tight and slick around him, and lifted his left hand as if to caress a body that was not there.
Would he be able to see McCoy's face when they were fucking, he wondered. When he'd fucked women in the ass, it had been doggy style, but he knew that it ought to be possible if maybe awkward for the two of them to face each other, and he decided that he wanted that, if McCoy was willing. Imagining the expression on McCoy's face then, Kirk came, semen gouting onto the side of the shower, only to be rinsed down the drain. He leaned in relaxation against the wall for a moment longer before hastily washing hair and body and stepping out to towel off.
His usual classes and activities filled that day and the next, during which he saw McCoy only for a few minutes in passing, just long enough to wonder if McCoy was anticipating Thursday morning as much as he himself was. McCoy didn't give much of a clue in his expression, and when a group of cadets went out drinking on Wednesday night, he left after only one drink, as Kirk learned when he realized that McCoy was gone and asked Cadet Baden if she'd seen him.
Kirk didn't understand it, but he consoled himself with remembering that they would meet in the morning in McCoy's room. He stayed for another couple of rounds and nearly got into a fight with a townie who called him "pretty boy," but both his friends and the other man's intervened. Probably to the good, that, since it was always a little embarrassing to have to go get McCoy to patch him up.
Instead he was at McCoy's dorm at eight o'clock, as agreed, with wholly unwelcome butterflies in his stomach as he walked up the stairs to McCoy's room.
"Hi."
"Hi." Kirk stared at McCoy's freshly-shaven face, noting that he'd missed a spot at the angle of his left jawbone.
"Come in," said McCoy, his voice dry, and Kirk pulled his thoughts together enough to step into the room, letting the door close behind him.
He had skipped breakfast, and now his stomach gurgled. McCoy gave a half-grin and a chuckle, breaking the tension.
"Sit down," he said, doing so himself on the edge of his bed.
Kirk followed, and then they were kissing, slow soft kisses that put him in mind of his junior high school girlfriend, Melinda, who had liked to kiss very much, but never let Kirk's go below her waist. Just to remind himself that he could, Kirk dropped a hand to McCoy's ass and squeezed it, garnering an answering squeeze from McCoy, who then broke off the kiss to say, "Impatient, Jim?"
Kirk grinned at him. "We've only got two hours. I don't want to waste any of it."
McCoy snorted. "Just so you remember that I'm a doctor, not a lump of dough to be kneaded."
"Too firm to be dough," Kirk assured him, groping his ass once more. He thought about adding, "But I need you," but hesitated long enough that it seemed awkward.
They fell to kissing again, this time lying down, their shoes kicked off, undressing each other bit by bit between kisses until they were both completely naked. Kirk traced the line of hair downward from McCoy's navel to his dick, and McCoy gave a groan low in his throat as Kirk stroked him.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me," he growled, a comment which went straight to Kirk's own cock, already hard and leaking just a bit of pre-come.
Kirk's mouth was dry. He swallowed. "Yeah."
"Have you ever...?" A shadow of worry lurked in McCoy's eyes.
"With women, you mean? A few times." Kirk took a breath. "You have lube?"
"On the table there."
Kirk stretched to grab the bottle, glancing at the label. Slippery Stuff, it was called. He shrugged and put a drop on his finger, smelling and then tasting it. It didn't taste like much at all, which was good. He hated the kind that had artificial fruit scent or flavor.
"Let me."
Kirk was a little hurt that McCoy didn't seem to think Kirk would know what to do, but on the other hand, he didn't want to make any mistakes, either, so he handed the bottle over and watched with fascination as McCoy began to lube his own ass. Something about the expression of concentration on McCoy's face, the way that his eyelids fluttered shut and his tongue swiped along his bottom lip as he pressed in a second finger, made Kirk want to pull those fingers away and put his dick in immediately. He didn't, of course, only watched and idly stroked himself as he waited for McCoy to say that he was finished.
Finally McCoy stopped and looked at Kirk. "Ready if you are."
"Hell yes. Can we do it face-to-face?"
McCoy seemed surprised by the request, although whether the surprise was because Kirk wanted to see him or because McCoy had assumed that would be the case, Kirk didn't know. In any event, McCoy rolled onto his back, drawing his knees up and grabbing them.
"Hurry up, kid, we ain't got all day."
"You think that's news?" He was already scrambling to position himself, putting the head of his dick against McCoy's asshole, resting there for a moment while he belatedly dribbled on a little more lube to ease the way.
