The BLTS Archive- Early Trek
#5: Alone Again, Naturally
by T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

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Note: Part of the Captain Fuh-q Fest

Note 2: Part of my ever increasing "Early TREK" series ... an indirect
sequel to "For The Love Of ..." which was written for the Doctor Fuh-q
Fest.

Warning: This story contains m/m sex ... if this isn't your thing, or
if you're underage, READ NO FURTHER ... this is fair warning!

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns all things TREK ... I just borrow
their wonderful universe, and all the people in it, for recreational
purposes. I promise to put them all away, unharmed, when I am done. No
copyright infringement intended, I make no money off of this. This
original TREK story is the property of T'Lin, İFebruary 2002

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It took a while, but I finally got settled in ... Piper certainly had
an unusual way of setting up his sickbay, not to mention a very odd
schedule for his staff. Of course, I couldn't just come in and say
'presto' and move everything around ... oh, no ... I didn't have the
luxury of time to spare. No sooner did I come aboard, than we found
ourselves in one crisis after another.

After being confronted by the First Federation ship, and bluffing our
way past Blalok and what looked like certain destruction, our run-in
with Harry Mudd, the most insidious scoundrel I had ever come across,
seemed almost a relief.  We no sooner got rid of him and his 'cargo'
when the transporter accident happened. I was beside myself with
worry, but was unable to show more than the usual concern a ships
doctor would show under the circumstances.

Forget the fact that my best friend and occasional lover had been
split into two beings ... one meek, the other savage. I had to find a
way to fix the damage, without letting my feelings get in the way. It
was not easy ... and the task was made more daunting by having to deal
with that cold-blooded Vulcan. Blast the man, but he is exasperating!
I don't know how Jim puts up with him.   

In the past week it has been relatively quiet ... no disasters ... no
accidents ... no threats of war. The ENTERPRISE has been in the
process of charting an area that had been relatively unexplored until
recently. Now, this state of 'inactivity' could change at any time,
and knowing my luck, it would, but it is my intention to spend some
time with Jim, in as intimate a setting as possible, come hell or high
water.

~ End Personal Log  ~  

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As James T. Kirk entered his quarters at the end of the day, he
immediately made note of the blinking message light on his computer
console. He stretched, as he crossed the room, cursing quietly under
his breath, hoping fervently that this wasn't some tedious task that
needed his immediate attention.

He was bone tired ... more from the inactivity than anything else. Who
would have thought that mapping space could be so tiring. 'Not
tiring,' he thought, 'just plain *boring*!' Realizing that he was
wishing for some kind of emergency to come up, just to alleviate his
boredom, he pushed the replay button.

McCoy's image popped up on the screen, and his voice filled Kirk's
cabin. "Hey, Jimmy boy ... don't suppose you'd care ta join me for
dinner tonight? I've got a nice bottle of Saurian Brandy I'm dyin' ta
open ... with all the inactivity lately, I thought you'd like a little
diversion, if ya know what I mean."

Kirk frowned. The look on the doctor's face left nothing to the
imagination, as far as he was concerned ... he knew exactly what was
on the doctor's mind. As a matter of fact, the subject had not been
far from Kirk's mind, either ... which was part of the reason he had
been avoiding McCoy for the past few days.

When he had run into McCoy in 'Dark Passions' -- one of the sleazier
places on Deep Space Station 13 -- he was feeling horny, and happy to
see a familiar face after his inadvertent sun-in with Sulu and Chekov.
In a flash, the idea of renewing their on-again/off-again relationship
seemed only logical, under the circumstances.

And when he discovered that McCoy would be available to fill the
soon-to-be-vacant position of CMO -- thereby providing a convenient
'fuck-buddy' whenever the need arose -- he was enthusiastic about
pushing the transfer through ASAP.

But now, Kirk was having second thoughts. Not about having McCoy as
his CMO --he couldn't ask for a better doctor for this ship. No, it
was the personal relationship that had him concerned. Although he and
McCoy had not engaged in sexual activity since McCoy joined the crew,
Kirk had seen the jealousy in McCoy's eyes whenever he looked at
someone else.

