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The Unforgiven; James/Kirk
Topic Started: Jul 11 2010, 06:02 AM (645 Views)
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For Torr :D (And yes, since it's the Unforgiven, there will be three parts) :D

Set 2001, 6 months post rehab at Lars' birthday.



Lars’ lounge was brimming full for 3am, his birthday had gone particularly well. Kirk had made a convincing toast, and James a heartfelt speech.

Lani’s tired face rested hopefully on Kirk’s shoulder.

‘Do you want to go soon?’ Kirk whispered, kissing her ear.

She nodded sleepily, and settled further into his chest.

‘Okay, but I should go and say goodbye to James and Lars first’ Kirk explained. Lani nodded as he stood and excused himself. She buried into Kirk’s jacket making it a pillow on the warm and now vacant seat.

Kirk found Lars first, he was still babbling loudly with a crew of ears as his witnesses. Kirk stood awkwardly in the doorway and listened, waiting for a gap in Lars’ speech to say goodnight. Lars noticed Kirk almost immediately and Kirk waved a gentle goodbye.

‘You off, man?’ Lars asked.

‘Yeah, it’s been a long night, we’re gonna head off’ Kirk pointed over his shoulder to Lani’s sleeping body. Lars nodded.

‘Thanks for coming, man!’ He hugged Kirk tightly in front of the room.

Kirk pecked his friend’s cheek as he pulled back and Lars returned his gesture with a warm kiss. Kirk blushed even still, and hugged his friend once more in thanks. He excused himself in front of the room and carried on down the hallway listening for James’ voice. Fran’s long blonde hair caught his eye and he entered the kitchen.

Fran and Skylar stood awkwardly in discussion. Kirk thought he’d disturbed their conversation when he entered.

‘Looking for Lars?’ Skylar assumed darkly.

Kirk shook his head confused.

‘No, I was gonna say goodnight to James’ he turned to Fran. ‘Have you seen him?’She nodded.

‘He’s in the cinema’ she replied oddly. She made no attempt to move, instead swirled the red contents of her glass and frowned across the bench at Skylar. Kirk backed quickly from the scene, Skylar’s face still dark.

He paused at the heavy doors of Lars’ home theatre. He could hear the sound of a film inside, and he pushed one of the heavy doors open and it slid with a brush across the carpet. In darkness, he approached the sole dark figure in the audience.

James sat transfixed with a wine glass in his hand. Kirk’s face registered the scene and wondered if he’d caught him taking a drink in private, after they’d just celebrated his 6 months sober?

He sat quietly next to James, his head didn’t turn to welcome Kirk.

With some relief and a little concern, Kirk noticed his glass was empty. He didn’t want to infuriate him by starting the conversation badly, instead, he decided to watch along with James for a moment until he could talk.

‘What are we watching?’ Kirk asked quietly.

‘Unforgiven’ James replied. He turned to smile a little and acknowledge Kirk. They all looked the same to Kirk, cowboys on horses galloping through sandy sets. He’d never understood spaghetti westerns.

James turned to Kirk with an apparent heavy thought on his mind.

‘Kirk? What if we shouldn’t release this movie about us? What if it’s a big mistake?’
Kirk nodded, he’d wondered that himself, but he realised James had more privacy to loose than anyone else.

‘You’d be taking a brave step and making yourself accountable, everyone would know’ Kirk said, avoiding the topic of alcohol, his eyes paused on James’ empty wine glass for emphasis.

James bent and lifted an unopened bottle of wine from beneath his chair and handed it silently to Kirk. Taking another look at his glass, Kirk noticed it was dry.

‘I’m trying my best’ he admitted holding the sealed bottle out to Kirk. Like a child accepting a toy, Kirk took it from his guilty hands. Kirk placed the bottle down once more, a thought forming across his own mind.

