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bridge2sickbay challenges. The theme for this set was Household Objects, I believe.
Prompt: McCoy, Joanna - Books
Rating: G
(Gen)
While at the Academy, and the for the first few years on board the Enterprise, Leonard always worried about the gifts he'd get for Joanna. Whether'd she actually get them at all or if she did, whether she appreciated it. As their interactions were limited through him sending Video mail and Jocelyn's rare updates of images and vids, he could only hope and pray that his daughter knew how much he loved her through his gifts.
It wasn't until she was nearly ten that he finally found out. After a long day in sickbay, he returned to an incoming message of Joanna thanking him for all the old fashioned books, of figuring out how to connect to him on her own, and that she loves and misses him, eagerly waiting to see what book she'll get next.
For the first time in years, Leonard cried, happy and relieved to know his daughter still loved him.
Prompt: Uhura, Gaila - Electrical Socket
Rating: PG
Uhura loved technology as much as anyone, save for the friend that Kirk always dragged around, but she found that at times, technology just doesn't love her. Or specifically, plugs. If it was a wireless device or a console, Uhura was golden.
But if she had to plug something in? Things would go wrong nearly 90% of the time. Wires would fray, plugs would burn out or in this case, the sockets would catch on fire. Normally something like a fire, wouldn't phase her but as she was putting it out, she couldn't help but get irritated at the laughter behind her. Gaila had seen the whole thing.
"Oh honey, when you said plugs hate you, you really meant it!"
Uhura turned to Gaila, giving her a patented glare.
Gaila simply smiled and grabbed her toolbox. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." She walked toward the smoking socket but not before pecking Uhura on the cheek. "That's why you've got me around."
Uhura's glare turned into a smile. "Well, not the only reason."
Prompt: Spock, Sulu - Toilet
Rating: NC-17
(Spock/Sulu. Watersports)
Sulu quickly runs into his room and begins undressing, cursing that he was late nearly five minutes. As soon as the last article of clothing was off, he takes a breath to compose himself, before walking into his bathroom.
He schools his expression into a neutral one before entering the shower stall, trying not to groan at the sight before him. Spock, naked, and kneeling. He looked up at Sulu, eyebrow already raised but said nothing. No, words were barely ever exchanged between them, but he knew he'd be in for it later. He didn't mind so much.
Sulu takes his stance in front of Spock, and lets go, reveling in the fact that he kept a bottle of water on him at all times during shift. He doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until he hears Spock moan and looks down.
"Fuck..." Sulu mutters as he catches Spock with his mouth open, taking most of the piss. He shifts, moving the stream down Spock's chest and already hard penis. Too soon, he finishes and begins tugging his penis into full hardness.
"Floor" is all Spock says and Sulu knows this is his reprimand for being late. He complies, laying down right in the middle of the puddle he left. Before he can even get comfortable, Spock is on him, over him, and then finally, in him. Sulu grunts at the first painful thrust but soon it melts into pleasure.
Spock grips his waist hard, adding to the bruises that barely faded from last week's encounter. Sulu pushes back, not able to get enough, not caring how his cock is being rubbed raw on the floor. After what seems like forever, Sulu hears Spock say his name before coming. He comes a few thrusts later.
As soon as they've both recovered, they get up and Spock turns on the sonic shower. Silent still they help clean each other, and with one deep kiss, only when they're done, Spock leaves and Sulu's already looking forward to next time.
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Waffle Iron
Rating: PG
(Kirk/McCoy)
Jim wakes to the smell of something cooking. He moans thinking he's still dreaming of days when his mom was home. The sound of cursing is what gets him to sit up. He looks around realizing he's not home and he's not in his dorm room. He then hears the sound of plates rattling in the direction of the kitchenette of Bones' apartment. It was a week into their summer break and Bones had taken to living off campus during it.
"Bones?" Jim calls out as he gets out of bed and looks for his pants.
"Awake, finally?" Bones calls back.
Jim nods and responds with a "Yeah!" while pulling his boxer-briefs on instead. He pads into the kitchenette. "Anything wrong?" He grins at the sight, Bones wearing only boxers and an apron.
