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We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues. * Post with your character's name and fandom in the subject line * Others reply, stumbling in on you. * You pick a reaction from the list below. (Or roll 1-10!) * PROFIT! REACTIONS: ➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now. ➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now. ➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know... ➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime. ➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal. ➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished. ➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first. ➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME! ➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch. ➓ WILDCARD! You know the rules!

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[whaticando]

[Jim takes the pad, well, more like he barely manages not snatching it away in annoyance, and gives Khan a look he usually reserves for Spock when he's being particularly Vulcan in a social situation. He just refuses to believe that people that smart can't read between the lines.

He clears his throat to try to get rid of some of the awkwardness of talking to someone he definitely shouldn't be this close to while he's this turned on.]

Nothing important, but from now on when someone has you playing yeoman, I like my readouts and other reports in the two hours before my shift begins.

[It's pretty much impossible to feel any kind of authoritative right now, so he hopes he's doing a good job of faking it.]

[tothelast]

[He grinds his teeth, nostrils flaring. Khan stamps down the urge to quietly snap the neck of the person who sent him on this menial (and intentionally mistimed) errand. It is expected that the crew will largely choose passive-aggressive ways of interacting with him, but knowing that fact doesn't negate his feelings about it.]

Understood.

[He has to force the words out. This forced subordination is something he utterly loathes, possibly more than Kirk.

His eyes flick to the side, and he notices the bed. Kirk's tension, his sitting at the desk-- Ah. Perhaps this revelation will neutralize the flash of anger he's feeling.]

[whaticando]

[Well he can't say don't take it personally because it probably is.]

Being assigned a task like this is a perfectly normal part of being new on the Enterprise.

[Jim doesn't miss the quick glance at his bed, which is still messed up, and then Khan's looking at him again. He plasters a big, broad grin on his face, as though it will hide or distract from what's been figured out.]

And, hey, now you know!

[tothelast]

[He can feel his blood threatening to boil at being made a fool. His vindictiveness will just have to settle on the most convenient target.]

I can see that your evenings are otherwise occupied.

[whaticando]

[He chews over a few responses, because he can admit that just saying whatever the hell he feels like is a bad idea in this situation, Khan deserves a little more respect than that, even if they don't get along.]

This isn't my usual evening routine, no one sent you to interrupt this on purpose.

[Despite the fact that there are no rules against fraternization on a starship on extended deployment, the idea of sleeping with a member of his crew just seems wrong. They're his family.]

[tothelast]

[His eyes narrow slightly.]

No. I was just sent to your quarters on an unusual evening. Unintentionally.

[whaticando]

[It's probably important for Khan's continued compliance and general morale that they resolve this issue, as awkward as it is.]

I usually reserve my evenings for socializing and other.... morale related activities.

[Which included everything from Chess with Spock to drinking alcohol that comes from the still he pretends he doesn't know about with Bones to keeping his hand company.]

[tothelast]

[He can feel his control slipping, and fast. His desire to regain the upper hand--as it were--overrides the lip service he pays to decorum.]

The captaincy is a lonely calling. All those mores about fraternisation.

[whaticando]

Yeah.

[Jim laughs, but it's forced, as he tries to keep the situation light.]

No one understands the sacrifice. You've seen my crew.

[He honestly wouldn't be surprised to find more than just his first officer and his communication officer were hooking up but he tries very hard to not pay attention to that because it makes keeping himself to... well, himself, that much harder. Much. Harder.]

are we shipping it y/n

[tothelast]

[There is the briefest, split-second pause where his expression telegraphs, "Am I supposed to find them attractive?" but then he realizes, no, this is Kirk. He is a man that does nothing, feels nothing halfway. His tastes in attraction would only be limited by the imagination (and distance, most likely).

While he makes no attempt to put on a smile, something sad flickers in his eyes. There had been a few members of his own crew that were as striking as Kirk perceives his people to be. His face slides back to neutral.]

Perhaps it is not as unrelatable a circumstance as you think.

y (Jim is the omni-ship)

[whaticando]

[He may be just a little biased towards finding his crew to be spectacular in almost every way. Jim watches the changes working their way across Khan's face, his own false amusement slipping away.

Khan... might actually understand what he's talking about, now that he thinks about it.]

