RPF, When You Were Young, PG Shatner/Nimoy
Title: When You Were Young
Rating: PG (What?? No, really!!)
Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own them, because they own each other. Just having some, er, fun?
Word Count: 236
A/N: Someone on the trek_rpf_kink meme asked for Shatner/Nimoy during the filming of The Voyage Home, and this came out. I was listening to The Killers' When You Were Young, blame them. Or someone. This is an angsty little bunny just worming it's way out of my mind, and allowing the men who shaped Kirk and Spock to think back on things that have been.
It’s not going to happen again, it can’t happen again. They’re older, wiser; the indiscretion of their youth well behind them, the insatiable urge to touch, mark and kiss gone years ago, giving way to life and all the reality that comes with it.
The magnetic pull won’t be there, the attraction between polar opposites having been a novelty, something to pass the time. There will be no appreciative looks, no sizing up or down, upper middle age having claimed most of their youthful charm and outward beauty.
They’ll work, they’ll film. Leonard will be busy, directing and acting and won’t have the time, shouldn’t have the time to do whatever it was they used to do. Bill won’t ask him for the time, won’t want the time to do whatever it is they shouldn’t be doing. They won’t share a meal after a long day, a drink after a long night or a bed after that.
They don’t need it, not anymore; don’t need each other or this, this thing that’s always hung between them. They don’t want it, shouldn’t want it, not like they used to.
Shouldn’t. Couldn’t. Can’t. Won’t. Not this time. Not now. Not again he thinks as elegant fingers brush lightly against his. Older. Wiser. Too busy. Too much he says as lips brush against his.
Rating: PG (What?? No, really!!)
Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own them, because they own each other. Just having some, er, fun?
Word Count: 236
A/N: Someone on the trek_rpf_kink meme asked for Shatner/Nimoy during the filming of The Voyage Home, and this came out. I was listening to The Killers' When You Were Young, blame them. Or someone. This is an angsty little bunny just worming it's way out of my mind, and allowing the men who shaped Kirk and Spock to think back on things that have been.
It’s not going to happen again, it can’t happen again. They’re older, wiser; the indiscretion of their youth well behind them, the insatiable urge to touch, mark and kiss gone years ago, giving way to life and all the reality that comes with it.
The magnetic pull won’t be there, the attraction between polar opposites having been a novelty, something to pass the time. There will be no appreciative looks, no sizing up or down, upper middle age having claimed most of their youthful charm and outward beauty.
They’ll work, they’ll film. Leonard will be busy, directing and acting and won’t have the time, shouldn’t have the time to do whatever it was they used to do. Bill won’t ask him for the time, won’t want the time to do whatever it is they shouldn’t be doing. They won’t share a meal after a long day, a drink after a long night or a bed after that.
They don’t need it, not anymore; don’t need each other or this, this thing that’s always hung between them. They don’t want it, shouldn’t want it, not like they used to.
Shouldn’t. Couldn’t. Can’t. Won’t. Not this time. Not now. Not again he thinks as elegant fingers brush lightly against his. Older. Wiser. Too busy. Too much he says as lips brush against his.