Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2009-11-05 08:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | star trek fic hotm, star trek fic kirk/mccoy |
Star Trek fic: Worse Things to Do [Kirk/McCoy, adult]
Title: Worse Things to Do
Author: celandineb
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: adult
Length: 4324 words
Warnings: just sex
Summary: The last night that he and McCoy are in Atlanta, Kirk finally meets Jocelyn.
Note: Eighteenth in the "Heart of the Matter" series.
Kirk looked sideways at McCoy as they waited behind Joanna. A muscle jumped in McCoy's cheek, and Kirk wanted to take his hand, tell him to relax, that everything would be fine; but there was no time for that. Joanna had the door open, and was calling, "Mama?"
The voice that answered managed to inject a scolding tone into its honeyed drawl. "Joanna, how many times have I told you not to holler in the house?"
"Sorry." Joanna did not sound particularly contrite, and added, "Daddy's here."
Silence; then there was a rapid click of heels over polished wood and Jocelyn came into the entry where McCoy and Kirk stood. Her eyebrows went up. "Leonard? And...?"
"Hello, Jocelyn. I'd like you to meet James Kirk, a friend of mine from Starfleet Academy. Jim, this is Jocelyn."
Kirk brought his heels together and bowed slightly, then held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am." He watched as her eyes flickered over him, judging.
"Do call me Jocelyn." Her laugh tinkled. "'Ma'am' sounds so old, you know." She turned her gaze toward McCoy, her voice sharpening. "What is it you want, Leonard?"
McCoy answered, "A few words with you about Joanna, that's all. If you don't mind? She's interested in the after-school pre-pilot training program, she tells me."
He sounded tentative, and Kirk winced internally. This was partly why he'd insisted that he wanted to meet Jocelyn, to see how McCoy interacted with her, but it was hard to watch the usually-gruff McCoy turn almost timid.
Kirk broke in, "It was my idea, Jocelyn." He gave her one of his most dazzling smiles. "Joanna was talking to us last night about her school and the kind of enrichment activities it offers, and I suggested to Leonard," he almost stumbled over the name, being so used to call the other man "McCoy" or "Bones," but caught himself and went on, "that it would be easier to come talk to you in person tonight than to try to catch you by phone later."
His smile had the effect he was accustomed to seeing. Her expression softened, and she gave him an almost kittenish smile in return before she nodded. "Come into the living room, then."
They followed her. The room was lavishly and expensively furnished, Kirk could tell that much, although it wasn't to his taste, all bleached silvery woods and pale greens and blues. He guessed that Jocelyn had chosen the decor to set off her own blonde good looks, though, and in that she had certainly succeeded.
"Have a seat." Jocelyn rang a small bell, and a maid appeared within seconds.
Kirk kept his jaw from dropping with difficulty. He'd never seen a human servant in person before, only in films.
"Tammy, a sherry for me. Gentlemen, what would you like?"
McCoy had chosen a seat on one of the sofas. Kirk sank down beside him.
"Bourbon and branch," said McCoy.
"The same here." Kirk didn't really care, and didn't want to ask for something that might not be available.
Jocelyn's laugh tinkled out again. "I should have known you wouldn't have changed. And now you have a companion in your particular vice?" Her smile widened a notch, making her look less like a kitten and more like a hunting cat.
There was room on the sofa between himself and McCoy for Joanna. Her father held out his hand to her. She came, relief in her eyes, and sat. Prudently, Kirk thought, she positioned herself exactly in the middle; not overtly a rival with her mother for Kirk's attention, nor seeming to favor her father, which would doubtless irritate her mother.
Kirk decided to lead the conversation. Thanking the maid for his drink with a smile, he took a sip and said, "I don't know if Joanna mentioned to you that she was playing a video game with me last night and beat the pants off me." He paused just long enough for that mental image to insinuate itself into Jocelyn's mind, and continued, "Her reflexes are really excellent, and I say that as someone who scored very high in Starfleet's pilot aptitude tests myself."
"How very nice." Jocelyn lifted her sherry glass, not quite in salute to his compliment, and sipped. "I can't imagine what use that will be to her, but I suppose any talent should be acknowledged."
