( open ) there's nothing here to run from

[winscenario]

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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[jolting]

His fingers relaxed a little and he smiled. "All right. And if we run across people who need a doctor, I can help them." He tried not to snort out loud the moment those words left his mouth. When his father conscripted him to be a medic in the army, Victor was hurt and angry. But here he was offering to be a field medic.

But really, that was the difference: this time it was by choice.

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"Sounds good," Jim smiled, his lips getting back to his previous task. Smoothing a tongue across the doctor's collarbone, he latched his lips onto the skin there, sucking slowly and gently, more careful and tender as he worked a new bruise onto the skin. A smaller one too, though this one should already be covered by his clothing, given its placement.

[jolting]

Victor fell silent so James could concentrate on what he was doing. The gentler treatment to his skin felt good. Soothing, even. And the bruise would ache just enough without bothering him too much.

Victor started humming while James worked his skin. He had always liked music both in his cursed memories and his life before Storybrooke, but before James it'd been years since Victor touched an instrument or sang a song. He still didn't do it often, but every now and then he would get in the mood for it.

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He did a slow and thorough work of Victor's collarbone, then wiggled lower on the bed, swiping his tongue across a nipple before he started sucking a new bruise onto the skin a little lower, over Victor's ribs. His lips curled into a smile as Victor started humming a tune, though, and he paused and tipped his head up so he could look at the doctor.

"What are you singing there?"

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He was feeling relaxed until he felt that tongue graze his nipple. The touch cut off his humming and his fingers curled in James's hair, wanting to tug him back up.

"Oh, just... a song from my world. I didn't mean to distract you." Victor tugged a little, hinting that James should go back up to the nipple area.

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"That's nice," he hummed as he kissed along Victor's ribs, purposefully ignoring that tug even though he knew where Victor wanted him. "You should sing it to me sometime."

Not right now, though. He vastly preferred the other sounds he got out of Victor in these sorts of situations, and for now he paused on marking Victor's skin so he could focus his attention on his nipples. His tongue grazed over one of them slowly, while his fingers brushed over the other, always fascinated and immensely pleased that Victor was so sensitive there. Not that Jim could talk, of course, but still.

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"Yeah." He shivered feeling those lips on his skin. "Yeah, I'll do that."

Definitely later. He wouldn't be able to concentrate on the words just now. Victor didn't want to concentrate on anything that wasn't James. His fingers gripped tighter, his breath hitching as James added another mark to his skin. He clung on, trembling eagerly. He felt the press of that tongue on him an groaned in approval.

Pleasure buzzed through his whole body. His nipples hardened under the attention and Victor couldn't help the subtle grind of his hips.

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It wasn't as though Jim was particularly interested in hearing Victor sing right now, so that worked pretty well for him. Feeling Victor's nipples harden against his tongue was far more interesting right now, as was the way he shifted beneath him. Jim's weight still kept his hips firmly pinned to the bed, so it wasn't as though he could move all that much.

His tongue was replaced by his teeth, as he grazed the sharp edge across the hardened nub, biting lightly on it before wrapping his lips around it in a gentle, soothing kiss. Then he pulled away, moving his mouth onto the other nipple, his fingers taking up the attentions to the already abused one, wanting neither of them to go ignored.

[jolting]

He let out a shuddering breath. He didn't mind being pinned down, as what little movement he made had him brushing against James's body. Victor's fingers released James's hair, digging into his back and shoulders instead.

He let out a sharp cry at the feel of teeth, nails digging in harder. Every press of James's mouth, tongue and teeth had him aching. And not just because bruises were forming.

"More," he breathed. His cock was making it known how much he was enjoying this.

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Jim let out a moan of his own when those nails dug into his shoulders. There was a distinct jolt of pain on his injured side, but he didn't dare complain about it, instead letting go of both already abused nipples to plant a slow trail of kisses down Victor's stomach.

"Mm, doctor..." He slipped a hand between their bodies so he could wrap his fingers tightly around Victor's cock, pumping it once. "I can't believe you're hard again already."

Not that he was complaining, far from it actually. He licked at his own lips, rubbing his thumb insistently against the head. "Now, what to do about it..."

[jolting]

His thoughts had scattered enough that they hadn't considered the injury when he dug his nails in. He just wanted to cling onto James any way he could. Victor realized what he did and quickly corrected himself, grazing down to James's sides to cling there instead.

"R-really? You can't... believe it?" he huffed. "I'd think... you'd take it... as a compliment." He swallowed, another moan breaking through.

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"Oh, I am taking it as a compliment," he purred, shifting even lower on the bed, so his head was more lined up with Victor's groin. His lips trailed a path down to Victor's hipbones, then towards the middle, brushing just barely against the base of his cock before he was pulling back again.

With a hand gripping Victor's cock, he shifted the length slightly, pressing and rubbing the tip against his lips, only parted enough that the very tip of his tongue teased the slit. He loved having Victor in his mouth, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him a little first. Besides, he knew he made for a very lewd picture right now, and he wanted Victor to enjoy that.

[jolting]

He watched James's progress eagerly. That brush might have been brief but it still had him gasping, fingers twitching on James's skin. He didn't try to tug James down on him, though. Turned out Victor liked being teased. It wasn't like the pain of a bruise, but it made him ache all over, and he found he didn't mind if James drew out that aching feeling.

Victor's eyes flickered and managed to focus on James. Yeah, that was a very nice image. One he'd commit to paper later.