Case in point, Harry Mudd's 'cargo' -- those lovely ladies were enough
to tempt a monk. Hell, even Spock was affected by them, to a degree,
so McCoy couldn't blame Kirk for getting all hot and bothered when Eve
pursued him.

But the looks ... damn, McCoy knew better than to assume Kirk would be
monogamous. After all, they had never had that kind of relationship in
the past, and Kirk was not about to change that now. There were too
many opportunities out there to tie himself down to one person.

'Well,' he thought, 'I'd better have dinner with him ... time to put
an end to this, before things get too messy.' And with that thought,
he called McCoy's quarters.

"Hey there, Jimmy-boy," McCoy said, a bit too jovially for Kirk's
current mood.

"Bones ..." he said, but got no further, as McCoy enthusiastically
interrupted.

"Hey ... looks like you could use a little R&R," and with a lustful
grin and a wink, he added, "I think I've got just what ya need, here
in my quarters."

'Ah, that look,' Kirk had to smile ... Bones knew just what it took to
make him hard and horny. Admitting to himself that maybe McCoy was
right, he relented, saying, "I bet you do, Bones." Suddenly eager,
Kirk decided to be a bit playful, as he crossed his arms and pulled
his tunic over his head. Reaching down to unfasten his pants, he
noticed McCoy's eyes widen in anticipation and lust ... Kirk lightly
stroked himself, even though he knew the gesture was not picked up on
the monitor, he could tell that McCoy knew exactly what he was doing. 

All thoughts of 'calling it off' left Kirk's mind. McCoy was a grown
man who knew exactly what he had gotten himself into ... there was no
need of feeling guilty over the arraignment. "Give me a few minute,
Bones ..."

McCoy was breathing heavily, obviously doing a bit of 'stroking'
himself, as he said, "Don't take too long ..."

Without another word, Kirk cut the connection. He finished undressing
then stepped into the sonic shower ... the sonics always seemed to
enhance his skin's sensitivity, making him ache for release. But he
denied himself ... he'd be in Bones' quarters in a few minutes, and if
he read the good doctor correctly, that well skilled and eager mouth
would be upon him soon after.

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McCoy contemplated greeting Jim at the door in the 'all natural' but
then thought better of it. It would be just his luck to have a medical
emergency pop up before he arrived. Instead, he poured himself a
Saurian Brandy, and made himself comfortable.

The ache in his cock was calling to him, but he resisted touching
himself ... he had spent far to many lonely nights lately, without
giving himself any relief. He could hold out a bit longer, knowing
that Jim would take care of him.

He took another sip of his brandy as the door buzzer sounded. "Come,"
he said, as the door opened.

Jim entered, and let the door close behind him before he replied,
"Don't mind if I do."

They both smiled at the very old joke. McCoy remained seated as he
called out, "Privacy lock," then gestured for Jim to help himself to
the brandy. As Kirk crossed the room, McCoy gave a low whistle. Jim
had worn his green wrap-around tunic, and an extremely tight pair of
trousers ... to McCoy, the bulge, which never left much of anything to
the imagination, seemed even more pronounced than usual. Smiling, he
asked, "Is that a phaser in your pocket, or are you  glad to see me?"

Jim smiled, as he poured himself a shot of the potent drink  ... after
all, there had been a considerable amount of risk involved in donning
these pants, without underwear, while in his current condition. But he
thought the effort would be appreciated, and was not disappointed. He
drank the shot down in one swallow, then poured himself a more
generous amount before turning and taking a step towards McCoy.

Standing so that his bulging cock was just inches away from Bones'
face, he ran one finger along the length of it, as he asked, "Do you
like what you see?" knowing full well what the answer would be. 

McCoy resisted reaching out to follow the path Kirk's finger had
taken. Instead, he leaned back in his chair slightly, and finished his
brandy. His chair was positioned so that, with little effort, he could
stand and face Kirk without Kirk moving. He did so, leaning in to kiss
Jim as he said, "Very impressive, as usual." He then grasped Jim's
hand, and guided it to his own crotch, saying, "But not as impressive
as this."

