wook77 | Fic: All Tied Up (Kirk/McCoy Rated: NC-17)

Title: All Tied Up
Author:

wook77
Fandom: Star Trek XI: Reboot
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Kinks: Sensory deprivation, bondage, gagging
Wordcount: ~1900
Summary: After negotiations with a peaceful people, Kirk finds himself bound, gagged, blindfolded and fucked.
Author's Notes: PWP. Written for the ST:XI kink meme request of "sensory deprivation" and also for my Kink Bingo kink of "sensory deprivation". (awesome how that works out, isn't it?)

The room is dark when Jim opens his eyes. His eyelids feel so heavy and then he realizes that the reason for both (the dark and the heavy) is that there's something over his eyes, some sort of blindfold. Whatever it is, it needs to go. The only problem is that his hands don't budge when he try to move.

Fear starts to move, though, tries to slip in deep and fast, when he tries to remember where he was the night before that he would've ended up in this position. He'd had dinner with the emissaries from Antos IV and then… then he'd beamed back to the ship, hadn't he? The wine with dinner had been so potent that his memory blurs around the edges at about the time the fourth course of eleven had arrived at the table. But he'd stopped drinking, hadn't he? And the negotiations had gone well, hadn't they?

He's so unsure, though, that anything could've happened. At least Bones and Spock will come looking for him. Eventually. He'll just hang on until they get here and rescue his sorry ass from whatever has happened. In the meantime, he tries to figure out how to get out of this situation by himself.

First things first. He tries to determine what he's lying on. It's soft enough to be a mattress. He can feel soft against his bare ass. His bare ass? He's naked.

He's naked and tied up and blindfolded and he has no clue where he is. All in all, it sounds like he's completely screwed. He gives a laugh because, honestly? This is the sort of shit that only ever happens to him. Bones is going to roll with laughter as soon as he finds out. Spock is going to raise an eyebrow and give him that stupid half-smile that's arrogant, condescending, and amused all at the same time.

The touch on the side of his face stills and silences him. He hadn't heard anyone else in the room and now the other is totally and completely aware that he's awake and cognizant. The touch slides down the side of his face, tracing along his jawline before skimming his neck, his collarbone, up his arm and then entwines with his bound fingers. He doesn't fight the touch. Instead, he tries to catalog it, determine if the person touching him is human or alien, if they're male or female, how big they are, everything Starfleet has taught him to do in a kidnapping scenario.

Large hands, calluses across the pads, long fingers. Fingers that gently disengage from his hands and then drift back up his arm and then down his side before drifting across his hips, pausing briefly at the indent, and then up his chest to tweak his nipples. From there, those hands trace further up his body until they're around his neck and squeezing lightly.

He doesn't panic though his breathing increases. He tries to gather as much as oxygen as possible before the strangulation happens so he can have just that much extra time to attempt to get free. But the strangulation never comes, there's just a hint of pressure on his trachea before it releases and his captor chuckles.

Wait.

He knows that chuckle. He's been hearing it for years. He's heard that ironic and sarcastic chuckle more than his own mother's laughter. It's burned into his brain so much that he can hear it anytime he does something stupid or charming or witty.

"Bones," Jim murmurs as those hands release his throat and glide back down his body. Bones doesn't answer except to pause slightly before continuing to skim lower, down his belly and his hips, avoiding his cock, and then down his legs. "Bones? That you?"

The chuckle comes again, this time darker and wrong. Maybe this isn't Bones touching him. Maybe it's someone else. He starts to struggle against the bonds, this time, twisting his hands to try to free his wrists. Whatever is securing them, though, is like a silken snake, curling around his wrists fluidly as he attempts to find a weakness. The chuckle sounds once more, this time derisive and insulting as those hands wander back up his body to entwine with his fingers once more.

He can feel the other moving across his body, lying on top of him as he leans his face close so that breath puffs across Jim's cheek. He senses the kiss coming and turns his lips away so that the dry lips touch his cheek instead. The lips are full, he notice as he tries to ignore the way that those hands disengage to skim over sis body once more. The lips kiss across his turned face until they suck his earlobe in between them, teeth coming down sharply and just the way that he like it.

"Do you know who I am?" he ask as he starts to fight off the body, bucking his hips and trying to maneuver his legs so they can get under the body and push it off of him.

"Know you better than you know yourself," is the response and he abruptly stops struggling. It's Bones. It's got to be.

"Bones, take off the blindfold, I want to see you," he says as he arches into the touch this time instead of fighting it. He turns his head and seeks out those lips, wanting the kiss he'd just denied.

