bridge2sickbay drabbles of 2009-12-07 :)
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syredronningLast night, I participated in six of eight rounds with the theme slogans. I barely knew any, but damn, the ad slogans are suggestive, it's unbelievable. As usual, I tried to be a little flexible in pairings and failed spectacularly. (Though I guess Pike/Number One counts as something new, right?)
Once again sorted so that the highest squick factors are on top for easier skipping.
Kirk/McCoy - Good to the Last Drop (Golden Showers warning)
Bones had fought it, really, because what the hell – this isn't healthy, or at least not really sane, or normal, or anything vanilla people do, no matter how gay they may be…
His mind still rambles on when he's already in the shower with Jim on his knees in front of him.
"I promise, you'll love it," Jim says with a smile, palming his hips and steering him a little closer.
"I – dammit, Jim –" Bones growls, but then he starts pissing because if that's what Jim really wants, he'll do it. And fuck, the bastard is right, this is hot, Bones thinks as he watches Jim catching the fluid with closed eyes, the tongue stretched out welcoming in the open mouth.
"Damn…" He pulls him closer, dragging one hand around Jim's head while he points his dick with the other one, forcing more of the stream into Jim's mouth without meeting resistance.
At last he finishes with a groan, feeling suddenly strange and filthy. But when he reaches for the water, Jim stops him by pulling his slack dick deep into a warm, wet mouth.
Only when the last drop of quite another substance has gone down Jim's throat, an exhausted Bones gets cleaned and dragged to bed, sleepily wondering between excitement and panic what else his inventive lover might have in store for them in the future.
***
Kirk/Gaila - If it doesn't get all over the place, it doesn't belong in your face (female ejaculation)
"You know, I've known women that could ejaculate, but you're absolutely their queen," Kirk says, eying his dripping-wet lover. And the wet bed, the wet floor, the wet night stand, and the wet pile of his clothes, which is impressive and also a little bit inconvenient. Next time, he's going to take precautions for his clothes.
But for now, he's just going to try and coax her into another one, because he's not nearly as wet as he should be.
***
Pike/Number One - Celebrate the Moments of Your Life
It's not like it used to be; there's nobody quickly walking up to meet her the moment she steps out of the shuttle door, nobody pulling her into a deep hug, careless of who might watch. She lets herself beam right into Starfleet Medical General, but even there nobody is waiting for her. She walks into his room, up on the twentieth floor, and it's empty. In therapy for another twenty minutes, the nurse tells her, so she sits down on the chair and waits, looking outside and thinking – about him, about her. Wondering how much else would change now, whether she'd get The Talk because she knows he's got the lonely wolf reflex – whenever he's hurt, he wants to withdraw from the world and hide to lick his wounds, and her being here is the antithesis to that.
But then he comes in, busy with angling his chair through the door for a moment before meeting her gaze and simply smiling, and a large weight is lifted from her. The smile is not as bright as it could be in the past, but it's there and suddenly she hates it, because it would've been so much easier to cross words with him than to acknowledge that having him here at all, still alive, is making her throat tighten and her heart ache, literally, and that's not something she's used to.
"Hello love," he says and draws close, and has just the right height to pull her into a hug and a kiss.
Maybe things didn't change as much as she had feared.
***
Pike/McCoy - Just do it.
"Just do it," Jim says.
"You're being silly, Jim," Bones grumbles. "He's going to send me to Delta Vega."
"He told me you're the best doctor around," Jim says sweetly. "And I saw how he looked at your ass."
"I don't do that kind of stuff with my patients."
"You're no longer his doctor, and he's bored out of his mind and underfucked like hell – trust me."
"You're a sick puppy for trying to set up your best friend with your goddamn father figure."
"Well, at least it stays in the family then," Jim says with a wink, and ends the discussion by leaving the room.
It's really unplanned that McCoy visits the admiral a day later, and even more unplanned that his former patient is freshly out of a therapy lesson, aching and frustrated. It's just another kind of therapy as McCoy offers to go to the sauna with him, something Pike instantly agrees too, and it's completely unintentional that the massage he's giving the admiral afterwards turns them both on. It's when his hands work down Pike's slack legs, close to the half-erect member, that McCoy decides that even if Jim's advice might get him a reprimand, it's as least worth trying, and edges his oiled fingers along the length that readily jumps at the touch. And when they end up thoroughly slick and sweaty and oily, it's really only for the good of, eh, physiotherapy.
"Now, did you do it?" Jim asks him later in the evening.
"A gentleman does not –"
"So you did!"
"Well –" Bones blushes.
"I'm not going to ask – much." Jim grins. "I'm just happy for the two of you. Really. You can use it. But you could at least thank me for my advice."
"As if," Bones says gruffly, unwilling to admit defeat.
