Until the Stars Fall From the Sky 1/2
anonymous
August 18 2010, 22:45:30 UTC
He tasted like Ghirardelli’s Chocolates and Jack Daniel’s Whiskey and felt like soft butter and warm ocean current. Jim slipped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, tasting their shared dessert in the deepest, warmest corners of his pliant mouth. Jim smiled against those oh-so-fucking-soft lips and purred in ecstasy. But when Jim pressed his body closer and slipped his other hand down to the hem of a blue uniform shirt, the soft lips suddenly stiffened and closed, and a pair of hands appeared at his chest, pressing him away from the warmth and soft and sweet. Jim sighed and let himself be pushed back. He didn’t bother to ask what the problem was, he just slid back in his seat and waited for the rambling apology-slash-lecture to start.
“Jim,” and here it comes, “listen, I don’t think we should… I know, you’ve been patient, and I love you for it, I really do, but the alcohol… I just don’t think we should go down that road, not like this.”
Jim stood and began gathering dishes. “Lights.” He took them to the refresher and dumped them down, heedless of the clatter of the more fragile pieces.
“Jim, please, I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. I -I love you.”
Jim got down on all fours and began digging around under the bed. He pulled out one boot, then the other.
“Jim, what the hell are your boots doing under the damn bed? Two years in command of the Federation flagship and you still keep your room like a pigsty!”
Jim sat on the floor and toed each boot on, stabbing his foot through each of them like a hot knife through a block of cold cream cheese. His tired feet began to throb at the injustice of being forced back into work shoes, but Jim ignored it. Jim ignored a lot of things.
“Jim?”
Jim got to his feet, sniffed his shirt, decided it too smelled like chocolate and whiskey, and yanked it over his head. He tossed that down the refresher chute as well, before grabbing a fresh shirt from his drawer.
“Jim, you’ve been on Halcore all day, you’re covered in alien grime, aren’t you even gonna shower before-”
“Shut the fuck up, McCoy.”
The silence was as brittle as the kiss had been soft. Jim went to the mirror, raked his fingers through his hair, got it to lay in the general direction that his crew was used to seeing, and went to the door. He paused in the open doorway, and said to no one in particular, “I don’t want anyone in my goddamn quarters when I get back.” And then he left.
“Jim,” and here it comes, “listen, I don’t think we should… I know, you’ve been patient, and I love you for it, I really do, but the alcohol… I just don’t think we should go down that road, not like this.”
Jim stood and began gathering dishes. “Lights.” He took them to the refresher and dumped them down, heedless of the clatter of the more fragile pieces.
“Jim, please, I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. I -I love you.”
Jim got down on all fours and began digging around under the bed. He pulled out one boot, then the other.
“Jim, what the hell are your boots doing under the damn bed? Two years in command of the Federation flagship and you still keep your room like a pigsty!”
Jim sat on the floor and toed each boot on, stabbing his foot through each of them like a hot knife through a block of cold cream cheese. His tired feet began to throb at the injustice of being forced back into work shoes, but Jim ignored it. Jim ignored a lot of things.
“Jim?”
Jim got to his feet, sniffed his shirt, decided it too smelled like chocolate and whiskey, and yanked it over his head. He tossed that down the refresher chute as well, before grabbing a fresh shirt from his drawer.
“Jim, you’ve been on Halcore all day, you’re covered in alien grime, aren’t you even gonna shower before-”
“Shut the fuck up, McCoy.”
The silence was as brittle as the kiss had been soft. Jim went to the mirror, raked his fingers through his hair, got it to lay in the general direction that his crew was used to seeing, and went to the door. He paused in the open doorway, and said to no one in particular, “I don’t want anyone in my goddamn quarters when I get back.” And then he left.
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