Kirk looked Jocelyn over as he lifted his glass to his lips. She was an attractive woman, no question: ash-blonde hair, slim but not boyishly so, overall a real looker. She couldn't be more than thirty; must've still been an undergraduate when she and McCoy married and had Joanna, Kirk thought. A woman who clearly knew what she wanted from life and how she planned to get it, and if she had erred with McCoy, misjudged his ambitions, she had more than rectified that mistake.
"Jocelyn..." McCoy began, but Kirk cut in again.
"What Joanna has is no ordinary talent, Jocelyn. I've known pilots who'd give their left arm, literally, to have her reflexes – with such ability, even one arm would suffice. With two..." He shrugged, spreading his hands, and gave a rueful chuckle that he took care to make sensual as well. "It would be a crime not to give her a chance to develop her potential. She could be one of the best starship pilots in the galaxy."
He turned to Joanna herself. "Unless you're afraid?"
Joanna shook her head, mute but firm. Her glance flicked to her mother.
"Joanna has no need to become a pilot," Jocelyn pointed out. "She has a good deal of intellectual promise too."
Kirk shrugged again. "Life has a way of turning out in ways we don't expect. Isn't it wise to be prepared, to learn to use every ability to best advantage, as I'd guess you have?"
"Hm. You put your case persuasively, James Kirk." Jocelyn's gaze was appraising. "Are you always this honey-tongued?"
With a little smirk, Kirk leaned back slightly, stretching out his legs. "Usually," he admitted. "Another useful talent, but again, one which needs exercise to reach its fullest development."
He didn't think that Jocelyn was aware she had licked her lips, looking at him. Someone who was used to making careful plans, oh yes, but she had her weak points. Joanna was very sharp to have recognized one of them, at her age.
"All right," Jocelyn said abruptly. "If you're going to make such an issue of it, Leonard, I suppose Joanna can take the pre-pilot training after school, but I expect her to continue with her music lessons as well. Joanna?"
"Yes, Mama, I will." Joanna's smile was dazzling.
Interesting that Jocelyn had addressed McCoy just then, when it was Kirk who'd done all the talking. Maybe he hadn't been as persuasive as he'd thought after all; maybe Jocelyn was aware of her own weakness, but had played along for her own reasons. Oh, well, it didn't really matter, so long as the goal was accomplished. Kirk let himself relax and took another swig of the excellent bourbon as the conversation shifted into small talk.
"So, you finish at the Academy," Jocelyn flicked her fingers in a dismissive gesture, "this spring, if I remember?"
"That's right. June."
"And then what?" She seemed to be genuinely curious.
"I don't know yet. We don't find out where we're being assigned until just before graduation. It's possible I'll stay on Earth, but not very likely." McCoy put an arm around his daughter. "I've already explained this to Joanna, and promised to write often if I go into space."
"So you don't know where or with whom you'll serve? The uncertainty must be frustrating." Jocelyn's eyes shifted to Kirk again.
"A doctor's work is always uncertain," said McCoy. "You know that."
There was enough meaning in his voice that he must be referring to some long-standing argument that they'd had when they were married.
Kirk interjected, "Leonard's one of the best in the medical program, though. If he's assigned to a ship, it'll be a good one. None of these thirty-man tugs for him."
"Jim, as you can tell, is the optimistic sort," said McCoy dryly.
"But I'm usually right." Kirk grinned and patted Joanna's knee. "So you don't need to worry too much about your dad, up there in space. He'll be fine."
She nodded, snuggling closer to McCoy.
Another few minutes of desultory conversation, and McCoy indicated it was time for them to go. He stooped to Joanna and hugged her tight for a long minute. Kirk looked away. He'd stood where Joanna was standing now, too many times. At least Joanna would be staying with a parent who loved her. He watched Jocelyn instead, her face almost expressionless, turned toward her daughter and ex-husband. Kirk wondered if she ever regretted the divorce, even though it had been her idea. He himself was glad of it, despite the pain it caused McCoy, for otherwise they would never have met.
"Bye, Joanna. I'll call you soon, sweetheart." McCoy's voice was rough. He straightened and turned and hurried out of the house without looking back. Kirk followed him.
"We forgot to call for a cab," he said as they reached the end of the driveway.
"I saw a bus stop that way, on the main road that passes this neighborhood. We can wait and catch a bus instead."
