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[kirking]

you know the drill. prompts, pics, starters, tfln: do it and receive rp.

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take your time w this

[candozat]

1/2

[torpedos]

I have a weapon and I'm not blacked out. Good as gold

[torpedos]

Good as gold, sir

[kirking]

but is anyone hurt? serious question

[torpedos]

everyone has all the limbs they arrived with but Lt Rodriguez has a bloody nose

oh and we all smell like burnt potatos

[alwaysawesome]

who you gonna call

[mikehat]

Hi this is Kevin the phone says 2 what do you want me to do with it ?
Kevin

[kirking]

I need you to learn what a period is.

[mikehat]

I know what a period is I have a sister what do you need to know ?
Kevin

[kirking]

oh my god
did you actually graduate high school? I'm just curious

you asked for this

[wouldciteregulation]

Captain, I am concerned that the crew's infatuation with a recently developed game is affecting productivity.

[kirking]

It was one sudden stop and a small u-turn Spock. It's nothing.

[you better believe he ordered a full stop midwarp for a pokemon]

[wouldciteregulation]

[you are PART OF THE PROBLEM SIR]

That sudden stop caused heavy damage to the inertial dampeners. If this is to continue, you may have some questionable reports to make.

[pls don't ask him to lie...............]

[diligentia]

[dendrites]

[ there's been some danger on her home planet and the queen has been summoned back after a diplomatic summit abroad. it's been a difficult time and she is uneasy as she tries to navigate the enterprise despite knowing that this is meant to be a peaceful mission. ]

Captain, about how long must I spend on this ship before I am able to return home?

[kirking]

[How about never and you be his space queen.]

We should probably discuss that in person.

I'm in my ready room. You remember where that is?

[dendrites]

[ um wow how about you court her first

then we can talk ]

Yes, I think so. I know how to get there from the bridge.

[kirking]

[Captain's perk: he gets his own bathroom. It's a bathroom with real running water and a real bathtub. And a real lock that only the CMO can override and he didn't explicitly tell Bones that he was taking the Enterprise's brand new ensign to his quarters for a sex marathon because it's been almost a year since the last time they fucked and they have time to make up for but it was implied. His best friend and doctor is the only one on the ship that knows about them, and it's going to stay that way because Jim Kirk has made it through one five year mission, and three genocidal maniacs without sleeping with someone under his command.

Elsa is different. He doesn't think it counts if they weren't already sleeping together before she even joined Starfleet. Also she's the closest to a committed, monogamous relationship that he's been in since he was nineteen, so. He thinks there's a form to fill out? But he already has enough paperwork and they've made it this long without very many people even suspecting.

It's also hot as hell to sneak around.

Sex in a bathtub makes an awful mess that he's going to have to clean up himself rather than let the quartermaster ask questions about what the hell happened. But he finds he doesn't really care about that when she's hot and tight around him and panting in his ear while he works on making a mark on her shoulder.]

[dendrites]

[ blue does suit her. it always has. this particular shade of blue - science blue - is especially becoming but that's really because she is especially happy to replace the ship's former stellar cartographer.

she can just make out the blue of her now discarded dress draped over the mirror's edge from where she sits perched on his lap. he's not her boyfriend - he is pretty much her boyfriend. either way, it's clear that she missed him terribly and is quite grateful no one's suspected her instant post on the enterprise.

her little whimpers are loud enough for only him to hear, encouraging him to make that mark that no one else can see. okay, she's always been someone who plays by the rules but not even elsa can deny that she likes this secrecy. it's fun. it makes every stolen moment with him all the more delicious.

her hand in his hair slides down to his neck and she holds him there, tilting her chin up for easier access. ]

This will - this is already messy.

[kirking]

[He just laughs and continues to suck that mark into her shoulder. Because what else can he even do. The mess has already been made, and they are literally laying in it. The Enterprise is a tough girl, a little water isn't going to take her down.

Once he's satisfied with the hickey he's made on her skin, Kirk slides along her skin to her neck, stopping at a spot he knows drives her crazy. He knows because he discovered it years ago. Just like he knows how to press his palm against her lower back and move his hips just so. Jim won't say that he's kept his dick completely out of anyone else, but he keeps coming back to her.

That says more than anything.]

A little mess-- [Now it's his turn to make a noise.] Good for the soul.

c:

[durare]

tfln 6/3

[kirking]

[from here]

I could steal from the rich and give to the poor.

