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( open ) there's nothing here to run from

who: Jim Kirk & YOU!
what: open prompts for flood things and monster fighting + sparring later in the month; specific closed prompts as I plot things out with people
when: month of April
where: all around the Quarantine
warnings: possibly some violence and injuries in any monster fighting and sparring threads; NSFW for sex in his thread with Victor

I ▹ FLOOD & DISASTER RELIEF

[ Jim's never been the kind to stay still, even during quiet and peaceful times. So when something goes wrong and people are in danger, it should come as no surprise that he's right in the thick of it.

After his network broadcast warning people of the dangers of getting too close to the rising waters, as well as asking for help in dealing with the damage and other consequences of the flood, he's made sure to set up a perimeter along the river, trying to get people to keep a somewhat safe distance from the waters. Still, it's impossible to make it completely safe or to isolate every single spot along the river, even with a lot of people helping out, and between that and the monsters crawling out of the water, anyone who finds themselves in a tough spot is likely to run into Jim.

Or rather, have him run towards them, possibly yelling out if he spots an oncoming danger, whether that is the rising water level or some wild creature getting a little too close, holding a phaser or a dagger in hand. ] Watch out!

II ▹ RECOVERY & SPARRING

[ Sometimes he likes to think nothing can stop him, if only he's stubborn enough. It usually worked out well back home, and even here when Bones was around, because a dermal regenerator, or some quick advanced surgery in more serious situations, would fix just about anything to perfection.

That's not the case, this time around. During one of the skirmishes with the flood creatures, he was attacked pretty viciously, and now that he's had the injury mostly treated, he's sporting a (yet healing) bite mark covering all around his shoulder and part of his upper arm. It doesn't bleed anymore, and as it heals he doesn't even have to keep it bandaged or wrapped up, but at times when he moves there's just a tinge of discomfort, a dull ache that makes him hiss.

Sometimes he's just sitting at work, pressing against the wound over his clothes, trying to ease the sore muscles. Ignoring it doesn't always work, but boy does he try.

A little later in the month, though, he gets more frustrated, and more intent on working through the mild pain and discomfort. For anyone who's a regular around the Perimeter Guard, Jim can be easily found around the training facilities, warming up on some gym equipment, or practicing a few simple moves on his own on a training mat.

What's left of his wound, as well as some bruising on the skin around it, is visible when he's only wearing a tank top, though he doesn't seem to pay it much mind, or tries not to anyway. If he spots anyone lingering around the area he'll look up and promptly ask— ] Wanna join in?

III ▹ WILCARD

[ Want to run into Jim elsewhere? Go right ahead! Also, if you'd like a prompt more specific to your character, feel free to ping me @

extreminator and I'll write one up for you! ♥ ]

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They needed to do this every day. Victor couldn't think of a better start to the morning than taking a shower with James. Of course doing that would mean they would've spent the night together, something Victor was all for happening on a more regular basis. Victor groaned a little and squeezed James's body.

He told James about a fantasy he had of the two of them standing under a rainstorm, but standing under a shower was pretty damn good, too. He moved his hands in circles over James's back and shoulders, slipping around his front and down again.

Heat curled inside him. "You know," he said quietly, "there are other ways of steaming up the bathroom."

He hummed a little and smiled against Victor's lips, their mouths hovering close even after breaking the kiss. "Yeah?" His voice was a quiet murmur, and he pressed his body flush against the doctor's. "Care to elaborate? Or were you thinking of giving a practical example?"

His fingertips tapped lightly along Victor's sides, tugging him a little closer too while Jim's lips started trailing down the curve of Victor's neck.

He let out a soft hum, tongue flicking briefly across those lips. There was no need to keep moving his hands for the practical purposes of washing; he now did it just because he wanted to touch James. Victor was pretty terrible at keeping James in suspense, so he went ahead and clarified his meaning:

"I was thinking we could have sex." He tilted his head so more skin would be available to James's mouth. "Um, specifically, have you up against the shower wall or the glass door there."

Jim lacked a little patience when it came to this anyway, so it was a good thing that Victor didn’t waste much time teasing him and keeping up the suspense. His smile deepened, evidently pleased with that answer, heat curling at the pit of his stomach.

“Sounds just great to me,” he murmured as he bit lightly on Victor’s skin, smoothing across the skin with his tongue right after before pulling away. “Do you want me to turn around?”

"Not--" He hissed out a breath feeling James bite him, dissolving into a groan. It was ridiculous that they would end up missing things like this when they were together. Victor had clearly been too cautious. "Not yet," he said at last. He brushed his thumb below James's lower lip affectionately. "You wear the most beautiful expressions when I prepare you, geliebte. Of course," he added, hand sliding down to curl around the base of the other man's cock, "I always think you're beautiful."

Declarations like that were probably why James called him sweet all the time, but it was true: Victor found everything about this man attractive. Victor began to stroke, his other hand reaching for the lube. At least here he didn't have to be too gentle, though he still kept an eye on James as his finger pushed in.

