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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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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?"

Maybe it was the way James said that word, or the way he played with the buttons on Victor's shirt, but something made a shiver go along Victor's spine. His eyes darted from James's face to the collection of toys. He reached out a hand to rummage through the box, pulling out the collar by the attached leash.

"I'd like you to tell me why you want to wear this for me."

Jim's eyes followed Victor's hand as he sifted through the toys in the box, and he slowly licked at his lips when the doctor pulled out the leash and collar.

"Because... I want you to tell me what to do," he started in a low, languid voice, eyes trailing down Victor's torso, while his fingertips dipped playfully in the little spaces between the buttons, lightly brushing over skin.

"I can be so good, I'd do whatever you told me to. And if I'm not good," he shifted his hips just barely, sighing at the faint friction between them. "You could just yank hard, and get me to where you want me. I'd be... all yours, to do as you please. Master."

Wow. There was absolutely nothing wrong with their sex life as it was, but Victor liked when they were a little more adventurous. He'd have to think more about the frequency of this kind of adventure when he had the working brain cells. His thoughts were doing their customary act of shutting down.

He cleared his throat and concentrated on fitting the collar around James's neck. Once it was secure, Victor curled his hand around the leash, giving it an experimental tug.

"How's that? I don't want it to be too tight."

Jim wouldn't feel like they were lacking even if they didn't do this kind of thing every so often, but he had to admit that adding a little variety to their sex life was definitely thrilling. He was particularly excited by the reactions he got out of Victor each time.

He leaned forward, lips brushing against the corner of Victor's mouth while he clasped the collar around his neck. Finally he pulled back, gasping quietly when Victor tugged on the leash.

"It's perfect," he assured Victor, canting his head slightly. "Should I get my clothes out of the way now?"

He smiled a little. James wasn't the only one who loved the reactions that came from doing this sort of thing.

"Yeah, sure. Why don't you take them off in a way that shows me how eager you are for me to have my way with you?"

"That's gonna be a quick show," he chuckled. He was very eager, after all.

But if that was what Victor wanted, then he'd do just that. He started by taking off his jacket first, then tugged his tight black shirt off, having to rely on Victor to get it out of the way since he was holding the leash. Then his hands dropped to his trousers, which he quickly got rid of, then shoved down to his knees, getting them off one leg at a time. With a minor delay as he took off his boots and socks too, he was down to his underwear, a pair of tight black boxer briefs that he knew Victor would appreciate.

He figured it would be quick, but that was what he wanted. Long, drawn out strip teases were fun, but seeing James that eager made his heart race. And of course he was happy with the results. He loved those boxer briefs, as James knew.

Seeing James was done, Victor took off his own shoes and socks. “See, you obey and the reward is I take something off. Disobey...” Victor reached for the riding crop. “You get this across your ass.” And he knew James liked getting spanked; it would be a question of what he wanted more.

“Understand the rules?”

Jim took a slow breath, lips parted, sitting back down on Victor's lap. He glanced briefly at the crop, his heart rate spiking for a second, a breath catching in his throat. It was a tough choice, admittedly. As much as he loved some spanking, having Victor keep all his clothes on sounded like a peculiar kind of torture.

"I understand, Master," he nodded, pressing his lips and trying to pull a demure expression. It was pretty successful, for the record. Quietly, he waited for Victor to tell him what to do next.

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