Fic(let): Shut Up and Kiss Me, Kirk/McCoy, PG-13
Title: Shut Up and Kiss Me
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~250
Warnings: Language, mild sexual reference
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, much to my dismay.
Summary: Jim and Bones. Cuddling.
A/N: Inspired by the first picture in this jim_and_bones semi-weekly man-on-man post.
″You're going to have to let me go eventually, you know.″
″Eventually, perhaps. Not now.″ Jim's arms clung tighter and he pressed his lips to Leonard's temple.
Not exactly struggling to get away, Leonard leaned into the kiss and covered Jim's arms with his own.
Between the sun shining through the window and the press of Jim's body against his own, Leonard was comfortably warm and lazy-loose, mostly content to remain there for the time being. He was loathe to let Jim get his way all the time, however. Or at least not without having to earn it.
″You planning to keep me lying here on the floor all day then? Trying to ruin my back, Jim?″
″I'm on the floor too, so you won't be alone with your aches and pains, Bones.″ Jim smirked. ″Poor Bones, sore Bones.″
″Funny. Besides, you at least get a beanbag to sit on. My poor ass is resting on the floor!″
Jim raised a brow in what Leonard supposed was intended to be an imitation, however poor, of himself. ″I'd say my ass deserves the beanbag today, wouldn't you?″
Leonard couldn't stop the blush that rose up his neck, nor the huff of laughter that escaped his throat. ″I suppose you might, just this once, have a point.″ Leonard dropped one of his hands onto Jim's bent knee and squeezed lightly.
″Good. Now shut up and kiss me.″
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~250
Warnings: Language, mild sexual reference
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, much to my dismay.
Summary: Jim and Bones. Cuddling.
A/N: Inspired by the first picture in this jim_and_bones semi-weekly man-on-man post.
″You're going to have to let me go eventually, you know.″
″Eventually, perhaps. Not now.″ Jim's arms clung tighter and he pressed his lips to Leonard's temple.
Not exactly struggling to get away, Leonard leaned into the kiss and covered Jim's arms with his own.
Between the sun shining through the window and the press of Jim's body against his own, Leonard was comfortably warm and lazy-loose, mostly content to remain there for the time being. He was loathe to let Jim get his way all the time, however. Or at least not without having to earn it.
″You planning to keep me lying here on the floor all day then? Trying to ruin my back, Jim?″
″I'm on the floor too, so you won't be alone with your aches and pains, Bones.″ Jim smirked. ″Poor Bones, sore Bones.″
″Funny. Besides, you at least get a beanbag to sit on. My poor ass is resting on the floor!″
Jim raised a brow in what Leonard supposed was intended to be an imitation, however poor, of himself. ″I'd say my ass deserves the beanbag today, wouldn't you?″
Leonard couldn't stop the blush that rose up his neck, nor the huff of laughter that escaped his throat. ″I suppose you might, just this once, have a point.″ Leonard dropped one of his hands onto Jim's bent knee and squeezed lightly.
″Good. Now shut up and kiss me.″