He had to admit, it was very rewarding to steal the words right out of Victor’s lips, but the feeling paled in comparison to the flutter he got in his chest when Victor said such sweet things. Jim was always a little vain, so of course any compliment about his looks was especially welcome, and it was made all the sweetest by that term of endearment.

He nodded wordlessly, head falling back and his body shivering when Victor started stroking him. His hips shifted slightly in response to that prodding finger, his leg lifting up just so to give Victor more room as he pushed that finger inside him.

Victor liked having his ego stroked just as much as James did, so he was more than happy to give out praises and compliments. It wasn't like he was saying anything that was untrue. The way James let his head fall back and the water cascaded down him, for example, was mesmerizing. It was impossible for Victor to ignore so he leaned in and ran his tongue along the length of James's throat, sinking his teeth in for another love bite.

Another time he would move his fingers more leisurely, but this time he was a bit too eager. Probably better in the end; James was likely tired of being handled gently. As if to test that theory, Victor's hand left the man's cock and went up into his hair to curl in the wet strands and tug sharply.

Well, Victor definitely wasn’t wrong. Not only was he tired of being handled with care, he was also missing this too much, and was a little eager to get things going. Not that he didn’t love it when Victor treated him with sweet and gentle touches, but having those teeth sink into his flesh alone shot pleasure down his spine, his cock hardening in Victor’s hand.

So the loss of touch there came with a clear whine of complaint, but he didn’t protest much more than that when Vixtor was soon pulling his hair again. A whimper spilled from his lips, body arching and hips jerking in urgent need. One of his hands slid down Victor’s front and curled around his cock, moving in fast strokes as he breathed out the doctor’s name encouragingly.

He had to admit, he loved getting those responses out of James. But then, Victor was just as responsive, and honestly he loved that, too. If there ever did come a time where they wouldn't have to miss each other, Victor hoped this eager need for each other would linger.

The hand on his cock was what broke him. He did a quick scan around the shower to make sure James had something to grab onto. Victor pushed him in that direction, gentle enough that they wouldn't slip on the wet tile but not too gentle.

"Now you can turn around," he breathed.

It would speak to serious problems if this need for each other just waned with time, at least in Jim’s eyes. It wasn’t something he was worried about, though. He saw it in Victor's eyes just now, and his hand picked up pace, at least until Victor guided him not too gently towards the wall of the shower.

He gasped slightly, letting go of Victor’s cock, but first cupped his face and slotted their mouths together in a deep, heated kiss. His gaze darkened as he pulled away, and he bit at Victor’s lower lip.

“Now I can turn around,” he corrected, then he turned around promptly, his injured arm folding so he could press his palm to the tiles, and his other hand reaching for the towel rail nearby and holding onto it.

“Uh.” The kiss has temporarily derailed his thoughts. James had a way of doing that to him. But he recovered quickly and he was fitting himself against the captain, a hand at his hips. He pressed kisses along James’s shoulder blades, hand pathing along his stomach and chest.

“How’s this feel?” he asked, grazing his lips as close to the wound as he dared.

Jim was smiling to himself, even more pleased that he threw the doctor for yet another spin, even when that wasn't what he was going for. He seemed to have that effect on him all too easily, and it was a piece of knowledge he'd keep in mind and probably use often too.

He sighed comfortably as Victor moved closer, his back arching so he could press himself more presently against the doctor. The muscles of his stomach tensed and dipped beneath the touch, body swaying as though trying to urge the doctor to keep touching him.

"Just like heaven," he murmured with a languid smile, letting his head fall back until it was practically resting on Victor's shoulder.

He purred at that praise, his eyes catching James's in a hungry look. He tugged the man back, grinding a little against him. James would feel how hard Victor was getting. And he got more rigid as he continued to grind, his lips tasting warm skin.

If James thought this was heaven, then Victor's cock would be even better than that.

Victor was definitely right, feeling that cock hardening against the curve of his ass was absolute bliss. He let out a low moan, his body tensing up and his hips rolling back against that friction, egging Victor on and hoping to help him get as hard as he could even faster.

"Victor," he breathed quietly, turning his head to the side so he could look into the doctor's eyes. He honestly couldn't care less that Victor hadn't stretched him out properly, he just wanted to feel him buried in deep.

He let out a huff, slicking up his cock a bit impatiently. He caught the other man's eyes, nuzzling him affectionately.

"I know, geliebte." He didn't draw it out; neither of them wanted to wait longer. Victor shifted, angling their hips, his tip finding the entrance and pushing through. Oh... god. He would go slow at first as always, holding onto James.

He really was very glad that Victor was rarely the type to tease and torture him by dragging things on too long, and that he wasn't in one of those moods right now. But then again, the doctor was probably as eager and impatient as Jim himself was.

Sucking in a breath when he first felt the tip of the cock press against his opening, he arched his back and jutted his ass out towards Victor, letting out the air in his lungs with a long, drawn-out moan, his body shivering all over. His fingers curled around the rails even tighter, until the knuckles started to turn white. It was difficult stopping himself from moving back against the doctor but he managed to anyway, waiting for Victor to start them on a pace himself.

