Title: Fingers Crossed
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS (at least, that's how I imagined it; there is no canon specific element here)
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Pairing: Kirk/Spock (established relationship)
Word count: 2,600
Genre: PWP
Summary: Spock knows Jim believes Vulcan hands to be unusually sensitive. He doesn't disabuse him of that notion, but he has his reasons.
Notes: Written for Dreamwidth's Kink Bingo's amnesty period for the "hand fetish" square on my card. I wanted to play with the common trope in Trek fic about Vulcan hands. It went from there.
Warning/content notes: (skip) Fisting.


( It was a common misconception... )

Title: Balance
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters/Pairing: Kirk with Kirk/Ruth, Kirk/Gary, Kirk/Ruth/Gary
Rating: R
Words: ~4,000
Summary: Many people had gone into making Jim what he was.
Notes: I wrote this, initially, as backstory for a roleplay I'm active in. As such it was an exercise in exploring the reasons behind choices my Kirk was making and attitudes he had developed towards relationships--and it may not reflect attitudes and choices (or endings) I'd have made otherwise. But I'm posting it because it might be of more general interest outside that context.



He was young for an Academy instructor, but in those days he was older than his years anyway. He told himself he was taking responsibility, but in reality, "responsibility" was code for filling time and keeping to himself.

Gary Mitchell was making that difficult.

"See ya, Jim."

"Mitchell," Jim said warningly.

"Gary," Mitchell returned in the same tone.

( 'Lieutenant Kirk,' Jim corrected, )

Title: Narcissus, Doubled
Fandom: Star Trek (TOS/new movie crossover)
Characters: Kirk!Prime, Kirk!Pine, Spock!Prime
Pairing: Kirk/Kirk
Rating: R
Summary: Jim Kirk takes the chance he never got all those times he got doubled in TOS... This is crack, children.
Warnings: selfcest
Word count: approximately 1,300
Author’s Note: My first Star Trek fic! Of course it’d be Kirk/Kirk. Neither of whom I own, sadly. Written for this prompt of the excellent Star Trek XI Kink Meme (st_xi_kink). Many thanks to the indomitable tkp for going over all the confusing stuff with me.

( Jim Kirk, waiting as that familiar tingling sensation subsided, was beginning to wonder if Bones was right about the transporter. )

I did not just write a real-person drabble.

I was reading about William Shatner (as one does at work), and came cross this gem from Playboy:

Playboy: Who is better in bed, Captain Kirk or T.J. Hooker?
Shatner: One is a giver and the other is a taker. So it works beautifully.

And I wrote this:

Kirk glanced appraisingly at Shatner’s middle. “Haven’t been keeping yourself up, have you?” He looked up with a heavy-lidded expression that Shatner had perfected with hours before his bathroom mirror. He suspected it came to the captain naturally. “You’re still very pretty.” He leaned forward, standing far too close for comfort.

Shatner stared at him. “But I’m… not… gay!” he said.

“Well I am, if you want to be 20th century about it,” said Kirk, using a smile Shatner thought he’d patented—Nimoy called it his “smirk of unassailable ego”—“and you have to admit you think you’re gorgeous.” He stood back as if to let his double admire his Starfleet-approved physique. Shatner could only wish he looked like that. And he had to admit—he looked really good.

“Well you… aren’t so bad yourself,” he begrudged.

Kirk pouted. “True enough. Though I’ve never understood why you make me talk like I can’t get through a sentence without stopping to think.”