I guess it's always lonely at the top.

he so is tho. 5ever

[tothelast]

Not always.

[Sensing an opportunity, Khan flicks his eyes down Kirk's body, still half-hidden under his desk, and back up to a lightly flushed face.]

Birds of a feather, as the saying goes.

[Khan is, all things accounted for, incredibly lonely (though to admit as much would be weak). He passes his days in social isolation, his evenings in solitude. This century is not his own, and he does not have the company of his own people to share his thoughts. While he is an Augment, and while he was conditioned to find comfort within himself, he is still human, and misses his crew--his family--immensely. The resentment he feels for being separated from them will likely never pass. Kirk speaks of sacrifice; at least he has a choice.]

Jim ships himself with everyone

[whaticando]

[As much as he wants to get up, Jim's cock is being as stubborn and persistent as he usually is and refusing to give up.]

I'm responsible for you.

[He sure as hell doesn't consider Khan to be a member of his crew, and that sounded suspiciously like Khan was offering to keep him company in a way that would... really probably be very enjoyable. He'd said he was better at everything once, did that include sex? Jim blinks and attempted to leave that train of thought behind.]

he ships it....like the enterprise *rim shot*

[tothelast]

[He sees Kirk's eyes shift- good, they're on the same train of thought. Khan is--was--a man of power, used to taking what he wants. Were the roles reversed, he would have broken the ice by now. Kirk, in all likelihood, is wrestling with the moral dilemma.

A trace of amusement finds its way into his voice.]

Do I make you uncomfortable, Captain?

[whaticando]

This situation isn't exactly what I'd call comfortable.

[Jim is wrestling with the moral dilemma. It's putting up a hell of a fight.]

You are, technically, a member of my crew.

[tothelast]

Am I?

[He's edging on a dare now, his voice a deep purr.]

[whaticando]

Technically.

[But Jim is pushing his chair back from the desk. He's never been good at this self control thing, and Khan is not making it any easier.]

[tothelast]

[He won't even try to stop the curling of his lips.]

And you're a man of technicalities.

[His bearing is, at times, somewhat stilted-looking, but he is someone who is constantly ready, always prepared for whatever is about to happen next. His shoulders are square, hands at his sides. Neutral, but waiting.]

[whaticando]

I've found they sometimes have their benefits... but I don't think of you as a member of my crew.

[Which, just in this moment, might work out better for what they both want. Jim stands up.]

[tothelast]

[Nor does Khan think of Kirk as his Captain (merely a captain).

He closes the distance between them, eyes flicking down to Kirk's lips, his neck, his erection straining at tight clothing.]

So if I were to approach you unbidden, that would not be...insubordinate?

[whaticando]

[Jim puts on a look as if he's giving the matter serious thought, although he's already made up his mind and he's pretty sure they both know it.]

No. Off duty, we're just a couple of guys on a ship.

[tothelast]

[Standing this close, within striking range, is tactically foolish (it is an error Uhura made when facing the Klingons). But the proximity affords Khan certain opportunities: the ability to inhale the scent of arousal, observe the rhythm of pulse at Kirk's neck, and the way his pupils are dilating. The art of seduction is a rusty one, but the effort required will be minimal.

His opinion of Kirk is not wholly neutral, but since they're just 'a couple of guys on a ship', perhaps he can put aside their stations temporarily. Wordlessly, he hooks his fingers in the front of Kirk's trousers and pulls him in for a bruising kiss.]

[whaticando]

[Jim presses up against Khan when he's pulled close, any remaining objections abandoned in the rough kiss that's eager and hungry. He grabs at Khan's uniform, and then breaks the kiss when a thought occurs to him.]

No marks that'll show when I'm in uniform.

[tothelast]

[Khan first assumes Kirk is having second thoughts, or that perhaps this is the capstone of a very thorough prank.

But then he huffs. Nothing above the collar? That leaves plenty of real estate (though his initial urge to mark Kirk's neck will have to be foregone). He reclaims Kirk's mouth again, reaching down to palm Kirk's erection, eager to finish what the Captain started.]

[whaticando]

[Having said what needs to be said, Jim is more than happy to resume the kiss, moaning against Khan's lips at the feel of a hand against his cock. He slips his own hands up under Khan's uniform shirt and attempts to push him back, towards the bed.]