‘You know, you guys published those photos of Lars and I from the Justice tour before I knew, and that kinda outed me for a while’ Kirk mumbled. ‘And of course, no one ever thought Lars was gay...’ he rolled his eyes and scoffed at his own statement. James wriggled uncomfortably.

‘You weren’t the only one’ he grumbled quietly. Kirk was still, unsure of what James had just admitted.

‘You mean, you knew about Lars...?’ Kirk paused.

‘I didn’t know what to think about that’ James said again ashamedly.

‘You and Lars fuckin’ slobbering all over each other...’ Kirk sensed James’ anger and stayed quiet still. He was surprised when James’ hand found his arm.

‘Will you tell me something, Kirk?’ he asked gingerly.

‘Suuure’ Kirk replied nervously.

‘Did you and Lars, ever, y’know?....’ The question hung awkwardly in the air and Kirk tried to block the delicious memories of he and Lars in each others’ company as he formulated an answer for James. Apparently enough time had passed for Kirk’s silence to spell his guilt and James continued, ‘Did you like it?’ he asked again.

Two men on screen threw down their guns, the camera panning in an extreme close-up to the dirt on their faces.

Kirk opened his mouth in a sheepish response: ‘Yeah, I did. And yeah, a lot’ he blushed, answering James’ questions in reverse. James seemed to know enough, he wriggled uncomfortably in his chair. His hand reached anxiously for Kirk’s thigh, rubbing gently, smoothing the dark denim of his jeans.

Kirk’s body had twitched at James’ unexpected touch. He knew what he wanted, he’d wished Lars was half as dominant as James, he felt his chest racing at the thought of James’ hand holding his dick before he could register any sense with himself.

In the darkness, his hand guided James’ nervous palm to his crotch. James smoothed Kirk’s groin expectedly, his palm rolled over the head of Kirk’s dick, it stuck out beneath his zipper, and Kirk arched his hips in response, James turning to face him; his hand rubbing the length of Kirk’s growing erection through his jeans.

Kirk wanted to reach for James, but his hands were shaking at the thought. He loved James’ heavy belt buckles, they begged to be opened, but he couldn’t bring himself to try. With thanks, James reached to himself with a single hand to unhinge the heavy silver oval and unbuckle himself. Kirk felt the pain of his growing dick in his jeans and moaned as James released his zipper kindly.

‘Oh fuck, man!’ Kirk mouthed, not wanting to make a sound.

James had found the elastic waistband of Kirk’s briefs and tugged them to his thighs, his hand was inching to take control of Kirk’s aching cock. Kirk noticed James’ eyes were pinched tightly closed.

‘You can look at me’ Kirk offered. He was impressively hard now James had taken him in his hand. James shook his head, his eyes still closed in fear.

‘Please?’ Kirk tried. He realised they’d gone straight to the scary part, he wanted to kiss James to help him relax, but realised he’d never as much as pecked his face before.

‘Please?’ Kirk breathed into James’ frightened face, and his eyes opened slowly to Kirk’s open mouth and eyes watching his own expression.

‘It feels so good’ Kirk admitted softly. ‘Please look at me’ he begged once more.
James’ eyes finally left Kirk’s face and dropped to the sight of his own hand pulling Kirk’s cock hard and rigid. The realisation frightened him, but he was transfixed on the reaction he was creating. James’ eyes cast a look at his own groin, it hadn’t gone unnoticed, Kirk was begging him to move closer so he could return the favour.

‘You’d like it’ Kirk suggested as James’ free hand reached for his own groin.

‘Please, I’ll be gentle’ Kirk promised. James nodded, his eyes closed tightly once more.

Kirk’s hand searched past James’ leather belt, and rubbed the length he found snaking towards his thigh. James was large and round as he’d hoped; his length surprised Kirk. He was so much bigger than any man he’d been with before.

‘James?’ Kirk began with another gentle whisper. He wanted to take him in his mouth more than anything, but he thought of the fright he would cause his friend.

‘You’d love it if I...’ Kirk began.

