One hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose - [Kirk, McCoy]

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Kirk had not been gone long. But he hoped, hurrying (for a certain measure of "hurrying") back to McCoy's rooms, that he would return before McCoy did. Unless the doctor needed to for some unforeseen reason, or to check on him, he should be in time. Shift was not over yet. In fact, Kirk would have some time to eat something and relax and not be

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It was like all the fucking morons had waited for him to come back on shift. McCoy was in a foul mood - almost as foul as Sulu's rotten flesh smelled. Fucking Sulu. What an asshole.

McCoy glared at Kirk just because he was there - the probes had reported Kirk's absence. Would the little bastard tell him? Did Kirk think he could hide anything?

His footsteps were heavy - not quite stomping but he hadn't thrown an actual tantrum since he was goddamn 3 years old - as he headed for the closet to strip out of his filthy uniform. He grabbed at clothes haphazardly and glared some more before he headed for the shower.

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McCoy was angry.

But curiously, Kirk had found him more intimidating when his irritation had been less overt. This sort of anger was much less dangerous. It was visible, predictable. Kirk knew whence it came and though external, it had not yet been directed at him.

He was going to tell him--he could not keep it, and didn't want to--but there was a slight pleasure in McCoy waiting for once. Maybe he should have his shower first.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asked.

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The question caught him off-guard. No one had asked him that since he and Jos had split.

It was surprisingly nice. Not that he'd fucking acknowledge it. Kirk'd get cocky. More cocky. Asshole.

"Fried fucking chicken."

It was too damn bad the doors didn't slam.

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It was, of course, his cockiness that contributed to his ability to ask questions like that, but the startled look and McCoy's abrupt departure told him he'd gained a little ground. He was feeling more himself. A shattered, inept version, but that hadn't ever stopped him before.

He waited for the shower to start, continuing his perusal of the computer and learning only that Uhura had spoken the truth, that no one was willing to associate with him anymore, and that a cheap Rigellian supplement could make his dick capable of pleasuring him/her/it ALL NITE LONG.

"Fuck you," he said to the terminal, and went to order up the chicken, potatoes, and corn.

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The shower calmed him - running water always calmed him. Something about it washed everything away - and that included on the goddamn metaphorical level.

By the time he was finished, McCoy felt almost mellow, enough that his stomach was asserting itself. Fried chicken was a favorite. If Kirk had replicated some, McCoy might even find it in himself to say goddamn thank you. Maybe.

He toweled off but the prospect of putting on his clothes in the damp air was not inspiring. And it'd be good for Kirk to see him, maybe. A little test of just what the kid might finally be noticing. It had thrown the man for a loop the other night after Chapel - and McCoy wanted Kirk to be comfortable, after all. McCoy tucked the towel around himself and re-entered the bedroom.

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McCoy's entrance caught Kirk's attention, drawing it up from the table where he was setting down the food. He didn't look away quickly enough for his own comfort, eyes lingering unconsciously and his brain suggesting a connection to that other night. The kiss he'd tried not to think about, and been mostly successful at

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McCoy let Kirk get his fucking eyeful then shoved his long legs into pants. He pulled a soft tshirt on over his head on his way to the table.

Fried chicken - but also corn and potatoes. Kirk was looking goddamn downright shitting domestic, setting the table for them both. It was... It was still fucking nice. Fucker.

McCoy arched his eyebrow, outwardly curious. Kirk was going to just fucking come right out with it? That was damn unexpected. The kid was... McCoy wasn't entirely sure what the kid was up to.

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Kirk wouldn't have said he was going to come right out with it. Not exactly. He sat, his stomach raging at him to eat, goddammit, but he waited a moment, allowing himself to pick up a piece of chicken without devouring it immediately.

"I know where we're going."

And then he took a bite, letting the flavor tease his tongue as he watched McCoy.

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The remainder of McCoy's edgy energy found a focus. He studied Kirk, watched him chew for a minute, before taking his own seat.