"No," Bones says as he pulls back and then there's something in his mouth so he can't say another word. It tastes funny and absorbs his attention long enough that the hand on his cock comes as a surprise. The grip's firm and sure, not quite what he's used to from Bones. Bones has a gentler grip; one that turns Jim on but sometimes isn't quite as hard as he craves. The angle of the hand is off, too, the torque of the wrist is wrong for Bones in this position (which they're in far too often as Jim loves to fuck face to face, Bones pulling him off while sinking into him). It's enjoyable, all the same. He fucks that hand, arching into the tug and pull. "Want to fuck you."

Jim nods enthusiastically. The hands disappear from his body and he's left, alone in the dark, once more as Bones disappears from his senses completely. Except…except that's totally his cologne lingering in the air. When Bones doesn't come back right away, Jim starts searching for him with his legs, swinging them from side to side, trying to locate anything out there at all. Somehow, he manages to flip himself over without tightening the bindings around his wrists too painfully tight and that's when hands grab his ass and spread his cheeks. Cold dribbles between them, along his crack, as he pushes into Bones's hands. Bones isn't gentle as he shifts his grip and then thrusts two fingers in without warning. They're only in there an instant when Bones slides a third inside. It's tight, too tight, and Jim moans at the rough treatment.

"That's it, there's my Jim," Bones says as he fingerfucks Jim, holding his ass so he can't fuck back into them. He's forced to just take it and his cock hardens even more as Bones takes further control.

He wants to say things like "Jesus, Bones" or "more" or "faster" or a thousand and one other things, but he can't because the taste of rubber is still on his tongue, holding his lips open but stilling his tongue with a heavy weight. Add in the way that Bones is just fucking him hard and Jim's ability to actually speak would've been subpar regardless. So it's probably a good thing that Bones shoved whatever it is into his mouth.

Thoughts disappear at the same time that Bones's fingers do. They don't come back as Bones's cock slides in, all in one go. He's not at all prepared for it and it hurts, no matter how much lube Bones has on his cock. Jim moans again. Bones slides a hand up the back of Jim's skull and then tugs his head backwards, making his neck arch uncomfortably far. The lips on his ear start to make the angle worth it but then teeth nip his earlobe and Jim arches further to get Bones a better angle.

Bones slides out and then thrusts back in, hard and fast. Another hard and fast thrust and this one hits just right, making Jim cry out as his cock pulses. The rhythm speeds up and then slows down and then starts right back up again in no discernable pattern. Jim's left with just feeling the way that Bones fucks him. It's all he can do to hold his balance as Bones is still pulling on his hair and his hands are scrabbling for something to brace himself against. Bones's hand on his hip helps but not by much as Bones is using it to pump him forward and back rather than steadying him.

One particularly violent thrust sends him over the edge, his orgasm racing through him with little warning. He'd been so fixated on feeling the way that Bones was fucking him that he hadn't concentrated on himself and the way that his balls had tightened or the way that his cock had throbbed because Bones had taken command over every one of his other senses.

He collapses after his orgasm, hair ripping out of Bones's grip as his face falls to his arms. Bones merely shifts his grip so that both of his hands holds both of Jim's hips and forcefully rocks him into the erratic thrusts that abruptly cease as Bones pulls out of Jim and then comes on Jim's ass and back, marking him.

"Lights, thirty percent," Bones says and then, using more gentleness than he'd used the entire encounter, he flips Jim over and removes the gag and then the blindfold. He unties Jim's hands and rubs at the wrist and fingers, encouraging blood to flood into them, making them tingle. "You all right?"

"God, yes," Jim moans and arches, feline grace present as he rolls his spine and shoulders. "Fucked silly but all right."

"I should take a look. I was a bit rough there." Bones starts to roll him over but Jim merely pulls him down, conveniently right into the wet spot he's just vacated.

"I'm fine."

"Jim, you'd say you were fine even if you were missing an arm if it meant that you'd avoid medbay."

"Seriously, I'm good. You're messing with my bliss."

"I wouldn't want any sort of medical attention to interfere with your bliss. That wouldn't be at all appropriate." Sarcasm drips from every word but Jim ignores the sarcasm, patting Bones on the shoulder.

"Now you've got it."

"At least let me clean us up. We're lying in filth."

"Naw, just you. It's dry over here."

"You're an asshole."

"Yup."

They slide into silence, Jim holding on to Bones as Bones wraps himself around Jim's side, head over Jim's heart. In another few minutes, though, Bones interrupts it and asks, "You sure you're all right?"

"I'm better than all right. Promise."

"Still checking you out in the morning."

"You're just bitter that you're in the wet spot."

"Damned straight."

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