‘Oh please, I want you to’ James’ alien voice replied. Kirk was surprised at his sudden eagerness, James was quickly aroused, his eyes now open and his breath racing.

Kirk moved to his knees quickly and he slipped from James’ frictioning hand. On his knees he took James, his width surprising him, he wanted to take him fully in his throat but he couldn’t. Instead, he rolled his tongue around the head, his hand holding the length, he worked him fast in the hope he might make his night.

Before James could help himself, he emitted a loud cry. Quick and fast, he came messily in Kirk’s mouth, his lover holding him firm while he struggled in surprise. James withdrew with some force from Kirk’s eager grip, returning himself with fright to his jeans, and standing quickly. Kirk stood to return himself, still unsatisfied to his jeans.

‘Don’t ever do that again’ James growled harshly at Kirk, fear cascading from his eyes as tears. He bolted from the theatre, without turning to thank his willing lover.
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As promised, part two! Three to come tomorrow!

Unforgiven II

James hadn’t so much as spoken to Kirk for two weeks, and Kirk hadn’t the balls to turn up at HQ in case James was there, in a furious mood. He’d heard Lars mention he was still recovering well, and it was good to know and soothed his guilt somewhat. Kirk hoped their encounter hadn’t upset James. Kirk still had in his kitchen the bottle of wine James had offered him at Lars’ birthday as a gesture to save him from himself, although, he’d not told Lani as much.

Lani frowned at Kirk across the table, they sat enjoying their Sunday breakfast, Kirk with Darla sleeping noisily in his lap. He was unsettled, and only pretending to read the newspaper.

‘Kirk?’ She stood and walked to his side, sliding into the space between him and the armrest of the sofa.

‘Is everything okay?’ She kissed his forehead lovingly. Laying down the paper he linked his arms around his wife.

‘Yeah, just thinking. We’ve gotta decide what we’re gonna do about getting a new bass player, or if we stick with Bob Rock’ Kirk explained. Lani nodded, she knew it was playing on his mind.

‘Have you talked to James about it?’ she asked. Kirk froze a little at the mention. ‘Nah, I will when we’re back from Christmas break’ he tapped her thigh with his hand in reassurance.

‘If something’s bothering you, you should talk to the others about it’ Lani said again, standing and taking his empty plate. Kirk made a small acknowledging nod, he hated when she was right.

Kirk had persuaded James to visit for an afternoon working on his Ford. Together they had dug through piles of old tools. James was thoroughly disappointed in Kirk’s choice of spanners. He demonstrated for Kirk the proper technique for removing a cap valve. Kirk watched with interest, he really guessed a lot of the time. He’d not had mechanics demonstrated to him before. After two hours of removing engine parts, Kirk offered James a can of Coke from the garage fridge, and then sat overlooking the back garden. James realised he hadn’t spent much time at Kirk’s for quite a while.

The cold Coke was good in the afternoon sun, James wiped the motor oil from his face with his sleeve as he sipped. Kirk felt the awkward silence grow as they drank.

‘I’m sorry if...’ Kirk began, but James raised a hand to stop him.

‘Please, you really don’t need to apologize.’ He said.

‘Okay’ Kirk accepted James’ quick response and took another gulp.

‘I was just curious’ James explained. He didn’t look at Kirk, but stared ahead into the garden, his eyes masked by his dark glasses.

‘That’s okay, man’ Kirk replied kindly, if he was honest he’d acted mostly out of curiosity too.

For another few minutes while the acknowledgment of their encounter set in, the two of them sat silently, Kirk throwing a ball for Darla across the lawn. James patted the happy dog when she offered him the ball.

‘I was curious because Cliff used to kiss me’ James confessed. Kirk’s face shot quickly to James, his cheeks reddening in admission.

‘I think Cliff always fancied you’ James continued, looking to Kirk for the first time in their awkward conversation. Kirk didn’t know what to say, he listened to his friend’s confession with interest.

