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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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Victor felt like his body was on fire. Somehow he kept enough control to ease the vibrator in as deeply as it felt his cock was going inside James's mouth. He held position there before pulling back, keeping the feeling on both ends as even as he could. Feeling that hand on his ass had his cock twitching.

He could feel he was going to lose it. He urged his body on, thrusting forward with vibrator and cock.

Jim could feel himself getting rapidly close to losing control entirely, and he already had precious little of it. Feeling the toy inside him, vibrating against his prostate with each deep thrust, had his body tensing and trembling all over, the muffled sounds he let out louder and more breathless, audible even with Victor's cock throat-deep in his mouth.

Both his hands moved to Victor's hips, urging him to move faster, fuck his mouth in earnest. He was already dripping thick precome onto the bed, so close to his orgasm, and he just wanted Victor not to be too far behind.

Over the last six months, Victor had grown to read James's body language pretty well. And even in his daze, he could see that James was as close to an orgasm as he. Victor let go of the leash, reaching out for the other man's erection instead.

He couldn't get the three sensations in perfect sync, but Victor tried as he moved the vibrator, thrust his hips and stroked James's cock. The noises James made created some vibrating for him. He was so, so close. When he couldn't stand it anymore he came, pushing the vibrator forward one more time.

He was caught off-guard when he felt Victor's hand on his cock, particularly because it hadn't even crossed his mind that the doctor might be able to manage the presence of mind to do that too. He cried out, the sound muffled just as Victor thrust his hips and pushed his cock in deep, and all it took was a couple of loose strokes for him to come, letting out loud, breathless sounds around Victor's length. His muscles clenched tight around the vibrator, his whole body shaking in response to all the feelings overwhelming him at once, his mind soaring so high that he didn't even realize it when Victor came.

So while some of Victor's cum shot down his throat, most of it spilled onto his mouth and tongue, dripping down the corners of his lips and making a complete mess of him. Jim didn't seem to mind particularly, his mind not quite there at the moment.

Any presence of mind he had to stroke James was completely gone once his orgasm hit. He paid no attention to the mess dribbling out of James's mouth, only wanting to roll his hips a few more times so he could spend himself. Both of his hands had stilled, one wrapped around James's length and the other just barely holding the vibrator in place.

Once he was completely spent he slumped forward, his sweaty forehead resting on James's back. It took him a moment to realize he should probably shift away and let his cock fall out of James's mouth. He did with a sigh, though his hands moved to hold on instead. It felt like they were in zero gravity again and James was all that kept Victor from floating away.

Jim let out an unrestrained whimper when Victor finally slipped out of his mouth, trying to lap up as much of the mess around his reddened lips, but with only limited success. He felt soft and spent all over, though he still managed to move, sitting up groggily so he could press his lips to Victor's.

Still shivering with the vibrator turned on inside him, he reached behind himself with one hand, moaning softly as he turned it off, then slowly pulled it out, setting it aside on the bed. His heart was racing so fast he could pretty much hear it thumping away in his ears.

He'd forgotten about the vibrator. He would have forgotten about the collar if the leash didn't get in his way when he tried moving. Victor's fingers fumbled as he took it off, brushing James's throat to make sure the skin wasn't hurt too badly. Victor noted the mess on James's lip and smiled, his thumb helping brush it off.

"Was that what you were hoping for?" he asked. It seemed pretty obvious they both found it amazing, but he wanted to hear it from James.

The skin on his neck was a little reddened, as were his wrists and, most particularly, his ass, but Victor wouldn't hear him complaining about it. His knees did feel a little weak, but he managed to let his weight rest against Victor, sliding both his hands up Victor's chest and wrapping his arms around his neck.

"And more," he grinned dazedly, nipping at Victor's lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."

He wrapped his arms around James in return. He didn't care that they were sweaty and a mess. "I hope you'll never be done with me," Victor breathed. He nipped back, purring and scratching the back of James's neck. "Anything you want to do with me right now?"

Jim smiled at that, languidly running his fingers through Victor's hair. "Yeah... let's cuddle for a bit," he said. "I do want you to fuck me, but I think we're both gonna need a recovery window after that."

Victor pulled them so they could lay down on the mattress. He was glad for some cuddling. They definitely needed a recovery window, and he needed more time to finish James's gift. Some gifts would have to wait for them to be back at the Quarantine, but James liked music and poetry, and those were things Victor could make for him now.

