bakerstreet | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

Am I?

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

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.]

[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.]

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.]

[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?

Edited (I need to go to bed x_x) 2013-07-01 05:29 (UTC)

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[Strong muscles meet Kirk's hands, and a rock-solid frame normally immovable. There is a push towards the direction of the bed, and his mind leaps ahead several steps: trousers, boots. Encumbrances.

But there are things to be done even with them halfway on, and he tugs the hem of Kirk's shirt upwards, taking a few steps backwards.]

[Jim abandons his efforts to explore Khan's chest, and the kiss, for the short time it takes to rid himself of the upper half of his uniform. That accomplished, he leans in to bite at Khan's lower lip.]

I seem to recall you said you're better at everything.

[In between hungry kisses and desperate touches;] You credit me with the prowess of an experienced lover.

[Not really a question. He rakes his fingers through Kirk's light hair and presses their bodies together, seeking his mouth out again; certainly Khan's stamina, if nothing else, is far superior to that of the Captain's. But he realizes the fantasy element of their coupling, and finds that he rather enjoys the mystique. He hums briefly, pleasantly.]

[He makes a pleased groan as they press against each other, and Jim grinds against Khan as they devour one another with kisses. One hand goes up Khan's shirt again to feel those hard muscles and smooth skin, and the other slips between the two of them to unfasten Khan's pants.]

[The touches are far more delicate than any he's felt in some time. Everything feels good, and surprisingly addictive, like hardly any time at all has passed. Things are still early, but he finds himself wanting more, and pulls his lips from Kirk's to set boundaries of his own.]

You won't hurt me.

[Kirk could live out half a dozen fantasies, from benign to violent, and few (if any) would show in the morning. Khan was built to be strong, bred. He could take anything Kirk threw at him...and wanted to. This night would likely never be repeated, so he should take it for all it's worth.]

[Jim catches his breath while he processes what Khan says, and he gives the other man an uncertain look.]

I don't- do you want me to try?

[He's no stranger to rough sex, but usually it's mutual or he's on the receiving end of it when it happens. The idea hits him that 'rough sex' for Khan would probably be several orders of magnitude more than Jim could handle.]

[Khan's eyes flick between Kirk's brilliant blue ones.]

You've already tried.

[There is no malice or taunt in it, merely statement of a fact.

He sweeps his thumbs over the line of Kirk's jaw.]

I want you to show me how to connect in this century.

[Jim lets out an annoyed huff at the reminder. That had hurt him more than it hurt Khan, in the literal sense.]

I can show you all about how we do things in this century.

[He takes advantage of the break to pull Khan's shirt up far enough for him to lean in and lick at a nipple. Khan is remarkably pale, even considering the fact that they're all on a space ship and no one can keep a tan.]

[The actual act of sex won't have changed a bit in three centuries, but there are intricacies of foreplay and physiology that could only have broadened since First Contact.

And Kirk's reputation precedes him.

Khan sighs softly, tuning in to a body that has to work to feel pain, but blooms under pleasure. He crosses his arms and peels the shirt off his head, tossing it aside; he is fair, as much from a life of isolation as selective genetics. His black hair makes the contrast all the more stark under the bright, harsh lights of the ship. Khan threads his fingers through Kirk's hair again, curls his fingertips at the nape of Kirk's neck, silently encouraging.]

[Jim hums happily and bites down, harder than he would on anyone else. He finishes unfastening Khan's uniform trousers and pushes them down.]

I like your fingers. Keep touching me.

[He moves over to give the other nipple the same treatment.]

[He hisses, a jolt flying straight down to his cock. His nails scrape over bare skin, over sensitive scalp, and he finds Kirk's busy mouth suddenly less of an annoyance and more of a stimulant. It would not be unwelcome if Kirk talked nearly the entire time, in fact, or kept with a steady litany of moans and cries. Khan's mind briefly conjures the scenario, and he feels his erection harden.

He obliges Kirk's request and continues playing with his hair, or stroking his neck and shoulders. The second bite yields a shuddering exhale, pale skin beginning to flush.]

[The fingers digging into his scalp and neck draw a gasp from Jim, but he's undeterred. He doesn't leave a mark but he takes the flush as a sign of victory and drops to his knees when he noticed Khan tenting his starfleet issue underwear.

Jim mouths Khan through the fabric and stares up at the man. He really, really wants Khan and it's apparent that his enthusiasm is returned.]

I want to ride you, but I also want to feel that enhanced strength of yours.

[While he's down there, Jim makes short work of the buckles and zippers on Khan's boots and then pushes him back at his hips.]

[This, this is a very good perspective, Kirk on his knees and staring up with hungry blue eyes. His mouth falls open at the stimulation, the hot puff of air and slight dampness on stretch fabric. Already his mind is spinning out scene after scene, eventualities and possibilities, a dozen ways this might go and a dozen after that.

Kirk's lead is something he finds himself amenable to, craving even, and he sits on the bed at the Captain's prompting, legs splayed. His posture is perfect out of habit, and it gives him an almost royal bearing, but for the obvious tells of arousal. He waits, anticipating Kirk's next move and waiting for the opportunity to place his hands back on the Captain's body.]

[The cooperation isn't what he expected when he decided that this was okay, but Jim isn't going to complain. He finishes stripping, smirking at Khan as he ditches the rest of his clothes, then literally crawls the rest of the distance to settle between Khan's legs. He's never going to admit how hot Khan looks, sitting there like he owns the place.

He frees Khan's cock from his briefs and runs his tongue along the length of it.]

[watching Kirk undress is an indulgence of which he allows himself slow enjoyment. The Captain seems to get a thrill out of exhibition, and that pleases Khan as well.

Kirk's wet tongue slides along the length of him, and he hums softly, threading the fingers of one hand back into Kirk's hair.]

Keep your eyes on mine.