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13 March 2010 @ 03:14 pm
Trek Fic: The Time Has Come (Pike/McCoy, NC-17)  
Title: The Time Has Come (Part 4 of To Talk of Many Things)
Authors: mga1999 and skyblue_reverie
Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek Reboot (aka AOS, ST XI, etc.), Pike/McCoy
Rating: NC-17, BABY!
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: around 5500
Summary: The further correspondence of Leonard McCoy and Christopher Pike. It gets smutty this time, peeps. :O
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to anything whatsoever is purely coincidental.
Authors' Notes: From skyblue_reverie (the loud one): You knew the pr0n was inevitable, right? I mean, this is me we're talking about. I kind of had to drag mga1999 kicking and screaming, but you guys know I can never stay away from the smut for long. :p From mga1999 (the quiet one): Thanks again for all the wonderful feedback. We are having a blast writing this, well, 'cept me with the pron.

Previous Parts:
Part 1, Of Cabbages and Kings
Part 2, Of Sails and Ships and Sealing Wax
Part 3, Scrambling to the Shore





To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Dear Chris,

I just got back to the ship and already I'm missing you. Good lord, doesn't that sound pathetic. God, Chris, when I first saw you at the shuttleport, and you stood up to greet me, you could have knocked me over with a feather. You're a sneaky bastard, keeping that out of your medical file so you could surprise me! I'm happy for you, though - I hope you know how much. From here on out, you're over the worst, physically, and it should get easier and easier. I should've known you'd beat all expectations about how long it would take you to walk again. Just don't push it too much or you'll undo all my hard work.

We're about to leave spacedock, headed for the neutral zone. I've gotta admit, I'm kind of nervous. Oh, hell, I'm a lot nervous. Not so much for me, but for all these goddamn kids on the crew who are so excited and think it's going to be one big adventure. Idiots. I guess they'll learn soon enough. And, of course, I'm scared for Jim. Sometimes I think he won't be satisfied unless he goes out young in a blaze of glory like his father. I'll do my best to drag him back from the edge, like always, and just hope it's enough.

All right, that's enough of that line of thought. Much better to remember the last ten days. Good god, man, you were fantastic. If I'd known it was going to be that good, I'd have jumped you as soon as we saw each other, never mind this mature adult crap of talking things out first. I'm sorry that you weren't able to come - yet - but I'm hoping you had a good time anyway. Goddamn, Chris, the things you can do with your hands, and oh lord your mouth - sweet mother of mercy. Where on earth did you learn to do that? Never mind, I don't really want to know. I just want you to do it again. And again. I don't think I've ever come that many times within the space of a few days. And getting the chance to explore your body - well, that was just as incredible. You've got an unbelievable body, Chris, long and lean and spare. Being able to touch and kiss and lick every square inch - it's gonna haunt my memories during my time in the black. Gives me something to look forward to, which I haven't had for longer than I care to think about.

Damn it, now I'm getting all hot and bothered. I have a feeling my right hand's going to get quite a workout this tour. And don't worry, I haven't forgotten that you wanted me to tell you all about what I'm doing, and what I'm thinking about when I do it. I will, and you might regret it - I'm warning you, I can be absolutely filthy when I want to be.

But for now, I'm on duty in half an hour, so I'm gonna take care of this quickly, and I'll write to you about it later.

Take care of yourself, and good lord keep up with your p.t. and nerve regeneration sessions, because if you can take me apart this much while you're still recovering, I can't wait to see what you can do when you're back to full health. I just hope I survive.

Yours,
Len


To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Dear Len,

You are a devious man, Leonard McCoy. I got your comm right away and now all I can think about is that you are sitting in your quarters jerking off and I wish I was the one doing it. I just looked at that mood crystal you gave me, and see it's purple and holy hell, it just turned aqua so I'm assuming you've just come. I'm really glad my class isn't here yet, because I'm probably twenty shades of red and completely hot and bothered. And yes, I put the crystal in my pocket when I left the apartment at medical this morning. I figured if I kept it with me... Okay, you are turning an old man into a complete sap. But really, Len. It's probably the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me. I love being able to look at it and know how you are feeling at any given moment. Although I'm not sure I'll like it much when it's red, but at least I can know it's not me making you so angry. Hopefully.

