Intermezzo - An Evening in the HQ
Acidqueen < a.q @ gmx.de >
Series: TOS - Acidqueen's Kirk/McCoy series
Codes: K/Mc
Rating: NC-17 pwp
Summary: Sharing a few undisturbed minutes…
Author's Note: Written for the second round of the KirkMcCoyFest.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek, I own my brain. No
infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
Archive: KMF, my own website at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all
others ask, please.
Acknowledgement: Thanks to JB for beta'ing! All remaining errors are
mine.
"Damn,
and I thought it'd get better with those boring official dinners," Kirk
mumbled as the restroom door closed behind McCoy and him. He stepped to the basin
and bathed his face in cool water, feeling his overheated face returning to
normal.
"That's
just the difference between giving a speech yourself and suffering as listener,"
McCoy drawled, and vanished into a box.
"Good
god, don't tell me I'm that bad," Kirk said, pained.
"No,
you're a tad funnier," McCoy's voice came from the box, dampened by the
door.
Facing his
wet, tired features in the mirror, Kirk caustically said, "Thanks, Bones,
you're always cheering me up." Some droplets had made it onto his red
uniform, leaving dark spots. Hastily he dried his face, capturing some others
before they could spoil his appearance.
The
flushing water drowned McCoy's reply, and a second later the doctor resurfaced
in the small door.
"Hey,
Jim, it wasn't my idea to go to a meeting about -"
Kirk raised
his palm. "Stop!"
McCoy froze
in the middle of his movement. "What's up?" he asked concerned, his
eyes rapidly wandering up and down the room.
"Nothing.
I just wanted to watch you."
"And
for that you're giving me a heart attack?" McCoy growled, and moved on.
"That's -"
"Stop!"
Kirk ordered again and, out of the habit of decades, McCoy couldn't but hold
his movement.
He clamped
his hands right and left around the door frame and shook his head. "You're
a bit crazy tonight, aren't you?"
"I
don't know what's crazy about cherishing my lover who I haven't seen for a while."
Kirk drew closer. "You're much too slim, as always," he said, and
softly brushed over the bony chest that was hidden beneath the red fabric.
"But you look fabulous in this uniform."
"You
do, too," McCoy replied, slightly appeased. "I just don't see why
we've got to have this conversation in the middle of the admiralty's
restroom."
"I
think this place's as good as any other. Besides, it was your timetable that
kept us apart the last week."
"Ha."
McCoy snorted. "One week in half a year, and you're holding it against me,
Admiral."
"Go
ahead, Doctor," Kirk said with an exaggerated moan. "You know how I
love it when you get all official."
"You've
got a 'Fleet fetish."
"Tell
me something new."
They chuckled
in unison for a moment, then McCoy became more serious. "You really want
to do it here, Jim?" he asked, critically glancing down his chest where
fingers busily opened his jacket.
Only when
it parted to reveal the doctor's t-shirt beneath, Kirk lifted his gaze from the
task.
"Oh yes.
All this fucking" - one corner of the shirt was pulled out,
"boring" - a second corner followed, "evening, the only nice
thing in my mind was the prospect of seducing you here." Kirk lifted the
shirt, gaining free access to a strip of white skin.
"So
that's why you wanted to ride up all to this level, although we could've gone to
the restroom right next to the mess?" McCoy said a tad unsteadily.
"Yes."
Kirk slipped his hands under the fabric, rubbing over the other one's back.
McCoy's
grip tightened around the frame's edge, then let lose as Kirk unexpectedly
pulled him into a kiss. He sagged into the embrace.
"I bet
they've cams all around," he murmured when their lips parted again.
"Probably,
and they'll sell the vid to the black market."
"Worse,
they'll collect it as family treasure."
They chuckled
again. "Did I tell you about that girl who broke into my apartment to
steal my shorts?" Kirk asked.
"You
did. But you never told me what happened to the girl after you caught
her," McCoy replied with a wink.
"Well…"
Kirk opened his embrace, pushed McCoy's shirt further upwards and bent down.
"Something like that," he said, and captured one flat nipple. The
doctor's hands irregularly brushed through Kirk's hair as he sucked it.
"I bet
she loved it," McCoy murmured breathlessly. "Tell me more about
it."
"Itshthbt…"
Kirk started, then let the nipple go. "It's a bit hard to tell the story
and suck at the same time."
"Let's
make a deal - I undress you, Admiral, and you're going to tell the story."
McCoy clasped his hands in the uniform and began uncovering Kirk's upper body.
"Oh, I
fondled her breasts and her wonderful, round ass," Kirk said, and reached
around to grab McCoy's slim one, pulling them closer. McCoy just managed to get
his hands under Kirk's shirt in time before they could get caught between their
chests.
"Like
this?" he asked, as their groins met in the middle, and let his hips
rotate.
"Exactly."
Their hands
were busily working and kneading, while they kissed again. And obviously they
had the same thought as they both began pushing each other into the definitely cam-free
box. It was small and cramped with two men, but not so small as to hinder McCoy
from opening Kirk's fly when they had managed to close the door.
"Hmmm,
she opened my pants just as fast," Kirk said, then gasped as the doctor's
fingers took hold on his full-blown erection. "But she wasn't as skilled
as you."