‘Did you and Cliff ever....?’ Kirk didn’t want to frighten James by finishing his sentence. James shook his head sadly.

‘He never really said before he died’. James sniffed as though holding back a tear, and Kirk slung his arm around his shoulders in comfort. James accepted Kirk’s affection and hugged him back.

‘And ah, you look kinda nice sometimes’ James admitted to Kirk. Kirk turned to his friend wanting to share a short smile in response, but his eyes averted his gaze.

‘I never got to kiss you’ Kirk admitted. ‘I wanted to, but you left...’.
James nodded, he knew he shouldn’t have run out on Kirk like that.

‘Sorry, man’ James admitted, his eyes on his feet. Kirk leant in to his friend and offered him a gentle kiss on the cheek. James’ skin was rougher and more masculine than Lars’.

James returned a tender kiss to Kirk’s lips: short and uncertain, but warm and kind. Kirk’s reply tested James’ lips and he opened tentatively to him, allowing Kirk to control him just a little.

James’ breath was warm as they broke apart. He checked his watch in embarrassment.

‘I’ve gotta go Kirk, but lets catch up soon.’

Kirk nodded and he walked James kindly to his car. James paused at the car door and looked deviously at Kirk.

‘On second thought...’ he pondered. Kirk grinned naughtily.

‘Come in!’ he smiled.

Inside, James was eager to return the favour. They stumbled into the lounge and he unzipped himself before Kirk could sit. James stood in front of him, holding himself, standing dominant with his legs open in a V.

‘Can you suck my dick agin, Kirk’ he begged.

Kirk grinned, he was pleased James wanted to play after all. Obediently, he knelt taking James in his mouth once more. This time, James called out urgently as he did, he pushed his dick into Kirk’s cheek, proud he could see his size gaping in his lovers’ mouth.

‘Does Lars like this?’ he asked carefully. Kirk smiled.

‘Yeah!’ Kirk laughed.

Kirk stood to face James unbuttoning himself eagerly hoping James would offer to return the favour. James’ courage seemed to diminish almost immediately.

‘Dude, I dunno if I can’ he stammered. Sweat beaded quickly across his forehead.

‘Okay, that’s cool man you don’t have to’ Kirk backtracked, re-zipping himself.

‘Thanks though’ James repeated. It was an odd gesture, Kirk didn’t think he’d been thanked for a single blow-job so many times.

Kirk’s silver Mercedes roared into the driveway and Lani stepped out, shopping bags in hand.

‘Fuck’ James exclaimed. He’d grabbed his keys from the table and disappeared out the door before Kirk could say goodbye. Kirk followed him to the door, to find Lani’s confused face as James fled the scene once more.
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Unforgiven III


Part One

‘What if I pushed her away without knowing?!’ Lars wailed openly down the phone to Kirk. Kirk was still shocked at the revelation that Skylar had left Lars.

‘She just walked in, sat there on the end of the bed like she does every morning when she goes to work, and instead of saying ‘I love you’, she said ‘I’m leaving you!’

Kirk realised he hadn’t heard Lars cry as openly as this for many years.

‘Dude, I’m so sorry. It sounds as though she’d made her mind up already.’ He thought of Skylar casting him a dark look in Lars’ kitchen a few months prior; she had been deep in conversation with Fran.

‘I begged her to reconsider’ Lars sniffed loudly and wiped his face on his sleeve down the phone.

‘Look, if you want somewhere to stay man you can stay here with me’ Kirk offered.

‘That’s kind of you man, but I know your wife wouldn’t be okay with that’ Lars replied gently excusing himself carefully from Kirk’s leading offer.

‘Well, at least come up to the ranch with me this weekend then?’ Kirk offered. This time, Lars was sorely tempted.

‘I can’t, Myles has a school sport thing on this weekend’ Lars explained reluctantly.

‘Ask James’ Lars suggested, ‘he could do with a weekend away.’

