The real party is in my pants but you are invited to the one in my fucking sickbay for starters

[sharpestscalpel]

Got a message from 'Fleet command today, looking for Pike and what the hell is he doing and blah blah Empire business blah.

Uhura handled it before Chekov could flub it. Those two are turning into a dangerous pair. I've had three castrations to, well, it ain't like you can re-attach that shit when it's been pulverized. Chekov does some dirty fucking work, man. Good kid.

Other than that, ain't nothing going down. I figured we'd be seeing hell and weird shit after that whole scene in the brig but Enterprise has been quiet lately and Kirk is hanging on just as tight as he can to keeping his breathing and his beating fucking heart inside his fucking body.

Time to bust out some music, I think. Make the nurses dance a bit. It ain't easy to shake your fucking ass to Tom Waits but that ain't exactly my fucking problem, now is it?

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[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Nice. I will hold you to that, Billcakes.

Bent over a goddamn desk with your face buried in a third man's pubes?

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

I'm a man of my word, doctor.

Any way you want me, baby. Provided the third man is not ugly.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Word, bond, all that?

What's your fancy> We got a bit of all sorts of trade though Pike is awful stingy with his calculator.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Definitely a man of my bond. Or yours, whatever.

I dunno, I'm kind of too new to this to specify a 'type'. I guess I could trust you to decide.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Billcakes, you do yoga?

You all that new? Didn't fucking realize. Well, I ain't as liable to share in that case. Don't want to waste all that new faggot smell. Too good.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

No, is it fun?

Oh, yeah, quite new. Well. It's been a few months. Only two men, though. How do you mean, 'new faggot smell'?

I totally object to being called a faggot, by the way. I am not gay.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Fun. And bendy.

That's pretty new to be as good as you look, Billy-boy.

Baby, I ain't judging your orientation. I figure labels are boring in that fucking regard. Turn of goddamn phrase referring to how eager for cock the new get to be. And how fucking delighted at certain new experiences. Though I'm sure your boy is working you over good.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

I'll have to check it out. Although I'm pretty bendy already.

Oh. Well, I am pretty delighted, but you'll have to get in quick if you want to give me a new experience. My boy, as you call him, is not new at this game.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I suspected you might be.

I believe we got side-tracked along the way somewhere. Weren't you saying dirty things to help inspire me to greatness or some shit? And my greatness, I mean orgasm?

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

You suspected right.

Was I? - oh, yeah, I was talking about how I like to have the back of my head held so you can deepthroat me properly and I can't move. I am also a big fan of being bitten at the nape of the neck while being fucked.

Incidentally, I am also a very skilled rider.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I'm a smart man that way.

Fuck, Billy-boy. Man can't just sit there under that sort of attention. You mind a bit of mouth-fucking? Before I pull you up by the hair to show me how you fucking post?

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

You are a doctor, after all.

Oh, no, I don't mind, I like mouth-fucking. And the rest. Anything that doesn't permanently damage me, I am willing to try.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Got the diploma on the wall.

No, baby, I think I'd keep you in tip-top condition. Be a shame to ruin you. Though I might turn you over my knee. Or keep you under my desk for lunch breaks.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good. Nice to have the official seal of approval on these things.

I'm not actually that small, you know. I don't know if I'd fit under your desk like some kind of pixie-boy. Not for long, anyway.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I got an official seal around here somewhere. clubbed it myself.

I got a very big desk, Billy-boy.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

...that's the kind of joke my dad used to tell. Just so you know.

Oh, really. That makes all the difference.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm serious. There was this thing on this planet... Long story.

One of these days, I am going to find a way to find out what you fucking sound like with my cock down your throat.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

...huh. Okay. That's marginally better than it being a bad joke.

Depends how far down you push it, I guess. If you get deep enough I won't be able to make any sound at all.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Fucking hell. Godddamn it, Billcakes. Now see, that sounds like a challenge. And if I didn't have to go fucking clean up a bit, I'd take it as one.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

I'll take that to mean I am even good on the internet.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I'd write you up a positive review.