.033 - someday, I'll stop posting every day

[captain_jtkirk]

[Filtered to Admiral Kirk. Viewable by Bones.]

So Admiral.

Imagine my everlasting shame when it was brought to my attention that you haven't had your physical yet. A man of your age and experience should know that they are vital to a man's health.

You need to report to the Infirmary. Right now. Or else I'm going to be forced to take drastic measures.

[Private to Pavi]

So what's McCoy got you doing?

[ooc: Kirkling found the medical files. So he snooped. And is using that to win his bet with Bones FOREVER.]

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"Nah, my baby blues are all natural, honey. Kirks are just lucky that way." [Kirk practically beamed at him.] "I like your eyes. Normally hazel is a very ugly color but they're not always like that. Sometimes they're all green or just all brown or even red with the insane urge to kill me."

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Your older self didn't get that luck. [He comments, because it's true and god knew it sounded like an insult to the other man enough Kirk might actually be pleased with it. Lord he was getting soft.]

[He snorted in amusement at Kirk's assessment, head to the side.] Careful Jim, you're making me blush. [He said dryly.] Are you appeased with how lucky a bastard I am yet or do I need to write you a god damned sonnet?

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"I've never had a sonnet written about me before." [Jim mused with an interested eyebrow.] "Is it going to rhyme? I feel like it should rhyme."

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

[McCoy huffed at that, tugging the hem of Kirk's shirt.] You'll see, now won't you? Come on, if I'm going to go to sleep might as well tire us both out beforehand.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"There's that Southern charm," [Kirk teased as he slipped out of his shirt and moved to remove McCoy's as well.] "Service me now so I can rest peacefully."

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Service you huh? [McCoy said in a true drawl thank you very much. He held up his arms to help get his shirt off, pulling Kirk to the bed by his wrist once it was shed.] Well I'll see what we can do about that. [He pushed Kirk back onto the bed, brow raised.]

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Jim smirks in response to that, stretching out on the bed, and letting his legs fall open.] "C'mon, Bones. Show me some of those mad doctor skills."

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

I don't know what's worse- [He leaned over Jim, one between his legs as he balanced himself with either arm braced beside Jim's shoulders.] - your fake accents of the fact you use terms like 'mad doctor skills.' [He pressed his lips against Kirk's, making sure to steal whatever snarky remark the man was going to use against him right out of his mouth. He moved a hand, trailing it up Jim's side as if categorizing the muscles and ghosts of injuries Kirk had gathered over the years, the injuries he closed with his own two hands and helped vanish.]

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Kirk latched on to him when he got close enough, digging his fingers into the doctor's hair and hooking one of his legs around the back of Bones's knee. That kiss didn't completely stop the retort he had in store for him, just delayed it until Jim pulled back to drag oxygen back into his lungs.]

"A captain must be able to adapt to any situation." [A statement he punctuated with licking a trail up the side of McCoy's neck.]

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

[McCoy's lips quirked against Kirk's jaw, huffing something like 'smart ass' against against his skin. He trailed down Jim's neck, pressing against the crook where he so often sunk his hypospray in, before going lower to his collar bone. He hooked the waist of Kirk's pants, five o'clock shadow grazing over Jim's chest.]

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"God, Bones, I never ever want you to shave," [Kirk moaned happily, arching into the mouth working over his skin. He was a man of sensation and that scratchy feeling was one of the best he'd come across.

Maybe that was just more of a Bones thing then a general thing he liked about sleeping with guys.]

"Five o'clock shadow. All the time. Captain's orders."

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

That's against Starfleet protocol captain. [McCoy responded wryly, muffled against Kirk's abdomen. He brushed his jaw and lips over Kirk's side by his hip bone just to make the point, maybe to have Kirk make that sound again because it was a damnd good one.]

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"Starfleet has a protocol about CMOs looking delicious and fuckable? Why have I never heard of this before?" [Kirk laughed, knowing exactly which protocol he really meant but just... ignoring it anyway.

He threaded his fingers through McCoy's hair, nudging his head a little towards where he wanted it to go, a coy smile playing on his lips.]

"Good thing Starfleet isn't here though, right?"

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Probably your advanced level of selective hearing. [McCoy responded, which god knew wasn't too far from the truth when it came to Kirk. At least it was as endearing as it was irritating, which was really the kid in a nut shell.

Like that flash of a smile Bones caught in a glance upwards. McCoy unbuttoned Kirk's pants, tugging the zipper and cloth as he moved to slide them down Jim's hips.] I'll consider your request. [He answered, pressing his lips Kirk's hipbone.] As long as you don't steal my razor.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"I make no promises." [Kirk huffed, lifting his hips helpfully. His breathing was noticeably heavier and the more turned on he got, the more he tended to make impatient little noises.] "Try to convince me not to."