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Title: Waking Up Dreaming
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,087
Summary: Looking up at the stars leads to seeing stars that aren't there. Except not.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. I wish they were.
A/N: Birthday porn for [ profile] bandearg_rois. Kind of. Happy birthday, my dear, even if it is a day late! Don't hate me too much!

Jim smiled as he looked up at the stars. “They look beautiful even from here, don’t they, Bones?”

He caught a glimpse of movement, shifting of a shirt that would have been white in daylight but was varying shades of grey under the stars. “Correction. They look beautiful from here. Not anywhere else.”

“Oh, come off it! We’ve been traveling through them together for how long, now?”

“Two years, and don’t you dare remind me.”

Jim grinned over at him. “But it wouldn’t be half as much fun if I didn’t get to.”

That was apparently the point when Bones decided Jim needed shutting up, for in an instant Jim was staring up at hazel eyes instead of at the stars and there was the weight of another body on top of him. Then Bones’ lips were on his.

Jim gasped into the kiss, not having expected it from his friend. Sure, he’d wanted this for months, years, even, but he’d never imagined the brunet would be even the least bit interested. Apparently he was, though, for that tongue was certainly interested in exploring Jim’s mouth more thoroughly than the Enterprise explored the stars.

Soon hands found their way under his shirt and Jim moaned, arching up as deft fingers found his nipples. Desperate for more, he tugged at the hem of Bones’ shirt, trying to get it off.

The brunet pulled away just for a moment to remove the shirt and Jim stared shamelessly. “Bones...” he whispered, almost reverently, reaching for him.

Before he knew it, his shirt was gone as well and Bones was working on opening his pants as he kissed his way down Jim’s chest, pausing to suck at his nipples as Jim gasped and writhed beneath him. “Please, Bones, I--!” There weren’t words, not a single one in Standard or any other language he couldn’t think of right now able to express his joy, his need, his desire.

The pants were quickly removed and soon Bones was running a single finger up and down the bulge clearly defined by his boxer briefs, having pulled away so that was the only point of contact. Jim whined, bucking up, trying to get more touching, more anything, and Bones chuckled and lightened the touch further. “Tease,” Jim glared up at him, one hand shifting to slap the brunet’s finger away and cup himself firmly, squeezing as he watched his friend watching him.

“Admittedly. You gonna strip and give me a proper show?” Bones asked, reaching down to palm his own cock.

Jim practically tore the underwear away, firmly grasping his erection and giving himself one solid stroke with a low groan. He kept it up, moving ever faster as he saw Bones doing the same, unable to help the gasps and breathy moans that were spilling past his lips.

Suddenly, when he was shaking with the need to come and stroking himself faster and faster, his hand was slapped away. Jim arched, writhing and whimpering in his denial, but Bones gave him no further contact and wouldn’t let him touch himself. “Fuckin’ bastard,” Jim growled, rearing up in an attempt to bite the arms that were holding his hands down, but Bones was having none of it.

The brunet smirked. “Now it’s my turn,” he declared, hot gaze moving over Jim’s torso and down to his cock that was throbbing with his need for release.

“What do you want from me?” Jim demanded. “Do you want me to beg? Because I’ll do it. Right about now I’d do anything if you’d just fucking let me--

A hot mouth descended on his cock and Jim arched up with a cry, fingers tangling in Bones’ hair as the older man grasped his hips firmly and pinned them down to the ground. He pulled off, though, before Jim could get any closer to the orgasm he could feel coming. “I want to see you fall apart for me, darlin’,” came the reply, low and heated.

Jim shivered, eyes widening as he stared down at the brunet who was slicking the fingers of one hand. “How...?” he questioned, hoping Bones would be able to understand what he was asking.

“I’ve known for a long time how much you wanted me,” Bones answered, rubbing a single finger over his entrance. “I knew if I showed you I wanted it too you wouldn’t turn me down.”

“Then why didn’t you do this soon-aah!” Jim broke off with a wild cry, hips bucking as a finger worked its way inside him. Soon one finger became two and two became three, and Jim was almost sobbing by the time they were removed, knowing what was coming next and desiring it with a fire that was impossible to articulate.

He writhed desperately as he felt the hot press of Bones’ dick against his ass, arching up and taking the head in, clenching around it.

“So needy,” came the thick drawl from above him. “You need this so bad you’re sucking my cock in. Only wish I could see it.”

Jim moaned before bucking up again, taking in even more and then yanking down on Bones’ hips until he was fully seated. “Please,” he said quietly, letting all the need he felt seep into the tone of his voice.

The brunet smirked, pulling out and then slamming back in, grazing Jim’s prostate and making him arch up with a near-scream. They moved together, faster and harder, and Jim could feel himself shaking, a coil within him tightening--


“What the fuck?!” Jim demanded as he was forced into wakefulness by a cup of water thrown into his face.

Bones, not his CMO but his roommate in the Academy, glared at him. “I don’t know who you were dreamin’ about and I don’t care, but I did not need to wake up to that.” Mission apparently accomplished, he stalked out of their dorm room in his sweats without even putting so much as a t-shirt on.

Jim glared down at his erection, trying and failing to will it away before taking himself in hand and rapidly reaching an orgasm that would’ve been so much more satisfying if only his roommate would realize he’d been the star of Jim’s dreams for about six months now and stay behind.

He hadn’t, though, and Jim was left with nothing but his right hand and snatches of both half-forgotten and well-remembered dreams to go with his empty wishes that dreams could become reality.

Date: 2011-01-17 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh you're such a bitch.... but I still love you... I think. Damn, I was all set for a cold shower-inducing HAWT of pr0n and then you go and do this....

<3... I think.

Date: 2011-01-17 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
LOL. Don't worry; you know I can never keep the boys apart for long! <3

Date: 2011-01-17 09:24 pm (UTC)
ext_2968: (lotr eowyn alone)
From: [identity profile]
This may be the evilest birthday present I've ever seen!

Date: 2011-01-17 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know, right? *shakes fist at haven*

Date: 2011-01-17 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know I'm evil, wifey. But if I promised you real porn soon to follow, would that appease the fist of violence?

Date: 2011-01-17 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
possibly. I'll consider it. *turns nose up*

Date: 2011-01-17 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She had it coming? IDEK. This is what the muse decided would happen.

Date: 2011-01-19 08:24 pm (UTC)
ext_2968: (str urbanlicious)
From: [identity profile]
Hmm. Well, from the looks of things, some muses might be in need of a darn good spanking.

Date: 2011-01-19 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
LOL. Don't excite the muses too much! They might see that as a reward!

But a real!porn sequel is in the works.

Date: 2011-01-19 11:02 pm (UTC)
ext_2968: (str lean on each other)
From: [identity profile]
Excellent. *rubs hands together*

Date: 2011-01-17 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
D'oh! What a tease. ;-)

Date: 2011-01-19 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know, right?

Date: 2011-01-18 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
AHAHA! Oh, poor Jim. Great dream, though!

Date: 2011-01-19 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
:D I seem to be enjoying the UST lately. I'm working on making Jim (and my interwebs wife) happy, though. Because sleeping on the internet couch sucks.

Date: 2011-01-19 05:47 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] samueljames
Aww poor Jim. At least he enjoyed his dream.

Date: 2011-01-19 10:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He did. Very much so. :)


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