"Yeah, this damned waffle iron has it in for me!" He points to the the table where there are a few waffles in various states of burned.
Jim chuckles and wraps his arms around Bones, laying his chin on his shoulder. "First you give me an amazing night of sex, and now breakfast? You're too awesome for words."
Bones frowns and looks at Jim. "A burnt breakfast."
"It's the thought that counts." Jim leans forward and kisses Bones, wondering if he's still just dreaming.
Prompt: Pike, Kirk - Leather Bound book
Rating: G
(Gen)
"Did you bring it?" Pike asks, still drowsy from the medication that Bones gave him.
Jim nods, sitting onto the chair next to the biobed. It's been nearly thirteen hours since he last saw the captain, having to see to other repairs and duties as they limped back to Earth.
"Sorry it took so long but, I found the book right where you said it was." He lifts up a worn, leather bound book so Pike could see from his position.
"Good. It's yours now, Kirk. Read it when you have a chance, take heart what you're able, and don't forget to add to it when you can." Pike smiles at him before closing his eyes.
"Sir?"
"Dismissed...Captain."
Jim nods again and slowly walks away, confused. He ducks into Bones' office, knowing the doctor was currently in surgery. It took a few pages of flipping to realize what he had in his hands. Started with a Captain Goodwin and his first few sets of Five Year Missions, then with Pike, leading up to an hour before all hell broke lose. He reads that one, slowly, seeing the excitement and hopes Pike had.
Jim slumps against the door, figuring out what Pike must've known since waking up. This ship was his now, and with this book, he'll become a great Captain yet, like his predecessors. Like his father.
Prompt: McCoy, AC(Kirk) - Door Knob
Rating: NC-17
(Kirk/McCoy. Use of "toys")
It was only after Jim assured him many times that it was brand new and sanitized that Bones agreed to it. He had promised anything for Jim's birthday and he would keep his word.
So there Jim was, naked and sitting comfortably in a padded chair while Bones was straddling and kissing him. "I love you, you know that, right?" Jim whispered when they broke away.
"Yeah yeah..." Bones got up and walked towards the locked door in front of them. "Love you too, Jim, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this." He bent down
to pick up the bottle of lube and poured it generously in his hand.
Jim began to squirm in his chair in anticipation and grinned. "You're secretly loving it Bones, I know you, ya kinky bastard."
Bones turned towards Jim and nearly raised both eyebrows as he lubed up the object before him. "You're the one that asked me to do this." His tone was belied by his grin. "You know you won't be able to see most of the action just sitting there."
"No but I'll see your reactions."
Jim leaned forward as Bones began the show. He started first by rubbing his ass on the doorknob slowly, face reddening partly of embarrassment but mostly of lust for Jim. He began to push back into the knob, hissing slightly at the cold metal but quickly warmed it with his constant rubbing.
Not wanting to touch himself just yet, Jim gripped the arm rests, sucking in a breath as Bones widened his stance. He bit his lip as Bones kept looking at him while he pressed down on the knob.
"Fuck..." Bones muttered, trying to keep his focus on Jim and relaxing while the knob breeched him. He did it slowly, rocking slightly as more entered him. He looked at Jim lustily, grabbing his cock and slowly began stroking himself.
"That's it," Jim moaned, "You look so hot right now, Bones."
Bones simply grunted in response as the top half was in him. He kept stroking, harder now as he started rocking his hips up and down. He closed his eyes, the sensation of fullness overtaking him.
Jim couldn't abstain anymore and leaned back, fisting his cock hard, trying to match Bones' increasing tempo. Soon, Bones was lost in his own orgasm, yelling out Jim's name, and Jim came quickly after that.
Using the last of his energy, he got up and helped Bones off and away from the door and towards the bed nearby. Bones winced as soon as they hit the bed but threw an arm around Jim. "Happy Birthday, Jim."
Jim smiled, tiredly and kissed him. "Thank you, Bones."
