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lesyeuxvertsTitle: A Vulcan's Best Friend
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 486
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Prompt: "Tentacles are a Vulcan's best friend"
Warnings: err, bondage? Sort of?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spock has heard it said that tentacles are a Vulcan's best friend, but he has never come to any understanding of the phrase. He has taken the required classes in Vulcan and human anatomy and physiology, but has never encountered any mention of tentacles.
He suspects that it is part of the crude humor of Starfleet cadets. They are, in many ways, more creative than the bullies he faced at home.
The first time Kirk leads an away mission, his encounter with a large sentient plant ends with him being wrapped in its tentacles. Spock blinks, fascinated by the play of muscles under his Captain's shirt as he struggles.
Tentacles are a Vulcan's best friend. It cannot be true - there is no logical reason for tentacles, even the tentacles of a sentient plant, to be considered under the category of friendship. Spock has no inclination to befriend this plant, though he finds himself tempted to thank it. Kirk is quite compelling when he is restrained and kept silent.
He has occasion to ask his father about the phrase when they next visit Vulcan, but receives no satisfactory answer. His alternate self, when asked, only smiles.
Having exhausted all other sources of information, Spock turns to Doctor McCoy - who, in spite of his failings, is well-versed in medicine. The doctor pushes back his chair, puts his feet up on his desk, and pours himself a shot of brandy before asking Spock if he needs to know about the birds and the bees.
Spock flees before he can be treated to a lecture on xenobiology.
Kirk finds him where he has taken refuge on the observation deck, looking out into space. It is a foolish matter to be preoccupied with - he would not have thought of the cadet's foolish prompt if not for the incident on Altair Six, if not for the sight of Jim Kirk pinned in place and helpless. Spock, when he allows himself to sleep instead of meditating through the night, dreams of the planet again. The image of Jim's torn shirt seems to be burned into his brain-
"Nothing is wrong," he says, brushing past Kirk and heading for the door.
"Don't. I know something's been bothering you since the mission to Altair ... oh," he says. "Fuck, is that it?"
He kisses Spock, pushing him up against the door and pinning him there. He pulls back, looking at Spock, and says, "That is it, isn't it?"
He leads Spock off to his quarters and, later, Spock explains his confusion over the phrase, he doesn't laugh or evade the question. He raises one eyebrow - a gesture he stole from Spock - and suggests that they experiment with tentacles on their next mission.
Spock finds himself agreeing, though he still doubts that any tentacles will be his best friend - it is a position that seems to be admirably filled already.
Title: Correct Behavior
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 358
Rating: R
Pairing: Spock/Chekov
Prompt: voyeurism
Warnings: what the prompt says :p
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It is not correct for a senior officer to approach an ensign regarding a romantic relationship. Spock, knowing that, knows also that Chekov has been watching him.
They talk about quantum decay late at night, when the light from the stars overhead casts shadows on Chekov's face. He looks young - younger than he is - and Spock knows that he cannot with conscience act.
He lingers in the shower, after a particularly intense workout, and although he knows that Pavel is in the next shower cubicle, he cannot help himself. He touches himself, stroking skin that is slick with soap and water, imagining Pavel's hands on his.
He knows that Pavel can hear him, can see the shadows of his motions, but he doesn't stop himself. He can't.
And if, in the heartbeats before he steps out of the shower, he has any remorse, he doesn't let himself feel it. He is Vulcan, and he schools his face to show no emotion.
Chekov says nothing, and will not look at him. The tips of his ears are flushed pink, and he hurries out of the room. Spock allows himself a sigh before he gathers his wet towel and walks to his room, his bones still heavy from his orgasm. He finds it hard to move, having imagined Chekov's hands on his skin, having never felt them.
Late that night, when he cannot sleep, he walks to the observation deck and stands in the shadows, remembering the time that Chekov leaned toward him, almost touching him, while they debated the merits of string theory.
Spock blinks, but he is not dreaming. Chekov is in the chair where he usually sits - head thrown back, his trousers down, his hand moving on his cock.
Spock stays and watches, though he knows it is reprehensible, a violation of Ensign Chekov's privacy. He stays long enough to hear Chekov say his name when he comes - and then, because it would be wrong to stay and force a confession, he goes.