[kirking]

[There's a hundred reasons why they haven't gone public with-- whatever this is. They're both too old and busy to play the game of boyfriends and while it's far past the fling stage, it's not like he's putting a ring on it because well. Bones would probably chop off his dick if he tried. Or at the very least, isolate him in the medbay under suspicion of a terrible disease because it's not like Jim is known for his history of monogamy and commitment. Bones gets that about him, but Bones also has to know that Kirk hasn't been getting his rocks off with anyone else for over two years now. So there's that. Maybe he doesn't think that Bones ever wants to get married again either.

They're also the Captain and CMO of a starship with four hundred crew members. At best, the whole damn ship will gossip and pry and at worst, Kirk will probably have to fill out paperwork about the whole thing because of an imaginary abuse of power because let's be honest, if anyone's in charge here, it's Bones. Let's be double honest, Kirk hates paperwork.

So yeah. They're something. They're more than just best friends who fuck sometimes (because they fuck a lot) and neither one of them has tried to put a label on it. He's not going to tell people about something that is going to open him up to a hundred questions that he hasn't answered with the man that he (probably, definitely) loves. It feels trivial to call Bones his partner, when it's so much deeper than that and soulmates is well-- just plain fucking girly.

Kirk himself doesn't really know exactly when things shifted. Sometime after he died and Bones snatched him back, it just did. It was different. The sex was different and waking up with his face pressed into a shoulder started happening more often. Or maybe they were just heading this way all along and neither of them saw it coming because Bones is stubborn and Kirk is stupid when it comes to his feelings.

His mom is the one who points out that it's obvious there's something between him and his best friend, during their yearly vidcall for his birthday (which is a day a late, but he gets a free pass for that because he was saving the world again) and if it's clear to her, probably other people have noticed too. Since, you know, she only sees him a few times a year.]

Do you think people know? [is the first thing out of his mouth when Bones steps inside his-- their, it's their apartment because it's a joke to pretend like they hadn't been spending almost every night together in his quarters on the Enterprise. Captain's quarters were bigger, it made more sense. He's been given a similar luxury on Yorktown, while they wait for their ship to be built. He also realizes that he sounds like a lunatic without context, but that's not really far off the norm either.]

[maythrowup]

[Hell-- he'd never been good at defining relationships past their early stages. The first few meetings with someone, It made sense. He could be the charming southern gentleman, believe it or not. Hold doors, get a gal a drink without coming on too much like a damn creep, the whole nine. On the flip side, he also understood the intrinsic biology of the one-night stand: respect swaddled up in secrecy and thrown out with the bathwater at first light. Anything beyond that? "Relationships"?

After the first "Missus", that had all become rocky shores. Not the least of which because he was constantly jetting around in outer space like a god damn piece of floating debris with a jetpack and death wish strapped to it, having made the wise career move of careening between stars in a metal box at 0.73 light years per hour under the precarious directives of the most reckless, hair-brained, foolhardy...

Jim Kirk. How in the hell could he be dating Jim Kirk?

That was a question he asked himself daily, and before he could finish asking it he'd already be rolling his eyes. Had startled a fair few nurses in sickbay with that. Ask for a hypospray rolling your eyes a few times in a row, and you start to gain a reputation for yourself.

Now, the reason he couldn't quite ever finish the question in his head was because the answer was obvious. Jim was a lot more than the roguish playboy who'd had half the cadet class at his fingertips. He was a good man. Motivated. Handsome. Gave a shit about people-- and that one mattered most to Bones, because wasn't that the point of medicine, wasn't that the point of his whole career trajectory, underneath all the layers of gripe and grump? Jim Kirk was easy to talk to. Easy to share a drink with. Easy to sit or stand beside when the ride got bumpy. He was impish as all hell, came dangerously close to giving Bones a daily migraine, and for godsakes, he was his best friend. He'd liked Jim from the moment he'd met him and it was just one of those natural kinds of affinities that didn't need help in growing: it was organic, a monster all on its own, and it had expanded to encroach and finally envelope their lives in a way that neither man quite knew how to acknowledge properly. There was no break system for something like this. They were letting it freewheel, picking up speed constantly.

He'd never asked for something serious-- that is, monogamous-- when he'd slept with Jim the first time. Or the fifth. Or the tenth. Or the hundredth. It just didn't seem right. All it took was the first time though for Bones to stop seeking elsewhere. He justified it. He was a busy man. He was old. They were on a confined Starship, most of the time, which didn't lend itself to a healthy dating scene-- especially when it was his duty to know everyone's mental and physical stats like the back of his hand.

He didn't want to entrap Jim, is what it came down to. He was more than a decade older than Kirk-- and that didn't look good on anyone, give of take a few more years. They'd always leaned a little more down the path of women than men, and while no one would bat an eye at two men taking up together, the specifics of their arrangement might raise a few non-Vulcan brows. The Captain and the CMO? Either one of them could be accused of misconduct. Or worse. Transferred.