Prompt: Kirk, Spock, McCoy - Clock
Rating: PG
(Gen)
There was a lot of things, Old Spock had asked of him the day they met. But it was the unspoken ones that kept bothering Jim when he officially started his captaincy. The memories of another life floating through his head, the worry of Old Spock about the three of them, living a life of something beyond friendship.
He didn't know if it could work out, this time round. As much as the Narada Incident bonded his crew together, there were still worries and doubts, and the animosity between Spock and Bones was a bit more strenuous than in Old Spock's time. Still, he tried whenever he could, to form a relationship with Spock first, as him and Bones would always be solid, before trying to get them in the same room off shift.
He was always reminded of his task at night, when the memories would resurface, showing a laughing Bones not quite like his and a nearly smirking Spock, of them camping of all things when they're much older. But still that transferred emotion underlying it all, of not enough time.
Every morning he wakes, determined to not let emotion overtake him. While crazy events may be in store, the clock always ticking away, he doesn't believe in no-win situations. He still has time, and they will still have the greatest friendship of all time, even if Old Spock never dares to ask of it.
Prompt: Pike, McCoy - Duffel Bag
Rating: R
(Pike/McCoy)
Leonard flopped down on the motel bed, sweaty, sore, and exhausted, but feeling good. He watched the other man walk around naked, looking for his clothes and a towel and chuckled.
"Is this how you recruit all the time, Captain?"
Captain Pike looks up at him and smirked. "Only the hard headed ones who need extra persuasion."
Leonard makes a non-committal noise and sits up. "Well ya have me sold. Not like I had any other options." Scanning the room, he grins at finding the mini bar, glad to be able refill his flask.
"You're a brilliant doctor, Leonard. The Federation is not your only option," Pike grinned, "just your best."
Leonard chuckled and got up. "Is that so? Do I get a branded duffel like yours too?" Leonard nodded to the Starfleet bag on the chair before heading into the bathroom.
"We'll see pending a performance review." Smiling, Pike dropped his clothes over the chair and followed Leonard into bathroom, already hearing the shower being turned on.
bridge2sickbay challenges. The theme for this set was Household Objects, I believe.Prompt: McCoy, Joanna - Books
Rating: G
(Gen)
While at the Academy, and the for the first few years on board the Enterprise, Leonard always worried about the gifts he'd get for Joanna. Whether'd she actually get them at all or if she did, whether she appreciated it. As their interactions were limited through him sending Video mail and Jocelyn's rare updates of images and vids, he could only hope and pray that his daughter knew how much he loved her through his gifts.
It wasn't until she was nearly ten that he finally found out. After a long day in sickbay, he returned to an incoming message of Joanna thanking him for all the old fashioned books, of figuring out how to connect to him on her own, and that she loves and misses him, eagerly waiting to see what book she'll get next.
For the first time in years, Leonard cried, happy and relieved to know his daughter still loved him.
Prompt: Uhura, Gaila - Electrical Socket
Rating: PG
Uhura loved technology as much as anyone, save for the friend that Kirk always dragged around, but she found that at times, technology just doesn't love her. Or specifically, plugs. If it was a wireless device or a console, Uhura was golden.
But if she had to plug something in? Things would go wrong nearly 90% of the time. Wires would fray, plugs would burn out or in this case, the sockets would catch on fire. Normally something like a fire, wouldn't phase her but as she was putting it out, she couldn't help but get irritated at the laughter behind her. Gaila had seen the whole thing.
"Oh honey, when you said plugs hate you, you really meant it!"
Uhura turned to Gaila, giving her a patented glare.
Gaila simply smiled and grabbed her toolbox. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." She walked toward the smoking socket but not before pecking Uhura on the cheek. "That's why you've got me around."
Uhura's glare turned into a smile. "Well, not the only reason."
Prompt: Spock, Sulu - Toilet
Rating: NC-17
(Spock/Sulu. Watersports)
Sulu quickly runs into his room and begins undressing, cursing that he was late nearly five minutes. As soon as the last article of clothing was off, he takes a breath to compose himself, before walking into his bathroom.
