The BLTS Archive - Kirk/McCoy: An Old Man's Means by Acidqueen (a.q@gmx.de) --- Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own Star Trek, I own my brain. No infringement intended, no money being made. All original content (c) Acidqueen 2003. Advertisement: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar 2003 Note: For more about this pairing, see my Kirk/McCoy site! Beta: Thanks to the wonderful Lyrastar :) All remaining errors are mine. Author's Note: Part of my K/Mc series. Sequel to 'Intermezzo -- Necessary Precautions'. --- When Kirk entered Sickbay, McCoy knew instantly what was up. Thankfully, he was the only one left of the medical staff, so he quietly locked the door. For a while Kirk rambled on about Headquarters and how now that Khitomer had become a part of Federation history, they thought they could just retire him. Somehow it didn't sound all that different from the James T. Kirk of 30 years ago. When the rambling had finally lost its drive, McCoy met the eyes of his captain and blatantly asked, "You're underfucked, Jim?" Kirk glared at him. "Dammit, yes, I am!" he growled. "And there was a time that someone would've taken care of that for me!" McCoy got up and went over to his lover of four decades. "I'm just an old country doctor and, what's worse, I am an old man who can't get it up in the blink of an eye anymore." "You're only a few years older than me," Kirk mumbled. "Seven," McCoy corrected him. "But it's your lucky day - we've gotten new equipment lately which might help solve your little problem." His wicked grin quickly spread to the captain. "What's that?" Kirk asked huskily. McCoy shook his head. "Surprise package, Jim. Just drop your pants and lean over that high bench here." He gestured to a back corner of the room. "I'll be with you in a minute." Kirk, visibly agitated, followed the doctor's orders. Bending over the bench, he rested his forehead on his folded arms and wiggled his naked ass suggestively. "You said one minute, Bones," he called out as McCoy took longer than expected. "Still so impatient," McCoy said as he stepped right between Kirk's slightly spread legs. "Open a bit more," he ordered, and Kirk complied instantly. When cool lubricant was rubbed over his most intimate part, Kirk sighed happily. "Damn, Bones, it's been a long time since we did that…" "I don't think we ever did exactly *this*", McCoy commented as he slowly pressed something big into his captain's offered ass. "A plug…?" "Not quite." McCoy pushed a button, and it instantly began to vibrate. "A brand-new tool on the market. Import from Delta." "Ooooohhh," Kirk moaned. "That's good. Damn, that's good." "Now, is it as if your whole body is being massaged from inside out? As if someone is licking your prostate with a hot, wet tongue? As if -" "Yes, yes, yes," Kirk sobbed. "It's almost torture. Almost…but hell, don't stop it!" "I won't. But I need my hands free, so would you please reach back and keep that thing in place?" Awkwardly the captain shifted position. "I'm not as flexible as I used to be," he murmured, but finally his fingers locked on the target, his right arm stretched to the max along his back in an uncomfortable angle. "Don't let it go or it will slip out, and wouldn't that be a pity?" McCoy said with a broad grin. "Hmmm," was all that reached his ears. "And now something for relaxation." McCoy squatted down at the floor behind the still well-shaped buttocks and firmly began to spank them. Right, left, right…falling into a familiar rhythm his palms met the skin, turning them reddish over time. Kirk's breathing easily fell into the rhythm. His fingers clamped the rear of the vibrator so hard that it would leave marks on them. But McCoy didn't care about that - heartily keeping his pace, his hands danced over the by now deep red cheeks. It didn't take long before Kirk's breathing changed again and became erratic. A few minutes later he winced, "I'm so close, so close, please Bones, help me…" McCoy stopped his ministrations and got up. Relieving Kirk's stiff fingers from the vibrator, he reached around with his other hand and rubbed the captain's stiff member exactly eight times before Kirk climaxed with a deep groan. Totally spent, Kirk slumped down the bench, his arms loosely beside him. "Bones…you're just the best fuck in my life," he murmured when he got air again. "I'm only your most consistent fuck, Captain," McCoy said caustically, and gave the cute ass a last slap. "Don't confuse the two." Then he removed the vibrator and offered his hand. Kirk gladly took it, stretching his obviously aching body to its full height. "My best fuck," he repeated stubbornly while cleaning himself and bringing his uniform back to order. "What about that?" He nodded toward the tell-tale splashes under the bench. "Did I ever tell you about that automated cleaning unit?" McCoy said with a twinkle. "One minute, and everything is fresh and disinfected." "Great invention," Kirk said, and tossed the used towel into the recycler. Then he drew near McCoy. "Bones…" "You're welcome," McCoy said, and hugged Kirk. Their lips met in the brief kiss of old acquaintances as Kirk hugged him back. "Old country doctor, uh? You sure know your therapies," Kirk said as he walked toward the door. "And thanks for locking it. Have I been so transparent?" "Yes." Kirk frowned. "To me," added McCoy. The captain relaxed visibly, his expression changing to dry amusement as he released the lock. "See you after the shift, Bones." The door closed in Kirk's wake. "See you, Jim," McCoy murmured and went back to his work, the wicked grin still lingering on his lips. --- The End