"Geliebte." He slid his fingers across James's shoulders gently. "Drive me mad. Please."

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He hummed against the warm flesh, lips curling into a faint smile. He opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Victor's, feeling his own insides twist and warm all over from just the look Victor had on his face.

"Gladly," he purred compliantly, lips parting wider so he took the head of Victor's cock into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks immediately in a slow, thorough suck, tongue working and swirling around the head, while his fingers slowly stroked the rest of Victor's length.

[jolting]

Damn. He cried out, fingers twitching but managing not to grab James's hair and pull him down. Victor asked for madness and part of that was letting James treat him at his own pace. It wasn't actually that difficult; James was incredibly skilled. He could content himself with caressing the muscles of James's shoulders and arms and keeping his ankle hooked around the back of the man's leg.

His fingers danced up James's throat, brushing the short hairs gently then following the jawline and feeling where his lips were wrapped around Victor's cock. He shuddered, groaning at the feel of it.

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That loud cry was its own reward, and Jim let out a low hum around Victor's cock. He was torn between wanting to take him in deeper, and wanting to keep teasing him. It was difficult to resist the temptation, but he found something of a balance.

Since he needed to wet his lips to slide them farther down to the base, Jim pulled back entirely, sucking hard and releasing the head with an audible pop. He immediately started licking at his own lips thoroughly, until they were coated in his own saliva, then he promptly took Victor's cock into his mouth again. This time he kept going, though, swallowing the length inch by inch, until Jim felt the head push just a hint against the tight start of his throat.

[jolting]

Victor bit back a whimper as James released him. He focused his gaze on the man, curious to see what he had planned. Curiosity mixed with heated arousal. He wet his own lips watching James, moaning a little at the display.

Victor was more than ready for those lips when they slid back over his length. He shuddered, fingers twitching in James's hair. It was all he could do to not buck up too soon. Did James actually get better at this? The idea didn't surprise him.

His fingers moved in slow circles, scratching James's scalp encouragingly but gently. Victor shifted his hips up ever so slightly, waiting to be sure James was ready to take more.

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Victor was probably a little bit biased. Jim didn't feel like he was getting better at this so much as trying new things to surprise and please Victor. The shudder he got from the doctor was incredibly rewarding, and he relaxed his throat around the girth of Victor's cock, tilting his head further just a hint and offering a different angle so that Victor would be able to push in deeper.

And since he seemed to be a little reluctant to move, Jim moved his fingers to tap 'OK' on Victor's hipbone, letting him know he could move.

[jolting]

Biased or not, what James was doing felt damn good. He panted hard, groaning again. That bit of Morse code was really coming in handy between them. He smiled a little feeling the familiar tap and responded with a tightened grip on James's hair.

He moved, thrusting up slowly at first and then a little faster. He could feel that change of angle and took the invitation. He thrust his hips up, gasping feeling his cock push in deeper. Victor let his body drop then thrust up again.

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This time it was Jim who shuddered, letting out a whimper that was muffled around Victor. He closed his eyes and simply stood still, letting Victor set up the pace himself, by both thrusting his hips upwards and tugging Jim's head down to meet each thrust. It was incredibly exhilarating to let Victor take control like this, but he trusted the doctor completely, and being used like this was ridiculously arousing to him.

[jolting]

For his part, it was easy for Victor to lose himself in the feeling of that mouth wrapped around him. Thrusting into the wet warmth, his head grazing the roof of James's mouth. Dipping deeper and farther with each jerk of his hips. He knew just how much James could take of him.

"J-james, uhhhngh." He could very easily come this way, especially if he kept at the pace he was currently setting.

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His whimpers turned into louder moans now, feeling Victor bury his cock in deeper. Jim didn't fight it though, instead relaxing his muscles further and dipping his head lower still. He swallowed tightly around the thick head whenever Victor's cock pushed well past the tight opening of his throat, his fingers curling and nails digging hard into the flesh of Victor's thighs and ass, urging him to keep moving just as hard and fast— even harder still, if he wanted to.

[jolting]

He let out soft gasps and moans each time James swallowed. Probably for the best that James hadn't worked on his hair yet, as Victor's fingers were gliding through it, twisting and pulling the strands. He shifted back against the nails on his flesh.

He followed the urging, snapping his hips as fast as he could manage. Every time he pushed in deep he felt the orgasm get closer. His body wanted to thrust in when he felt himself getting close. Victor reasoned that if James needed it, he would pull back. So he gave one final thrust forward and spilled himself into James's mouth, crying out the man's name as the pleasure surged through him.

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It probably came as no surprise that Jim didn't pull back at all. He could tell by the faster and rougher thrusts that Victor was getting close, and he did his best to help him get there. Lips wrapped tight and cheeks hollowed out around the girth, he swallowed hard each time the head pushed past his throat, and when Victor came he bobbed his head low, taking him into his mouth completely, lips sliding all the way to the base and staying there as he felt the doctor empty himself completely down his throat.

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Victor panted, blinking past the spots in his eyes. It always thrilled him how James was willing to take in everything Victor gave him. They had time for Victor to reciprocate. He slowed his thrusts as the orgasm rolled through him, slipping his cock out only when there was nothing left. His body still tingled from the rush, but he knew that would never really die away as long as James was close.

A glance at the clock told him he had some time before Lucy needed him. Enough time to rest after all that.

"Come up here," Victor murmured, giving James a weak little tug. He could always relax more peacefully when he felt James close.