It was better than he'd imagined, he decided as he pressed slowly in until every inch was embraced by McCoy's hot ass. Tighter than almost any cunt he'd ever tried, and slick with the lube though there was just the amount of friction that Kirk liked as he pulled back and then pushed in again at a slightly different angle.
On about the eighth or ninth thrust he felt McCoy relax a little bit, and several thrusts after that McCoy groaned and Kirk knew he'd hit the sweet spot. He thrust a little faster, his hands braced on either side of McCoy's shoulders, and leaned in to kiss McCoy, who opened his mouth to let his lips and tongue suck at Kirk's, echoing the way that his ass seemed to suck at Kirk's dick.
"It's okay?" Kirk asked when he had the use of his mouth once more, and McCoy chuckled.
"You might say that. I'd choose a stronger word, myself."
Kirk flashed him a smirk. "I'd hate to think I wasn't living up to my reputation."
"I'd say you were, all right. But you could move a little faster."
Kirk was happy to accede to that, and pumped his hips faster, the slip and clutch of McCoy's ass around his dick as fantastic a thing as he'd felt in a very long time. McCoy met his every thrust, grunting and sweating, although when Kirk glanced down between their bodies he confirmed what he thought he'd felt, that McCoy's cock had softened considerably as Kirk fucked him. Still, McCoy was clearly enjoying it very much, so Kirk didn't worry about that. He just kept on fucking at the pace McCoy seemed to want, hard and fast, and when McCoy let go of one knee to grab Kirk's ass and pull him closer, Kirk went along with that too, thrusting as deeply as he could. The thought crossed his mind that it might be too rough, that he might injure McCoy, but he guessed he had to trust him to know what he wanted.
"Fuck – yes – Jim," McCoy gasped.His fingers dug into the skin of Kirk's ass, and Kirk felt the spasm of orgasm triggered. He pumped a last few times to milk out the last of his come, then pulled out and reached for McCoy's dick.
"Suck me?" McCoy whispered with a touch to Kirk's head.
Kirk nodded and bent down to take a long lick. McCoy's cock was hardening again rapidly, and when Kirk sucked at the head, McCoy whimpered. Kirk didn't try to tease him, but licked and stroked the base with his fingers until McCoy had unloaded into his mouth. He pulled away to swallow but went back to lap up the last drops.
McCoy was tugging at him, urging him up, and Kirk let himself be drawn until they were lying chest to chest. His dick and thighs were smeared and sticky with come and lube but McCoy didn't seem to care. He smiled at Kirk, then gave him a deliberate kiss.
"I guess it must be native talent," he said.
"The fact that I'm a genius in bed as well as out of it? It's not as if I haven't had plenty of practice," Kirk pointed out.
"It's not quite the same as with girls, though. Is it?" McCoy looked at Kirk narrowly.
Kirk thought about it. "A lot of it's pretty similar... I don't know, I guess it was sort of different, too."
"Very profound, Jim. It's similar yet different. Your logic teacher would be proud."
"Fuck you." But Kirk said it with a smile, too recently satiated to muster up the energy to take umbrage.
"I believe you just did." McCoy yawned, his teeth gleaming white."'Scuse me. Surely even the renowned Jim Kirk can't be ready again quite that fast?"
"Mm. Not quite," Kirk admitted. He squinted to see the time. A few minutes past nine, which meant not really enough time for a second round after all. He supposed they should get dressed, switch the ventilation to high, and make McCoy's bed, which had been made before Kirk arrived but had become noticeably disarranged by their activities. "Want to take a shower?"
"Together? There's hardly room for two," McCoy said.
"I don't mind a little crowding if you don't. I'll wash your back," offered Kirk with a grin. "And other bits, if you like."
McCoy snorted. "I bet you will. All right, let's try it then."
The shower was indeed crowded with two, but that only made it more enjoyable, Kirk thought, reaching with the bar of soap to wash whatever of himself and McCoy he could, then passing the soap to McCoy to do likewise. They ended up fairly clean. Kirk by then could have been up for another go, if there'd been time, but he determinedly thought about other things instead.
Still damp, his towel tucked around his waist, McCoy rubbed absently at his chin.
"You shaved already," said Kirk.
"Habit." McCoy looked in the mirror above the sink. "Besides, looks like I missed a spot." He picked up his razor and carefully drew it along his jaw. "That should do it."
Kirk had slid back into his uniform while McCoy touched up his shave, which allowed him to watch while McCoy dressed. Perhaps that wasn't entirely a good idea, since he found himself wanting to strip McCoy's clothes right back off. He didn't, but he </i>wanted</i> to.
"Hey." Kirk cleared his throat. "When..."