He will not be discovered ... but in spite of the pricking of his conscience, he will come here again.
Title: Not Sure He Should
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 252
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: McCoy/Chekov
Prompt: barely legal
Warnings: well, like the prompt says … they are of age. Barely.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The kid isn't legal, and Leonard doesn't do that - hasn't done that, ever, and hasn't done anything since-
It doesn't matter. It's not the sort of thing that you forget, but Leonard doesn't need to remember.
The kid is barely legal, and he's started following Leonard around when they're off-duty. Looking like a puppy isn't getting him anywhere - it's not like Leonard or anyone else needs to be reminded that he's just a kid, not with that face and those curls. He's the sort of boy that Leonard would have taken home to meet his mama, when he was that age.
He isn't, anymore, and he doesn't want to know what she'd say if she saw him with Chekov now. She raised him to be better than that, she'd say - that's the least of what she'd say, and Leonard's got enough bourbon to keep from imagining the rest of it.
The kid is legal, now, well over the age of consent, and still following Leonard around like a puppy. He's gotten Chapel to start sending Chekov to one of the other doctors on board - it's embarrassing, that's what it is, and Leonard is a professional. He can deal with this.
He's not sure he can, anymore, when he finds Pavel in his quarters, in his bed, with the sheets pulled up to his chin and a blush on his face. He's not sure he can, and he's not sure he should.
He definitely remembers how to do this.
Title: For the Sake of the Morning After
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 105
Rating: R
Pairing: Spock Prime/Spock
Prompt: mutual masturbation
Warnings: err, I've been assured by several lovely people that this pairing doesn't actually count as incest, but idek, ymmv, and all that.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It is only logical to find release - here in the hands of another - but Spock is finding it hard to be logical. There's a heartbeat underlying his own, and the rhythm matches his. These hands are like his own, and yet unlike them, and there is no need for a meld to communicate. The two of them breathe together, and touch together, and come together, and at the end of it all...
At the end of it all, the blood fever is gone and his thoughts are clear. He doesn't need a mirror, and he can look himself in the face without regret.
Title: The End of the High
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 143
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Sulu
Prompt: adrenaline
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It's when he's flying, high and fast, that Jim feels it most. It's in his veins - it was in his father's veins, he was born with this.
That thought hurts, so he steers away - hands steady on the controls, heartbeat steady, breathing deep and even - he lives for this.
Hikaru does too - Jim knew it the first time they met, high in the sky on their first practice flight. And Jim may not want it the way Hikaru does, he might want the Captain's chair instead of the pilot's seat, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't understand. He does.
So when it comes to this, the end of the shift and the end of the high, Jim knows what to do, how to push Hikaru against the wall in the turbolift and bring him down off his high.
Title: First Base, and Other Earthly Metaphors
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 237
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Prompt: frottage
Warnings: what the prompt says, lol
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sweeter than sugar and sharper than wine - this is like an Iowa morning, early, before the birds are up and it's just the wind in the grass and the darkness of the sky is like velvet on the skin. Jim hadn't thought that anything in space could feel this good, could feel like the rush he used to get when he threw back one shot after another, when he threw one punch after another. Touching Spock feels good.
He's pretty sure he hasn't felt anything yet, that it will be even better when Spock lets him get past first base. They haven't touched yet, not truly - Spock turned his head aside when Jim moved in for a kiss. Vulcans don't touch that way, Jim gets it, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't want more.
He wants to touch Spock, really touch him, fingers sliding under clothes and over skin. He wants to peel back the layers covering his reserved First Officer and fuck him until he's breathing hard and begging for it. But now-
If this is what Spock will give him, he'll take it. Even if they just rubbed each other off like teenagers in a borrowed car, even if Spock bit his lip so as not to make a sound - it's still damned perfect, better than any girl that Jim's ever had, and he's more than willing to wait for more.
Title: Like Magnets
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 399
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Prompt: prostitution
Warnings: mention of dub-con
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There is one thing that Spock can count on - the captain will survive. He always does.
It's a lodestone, the magnetic north for Spock's thoughts, and he focuses on it as he pilots the shuttle. It keeps everything else at bay.
