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( closed ) I say, don't you know

who: Jim Kirk & Victor Frankenstein
what: a very 80's teenage date
when: June 5th
where: a drive-in cinema, and wherever else Victor decides to take Jim
warnings: definitely nsfw

Jim couldn't complain about time with Victor, these days. Since moving in together, they had gotten many opportunities to enjoy each other's company, either with Lucy or just the two of them. Still, it felt nice doing something special every once in a while. It had been the reason why Jim had decided to learn how to dance, so he could surprise Victor with a special date, but that'd have to wait until he'd had a decent number of lessons.

But until then, there were still plenty of ideas for fun, romantic dates. The idea for this one had sort of been built on a random text exchange, and Victor eventually took over the preparations, but Jim didn't mind that at all. Lucy had gone to the sitter's house directly after school, so they'd have the house all to themselves until the following day, and Jim had left work early so he could get ready for their date.

Not that he needed to try so hard, granted, but like he'd told Victor once, he still wanted to. He'd picked out a nice but still comfortable outfit— a pair of dark jeans, a fun plaid shirt, and a simple pullover in case it got chilly later in the night. Overall, an adequate outfit for the theme of the date, he thought.

Checking himself in the mirror one last time (he'd gone through a whole routine, so he looked perfectly groomed and smelled really nice too), he waited until he got a text from Victor, then he grabbed his wallet and phone and headed out the door. Victor had mentioned renting a car, so he looked around for one parked outside, possibly still running.

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He could easily get lost in James's touch even in complete silence, but the music was certainly helping. It energized his body, gave him a rhythm he could match with his body and hands, his lungs starting to burn as he gasped for air between kisses. He warned he would get carried away and that was exactly what was happening.

Victor wouldn't hear Jim complaining about him getting carried away. If anything his moans and whimpers grew louder the faster they moved, and the harder Victor pressed down on top of him. He kissed along Victor's lips and cheek, mouthing along his jaw and neck, teeth lightly scraping the skin.

"Victor," he breathed out, loud enough to hopefully get the doctor's attention. "D'you, hah— bring anything? Lube, or... something."

He tilted his head to follow the path of those kisses. "Shit," he huffed at James's question. Not because he didn't come prepared-- of course he did, he had a very attractive boyfriend-- but because getting the lube meant moving. He should've grabbed it when he brought out the music player.

"Just... one second." Victor rolled off, going one more time into the back seat. He came back, holding it out to James. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Jim let out a soft little whine when Victor moved away from him, but it meant he did have that lube, so he didn't complain. He craned his head to watch Victor go back into the car, vaguely thankful that they'd parked in a grassy area so Victor didn't hurt himself walking around barefoot.

He sat up once Victor came back to him, snatching the bottle from his hand. Then he nodded to the blanket, shifting to give Victor more room. "Lie down."

An excited spark lit up his eyes. He liked being with James no matter what they ended up doing. But being instructed to lie down was promising and he was looking forward to what James was planning. Victor did as he was told, patiently threading his fingers together over his stomach so he wouldn't be as tempted to interrupt whatever this was.

Jim smiled at the expression on Victor's face. He always loved how excited the doctor got when Jim got a little bossier and in control, and right now was no exception. He reached out and touched Victor wherever he could reach while the doctor settled down on the blanket, then once he was lying down as told, he shifted one knee to Victor's other side, sitting up so he was straddling him.

"I want you to just... watch," he winked at Victor, as he uncapped the bottle and poured some of the lube onto his fingers. Then he reached behind himself, rubbing his fingertips against his own opening. Victor wouldn't be able to see what he was doing, but he'd be able to guess the moment those fingers pushed past the tight rim by the way Jim tensed and shivered all over, lips parting in a soft little whimper.

His lip twitched a bit. He sort of thought James might go this way, but he hadn't been sure. Except James took it on a slightly different route than Victor was expecting. His mouth went dry, his mouth falling open. He didn't have to see to know what was happening: he'd seen James tense up like that often enough to know.

James said he wanted Victor to watch. The doctor took that to mean he wasn't supposed to do anything else. So he clasped his hands together tighter and watched silently, except for a few pleasing noises. Even if his thoughts weren't scattered, he wouldn't know what to say.

Jim was admittedly pleased with Victor's reaction, though he couldn't quite manage a smile at the moment. He pushed a couple of fingers inside himself, as deep as he could manage, his body shifting into a slightly different angle so he could go in even deeper.

Balancing his weight on his knees, his free hand slipped between them, catching both their cocks and stroking them slowly, in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers. He knew he was running low on patience right now, and it wasn't his aim to torture the doctor either, so he spread his fingers wider apart, moaning as he stretched himself open, readying himself for more. "Lube," he panted slightly, giving just Victor's cock a pointed stroke so the doctor would know what he meant.

It was surprisingly easy to keep his hands to himself. Watching James move and touch himself was incredibly captivating. And yes, very hot. Victor's cock was throbbing eagerly the longer it went on. If this was how James wanted to torture him, he would gladly take it.

The word "lube" broke him out of his daze. He reached for it, getting a generous amount on his hands and stroking himself. Victor tried to make a little show of it, eyes burning as they fixed on James.

He hummed in approval as Victor reached for the lube and started coating himself. His hips rolled against his own fingers, picking up pace to match the strokes of Victor's hand. It made him already imagine Victor's cock inside him, and he trembled all over just remembering what that felt like.

"God... want you," he purred, teasing the head of Victor's cock with his free hand.

He purred; those were some of his favorite words. Especially when James said them in that breathy tone. Victor slid his hands up James’s sides and along his shoulders.