The posted schedule showed that they had more than twenty minutes to wait. Luckily there was a sheltered bench at the bus stop where they could sit. McCoy was quiet, his attention clearly inward, and Kirk respected his clear wish to be left to his own thoughts. Had Kirk's own mother been so distressed at having to leave him behind, every time she went out on a new assignment? She hadn't shown it, not to his child's eyes, but then McCoy had been restrained in front of Joanna, too. Yet the circumstances were different. Joanna might remind McCoy at times of Jocelyn, and the collapse of their marriage, but Kirk suspected that he reminded Winona of his father's death every time she looked at him. He had never understood her remarriage to Frank, when she in many ways had never gotten over George's loss. If it was to give her sons a father, she'd chosen remarkably poorly the second time around.
He half-watched the traffic going past, the lights almost hypnotic. Finally one set pulled to a stop and Kirk nudged McCoy to board the bus.
The bus driver was friendly, telling Kirk which route they'd need to change to for their hotel and handing him a schedule along with their transfers. Kirk steered McCoy to a seat near the rear doors. There he looked at the little map on the schedule to make sure he'd know where to signal to be let off. It looked as though there were a couple of options, so if they missed the first transfer point they could continue to the transportation center where most of the routes terminated, and change there instead.
His careful attention meant that there were no such glitches. After they'd gotten off the second bus and were walking the remaining block and a half to the hotel, McCoy spoke.
"Sorry to have been such rotten company this evening, Jim."
"That's okay. It must be hard to leave when you don't know when you'll see Joanna again."
"Yeah." Something in his voice made Kirk look at him more carefully. The cheek muscle was twitching again. "That wasn't all that was bothering me, though."
"What else?" Kirk wondered if it might have been Jocelyn.
They were almost to the hotel door. "When we get to the room," said McCoy quietly.
"Fine." Kirk waited through the elevator ride – although there was no one else on it – and while they walked along the hallway, but as soon as the door to their room closed behind them he felt compelled to ask, "What was bothering you, then? The ex?"
"No. Yes." McCoy winced and shook his head, going to pull out the bottle of whiskey he'd brought along. There wasn't much left. He disappeared into the bathroom to bring back two glasses, but when he lifted one inquiringly, Kirk shook his head. McCoy poured for himself and drank off half of it in one swallow.
"Not so much Jocelyn herself," he said with a frown, "as the way you and she interacted. You were able to smooth down her feathers over Joanna, convince her to change her mind. It was just..." He drank down the rest of the whiskey in his glass. "I was never able to persuade her like that, so easily, about anything. I would have sworn it couldn't be done. But you did it. It made me feel almost worthless, do you see? Like I couldn't help my own daughter, there in front of her."
Kirk took the glass out of McCoy's hand, and walked him backward to sit on the edge of their bed. Then he knelt down and put his arms on McCoy's knees, looking earnestly up at him.
"Bones, I'm sorry you felt that way. I certainly didn't mean to imply that you couldn't have persuaded Jocelyn to let Joanna take those lessons; it just seemed to me that there's so much history, bad history, between you that she'd be more likely to listen to me as someone relatively unbiased, at least when it comes to Joanna. So I went with that. I figured it was the results that mattered most, not who did the talking. But I'm very sorry if I hurt you."
McCoy sighed. "I know you didn't mean to make me feel incompetent. And I'm sorry, too. It's kind of put me out of the mood, and I'd been thinking that I wanted to do something special for you tonight, the way you did for me last night."
"You don't have to do anything." Kirk squeezed McCoy's hands. "We've had a good time here. It won't bother me if we don't have sex tonight. I like just being with you, you know."
McCoy's smile was a little forced, but it was a smile. "I like being with you, too."
Kirk stood, wincing as one of his knees popped. He was in pretty good shape on the whole, but kneeling as he had been was not exactly the most comfortable position.
"I know it's not that late, but shall we go to bed? We could watch something on television for a little while, I suppose."
"Sure." McCoy sighed, then held out his hand for Kirk to haul him to his feet. Kirk had a sudden mental flash of himself holding out his hands to McCoy just like that, only McCoy's hair was gray, his face lined. He chewed on the corner of his lip absently. Grow old with McCoy? He supposed he could think of a lot worse things to do with his life.
"What is it?" McCoy had noticed his expression. "You look concerned about something."
"Just thinking about when we'll need to get out of here to catch our shuttle, that's all," Kirk lied. "Should we pack tonight?"
"The shuttle's not until almost noon. We'll have plenty of time in the morning."