***
Pike/Kirk/McCoy - We'll leave the light on for you
It's fascinating how in the countryside, nights are always so much darker than in the city. There's barely anything to be seen, not even the stars, thanks to the clouded sky. The road is absolutely quiet, Leonard's car the only vehicle far and wide. After two hours, he's starting to feel a little creeped out, wondering if he's still on the right road (the navigational unit say so, but instruments might fail) and if he's got enough energy in case he isn't (the car say so, but, well…)
He accelerates beyond his usually preferred speed, just to reach his destination sooner. His heart is beating harsh and fast when he finally sees a light on the next hill, and when he pulls the car into the farm's courtyard, his hands ache from the way he gripped the wheel, and his shirt is wet from sweat.
The front door opens immediately, adding a spot of bright light to the more dimmed ones from the windows.
Kirk meets him halfway, pulling him into a hug. "Bones! We wondered if you got lost."
"Felt like," McCoy answers, throat dry. "You couldn't find anything farther away from civilization, could you?"
"Well, we wanted to have an undisturbed Christmas, and that's a little hard to achieve with heroes like you," Pike says, pulling McCoy into a kiss right in the door frame. Behind him, McCoy can see a small Christmas tree, and he huffs a little sigh, unable to hide his relief.
"Glad to be here with you," he murmurs and drags his arms around his lovers' hips, left and right. "Best Christmas ever."
"And we didn't even really start yet," Pike says with a twinkle.
Some hours later, when they are sprawled on the cushioned floor, bodies laced with some Christmas hats sitting on impossible places and all pleasantly drunken on spiked eggnog, McCoy stares into the illuminated tree, stating once more, best Christmas ever. And this time around, everyone agrees.
***
McCoy/Chapel - How do you spell relief?
Relief is a six-letter-word.
R is for relaxing in his hold, strong and warm and tender in the right moments.
E is for erotic feelings that creep up on them in the strangest and often inconvenient moments and that make them tumble into some small locker room for a quickie far too often.
L is for listening to each other's woes, sharing and caring (love's too much of a word for now, but maybe, in the future…)
I is for irresistible, a word she'd never have used for a man until she met him and couldn't keep her hands off him.
E is for – ah, well, she can say it – erection, because he's got the most beautiful dick she's ever laid hands on, just long enough and thick enough without being too thick, and he knows how to use it too.
F is for his fingers, which are the most satisfying thing besides his dick (and his lips, and the words he whispers in her ears that make her go all mushy and hot).
Sometimes, she draws the word on her desk with her forefinger, wondering how she suddenly got that lucky. And when she looks up, he winks and smiles, a little unsure around the edges, and she knows he wonders the same.
***
Once again sorted so that the highest squick factors are on top for easier skipping.
Kirk/McCoy - Good to the Last Drop (Golden Showers warning)
Bones had fought it, really, because what the hell – this isn't healthy, or at least not really sane, or normal, or anything vanilla people do, no matter how gay they may be…
His mind still rambles on when he's already in the shower with Jim on his knees in front of him.
"I promise, you'll love it," Jim says with a smile, palming his hips and steering him a little closer.
"I – dammit, Jim –" Bones growls, but then he starts pissing because if that's what Jim really wants, he'll do it. And fuck, the bastard is right, this is hot, Bones thinks as he watches Jim catching the fluid with closed eyes, the tongue stretched out welcoming in the open mouth.
"Damn…" He pulls him closer, dragging one hand around Jim's head while he points his dick with the other one, forcing more of the stream into Jim's mouth without meeting resistance.
At last he finishes with a groan, feeling suddenly strange and filthy. But when he reaches for the water, Jim stops him by pulling his slack dick deep into a warm, wet mouth.
Only when the last drop of quite another substance has gone down Jim's throat, an exhausted Bones gets cleaned and dragged to bed, sleepily wondering between excitement and panic what else his inventive lover might have in store for them in the future.
***
Kirk/Gaila - If it doesn't get all over the place, it doesn't belong in your face (female ejaculation)
"You know, I've known women that could ejaculate, but you're absolutely their queen," Kirk says, eying his dripping-wet lover. And the wet bed, the wet floor, the wet night stand, and the wet pile of his clothes, which is impressive and also a little bit inconvenient. Next time, he's going to take precautions for his clothes.
But for now, he's just going to try and coax her into another one, because he's not nearly as wet as he should be.
***
Pike/Number One - Celebrate the Moments of Your Life
It's not like it used to be; there's nobody quickly walking up to meet her the moment she steps out of the shuttle door, nobody pulling her into a deep hug, careless of who might watch. She lets herself beam right into Starfleet Medical General, but even there nobody is waiting for her. She walks into his room, up on the twentieth floor, and it's empty. In therapy for another twenty minutes, the nurse tells her, so she sits down on the chair and waits, looking outside and thinking – about him, about her. Wondering how much else would change now, whether she'd get The Talk because she knows he's got the lonely wolf reflex – whenever he's hurt, he wants to withdraw from the world and hide to lick his wounds, and her being here is the antithesis to that.
But then he comes in, busy with angling his chair through the door for a moment before meeting her gaze and simply smiling, and a large weight is lifted from her. The smile is not as bright as it could be in the past, but it's there and suddenly she hates it, because it would've been so much easier to cross words with him than to acknowledge that having him here at all, still alive, is making her throat tighten and her heart ache, literally, and that's not something she's used to.