“Then come down here, baby,” he answered in a low voice, giving James a tug.

He licked at his upper lip, then leaned forward, kissing and nibbling at Victor's lips. He didn't linger for too long, though, pulling back again as he slid his fingers out, then he sought Victor's cock and pressed the tip against his opening.

Slowly he lowered himself, taking the length inch by inch. Their bodies were so familiar to each other by now that he felt no pain or even the slightest discomfort as he took Victor all the way in.

This was what he thought James would do. Any position was wonderful but he loved watching James ride him. He liked watching him lose his control, the way he moved and glowed. Victor let James set the pace at first, hands running along his legs and back.

Inevitably, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He shifted his hips up matching James’s pace, gently scratching his back.

Jim wasn't exactly looking to take things too slowly. He rolled his hips a couple of times at first, grinding against Victor's lap, panting slightly as his body eased around the girth of Victor's cock. He started building on a pace as the doctor's hands roamed his skin, but it was only when Victor rolled his hips up and pushed deeper into him that he set out on a harder pace, breaths turning into soft moans with each thrust.

He grunted, shifting his body more aggressively against James's. His nails dug in a little more, making pathways up and down James's back and to his hips. He brushed along James's torso and to the back of his neck, tugging his hair the way he knew James liked. All the while he bucked his hips in time.

The nails digging into his flesh make him whimper instantly, his body moving faster to meet the pace of Victor's hips. Another moan spills from him when Victor reaches farther up and tugs hard on his hair, his upper body falling forward slightly, elbows propped to both sides of Victor's head. He shifts his knees wider apart, arches himself just so, his body trembling with each deep thrust. He moans and pants against Victor's lips, eyes dark and glazed over in pleasure as their hard pace makes him feel as though his whole body's burning up. "Victor—"

"God, James," he groaned, fingers tightening in James's hair. His other arm went down to grip onto James's ass. With the way James was angled, Victor could use his grip to pull James against him at a quicker pace. He bit the man's lip at some point, quickly soothing it with a flick of his tongue.

His jaw tensed briefly, easing as he let out a shivered moan. His lips pressed blindly to Victor's, not nearly enough presence of mind to actually kiss him, but just wanting more contact, more attention, though it was bound to overwhelm him sooner rather than later.

His muscles squeezed tight around Victor, his cock twitching between them, precome leaking from the tip. He rolled his hips sharply and sank himself back down, meeting Victor halfway, practically seeing stars when Victor buried in deep, pressing against all the most delightfully sensitive spots inside him.

He gave up trying to kiss James and now just presses his mouth on any bit of skin he could find: a cheek, his jaw, his ear, in his hair. His hot breath gasped out between every kiss, a groan breaking between his labored breaths.

He could feel James's precome on his skin and grunted, trying to move his hand between them to touch what he guessed would be a very needy erection. He grinned up at James, scratching the back of his neck affectionately.

"W-we both might... need massages," he grunted, "after this." Even with a blanket, a car hood was not a very comfortable place to lay down on. And the way James was riding him was making that fact very clear. But Victor would take some discomfort in exchange for moments like this any day.

His body shook even harder, if possible, when that hand snuck between them and he felt fingers wrapt tightly around his erection. His hips snapped back a little more roughly, a needy sound crawling up his throat, his torso leaning back slightly as he sat up fully on top of Victor.

"Yeah... sounds, h-hah— good," he moaned, head tipping back slightly. His hands curled on Victor's chest, nails digging into skin, his body moving at a needier and more desperate pace as he rode Victor fast and hard. It was likely obvious at this point that he was careening fast towards his orgasm.

He pushed himself up a little trying for a different angle. He knew James's body as well as his own and could feel that the other man was getting close. With what little space he had between them, Victor stroked James with one hand while pulling his body down with the other.

He was trying to find that sweet spot inside his beloved, to feel the muscles tighten around him and pull him to his own orgasm

It really didn't take a lot for Victor to find an angle that worked for them both, and soon enough Jim was crying out in pleasure, as he felt the length inside him press up and rub against his prostate. His thighs clenched and his hips snapped back against Victor's, moving himself up and down on the doctor faster and rougher. That feeling of being filled so completely, coupled with the strong strokes of Victor's hand, quickly pushed him over the edge, and he spilled across Victor's torso while crying out his name, muscles wrapping that much tighter around his cock as he kept riding him through his own orgasm.

The music was still going on his music player, but at the moment Victor found James much more pleasant to listen to. And the current rhythm of their bodies better than dancing... though Victor did intend to dance with James at some point tonight.

At the moment, he was snapping his hips up and pulling James down to bring their bodies to a finish. He felt James come first, gasping at the resulting heat and tightness. A few more timed thrusts was all it took for Victor to release, James’s name coming out in a strangled cry.

Little aftershocks of his orgasm washed over him as Victor kept moving. He couldn’t help but whimper and shiver all over, vision blurring to white with each hard thrust that had Victor filling him so completely.

He moaned breathlessly when Victor came, his hips moving shakily to meet the doctor’s thrusts, reveling in the delightful feeling of Victor coming inside him, filling him to the brim.

That electrifying buzz was going through his body as he rode through the orgasm. He gradually slowed their pace down to a gentle grind, putting an arm around James to roll them on their sides and make it easier to slide out. He didn't necessarily want to, but they both needed time to recover after that. Victor made one last movement of his hips to be sure they were both spent, some of his seed heating James's stomach in the process.

"By the way," he murmured, grinning in that post-coitus slaphappy way. "I'm in love with you."

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