In the bathroom, they brushed their teeth side by side. Kirk as usual finished first and bent to spit into the sink. He had already undressed down to his underwear, ready to slide into bed, and felt McCoy's hand rest warmly on his right ass cheek.
"You might just tempt me enough like that to overcome my earlier lack of interest."
"Oh yeah?" Kirk rinsed out his mouth, waited until McCoy had done the same, then wrapped his arms around the other man's pajama-clad torso. "You know I won't say no, but only if you really want to."
"Let's get into bed and we'll see."
Kirk grabbed the lubricant to put on the bedside table, just in case; he didn't want to have to interrupt anything to go looking for it.
McCoy picked up the television control and found the channel that showed all the programs available at that hour. Scrolling through them was too slow for Kirk's taste, however.
"Just surf through," he said impatiently.
"You have to pause for a few seconds see what's playing," McCoy pointed out. "It's actually faster this way."
"Humph." Kirk rolled his eyes, propping himself up on his elbow so that he could watch McCoy. "As if it really mattered."
McCoy frowned at the screen. Facing him, Kirk couldn't see what he was looking at.
"What?"
"I've reached the, um," McCoy cleared his throat, "the porno channels."
"Anything that looks good?"
"The titles manage to be suggestive without really communicating much about the content."
Kirk twisted his head to see the screen. "Well, pick one and we can see what it's like. Just remember the numbers of a few of the channels and if we don't like the first one you can try a couple of others without having to come back here and re-check."
"Okay." McCoy punched in the channel number. The screen flickered and they were treated to a view of a busty blonde riding a red-haired man, who clearly spent a lot of time out in the sun or under a tanning lamp, since he was heavily freckled all over. The camera kept cutting between a full-body shot of the two of them, and a close up of the woman's pussy sliding up and down the man's dick.
"You like this?" McCoy's face was slightly flushed as he asked Kirk the question.
"It's all right." Kirk shrugged. "Pretty standard stuff. You?"
McCoy brushed a finger over Kirk's cheek. "I was hoping to find one with two men, if that's okay with you."
"So switch the channel." Kirk was trying to remember if he'd ever watched any guy-on-guy porn before. He couldn't remember for sure, except maybe as part of a threesome or orgy scene in a film that was basically het. Girl-on-girl, yeah, his high school buddy Charlie had had a thing for it and owned a whole stack, so Kirk had seen plenty of that.
McCoy had flipped the channel, paused, and flipped again. "This looks more promising," he murmured.
On the screen two young men were sucking each other off in what seemed to be a school locker room. The film had the usual porno lack of realism, for after a moment a third boy walked in wearing only gym shoes and a jockstrap.
"I thought that you had to be at least eighteen to act in one of these," McCoy said. "That kid doesn't look more than fourteen or fifteen."
"I'm sure he's legal, Bones. They pick actors who look young when they use settings like this. Even in regular movies about teenagers, half the time the actors are in their twenties, you know." Kirk watched in fascination as the third boy pulled off his jock and pressed the tip of his cock into the mouth of one of the other boys. How the hell could you suck two dicks at once without biting? Ah, they were thrusting alternately. Maybe that would be possible, but he thought that in reality, it would be nicer to have someone's full attention.
"Jim?" McCoy picked up Kirk's hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking his finger tip.
"What do you want to do, then?" Kirk slid his other hand across McCoy's chest, searching out the tiny knot of one nipple through the fabric of the pajama top and rubbing his thumb over it.
"I'm not sure I can offer to do to you what you did to me last night," said McCoy with a faint grimace. "Some time, it seems only fair you should get to know how it feels to have someone's tongue in your ass, but I'm not up for it tonight. So... I want you to fuck me, but I want to be the one on top, riding you, like the blonde girl we just saw."
"God, Bones, you think I'll say no to that?" Kirk leaned over and kissed McCoy hard. He still tasted of the whiskey he'd drunk earlier, even through the chalky mint of toothpaste.
They kissed for a while as the television played on, the boys in the film now having shifted so that one was fucking another, and that one giving a blow job to the third even while jacking his own dick. It occurred to Kirk suddenly, when they stopped kissing so that McCoy could prep himself with lube, that in porno flicks, while you almost always saw penetration, no one ever seemed to come inside anyone else's body: not mouth, nor pussy, nor ass. Maybe it was because the film makers assumed that viewers wanted to see come shots, or maybe it seemed too intimate for the tone they were trying to create. He pressed the power button on the television remote and wriggled around to pull off his underpants, his dick springing up hard against his stomach.
