Kirk/Bones, "Something in the Way"
First time ever writing a full-on fic for this fandom, so please, cut me some slack. :P
TITLE: Something In the Way
AUTHOR: Eyes of Shinigami
RATING: R-ish
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of sexual situations. Tame, I know. :P
WORD COUNT: ~2400
SUMMARY: Bones hates that Jim is so popular, mostly because he wants to keep Jim to himself. Written for the jim_and_bones comm on LJ for the prompt “Bones has a huge crush on his roommate Jim, and it makes him irrationally jealous and annoyed that everyone on campus tends to gossip about how hunky Jim is. Meanwhile, Jim is oblivious to any talk about him, because he's too busy fantasizing about his hunky roommate Bones.” This is written from Bones’ point of view.
DISCLAIMER: I’m playing in someone else’s sandbox.
A/N: Title taken from “Something” by The Beatles. And I want to give a special thanks to keire_ke for her bang-up beta, and to my wonderful jimmercubed for his suggestions. ♥
A/N PART DEUX: And here it is! Jim's POV by xslash_foreverx. :)
~*~
McCoy liked to think that he was a pretty rational person. It wasn’t often that he leapt without looking, so to speak. Sure, he had some anger issues and occasionally had a bit too much to drink, but that didn’t always guarantee that he couldn’t keep a level head.
So when the hell had he lost his mind and started falling in love with Jim Kirk?
Of all the people in the world, it had to be his best friend. Nobody could blame him; Jim was absolutely gorgeous. With his too-bright blue eyes and blindingly sunny smile, he could teach an Orion how to ramp up the charm. It also didn’t hurt that he was smart as a whip and funny as hell, despite his incessant chatter and constant hare-brained schemes to do this or that or the other. McCoy had yet to meet someone who didn’t like Jim.
Naturally, that was the problem. He constantly found himself competing for Jim’s attention, especially with the myriad of pretty young things that attended the Academy. There were always hundreds of messages on their comm for him, coupled with the notes McCoy found tacked to their door. No matter where Jim went, a veritable conga line of people waiting to talk to him (or get in his pants) followed closely behind. It seemed like no matter how much free time he spent with his best friend, they were always interrupted by someone wanting to talk or flirt. Of course, with Jim being Jim, he would graciously hold court with him, flirting and talking. That in itself wasn’t too bad, but then there had been the touching. McCoy always had to bite back a growl when they would touch Jim, or when he would touch them back. Damn Jim for being so damn tactile all the time.
What got him the most were the rumors. A guy didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to put together the broken pieces of whispers he caught as he walked around campus. Some of them were outlandish. No one really believed that Jim had slept with the entire theater company visiting from some European country, or that he’d had a foursome with two Orions and an Andorian. Still, that didn’t stop the burn of jealousy in his gut when he heard the gossip. Girls would swoon, guys would boast, and McCoy would have to restrain himself from telling them all to take a fucking hike.
It was getting ridiculous. McCoy didn’t have the right, but he was beginning to find that it was getting harder and harder to control himself. Besides, what did he have to offer anyone anymore? He was a bitter, cranky old man who spent too much time griping about the world at large. McCoy wasn’t afraid to enumerate to anyone who would listen how shitty things could be. He wasn’t like Jim, who hid it behind smooth lines and honeyed smiles.
That didn’t stop warmth from blooming in his chest every time Jim smiled at him, or the shudder of his body when Jim threw an arm over his shoulder and hugged him close. It didn’t stop him late at night, his hand fisted around his cock as he pretended that it was Jim’s hand touching him. Guilt would nip at him briefly, but the thought of having his best friend in such a way blotted it out.
He had tried to find others to lose himself in, even briefly, but nothing worked. They all ended up reminding him of his idiotic best friend. Sure, the girl with the high cheekbones and sandy blond hair was great. The guy who needed the anti-allergy hypo was really chatty and smart. The other guy with bright blue eyes that he met at the bar was good in bed. It didn’t matter; they weren’t Jim. It was great for a while, but then McCoy would wave off with an excuse and point them toward the door.
It was hopeless, and McCoy knew it. Damn it.
~*~
McCoy shook his head and took another sip of his beer, wondering what the hell he was doing here. He’d let Jim talk him into going out to celebrate the end of the semester and they’d wound up at a little dive bar somewhere in the city. Naturally, Jim knew everybody there and was greeted with a series of handshakes, high-fives, and catcalls.
It was going to be a shitty night. After being stuck in clinical exams and writing so much his hand cramped, he was not in the mood to watch people fawn all over his roommate.
Knocking back the last bit, McCoy motioned to the bartender for another. He had just cracked it open when something plowed into his back.
