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I picked up the novelization of Star Trek today. \o/ It's interesting to read all the bits that didn't make it into the movie.

I want to write some writing meta, but I don't know what about. Does anyone have any particular interests?

I wrote a PWP that wants to turn into a story. I hate when that happens.



FIRST LINE MEME:

Give me the first line, and I will write a drabble/comment fic.

Star Trek only, please. This will give me something to do while I don't think about the fic that wants to be written. I don't promise I'll fulfill all the prompts, but I will try to do at least a couple.

Comments

[gblvr]

He's not sure what it says about him that he isn't the least bit concerned that the kid is only seventeen.

((yes, I'm kind of evil like that))

Flush

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He's not sure what it says about him that he isn't the least bit concerned that the kid is only seventeen.

Chekov's skin is smooth, nearly hairless, and McCoy's stubble rasps against it, leaving a trail of pink. He likes the way it looks on the boy. He likes the flush, also pink, that starts at Chekov's hairline and inches down his chest.

"Please," the boy says, and McCoy chuckles against his thigh.

"You want me to suck your cock?" McCoy says. "Just say it, and I will."

"Please, I want you to... to suck me off," Chekov whispers. It's enough.

McCoy teases the slit with the tip of his tongue first, then takes him in. Chekov is already panting and moaning, and McCoy hasn't gotten to the good part yet.

He doesn't think the kid will last long. Even now, he's arching up, pushing into McCoy's mouth and babbling apologies.

McCoy pulls off for a minute and says, "It's okay. Fuck my mouth, I can take it."

It's worth it to see Chekov's eyes grow even wider, and then he moans again when McCoy slides his lips down his shaft.

"Doctore," Chekov breathes, then thrusts shallowly into McCoy's mouth.

McCoy moans. He loves getting his face fucked. It's been awhile, but he knows just how to relax his throat and let things go. Chekov whimpers at the sensation, everything flushing just a little bit redder.

When Chekov's cock bumps his throat, McCoy drops his hand down to squeeze his dick through his uniform. He's hard and throbbing at the sensation.

"Oh God, oh my God," Chekov babbles, staring at McCoy's hand. "You like this." He thrusts a little harder and McCoy groans in appreciation.

Lips over his teeth, McCoy lets Chekov fuck his mouth faster, harder, until the boy is cursing in Russian. McCoy manages to free his cock and take himself in hand, stroking in time to Chekov's thrusts. He's leaking and his palm is sweaty, making the slide easy.

Chekov pulls at McCoy's hair, saying, "I'm going to-" and McCoy just moans louder, swallowing around the head.

McCoy pulls back, just enough to let the taste of come flood his tongue. He's not so young that he'll come himself, not this quick, but his cock twitches enthusiastically in his hand.

Hands tug and pet his hair, and then Chekov is pulling him up and kissing him gratefully, a little sloppy.

Chekov is panting against his mouth when he says, "Now I believe it is your turn, Doctore."

Re: Flush

[gblvr]

Guh. ::is dead from the hotness::

Re: Flush

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:DDDDDDD

Thank you! Glad you liked.