[ LOCKED ] The Odd Couple

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The door slammed maybe a bit to loudly as Kirk entered the dorm space he had been sharing with one Malcolm Reed for the better part of a year. Out of deeply ingrained habit he slipped out of his shoes by the door and kicked them to the side, coming around the partition into the main living space. The zipper of of his uniform went down next, casually tossing it onto his bed, though it hung off the side like a distressed damsel.

Naked from the waist up he threw open the doors to his closet, humming some song or another under his breath as he flicking through the various shirts he owned that were nice enough to require hangars. Was it going to be that kind of party? Stacy hadn't really said, but Stacy being Stacy, well, she'd like the button ups...

"Hey, don't throw the top lock tonight," he said over his shoulder to his roommate. "I don't know when I'll be back. Might want to put your ear plugs in too, just in case."

His warning given, he went back to perusing his shirts - not that he had that many to choose from, but hey, a guy had to be stylish.

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There are rules in Starfleet, rules regarding fraternization. But they aren't officers yet. They're just cadets in school. Same rank, technically. Nothing wrong with having a little fun. It's just going to be a matter of how they see each other in the morning.

How they see each other now, well, that was another matter entirely. Jim certainly was eager to take the initiative, Malcolm so hesitant to. He could stop this, if he wanted to. But hips, strips of bare skin, lips on lips? Jim made a compelling argument. He kissed back, a little eager to try out this new experience, and ran his hands up Jim's back, dragging fabric up along the way.

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Star Fleet had to know there wasn't going to be a good way to stop cadets from getting in each other's pants if they really wanted. It would take more effort than they wanted to put into it, and if the students performed well what was the harm? Once they were on a ship they could be more strict about it - or let the Captains be strict.

So there was definitely nothing wrong with having a little fun. Or lots of it.

Jim arched up and bent his head, arms lifting up so that Malcolm could drag his shirt off him. He shook his head, smoothing his head before tugging up Malcolm's. His lips spread in a lazy version of his usual grin, eyes burning like twin stars as he leaned down to kiss him again, tongue sliding past his lips to sweep through his mouth, tasting him. Hands slid across newly naked skin, scraping with his nails, drawing slow circles around the halo of his nipples.

"You want this, right?" he asked between kisses, the thought suddenly occurring to his less than logically inclined brain.

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It's an odd question, though not out of place, to be bringing up right then. With their shirts off and mouths tangled up in one another, with fingers and nails teasing at his skin, and a shudder of unexpected delight to the particular attention at his chest.

He could end this at any time, so the fact that they were still going should have been answer enough. Was he nervous? Extraordinarily so. Was he going to stop? Not now. "Keep going."

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A purr flowed past his lips, leaning down to suck at Malcolm's lip before moving further down. He bit along the length of his neck, finding his collarbone. He bit at the edge of it, sucking hard, worrying the skin between his teeth to leave a path of red across his chest. His fingers rolled Malcolm's nipples between them, rubbing with his thumb before pinching the bud sharply.

"You're damn sexy, did you know that?" he breathed against the reddened skin, his hips grinding sharply into Malcolm, his jeans feeling uncomfortably tight now, the bulge of his arousal obvious.