“Better pace yourself, Bones. Wouldn’t want you passing out on me before we really get started!” Jim practically yelled in his ear, making McCoy wince.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, kid. I can outdrink you any night of the week.”
He ignored the way his body reacted to Jim’s closeness, shoving his laughing friend off of him and turning around. “What the hell kind of place did you drag me to?”
His eyes followed Jim as he helped himself to a sip of McCoy’s beer. “A fun one. C’mon, Bones, live a little. The last week has been hell, just loosen up.” Jim licked traces of beer off of his lips and McCoy swallowed back a moan. “I’m starting to get worried about you. You’re too tense all the time.”
With good reason, McCoy grumbled inwardly. “One of us has to be the responsible one in this friendship. I’m not the one who always needs a damn babysitter.”
He felt his heart stop when Jim leaned close, almost too close for comfort. “I know, I know. If it weren’t for you, I would be dead in a ditch somewhere. I got it, Bones.”
If only he could find the courage, he could lean in, right now, kiss Jim on those perfect, perfect lips…
“Worse than dead. And don’t you forget it.”
Jim rolled his eyes and grinned wider. “How could I, with you reminding me all the time-”
“Excuse me? Would you like to dance?”
The moment shattered when Jim moved away and turned towards the girl who had just approached them. McCoy turned too, even though he instantly regretted it. Jim waved at him, dragged off by a beautiful brunette with hunger in her eyes. The beat changed to something slow and sexual and the girl began grinding her body into Jim’s.
Anger boiled beneath the surface of his skin as he watched, but he couldn’t turn away. He had to admit that they looked gorgeous together, even if McCoy wanted to wring her neck for even thinking she could have Jim. But she can, his mind reminded him helpfully. She can have him and you can’t.
Jim’s hands held her close as they moved together, bodies perfectly in time with the beat of the song. His friend’s face too close to hers and McCoy could see her whispering in Jim’s ear. Probably inviting him back to her place, offering him a wild ride of a night. He watched Jim laugh and continue dancing close.
Disgusted by the sight, McCoy turned back around to the bar, content to drown his brain in alcohol so it would leave him the hell alone. Of course, it was not to be, when a handsome blond man and another brunette walked up to the bar.
“Oh my god, that’s Jim Kirk, isn’t it? The one you’ve been telling me about? He’s even more gorgeous in the flesh. I could totally believe he seduced the President of the Federation’s daughter!”
“I told you. He’s so sexy. Look at him! Lucky bitch, getting to dance like that with him. I wonder if he moves like that in bed…”
That was it. McCoy growled low under his breath and whipped around before he could stop himself. “You two have got a snowball’s chance in hell to get with Jim Kirk. I suggest you go find someone else to salivate over and wet your panties somewhere else!” He slapped a couple of bills down on the bar and stormed out, not looking back.
Walking down the sidewalk, he cursed under his breath at himself. “You’re a goddamn fool, Leonard McCoy. The biggest fool there ever was.”
“Bones! Wait up! Where are you going?”
Oh, fuck. He didn’t turn around; he just continued walking, hoping Jim would get bored and head back to the bar. McCoy really didn’t feel like dealing with his friend right now, nor the churning whirlwind of feelings he was experiencing.
Naturally, Jim was too fucking stubborn for his own good. “Hey! What the hell, Bones?”
McCoy whipped around when Jim put his hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t come out with you to watch you dry hump some bimbo on the dance floor, Jim. I figure you can do that just fine on your own without me. Go back to your bar and have your fun. I’m going home.”
He tried to turn back around, but Jim’s grip on him tightened. “I wanted to come out with you! I was just dancing. You really think I was going to leave without you? Tonight was our night, drinking together and enjoying our night off.”
A bitter, jagged laugh left McCoy’s mouth before he could swallow it down. This was like something out of a bad movie. “Right, because all those people in the bar that wanted a piece of you were just going to let you ‘hang out’ with me. Just like on campus, when no matter what we fucking do, you’re always flanked by your groupies who want your undivided attention. Wake the fuck up, Jim. There is no ‘our night’ not when everybody in the whole goddamn world has to say how wonderful you are and tell me how easy it is to have you.”
A part of his brain was sounding an alarm that he was treading on thin ice, but he kept pushing full steam ahead, and the look of utter confusion on Jim’s face only added fuel to the flame.