"No need to hurry," he told McCoy, who gave him a snort in return.
"You think I'm going to skimp on this when we're gonna be sitting down in that shuttle for hours tomorrow?"
"Nah." Kirk watched McCoy's fingers sliding in and out of his flexing asshole. He squeezed the base of his own dick. "You look fucking hot like that, you know, better than the pretty boys in the film."
McCoy snorted again. "Says the prettiest boy at the Academy, and don't you know it."
"Maybe, but I don't want to watch myself, do I? Although I like knowing that you like watching me." Kirk waggled his dick at McCoy and grinned. "Maybe you'd rather watch me get myself off than have this in you?"
For a moment McCoy's fingers slowed as he made a pretense of thinking it over. "Be a waste of lube, though. And I'm pretty much ready." He pulled his hand away and swung one leg over so that he was straddling Kirk. "Now." His hand closed over Kirk's, and together they guided the head of Kirk's dick to rest against the pucker of McCoy's asshole. Then McCoy braced his hands on his legs and slowly, slowly sank down until Kirk's dick was fully inside him. He was semi-hard, and Kirk reached to stroke him.
"Not too rough," McCoy said, and Kirk nodded. He watched the tiny shifts in McCoy's face as he moved, altering the angle bit by bit until he had Kirk's dick where he wanted it, his mouth rounding in an O of pleasure.
"Jim..." Kirk's name tore from McCoy's throat in a tone somewhere between a whisper and a groan, and Kirk muttered, "Bones," with just as much urgency in return.
McCoy's ass clung to him despite the lube, delicious friction and heat sending shocks through him at every motion. He rather enjoyed giving up control like this, although it was a little frustrating that McCoy kept his movements so deliberate. He stroked McCoy's shaft a little faster, brushing the pad of his thumb over the dampness that leaked from the tip, and McCoy's eyes fluttered shut for an instant. Opening them, he warned again, "Gentle." Kirk nodded, keeping his touch light though quick. McCoy was still not completely hard, but obviously enjoyed the caresses anyhow.
It was slow, this rising heat, and Kirk savored it. Tomorrow they'd be back in their dorm rooms, trying to find moments when they could be alone. Maybe soon McCoy would be willing to end all the secrecy? Kirk hoped so, although he'd rather have McCoy that way than not at all. He heard his own breathing grow ragged, felt sweat prickling his skin as his climax approached, and gripped McCoy's hand hard when he finally came, four convulsive pulses deep within McCoy's body.
"Enough," he gasped when McCoy kept moving. The length of time McCoy had been able to keep him hard but unsatisfied had left his dick more sensitive than usual.
McCoy stilled his hips, bending forward to kiss Kirk's mouth, his tongue flicking over Kirk's lips.
Kirk gave a contented sigh and put his arm around McCoy. "Want me to suck you off?"
"In a minute." McCoy nuzzled Kirk's neck. "I loved being able to watch your face when you came."
"I'm sure it was all scrunched up and funny-looking," Kirk said.
"Yeah, I suppose, but so what? I don't know how to describe how you looked; sort of blissful and intense, all at once. Sorry, that sounds ridiculous."
It did, but Kirk wasn't going to say so. He just held McCoy while longer. When the pounding of his heart had slowed to normal, though, he said, "You'd better let me get to work on you now, or I'm gonna fall asleep just like this, and that would be totally unfair."
"It sure would."
Kirk's dick had slipped free some little while back and now rested spent and sticky on his stomach, but he ignored it, rolling over while McCoy scooted up to give him a better angle. He stroked the quivering flesh with his fingertips before pressing his lips to the head, tasting bitterness as he opened his mouth to take in as much of McCoy as he could handle without gagging. He wished he could see McCoy's face better, but the angle made it hard to do more than sneak a few glances. He stroked behind McCoy's balls, and that did it. Clutching at Kirk's hair, McCoy came, filling Kirk's throat so that he coughed and spluttered and had to come up for air, swallowing. "Now I can go to sleep with a clear conscience," he said when he could speak again.
McCoy chuckled. "You, Jim Kirk? A clear conscience? Don't make me laugh."
"Hey." Kirk shoved him gently. "Clear enough. Just for that, I'm going to make you sleep in the wet spot."
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