When he finds Kirk, there are no apologies or recriminations. The captain wipes the lipstick off his mouth, smearing it on the back of his hand. "I'm happy enough to kiss you, but I don't think that would go over well."
Spock could kiss him as well, but the sight of the captain like this - he's going head over heels, literally, the shoes making him stumble. He's sold himself to survive.
Spock doesn't kiss him, but he puts a hand on his shoulder, feeling his warmth through the thin dress. He lets Jim pilot, knowing that he needs to be doing something, letting him prove himself.
There's no inquiry from Starfleet - no questions are asked. Spock deals with the paperwork; they say that Vulcans can't lie, and they don't ask any questions. He leaves the rest to Doctor McCoy, who has a bottle of bourbon and knows how to talk to Jim.
He doesn't think that there's anything to say. The captain chose to go - it was Spock's responsibility to retrieve him - and there is no logic in counting the minutes that were wasted or the mistakes that were made. He knows them all - he sees them in his dreams.
Spock makes a list of them all, and offers to show it to Jim. It takes months - every mistake, every minute - and by then, the smile is back on Jim's face. When they play chess, Spock doesn't have to blink to erase the image of Jim in a dress, in a brothel.
"That won't be necessary," Jim says, pushing his rook across the board. It's an illogical move, and will probably win the game for him. Spock is past the point where he tried to decipher his strategy - there are some things he will never understand.
"I could kiss you," Jim says, as he once said, and Spock knows that he means it this time. He waits, holding himself still, and lets Jim do it. They come together like two magnets, and the only thing that Spock can think is this - that the captain will always survive.
Title: (In)convenient Circumstances
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Prompt: lap-sitting
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It started on shore leave. There weren't enough chairs, and Pavel climbed into Hikaru's lap and ignored the way the others looked at him. Hikaru ignored it too, after the third shot of vodka.
Pavel was a happy drunk, and Hikaru helped him get there, matched him shot for shot. He loved the way Pavel made broad gestures with his hands when he explained the properties of quarks to Kirk, who was half-listening while he watched the women at the bar. Pavel leaned forward, pushing his ass against Hikaru's cock.
Another round of vodka - another shot - if he drank enough, he wouldn't have an embarrassing erection. Pavel was innocent, it wasn't right to-
The rest of the night was a blur, but the next morning, Pavel brought him coffee and sat in his lap while he drank it, smoothing his hair back from his forehead.
"Maybe we will have shore leave again soon," he said. "Maybe you should not drink so much next time, Hikaru."
"You drank just as much as I did."
"I am Russian," Pavel said. "Vodka is in my blood."
"My ass," Kirk said, dropping into the seat across from them and putting his head in his hand. "You conned Bones into giving you a hypo last night."
He didn't look at Pavel sitting in Hikaru's lap - he didn't say anything about it until he had finished his coffee, and then he stood and clapped Hikaru on the shoulder.
"Hey, guys? Next time, get a room, will you? Some of us don't want to watch you make kissy face eyes at each other ... just go ahead and do it already, for fuck's sake."
Pavel laughed when he was gone and wrapped an arm around Hikaru's neck. "Don't worry," he said. "You have not forgotten anything important."
It may have started out when they were on shoreleave and there weren't enough chairs, but after that, Pavel made a point of sitting in Hikaru's lap and smirking at the captain. Hikaru never remembers the end of the night, but he never tells Pavel to stop.
Title: The Uniform Makes the Man
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 163
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/Bones
Prompt: uniforms
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The first time Jim meets Bones, they're neither of them in uniform. It isn't until later that Jim learns to appreciate that long sleek lines of the man, the look of him in his uniform.
He's even hotter when they graduate from cadet red and Jim can pop down to sickbay and ogle him in his uniform any time of day. He makes excuses to leave the bridge, until finally, Bones pours him a whiskey during the middle of their shift and sits down with him in his office.
"You know," he says, leaning back - his uniform stretches across his chest and Jim can see his muscles move under the taut cloth - "you know, I've always thought that command gold suits you."
Jim swallows his whiskey and leans across the desk. "You look good in uniform, too," he says, licking the last of his whiskey off his lips.
