6 Kirk/McCoy Drabbles
Hosted my final drabble challenge at team_jones this weekend. Something tells me the next time I'm itching to drabble, I'll do that ABC prompting writing meme that I did this time last year. Someone talk me out of it! :P
A lot of these are oddly fluffy... I have no idea why.
Kirk/McCoy
100 words
Prompts: rapid, strip, mix
Watching Jim strip, his rapid removal of clothing, isn't sexy despite the snow outside reflecting the moonlight onto Jim's skin. His limbs are held close to his body, teeth chattering, as Jim slips under the blankets, immediately clinging to Leonard in search of warmth.
"This is your own damn fault," Leonard huffs, wincing at icy feet. "Let's mix it up, Bones, you said."
The tip of Jim's nose is pressed against Leonard's neck. "How was I supposed to know we'd lose power?" He nestles even tighter. "It's not all bad, is it?"
No, Leonard admits, holding Jim close, it isn't.
+
Kirk/McCoy
100 words
Modern AU
Prompts: cooking, suiting, introduce
Jim contemplates drinking the cooking wine, trying not to look too pained, when he asks, "Is that what you're wearing?" Not that Bones looks bad in jeans and a T-shirt, but still.
Bones rolls his eyes. "It's your mother, Jim, not the president, even if all this food you've made seems suiting for the inaugural ball."
Jim turns away from stirring the pasta sauce. "I can't introduce you to my mother wearing that. She barely tolerates me; I want her to like you."
"I'll put on a button-down," Bones sighs.
"The green one!" Jim calls, turning back to the stove.
+
Kirk, McCoy (with bonus Sulu and Scotty)
100 words
Prompts: best, mankind, angle
Leonard was irate, forced to get Jim, Scott, and Sulu out of the drunk tank at ass o'clock in the morning.
"Where the hell are your clothes?" Leonard asked upon seeing the trio in their underwear.
"Busted," Sulu giggled on the floor. Leonard didn't have the best angle, but was that henna disappearing under his boxers?
He didn't register Jim moving until he was standing right in front of Leonard, trying to press against him through the bars. "O but we dreamed to mend whatever mischief seemed to afflict mankind, eh, Bones?"
Count on Jim to recite Yeats while drunk.
+
Kirk/McCoy (BFFy or slash)
100 words
Prompts: active, drum, fuse
The more days that passed, the harder it became for Jim to drum up some optimism. He tried anyway, despite knowing that Bones could see right through him.
Their communicators broke in the crash, but Bones' tricorder was still active, so they'd been trying to fuse its wiring to one of the communicators; all they needed was power restored for a moment to give off a signal.
"You're never coming on an away mission again, are you?"
"I'd rather be stranded on some dank hellhole with you than on the ship worrying."
Bones' admission made Jim's confidence feel less forced.
+
Kirk/McCoy (also BFFy or slash)
100 words
Prompts: weak, closing, led
The pulse under his fingertips was weak, thready. It hadn't been there at all, though, when Jim materialized in sickbay, torso nearly shredded by the Klingons that he'd diverted, led away from the science team.
"Bones?" Jim mumbled, eyes opening then closing, completely exhausted.
"Everyone's okay," was Leonard's reply, the except for you left hanging in the air between them. "You need to rest."
Jim twisted his hand to hold Leonard's. "Okay," he sighed.
The complete lack of argument worried Leonard the most as he administered the sedative, waiting for it to take effect before setting up the tissue regenerators.
+
Kirk/McCoy
100 words
NC-17
Prompts: ineffective, decoding, censor
Jim isn't surprised, really. Bones doesn't censor himself normally, so why would he during sex?
"You like that, don't you, Jim?" Bones asks, decoding Jim's flushed skin with his mouth, his lips and tongue branding their way down his chest and stomach. "Fuck, darlin', you taste so good."
Jim arches his hips when Bones breathes against his cock, but it's ineffective as those strong hands and long fingers pin him against the bed.
"You gotta tell me what you want, Jim."
