Title: These Boots Were Made for Walkin' (But That's Not All They'll Do)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 1,565
Warnings: PWP slash porn - wooo!, unbetaed like whoa
Summary: Jim got groped by an alien princess on a planet reminiscent of the wild west. Begin scene.

Author's Note: Started as comment fic for team_jones because of this GIF of Chris (erm…I wouldn't look at that at work - although if you're at work, you shouldn't be reading this fic, either) and this pic of Karl, then I more than doubled it. If this were kept in a box it would say "Now with 150% more porn!" I haven't actually written flat out porn since last April. What's up with that?

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Jim's barely in the room before Bones is on him, bodily pressing him back into the door with a look in his eye that made a squeaking sound escape Jim's mouth. Not that he'd admit it to anyone - starship captains do not squeak! If there were ever a circumstance where he might squeak, though, it would Bones prowling toward him all pissed off and possessive looking, walking in an arousingly confident strut guided by his hips as he had been before trapping Jim in a kiss that bumped their noses and had their teeth cracking together as they fought for control, and when Jim ceded, it was because he wanted to see where Bones was going with this.

"Gonna need to start writing my name on your forehead next time we deal with a new civilization," Bones is drawling low in his throat and it makes Jim shiver, Bones knows it does. They're both still in costume (except for the hats; Jim really hates hats and ditched it first chance he got, and he suspects the black sticking out of the resequencer in the wall might be Bones'), looking like American cowboys as somehow the people of Aestros V developed the same fashion sense, and as much as Jim had mocked the vest Bones had been given, all he'd been able to focus on the entire time planet-side was how much it had accentuated Bones' shoulders.

"I'm supposed to be respected as a leader," Jim manages to gasp out despite Bones unbuttoning Jim's shirt one-handed and following the exposed skin with his mouth, the softness of his lips and tongue contrasting the rough/sharp of stubble. "Hard to maintain that image when I'm being publicly groped."

"You didn't seem to be minding it at the time," Bones says against Jim's stomach before pulling away. Jim feels Bones start working on his pants, and he wants to look but he's already so keyed up because the damn pants were so tight that every step felt like foreplay and he doesn't want to come in his pants, which he probably would, at the sight of Bones kneeling in front of him.

"I didn't want to insult their culture. We're supposed to blend in, remember? For all I knew, that was their handshake." He really had at first until he noticed that no one else was getting felt up. Surprising to many, Jim's sure, but he really doesn't like being objectified. His pants being tugged down, the material brushing against his cock before the cool air of the room hits heated flesh, makes Jim groan loudly.

He can practically hear the eyebrow Bones is arching at him. "You've been half-hard all day, haven't you, Jim?" Bones stands, pulling back, and Jim whines at the distance. "See I was gonna suck you first, but you're not going to last very long, are you, Jim?" Bones starts to unbutton the vest, and Jim reaches out to help by starting on Bones' pants only to get his hands batted away. He motions to Jim's pants, bunched at his knees. "You finish getting undressed and then go wait for me on the bed."

Jim lets out an unsteady breath, nodding. He likes it when Bones gets all bossy and vocal during sex, and his orders give Jim something to focus on other than how hard he is. Jim steps out of the boots then finagles the pants off, lying down on his back on the bed since he doesn't trust himself to not grind into the mattress while he waits for Bones, who he can hear rummaging in the bathroom.

"Oh, and Jim?" Bones' voice carries into the bedroom.

"Yeah, Bones?" Jim responds, and he thinks he at least doesn't sound completely undone. Yet.

"Leave the boots on."

Jim eyes the boots on the floor, shrugging and thinking why the hell not? as he sits up on the bed to pull them back on. The way they cramp his toes helps take the edge off his arousal, at least, and when Jim lies back down, he doesn't feel like he's going to come at the slightest touch.

Bones exits the bathroom in his underwear holding lube, a pleased smile spreading across his face when he sees Jim lying on the bed in just the leather boots, Jim's cock twitching against his stomach. Bones grabs Jim's boots at the ankle, pulling Jim's legs further apart so he can sit between them.

