Title: Hands On
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot!
Pairing: Jim Kirk/Bones McCoy
Rating: Adults Only
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Warnings: Fisting...

Summary: Doctor's are very hands on...

Hands On

"Do you know what the best part of having a Doctor as a lover is?" Bones's voice purrs in his ear.

"No..?" James groans, hands desperately scrabbling on McCoy's shoulders, trying to get a firm enough grip to stop his knees from wobbling.

Bones smirks and moves his mouth to the lobe of Jim's ear, gently nibbling in a way he knows will drive the other man wild. Meanwhile his hands are busy with lube, slicking his fingers, but making sure his mouth is keeping James distracted and unawares.

"It's the fact...that we are extraordinarily good...with our hands..." Jim, feeling his brain begin to fog up at Bones's next words, whimpers and arches into the solid man before him.

"Oh fuck...how...how good are you...?" Jim pants.

"Ive been told I'm...exceptional." Leonard silkily purrs, sliding a slicked hand into the Captain of the Enterprise's pants and pushing them down quickly.

James squeezes his eyes closed, his breaths coming out in short, sharp pants.

"Bones..." he whines.

Bones, smirking widely doesn't answer but instead pushes two fingers deep inside the other man. The Captain lets out a helpless little mewl, bucking into the Doctor's hand.

"So far...so good?" Bones murmurs, eyes burning into the clear blue ones of his lover. James nods furiously and then gives a choking little cry as a third and then fourth finger are eased into him.

"See..." Bones says, adopting a lecturing tone, "Doctors must keep their fingers dexterous. Like so..." he wiggles each finger and curls them, delighting in Jim's desperate noises of pleasure.

Slowly Leonard rotates his hand and curls the fingers under, gently easing his thumb and knuckles into the now writhing Captain.

"I, as a good Doctor, must work the whole hand," McCoy murmurs, hearing the aroused husk in his voice. He slowly slides his whole fist into Jim, keeping a sharp eye on his lovers expressive face.

Jim has his head tilted back mouth open and eyes squeezed closed in ecstasy. He knows he is whimpering endearments and swear words and can tell by the rasp in Bones's voice that he is loving it.

It doesnt take long after that, what with Bones using all his fingers and fucking the willing Captain with his fist, to send Jim screaming hoarsely over the edge.

Satisfied, Bones eases his hand out.

"Whoah." pants Jim. "That was fucking amazing. When can we do that again?"

Bones smirks and kisses Jim's shoulder. "Next time you have a Physical. I'm guessing I won't have to drag you here next time?" A shake of the head response. "Good boy."

~*~

Spock sat on one of the enclosed med-bay beds, his face green tinged right up to the delicate points of his ears. He was here for his Physical, and although his mind was logically telling hiim that Doctor McCoy was a very talented and competant man...

He hoped that his being here without being dragged would mean the Doctor would not make those noises come out of his mouth. The Captain had sounded rather like a desperately injured man, and Spock was hastily re-evaluating the Doctor in his mind.

Clearly he had underestimated him.

The Doctor came around the screen, and Spock quickly lay down.

And crossed his legs.