.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]

"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."