Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek Reboot (aka AOS, ST XI, etc.), Pike/McCoy
Word Count: around 3000
Summary: Sexytiems in the bath! \o/ Pretty much PWP, no redeeming value whatsoever. Unless you're like me, and think porn is its own redeeming value. :D
A/N: Another "realtime" (a.k.a. third person narrative) piece. This fits between 28 and 29, which we'll post in a few days.
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Leonard could feel the last of the tension slipping out of his shoulders as the hot water gently lapped at them. He leaned his head back against the rim of the tub -- not the most comfortable position, but right now it felt like heaven. He supposed it wasn't considered macho or manly to enjoy a long, hot bath, but at the moment he didn't give a good goddamn about that. Well, he never gave a goddamn what other people thought, but especially not right now. He needed this. He deserved it. And he didn't get to indulge that often, so he was damn well going to enjoy it while he could.
He drifted for a while, eyes closed, trying not to dwell on anything serious. There'd be time enough for worry later. Right now was just for relaxing. The door opened, the soft squeak of the hinges announcing his visitor. A gust of cool air from the hallway felt refreshing in the steam-heavy room, and Chris's voice slid into the atmosphere without causing a ripple.
"Mind if I join you?"
Leonard opened his eyes lazily, took in the sight of Chris, barefoot but still in jeans and a t-shirt, standing in the open doorway with his head cocked questioningly to one side.
"Not at all, darlin', but I think you're a mite overdressed." He let his drawl flow like honey. It was easy to slip back into it, in this place where he'd grown up. Chris's gaze heated just a bit in appreciation, but he said nothing, just stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, and pulled the t-shirt over his head.
He watched Chris's muscles move under his skin as he removed his clothing. Wondered if he'd ever get tired of this. Didn't think it was possible. Chris was a work of art -- all long lean lines and graceful, efficient movement, nothing wasted, nothing extraneous. And if his skin wasn't quite as taut as it had been in earlier years, and if there were some gray hairs dusted in with the light brown on his chest, well, it just made him even more attractive, and Len would have strong words with anyone who disagreed, even Chris himself.
He expected Chris to climb into the opposite side of the big clawfoot tub, facing him, so it was a surprise when instead Chris stepped toward where he was leaning against the back of the tub and said "Scoot forward, honey."
His cock twitched at the endearment -- it was ridiculous the way his body responded to every little thing Chris said and did. He was already halfway aroused from watching Chris undress, and as Chris climbed into the tub behind him, he was rapidly getting harder. Chris settled in, wiggling a little, his own half-hard cock rubbing against Len's ass as he got himself into a comfortable position. The water level in the tub rose alarmingly, and Len couldn't find it in himself to even care. At this point, it was pretty obvious that they were going to be getting active enough in this tub to flood the entire bathroom, and Len couldn't even work up a decent gripe about it. All he felt was anticipation. He shook his head at himself.
"Something wrong?" Chris asked quietly, misinterpreting the gesture.
The no, nothing rose automatically to his lips, but he bit it back, knowing it wasn't a fully honest answer. So instead, he gathered up his courage and asked the question that had been on his mind. "Do you regret asking me?"
The sudden stillness behind him told him that Chris hadn't expected that. In typical Chris style, he didn't answer, instead parrying the question with one of his own. "Do you regret saying yes?"
Len sighed. Sometimes it was frustrating, the way Chris could so effortlessly control their verbal interactions when he wanted to. Chris was a master tactician and had the blood of a diplomat in his veins. Len... was not, and did not. He could go with the childish "I asked you first," but he knew that would cut no ice with Chris. If Chris was going to insist that Len be the first to bare his soul, and it looked like he was, then he might as well give in gracefully. Damn it.
The tension was back in his shoulders, the knots re-forming even in the heat of the water. Still, no choice now but to see this through.
"I don't regret it," he said finally, and he could feel Chris relax just a bit behind him. "All the same, we've got a lot to work out. It's not gonna be easy. And neither of us is particularly easygoing by nature. I'm just worried, is all. I don't want to ruin things by trying to go to fast, and if you're not ready yet, Chris... I don't want you to marry me out of some sense of obligation, or even worse, because the press has been harping on our relationship. So now it's your turn. Do you regret asking me?"
He tensed, not sure he wanted to hear the answer, but knowing that he needed to. The silence stretched out like a thread, tighter and tighter, and just as he was sure something was about to snap, Chris spoke.
"No, I don't regret it." Len sensed a "but" coming. "But... well, it was a spur of the moment decision. I don't do things that way, Len. Ever. So it's taking me some time to wrap my head around it. And you're right, we have a lot to work out, and normally, I would've given those issues a lot more thought before I proposed. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm out of my comfort zone, and it's making me edgy. But I know that I want to marry you, Len. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. All right?"
"Yeah, all right," Len agreed, leaning back into Chris's welcoming arms. They'd need to discuss those issues eventually, but right now, it was enough to know that Chris didn't think proposing had been a mistake. Time enough to hammer out the rest later.
