"I can have a present. Got permission and everything." So, this is sort of an off-topic thing to love right at the beginning of all the hotness, but: I LOVE WINONA FOR THIS. A LOT.
George's voice slid under Chris's skin, crackling down his untouched nerves as if he could feel this all over his body, the pulse in his wrist hammering under George's hand. Just one of many incredibly delicious bits of sensual detail. I think I was especially fond of this one because of the synesthesia: I love the idea of *feeling* a sound, in a way that blurs the boundaries of how we like to compartmentalize our various senses and limit the pleasure that can be taken from the things that fall between them. I've found that my perception of extremely intense sensations often bleeds over into adjacent senses, so this line did a LOT in terms of pulling me into the story.
"Chris," he panted, his eyes opening slowly, his pupils blown black within thin blue rings. "Oh, God, Chris, why didn't you move?" dude. because . . . just LOOK at him like that, will you?!?!
George's answering smile was heartachingly sweet, and at least he sat as he ran his knuckles down from Chris's ear, along the line of his jaw and back again. Perhaps my fascination with Bruce Greenwood's Pike's jaw has been mentioned elsewhere? Yeah. That.
"No, I'm good." George's smile quirked up sideways. "Sorry I didn't fuck you." I'm forced to agree with this sentiment . . . ;)
" . . . We should have just enough time to get back here and see you get your Master's." Or, you know, maybe my tragic/heroic death COULD BE THE SUBJECT OF YOUR MASTER'S, EITHER ONE. *sob*
But! Onwards to the second part. he envisions Jim opening his fly with teeth alone, and doesn't doubt the boy knows how. See, now I'm already trying to make comments about heading for my bunk, and it's only, like, the fourth paragraph or something . . .
Jim is his own man, and the new captain of Pike's Enterprise. Oh, IDK, I just like this line a lot: maybe there's the idea that the only thing that can make Pike ok with losing his ship is the fact that Kirk has it. The idea of a protege surpassing a mentor is both bitter and triumphant for both of them, and it adds a lot of depth to the hotness, here.
Pike imagines Jim charming diplomats and smiling smoothly at alien leaders with this slick lush mouth, and his ripple of laughter breaks into a louder groan. Ok, now that? That is what VERY nice dreams are made of . . .
He needs air and more hands. And I love that his solution for this dilemma is: "Touch yourself," he breathes into Jim's ear, watching the outer curve flush red. "On my mark." with a little sidetrip for: He closes his lips around two fingers and sucks
*cue the incoherent flailing due to severe overexposure to unbelievable hotness*
Pike watches Jim's mouth move around his fingers for far longer than strictly necessary, sense-memory echoing down his half-burnt nerves . . . And this made a beautiful/bittersweet parallel to the sensory details bit I liked so much in the previous scene.
Jim presses his shaking open mouth just above Pike's collar, muffling himself against Pike's throat. and this deserves comment because it's just pure deliciousness.
And, finally: "Come on, you can follow my orders, can't you? I know you can do what I tell you. . ." Because who can talk dirty like nobody's business? Admiral Christopher Fucking Pike can, THAT'S who.
So, in summary: YAY FOR THIS FIC IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY :D :D :D :D
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HUGE GIANT COMMENT TO EMPHASIZE THE SEVERITY OF MY LOVE FOR THIS STORY
Date: 2009-07-09 04:40 am (UTC)So, this is sort of an off-topic thing to love right at the beginning of all the hotness, but: I LOVE WINONA FOR THIS. A LOT.
George's voice slid under Chris's skin, crackling down his untouched nerves as if he could feel this all over his body, the pulse in his wrist hammering under George's hand.
Just one of many incredibly delicious bits of sensual detail. I think I was especially fond of this one because of the synesthesia: I love the idea of *feeling* a sound, in a way that blurs the boundaries of how we like to compartmentalize our various senses and limit the pleasure that can be taken from the things that fall between them. I've found that my perception of extremely intense sensations often bleeds over into adjacent senses, so this line did a LOT in terms of pulling me into the story.
"Chris," he panted, his eyes opening slowly, his pupils blown black within thin blue rings. "Oh, God, Chris, why didn't you move?"
dude. because . . . just LOOK at him like that, will you?!?!
George's answering smile was heartachingly sweet, and at least he sat as he ran his knuckles down from Chris's ear, along the line of his jaw and back again.
Perhaps my fascination with
Bruce Greenwood'sPike's jaw has been mentioned elsewhere? Yeah. That."No, I'm good." George's smile quirked up sideways. "Sorry I didn't fuck you."
I'm forced to agree with this sentiment . . . ;)
" . . . We should have just enough time to get back here and see you get your Master's."
Or, you know, maybe my tragic/heroic death COULD BE THE SUBJECT OF YOUR MASTER'S, EITHER ONE. *sob*
But! Onwards to the second part.
he envisions Jim opening his fly with teeth alone, and doesn't doubt the boy knows how.
See, now I'm already trying to make comments about heading for my bunk, and it's only, like, the fourth paragraph or something . . .
Jim is his own man, and the new captain of Pike's Enterprise.
Oh, IDK, I just like this line a lot: maybe there's the idea that the only thing that can make Pike ok with losing his ship is the fact that Kirk has it. The idea of a protege surpassing a mentor is both bitter and triumphant for both of them, and it adds a lot of depth to the hotness, here.
Pike imagines Jim charming diplomats and smiling smoothly at alien leaders with this slick lush mouth, and his ripple of laughter breaks into a louder groan.
Ok, now that? That is what VERY nice dreams are made of . . .
He needs air and more hands.
And I love that his solution for this dilemma is:
"Touch yourself," he breathes into Jim's ear, watching the outer curve flush red. "On my mark."
with a little sidetrip for:
He closes his lips around two fingers and sucks
*cue the incoherent flailing due to severe overexposure to unbelievable hotness*
Pike watches Jim's mouth move around his fingers for far longer than strictly necessary, sense-memory echoing down his half-burnt nerves . . .
And this made a beautiful/bittersweet parallel to the sensory details bit I liked so much in the previous scene.
Jim presses his shaking open mouth just above Pike's collar, muffling himself against Pike's throat.
and this deserves comment because it's just pure deliciousness.
And, finally:
"Come on, you can follow my orders, can't you? I know you can do what I tell you. . ."
Because who can talk dirty like nobody's business? Admiral Christopher Fucking Pike can, THAT'S who.
So, in summary: YAY FOR THIS FIC IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY :D :D :D :D