McCoy, of course, was right ... for although he was not as thick as
Jim, he was considerably longer. Feeling Jim's hand close on him only
made him stiffen more ... the full ten inches pulsing for release.
After all the sleepless nights, when he knew that Kirk was 'getting
some', McCoy decided he would make Jim take care of him, first.

McCoy unbuttoned his pants, as he said, "On your knees, Jim." For an
instant, there was defiance in Jim's eyes, but as McCoy pushed his
pants down, releasing the throbbing ten inches of rock-hard cock, he
relented. McCoy liked to force a bit of submission out of Kirk once in
a while. A bit of 'pay-back' so to speak  ... it served him right for
all the times he flaunted his sexual exploits while denying the
relationship they supposedly had. The fact that he didn't let Jim
remove his own pants first, thereby adding a bit of discomfort to the
submission, added to McCoy's pleasure.

The first touch of Jim's tongue to his cock made him gasp ... suddenly
banishing all thought of 'revenge' or 'pay-back' from his mind. Kirk
knew what he was doing, for sure. As his tongue circled the sensitive
head, every ounce of his essence tried to escape through that one
point of contact. When he thought he could take no more, Jim must have
sensed it, for his mouth closed down over as much of the shaft as he
could take in, and the suction began.

McCoy's release was almost instantaneous, as he grasped Jim's
shoulders to steady himself, and thrust deeply into the eagerly
sucking mouth. When he was spent, Jim released him, and he collapsed
into the chair once again.

He closed his eyes, as his breathing returned to normal. Sensing
movement, he opened his eyes to see Jim's cock once again in his face
... this time, released from its confines. Oh, how he wished to have
that wondrous shaft thrust deep into his bowels ... but he knew that
Jim would not stand for any more delays. He was more than ready to
shoot his load right now.

Grasping Jim by the hips, he opened his mouth and throat to admit the
thick, hard shaft. At once, Jim began to thrust while McCoy applied
pressure with his lips. McCoy was impressed with Jim's self-control,
but even he could not withstand the constant suction for long. With a
thrust and a cry, Jim came ... McCoy swallowed convulsively, holding
Jim out enough to prevent himself from choking on the salty fluid.

When Jim was completely spent, he crossed the small room and collapsed
into the other chair. They both sat in silence for a minute or two,
then McCoy said, "Damn, but it's been too long. Thanks."

"Any time, Bones," Jim replied, smiling at McCoy.

But since Jim's eyes were closed, he did not see the look that crossed
McCoy's face at his words. With a scowl, McCoy said, "Hardly 'any
time' ... after all, it's been months."  

The anger and accusation apparent in McCoy's words made Jim open his
eyes. Suddenly on the defensive, Jim started, "Bones, you know ..."

But he got no further as McCoy said, "Don't even go there! I'm fed up
with you givin me that crap about 'discretion' while you fuck
everything that catches your eye."

Kirk looked at McCoy as if he had no idea what he was talking about
... it was a well practiced look, but he could see right away that it
was not going to work on McCoy this time. He stood, rearranging his
clothing, as he said, "Look, Bones ... we never said our relationship
was exclusive. I thought you understood that." In his exasperation, he
stated to pace, then continued, "Hell, there's nothing stopping you
from getting a little on the side, wheneveryou want it."

"You know, you're right ... but you see, that's the difference between
you and me. I *want* some stability in a relationship, and you don't."
McCoy was fully dressed once again as well, and pouring himself
another drink as he continued, "I told myself when I saw you in 'Dark
Passions' that I would NOT let you mess up my social life again ...
and here I am, acting no different than I did when we first met."

He finished his drink, and walked to the door, motioning Jim to
follow, as he said, "Jim, I love being CMO on this ship ... and I
enjoy being your friend," and as he deactivated the lock, he added,
"but I cannot be your lover. Not even part time."

As the door opened, Jim gave him one last look, as he said, "I know
... I figured that out the minute you signed up for this tour." And
with a last look, he said, "Good night, Doctor ... thanks for dinner."

McCoy was puzzled, until he saw the pretty young Yeoman walking past,
on her way to the turbolift.

As the door closed, McCoy realized that he was alone again ...
naturally.

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The End