He let his head fall back onto Chris's shoulder, enjoying the way Chris's appreciative hum vibrated through his own chest. He let his eyes drift shut again, focusing on the feel of Chris's fingertips as they traversed his body. The movements started out soft, exploratory, but quickly increased in purpose and intensity.
Chris was in a ruthless mood, it seemed, thumbing his nipples roughly again and again until Len was bucking and moaning in his arms, sending waves of water sloshing over the rim of the tub. The feel of the water sliding past his achingly hard cock only increased his tension -- the sensation wasn't enough; he needed more contact, contact that Chris wasn't giving him. He knew better than to try to touch himself, though -- Chris would bat his hand away and make him wait all the longer. So he clenched his hands on Chris's knees where they jutted out of the water on either side of his hips. Chris's cock was hard too, and nestled snugly into the crack of Len's ass. Fuck, it felt incredible.
Now Chris had one arm banded across his chest, pinching and rolling one of Len's nipples between thumb and forefinger. The other hand was reaching lower, between Len's splayed legs, below his throbbing cock, and softly fondling his balls. The contrast of sensations, harsh and tender, drew a keening moan out of Len and he arched his back involuntarily. He heard Chris's chuckle, low and knowing, in his ear.
"You like that, huh, baby?" Chris asked.
"Fuck, Chris, yes," Len hissed.
"Tell me how much."
Len tried with his scrambled brain to figure out an appropriate response. "A goddamn lot, all right?"
Chris chuckled again. "I know you can do better than that. Tell me how much you like what I'm doing to you."
"How the hell am I supposed to quantify it? I like it three-hundred and twenty-seven? Fuck, Chris, it's so good. Don't stop. Just -- just touch my cock, darlin', please."
"Uh-uh. Not yet. Not till you tell me exactly how much you like this."
Len growled in frustration. He'd say anything at this point, would be happy to beg, but he didn't know what Chris wanted to hear and he didn't think he had enough functioning brain cells to figure it out. Chris was a man of no mercy and infinite patience, though, and he'd be happy to keep Len on the edge for as long as it took until Len figured out what he wanted to hear. And even then, Len would've wept in gratitude for the intensity of the pleasure Chris gave him, how amazing it felt to be pushed to his limits, tested, pushed even a little farther until he'd fractured and splintered and been remade in Chris's sure hands.
"The best," he blurted, suddenly knowing what Chris wanted, needed, to hear. "You're the best, Chris. The best I've ever had. No one's -- uh -- oh fuck -- no one's ever made me feel this way, this good. Only you, baby. Only you."
He heard the telltale hitch in Chris's breathing that told him he'd hit the mark. Chris's hands stilled, and then he was wrapping strong arms around Len and pulling him into a crushing embrace. He said nothing, just buried his face in the crook of Len's neck, but Len knew what Chris was trying to convey. Knew that he was the only one who made Chris feel this way, just as Chris was the only one who could affect him so deeply.
After a brief moment, though, Chris's hands were pushing him, urging him forward, up onto his knees straddling Chris's lap, his hands braced on the sides of the bathtub and his ass exposed. He heard Chris unscrewing a bottle cap, then he was hissing in pleasure-pain as two of Chris's oil-coated fingers breached him hard and fast. He wanted to push back, to show Chris how much he wanted this, but he didn't dare move for fear of slipping on the slick surface of the tub. So instead he moaned, guttural and helpless. He heard Chris's muttered "Jesus fucking Christ, Len."
Chris kept one hand on Len's hip and with the other worked him open, his fingers twisting and sliding into Len just forcefully enough to keep Len hanging on the precipice of what he could bear. He realized with a shock that Chris knew Len's own body, Len's own limits, better than he did himself. He let this new knowledge settle into him, sending out ripples across his mind. It was unsettling, to be known this well, this deeply. He'd never be able to hide from Chris, not about anything important, anyway. But the flip side was that Chris was the only one who'd ever cared enough to learn all the ins and outs, the nooks and crannies of Leonard McCoy, and that -- that was a pearl beyond price. The fact that Chris knew Leonard better than anyone else ever had and still, somehow, found him worthy of love... well that was just unbelievable. But no way in hell Len was going to go looking that particular gift horse in the mouth.
"Obviously I'm not doing my job well enough if you're still able to think that hard," came Chris's voice from behind him, soft and amused, and maybe just a teeny bit peeved. Len couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up -- just as he was thinking how well Chris knew him, here was yet another demonstration.
"Just thinkin' about you, darlin'," Len assured him.
"Oh? What were you thinking?"
"That in some ways you know me better than I know myself."
There was sudden silence behind him. He looked over his shoulder to find Chris looking at him with a surprised, but definitely pleased, expression. "Yeah?" Chris said softly.
"Yeah," Len repeated. Chris's smile was blindingly beautiful.
"Well, I know what you need right now, Lieutenant Commander."
"You need my cock, buried all the way inside your tight little ass."
Len groaned. "Fuck, Chris."
