FIC: Home For The Night
Title: Home For The Night
Fandom: Star Trek (XI)
Rating: G
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word count: 642
Summary: Jim can't sleep in his quarters, so he heads home instead.
Warnings: PWP, fluff to a high degree, sap, shortness.
Notes: This little drabble was written as part of a gift for classmspectre, whose birthday is today. :3 The main piece of your gift will be up momentarily, bb!
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“Where thou art, that is home.” -Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
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McCoy woke slowly to a warm, familiar presence against his back, gentle breaths of air puffing close to his shoulder.
He grinned to himself. This was becoming a frequent occurrence.
“You know you have your own quarters for a reason, Jim.”
“Gets lonely,” came the muffled, sleepy answer. McCoy being awake was obviously the cue Jim had been waiting for - he scooted closer until his chest grazed the older man’s back and the tip of his nose tickled the nape of his neck. McCoy let the now closer heat seep into his skin before he let his eyes start to droop once more.
“We should room together again.”
McCoy snorted. “Did you even hear what I just said?”
“Did you?” Jim countered, a smile in his voice. A hand slid up between McCoy’s shoulder blades and proceeded to scratch his back between the thin material of his sleeping shirt. An involuntary groan escaped the doctor’s mouth and he reflexively arched against the contact. Jim chuckled behind him. “See? Perks like this when you’re up, you never have to worry about sleeping in too late… It’ll be just like at the academy.”
McCoy forced himself out of his blissful state in order to turn over and face Jim - or what he could see of him in his darkened room - who pulled his hand back and propped it under his cheek. “We’ve only been out here for a month, Jim,” he said, stifling a yawn, “and the captain’s quarters are the captain’s quarters - it’s not like you can just up and leave ‘em.”
“No, I know, see? That’s why you can move in with me. It works out great because my quarters are even closer to sickbay than yours are by a few decks; in an emergency you wouldn’t have to go as far. Hell, the captain’s quarters are close to a bunch of places. That’s a first-class benefit, Bones!”
McCoy laughed quietly at how animated Jim had become with the topic, no longer the groggy captain he’d been just minutes before. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”
“Yup.”
McCoy’s smile sobered just slightly and his eyes softened as he pondered momentarily.
“What about Spock?”
Jim was silent for a moment, probably blinking. “What about him?”
“I thought you two were getting along pretty well now. Aren’t the hobgoblin’s quarters close to yours? You could always go bother him when you get lonely, I’m sure he’d love that.”
The younger man snorted a soft laugh. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, we’re getting along great. I really like him, but…” Jim shrugged halfheartedly. “He’s not you, Bones.”
Knowing it would probably embarrass Jim a little if he got too mushy at such an early hour, McCoy instead made a show of thinking over Jim’s words. He reached up and ruffled the blonde hair.
“How about I sleep on it?”
Jim smiled, this one visible even in the darkened conditions. “Works for me. The way I see it, you either room with me again or I keep sneaking into your bed every night.”
McCoy blinked. “Every night? Wait, how long exactly have you-”
“Night, Bones!” Jim suddenly dove back down into the covers, snuggling himself up nice and cozy against McCoy’s side and draping an arm over his waist. In practically no time Jim had buried his face into the juncture of the older man’s neck and shoulder and was breathing slowly and deeply.
McCoy shook his head against his pillow but let his arm come up to cover Jim’s shoulder. “Just like at the academy” indeed, and yet they’d grown so much in the time since then…
A pleasant train of thoughts now working through the front of his mind, McCoy got comfortable again, letting Jim sag further into him.
“G’night, Jim.” A hazy murmur tickled his throat, and McCoy drifted back to sleep.
Fandom: Star Trek (XI)
Rating: G
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word count: 642
Summary: Jim can't sleep in his quarters, so he heads home instead.
Warnings: PWP, fluff to a high degree, sap, shortness.
Notes: This little drabble was written as part of a gift for classmspectre, whose birthday is today. :3 The main piece of your gift will be up momentarily, bb!
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“Where thou art, that is home.” -Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
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McCoy woke slowly to a warm, familiar presence against his back, gentle breaths of air puffing close to his shoulder.
He grinned to himself. This was becoming a frequent occurrence.
“You know you have your own quarters for a reason, Jim.”
“Gets lonely,” came the muffled, sleepy answer. McCoy being awake was obviously the cue Jim had been waiting for - he scooted closer until his chest grazed the older man’s back and the tip of his nose tickled the nape of his neck. McCoy let the now closer heat seep into his skin before he let his eyes start to droop once more.
“We should room together again.”
McCoy snorted. “Did you even hear what I just said?”
“Did you?” Jim countered, a smile in his voice. A hand slid up between McCoy’s shoulder blades and proceeded to scratch his back between the thin material of his sleeping shirt. An involuntary groan escaped the doctor’s mouth and he reflexively arched against the contact. Jim chuckled behind him. “See? Perks like this when you’re up, you never have to worry about sleeping in too late… It’ll be just like at the academy.”
McCoy forced himself out of his blissful state in order to turn over and face Jim - or what he could see of him in his darkened room - who pulled his hand back and propped it under his cheek. “We’ve only been out here for a month, Jim,” he said, stifling a yawn, “and the captain’s quarters are the captain’s quarters - it’s not like you can just up and leave ‘em.”
“No, I know, see? That’s why you can move in with me. It works out great because my quarters are even closer to sickbay than yours are by a few decks; in an emergency you wouldn’t have to go as far. Hell, the captain’s quarters are close to a bunch of places. That’s a first-class benefit, Bones!”
McCoy laughed quietly at how animated Jim had become with the topic, no longer the groggy captain he’d been just minutes before. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”
“Yup.”
McCoy’s smile sobered just slightly and his eyes softened as he pondered momentarily.
“What about Spock?”
Jim was silent for a moment, probably blinking. “What about him?”
“I thought you two were getting along pretty well now. Aren’t the hobgoblin’s quarters close to yours? You could always go bother him when you get lonely, I’m sure he’d love that.”
The younger man snorted a soft laugh. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, we’re getting along great. I really like him, but…” Jim shrugged halfheartedly. “He’s not you, Bones.”
Knowing it would probably embarrass Jim a little if he got too mushy at such an early hour, McCoy instead made a show of thinking over Jim’s words. He reached up and ruffled the blonde hair.
“How about I sleep on it?”
Jim smiled, this one visible even in the darkened conditions. “Works for me. The way I see it, you either room with me again or I keep sneaking into your bed every night.”
McCoy blinked. “Every night? Wait, how long exactly have you-”
“Night, Bones!” Jim suddenly dove back down into the covers, snuggling himself up nice and cozy against McCoy’s side and draping an arm over his waist. In practically no time Jim had buried his face into the juncture of the older man’s neck and shoulder and was breathing slowly and deeply.
McCoy shook his head against his pillow but let his arm come up to cover Jim’s shoulder. “Just like at the academy” indeed, and yet they’d grown so much in the time since then…
A pleasant train of thoughts now working through the front of his mind, McCoy got comfortable again, letting Jim sag further into him.
“G’night, Jim.” A hazy murmur tickled his throat, and McCoy drifted back to sleep.