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( closed ) fly me to the moon

who: Jim Kirk & Victor Frankenstein
what: romantic weekend in the stars (literally)
when: early September
where: on the shuttle, up in space
warnings: some kinky sex

The shuttle isn't exactly the most romantic of transportations, but Jim has tried his best to make it look and feel comfortable and cozy. There's no actual bed, but he has set up a large mattress on the floor in the cargo bay area, with plenty of pillows and blankets, and he's hung a few curtains from the walls so the room doesn't look as cold with all the metal and hard edges all over. There's a box with a few things they might need, though he hasn't forgotten to stock up on supplies for an emergency situation, as well as enough food rations to last them a few weeks if something does happen. He doesn't think it will, but still.

For now Jim's sitting in the pilot seat, fastened securely into place as they cross the atmosphere and start on the smooth path taking them up into space. It's not too high up above the moon, but they get a nice view of both it and the Capitol World a little farther in the distance, and Jim makes sure to take on a steadier speed before turning on the autopilot, letting Victor take in the view for a while.

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"Already?" he laughed, licking at Victor's lips in response to the nibbling while he scooted closer carefully. The food was gone by now, but he would rather not spill the wine still in their glasses. "I feel like that complaint comes up a lot."

"Well, if you don't mind me keeping mine on, I guess I can tolerate yours," Victor murmured, eyes sinking half-closed. "But we still have to play among the stars somehow."

"Oh no, please. Anything for my boo," he teased, kissing across Victor's cheek, humming softly as he scraped his teeth along the shell of his ear. "Don't worry... we're gonna play all sorts of games."

He chuckled, shivering slightly as his head tilted to follow the path of those teeth. “Mkay,” he breathed. Victor’s fingers tightened, encouraging.

Happy with the response he got, Jim kept going, his lips exploring further down Victor's neck, nipping and lapping up at the skin in small patches. Eventually, and slowly, he pulled back again, pressing his lips to Victor's in a slow kiss.

"Should I go get your present now?" Posed as an actual question because he was perfectly fine with leaving it for later, if Victor happened to be more curious about the contents of the box next to the mattress.

And James would be getting more encouraging responses from Victor: soft little moans, his fingers tightening just enough. He was ready for that kiss when it came.

Victor was very curious about that box, but he also wanted to see what else James thought up for gifts. "Yes, please."

With a smile and a last kiss, Jim got to his feet, fetching Victor's gift. It was a large nondescript black gift bag. Inside Victor would find two wrapped items: a larger one, which was a traditional doctor's bag; and since Victor loved vintage stuff as much as Jim did, the second gift was a vintage medical kit— obviously meant as collectible decorative piece.

Jim still had a last gift (because he wouldn't be himself if he didn't overdo it a little), but he waited for Victor's reaction to those first two gifts before handing the last present to him.

He thought he had some idea of what he was going to find inside the gift bag. He was very, very wrong.

"Holy shit," he breathed. "This is the coolest thing I've ever seen." Face lit up, he looked through all the items in the medical kit with a fond, nostalgic smile on his face. "It's like the one I had back in school!" He carefully put it aside so he could thank James with a kiss. "It's perfect. Thank you."

Jim couldn't help laugh at Victor's reaction, which was even cuter and more excited than he was hoping for. "Really? Well, that's a very happy coincidence." He should've guessed that Victor would've had one of these, back in his own world.

"You're welcome. But," he pulled back from the kiss, lifting a finger. "There's one last thing."

"There's even more?" His head spun a little. Being in space would've been amazing all on its own. Getting a vintage medical kit-- looking like all the pieces were in great condition-- was also amazing. How could there possibly be more?

Jim smiled sheepishly. "I may have overdone it a little bit," he confessed. He just found so many nice gift ideas that it was hard to narrow it down. Hopefully Victor wouldn't think it was too much.

He pulled a smaller box from his pocket. This one wasn't wrapped, and by the dark velvet Victor could likely tell it was another piece of jewellery. Slightly different this time, though— it was a pair of copper pendants, the design of a constellation that was completed when the two were put together side by side, and on the back of each pendant, a small "J" and "V" were engraved.

