Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2009-09-28 08:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | star trek fic hotm, star trek fic kirk/mccoy |
Star Trek fic: More Than Physical [Kirk/McCoy, adult]
Title: More Than Physical
Author: celandineb
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: adult
Length: 3694 words
Warnings: blow job, brief rimming, quasi-first-time
Summary: Kirk follows through on his offer to McCoy, then spends a day alone in Atlanta.
Note: Sixteenth in the "Heart of the Matter" series.
Kirk was kind of bothered by the fact that McCoy asked if he was sure that he wanted McCoy to fuck him. He told himself, though, that it was just McCoy being careful and caring and a little doctor-ly, not that he really thought Kirk didn't mean it. And he could tolerate McCoy being that way, because that was what made him McCoy, after all.
He had to hold on hard to that toleration, though, because McCoy insisted on discussing it, when all Kirk wanted was to get on with things.
"You know that not all men enjoy penetration, right? And that's okay. If you're not enjoying it, tell me, because I don't want to be having a good time if you're lying there going, 'I wish he'd hurry up and finish.' If it actually hurts, tell me right away. I have a basic medical kit with me, but it's really basic. Okay?" He frowned a little at Kirk, who raised his hands to fend off the glare.
"Okay, okay. If it really hurts, I'll tell you, I promise. You're not being very encouraging here, you realize."
McCoy huffed out an impatient breath. "Look, it'll probably be fine. Hell, with my luck you'll like it so well that you'll never want to fuck me anymore. I just want to be on the safe side, that's all."
"I really doubt that's going to happen, even if it's the most fantastic experience of my life," Kirk said. His dick was getting hard just at the recollection of what it felt like to be buried in McCoy's ass. He couldn't imagine never wanting that again.
McCoy started to take off his clothes, but stopped in the act of unzipping his trousers to look speculatively at Kirk.
"What?"
"I was just thinking, do you want to shower together first? The shower's a lot bigger than the ones in cadet quarters."
"Sure." Kirk finished stripping down and, carrying his still half-full glass of whiskey, went into the bathroom to turn on the water.
The hotel provided the standard little bottles of shampoo and so on, he was happy to note, and for a wonder they weren't scented with rose or some other sweet flower, but instead a fragrance that was vaguely herbal, mint or pine or something, he couldn't quite decide. He set the shampoo next to the miniature bar of soap on the soap dish.
"Aren't you ready yet, Bones?" he called out. "I'm getting in."
"Be right there."
Kirk was already in the shower, lathering up, when McCoy pulled the curtain back and joined him.
"Turn it up a little hotter?" he requested.
As Kirk bent to do so, McCoy patted his butt familiarly.
"I definitely agree with those engineering students who voted this as cutest ass at the Academy last year," he commented.
"Well, it's all yours tonight." Kirk straightened and turned so that he could put his arms around McCoy.
"I know." McCoy fastened his mouth to the hollow of Kirk's throat, sucking hard. If he left a mark, Kirk's shirt should cover it... although since Joanna had already guessed at their relationship, it shouldn't really matter. Kirk didn't care anyhow.
He ran his hands up and down McCoy's back, groping his ass a little while he was at it. When McCoy's lips started traveling upward, though, he twisted his head a bit to meet them. It was amazing how much of a turn-on he found McCoy's kisses, heated and hungry, as if he could never get enough. His tongue probed, prodding at Kirk's, practically devouring him.
Kirk shifted his weight, stepping so that his left thigh was thrust between McCoy's legs, rubbing his dick up against McCoy's hip.
McCoy broke off kissing long enough to mutter, "Don't get off too soon, now," but then he bent and bit at Kirk's nipple, and Kirk had to groan, it felt so good. He raised his hand, scrabbling to hold onto something, and clutched at the shower curtain while McCoy continued his downward path, heedless of the water cascading over him.
Though he knew they weren't really, McCoy's lips seemed hotter than the water as they slid around Kirk's dick, sucking just the tip until he was begging for more, futilely trying to thrust as McCoy's hands held his hips steady.
Kirk whimpered as McCoy's tongue lapped at him, curling his fist into the shower curtain in an effort to stay upright. Unexpectedly two of the rings that held the curtain in place snapped open, and Kirk lurched as they gave way.
McCoy felt the movement and rolled his eyes up to see what was happening. He let go of Kirk's dick with a slurping sound and said, "Maybe we'd better take this back to the bed, huh?"
Dazed, Kirk nodded agreement.
They toweled off quickly, just enough so that the sheets would not become soaked and uncomfortable. Kirk spread himself across the bed.
"Where'd you put that lube?" McCoy asked.
"Oh." Kirk got up again and found it in the drawer. "Here."