It turned out to be an excellent suggestion. Kirk had convinced Lani he and James needed some time out of the city, and he’d picked up James on the way to Sacramento in his newly repaired 1936 Ford Coupe. It perhaps wasn’t the most comfortable car for the trip, but it was more ranch-like than the Mercedes.
In the car, they chatted amicably. James was slowly opening up about his thoughts about his new vision on the world post-rehab. He talked about Marcella, his new baby girl with pride.

‘She’s so amazing, you should have kids, Kirk. Being a father is so great, it really changes you man’. Kirk smiled, glad for James’ newfound emotion. James seemed to pipe down and return to his usual reserved self for another half hour or so until the landscape started to get dryer the further north they drove.

‘Are we far away?’ James asked noticing the dryness of the desert around them.

‘We’re pretty much here now, yeah.’ Kirk replied turning down a dirt road. The gravel crunched under the tyres as they approached a large property filled with animals and a lock-wood ranch house at the edge of the valley. A long stream which became a river snaked through the middle of the gulley.

‘Wow! This place is awesome!’ he exclaimed. Kirk and Lars often visited the ranch in the weekends, but James had never made the trip with him.

Kirk made straight for the horses who too, had come to the fence to welcome him.
James patted Rusky and the large black horse eyed him suspiciously but accepted his offering of a green sour apple.

‘This girl’s Lani’s horse’ Kirk said patting Taba briskly on the neck so that dust billowed in clouds. James patted Taba on the nose and she licked his hand eagerly for remnants of apple.

‘She’s gentler than this guy’ Kirk said pointing to Rusky. ‘You can ride her’ Kirk offered.

He swung the first saddle onto Rusky’s back and James copied Kirk, saddling Taba. Together they rode through a hilly field and up towards the ragged dry mountains. Neither spoke, instead they listened to the sounds around them. An eagle circled nearby watching them on their trail.

They paused at the edge of the trail to take in the view of the valley beyond.

‘It’s beautiful’ James exclaimed, apparently taken aback. ‘Thank you Kirk, thank you for bringing me here’.

‘You’re welcome dude’ Kirk replied. ‘Do you wanna leave the horses here and go for a walk?’ Kirk pointed to a thin trail which lead around the edge of the mountain towards a river.

‘Sure’ James dismounted and they tied the horses to a fencepost.

They walked clumsily together along the narrow trail until they reached a clearing and a small clear pool.

‘When the trail’s better we bring the horses here to drink’ Kirk explained. ‘But I wouldn’t go in there now’ he warned ‘there’s snakes and shit’. James nodded, and they sat on a nearby boulder, soaking in the sun.

James turned to him, Kirk couldn’t make out his eyes through his dark lenses, the first he knew of his friend’s advance were his warm hands on his stomach, feeling for the waistband of his jeans.

Kirk lifted his shirt voluntarily and James blushed at the sight of the flames licking around his waist. Kirk was waiting in awe hoping James might have the courage to return the favour for their third attempt. His hands had found what they were searching for: Kirk’s dick throbbed willingly in James’ rough palms.

Kirk’s dropped-open bottom open lip made for James, and to Kirk’s surprise, James let him swirl his tongue eagerly in his mouth. Kirk slid his own jeans free of his waist, and once more, he was free in James’ hands. He grinned deviously at his friend.

‘Are you going to suck me this time?’ Kirk asked hopefully.

‘I’ve been thinking about it’ James admitted softly.

‘Please’ Kirk hissed softly, his mouth trying desperately to persuade his friend. James agreed and shrunk to his knees; his hands tugging Kirk willingly to his eager mouth.

Kirk moaned openly in thankful response, his face shot red and his hands shaking with adrenalin as James rolled his tongue around Kirk's swelling cock in his mouth.

‘Oh my god!’ Kirk yelled excitedly into the silent desert, his voice carrying beyond the scene. His hips moved in James’ mouth and he watched his friend’s eyes for his reaction. He knew he was going to come, he thought he should warm James.

