Polyvore One Shots

Desert Hooker

This was inspired by the tags on this tumblr post. I can only apologise.  http://wassamattaualtair.tumblr.com/post/73952982782/warpspeedingticket-kagschann

Jim laid back on the hood of the silvery-white car, hot to the touch but not burning. He tilted his head back, allowing the desert sun to warm his whole body. People were always surprised that he managed this wearing leather trousers. They weren't uncomfortable, he was too used to them for that, but the sleeveless top he had on was starting to irritate him. There was such a thing as too much black, no matter how slim it made a person look. Jim could feel the heat prickling his already-tanned skin, see light through his closed eye-lids and it only served as a reminder of how much longer he would be here for. The dreadful company only eased when a customer came, always choosing Pavel with his innocent eyes, or Hikaru with his lean body. Jim was only grateful he could be left alone for a while longer. He knew his job, he liked it. However his own company had always been something he craved. 

It must have been half an hour later before he was nudged out of his relaxation. The sweat on his skin was dry and his muscles were stiff; the sun was draining without having to work at all. It was Pavel who had nudged him, Pavel who was telling him their were customers coming, but Jim wasn't really paying attention. Pavel's eyes looked tired but he was talking non-stop as ever. "Hey, Pav?" Jim interrupted. 

"Yeah?" the boy (Jim was never really sure if he should call him a boy. It made him sound too young for this work, but he was only 18) asked.

"Shhh, they're coming this way." Pavel looked over and shut up instantly. Jim leant back against the car, his shirt hitched up slightly to show the tanned skin of his hip, and his arms back, muscles obvious. Pavel stood next to him, casually disinterested, and Hikaru was sat in the back of the car, the door open. Jim couldn't help but shake his head at this charade.

A tall, strong-shouldered walked up to the car, looking over all three of them silently. He had dark hair and dark eyes, there was stubble on his cheeks and his lips were cracked. He didn't seem threatening, but he didn't look overly kind either.

"So which one of you is best at you jobs?" he said outright, standing, legs spread in front of them.

"Well isn't that sexy," Jim replied sarcastically, not looking at the man.

"What? The southern drawl?" The man was right, he did have quite the accent, and it was sexy as hell, but no, that's not what Jim had meant.

"No. Your approach to picking us up." Jim turned away from his view of the hazy horizon.

"Oh honey," the stranger replied, shaking his head as he stepped over to Jim, "I don't have to pick you up. I just have to pay you."

"You make it sound like a good thing," Jim quipped. He could see Pavel out of the corner of his eye, a worried look on his little face, but Jim just stared straight at the man, determined to see this through. Through to what, he didn't know and didn't much care. There was a long pause before he got a reply, but Jim was looking into the brown eyes as deep as they were looking into his blue. 

"What do I call you?"

"Uh-uh," Jim said straight out, which probably would be a mistake with most customers, "You're gonna have to work for my name."

"Hm. Do you normally treat customers like this?"

Why? Hoping you're a special case?"

"...Come with me." Jim could have kept up the act but what the hell, the guy was sexy and Jim was curious. He followed as the dark haired man led him away from the car and his friends, over the slight hill behind them and further. The muscles in the man's back stood out at they walked, his tight grey top verging on too tight, but it would not matter soon. They were walking for probably five minutes before the guy turned back to him. "Come here." Jim was ordered to stand right in front of him. He did as told. "I have work for your name, huh?" Jim only smirked. "I'll tell you what I think. I think you're insubordinate. You just need to be taught a little obedience."

"You wouldn't be the first to try." Jim was pushed down onto his knees, as if that was a first, and his hands went straight to the man's thighs, stroking up and down. He looked up, the smirk still on his face. "I don't even know your name."

"You don't need to."

"Please? Considering..." Jim nuzzled his cheek against the man's groin. He got no reaction. "I am going to need something to scream as you fuck me." That made the corner of the man's mouth curl up slightly, it could almost be counted as a smile.

"Bones then."

"Hmm. Bones." And that was the last thing Jim said for a long time. 

He had been right about the muscles and the shirt. It was thrown off quickly, just as his own was, and his trousers pulled down his thighs, just enough so that Jim could get to him. Bones' grip was strong in his hair, and when he pulled Jim up to kiss him, full and filthy, Jim could swear it was the only thing holding him up. 

He was also right about needing something to scream. He had never been so sensitive in his life, so aware of every touch. Bones held his hips hard enough to bruise, and it felt so good, he kissed rough and bit at Jim's collar bone, and the scratch of his stubble made him forget about the sand scraping his back. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt, a moan, a half-silenced whimper, and Jim didn't care that it was him sounding so desperate. He came untouched. Bones lay over him, catching his breath, and Jim could feel his pounding heart. In a moment of weakness, when Jim was going to tell Bones his name was Tiberius, he accidently said "Jim Kirk." And in his head, when he thought 'Pleasure's all yours'  what came out was 'mine'.

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