He schools his expression into a neutral one before entering the shower stall, trying not to groan at the sight before him. Spock, naked, and kneeling. He looked up at Sulu, eyebrow already raised but said nothing. No, words were barely ever exchanged between them, but he knew he'd be in for it later. He didn't mind so much.
Sulu takes his stance in front of Spock, and lets go, reveling in the fact that he kept a bottle of water on him at all times during shift. He doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until he hears Spock moan and looks down.
"Fuck..." Sulu mutters as he catches Spock with his mouth open, taking most of the piss. He shifts, moving the stream down Spock's chest and already hard penis. Too soon, he finishes and begins tugging his penis into full hardness.
"Floor" is all Spock says and Sulu knows this is his reprimand for being late. He complies, laying down right in the middle of the puddle he left. Before he can even get comfortable, Spock is on him, over him, and then finally, in him. Sulu grunts at the first painful thrust but soon it melts into pleasure.
Spock grips his waist hard, adding to the bruises that barely faded from last week's encounter. Sulu pushes back, not able to get enough, not caring how his cock is being rubbed raw on the floor. After what seems like forever, Sulu hears Spock say his name before coming. He comes a few thrusts later.
As soon as they've both recovered, they get up and Spock turns on the sonic shower. Silent still they help clean each other, and with one deep kiss, only when they're done, Spock leaves and Sulu's already looking forward to next time.
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Waffle Iron
Rating: PG
(Kirk/McCoy)
Jim wakes to the smell of something cooking. He moans thinking he's still dreaming of days when his mom was home. The sound of cursing is what gets him to sit up. He looks around realizing he's not home and he's not in his dorm room. He then hears the sound of plates rattling in the direction of the kitchenette of Bones' apartment. It was a week into their summer break and Bones had taken to living off campus during it.
"Bones?" Jim calls out as he gets out of bed and looks for his pants.
"Awake, finally?" Bones calls back.
Jim nods and responds with a "Yeah!" while pulling his boxer-briefs on instead. He pads into the kitchenette. "Anything wrong?" He grins at the sight, Bones wearing only boxers and an apron.
"Yeah, this damned waffle iron has it in for me!" He points to the the table where there are a few waffles in various states of burned.
Jim chuckles and wraps his arms around Bones, laying his chin on his shoulder. "First you give me an amazing night of sex, and now breakfast? You're too awesome for words."
Bones frowns and looks at Jim. "A burnt breakfast."
"It's the thought that counts." Jim leans forward and kisses Bones, wondering if he's still just dreaming.
Prompt: Pike, Kirk - Leather Bound book
Rating: G
(Gen)
"Did you bring it?" Pike asks, still drowsy from the medication that Bones gave him.
Jim nods, sitting onto the chair next to the biobed. It's been nearly thirteen hours since he last saw the captain, having to see to other repairs and duties as they limped back to Earth.
"Sorry it took so long but, I found the book right where you said it was." He lifts up a worn, leather bound book so Pike could see from his position.
"Good. It's yours now, Kirk. Read it when you have a chance, take heart what you're able, and don't forget to add to it when you can." Pike smiles at him before closing his eyes.
"Sir?"
"Dismissed...Captain."
Jim nods again and slowly walks away, confused. He ducks into Bones' office, knowing the doctor was currently in surgery. It took a few pages of flipping to realize what he had in his hands. Started with a Captain Goodwin and his first few sets of Five Year Missions, then with Pike, leading up to an hour before all hell broke lose. He reads that one, slowly, seeing the excitement and hopes Pike had.
Jim slumps against the door, figuring out what Pike must've known since waking up. This ship was his now, and with this book, he'll become a great Captain yet, like his predecessors. Like his father.
Prompt: McCoy, AC(Kirk) - Door Knob
Rating: NC-17
(Kirk/McCoy. Use of "toys")
It was only after Jim assured him many times that it was brand new and sanitized that Bones agreed to it. He had promised anything for Jim's birthday and he would keep his word.