I wish I could tell you your nerves are unwarranted heading to the neutral zone. The two month tours out there aren't fun during normal times, and now since the Narada Incident, it's become more -- well I hate to say it, a war zone if we don't have our ships strategically placed. Everyone is on edge, and pirates are taking advantage of the chaos and the limited federation protection. We've moved up production and launch on several new ships, and Starfleet hopes to have them all launched by the end of the year. Until then, we're more vulnerable than we'd like to be.

I'm going to tell you now so there is no misunderstanding later. I plan on being on one of those ships. Providing of course, I'm released medically, which everyone seems to believe will happen now. I have my eye on the Exeter which will launch in October. I've already talked it over with Admiral Barnett, and while I could tell Richard wasn't thrilled with me going back out, he really doesn't have a choice. There are a couple other admirals who will probably be doing the same until there are enough officers capable of commanding a ship. Unfortunately, there aren't any Jim Kirks in the current classes, and I doubt anyone like him will come through again. Please don't tell him I said that.

In better news, I'm going to be officially released from the hospital next week since I'm getting more ambulatory every day. I'm going to stay around the academy during the week, and go home on weekends. I know I'm not quite ready to be back in my apartment in the city full time yet, but I'm looking forward to spending the night in my own bed. And if I may be so bold, I'm looking forward to having you in that bed next time you're here. So you better stay in tip-top shape while you are up in that 'tin can' as you like to call it. You're going to need every bit of stamina you've got.

Take care of yourself. I miss you too. Can't wait to see you again.

Fair winds and following seas.

Yours,
Chris



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Pike,

I realize I told you to make my CMO happy, but I may have to draw the line. He's humming. He stood behind my chair when we were departing spacedock and he was HUMMING.

If he starts whistling, we may have a problem.

Kirk



To: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Kirk,

Just wait until I'm back 100%. He'll be doing more than whistling, and will probably be walking crooked.

Pike



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Pike,

For the record, that's waaaay more than I needed to know. Feel free to keep things like that to yourself. In fact, I insist.

Respectfully,
Kirk



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Dear Chris,

You're twenty shades of red now? I haven't even gotten started yet. I'd suggest being alone when you read my comms, unless you want to be hot and bothered in public. Which is kind of a turn-on in and of itself, actually.

All right, first to deal with the serious stuff. That's fantastic news, that you're going to get another command. Lord knows you deserve it - you're one of the finest officers Starfleet has ever produced, and you belong in charge of a starship. You know it, I know it, even the brass knows it, which is nothing short of a miracle considering how far up their asses their heads are usually shoved. But Chris - don't push yourself too hard, or too fast. You will get back out there, you will get another command, but this October? I'm just not sure you'll be ready, physically or emotionally. You and Jim are two peas in a pod, I swear. Always trying to take on too much, pushing yourselves too hard in order to help others. I consider it my job to protect both of you from yourselves. Anyway, let's not borrow trouble - who knows what'll happen in the next eight months. And when you're back to full health, I'll be first in line to celebrate your new command.

On the topic of protecting you and Jim from yourselves, this past week there was an away mission and Jim came back in bad shape. Apparently they had a run-in with some Klingons who wanted to lay claim to a dilithium-rich planet before we did. He was unconscious, and his injuries - it was bad, Chris. I got him patched up, and now he's just raring to go again. I'm not sure how I'm going to cope with five more years of this. It just isn't in me to detach emotionally from my patients, and even if it were, it's Jim. I couldn't detach from him if I tried. Yes, I realize we're more than a little co-dependent, but that's how it's always been. As you said, we need each other. Anyway, I know there's no easy solution here. I'll just muddle through the best I can. But it helps to have someone to vent to. And I hear you about the neutral zone - there's a constant edge of tension throughout the entire crew. It's like everyone is aware that hostilities could break out at any second.

God, Chris, it's going to kill me when you're out there in black, and I won't be there by your side to patch you up when you come back from away missions in shreds. And you will - don't even try to pretend otherwise. You'll have some other doctor in charge of your safety, and dammit, I don't trust anyone else to take care of you as much as I trust myself. I will be having strong words with your CMO on the topic of the proper standard of medical care for a starship captain, and for you in particular.