“I’m so busy sharing you with everybody else that there’s nothing left for me. I can’t even have a fucking conversation at lunch with you without somebody interrupting to ask you out or ask you for something else. Do you know how annoying that is? How irritating it is when you can’t even spend one minute alone with the person who is the center of your whole goddamn universe? I love you, Jim Kirk, and you’re too busy with everybody else to even fucking notice.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, McCoy felt his entire body seize up. Shit, shit, shit! “Goddamn it,” he muttered, shoving Jim’s hand off. “Forget I said anything.” He turned around again, intent on finding the nearest bottle of bourbon and crawling inside. Or, at least, somewhere that Jim wasn’t.
He didn’t get far, when strong arms wrapped around his middle. “Not so fast.”
“Let go of me, damn it. You’re like a goddamn dog with a bone.”
That didn’t seem to deter Jim, who barreled over his protests. “I never notice any of that, Bones. You know why? Because I can’t see them past you.”
“Don’t placate me, Jim. I’m not in the mood for this shit. Just let me go home and drink until I forget this night ever happened.” McCoy clenched his fist at his side. If Jim didn’t let him go…
Jim spun him around, a horrified look on his face. “You can’t say something like that and expect me to do nothing about it! Sure you’re kind of cranky sometimes, but you’re still gorgeous and smart and a wicked awesome doctor and sexy and have a hot ass and-”
McCoy could feel his face heating up and cut Jim off before he could continue. “Would you quit running your mouth? I get it.” His body began to sag a little in relief, a small bit of hope beginning to form in his chest. “This better not be one of those damn hook-ups of yours. I’m not looking to be a notch in the bedpost.”
“You wound me, seriously. Were you not listening? Geez, maybe you really are an old man.” He ducked when McCoy swatted at him, the achingly perfect smile returning to his face. “I don’t care about anyone else. Somebody‘s got to keep my ass in line, and you‘re the best for the job.”
“You mean since I’ve already had so much practice? You’re too damn smooth for your own good, kid.” McCoy’s heart unclenched in his chest and decided to throw caution to the wind. He grabbed Jim’s face in his hands and took that kiss he had been dying for.
Their lips met and it was like something out of the same bad movie that his life had become. There weren’t fireworks or bells, but it did feel perfect. It was like coming home.
He had no idea how long they stood kissing like that, but when they pulled apart to take a breath, McCoy couldn’t stop the smile that blossomed on his face.
“So, I was thinking… I know this place we could go to be alone…” Jim motioned behind him with his thumb, back towards their dorm on campus. “We could hang out, have a drink, have some sex…”
“Subtle, Jim.” That didn’t stop the heat welling in his belly at the thought. “Come on, before your groupies start following us.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t have groupies!”
McCoy just shook his head as they started walking. And if he reached over to tangle his fingers with Jim’s as they walked back, it was nobody’s business but their own.
-End-
TITLE: Something In the Way
AUTHOR: Eyes of Shinigami
RATING: R-ish
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of sexual situations. Tame, I know. :P
WORD COUNT: ~2400
SUMMARY: Bones hates that Jim is so popular, mostly because he wants to keep Jim to himself. Written for the jim_and_bones comm on LJ for the prompt “Bones has a huge crush on his roommate Jim, and it makes him irrationally jealous and annoyed that everyone on campus tends to gossip about how hunky Jim is. Meanwhile, Jim is oblivious to any talk about him, because he's too busy fantasizing about his hunky roommate Bones.” This is written from Bones’ point of view.
DISCLAIMER: I’m playing in someone else’s sandbox.
A/N: Title taken from “Something” by The Beatles. And I want to give a special thanks to keire_ke for her bang-up beta, and to my wonderful jimmercubed for his suggestions. ♥
A/N PART DEUX: And here it is! Jim's POV by xslash_foreverx. :)
~*~
McCoy liked to think that he was a pretty rational person. It wasn’t often that he leapt without looking, so to speak. Sure, he had some anger issues and occasionally had a bit too much to drink, but that didn’t always guarantee that he couldn’t keep a level head.
So when the hell had he lost his mind and started falling in love with Jim Kirk?
Of all the people in the world, it had to be his best friend. Nobody could blame him; Jim was absolutely gorgeous. With his too-bright blue eyes and blindingly sunny smile, he could teach an Orion how to ramp up the charm. It also didn’t hurt that he was smart as a whip and funny as hell, despite his incessant chatter and constant hare-brained schemes to do this or that or the other. McCoy had yet to meet someone who didn’t like Jim.
Naturally, that was the problem. He constantly found himself competing for Jim’s attention, especially with the myriad of pretty young things that attended the Academy. There were always hundreds of messages on their comm for him, coupled with the notes McCoy found tacked to their door. No matter where Jim went, a veritable conga line of people waiting to talk to him (or get in his pants) followed closely behind. It seemed like no matter how much free time he spent with his best friend, they were always interrupted by someone wanting to talk or flirt. Of course, with Jim being Jim, he would graciously hold court with him, flirting and talking. That in itself wasn’t too bad, but then there had been the touching. McCoy always had to bite back a growl when they would touch Jim, or when he would touch them back. Damn Jim for being so damn tactile all the time.