Jim groans as Bones sucks on his inner thigh. "Blow me."
"That's a good boy," Bones drawls before obliging.
A lot of these are oddly fluffy... I have no idea why.
Kirk/McCoy
100 words
Prompts: rapid, strip, mix
Watching Jim strip, his rapid removal of clothing, isn't sexy despite the snow outside reflecting the moonlight onto Jim's skin. His limbs are held close to his body, teeth chattering, as Jim slips under the blankets, immediately clinging to Leonard in search of warmth.
"This is your own damn fault," Leonard huffs, wincing at icy feet. "Let's mix it up, Bones, you said."
The tip of Jim's nose is pressed against Leonard's neck. "How was I supposed to know we'd lose power?" He nestles even tighter. "It's not all bad, is it?"
No, Leonard admits, holding Jim close, it isn't.
+
Kirk/McCoy
100 words
Modern AU
Prompts: cooking, suiting, introduce
Jim contemplates drinking the cooking wine, trying not to look too pained, when he asks, "Is that what you're wearing?" Not that Bones looks bad in jeans and a T-shirt, but still.
Bones rolls his eyes. "It's your mother, Jim, not the president, even if all this food you've made seems suiting for the inaugural ball."
Jim turns away from stirring the pasta sauce. "I can't introduce you to my mother wearing that. She barely tolerates me; I want her to like you."
"I'll put on a button-down," Bones sighs.
"The green one!" Jim calls, turning back to the stove.
+
Kirk, McCoy (with bonus Sulu and Scotty)
100 words
Prompts: best, mankind, angle
Leonard was irate, forced to get Jim, Scott, and Sulu out of the drunk tank at ass o'clock in the morning.
"Where the hell are your clothes?" Leonard asked upon seeing the trio in their underwear.
"Busted," Sulu giggled on the floor. Leonard didn't have the best angle, but was that henna disappearing under his boxers?
He didn't register Jim moving until he was standing right in front of Leonard, trying to press against him through the bars. "O but we dreamed to mend whatever mischief seemed to afflict mankind, eh, Bones?"
Count on Jim to recite Yeats while drunk.
+
Kirk/McCoy (BFFy or slash)
100 words
Prompts: active, drum, fuse
The more days that passed, the harder it became for Jim to drum up some optimism. He tried anyway, despite knowing that Bones could see right through him.
Their communicators broke in the crash, but Bones' tricorder was still active, so they'd been trying to fuse its wiring to one of the communicators; all they needed was power restored for a moment to give off a signal.
"You're never coming on an away mission again, are you?"
"I'd rather be stranded on some dank hellhole with you than on the ship worrying."
Bones' admission made Jim's confidence feel less forced.
+
Kirk/McCoy (also BFFy or slash)
100 words
Prompts: weak, closing, led
The pulse under his fingertips was weak, thready. It hadn't been there at all, though, when Jim materialized in sickbay, torso nearly shredded by the Klingons that he'd diverted, led away from the science team.
"Bones?" Jim mumbled, eyes opening then closing, completely exhausted.
"Everyone's okay," was Leonard's reply, the except for you left hanging in the air between them. "You need to rest."
Jim twisted his hand to hold Leonard's. "Okay," he sighed.
The complete lack of argument worried Leonard the most as he administered the sedative, waiting for it to take effect before setting up the tissue regenerators.
+
Kirk/McCoy
100 words
NC-17
Prompts: ineffective, decoding, censor
Jim isn't surprised, really. Bones doesn't censor himself normally, so why would he during sex?
"You like that, don't you, Jim?" Bones asks, decoding Jim's flushed skin with his mouth, his lips and tongue branding their way down his chest and stomach. "Fuck, darlin', you taste so good."
Jim arches his hips when Bones breathes against his cock, but it's ineffective as those strong hands and long fingers pin him against the bed.
"You gotta tell me what you want, Jim."
Jim groans as Bones sucks on his inner thigh. "Blow me."
"That's a good boy," Bones drawls before obliging.