That crystal is interesting, isn't it? I still don't quite understand how the damn thing works. At first I didn't believe it would work - I was sure the merchant was having me on. She claimed that these crystals come from one particular region of Uxtaxia, and when they're "harvested," the workers have to wear gloves so they won't accidentally touch them. Apparently, the crystal becomes "attuned" to the first person to have contact with it, and once it's imprinted it can't ever be transferred. Then she told me some mumbo-jumbo about emotional resonance and psionic waves and I kind of tuned out, but I figured it was a pretty trinket anyway, even if it didn't work. But it does. I don't know how, but it does. I kept an eye on it after I bought it, and it always seemed to be accurate. Er, one warning - when I get particularly pissed off, it gets kind of hot. When I got that email from you saying you hadn't read my comms - well, there's a little scorch mark on my desk where it was sitting. So if it starts getting warm in your pocket, you might wanna take it out and put it on something heat-proof. I - well, I really like the fact that you're carrying it around with you. I almost feel like you're keeping an eye on me, like part of me is always with you. And if that isn't the sappiest thing you've ever heard, I'll eat my goddamned hat.

That's good news that you're feeling strong enough to spend some time in your apartment in the city. I haven't seen it yet, and I'm looking forward to visiting you there. A while ago, you promised to cook for me when I was earthside, and if that offer's still open, I'd love to take you up on it. Of course, Chris, you're going to have me in your bed when I visit. And probably on every other damn surface in that apartment as well, given what I know about you.

So that brings me to my last topic, and Chris, you might want to make sure you're in private, and alone, before you read this part.

Good lord, it was hot reading in your last letter that you'd been watching the crystal when I was jerking off. Yeah, you figured right - purple seems to be when I'm sexually aroused, and aqua when I'm sexually satisfied. I figure you'll be seeing a lot of the former, and not too much of the latter during this tour.

I promised I'd tell you what I was thinking about when I was doing that. Well, of course, I was thinking about you. I didn't have much time to construct an elaborate scenario, so I was just remembering that last time on the couch before I had to leave for the shuttleport. Do you remember? You jerked me off with your right hand and caught my come in your left. Then you had me lick it all out of your hand. Damn, Chris, the look on your face while I was lapping up my own come from your palm. Well, it was incredible. So that's what I was thinking of. And when I came, I shot into my hand and I licked it all up. Reminded me of our time together, and I figured you might appreciate that touch.

Since then, you might've noticed if you've been watching the crystal, I've jerked off quite a few more times. Generally I do in the sonic shower in the morning, and I replay one of the times from when we were together. In the evenings, after my shift is over, I have more time to really play. Mostly what I've been fixated on lately is your cock. I know you weren't able to come when we were together, but you did get hard just about every time, and damn, Chris, you've got a gorgeous cock. I have all kinds of plans for it, but for right now, I want it inside me. It's been years since I've been penetrated, and even back when I was with other guys I mostly topped, but with you... well, to be crude, I want you to fuck me, Chris. I really want it. I've been using my fingers, getting myself used to the feeling again. Goddamn, it feels good. Even better than I remembered. Next time we're in civilization, I'm going to have to make a stop and pick up some supplies. I want to try practicing with a dildo so I'll be ready for you when we're next together.

So there you go. What I've been doing, and what I've been thinking about. Now it's your turn - I want to know what you've been thinking about doing next time we're together. And since I'm completely turned on now, I'm gonna go change that crystal from purple to aqua again. I'll be imagining you shoving that gorgeous thick cock of yours into my ass.

Write as soon as you can, all right? God I miss you.

Yours,
Len



To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Len,

Jesus Christ, Len. Are you trying to kill an old man? You weren't kidding when you said you had a filthy mouth. I'll admit, that kind of surprised me, but I sure as hell am not complaining. More on that later, or I'll never write the rest of this letter if I keep thinking about that right now.

I'm sorry haven't written back quicker. Between this class, p.t., and my sessions with Dr. Rossen, I've been pretty worn out. Been sleeping a lot more than usual, which Dr. Rossen says is my body's way of coping with the stress of PTSD and the other emotions I'm dealing with. I'm fine, so stop worrying. I'm doing what I need to do to get better.

I have to admit, Len. I didn't know how happy you'd be about me having another command. I don't know why I thought you'd be opposed to or unhappy about it. I guess old habits die hard. Anytime I've been involved and signed up for another tour on a ship, it usually meant the demise of that relationship. I have to admit it felt good, really good, to know you support me on that.