‘I’ma gonna come....fuuuuck’ Kirk stammered. James pulled back, the bitter taste beginning to form in his mouth. Kirk took himself in his hand and shook himself vigourously towards James’ open mouth.

‘Yeah, man! Fuck yeah!’ Kirk exclaimed. He watched his hot cum spill onto James’ face, and his friend took it all in his stride.

..................................
Part two to come!
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Part 2! FINAL PART!

Kirk sat on the leather couch in the lounge, the curtains open and the darkness creeping in. He had only coke in the brandy glass in his hand; he had spared adding rum for James’ sake.

James was showering and Kirk was listening to the soft sound of water falling to the shower floor from the comfort of the lounge. He was tired from the drive and the afternoon they’d had. He stood to stretch his legs when the sound of the water stopped, and James emerged, a towel around his waist, rubbing his crotch beneath the towel.

‘That’s one good shower’ he exclaimed. Kirk turned to see him, his partially inked chest; pale with a light spread of ginger curls around his collarbone surprised him.

Kirk tried not to stare, James’ chest was broad and impressive. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen him with his shirt off a thousand times before, but never like this.

Only moments ago he’d been thinking about his wife, but his thoughts of her had dissipated in James’ presence. To his surprise, James moved in for a tight hug. Kirk savoured James’ fresh scent, the water was fresh on his skin and Kirk had immediately noticed James’ erection pressing firmly into his hip. He was at least 6 inches shorter than his friend, never had Kirk found it so noticeable.

James lead Kirk to the master bedroom, only Kirk’s things were laid out, James had left his bags in an upstairs room. It was clear he preferred Kirk’s company tonight. Once more, James’ eager hands made for Kirk, but Kirk stopped him short, his breath racing already. Instead he drew James’ hands to his hips, James’ towel fell free to the floor and he rubbed is aching groin against Kirk.

‘I want you to fuck me, James’ Kirk drawled. He realised he was pushing his friend’s courage but he wanted to be honest in the moment.

James was quiet for a minute before he answered, his mouth was breathing heavily into Kirk’s shoulder; his hips still rubbing against Kirk’s erection. ‘Yeah?’ he breathed finally.

‘What do you and Lars do?’ James asked curiously.

‘I always fuck Lars’ Kirk answered with a horny drawl to his voice.

‘I don’t know what to do, so I think you should show me’ James explained. Kirk nodded, he was eager for a pupil.

James held Kirk romantically around the waist as they walked together to the bed.

Kirk fell back first, and James momentarily on top of him, pinned Kirk-- like he would his wife-- beneath him; his strong arms holding himself over his lover. Kirk appreciated his dominance in that moment, held his hips and he ground against him. Kirk was eager to touch James’ enormous dick again, he was himself pounding in his jeans.

James opened Kirk, his zipper falling easily open, he was quickly naked and the two of them for the fourth time, pulled each other frantically for the rush of it. James rolled to his side, and seemed to be waiting for his next cue.
Kirk knelt over him to open the bedside drawer.

‘You’ll need to use this on me’ Kirk explained offering James a small bottle. He emptied a little oil into his own hand and rubbed his own shiny cock before searching Kirk with his wet hand.

Kirk turned away from James kneeling. ‘Just make sure I’m warm’ he whispered. With a knowing rush, Kirk felt James’ chest against his back and he knew his dick wouldn’t be far from entering him. His chest pounded at the thought, and he knelt forward a little anticipating James fingers to warm him as he asked.

He felt his friend’s shaking hands and moaned to encourage him.

‘Oh yeah!’ Kirk moaned softly to James’ touch, his fingers readying him.

‘Just go slow when you start’ Kirk stammered nervously. James’ mouth was close to his ear.

‘Okay’ his voice trembled back. He could hardly speak.