Funny, how playing fast-and-loose was less of a ship-wide scandal than fucking the same guy over and over.

The point was, he didn't know how to define what he and Jim had, and maybe a part of him was too scared or insecure to. Hadn't gone well the first time he'd fallen this hard, and he'd be losing a lot more than a house if his best friend suddenly felt uncomfortable with him. There was a whole divorce's worth of convincing himself he wasn't made to help things last, and there was Jim's reputation on Jim's own side that probably kept him from speaking up either. As if a word could break that fragile balance which had grown into spending most nights in his quarters, just like at the Academy-- with the slight difference that now the digs were nicer.

So, it was with a lopsided look that pulled his mouth into a half-open, mild scowl that he came into Jim's room to that particular statement. He didn't have a bottle in hand this time, but the question made him think he shoulda.]

Hello to you too. [Manners were manners, even if no one could tell by his tone, gritty and sarcastic as ever.] You have the most intelligent crew in the fleet, God help us. [Shaking his head at the whir of the door closing, arms folding as he ventured a few more steps inside.] Yeah, I think they've noticed.

[Some, anyway. The bridge crew, the sickbay unit, here and there. In a weird way, they two maybe acknowledged it less than those who already noticed it around them probably did, behind their backs.

As for context, he rarely needed it with Jim Kirk. He'd taken him up like a pet project and made an art form of knowing what he was thinking, usually before he could even get the sentence fully out, and purely so he could loudly voice all the problems he had with it. Then do whatever Jim wanted anyway.

If that ain't romance, nothing was.]

[kirking]

[Kirk's answer is to push his hands into his eyes, like he's trying to block something out or stop a headache or maybe even both at the same time. Maybe he should have taken the Vice Admiral position, even as the renewed sense of purpose thrums in his veins and the itch to get back out there, go further than any human has ever gone makes it difficult for him to sit still. He can't do anything to hurry the process along. He isn't the one directly overseeing the construction. He approves design changes, equipment requests, crew transfers until his eyes go blurry. Being the one in charge is boring as fuck sometimes. It's glorified supervising. It's not any big mystery why he's nine times out of ten the first one off the ship. He is an adrenaline junkie, he will admit that. He'd thought, for some reason, that a promotion to something different would shake some sense of purpose and excitement back into his life.

He knows better now. He got his head back on straight. Krall, Edison, whatever the fuck his name was, reminded him why he came out into the black in the first place. It wasn't entirely to prove a point about his dead father because he could prove that point on Earth with his three mile long rap sheet. Jim Kirk doesn't want to save lives, and explore new places because his dad died five minutes after he was born. He wants to because it's who he is. It's taken him thirty years to get there, but he gets it now.

That's right, he's thirty now and the fact that Bones is seven years older than him doesn't matter at all.

They're not dating by the way. Dating implies going on actual dates and there's an intent there. What they're doing is closer to having peed in a circle around each other and declared that this one was their favorite human of all the humans. Bones is simultaneously his favorite person and the one who annoys him the most. Dating asks the question, do I like this person? will this work? when Jim already knows those answers when it comes to Bones. There's nothing to figure out. He doesn't want Bones to go anywhere and he doesn't want to stop sleeping with him. If either happened, he wouldn't do anything melodramatic like off himself but it would be one of the worst things that could happen. Ranked up there with losing his ship (ha ha did that already) and Spock leaving (ha ha tried that too) and failing to protect millions of people. Because apparently that's his thing now; stopping genocidal maniacs.]

Damn, [Kirk mutters as his hands drop from his face. Bones should know to always bring alcohol with him but that's alright this time, because Jim has some stashed in his cabinets. Which he will get to in about two minutes.

Jim Kirk is that annoying kind of genius where he knows he's very smart. He's not arrogant enough to presume he knows more about engineering than Scotty or has a better grasp on syntax than Uhura or even is as good with numbers as Chekov and Spock-- but he is a goddamn tactical genius and he should have known he wasn't as subtle as he thought. He also can admit that Spock does know, because they have shared a mind meld or three since this thing with Bones started and it's impossible to separate that from the meld. To Spock's credit, he hasn't said anything because it's none of his damn business and he's one to talk. He's dating Uhura. But the rest of them? Jim should be able to outsmart then and why the fuck he wants to outsmart his senior crew to keep a secret he isn't ashamed is really not the point here.

He stands, and heads over to previously mentioned cabinet.] My mom knows for sure. By the way. She also says hi.

[She also said don't fuck it up Jimmy which is just rude if you think about it.]

Drink?