As far as you not being there to patch me up, will it make you feel any better if I tell you that Philip will probably be my CMO? He's been dirtside for seven years now, while his kids finished secondary school, but now that they are all at university, and his youngest at Starfleet, he's been itching to get back on a ship. I can't think of anyone better, well, besides you, to take with me. He still needs to do a little convincing of his husband, but considering Allen spends six months a year at various starbases, I don't think it will be a problem.

I just read the report about the incident with the Klingons on Harkadia last night. I wish I had known sooner, I would have commed you. I'm sorry you had to go through several days of worry on your own, Len. I left the crystal at my apartment when I came back to the Academy on Monday. Boy, it was a long week not being able to look at that when I needed to and see how you were. I will admit though, I haven't been looking forward to finding out what color it turns when something like that happens. I suspect I'd have felt pretty helpless. I'm sorry for not doing a better job at keeping up with what's going on with you, Jim, and the ship. I just haven't been able to read every day. The days I come home from my sessions with Dr. Rossen, I barely have the energy to eat. Half the time I've been falling asleep on the couch. And before you start your lecturing, yes, I DO eat. I make sure of that. And my diet is still programmed to be heavy in protein and calcium, as you know, so I'm almost back to my normal weight.

I commed Jim after reading the report, of course he brushed it off as being no big deal. I don't understand all the medical jargon in the report, but it looked like a pretty big deal to me. He finally admitted that he might have scared the living daylights out of you, and he says that's the worst part. Whether he acts like it or not, he does feel guilty for making you worry. He has complete confidence that you'll patch him up, though. In fact he told me when he was in so much pain and losing all that blood, he just keep telling himself all he had to do was get back to the ship, back to you, and that helped him keep going. You two really are quite a pair, you know that don't you?

I also have to admit, there are times that I'm jealous. Yes, I'm admitting it, and feeling like that is new for me, because I'm really not the jealous type. And yes, I'll admit I probably believed some of those rumors that you two were more than friends. Anyone who spent any time watching the two of you would believe it. In fact the first thing Philip said to me when I told him about us was Isn't he seeing that Kirk boy?. Anyway, I wanted you to know, because I don't want to hide anything from you, even if it's not something I really want to think about.

Monday, I go for my next-to-last neuro treatment. While they assure me I'm actually doing better than they expected, I kind of thought when I was done, I'd be almost back to where I was. And while I can walk from my bed to the bathroom now, it feels like I've run a marathon. I know the p.t. is what is really going to get me moving more, but I guess I'm getting a little frustrated. And yes, I'm pushing myself hard, Len. But you can't tell me you wouldn't be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes. I promise though, I won't overdo it. I know my limits, or at least I'm learning to.

I'm going out with Philip, Richard, and their families on Admiral Archer's boat tomorrow. Should be a beautiful day for it. I only wish you were here to go with me.

Well, it's pretty late here now and I'm going to get some sleep. I'm lying in my bed and re-reading your last comm. God Len, if you make me hard this easily despite my problem, I can't imagine what it's going to be like when I'm 100%. And yes, I'm touching myself now, re-reading, while I dictate this letter. Fuck, Len, I cannot wait to be inside you. Whether I can come next time we see each other or not, I will, as you put it, shove my thick cock into your ass. God, just thinking about that is driving me crazy.

And since you want to know what else I think about, let me tell you this. After your letter, I may have gone down to the Haight district to a favorite little shop of mine. I picked out a little something. Something I plan on using. Because next time you are here, and in my bed, I'm going to fuck you, and then use the butt plug I bought to keep you nice and ready for me while I kiss you senseless, until I'm hard again, then fuck you again. And I'm going to do this over and over until neither of us can move. And then, I'm going to lick my come out of your ass, Len. Fuck, I wish I could come right now. I'm so close and it feels so good stroking myself, thinking about doing these things to you.

I look forward to your next letter. You have no idea how much I miss you, but I'm going to show you. I promise.

Yours,
Chris



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Dear Chris,

For god's sake, stop with the "old man" crap. You are in no way an old man - you're in your prime, and I bet when you're at full health you can run circles around me on the Academy's endurance course. Not that I'm willing to test this theory, because if I never have to see that goddamn thing again, it'll be too soon.

