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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 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."

Jim’s body was spent and practically limp, all the tension having left his body. He’d almost swear he could pass out from the intense pleasure of those slower thrusts, and he let out a yelp and an airy giggle as Victor rolled them onto their sides.

He gasped but didn’t complain when Victor pulled out of him, curling his leg over the doctor’s side, a hand sliding up his torso and neck until his fingers were sifting through his hair. “Mm, are you? Well then, thank you. That’s good to know.”

Victor snorted, giving James's hair a little tug. It was a very good thing he knew James well, or he might've been annoyed that "thank you" was the response. He let go and shifted away to clean up the mess the two of them collectively made on him. He knew how much James liked cuddling, so depriving him of it was a small way of getting back for that little remark.

Victor wasn't that angry, though. If anything, he was trying to not look amused.

He let out a soft snort when Victor moved away from him, shaking his head. Okay, so maybe that hadn’t been the best way to answer that. Still, never too late to make it right.

He got down from the hood of the car, carefully making his way barefoot to where Victor was. He wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in to kiss just behind his ear. “I’m... madly in love with you, too. Mein geliebter.”

He leaned into the touch a little, turning his head to flash James a smile. Even if he was actually upset, he wouldn't have stayed that way long. As he was always pointing out, Victor had a weakness for Starfleet captains from Iowa.

"Madly's the way I like it," he answered. "I like when you call me that," he added, leaning more comfortably into James's arms. "Or anything. Even the ghost one." Mentioning that was his way of assuring James he hadn't really been upset.

Jim smiled, pleased at the response he got from Victor. His arms squeezed a little tighter, and he nuzzled a little against his neck.

“My boo,” he said with a soft chuckle, kissing Victor’s neck. “I do love you, Victor. And I love it when you use those words on me too.”

He couldn't help snickering a little, even as he tilted his head to the side in an offer for more nuzzles. Yes, even with the initial confusion he got when James called him "boo", Victor loved hearing it. Actually, he loved it because of that confusion. It made the word more special and unique for them.

This was nice: leaning into James, feeling the grass under his bare feet. "This is going to sound a little weird," Victor warned, "but this feels like a dancing moment."

He always liked Victor’s reaction when he called him that. Even if he hadn’t intended it as a joke at first, it was kinda cute that Victor was amused by it every single time. He smiled against Victor’s skin, letting out a soft chuckle of his own.

“Really?” He pulled back just so he could look at Victor, an eyebrow raised. “We’re totally naked and outdoors, and you wanna dance?”

"Told you it would sound weird," Victor reminded him. "You're welcome to grab our boxers if you want." He shrugged, nuzzling against James again. "Just seems like a celebration should have some dancing."

Jim smiled at Victor, ducking in closer to him. “You’re such a romantic.” Stealing a brief kiss, he did quick work of wiping himself clean, then grabbed his boxers from the roof of the car to put them on. For the sake of comfort, nothing else.

He hummed in answer, reaching to get his own boxers back on. He also grabbed his music player and shuffled through until he found a slower song. He picked one and took James by the hand, pulling him a little farther onto the grass so they would have room.

Victor was going to guide James in the one dance they both knew very well: a slow circular sway. He was absolutely a romantic and this sort of dancing lent itself to that perfectly.

He smiled a bit as Victor led him farther away from the car, stepping closer to the doctor and wrapping an arm around his neck, his free hand holding Victor’s own. It was a different sort of dance than the one Jim planned to learn for Victor, but it was intimate and romantic just the same.

He pressed close, swaying to the music with his head resting on Victor’s shoulder.

Victor let out a sigh of contentment, fingers lightly brushing up and down the back of James's neck. Sometimes it was hard to believe he hadn't even been with James for six months. Everything about being with the other man felt right.

Even if the song skipped on to something a little more upbeat, Victor would keep their swaying slow to hold onto the moment a while longer.

Jim felt pretty much the same way. At times he surprised himself when he realized he’d only known the doctor for a little over three months. Granted, they hadn’t taken very long to get serious, but still. Something about them just... clicked right away. It felt right.

“You know... I didn’t even dance that much, before I met you. Especially like this.” He could remember a couple of occasions with Bones, but that was pretty much it.

He was a little surprised to hear that. But then, James was hopelessly romantic at heart, so maybe he hadn't found someone to dance with before now. That line of thought made Victor smile.

"Dancing was sort of a social obligation for me," Victor answered. "Honestly, I was a little bored whenever I had to go. And in Storybrooke, they thought I was some lecherous creep. The only date I go was during the curse, and I'm not sure that counts."

He sighed, turning his head to nuzzle into James's hair. "It was worth it for this."

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