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"Hey, Bones," Jim greets, sitting next to Leonard in the mess hall.
Leonard grunts his greeting back, focusing on his dinner. Jim, in contrast, ignores his dinner in favor of a popsicle, catching Leonard's attention when he lets out a little moan as he slides the sweet treat down his throat.
"Eat your dinner first, Jim," Leonard orders gruffly, unable to hear his eyes away from those pretty pink lips. Jim smirks in response, setting the popsicle stick down on his tray and shimmying underneath the table to unbelt Leonard's slacks and slip those dick-sucking lips right where they belonged.
Leonard startles awake, his sheets sticky from sweat and... something else.
"Goddammit Jim!" he moans into his pillow, cursing the fact that he's friends with that too-pretty sonavabitch.
***
Nyota imagines shoving the captain down to his knees and pressing that smug face with that smug smirk right against her crotch – bare, of course, underneath her too-short skirt. She would feel that smirk against her skin as those soft pink lips suckled...
Nyota snaps out of her fantasy. She knows she's been working too much when she starts to rely on thoughts of Jim Kirk to get her off...
***
"Just imagine him on his knees in front of you. He'd be good, you know - much better than me. Those pretty pink lips would take you in and just suck you right down to the back of his throat, and then he would swallow you whole," Hikaru whispers in Pavel's ear as he fucks his lover deep and slow into the mattress. "The captain blew me once - before he was the captain, of course. It was the best blow job I've ever gotten."
Pavel whimpers, imagining the captain on his knees before Hikaru. Hikaru continues whispering dirty, naughty tidbits about the captain into Pavel's ear until they both shudder in release, thoughts of the captain's lips at the forefront of their minds...
***
Scotty grips himself firmly, imagining those lips. The captain visited engineering today, and Scotty did his best not to be distracted by the way those lips moved as Kirk talked and smiled and flirted.
Scotty imagines holding that golden-blonde hair tightly, and just - pushing himself deeper and deeper. Kirk could take it, he knew - those lips were just made for sucking dick. He gasps as he comes all over his hand, wishing that Kirk was there to swallow it down.
***
Spock imagines his captain on his knees in front of him, those often-smirking lips puffy and pink as they wrap around his erection. He imagines the captain's blue eyes, his pupils blown in arousal as he swallows Spock down his throat and looks up at him coyly through his eyelashes.
Spock opens his eyes and looks down: the sight matches his imagination exactly. He threads his fingers through that mussed blonde hair and pulls his too-attractive t'hy'la up for a kiss before guiding Jim to his hands and knees.
After all, why settle for Jim's lips when he has - to quote his elder self - "The Finest Ass in the Federation" at his disposal?