He doesn't need to make excuses to go down to sickbay after that.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 486
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Prompt: "Tentacles are a Vulcan's best friend"
Warnings: err, bondage? Sort of?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spock has heard it said that tentacles are a Vulcan's best friend, but he has never come to any understanding of the phrase. He has taken the required classes in Vulcan and human anatomy and physiology, but has never encountered any mention of tentacles.
He suspects that it is part of the crude humor of Starfleet cadets. They are, in many ways, more creative than the bullies he faced at home.
The first time Kirk leads an away mission, his encounter with a large sentient plant ends with him being wrapped in its tentacles. Spock blinks, fascinated by the play of muscles under his Captain's shirt as he struggles.
Tentacles are a Vulcan's best friend. It cannot be true - there is no logical reason for tentacles, even the tentacles of a sentient plant, to be considered under the category of friendship. Spock has no inclination to befriend this plant, though he finds himself tempted to thank it. Kirk is quite compelling when he is restrained and kept silent.
He has occasion to ask his father about the phrase when they next visit Vulcan, but receives no satisfactory answer. His alternate self, when asked, only smiles.
Having exhausted all other sources of information, Spock turns to Doctor McCoy - who, in spite of his failings, is well-versed in medicine. The doctor pushes back his chair, puts his feet up on his desk, and pours himself a shot of brandy before asking Spock if he needs to know about the birds and the bees.
Spock flees before he can be treated to a lecture on xenobiology.
Kirk finds him where he has taken refuge on the observation deck, looking out into space. It is a foolish matter to be preoccupied with - he would not have thought of the cadet's foolish prompt if not for the incident on Altair Six, if not for the sight of Jim Kirk pinned in place and helpless. Spock, when he allows himself to sleep instead of meditating through the night, dreams of the planet again. The image of Jim's torn shirt seems to be burned into his brain-
"Nothing is wrong," he says, brushing past Kirk and heading for the door.
"Don't. I know something's been bothering you since the mission to Altair ... oh," he says. "Fuck, is that it?"
He kisses Spock, pushing him up against the door and pinning him there. He pulls back, looking at Spock, and says, "That is it, isn't it?"
He leads Spock off to his quarters and, later, Spock explains his confusion over the phrase, he doesn't laugh or evade the question. He raises one eyebrow - a gesture he stole from Spock - and suggests that they experiment with tentacles on their next mission.
Spock finds himself agreeing, though he still doubts that any tentacles will be his best friend - it is a position that seems to be admirably filled already.
Title: Correct Behavior
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 358
Rating: R
Pairing: Spock/Chekov
Prompt: voyeurism
Warnings: what the prompt says :p
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It is not correct for a senior officer to approach an ensign regarding a romantic relationship. Spock, knowing that, knows also that Chekov has been watching him.
They talk about quantum decay late at night, when the light from the stars overhead casts shadows on Chekov's face. He looks young - younger than he is - and Spock knows that he cannot with conscience act.
He lingers in the shower, after a particularly intense workout, and although he knows that Pavel is in the next shower cubicle, he cannot help himself. He touches himself, stroking skin that is slick with soap and water, imagining Pavel's hands on his.
He knows that Pavel can hear him, can see the shadows of his motions, but he doesn't stop himself. He can't.
And if, in the heartbeats before he steps out of the shower, he has any remorse, he doesn't let himself feel it. He is Vulcan, and he schools his face to show no emotion.
Chekov says nothing, and will not look at him. The tips of his ears are flushed pink, and he hurries out of the room. Spock allows himself a sigh before he gathers his wet towel and walks to his room, his bones still heavy from his orgasm. He finds it hard to move, having imagined Chekov's hands on his skin, having never felt them.
Late that night, when he cannot sleep, he walks to the observation deck and stands in the shadows, remembering the time that Chekov leaned toward him, almost touching him, while they debated the merits of string theory.
Spock blinks, but he is not dreaming. Chekov is in the chair where he usually sits - head thrown back, his trousers down, his hand moving on his cock.
Spock stays and watches, though he knows it is reprehensible, a violation of Ensign Chekov's privacy. He stays long enough to hear Chekov say his name when he comes - and then, because it would be wrong to stay and force a confession, he goes.