"Okay. Um." McCoy's throat worked. "I know we've done this in various positions with me on the bottom. Do you have a strong preference for yourself? I think it might be easiest, I'd have the most control, if you're on your hands and knees, but..."
"I'd rather see your face," said Kirk honestly, "but I'll let you decide what you think would be best."
"Maybe we can start out with you kneeling and see how it goes, then switch if that seems feasible," McCoy decided.
"Right." Kirk knelt on the bed, keeping his knees apart to allow McCoy room between his legs. McCoy's hands smoothed gently down his back and over his ass cheeks, parting them. He pressed a kiss to the base of Kirk's spine, mumbling something indistinguishable, and then to his great astonishment Kirk felt McCoy's tongue tracing along his crack and over the pucker of his asshole.
"Fuck!"
McCoy lapped at the spot for a moment, then moved over Kirk's perineum to lick his balls from behind.
Kirk groaned. "Bones, fuck, come on, don't fuck around."
With a chuckle, McCoy gave one last noisy lick to Kirk's ball sac. The mattress shifted as he backed off and reached for the lube.
"This is gonna feel cool," he warned, and Kirk flinched slightly as one gel-slicked fingertip touched his hole, pressing against it until the sphincter relaxed and Kirk felt McCoy's finger entering.
"Okay?" whispered McCoy hoarsely, and Kirk realized he'd stopped breathing.
"Yeah." He let out the breath he'd been holding and tried to resume a normal pattern. "Yeah." It felt strange, but not bad, as McCoy moved, coaxing Kirk's ass to relax and open up for him. When McCoy added more lube and a second finger, Kirk sighed and tentatively pushed back against him, gasping when McCoy's finger brushed over his prostate.
McCoy's other hand stroked his hip and reached for his dick, which Kirk realized was no longer fully hard, but it didn't seem to matter, because all of what McCoy was doing felt so good.
"I'm gonna put one more finger in," McCoy said.
"No." Kirk twisted his head to clear back at McCoy. "Just go ahead and fuck me now. I promise I'll tell you if it hurts."
McCoy looked as though he might demur, but he took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay." His fingers slid out, leaving Kirk feeling strangely empty for a moment while McCoy slicked his cock, but shortly his ass was flexing and the sensation of fullness returned as the head of McCoy's dick pressed into him. Kirk's eyes squeezed shut. It did hurt, just a little bit, more of a stretchy burn though as McCoy pushed all the way inside.
"Hang on," Kirk muttered, and McCoy held still, one hand rubbing circles over Kirk's lower back until Kirk relaxed enough to say, "Okay, you can move now."
"Jim, god, Jim." McCoy's voice broke. He was thrusting slowly, each movement making Kirk shudder with unaccustomed sensations, but most of all with the knowledge that it was McCoy doing this, making him feel as he'd never felt before. A more than physical need and desire for the other man overwhelmed him.
Now that he had relaxed somewhat, it wasn't uncomfortable, and when one of McCoy's thrusts brushed over his prostate, it felt positively good. It really was a different experience altogether, being the person who was fucked rather than the one doing the fucking; he wondered briefly if any woman felt cheated because she could never have the opportunity to try both sides the same way, not without using a dildo, and somehow that didn't seem as if it could be the same. But he was happy, right now, to be passive, relatively speaking, to let McCoy find the same pleasure in Kirk's body as he had already so often found in McCoy's. McCoy was beginning to move a little more erratically now, which Kirk knew meant that he was close to coming. That was all right. Enjoying this though he was, his ass was already starting to feel a little sore from the unaccustomed stretching, and he didn't want to have to tell McCoy to stop.
"Fuck, so tight Jim, so good," McCoy was muttering, clutching at Kirk's hips, burying his dick deeply with every movement.
"Yeah Bones, come on, I wanna feel it, yeah," Kirk encouraged him, and finally McCoy gave one short sharp cry and a final push, and Kirk knew that he must have come although he couldn't feel very much, not until McCoy withdrew and a trickle of warm fluid followed, dripping down Kirk's thighs.
"Are you okay?" McCoy asked, his voice slightly worried. "I was maybe a little rough there toward the end."
"No, it was fine," Kirk assured him. Turning over to give McCoy a grin, he winced slightly as his ass hit the mattress, and McCoy scowled.
"I told you to tell me if it hurt. I should take a look, make sure you're not bleeding or anything."
"If you really must, but it's just a little sore, you know, using muscles that aren't accustomed to that particular exercise." Kirk managed a very sincere grin. "If you're gonna do an examination, I'd rather you examined my dick instead." He took it in his hand and waggled it at McCoy.
"Or you could fuck me, if you wanted?" McCoy raised his eyebrows inquiringly.
"Nah. C'mere and kiss me while you're jerking me off; that's all I want right now."