Victor let out a weak little breath. And almost couldn't find his breath again when he saw the last gift. Victor was always thinking and saying out loud that they fit. Now James got a gift that embodied that feeling. Victor's lungs remembered how to work after a moment.

"It's--" He struggled for the right words. "Beautiful." He ran the chain through his fingers, lifting so he could help clip it around James's neck. "Help me put mine on?" He didn't really need he help; he just felt like that was the right way to respond to this.

Jim scooted closer as Victor put the chain around his neck, his fingers reaching for the pendant, thumb stroking over the small "V" engraved on the back. He nodded and promptly picked up the other chain, leaning in close and putting the other necklace around Victor's neck.

He cupped Victor's face with both hands, kissing him slowly, one of his hands dropping down so his fingers brushed over the pendant Victor was now wearing. "I worried it might be too much," he said with a small smile. "But I did get you a ring already, so I figured— what the hell, right?"

Every day with James, he understood a little more how love could be so powerful. It shook him a little how much he loved this man.

"I don't... I don't know if I can ever say or do enough to show you how much you mean to me, James," he said at last. " 'I love you' isn't enough, but it's all I can think of right now."

"Don't say that. You show me every day how you feel about me," he tugged on Victor's shirt, pursing his lips and shrugging playfully. "Although... I won't say no if you ever feel like showering me with awesome romantic gifts."

“I always feel like showering you with gifts,” Victor answered, echoing the shrug. “I like making things for you. I actually thought of something I can make you while we’re up here. But first, when do I find out what’s in the box?”

"Tease!" He gasped accusingly, adding a playful shove as he grinned. "You're just gonna leave me hanging, aren't you? Unbelievable."

Helping put Victor's gifts back into the bag, he slowly got to his feet. "Move to the bed. I'll just take care of the dishes and be right there."

Victor chuckled, obediently moving to the bed. He watched James move around cleaning up, all the while constructing a gift in his mind. He knew what he was thinking was exactly the sort of thing that would appeal to the romantic sap in James.

He cleaned up their plates and tossed anything else in the shuttle's recycler, taking the bottle of wine and both glasses with him, setting them down closer to the bed (though not right next to it, to avoid making a mess). Then he crawled onto the mattress, slinging a leg over Victor's own and straddling his lap. "Alright, doctor... are you ready to open the box?"

He loved having James on his lap. The moment James settled, Victor had an arm around him to keep the other man in place. His other hand was reaching for the mystery box. He'd been interested in its contents all night. As an answer to the question, he opened it.

Jim's lips twitched as he watched Victor open the box. He'd find a variety of items inside, a few of them doubtlessly familiar to him by now— such as the rope Jim had once used on him, the powders Victor had created, and the various lubes they had tried before. But there were other things too: leather cuffs, blindfolds, gags, a collar and leash, a couple of vibrators and cock rings, a paddle and a riding crop, even a set of anal beads and nipple clamps... among various other things. Honestly, anything Victor could think of, Jim evidently thought of it first, and then some.

"Doubt we'll ever get bored up here," he said, an eyebrow raising suggestively.

He figured it would be a box of sex toys, but he wasn't really sure which ones James would pick. Some of them had been used before but others were newer. Victor couldn't help wondering just how many of these were purchased during that kink festival and James had just been saving them.

"Um. No. I guess not," Victor agreed. "How, um... how do you decide which one of us gets this used on us?"

He watched Victor's reaction with particular interest, lips quirking in amusement as he peeked into the box. "Well... we could flip a coin, if you want, or take turns. Or... you tell me what you want, and... I'll do it," he bit at his lower lip, winking at Victor as he tugged at his shirt. "Anything you want."

"Um..." Victor cleared his throat and tried again. "I don't have to call you 'master' or anything, do I? Because being called 'master' is sort of my thing. Kind of. So if you wanted to call me that, it'd be all right." He knew he was rambling, but he was nervous and excited, and those two things tended to make him ramble.

Jim watched Victor in silence, eyes glinting in excitement and curiosity. His smile stretched a hint wider when Victor spoke, and he tipped his head down in a very faint nod. "Alright... master," he purred the word, fingers teasing over the buttons of Victor's shirt. "What would you like me to do next?"

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