He will not be discovered ... but in spite of the pricking of his conscience, he will come here again.
Title: Not Sure He Should
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 252
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: McCoy/Chekov
Prompt: barely legal
Warnings: well, like the prompt says … they are of age. Barely.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The kid isn't legal, and Leonard doesn't do that - hasn't done that, ever, and hasn't done anything since-
It doesn't matter. It's not the sort of thing that you forget, but Leonard doesn't need to remember.
The kid is barely legal, and he's started following Leonard around when they're off-duty. Looking like a puppy isn't getting him anywhere - it's not like Leonard or anyone else needs to be reminded that he's just a kid, not with that face and those curls. He's the sort of boy that Leonard would have taken home to meet his mama, when he was that age.
He isn't, anymore, and he doesn't want to know what she'd say if she saw him with Chekov now. She raised him to be better than that, she'd say - that's the least of what she'd say, and Leonard's got enough bourbon to keep from imagining the rest of it.
The kid is legal, now, well over the age of consent, and still following Leonard around like a puppy. He's gotten Chapel to start sending Chekov to one of the other doctors on board - it's embarrassing, that's what it is, and Leonard is a professional. He can deal with this.
He's not sure he can, anymore, when he finds Pavel in his quarters, in his bed, with the sheets pulled up to his chin and a blush on his face. He's not sure he can, and he's not sure he should.
He definitely remembers how to do this.
Title: For the Sake of the Morning After
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 105
Rating: R
Pairing: Spock Prime/Spock
Prompt: mutual masturbation
Warnings: err, I've been assured by several lovely people that this pairing doesn't actually count as incest, but idek, ymmv, and all that.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It is only logical to find release - here in the hands of another - but Spock is finding it hard to be logical. There's a heartbeat underlying his own, and the rhythm matches his. These hands are like his own, and yet unlike them, and there is no need for a meld to communicate. The two of them breathe together, and touch together, and come together, and at the end of it all...
At the end of it all, the blood fever is gone and his thoughts are clear. He doesn't need a mirror, and he can look himself in the face without regret.
Title: The End of the High
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 143
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Sulu
Prompt: adrenaline
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It's when he's flying, high and fast, that Jim feels it most. It's in his veins - it was in his father's veins, he was born with this.
That thought hurts, so he steers away - hands steady on the controls, heartbeat steady, breathing deep and even - he lives for this.
Hikaru does too - Jim knew it the first time they met, high in the sky on their first practice flight. And Jim may not want it the way Hikaru does, he might want the Captain's chair instead of the pilot's seat, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't understand. He does.
So when it comes to this, the end of the shift and the end of the high, Jim knows what to do, how to push Hikaru against the wall in the turbolift and bring him down off his high.
Title: First Base, and Other Earthly Metaphors
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 237
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Prompt: frottage
Warnings: what the prompt says, lol
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sweeter than sugar and sharper than wine - this is like an Iowa morning, early, before the birds are up and it's just the wind in the grass and the darkness of the sky is like velvet on the skin. Jim hadn't thought that anything in space could feel this good, could feel like the rush he used to get when he threw back one shot after another, when he threw one punch after another. Touching Spock feels good.
He's pretty sure he hasn't felt anything yet, that it will be even better when Spock lets him get past first base. They haven't touched yet, not truly - Spock turned his head aside when Jim moved in for a kiss. Vulcans don't touch that way, Jim gets it, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't want more.
He wants to touch Spock, really touch him, fingers sliding under clothes and over skin. He wants to peel back the layers covering his reserved First Officer and fuck him until he's breathing hard and begging for it. But now-
If this is what Spock will give him, he'll take it. Even if they just rubbed each other off like teenagers in a borrowed car, even if Spock bit his lip so as not to make a sound - it's still damned perfect, better than any girl that Jim's ever had, and he's more than willing to wait for more.
Title: Like Magnets
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 399
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Prompt: prostitution
Warnings: mention of dub-con
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There is one thing that Spock can count on - the captain will survive. He always does.
It's a lodestone, the magnetic north for Spock's thoughts, and he focuses on it as he pilots the shuttle. It keeps everything else at bay.