I'm happy to hear that you've been taking care of yourself - eating well and getting plenty of sleep. I'm keeping up with your med updates daily and talking to Dr. Rossen when I can, so I'm not too worried - right now. Stop taking care of yourself, though, and that'll change damn quick. I know it's frustrating that it's not going faster. But pushing harder will not make your recovery faster - it will just set you back. I know you don't want to hear that, but it's true, and you'll have to trust me on this - I actually am a doctor.

Good god, man, of course I support your getting another command! Just like I'm a doctor, you're a starship captain. It's obviously what you were born to do. If I tried to compete with that, I'd lose, and I wouldn't make you choose anyway.

I'll admit it would make me feel a lot better if Boyce was with you as your CMO. If there's anyone I'd trust to watch out for you as carefully as I would, it's him. So you damn well better convince him to go out there with you. I'll still be checking in frequently, though, to keep an eye on how you're doing.

The Klingons on Harkadia - that feels like a million years ago now. Just last week there was another away mission, and Jim - well, he lost two crewmembers. He's completely torn up over it and I don't know how to help. I've been a doctor for years, so I know what it's like to lose a patient. It's never easy, and it shouldn't be easy, but he's taking it way too hard. He's blaming himself, and it isn't his fault. Even Spock has tried to comfort him. Spock! Well, he said something about how it was illogical for Jim to blame himself, which I guess is the closest to sympathy you're going to get from that pointy-eared bastard. But nothing anyone says makes any difference, and it's goddamn frustrating. I don't like to see him like this.

On the subject of Jim... Chris, I don't know what to say that'll reassure you. I can tell you there's nothing romantic or sexual between me and Jim, and there never has been. That's the god's honest truth. But I know that jealousy isn't rational. To be honest, I'm kind of a possessive bastard myself, so I get it. I swear, though, it's you, Chris. If I have to keep writing sappy, filthy letters to prove it, then that's what I'll do. If there's something else I can do, let me know, all right?

Trust me, you do not want me with you when you go sailing. I'm liable to throw up all over you, Boyce, Barnett, and Admiral Archer as well. Which would probably not do any good for either of our careers, so all things considered it's probably better I'm not going. I hate boats only slightly less than I hate shuttles. Floating death traps, instead of flying ones. And if that hasn't put you off for life, then nothing can.

Damn, Chris, reading that you were touching yourself while reading my last comm, and then your description of what you're going to do to me next time we're together... well, I've been using that to get off the last several days and it's just making me more and more eager for it to happen. I picked up a few toys myself when we stopped to resupply and I've been using them on myself, imagining that it's you. If I come that fast when we're together, though, I'm going to embarrass myself. Might have to invest in a cock ring to make sure I don't go off like an over-excited teenager.

You're gonna lick your own come out of my ass, huh? Fuck, that's hot, but I hope you realize I'm going to give you a general anti-bacterial hypo beforehand, because I'm not having you get sick during our few days together. And I think, actually, that it might be pretty soon - we're scheduled for shore leave on Milika III in a few weeks, which I'm pretty sure coincides with spring break at the Academy. If you can get out there to meet me, let me know. The beaches are supposed to be beautiful, and I'm thinking I'll book a hotel room with a nice view because if you're with me, neither of us is actually going to make it outside.

And on that note, I guess I'll sign off for now. I'm really hoping you can make it out to Milika. Damn, just the thought of all the things you're going to do to me is driving me crazy, and if I know you (and I think I'm starting to) you've got a couple things up your sleeve that you're not telling me about so you can surprise me when we're together. Can't wait to find out what.

Yours,
Len



To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Dear Len,

Milika, huh? Interesting how I commed Richard after I got your letter and when I mentioned something about the Enterprise's shore leave lining up with our spring break, he just smiled that condescending smile of his. He also told me I should get a sub the last two days so I can arrive about the same time as the Enterprise. Even more amazing, there just happens to be a series of shuttles that will get me there about three hours after you do. I'm assuming now that he approves of our relationship. Not that it matters, but I'm not going to complain about having him in our corner.

