Men in uniform woes
Apr. 19th, 2007 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdThey've stalled at 2456 words. Grr, I hate when that happens.
I don't think I can manage 500 words of post-coital schmoop.
Not when they've been total geeks through the whole story.
(Yes, Chris and Dave are back for a repeat engagement, in Starfleet uniforms this time)
Is this too insanely geeky, too dumb or is it hot, funny and sweet? Because I can't tell!
“Roll over,” I managed, hard now, needing my own release. He took his time rolling over, folded his arms under his head and looked at me over his shoulder.
“I am prepared, Jim,” he said. Oh God. He could still stay in character when I felt like nothing but a mess of hard-on and testosterone. But Dave had always been good at that. It was part of what I loved about him. And part of me, the eternal fanboy, the one who was still fourteen and jacking to that picture of a shirtless, sweaty Sulu with a fencing foil, was screaming in the back of my head that I was about to fuck Spock.
The condom fuddled me for a minute, but I got it open and on, feeling much less the suave Kirk than his wimpy alter ego, as if I’d been split by the transporter. The routine helped, and the familiar smell of the lubricant seemed to calm me down more.
By the time I stroked along the crack of his ass, I was back to myself. I tested his opening with a couple fingers, and damned if he didn’t raise an eyebrow back at me. Goaded, I flashed him the number-three charming grin and pressed the head of my cock to him.
Too damn close to this piece...
I don't think I can manage 500 words of post-coital schmoop.
Not when they've been total geeks through the whole story.
(Yes, Chris and Dave are back for a repeat engagement, in Starfleet uniforms this time)
Is this too insanely geeky, too dumb or is it hot, funny and sweet? Because I can't tell!
“Roll over,” I managed, hard now, needing my own release. He took his time rolling over, folded his arms under his head and looked at me over his shoulder.
“I am prepared, Jim,” he said. Oh God. He could still stay in character when I felt like nothing but a mess of hard-on and testosterone. But Dave had always been good at that. It was part of what I loved about him. And part of me, the eternal fanboy, the one who was still fourteen and jacking to that picture of a shirtless, sweaty Sulu with a fencing foil, was screaming in the back of my head that I was about to fuck Spock.
The condom fuddled me for a minute, but I got it open and on, feeling much less the suave Kirk than his wimpy alter ego, as if I’d been split by the transporter. The routine helped, and the familiar smell of the lubricant seemed to calm me down more.
By the time I stroked along the crack of his ass, I was back to myself. I tested his opening with a couple fingers, and damned if he didn’t raise an eyebrow back at me. Goaded, I flashed him the number-three charming grin and pressed the head of my cock to him.
Too damn close to this piece...
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Date: 2007-04-19 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-19 11:23 pm (UTC)Kirk/Spock is the great-grandaddy of all slash, so I get a kick out of the idea of two guys RPing it.
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Date: 2007-04-20 12:48 am (UTC)I just wanted to comment that I love Sulu.
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Date: 2007-04-20 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-20 12:03 pm (UTC)But...Sulu! ♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-04-20 11:05 am (UTC)shari