"Really? How'd you go about doing that?" If the kid was going to play it casual, McCoy would goddamn oblige. At least until he got his shitting questions answered.

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Of course, McCoy didn't ask where; that mattered less, or so he thought, than what Kirk had been up to. He swallowed.

"I also know that Chekov is Uhura's new lapdog, though I don't think he's getting a good deal; that Uhura thinks I'm dangerous enough to suppress her fucking gag reflex to look at me; and that she's desperate to know what I'm up to and has no idea."

He watched McCoy carefully for some sign of retribution. He knew he'd given nothing away, but last time he'd spoken out of turn he'd gotten M'Benga cock shoved down his throat. Though even that hadn't ended too badly.

"It'll get cold."

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Mccoy's gaze was steady. But he picked up his chicken and started eating, strong white teeth gleaming in the... had Kirk lowered the fucking lights?

He wasn't mad though - this was interesting. He'd figure out what Kirk was playing and then they'd just have a little talk about not shitting around when it came to sharing information. The tease was intriguing, though, McCoy had to admit.

"I reckon you headed out of here almost as soon as I was gone - I got my ways of monitoring the situation. You must've had some meeting with Uhura - and I also reckon it went pretty well from your demeanor right now, all cat with a goddamn canary testing the air quality of your gullet." He paused to sip at the goddamn ice tea that Kirk had had replicated. Goddamn. "What I can't figure is why you think playing me with the preview is a good idea when I am primarily interested in the main feature, that being your information."

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'Because it was fun' didn't seem like the thing to say, but Kirk had precious little fun these days. In fact, the sum total of pleasurable experiences of late had been isolated to food, hot water, and uninterrupted sleep.

Besides. McCoy hadn't asked for his information.

"Earth," he said, because he felt no need to push further. "We're going to Earth. Slowly. Thinks she's winning my trust with that little tidbit, like I can't coax it out of the computer, but I confirmed it. They've already changed course."

He washed down potatoes with some iced tea. This was downright civilized. He wasn't sure what had come over him, though it seemed to be working.

"Uhura messaged me as soon as you left--was waiting for your shift to start, no doubt. She's scared."

He didn't protest that he hadn't given anything away--McCoy hadn't asked, and they both knew that whether he had or not it was fucking stupid.

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McCoy mulled this over around a generous bite of potatoes. He did enjoy his food.

"Scared? Of me or you?"

Earth - he'd fucking known that cunt Empress would send them back to Earth. And Jos.

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Kirk shrugged, thin shoulders sliding under the material of his shirt.

"Hard to say." If he had to guess, he'd guess that she thought he was pulling McCoy's strings, but that was a dangerous thing to admit to the man himself. And it was only a hunch. Kirk wasn't sure yet whether to trust those, after Spock and Pike. "Either way, she wants me turned against you, even if it means letting me fuck her, which I can tell you she seemed a sight less interested in than usual."

There was a hint of bitterness there but triumph, too, at the discovery of his own perverse advantage.

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"You got plans in that regard?" Kirk could fuck her even if his dick wasn't working - and there was no fucking medical reason for it not to work. McCoy was a patient man but if it came down to it, he'd prove it himself. The starved lines of Kirk's body weren't going to last forever and while Kirk was a good-looking man in any condition, it'd be a damn shame to let this pass.

McCoy deliberately did not dwell on how the conversation between them flowed more easily than most conversations he had, how the dinner on the table made him feel like his quarters weren't entirely empty. It was a goddamn issue.

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Jim stared at him with hooded, haunted eyes for a moment, wondering if he was teasing. Sticking his nose in it.

Then he snorted. What difference did it make? If Uhura couldn't get a rise out of him, why let McCoy? "Fuck no," he said. "She's a bitch with no loyalty whatsoever and fucking full of herself on top of it. Don't see how it's to my advantage." He didn't even want her. Even if he could have her in some way that wasn't her working him over for her own pleasure.