Kirk felt the sharp push of James’ cock and the delicious giving way as he entered him. It surprised him more than he expected. James was much larger than Lars, and Kirk’s eyes stung suddenly with pain. He cried out in a mixture of pain and surprise.

‘Ooooah!’ Kirk groaned moving to his hands and knees, his face turning back to James.

‘Did I hurt you?’ James paused, his rhythm stopped, and Kirk felt the pressure of his dick inside him.

‘Don’t stop!’ he begged. James smiled in response, pushing deeper, doing only what he could, and soon, his groans accompanied Kirk’s. Kirk sighed to himself, pleased knowing James was enjoying their encounter.

‘I wanna come!’ James yelled quickly. Kirk braced himself as James pumped faster, the pain spreading up to his waist, but he wanted his friend to feel how good it felt. Once more, he cried out, the pain showing in his voice.

‘I’m hurting you!’ James cried. He stopped to withdraw: he’d heard Kirk’s moan take on his pain.

‘Oh God!’ Kirk shook as his body recovered.

‘James, I can take you, don’t stop!’ Kirk reassured him.

‘Dude, are you sure?’ James’ hand touched his friend’s back gently.

‘Yeah! It’s okay man’ Kirk panted. James carefully straddled his friend and entered him again, his body fit to burst.

This time, Kirk felt more pleasure than pain and rocked along to the rhythm James’ body was making for him. James’ lips kissed Kirk’s back as his body covered his lover: his back arched and he came fiercely without regret. Kirk felt the strength in James’ final thrusts and cried out as he did.

James withdrew and settled next to Kirk, his chest panting hard, his mouth open, gasping his eyes pouring lovingly over Kirk’s face.

‘Wow!’ James breathed, his hand to his heart. Kirk smiled in acknowledgment.

The two men faced each other in silence for a moment longer, their eyes taking in each other’s gaze before James stood to lift back the blankets for Kirk. Kirk climbed into bed, his body satisfied, his mind at ease with his friend. James accompanied him: his strong body spooning Kirk, his knees tucked behind Kirk’s; their hands meeting across Kirk’s chest as they drifted to sleep in peaceful comfort.
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you know l totally love this story.
your characters are so real it's almost shocking.

this is my favourite kirk, and l'm really happy that u found a way to make James feel the comfort he needed to open for Kirk.

what else? it's hard to write coz l'm totally :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool

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'I always fuck Lars’

I want, no, MUST read this!


thanks 4 this fic

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I love this. It's so progressively curious.
I love getting frustrated at nervy, 'do not want' James characters.
Loved the final part *ahemjkirksexfreak*. The side of my mouth was very, very much drooled down.
So hot and intimate.
Wubbed it did I.
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You girls talked me into it! Here's the FINAL CHAPTER! :eyeroll

Part 4

At 4am James’ body rolled happily onto Kirk’s, his lover waking as James’ body motioned against his.

‘Hi’ James breathed, kissing Kirk’s chest. His mouth made several more gentle attempts to rouse Kirk from sleep. He groaned, his hands combing James’ blonde hair as he slid down his body, searching for his lover’s dick once more.

Kirk moaned as James warm mouth setting on his growing erection. Kirk moved his hips gently in persuasion feeling himself hardening in his friend’s mouth.

‘Oh god yeah!’ Kirk’s pleased cries told James he had woken to enjoy him. Kirk’s hands made to work himself up, but James dissuaded him.

‘Let me, please. I wanna make you come’ James whispered. Kirk’s ecstatic hands drew slowly away from himself, letting James’ mouth return to do the rest of the work. He just wanted to feel the friction.

‘James!’ Kirk gasped as he flicked from his friend’s mouth, his cock swollen and hard. Kirk knew he would come before it was all over if he didn’t tell his friend what he really wanted.
‘James I need you...’ he confessed. James’ face turned confused, his silent face asked Kirk the question.