Victor settled, closing his eyes to better arrange the words in his mind.

Jim stretched out across the mattress lazily, like a cat cuddling up next to Victor. Draping a leg and an arm over him, he nuzzled against the curve of Victor's neck, sighing contentedly. He wasn't so tired as to fall asleep right now, but it was really nice to get to rest together like this.

He did pull away briefly to reach a remote nearby, opening up the small window above them so they could have a nice view of the stars and space around them.

He hummed a tune James liked while gently combing through his hair. His eyes opened so he could take in the view. He breathed in their scents, letting James's presence settle and calm him as it always did. Victor never actually composed poetry before so he was a little nervous as he began speaking the words.

"In my world of storms and shadows, he was sunlight streaming through. When I could only see shades of grey, his bright colors seemed so new. Man of the stars, I looked for you, though I did no know your name. Somewhere in space and time you looked for me the same. There were years and worlds between us, limits we defied, to find the place where we belonged: here, by each other's side."

He couldn't think of any more to add so he left it there and waited for James to respond.

Jim didn't even realize it was meant to be a poem at first, thinking that Victor was just talking to him. After the first rhyme, though, he glanced up, slowly propping his upper body on one of his elbows so he could look at Victor's face properly.

"You just came up with that?" He asked with a wide, warm smile on his face, his eyes shining in the dark of the room. "For me?"

“Well...” Victor shrugged, a little smile playing on his lips. “I wanted to make you something for our anniversary, and you like poetry, so...” He trailed off, capture by the look in James’s eyes. “Yes, I came up with that just now. That was the gift.”

Jim could barely contain the happiness he felt, though his smile stayed much the same. His heart beat fast in his chest, and he took a deep breath, pressing his forehead against Victor's, eyes closed. "It's wonderful," he whispered, voice warm and filled with emotion.

Victor let out a soft sigh of contentment, brushing their noses together and letting his breath tease James’s mouth. “I can write it down later,” he offered, “if you want.” Obviously there would be no moving anytime soon.

"Please do," Jim murmured, kissing Victor's lips gently while he stroked his face and hair. "On some nice paper... so I can save it somewhere." He wouldn't frame it and put it on display or anything, because it was perfect and intimate and he wanted to keep it all to himself. But he did want to have that poem with him in some way.

He let out a soft noise of acknowledgment. That could wait until they were back in the Quarantine. Right now he wanted to enjoy being tangled up in James. Victor gently nudged the hand, encouraging it to keep stroking through his hair.

He happily kept brushing his fingers through the short strands, fisting and tugging lightly every so often. He leaned down and started planting soft little pecks all over Victor's face, lingering on his lips, nipping at the flesh there teasingly. His hand eventually dropped down to his neck, fingertips running along the chain around his neck, thumb rubbing against the metal pendant hanging from it.

Victor sighed, tilting his head so he could follow the path of James's mouth. His skin tingled at the man's touch and he slid his hand up to start his own path through James's hair. Victor liked this, how they could be both tender and rough. His fingers echoed James's, following the constellation's path on the pendant. Then they moved to James's wrist to trace the infinity symbol on his bracelet.

"What's your favorite piece of jewelry?" Victor wondered.

Jim's head tilted to meet the touch of those fingers in his hair, closing his eyes for a moment. He only opened them when Victor spoke up, and he hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, I love them both because they remind me of you," he started, then glanced down at the bracelet, Victor's fingers still tracing the symbol. "But... the bracelet was the one you actually got me, so that one."

His eyes flickered up to meet Victor's, and he smiled. "What about you? What's your favorite?"

"I meant more... in general," Victor said with a little smile. His fingers slid up to link around James's, squeezing his hand. "I didn't really think I was a jewelry person before you gave me the ring. Now I feel naked when I'm not wearing it, and not in a good way, so... I guess that one's my favorite."

"Oh," Jim chuckled at his own mix-up, and he shrugged. "I've never been a jewelry person before, either. Besides, Starfleet officers are discouraged from wearing any jewelry except for wedding rings. So even if I had something, I wouldn't have worn it."

He looked down at the ring on Victor's finger, thumb brushing over the stone. Finally he lifted Victor's hand and kissed the band. "I'm glad you like it. I'm very happy I got it for you."

"Me too." He had a moment of panic at the time, but now he couldn't imagine going through his day without the feel of metal around his finger.

"I imagine you'd find a way to wear that bracelet anyway," he added with an amused smile.

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