"That's Admiral Pike to you," said Chris with a smirk. "Now come on, baby, sit back. Sink down onto me. Yeah, that's it -- oh, god, Len -- yeah, push down harder. Take me all the way in."
Len knelt, straddling Chris's lap, impaled on Chris's cock, gasping harshly in the humid air. "That what you wanted, sir?" he ground out, only half-joking.
Joined as they were, he felt Chris's answering shudder. "You're a mouthy one, Lieutenant. Let's have less sass and more respect." Len groaned. They were playing, and they weren't, and it ought to have felt dirtybadwrong but lord, it was so damn hot.
"Yes -- yes, sir," he hitched out as Chris dug his fingers into Len's hips, pulling him back harder onto the cock that was forcing him open.
"Now squeeze. Squeeze tight around me," Chris said, voice rough. Len clenched his muscles around Chris, and fuck, that hurt, but it was so good. Chris groaned.
"Yeah, fuck, just like that. Now move, goddamnit. That's an order."
Len's fingers clutched at the side of the tub as he rose up and down, only a few inches, just enough to get a really good rhythm going, hard and fast. Jesus, he wasn't going to last long at this rate. Chris was pulling him back and thrusting up as much as he could, Len grinding himself harder and harder down into Chris's lap, the water splashing wildly now with the movements of their bodies.
"Damn it -- Chris -- the water -- " Len protested feebly.
"Fuck the water. Fuck the bathroom. I'll buy you a new one. Now push yourself down on me, harder. And keep squeezing."
"Ah, god, gonna come -- sir," he added at Chris's warning growl.
"Not until I say so, you won't, Lieutenant. You hear me?"
The noise Len made was half-groan and half-gasp, and it was entirely beyond his control. "Yes. Yes -- fuck -- yeah, okay, I hear you, oh-- Admiral."
"Good. Because I'm not done with you yet. You're going to be a good little Lieutenant and fuck yourself on my cock until you bring me off, and then, I might -- if I feel like it, if I'm in a good mood -- I might let you come as well. You -- ah -- understand?" The momentary falter revealed that Chris was more affected by this than he was letting on, but his voice still held that command steel that Len would never be able to get enough of.
"Yeah. I understand, sir," said Len, and then he shut up in favor of working himself up and down hard and fast, tightening around Chris with every downstroke. His own shameless, wanton moans echoed in the tiled room, a counterpoint to the furious splashing of the water and Chris's harsh gasping. Chris was close, but not close enough, not yet, and Len redoubled his efforts, feeling the prickle of sweat on his skin even as wet as he already was. Now Chris's breathing had that desperate pitch to it that said he was right on the edge. Thank god, because orders or no orders, Len didn't know how much longer he could hold on before he exploded.
"Fuck -- Lieutenant -- yeah, right there. Yeah, oh god, do that again, so good -- yeah, come on, you're doing so good, I'm so close, come on, just -- like -- Ohhhhh." Chris's voice trailed off into a heartfelt groan as he held himself pressed tight against Len's ass, his hips stuttering as he released himself deep inside of Len.
Len couldn't respond, could barely even think. He was clenching every muscle in his body, fighting uselessly against the tide of his own orgasm as it crashed over him. He fought it even as it was ripped from him, all the more intense for his resistance. He let loose a hoarse cry that he barely recognized as his own.
The force of it left him spent and shaking, and he collapsed backwards into Chris's arms, moaning weakly as Chris arranged their limbs more comfortably, Chris's softening cock slipping free.
"Sorry," was the first thing out of his mouth when he regained the power of speech. "Sorry I couldn't hold on, I -- "
Chris cut him off. "Shhhh, baby, it's okay. It was perfect. You were perfect. So damn beautiful."
"I wanted to wait," said Len mulishly. The I wanted to please you went unsaid, but they both heard it.
"I know you did, honey," Chris soothed. "Fuck, you have no idea how hot it was, you obeying me like that. I couldn't have asked for you to do better. Thank you for that -- for indulging me."
Len didn't know how to respond to that, to any of it, so he just twisted in Chris's arms until they were eye-to-eye, and then he kissed him. They kissed, languid and sweet, for untold minutes, while the water in the now half-empty tub cooled around them. Finally they broke apart with a last tender press of their lips. Len dragged himself up and out of the tub, dried himself off quickly, then kept a steadying hand under Chris's elbow as Chris climbed out too. Chris glared, but it was half-hearted. "I'm not an invalid, Len," he grumbled as Len rubbed him down gently with a fluffy white towel.
Len just chuckled and put some extra towels on the floor to soak up the water they'd flooded the bathroom with. "Nah, that's for next time, when we play 'authoritative doctor and grateful, obedient patient'."
He caught sight of Chris's expression, half-indignant and half-intrigued, and burst into a full belly laugh. God, that felt good. Something twisted inside of him -- a joy so sharp and sweet that it was nearly painful. How could he have ever thought this was a mistake, for either of them?
Chris's voice interrupted Len's woolgathering. "Time for bed, future husband of mine."
Len smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good."
On to Part 29