"Hello love," he says and draws close, and has just the right height to pull her into a hug and a kiss.
Maybe things didn't change as much as she had feared.
***
Pike/McCoy - Just do it.
"Just do it," Jim says.
"You're being silly, Jim," Bones grumbles. "He's going to send me to Delta Vega."
"He told me you're the best doctor around," Jim says sweetly. "And I saw how he looked at your ass."
"I don't do that kind of stuff with my patients."
"You're no longer his doctor, and he's bored out of his mind and underfucked like hell – trust me."
"You're a sick puppy for trying to set up your best friend with your goddamn father figure."
"Well, at least it stays in the family then," Jim says with a wink, and ends the discussion by leaving the room.
It's really unplanned that McCoy visits the admiral a day later, and even more unplanned that his former patient is freshly out of a therapy lesson, aching and frustrated. It's just another kind of therapy as McCoy offers to go to the sauna with him, something Pike instantly agrees too, and it's completely unintentional that the massage he's giving the admiral afterwards turns them both on. It's when his hands work down Pike's slack legs, close to the half-erect member, that McCoy decides that even if Jim's advice might get him a reprimand, it's as least worth trying, and edges his oiled fingers along the length that readily jumps at the touch. And when they end up thoroughly slick and sweaty and oily, it's really only for the good of, eh, physiotherapy.
"Now, did you do it?" Jim asks him later in the evening.
"A gentleman does not –"
"So you did!"
"Well –" Bones blushes.
"I'm not going to ask – much." Jim grins. "I'm just happy for the two of you. Really. You can use it. But you could at least thank me for my advice."
"As if," Bones says gruffly, unwilling to admit defeat.
***
Pike/Kirk/McCoy - We'll leave the light on for you
It's fascinating how in the countryside, nights are always so much darker than in the city. There's barely anything to be seen, not even the stars, thanks to the clouded sky. The road is absolutely quiet, Leonard's car the only vehicle far and wide. After two hours, he's starting to feel a little creeped out, wondering if he's still on the right road (the navigational unit say so, but instruments might fail) and if he's got enough energy in case he isn't (the car say so, but, well…)
He accelerates beyond his usually preferred speed, just to reach his destination sooner. His heart is beating harsh and fast when he finally sees a light on the next hill, and when he pulls the car into the farm's courtyard, his hands ache from the way he gripped the wheel, and his shirt is wet from sweat.
The front door opens immediately, adding a spot of bright light to the more dimmed ones from the windows.
Kirk meets him halfway, pulling him into a hug. "Bones! We wondered if you got lost."
"Felt like," McCoy answers, throat dry. "You couldn't find anything farther away from civilization, could you?"
"Well, we wanted to have an undisturbed Christmas, and that's a little hard to achieve with heroes like you," Pike says, pulling McCoy into a kiss right in the door frame. Behind him, McCoy can see a small Christmas tree, and he huffs a little sigh, unable to hide his relief.
"Glad to be here with you," he murmurs and drags his arms around his lovers' hips, left and right. "Best Christmas ever."
"And we didn't even really start yet," Pike says with a twinkle.
Some hours later, when they are sprawled on the cushioned floor, bodies laced with some Christmas hats sitting on impossible places and all pleasantly drunken on spiked eggnog, McCoy stares into the illuminated tree, stating once more, best Christmas ever. And this time around, everyone agrees.
***
McCoy/Chapel - How do you spell relief?
Relief is a six-letter-word.
R is for relaxing in his hold, strong and warm and tender in the right moments.
E is for erotic feelings that creep up on them in the strangest and often inconvenient moments and that make them tumble into some small locker room for a quickie far too often.
L is for listening to each other's woes, sharing and caring (love's too much of a word for now, but maybe, in the future…)
I is for irresistible, a word she'd never have used for a man until she met him and couldn't keep her hands off him.
E is for – ah, well, she can say it – erection, because he's got the most beautiful dick she's ever laid hands on, just long enough and thick enough without being too thick, and he knows how to use it too.
F is for his fingers, which are the most satisfying thing besides his dick (and his lips, and the words he whispers in her ears that make her go all mushy and hot).
Sometimes, she draws the word on her desk with her forefinger, wondering how she suddenly got that lucky. And when she looks up, he winks and smiles, a little unsure around the edges, and she knows he wonders the same.
***
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Date: 2009-12-07 09:55 pm (UTC)ZOMG YAYS!
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Date: 2009-12-08 05:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-12 10:31 pm (UTC)And the Pike/Number One really threw me off guard because I totally swooned for it, and you know that's not my pairing. But they are so lovely together, aww.
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Date: 2009-12-13 10:51 am (UTC)I like to read Pike/Number One but don't have the inclination to write them - usually, but that's the good thing about this drabbling, it makes me play with other pairings.
Glad you liked the ficlets! Thank you :)
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Date: 2010-01-09 03:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
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