"Okay. I'll check to make sure you're all right afterward." Then McCoy's hands closed around Kirk's dick, stroking firmly, while his lips and tongue met Kirk's in a fiercely tender kiss.
It wasn't long before Kirk felt his orgasm approaching, and he pulled McCoy closer as it hit and he shot sticky strands of come all over McCoy's hands.
"I," he began, intending to say "I love you" – no, not ready for that – and instead finishing, "It was good, Bones; I can see why you like bottoming, although I don't think I'd want to do it all the time or even most of it, myself." He brushed his lips lightly over McCoy's, and brought their foreheads together.
McCoy exhaled. "I'm glad it was good for you. Another time we can try a face-to-face position, all right?"
Kirk had almost forgotten that that was what he had originally wanted, but he said, "Yes," anyway. And come to think of it, it would be nice to be able to see McCoy's expression while he was fucking, see if it was any different from the one he wore when Kirk was fucking him.
After a little bit, Kirk got up and went to get a spare washcloth to mop up the damp patches they'd created.
"Let me just take a quick look," McCoy ordered him, and, rolling his eyes, Kirk turned around to let McCoy gave him a cursory examination. "Everything seems okay," McCoy said, relief evident in his voice. "No tearing or bleeding, just a little swelling and redness, that's all."
Kirk crawled back into bed. "Bones."
"What?"
"Right at the beginning, you, uh, you licked my ass. I thought you said that was really unhygienic?"
"Yeah." McCoy sounded embarrassed. "It is, and I probably shouldn't have risked it, but you had just showered, and your ass was just too tempting. I couldn't resist. Did it bother you?"
Kirk shook his head. "It surprised me, but it felt really good, actually." Although he had been surprised enough that the memory was already unclear, he could say that with assurance.
"Good." McCoy was quiet for a minute. "Damn. No computer light control in this room, is there?" He rolled over and fumbled to switch off the bedside lamp, then returned to curl up against Kirk, spooning with him. "I'm glad you suggested coming here with me," he murmured, and Kirk reached around awkwardly to pat him.
"Me, too," he said.
At some point when Kirk hadn't been paying attention, maybe when he'd been starting the shower, McCoy had evidently set the alarm, because it went off with a loud jangle at seven-thirty. McCoy had shifted, and now sprawled on his back, snoring, one hand resting on Kirk's leg.
"Bones." Kirk poked him, and McCoy grumbled and muttered and reached to slap the alarm off.
"Gotta shower and grab a bite maybe in that restaurant off the lobby, and then I'm off to pick up Joanna," McCoy said, swinging his feet off the bed and looking very temptingly disheveled, at least in Kirk's opinion, although he knew better than to suggest McCoy do anything that might make him late to meet his daughter.
"Maybe I'll see if the concierge at the desk has any suggestions for tourists," Kirk said lightly, glad to see that McCoy's face brightened to know that Kirk wouldn't be hanging around, bored. "You go have a good time with Joanna, and then we can meet back here to go have dinner?"
McCoy nodded. "That would be great." He brushed a kiss over Kirk's forehead and hurried into the shower. Kirk decided that he would just pull on some clothes so that the two of them could have breakfast together; he would shower and change after McCoy had left.
In the restaurant, McCoy ordered grits along with his eggs. After a bite, however, he pulled a slight face.
"Instant. I should have figured as much. Oh, well." Nevertheless he ate most of the bowlful.
Kirk had eggs and sausages and biscuits. The biscuits were the best he'd ever eaten. He tried a bite of McCoy's grits, and they weren't awful or anything, but he certainly couldn't see why anyone would get excited about them, under any circumstances, even if the non-instant type might be somewhat better.
"I think you have to grow up southern to like grits," McCoy told him, drinking the last of his coffee.
They put the bill onto the hotel tab and went back into the lobby so McCoy could get a cab. Kirk wanted to kiss him goodbye, but he was pretty sure that any such public display of affection would make McCoy uncomfortable, so instead he just clapped him on the shoulder in farewell. Then he went to the desk to inquire as to what attractions Atlanta might have on offer for a first-time tourist.
"We went to the zoo yesterday," he said, smiling at the woman behind the desk, the same one as yesterday, he thought, although he hadn't looked all that carefully at her. "What would you suggest?"
"There are dozens of possibilities; it depends on what sort of thing you enjoy." She gave a flirtatious smile back. "There's a narrated bus tour that goes past all the important twentieth- and twenty-first-century landmarks if you like historical things. Or the old aquarium is supposed to be excellent. That was refurbished just a few years ago." She eyed him. "There's some delightful shopping, too, but I guess you're not very interested in that, are you?"
"Not really," he agreed with a chuckle. "The aquarium sounds like something I'd enjoy, though, and do you have a brochure for that bus tour?"
