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Greetings, Earthlings! Today is Monday. I’m [livejournal.com profile] sharpiesgal and I’ll be your lovely host for this week.

My first theme will be Little Black Dress (everybody has that one particular article of clothing that is their go to piece for any ensemble). Prompts should have some relation to clothing or accessories.

The rules are as follows:

1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in a fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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6. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the juices flowing:
MCU, Clint/Bruce, well worn purple shirt
Burn Notice, Michael/Fiona, every well dressed spy had a back up pair of sunglasses
Captain America, Steve Rogers, his shield was a prop before it became a weapon

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tag=Little Black Dress

Date: 2015-03-02 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] healyg.livejournal.com
Any, Any, Clothes don't always make the man.

Fill, Part 1 - Star Trek AOS [NC-17]

Date: 2015-05-24 05:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppermint-wow.livejournal.com
Star Trek AOS - Kirk/McCoy

Summary: Academy Era. Drunk sex sometimes leaves a little to be desired, but fortunately there's always round two. NSFW.


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They collapsed onto the couch, Leonard sprawled over the cushions, Jim seated in his lap. The stench of alcohol oozed from their skin, stuck to their clothes, clung to their breath. Leonard could taste it on Jim's tongue, felt how it made Jim's fingers clumsy, his own hands sluggish and uncoordinated. Their bodies moved frantically together, hips bumping on every other thrust.

Light from the nearby street lamps filtered into the room through the small window above their heads. Shadows jumped and floated across the walls as a car passed by.

"Mmph, fuck," Jim grunted, tipped his head back and leaned forward, pressed his throat against Leonard's face, broad chests rubbing together. "So hot, Bones."

Would be, Leonard thought, if they could get their act together. He tried tugging at Jim's shirt, tried pushing the jacket from his shoulders, but he couldn't make his arms move they way he wanted, couldn't hold Jim's attention long enough to get anything accomplished. Jim slipped one arm out of his coat before becoming distracted by the scent of Leonard's hair. He managed to unbutton half of Leonard's shirt before slumping against Leonard's side and teasing his tongue along the shell of his ear.

"Damnit," Leonard grumbled to himself. Jim was a mess, a writhing, sloppy, sexy mess in his lap and it was driving Leonard crazy. He could feel the heat rolling off Jim, skin hot to the touch, prominent bulge in his pants hard and tempting. He pulled his hands from Jim's hips, stopped encouraging him closer and cupped his cock through the thick denim, cupped himself as well, felt a pulse of arousal at the pressure he exerted against his groin.

"Yeah," Jim slurred, wide grin splitting his face, eyes closed. He rocked against Leonard's hand, his own braced on the back of the couch, fingers curling into the ugly fabric for leverage.

"Gonna get yourself off like that, Jim? Rubbing against my hand?" Leonard asked. It was difficult to keep one hand still while working himself with the other, took a level of concentration he wasn't sure he was capable of at the moment.

Jim bit his lower lip, lashes fluttering, skin pale in the low light. "Mm-hmm," he mumbled.

"Gonna come in your pants for me? Like some inexperienced kid?" Leonard asked, letting his head loll back against the cushions, mouth hanging open. His hips jerked against his palm, against the rough scrape of his pants and underwear over the head of his cock. It was hot inside his clothing, stifling, constricting, and he yanked at his zipper, groaned his approval when it gave way and opened and he was able to finally touch.

"Yeah, that," Jim grunted, leaned closer and rested his forehead against Leonard's. "Make me do that. Wanna do that." An arm snaked around Leonard's neck, held them together, heavy breaths gusting in the small space between them.

"I'm gonna muss up that pretty outfit of yours," Leonard said.

"Uh-huh," Jim murmured. "Yeah. Want you to. Want-"

Leonard slipped his hand below the waist of Jim's jeans, fingers wiggling when they didn't find any underwear. Jim stuttered when Leonard tugged at the short hairs there, gasped when he managed to work his hand lower, cradle Jim's balls and cock, curve his hand and create a nice little place for Jim to rut against, a bit of flesh on flesh to really drive him wild.

(continued below)

Fill, Part 2 - Star Trek AOS [NC-17]

Date: 2015-05-24 05:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppermint-wow.livejournal.com
"Oh, God," Jim moaned as he worked himself against Leonard, dropped one foot to the ground to brace himself so he could roll and thrust and shimmy himself closer to the edge. He looked ridiculous, half dressed and eyes tightly closed, Leonard's hand stuffed down his pants. He would have laughed but as silly as Jim looked he was also fucking hot. His hand squeezed around himself and Leonard cried out, matched every one of Jim's quick thrusts with one of his own. His hips bounced on the cushions, legs jiggling with the effort to keep himself in motion, keep his arm braced to give Jim the friction he needed.

If they could do this again Leonard would undress Jim completely. He'd lay him out on the couch or the bed or maybe the floor and devour every inch of him until Jim was begging for more, until Jim was trembling with need, wanton and splayed and spread open for Leonard.

But this was okay too. Not what he'd planned, but Jim was still beautiful, flushed and desperate, skin hidden beneath clothing that stunk of smoke and drink and asphalt from where they'd tumbled to the ground on the walk home.

"Should - right there, squeeze like that - should get naked next time," Jim muttered, voicing Leonard scattered thoughts, face alternating between utter bliss and pained concentration as he worked to get the angle just right, get the rough scrape of skin on skin where he needed it, Leonard's fingertips dragging over his sac, the heel of his hand rubbing along the underside of Jim's cock.

"Tried," Leonard huffed, wanted to chuckle, groaned instead. He was close. He always shot his load too quick when he was drunk.

He recovered quicker too, though, so it wasn't all bad. "You were, uh," Leonard continued, "a little distracted."

Jim grinned. Leonard felt it pressed against his cheek, lips parted, breath hot and humid as it flowed over his skin. "Your fault," Jim said, grinding himself against Leonard.

Leonard gritted his teeth together, fucked up into his hand with abandon. There was too much talking, too much, and he lurched forward, caught Jim's mouth with his own-

Jim keened against him, lips bruising and splitting beneath Leonard's teeth.

They came like that, one after the other, iron-tinged saliva sliding slick from one tongue to the next as they both emptied themselves. Leonard shivered, felt Jim do the same, hips still sluggishly twitching in Leonard's lap.

Leonard pulled his hand free and wiped his palm on Jim's thigh, fingers digging into the hard muscle there.

"Gross," Jim said around a gleeful, sated smile.

"Whatever," Leonard grumbled, wiping his other hand clean on his t-shirt before looping an arm around Jim's neck and pulling him down.

Jim followed, pressed Leonard flat with his weight and his mouth, and Leonard reveled in the soft touches, the easy contentment, as he waited for his tired cock to stir back to life.

---

End.

Re: Fill, Part 2 - Star Trek AOS [NC-17]

Date: 2015-05-25 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppermint-wow.livejournal.com
Thanks! No matter how many times I write it, I don't think these two and their sexy times will ever get boring for me. XD

So glad you enjoyed it!

Re: Fill, Part 2 - Star Trek AOS [NC-17]

Date: 2015-05-27 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppermint-wow.livejournal.com
No problem! I enjoyed writing it for you. :D

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