"Long
years of practice," McCoy said. Without further ado, he closed the toilet
cover and sat down on it, then took the hard penis in his mouth.
"Oh…Bones…"
With both hands, Kirk held himself on McCoy's shoulders, while his eyes closed
and his head automatically nicked in the rhythm of the experienced sucking and
stroking. His balls massaged and his erection sucked like this (and with all
the pent-up arousal from the fantasies he'd juggled over the evening), he
wouldn't last long. In his groin, the well-known tension strained along his
sinews and muscles down to his thighs, increasing with every second…
"Wait,"
Kirk gasped, and pulled out of the warmth with the last of his willpower.
McCoy
looked up, a question in his blue eyes.
"I
want us to come together." Hastily, Kirk took off his uniform pullover and
removed his shirt. "Here, let's use that for a towel."
McCoy stood
up and took the shirt. "I'm not complaining," he said, as Kirk opened
his pants. His lids dropped as Kirk's fingers rubbed over the length of his
erection. He opened them again with effort when he heard Kirk chuckle.
"Hm?"
"Nothing,"
Kirk said. "I just remembered that saying…that everyone's beautiful when
aroused."
"Ah..."
McCoy obviously had a hard time thinking straight. Which was exactly what Kirk
went for, because otherwise it was almost impossible to pay him a
compliment.
"And
you are beautiful right now, Bones," he whispered, marveling on their
easy-going relationship, the secure base they'd found over the last decade. He
cared for him a great deal. And the sex was a nice, but actually smaller ingredient
in the whole mixture.
"Hm-hm."
McCoy eyed him hazily, his lips pulled into a half-grin. Then he closed one
hand around Kirk's erection and joined in the rhythm of the fingers on his own.
Their hands
worked in movements made so often that they were ingrained in each joint, the
patterns never quite reaching conscious levels anymore. But still, each time
was a bit different and unique because of the places they choose and the moods
they were in - having all the time in the world or very little, much energy or
less… Tonight, they were quite horny, and the tight, small cabin constantly
reminded them of threatening interruptions, giving their lovemaking an extra
edge toward quick completion.
"Oh…yes,"
McCoy gasped soon, and Kirk couldn't help but falling into his own blissful
orgasm right with him. Somehow McCoy had managed to arrange the shirt where it
should be and so, for a while, their organs rubbed against each other and the
smooth, sweaty fabric of the improvised towel. Finally, McCoy closed his pants
and sagged onto the seat of the toilet.
"Phew.
I should get more exercise," he said, still fetching his breath.
"We're
not getting any younger," Kirk agreed, leaning against the wall and wiping
his face with a clean part of the shirt.
McCoy
looked at him with a smirk. "We're quite a picture, half out of
uniform…not the most respectable trek personnel, eh?"
"We've
both an interesting reputation, but respectable isn’t really a part of
it." Kirk closed his fly and donned the uniform jacket over his naked
chest.
"By
the way, in the end she left with a piece of my underwear. The black
jockstrap."
McCoy
grinned. "The one I gave you some years ago? Which never really fit you?
She'll probably sell it on the black market and make a fortune with it."
"You
want my shirt? As a reminder of tonight? You could make a fortune!" Kirk said,
wagging the wet piece in front of McCoy's face.
"No,
thanks," the doctor stated with a fake shudder, and stood up.
Kirk tried
to look annoyed. "And I thought it was true love between us."
"Must
be, 'cause I've been bearing your jokes for three decades," McCoy grunted,
but then bent forward and slipped his hand around Kirk's neck. "Thanks for
the nice idea," he drawled softly, and kissed him. They remained close for
a moment, cherishing their nearness.
"You're
welcome," Kirk finally said, and pulled away. "What are you going to
do now?"
"I
gotta get home. I've an important appointment tomorrow." McCoy opened the
door and they went out into the front part of the restrooms, where Kirk threw
the shirt into the next recycler.
"It's
getting worse with your schedule," he stated critically and sent a probing
look into the mirror.
"Someone's
pushing me all along this damn career train," McCoy retorted. "And I
bet he only does it so that I can't complain about admiralty anymore."
Kirk
whistled innocently - well, almost.
McCoy shook
his head. "Come on, you look good enough - and well-laid," he said,
and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Some folks are surely missing you
already. Admiral Olmera, for example."
"Jealous?"
Kirk asked - a question so stupid that McCoy granted him only one raised
eyebrow. But when the main door opened to them, he said, "Well, at least
you could ask her about that mysterious meeting on Friday."
"Will
do so," Kirk said, as they walked along the corridor. "Which reminds
me that I haven't heard from Spock in a while - any idea what he's up to?"
"You're
honestly asking me?" Another eyebrow was lifted. "As if Spock ever told
me more than he tells you."
"Miracles
can happen." Kirk gave a nod to a passing lieutenant and summoned the
lift.
McCoy leaned
forward. "I'm satisfied with what I have," he whispered, and winked. "I'm
going to take the rear lift; it's closer to my flitter. Goodnight, Jim. And
don't do anything I would do."
"I
won't." Kirk said, smiling. "Goodnight, Bones. See you on
Friday." With a last squeeze of hands, they parted.
And what a
Friday it would be…
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