It turned out that the tour lasted a couple of hours, and he could pick it up on a corner several blocks away in forty-five minutes. He returned to the room briefly to brush away the taste of stale coffee from his teeth and use the bathroom before ambling out to pick up the bus.
The tour proved only moderately absorbing, but Kirk's ass was a little tender from last night, so he decided that sitting on the cushioned seat was better than walking around the whole morning, even if it wasn't the most exciting thing he'd ever done. He was able to let his mind drift to the night before any time he got bored.
He had picked up a regular bus schedule at the hotel and was able to determine that he could reach the aquarium with just one change, so he went there next and had lunch in its restaurant. It seemed odd to be eating fish at an aquarium, but his sandwich was tasty.
This had been a good choice, he decided as he wandered slowly through the exhibits. In just a few short months – assuming all went well – he would be in space, and was unlikely to have much chance to see anything like this again for years. He paused, standing before a tank containing a small shark, admiring the way it cut through the water with such economical motion, the perfect predator in its own element.
He dug out the handful of other leaflets that the desk clerk that pressed on him and flipped through the stack. Atlanta also had a botanical garden, he saw. Perhaps he would go there tomorrow or the next day, either by himself or with McCoy and Joanna if they wanted. He tucked the leaflets away again and resumed his stroll through the aquarium, reading the signs on every display and admiring the incredible variety of life they showcased. Iowa had nothing like this, and although he rather thought there was an aquarium in or near San Francisco somewhere, he had never gone to see it; the difference between being a visitor and being a resident, he supposed. You always thought you'd have plenty of time to indulge in all the cultural stuff when you lived somewhere, but in the end might never get around to any of it.
They hadn't fixed an exact time to meet for dinner, but knowing that Joanna probably wasn't going to be permitted to stay out too late, Kirk made sure he was back at the hotel before six. The room had been freshened up, of course, but he could still catch a lingering scent of McCoy. He was tempted to jack off while he waited, but the knowledge that the others might turn up at any time held him back. If he knew it would just be McCoy, that would be all right, but being walked in on by a nine-year-old girl while he was masturbating seemed, well, tacky would be an understatement.
Instead he sprawled across one bed and paged through the tourist brochures again to see if there was anything else he especially wanted to see besides the botanical garden. One leaflet advertised several musical venues, including a jazz club that seemed to be quite close, if he remembered the street names correctly. Maybe he'd suggest that to McCoy, if he could persuade him to go out again after taking Joanna home.
The door clicked open and he looked up to see McCoy and his daughter coming in. Joanna resembled her father quite closely, Kirk realized, except for a more pointed chin and light blonde hair which she must have gotten from her mother. Kirk reminded himself to remind McCoy that he wanted to meet the infamous Jocelyn before they left. Maybe tomorrow.
"Hi, Jim," Joanna said a little shyly.
"Hi, Joanna. Hi, Bones." He grinned at them. "Did you guys have a good day?"
Joanna nodded, and McCoy said, "It was pretty low-key. Joanna had some Christmas money to spend, so we browsed around in one of the malls for a while, and then went to see a movie."
"What movie did you see?"
"Oh, a remake of one of those classic Harry Potter films. I don't remember which one." McCoy shrugged.
"Daddy. It was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban." Joanna rolled her eyes at her father's ignorance. Then she looked at Kirk. "Why did you call him Bones?"
There was an honest answer to her question. Kirk had started using the nickname as a play on McCoy's comment, when they first met, that his ex-wife had left him nothing but his bones after their divorce. He could see McCoy's expression of consternation, though. He knew that McCoy was careful not to badmouth her mother to Joanna, although frankly Kirk doubted that Jocelyn was so scrupulous in return, so he scrambled to come up with a different answer, and recalled an obscure bit of trivia to serve the purpose.
"Well, old-time doctors were sometimes nicknamed 'sawbones' because they did," he explained easily. "Saw bones, that is. So I thought it was a good joke to call your dad that, because he is sometimes old-fashioned in spots, you know." He flashed his sweetest smile at McCoy, who scowled in return. "But 'Sawbones' is kind of a long nickname, so pretty soon I shortened it to just 'Bones.'"
Joanna wrinkled her nose. "That's weird."
"Oh, maybe. But you know, friends often give each other special nicknames for fun."
"I suppose." She still sounded dubious, though.
"I think it's time to go get some dinner," McCoy said firmly. "Jim, you ready?"
"Just let me put my shoes and jacket back on and I'm at your command."
He didn't quite mean it as a double entendre, but McCoy raised his eyebrows, leading Kirk to think that whatever they decided to do after dinner and taking Joanna home, it was likely to be an enjoyable evening.
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