#anotherdayinthefleet

[irascibledoctor-a]

When he says your grumpiness is cute.  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[daretheuniverse]

"Did-- did you ever feel like you're not cut out for your job?"

Chris allows the question to break over him without changing his posture or expression of intense concentration as he hovers over their chess match. He already knew he was going to move his rook to try to force a move out of Jim’s queen and make the young Captain reconsider the play with his bishops, but that wasn’t the point. Just like his first immediate answer, why yes, of course, who in Command hasn’t? wasn’t the point in Jim’s asking. Not really. The hesitance in the boy’s asking, the edge of nervousness when he managed to blurt it out, spoke of other questions. Normal questions. Human questions. Am I doing well? Am I doing as well as I think I am? Am I making the right decisions? Etc.

Chris moves the rook, straightening his back and settling back into his wheelchair, eyes dragging across the board and up to see if Jim is still waiting for eye contact. “You mean the job where I was singly responsible for the futures of hundreds, if not hundreds of thousands of futures? Yeah.” He cuts the syllable short with a sharp nod, allowing a little of the weariness of leadership with show under his humor. “Of course I did, no one in that position should feel cut out for it. We have words for people who feel they are. Tyrant. Despot. Dictator.”

[irascibledoctor]

In the next room

@anotherdayinthefleet  x.

“Mhhm. The pic I sent you? Just a few seconds before I came all over my stomach.” he says, then gives his cock a light squeeze through his pants. “Gotta admit that I sent it a little later, ‘cause I was busy with wiping  the come from my stomach and licking my fingers clean.” with a  smirk, he takes his hand away from the other, then tugging him along to push him onto his bed. For a moment he just stands at the end of the bed, eyes roaming over the still clothed, but hot body. “Well, I hope you make it til I am done with you.” with quick fingers, he opens the button of his pants, tugging them off him, then he crawls on top of Bones, hovering over his crotch but not sitting down, his hands slipping under the others shirt, just resting on his stomach. “I mean, I do know CPR, but I would rather not, you know?” one hand wanders up, thumb and pointer finger pinching one of his nipples, his other gently stroking over his stomach. “Been thinking about this the whole time I stroked myself. About how I was gonna take you apart, what I will do to you.” he gives Bones a small smile, then pushes his shirt up a little and lowers his head to his stomach, kissing the skin first, then gently biting it. “Got a few plans, Bones. Gonna let me do all of my plans?” he’s licking his stomach, then lets his breath ghost over his salvia. For now, he is going to neglect his lovers cock, because really, it’s much more fun this way.

There was something to be said about a divorced man listening to the words coming out of Kirk’s mouth. It wasn’t like Bones hadn’t been with anyone since he and Jocelyn had cut ties but his rendezvouses beneath the covers had been pretty sparse. A mix of his rough personality and personal bitterness towards relationships now only added onto how busy he kept himself as a workaholic. In short, Leonard’s attention was entirely on every aspect of the captain. McCoy let out a sharp breath as he was pushed back onto Jim’s bed. Softs breaths parted the doctor's lips as he watched the blond make quick work of his pants. He didn’t dare speak, not wanting to interrupt any of the filth rolling off Jim’s tongue. McCoy, a man who was usually so keen to let anybody and everybody know just what he was feeling, was silent. However, the doctor let out a low moan, his hips arching up eagerly. Yet Jim didn’t meet his. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jim’s words alone had McCoy’s pupils blown wide and his breathing becoming audible with excitement. He wanted to grab the man’s hips. Hold him close. Grind up into him. Yet, Jim had ‘plans’ for him so he somehow refrained from doing so. The thought though had Leonard’s hand sliding down his side slowly before he could palm his own cock over his dark boxer-briefs. “Well shit. Darlin’ there ain’t much I wouldn’t let you do to me right now,” he groaned, free hand slipping into blond hair while his stomach muscle twitched at the nips, kisses and hot breath.

[irascibledoctor-a]

anotherdayinthefleet 

He shakes his head when he puts his PADD away and walks over to the door, casually leaning against the wall before he opens the door. When he does, Bones is greeted by a bare chest. He did say he only put on pants. If one can count boxershort as such. “Hey there, grumpy.” he says with a smirk.

McCoy wasn’t going to give Jim enough time to say something stupid---well stupider than ‘hey there, grumpy’---or enough time for he himself to lose his nerve and/or get pissed off. Jim set him on edge in so many ways. Bones rolled his eyes when Jim spoke and just groaned, “Shut up already” before cupping the sides of the man’s face and tugging him in for a kiss to insure he stayed quiet for at least a few seconds.

[pointyxearedbastard-a]

@anotherdayinthefleet / serial killer au . 

hand on the doorknob , a sigh leaves his lips . ❝ oh , jim -- . ❞ spock holds a   firm stare on him , shoulders dragging from both disappointment and the gravity of it all . sloping in the same way his mouth does . it was really an  unfortunate thing . he’d really liked him , too .   chasing with a hopeful flutter in his chest , week after week , at the end of each evening together , for whatever they had , to become just      a little bit more . and it shows in the look on his face , stepping forward ,     coming closer , ❝ you should have stayed in the living room like i asked you to. ❞  as he shuts the door behind him .     locking it .  ❝ what are we going to do with you? ❞ 

[pointyxearedbastard-a]

❝ NO. ❞ @anotherdayinthefleet

[pointyxearedbastard-a]

fingers trembling, the vulcan’s shoulders wane in his dying breath. he hadn’t meant to do it, not so forcefully. not so angrily. the remnants of his soup, slick all over the floor and the wall. and the silence then, is deafening; Spock, turned away in what looks like shame, ❝ leave. ❞

@anotherdayinthefleet

[pointyxearedbastard-a]

without him | @anotherdayinthefleet

A SUDDEN DEATH, is an unexpected death. it should be obvious in its description. a logical one. nothing prepares you for it. no amount of knowledge or extensive care. it didn’t matter. not what details they put in. the amount of reassurance – - an accident to occur in this environment is approximately three percent, doctor. or how much they told him it would be alright.  it is unanticipated, just as its feeling. something like pins and needles, piercing and biting and tearing at his skin until what’s left is only FIRE. not hot, but cold. a dry ice, stretching across his chest, filing his lungs, like billowing smoke. it’s suffocating him. though, it’s not what eats him. what acts to slow down the vulcan’s cells, shuffling his feet like the dead - –                      he’s dead. he’s gone. he’s dead. stilling muscle, stalling his feet. no, it’s kirk. eyes like glass when they look at him. those blue eyes, blue like earth’s skies. wet with tears and false hope. wide and wishing, as if by daring to emerge ( alone ) from what lay behind him, from death - – he’s dead, jim - – Spock was telling him it was okay. that the truth won’t tear them apart, splitting them; heart, mind, and soul. but he isn’t. he’s said nothing at all. because kirk already knows. they both do.  and it shakes from Spock, a frigid breath. frozen. he hasn’t moved since then, since HIM, he realizes. maybe he can’t, only vaguely aware of someone calling his name. over and over and over. what do they want? his vision, muddied by a blur of gold and blue. blue like earth’s skies. he blinks – - there’s fingers digging into his shoulders. deep. desperate. they are desperate. until finally, 

❝ jim… ❞