Seasick, huh? I do have to admit I'm a little disappointed. I love being out on the water. I once sailed from Starfleet Headquarters out to the Hawaiian Islands. Used up every bit of shore leave I had coming for five years to do it, but it was worth it. There is nothing like being out on the open sea, but I guess that's the explorer in me. I planned on sailing from the east coast to England when I retire someday. Would be nice to have you along. There is nothing like making love out on the open water. Sure you can't dose yourself with something?

Now to more serious subjects. I've tried to vid comm Jim a couple of times since I got your last letter, but he hasn't responded. I left him a long message though, told him what I went through the first time I lost crewmembers, and how I learned to cope. I told him about the time I lost four shuttles heading to shore leave. I lost my first officer, and 109 other souls. It was rough; I sobbed like a baby in the refuge of my quarters. I told him all this, Len. I don't know if it will help, but let me know how he's doing.

I'll admit that I was relieved when you told me there hadn't been anything between you and Jim in the past. I should have just asked, but part of me wasn't sure I wanted to know. And in that same vein, I should tell you that early in my Starfleet days, Philip Boyce and I were involved. We were young, he joined a year after me, and we just clicked. Another reason why I wondered about you and Jim. Philip and I did make it sexual, though, for several years. It ended when I went out on a ship, and he was still in medical school. It was never really any great romance. More like a convenience, and we realized that later and became the great friends we are today. He met Allen two years after I shipped out. I came back two years later to be best man at his wedding. I'm the godfather of all four of their kids.

So there's that. If there is anything else you want to know just ask, and I'll try to do the same next time I'm feeling, well, insecure. As far as my ex-wife, we were together five years, married for four, and I was on a ship for three years of my marriage. She was a civilian, which was probably my first mistake. They never understand, but I really wanted to start a family, to have something to come home to other than a one night stand at a bar. She couldn't handle me being away for such long periods. Started seeing someone else. She's now married to him with two kids. I probably should have cared more at the time, but I think I married her for all the wrong reasons.

I'm not telling you all of this, expecting you to do the same. There just comes a point in a relationship where you pull the skeletons out of the closet, and I see those two as my biggest ones. Well, there may be a few more, but if there is anything you want to know, just ask. The last thing I want to do is screw this up over something from my past, so please, if you're curious, or feeling insecure like I was, let me know.

So yes, I'm still taking care of myself. Even more so now when I know I'll be seeing you in a few weeks. And I may be pushing myself harder than you'd like, but I promise I'm not overdoing either. It's going to be tough though, because as much as you think we won't be leaving our hotel room, I'll be damned if I'm going to be on Milika and not be able to walk on the beach with you. The sunsets there are incredible. Besides, I know some out-of-the-way private places where we can have some fun. I plan on showing you every one of them.

I'd also appreciate it if you can schedule a night where the bridge crew and some of my other former crew could get together for drinks somewhere. The comms and gifts and support I've gotten from everyone has been incredible and as much as I'd rather spend all my time with you, I feel l owe them all a drink or two. It would mean a lot to me, and other than a dinner I promised Jim, (which you are invited to also, at Jim's insistence) I'm all yours for nine days. I hope you know I'm hard just thinking about it.

And yes, I have a few more tricks, and toys up my sleeve. But honestly, the thought of just being with you, holding you... God Len, you make me happy just thinking about the simplest of things. The thought of waking up with you for nine days, sliding down, and wrapping my mouth around your long thick cock... I cannot wait to taste you again.

I'll let you know how my last regen session goes tomorrow. Although you'll probably get the report long before I write you. I have to thank you again for all the work you did designing this treatment. I wouldn't be here without you. Literally.

I'll talk to you soon. Can't wait to see you.

Yours,
Chris



Next part up... EVEN MOAR SEXYTIEMS!

 
 
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Jenjem80 on March 13th, 2010 11:30 pm (UTC)
Chanting to self: Do not need another OTP
Do not need another OTP
Dammit, its not working. I just will have to subscibe to the hotness that is Pike/McCoy.
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy enterpriseskyblue_reverie on March 13th, 2010 11:52 pm (UTC)
\o/!!!!!!!!

