Drabble- Kirk/Bones

[1lostone]

jihime47 requested 'Kirk/Bones, Jim cross-dressing in a slutty dress and CFMs.'

Hope you like it bb. This is my first attempt at  a) Kirk/Bones, b) a drabble and c) crossdressing. :D

The leather squeaked when he walked. The boots were a synthetic sort of leather, (fucked if he hadn’t been allergic to the real kind) fitted to his legs with a zipper that went up the inside seam of the boot. The tops stopped right under the crack of his ass, and the deep fold of the leather-like material rubbed up under the sensitive place where his thigh ended and the soft globe of his ass cheeks started. When he walked, it was a constant stimulation. 

The dress was short enough to be indecent if he bent over.  Bright red; the crushed velvet hugged his body like a second skin, draping down as low as it could in the back. A spiderweb of tiny straps  criss-crossed over his back. The front bodice wasn’t filled, but cut straight across his chest, rubbing constantly against his nipples with every time he walked.

Smirking, Jim finally reached his destination: a gobsmacked Bones sprawled in his chair, the glass of century old whiskey held to his lips as though he had forgotten it was there.  Jim winked, and Bones’s heated gaze was drawn up to Jim’s electric blue eyes, impish and challenging. The eyeliner and mascara made his eyes like lasers as they focused on his friend’s face.

Jim stopped right in front of Bones, raising one boot and resting it in the V of space between his friend’s strong thighs. The very tip of the black, shiny surface of the boot teased the bulge that was quickly filling, becoming harder as Bones’s cock strained against the ‘Fleet regulation trousers he wore.  Jim moved his friend’s hand so that his wrist was resting on the arm of the chair.

Jim licked his lips, and he swore he saw Bones’s chest stutter as his air left his lungs.

“Surprise.”

Only one word. Jim could have said a lot of things. He could have teased Bones about his ‘shameful’ little fantasy. About how much he could see his friend’s hands shake the older man tried desperately not to move from the spot. His long capable fingers- fingers that had patched Jim together and made him come apart almost with equal fervor and frequency- gripped the glass of alcohol so hard that the liquid sloshed around. 

Instead Jim moved so that he was straddling Bones’s lap, his own cock held firmly in the tight thong he wore for just that reason, brushing slightly against Bones’s stomach as he bent over him. Jim took the drink of whiskey and tossed the drink back; knowing Bones was watching his throat work as he swallowed.  Jim moved Bones’s hands so that they were settled on his hips.  They pressed sharply into Jim’s hipbones, sliding over his ass and pulling up the skirt enough that he could slip his hands under the fabric. Bones’s fingers slid across the skin, teasing lightly at the crack of his ass, before moving down over the tops of the boots on Jim’s thighs.

Jim shivered.

Their lips were so close that when Jim spoke, the tiny puffs of air slid along Bones’s mouth, making him moan sharply in the back of his throat.

“Happy Birthday, Bones.”

 

Comments

[jlm121.livejournal.com]

GOOD GOD WOMAN.

Just the boot description did me in.

trust me, it's sexy.

[1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com]

*beams!* I've never ever written them together before but gauuuuhhhhhd;lkda;lmanlasd it's a pretty picture. :D