"Should've known this was because of your thing for my legs," Jim says with a smirk when Bones starts massaging his calf muscles before bending his head down to lick the defined muscle of the left then the right. He can't help but laugh when Bones' tongue reaches the back of his knee, Jim's always been ticklish there, and he's so distracted that he doesn't notice what Bones' other hand is doing until there's slick fingers pushing inside of him, Jim's laugh morphing into a keening moan.

"Because there isn't any part of my body you're strangely obsessed with." Bones is thrusting two fingers, then three, causing Jim to arch his hips off the bed.

"Can't think of anything," he teases through clenched teeth, yelping when Bones curls his fingers so they brush against Jim's prostate and then cries out at the empty feeling when they're fully removed.

"Guess I'll just have to keep myself busy until you do," Bones says, his eyes and tone playful and, fuck, Jim loves it when he's like this. Bones knows how Jim feels about his hands, strong and steady with long, agile fingers - hands that Bones is currently using to remove his boxers, tossing them to the floor before reaching down to stroke himself.

Jim's not planning on giving in, not really, until Bones lets out that little grunting sound that Jim loves to draw out of him, and Jim's launching himself at Bones, pulling Bones' hands to his mouth to run his tongue between Bones' fingers before sucking each one into his mouth. He does this while kneeling across Bones' hips, lying Bones flat on his back before reaching for Bones' cock and guiding it into him.

"Cowgirl, Jim? Really?" Bones asks with an arched eyebrow, and Jim knows he could write pages about the parts of Bones he's obsessed with as he leans forward to kiss it.

"Cowboy, Bones." He reaches down to tug once at his own cock. Jim rides Bones slowly, running his hands up and down Bones' sides, ghosting over his ribs. He can feel Bones' hands on his hips, trying to get him moving faster, harder, but Jim feels like toying with Bones. "I thought you'd know the difference, being a doctor and all."

"Think you need to stop running your pretty mouth off." Bones is thrusting his hips up as much as Jim will let him, eyes dark with lust and his hair's getting mussy from rubbing against the bed.

Jim runs his fingers through Bones' hair, messing it up further while he kisses Bones, his tongue mimicking the speed Jim knows Bones wants their hips to be moving at right now. Jim breaks the kiss but his mouth is still against Bones' face when he says in a singsong voice, "Why don't you make me?"

Jim can feel Bones' growl down to his cock when Bones folds his body in half against Jim's, pressing their chests together and using the leverage of Jim falling backwards to get on his knees above Jim, setting a pace that feels to Jim like Bones is trying to pound him through the mattress. It leaves him gasping and stuttering, fingers twisting in the bedsheets as he crosses his ankles against Bones' back, letting out a breathy laugh when he realizes that the heels of the boots are digging into Bones' back, spurring him on.

"Fuck, Bones!" Jim cries out when Bones starts jerking him off, twisting his wrist at the head just how Jim likes it.

"So damn gorgeous like this, Jim." Bones' accent is thick and heavy like maple syrup, now, and Jim knows that he's not going to last much longer with the sensory overload Bones is putting him through. "You should see how you look, taking my cock-"

Jim comes chanting "Bones" over and over again until Bones is kissing him silent, swallowing Jim's cries. Bones takes the hand that had been stroking Jim, placing it on the side of his face, thumb tracing over Jim's lips, and it's when Jim's tongue darts out to taste himself on the digit that Bones comes grunting "Fuck, god, Jim" before they both collapse limply against the bed.

"Maybe I should let alien princesses feel me up more often," Jim says with a wide smile.

Bones chuckles in response. "Then I really will be writing my name on your forehead before each away mission."

Jim shimmies over on the mattress so he can throw an arm and a leg across Bones' shoulders and thighs, trying to use his superior tactical knowledge to plan ways to incite Bones being jealous more often without actually pissing him off.

Bones clears his throat, breaking Jim's thoughts. "You can take the boots off now, Jim."

Jim smacks Bones' ass lightly before doing just that. No way is he planning on sticking them in the resequencer, though.

If anything, Jim's thinking of having them gilded.