Yes, you need another OTP! Join the madness hotness! :DDDDD
elfsausageelfsausage on March 14th, 2010 12:32 am (UTC)
Holy shit! There's something so mind-bogglingly HOT about them WRITING this stuff to each other! Just enough detail to get all excited about, but not so much that it gets all clinical and icky the way so much fic does. You guys are absolutely my heroes!
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy academyskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 01:35 am (UTC)
Thank you, bb! Yeah, I agree, smutty letters are kind of hot, aren't they? I'm glad we got the amount of detail right. And wow, we're you're heroes? That's AWESOME! :DDDD You are our hero as well, for reading and commenting. MWAH.
The Hysterical Hystorian: Star Trek: Captain Bonesabigail89 on March 14th, 2010 12:42 am (UTC)
Oh god. Oh my god. This was the most fantastic (and hot) entry yet. I'm used to following multiple ships, but goddamn, I could really really get off on Pike/McCoy. Y'all are doing a wonderful job of defining the ship.

Well done!
Sky: [star trek aos] pike-bruceskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 01:37 am (UTC)
THANK YOU SO MUCH, BB. I'm glad you found it so hot. And please, feel free to get off on Pike/McCoy as much as you want! We certainly won't object! :D Thank you so much for saying that we're doing a good job defining the ship - that is amazingly high praise. ♥
snitches be crazy: monty python - spankingshighola on March 14th, 2010 12:45 am (UTC)
\o/
Thank you for bringing the smut, woohoo!!!! Christ on a cracker these two are hot. I am eagerly anticipating the next part.
*nudge nudge wink wink*
And LOL at Pike grossing Kirk out!
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy scruffyskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)
You are so welcome for bringing the smut! I'm a shameless smut writer. It's like, my favorite thing to write. So yes, as long as I can keep forcing mga1999 to go along with my evil plans, there will be much pr0n. :D

Hahaha yes we kind of liked the idea of Kirk having "parental squick" about the idea of Pike having sex. Glad it worked for you!

Thank you for the lovely comment!
Persephoneasimaiyat on March 14th, 2010 01:01 am (UTC)
Oh my God this is so hot! And so sweet. I find myself feeling really happy for both of them.
Sky: [star trek aos] pikeskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 01:40 am (UTC)
Aww thank you so much! I'm so glad this makes you feel happy. That makes us feel happy. And when we feel happy, Pike and McCoy get to feel happy. So really, it's just one big circle of happiness. :DDD
Duty & Devotionroseandheather on March 14th, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
*smothers you in kisses*

*adds to Delicious*

*smothers you in more kisses*

*pants like an eager puppy for more*
Sky: [star trek aos] pike retireskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 08:18 pm (UTC)
Oooh, kisses and delicious bookmarking! Both very much appreciated. *smooches back* Thank you, bb.

Don't worry, more's in progress already. We're totally addicted to this, so I don't think we could stop if we wanted to. Which we don't. ;)
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Sky: [star trek aos] pike-bruceskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you found the fic too - your comments totally make our day. :D
secretsolitairesecretsolitaire on March 14th, 2010 03:51 am (UTC)
OMG, Pike is walking! \o/

I love the trend of smutty letters, although I had to laugh when Bones insisted on an anti-bacterial hypo before any felching took place. WIN.

Continuing to enjoy!
Sky: [star trek aos] bones damaged calmskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 08:21 pm (UTC)
\o/ indeed! He's just as excited, believe me. :)

Hahaha, yes, anytime I read a felching fic with McCoy in it I'm like but, but, he's a DOCTOR! He'd insist on SOME kind of safety measure! And then I have to imagine that he gave them a hypo beforehand and the author just didn't mention it. :p Yes, I'm extremely weird.

Thanks, bb! We're continuing to enjoy writing.
Janet Lynn: karlgasm by spikefacestrickens_girl on March 14th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
Oh my. The smut and dirty talk from these two? I'll be in my bunk!
Sky: [star trek aos] karl tongueskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 08:22 pm (UTC)
Well, that's high praise indeed! Enjoy yourself. ;)
a particularly troubled Romulan: st:xispocklookingupillariy on March 14th, 2010 05:57 pm (UTC)
The letters are smoking hot. Pike isn't kidding about McCoy's language... *appreciates* Am so looking forward to the next part, what with the crystals, Pike's possible command and of course more sexytimes. ;-)
Sky: [star trek aos] karl sexyfaceskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 08:24 pm (UTC)
Haha yes, McCoy's got a dirty, dirty mind. Or wait, maybe that's me. *ponders* Hmmmm.