What got him the most were the rumors. A guy didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to put together the broken pieces of whispers he caught as he walked around campus. Some of them were outlandish. No one really believed that Jim had slept with the entire theater company visiting from some European country, or that he’d had a foursome with two Orions and an Andorian. Still, that didn’t stop the burn of jealousy in his gut when he heard the gossip. Girls would swoon, guys would boast, and McCoy would have to restrain himself from telling them all to take a fucking hike.
It was getting ridiculous. McCoy didn’t have the right, but he was beginning to find that it was getting harder and harder to control himself. Besides, what did he have to offer anyone anymore? He was a bitter, cranky old man who spent too much time griping about the world at large. McCoy wasn’t afraid to enumerate to anyone who would listen how shitty things could be. He wasn’t like Jim, who hid it behind smooth lines and honeyed smiles.
That didn’t stop warmth from blooming in his chest every time Jim smiled at him, or the shudder of his body when Jim threw an arm over his shoulder and hugged him close. It didn’t stop him late at night, his hand fisted around his cock as he pretended that it was Jim’s hand touching him. Guilt would nip at him briefly, but the thought of having his best friend in such a way blotted it out.
He had tried to find others to lose himself in, even briefly, but nothing worked. They all ended up reminding him of his idiotic best friend. Sure, the girl with the high cheekbones and sandy blond hair was great. The guy who needed the anti-allergy hypo was really chatty and smart. The other guy with bright blue eyes that he met at the bar was good in bed. It didn’t matter; they weren’t Jim. It was great for a while, but then McCoy would wave off with an excuse and point them toward the door.
It was hopeless, and McCoy knew it. Damn it.
~*~
McCoy shook his head and took another sip of his beer, wondering what the hell he was doing here. He’d let Jim talk him into going out to celebrate the end of the semester and they’d wound up at a little dive bar somewhere in the city. Naturally, Jim knew everybody there and was greeted with a series of handshakes, high-fives, and catcalls.
It was going to be a shitty night. After being stuck in clinical exams and writing so much his hand cramped, he was not in the mood to watch people fawn all over his roommate.
Knocking back the last bit, McCoy motioned to the bartender for another. He had just cracked it open when something plowed into his back.
“Better pace yourself, Bones. Wouldn’t want you passing out on me before we really get started!” Jim practically yelled in his ear, making McCoy wince.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, kid. I can outdrink you any night of the week.”
He ignored the way his body reacted to Jim’s closeness, shoving his laughing friend off of him and turning around. “What the hell kind of place did you drag me to?”
His eyes followed Jim as he helped himself to a sip of McCoy’s beer. “A fun one. C’mon, Bones, live a little. The last week has been hell, just loosen up.” Jim licked traces of beer off of his lips and McCoy swallowed back a moan. “I’m starting to get worried about you. You’re too tense all the time.”
With good reason, McCoy grumbled inwardly. “One of us has to be the responsible one in this friendship. I’m not the one who always needs a damn babysitter.”
He felt his heart stop when Jim leaned close, almost too close for comfort. “I know, I know. If it weren’t for you, I would be dead in a ditch somewhere. I got it, Bones.”
If only he could find the courage, he could lean in, right now, kiss Jim on those perfect, perfect lips…
“Worse than dead. And don’t you forget it.”
Jim rolled his eyes and grinned wider. “How could I, with you reminding me all the time-”
“Excuse me? Would you like to dance?”
The moment shattered when Jim moved away and turned towards the girl who had just approached them. McCoy turned too, even though he instantly regretted it. Jim waved at him, dragged off by a beautiful brunette with hunger in her eyes. The beat changed to something slow and sexual and the girl began grinding her body into Jim’s.
Anger boiled beneath the surface of his skin as he watched, but he couldn’t turn away. He had to admit that they looked gorgeous together, even if McCoy wanted to wring her neck for even thinking she could have Jim. But she can, his mind reminded him helpfully. She can have him and you can’t.
Jim’s hands held her close as they moved together, bodies perfectly in time with the beat of the song. His friend’s face too close to hers and McCoy could see her whispering in Jim’s ear. Probably inviting him back to her place, offering him a wild ride of a night. He watched Jim laugh and continue dancing close.
Disgusted by the sight, McCoy turned back around to the bar, content to drown his brain in alcohol so it would leave him the hell alone. Of course, it was not to be, when a handsome blond man and another brunette walked up to the bar.