"Maybe tomorrow night," McCoy interrupted. "I think Matthews has a night lab off at one of the big observatories, if it's not cloudy there. How about I send a message to let you know? I might not find out till he actually leaves for it though."
"I was thinking of going out to one of the bars," Kirk said dubiously.
"Then you won't know if you can come over, will you? You never hear your calls if you're there. Too noisy even if you leave the sound on." McCoy's eyes caught Kirk's, the level gaze challenging.
It wasn't as though he didn't go out most nights, and he wasn't intending to pick up any women, anyhow. He could get some course work done, maybe skim through Pike's dissertation with an eye to that research paper.
"If you find out earlier, you'll let me know? But I'll wait to hear from you, at least till nine or ten," Kirk conceded. Better a chance to get together with McCoy than a definite night out with the crowd – and when had that shift in his thinking taken place? Suddenly Kirk was glad it was almost time for his class, that he wouldn't see McCoy again until that evening at soonest, because his reactions were making him feel unbalanced and he needed to figure out how to get back onto an even keel.
Kirk didn't particularly enjoy introspection. Basically he considered it a waste of time, preferring to concentrate his energies on solving problems that were more evident and more pressing than straightening out his own tangled thoughts. Yet it niggled at him, why he wanted so badly to keep having sex with McCoy, when for the last few years almost all of his encounters had been one night stands, with only a handful of even second encounters with any given partner. It wasn't that the sex was so wonderful; well, it was pretty amazing, but it wasn't as if he hadn't had some fantastic sex in the past, and it hadn't elicited this kind of response. Nor was it the fact that McCoy was another man, Kirk was pretty sure of that. Novelty alone didn't fascinate him for that long. He'd been with a few alien women and those encounters had been enjoyable, but he hadn't felt compelled to seek them out repeatedly.
By evening, when he was heading for the cafeteria where he hoped to see McCoy, Kirk had decided that it must simply be the fact of their existing friendship that caused him to want to be with McCoy more than any other sexual partner he'd ever had. Hell, even before he'd found out that McCoy was attracted to him, and realized that he might return the feeling, Kirk had always wanted to spend time with McCoy when he could manage it. In retrospect their weekly lunches looked almost like a standing date.
Tray in hand, Kirk looked around the crowded dining room. Finally he spotted McCoy sitting with some of their other friends. There were a couple of empty seats there, so Kirk threaded his way through the tables and sank into a chair opposite McCoy.
A chorus of hellos greeted him before the conversation returned to a discussion of what assignments each of them hoped for next spring, once they had graduated. Kirk had heard it all before and concentrated on both eating and not staring too obviously at McCoy.
"The doc wants to stay here on Earth, don't you?" Sharpe said.
When McCoy replied, "I don't know. Maybe a ship assignment wouldn't be so bad after all," Kirk looked up. McCoy was tracing patterns with his fork in the remaining dribbles of gravy on his plate. "I've worked hard to get over my aviophobia; it seems like I should take advantage of that. Not as if staying planetside would keep me from having to take shuttles now and again anyhow."
"Good for you," said Baden, a husky blonde on the pilot-training track. "I've always wondered, is there some physiological explanation for a phobia like that, or is it strictly psychological?"
McCoy lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "It can be either one. Inner ear problems that cause dizziness can be exacerbated in flight, but a lot of folks without any balance issues find flying traumatic too."
"Well, I'm glad it's never been a problem for me," said Baden firmly. She set her empty milk glass on her tray and stood up. "I'm down for simulator practice this evening. See you guys later."
Slowly the table emptied, until only Kirk and McCoy were left.
"You meant that, didn't you?" Kirk restrained himself from reaching across the table and grab McCoy's hand. No public displays of affection, not until and unless McCoy gave the thumbs-up on those. "About accepting a ship assignment."
"No, I just said it for laughs." McCoy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I meant it. There's nothing much for me here on Earth, after all. Jocelyn isn't likely ever to make it easier for me to see Joanna, or even speak with her very often, and I can transmit letters just as easily from a ship. She won't get handwritten ones, but..." He shrugged.
"You could pick up souvenirs for her on the different planets you visit," Kirk offered.
"That's true." McCoy sighed. "There's no ideal perfect, really, but since it's likely that I'll end up on shipboard even if I put down a preference for a planetside post, I might as well make the best of it." His eyes looked almost green as he glanced up at Kirk and added softly, "Being on the same ship as you – that would be the best of it."
"I think so, too," Kirk said, ignoring a stab of worry that the odds were against that outcome.
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