‘James, would you let me?...I could show you...only if you want me to?’ Kirk stammered. The two men sat upright facing each other.

He knew it was inevitable that Kirk would want to fuck him too. Kirk thought he saw James’ face turning red, even with the little evening light there was in the bedroom.
James gulped deeply and spent Kirk a small nod.

‘You can lie down’ Kirk offered, his hands reaching to James’ shoulders and pushing him gently back to the mattress. Kirk noticed James’ body shivering.

‘Are you cold?’ he offered returning the blankets to his own back covering them both. Kirk knelt over his lover readying himself.

‘Stay warm’ Kirk whispered. James smiled, he felt cosy under the heavy blankets with Kirk and pleased that once more, Kirk would take care of him.

‘This might be strange at first’ Kirk began, ‘but I assure you, it gets better’ he explained. Kirk remembered his first time with Lars, it had hurt him alright, but his patience had been worth it. Kirk’s fingers tried to ready James, but he was tense and frightened still.

‘Kiss me’ Kirk breathed into his friend’s mouth, wanting to calm James. The rough warmth of Kirk’s mouth opened James to him, and Kirk tested him with his fingers once more.

‘Just try to relax’ he begged gently. James nodded, he was enjoying Kirk’s efforts and had warmed to trust him. When Kirk’s body focused on him once more, James knew he was ready to enter him. He winced at first, feeling a sharp pain and then a loving, deep sensation as Kirk moved carefully forwards.

‘Ooh that is good!’ James moaned, his mouth falling open. Kirk braced himself above his lover like he did his wife. James took in the sight of his lovers’ strong chest. He hardened at the sensation of Kirk’s own tight abdomen rubbing against his dick.

‘Tell me if I’m hurting you’ Kirk whispered. James’ face winced a little but he smiled, his mouth falling happily open.

‘It’s alright so far’ he panted. Kirk smiled and made for his lovers’ lips once more, this time, James responded eagerly, his tongue searching Kirk warmly and openly. Kirk panted back in affirmation of his friend’s bravery.

‘Wanna try on your knees?’ Kirk asked. He wanted desperately to come for his friend. James agreed, turning carefully and resting his hands on the bedhead. His face turned to see Kirk.
Kirk entered him faster than James imagined. He cried out momentarily.

‘Kirk! Fuck! Dude, that hurts!’ he yelled. Kirk stopped as his friend’s body buckled in surprise. He waited for James’ delayed reaction, he knew he would like it again soon enough.

‘Oaaargh!’ on his knees with Kirk paused, James felt the desire to have Kirk race for him once more.

‘It’s better when you relax’ Kirk explained patiently. He made a few small circles with his hips against James’ butt, and he felt his friend relax to his rhythm.

‘Shit yeah!’ James cried. Kirk grinned, exhaling a knowing breath.

‘Told ya!’ he whispered into his lover’s back.

Fit to burst, Kirk sped, the sound of his balls slapping against James made him horny and desperate. Kirk felt his own knees weaken as he came; James’ desperate cries echoing his as he did. Kirk withdrew, knowing James would be sore enough, he wanted to face James to be sure this had been a good idea after all. James’ body was frozen for a moment, he panted hard with his face concealed from Kirk. When he turned to face Kirk, his face was streaming. It had been Kirk’s fear: was it pity, was it shame?

‘Man!’ Kirk reached a hand to James’ neck to reassure him, and James held Kirk’s arm gently, his lips kissing Kirk’s hand in thanks. Kirk hoped the meaning of his tears was not as he feared.

‘I’m just sorry I waited so long’ James confessed, crying once more into his shoulder.

‘I wanted to be sure I loved my wife, but now...that was amazing!’ James confessed outloud, his face draining of colour.

‘That’s great!’ Kirk grinned, his face dropping back to concern.

‘I still love my wife’ Kirk continued. ‘It’s okay, man’ he explained. ‘It is what it is’ he shrugged.

‘I loved it’ James smiled.
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