When he finds Kirk, there are no apologies or recriminations. The captain wipes the lipstick off his mouth, smearing it on the back of his hand. "I'm happy enough to kiss you, but I don't think that would go over well."
Spock could kiss him as well, but the sight of the captain like this - he's going head over heels, literally, the shoes making him stumble. He's sold himself to survive.
Spock doesn't kiss him, but he puts a hand on his shoulder, feeling his warmth through the thin dress. He lets Jim pilot, knowing that he needs to be doing something, letting him prove himself.
There's no inquiry from Starfleet - no questions are asked. Spock deals with the paperwork; they say that Vulcans can't lie, and they don't ask any questions. He leaves the rest to Doctor McCoy, who has a bottle of bourbon and knows how to talk to Jim.
He doesn't think that there's anything to say. The captain chose to go - it was Spock's responsibility to retrieve him - and there is no logic in counting the minutes that were wasted or the mistakes that were made. He knows them all - he sees them in his dreams.
Spock makes a list of them all, and offers to show it to Jim. It takes months - every mistake, every minute - and by then, the smile is back on Jim's face. When they play chess, Spock doesn't have to blink to erase the image of Jim in a dress, in a brothel.
"That won't be necessary," Jim says, pushing his rook across the board. It's an illogical move, and will probably win the game for him. Spock is past the point where he tried to decipher his strategy - there are some things he will never understand.
"I could kiss you," Jim says, as he once said, and Spock knows that he means it this time. He waits, holding himself still, and lets Jim do it. They come together like two magnets, and the only thing that Spock can think is this - that the captain will always survive.
Title: (In)convenient Circumstances
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Prompt: lap-sitting
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It started on shore leave. There weren't enough chairs, and Pavel climbed into Hikaru's lap and ignored the way the others looked at him. Hikaru ignored it too, after the third shot of vodka.
Pavel was a happy drunk, and Hikaru helped him get there, matched him shot for shot. He loved the way Pavel made broad gestures with his hands when he explained the properties of quarks to Kirk, who was half-listening while he watched the women at the bar. Pavel leaned forward, pushing his ass against Hikaru's cock.
Another round of vodka - another shot - if he drank enough, he wouldn't have an embarrassing erection. Pavel was innocent, it wasn't right to-
The rest of the night was a blur, but the next morning, Pavel brought him coffee and sat in his lap while he drank it, smoothing his hair back from his forehead.
"Maybe we will have shore leave again soon," he said. "Maybe you should not drink so much next time, Hikaru."
"You drank just as much as I did."
"I am Russian," Pavel said. "Vodka is in my blood."
"My ass," Kirk said, dropping into the seat across from them and putting his head in his hand. "You conned Bones into giving you a hypo last night."
He didn't look at Pavel sitting in Hikaru's lap - he didn't say anything about it until he had finished his coffee, and then he stood and clapped Hikaru on the shoulder.
"Hey, guys? Next time, get a room, will you? Some of us don't want to watch you make kissy face eyes at each other ... just go ahead and do it already, for fuck's sake."
Pavel laughed when he was gone and wrapped an arm around Hikaru's neck. "Don't worry," he said. "You have not forgotten anything important."
It may have started out when they were on shoreleave and there weren't enough chairs, but after that, Pavel made a point of sitting in Hikaru's lap and smirking at the captain. Hikaru never remembers the end of the night, but he never tells Pavel to stop.
Title: The Uniform Makes the Man
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 163
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/Bones
Prompt: uniforms
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The first time Jim meets Bones, they're neither of them in uniform. It isn't until later that Jim learns to appreciate that long sleek lines of the man, the look of him in his uniform.
He's even hotter when they graduate from cadet red and Jim can pop down to sickbay and ogle him in his uniform any time of day. He makes excuses to leave the bridge, until finally, Bones pours him a whiskey during the middle of their shift and sits down with him in his office.
"You know," he says, leaning back - his uniform stretches across his chest and Jim can see his muscles move under the taut cloth - "you know, I've always thought that command gold suits you."
Jim swallows his whiskey and leans across the desk. "You look good in uniform, too," he says, licking the last of his whiskey off his lips.
He doesn't need to make excuses to go down to sickbay after that.
