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imasupermuteantI was feeling sad and fic-less so I thought I would cheer myself up with a little crack. So here we have it!
Title: Desire
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Scotty/Sandwiches
Warnings: Errr... food-sex? Sex-with-food?
Rating: Almost NC-17
Word Count: 362
Summary: Sometimes it's hard to deny yourself.
It's not his fault.
Really. It isn't. It's all because they're so tender and soft and he can't help himself. He's told Keenser not to leave him alone with them so it's a little bit of Keenser's fault too.
Scotty can feel a little bit of drool running down his lip and he slides his tongue to catch it, his eyes wide, his hands grasping.
No. He shouldn't.
He wants to touch them. Wants it so badly he can feel the pulse of his desire from the root of his cock down to his toes. He let out a groan as he balls his hand into a fist. Tight.
He promised Keenser after the last time that he wouldn't do it and he won't.
Even though they look delicious and his dick is throbbing and he knows they want it so very, very bad.
It's not his fault. It's theirs and they know it. They're flaunting, teasing and he can't help himself.
He's lost all control now and his hand is reaching out, feeling that first moist touch, and he's moaning out loud at the sheer orgasmic delight of it all.
He's lost in the flavor and the feel and he's coming. Coming and--
Thirty minutes later, Keenser will return to the aft-side lounge with a pitcher of punch to find Scotty on the ground, naked, covered in bread and lettuce with a dollop of mayo on his right nipple and a tomato clenched in his teeth. The small alien will roll his eyes and grabs the now-empty tray, giving Scotty a swift kick to the thigh before shuffling back to the galley for another tray of sanwiches.
Scotty moans and rolls over, wheat bread cushioning his hips.
Just a few minutes after that, Keenser will return with another tray of sanwiches and he'll kick Scotty until he's forced to get up and head back to his rooms for a shower. They'll clean up the remnants of the sandwiches left by Scotty's moment of passion and Keenser will put on the music and the rest of Engineering will arrive for the semi-annual booze-and-nerf-gun-extravaganza and Scotty's bliss will fade into the back of his mind.
But for now... for now he wallows in the bliss (and the mustard, and the pickles).
For now he rests.
Title: Desire
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Scotty/Sandwiches
Warnings: Errr... food-sex? Sex-with-food?
Rating: Almost NC-17
Word Count: 362
Summary: Sometimes it's hard to deny yourself.
It's not his fault.
Really. It isn't. It's all because they're so tender and soft and he can't help himself. He's told Keenser not to leave him alone with them so it's a little bit of Keenser's fault too.
Scotty can feel a little bit of drool running down his lip and he slides his tongue to catch it, his eyes wide, his hands grasping.
No. He shouldn't.
He wants to touch them. Wants it so badly he can feel the pulse of his desire from the root of his cock down to his toes. He let out a groan as he balls his hand into a fist. Tight.
He promised Keenser after the last time that he wouldn't do it and he won't.
Even though they look delicious and his dick is throbbing and he knows they want it so very, very bad.
It's not his fault. It's theirs and they know it. They're flaunting, teasing and he can't help himself.
He's lost all control now and his hand is reaching out, feeling that first moist touch, and he's moaning out loud at the sheer orgasmic delight of it all.
He's lost in the flavor and the feel and he's coming. Coming and--
Thirty minutes later, Keenser will return to the aft-side lounge with a pitcher of punch to find Scotty on the ground, naked, covered in bread and lettuce with a dollop of mayo on his right nipple and a tomato clenched in his teeth. The small alien will roll his eyes and grabs the now-empty tray, giving Scotty a swift kick to the thigh before shuffling back to the galley for another tray of sanwiches.
Scotty moans and rolls over, wheat bread cushioning his hips.
Just a few minutes after that, Keenser will return with another tray of sanwiches and he'll kick Scotty until he's forced to get up and head back to his rooms for a shower. They'll clean up the remnants of the sandwiches left by Scotty's moment of passion and Keenser will put on the music and the rest of Engineering will arrive for the semi-annual booze-and-nerf-gun-extravaganza and Scotty's bliss will fade into the back of his mind.
But for now... for now he wallows in the bliss (and the mustard, and the pickles).
For now he rests.