So there Jim was, naked and sitting comfortably in a padded chair while Bones was straddling and kissing him. "I love you, you know that, right?" Jim whispered when they broke away.
"Yeah yeah..." Bones got up and walked towards the locked door in front of them. "Love you too, Jim, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this." He bent down
to pick up the bottle of lube and poured it generously in his hand.
Jim began to squirm in his chair in anticipation and grinned. "You're secretly loving it Bones, I know you, ya kinky bastard."
Bones turned towards Jim and nearly raised both eyebrows as he lubed up the object before him. "You're the one that asked me to do this." His tone was belied by his grin. "You know you won't be able to see most of the action just sitting there."
"No but I'll see your reactions."
Jim leaned forward as Bones began the show. He started first by rubbing his ass on the doorknob slowly, face reddening partly of embarrassment but mostly of lust for Jim. He began to push back into the knob, hissing slightly at the cold metal but quickly warmed it with his constant rubbing.
Not wanting to touch himself just yet, Jim gripped the arm rests, sucking in a breath as Bones widened his stance. He bit his lip as Bones kept looking at him while he pressed down on the knob.
"Fuck..." Bones muttered, trying to keep his focus on Jim and relaxing while the knob breeched him. He did it slowly, rocking slightly as more entered him. He looked at Jim lustily, grabbing his cock and slowly began stroking himself.
"That's it," Jim moaned, "You look so hot right now, Bones."
Bones simply grunted in response as the top half was in him. He kept stroking, harder now as he started rocking his hips up and down. He closed his eyes, the sensation of fullness overtaking him.
Jim couldn't abstain anymore and leaned back, fisting his cock hard, trying to match Bones' increasing tempo. Soon, Bones was lost in his own orgasm, yelling out Jim's name, and Jim came quickly after that.
Using the last of his energy, he got up and helped Bones off and away from the door and towards the bed nearby. Bones winced as soon as they hit the bed but threw an arm around Jim. "Happy Birthday, Jim."
Jim smiled, tiredly and kissed him. "Thank you, Bones."
Prompt: Kirk, Spock, McCoy - Clock
Rating: PG
(Gen)
There was a lot of things, Old Spock had asked of him the day they met. But it was the unspoken ones that kept bothering Jim when he officially started his captaincy. The memories of another life floating through his head, the worry of Old Spock about the three of them, living a life of something beyond friendship.
He didn't know if it could work out, this time round. As much as the Narada Incident bonded his crew together, there were still worries and doubts, and the animosity between Spock and Bones was a bit more strenuous than in Old Spock's time. Still, he tried whenever he could, to form a relationship with Spock first, as him and Bones would always be solid, before trying to get them in the same room off shift.
He was always reminded of his task at night, when the memories would resurface, showing a laughing Bones not quite like his and a nearly smirking Spock, of them camping of all things when they're much older. But still that transferred emotion underlying it all, of not enough time.
Every morning he wakes, determined to not let emotion overtake him. While crazy events may be in store, the clock always ticking away, he doesn't believe in no-win situations. He still has time, and they will still have the greatest friendship of all time, even if Old Spock never dares to ask of it.
Prompt: Pike, McCoy - Duffel Bag
Rating: R
(Pike/McCoy)
Leonard flopped down on the motel bed, sweaty, sore, and exhausted, but feeling good. He watched the other man walk around naked, looking for his clothes and a towel and chuckled.
"Is this how you recruit all the time, Captain?"
Captain Pike looks up at him and smirked. "Only the hard headed ones who need extra persuasion."
Leonard makes a non-committal noise and sits up. "Well ya have me sold. Not like I had any other options." Scanning the room, he grins at finding the mini bar, glad to be able refill his flask.
"You're a brilliant doctor, Leonard. The Federation is not your only option," Pike grinned, "just your best."
Leonard chuckled and got up. "Is that so? Do I get a branded duffel like yours too?" Leonard nodded to the Starfleet bag on the chair before heading into the bathroom.
"We'll see pending a performance review." Smiling, Pike dropped his clothes over the chair and followed Leonard into bathroom, already hearing the shower being turned on.