I hope the next part meets expectations - it's underway now. Thanks for the lovely comment, bb! :D
ellie_pierson: Nekkid Karlellie_pierson on March 14th, 2010 06:16 pm (UTC)
Great! Now I can't wait for shore leave!! These two are yummy together.

Thanks for writing and I look forward to reading more.




p.s In my own dirty mind, I imagine Len sending a pic like my icon to Chris.

Edited at 2010-03-14 06:17 pm (UTC)
Sky: [star trek aos] karl tongueskyblue_reverie on March 14th, 2010 08:26 pm (UTC)
So yummy. So, so yummy. *drifts* Er, yeah, back now, sorry.

Thank you for commenting! More should be up pretty soon.

Ooooh, niiiiiiice icon. I approve of your dirty mind. In my dirty mind, I imagine that Len looked something like the pic in my icon when he was licking his own come out of Chris's hand. ;)
amine_eyesamine_eyes on March 14th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
WOO HOO ON UPDATE!

So yeh, after that moment of weirdness, onto review!

There was definetly more sexy times in this one lol, but I love how you've kept the form of letters to each other, somehow it works better than if we were to see it :)

As always, characterisation is awesome, especially Jim's little transmission to Pike about McCoy humming away, and then the TMI face I think he pulls :P

More more more! Like the greedy fic reader I am xD
Sky: [star trek aos] jim omgskyblue_reverie on March 15th, 2010 03:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, a woo hoo for an update is NEVER weird and is always appreciated. It makes us feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Glad the sexy times worked for you, especially in the letter format (which kind of gave us some moments of head-scratching before we figured out how we wanted it to work). THANK YOU so much for saying the characterization works, because for me, at least, that's always my #1 goal and my #1 paranoia. Hahaha yes I love Jim's TMI face too (I imagine it looking like he does in this icon), and his squick at the thought of Pike having sex - kinda like thinking about your parent having sex.

More is on the way! Thank you so much for your lovely comments on each part. It really means a lot. :D
an asphyxiating miasma of hipness: to be those glasseshilsongirl on March 14th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
yay! i have been hoping for an update on this series!

absolutely brillian, I can not get enough.
Sky: [star trek aos] karl heartskyblue_reverie on March 15th, 2010 03:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! What a lovely thing to say. :DDD
...a kind of sweet metaphysical blur...: captainmccoyhitlikehammers on March 15th, 2010 02:01 am (UTC)
Umm, umm...

Umm....

You remember those cakes I said I'd bake you? I think they were cakes, but I'm not entirely sure at the moment because I think my brain's actually been verifiably fried by the sheer level of HOT involved here, but yeah - I will now bake you seven cakes. Each. And then maybe do something crazy and undignified like kiss your feet. Yeah.

Hot damn, ladies; this is just... guh. Bravo.
Sky: [star trek aos] karl D faceskyblue_reverie on March 15th, 2010 03:39 pm (UTC)
\o/!!!!!!!!!! Brain fry ACHIEVED! We're so incredibly proud. Well, at least I am. I think mga1999 is still kind of reeling in horror that I made her write smut. :p

SEVEN CAKES OMG OM NOM NOM NOM NOM x a billionty

For my seven, I'd like a yellow cake with chocolate frosting, a carrot cake, a red velvet cake, a pound cake, a lemon cake, a pineapple upside-down cake and a... oh. You were kidding? Oh. Okay. *shuffles away sadly*

:p

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Weeping Naiad: ST: Pike/McCoyweepingnaiad on March 15th, 2010 02:30 pm (UTC)
Road trip almost interfered with me finding this!

That would have been horrible because this was hot and sexy and sweet, too. I worry about Jim, but love the relationship between these two.

Really wonderful!
Sky: [star trek aos] jim bones high maintenanskyblue_reverie on March 15th, 2010 03:42 pm (UTC)
Oh noes! That would have been sad, because then we wouldn't have gotten your lovely comment! So we can all be glad you found this. ;)

I'm so glad you're continuing to enjoy this. I think Jim has snuck in to be a much larger part of this than either of us intended, but that's just Jim for you. :p So don't worry, his issues will be addressed in the next part. :)

Thank you, bb! *hugs*