The shower created a nice echo for their noises, one Victor was happy to exploit as he purposefully drew out his own groan. He ran his fingers along the length of James's arms, feeling the tight coil of muscles and down to where he gripped the rail. He briefly rested his hand over James's. Victor paused when he was fully sheathed in. It was one of his favorite feelings, the two of them joined like this.

He gave James's hand a brief squeeze, then slipped his hand away to curl around the man's cock instead. His first push was slow, but that was where the slow pace ended. Victor thrust against the other man just fast enough to satisfy them both, his hand matching the pace thrust for stroke. His other hand mapped James's chest, thumb rough as it rubbed over the man's nipples.

There. This was more like it.

His thumb brushed over Victor's own, for the brief while his hand lingered before it was moving away again. Not that Jim could really bring himself to complain when those fingers curled tight around his cock instead, the touch followed by a first slow thrust.

It helped, at least. But Jim didn't need much to ease around the girth of Victor's cock, and when he so promptly picked up pace, Jim only responded with a long, pleased moan, eyes closing as he shifted his body and arched it further, angling himself just right so that Victor could push into him deep and hard each time.

One of his hands moved to brush absently across Victor's forearm and wrist, urging him to keep touching him just like that. He gasped as Victor teased his nipples until they were hard against the touch.

That brush of James's thumb had him smiling. Those little intimate gestures always made his heart do little flips. He returned a small affectionate gesture of his own by kissing just below James's ear.

He felt the angle change and understood immediately what James wanted from it. With a squeeze to the man's cock, Victor obliged by thrusting in a bit harder and deeper. The nipples were already hard against his fingers but Victor kept working them anyway, using the water to simulate what it might feel like if it was his tongue there. And he would most definitely have his tongue there eventually. He satisfied himself with James's jawline and neck in the meantime.

Jim trembled, a broken sound crawling up his throat as Victor picked up his pace, letting out soft little gasps and groans to match each of his thrusts. He practically melted into each touch, his body coming alive and his skin buzzing with warm energy all over. He started pushing his hips back to meet Victor's deep thrusts, crying louder and clenching tighter when he hit that perfect spot inside him.

"Victor! More," he whimpered in a broken tone, clutching tighter to Victor's wrist. "Please..."

Victor panted against James's skin, fingers digging into his wet flesh. It was all too easy to let go and thrust as hard and fast as usual. Especially with those noises James made and the way he clenched around Victor. His hand managed to keep up and he twisted the other in James's grip to squeeze the man's hand.

"I know I... told you before," Victor huffed between breaths, "but I love it... when you ask for it... like that."

He switched hands, drawing the one holding onto James down to the man's cock and the other up to work his chest, nails flicking across the hard nipples. Victor liked the idea of him and James working together on his erection.

It wasn't like the thrusts were really upsetting the wound, anyway. Had Victor pressed his back to the wall and hoisted him up against it then that'd be a different thing, but like this he wasn't really in any pain at all. If anything he barely remembered the injury, his mind and body both focused solely on the pleasure.

"Yeah?" he panted a little, letting out a low moan as Victor thrust inside him and hit that sweet spot again. His hand moved as Victor directed him to, fingers curling around his own cock and starting to pump to the rhythm that Victor set up himself. "Like hearing me say please... hah, please... fuck me harder..."

He felt his face heat up, his whole body burn with pleasure. With both hands stroking his cock, those fingers teasing at his sensitive nipples, and the deep and rough thrusts Victor kept up, Jim knew it wouldn't take him much longer to go over the edge. "Come on, Victor... Want you to— come inside me," he moaned, purposefully clenching his muscles tight around Victor's cock.

Well, that so happened to be on Victor's mental list of things he wanted to do to James eventually, but he would hold off until the wound was healed. This position worked just fine, and if they barely remembered the injury, all the better.

Victor grunted, pumping James harder and jerking his hips faster at those words. "Y-yeah... like that." Not that he really needed to clarify with words, since his body gave a pretty positive response on its own. Feeling James tighten more around him had him jerking hard again.

"D-do that... again... and I will." He was very close and he was sure feeling James tight like that would be all he needed.

Jim did clench tight around Victor one more time, but after that the pleasure building inside him was just too much. His panting had turned to breathless moaning, and from the tip of his cock beads of precome spilled with each stroke. His own hand worked in precise motions, knowing exactly how to touch himself in the most efficient way, and that coupled with the deep thrusts filling him so completely, it was only a few more seconds before he was going over the edge.

Crying out as he came, he gave Victor exactly what he wanted, his hips jerking and his muscles wrapping even tighter than before around Victor, spasming with each touch, stroke and thrust. He struggled not to simply collapse against the wall, though he did press his cheek against it, riding out his orgasm as Victor kept working him hard and fast.

Victor gasped, daring to push through the tighter muscles. He felt the precome when he brushed his thumb across James's tip and gave an encouraging squeeze. "Mmmn, James," he sighed.

James getting tighter still around him was exactly what Victor needed and he came a moment later, letting out a cry of his own that mingled with James's. Victor managed not to slow down what he was doing. He would buck inside James and work his cock until they were both spent.

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