“Oh my god, that’s Jim Kirk, isn’t it? The one you’ve been telling me about? He’s even more gorgeous in the flesh. I could totally believe he seduced the President of the Federation’s daughter!”
“I told you. He’s so sexy. Look at him! Lucky bitch, getting to dance like that with him. I wonder if he moves like that in bed…”
That was it. McCoy growled low under his breath and whipped around before he could stop himself. “You two have got a snowball’s chance in hell to get with Jim Kirk. I suggest you go find someone else to salivate over and wet your panties somewhere else!” He slapped a couple of bills down on the bar and stormed out, not looking back.
Walking down the sidewalk, he cursed under his breath at himself. “You’re a goddamn fool, Leonard McCoy. The biggest fool there ever was.”
“Bones! Wait up! Where are you going?”
Oh, fuck. He didn’t turn around; he just continued walking, hoping Jim would get bored and head back to the bar. McCoy really didn’t feel like dealing with his friend right now, nor the churning whirlwind of feelings he was experiencing.
Naturally, Jim was too fucking stubborn for his own good. “Hey! What the hell, Bones?”
McCoy whipped around when Jim put his hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t come out with you to watch you dry hump some bimbo on the dance floor, Jim. I figure you can do that just fine on your own without me. Go back to your bar and have your fun. I’m going home.”
He tried to turn back around, but Jim’s grip on him tightened. “I wanted to come out with you! I was just dancing. You really think I was going to leave without you? Tonight was our night, drinking together and enjoying our night off.”
A bitter, jagged laugh left McCoy’s mouth before he could swallow it down. This was like something out of a bad movie. “Right, because all those people in the bar that wanted a piece of you were just going to let you ‘hang out’ with me. Just like on campus, when no matter what we fucking do, you’re always flanked by your groupies who want your undivided attention. Wake the fuck up, Jim. There is no ‘our night’ not when everybody in the whole goddamn world has to say how wonderful you are and tell me how easy it is to have you.”
A part of his brain was sounding an alarm that he was treading on thin ice, but he kept pushing full steam ahead, and the look of utter confusion on Jim’s face only added fuel to the flame.
“I’m so busy sharing you with everybody else that there’s nothing left for me. I can’t even have a fucking conversation at lunch with you without somebody interrupting to ask you out or ask you for something else. Do you know how annoying that is? How irritating it is when you can’t even spend one minute alone with the person who is the center of your whole goddamn universe? I love you, Jim Kirk, and you’re too busy with everybody else to even fucking notice.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, McCoy felt his entire body seize up. Shit, shit, shit! “Goddamn it,” he muttered, shoving Jim’s hand off. “Forget I said anything.” He turned around again, intent on finding the nearest bottle of bourbon and crawling inside. Or, at least, somewhere that Jim wasn’t.
He didn’t get far, when strong arms wrapped around his middle. “Not so fast.”
“Let go of me, damn it. You’re like a goddamn dog with a bone.”
That didn’t seem to deter Jim, who barreled over his protests. “I never notice any of that, Bones. You know why? Because I can’t see them past you.”
“Don’t placate me, Jim. I’m not in the mood for this shit. Just let me go home and drink until I forget this night ever happened.” McCoy clenched his fist at his side. If Jim didn’t let him go…
Jim spun him around, a horrified look on his face. “You can’t say something like that and expect me to do nothing about it! Sure you’re kind of cranky sometimes, but you’re still gorgeous and smart and a wicked awesome doctor and sexy and have a hot ass and-”
McCoy could feel his face heating up and cut Jim off before he could continue. “Would you quit running your mouth? I get it.” His body began to sag a little in relief, a small bit of hope beginning to form in his chest. “This better not be one of those damn hook-ups of yours. I’m not looking to be a notch in the bedpost.”
“You wound me, seriously. Were you not listening? Geez, maybe you really are an old man.” He ducked when McCoy swatted at him, the achingly perfect smile returning to his face. “I don’t care about anyone else. Somebody‘s got to keep my ass in line, and you‘re the best for the job.”
“You mean since I’ve already had so much practice? You’re too damn smooth for your own good, kid.” McCoy’s heart unclenched in his chest and decided to throw caution to the wind. He grabbed Jim’s face in his hands and took that kiss he had been dying for.
Their lips met and it was like something out of the same bad movie that his life had become. There weren’t fireworks or bells, but it did feel perfect. It was like coming home.
He had no idea how long they stood kissing like that, but when they pulled apart to take a breath, McCoy couldn’t stop the smile that blossomed on his face.
“So, I was thinking… I know this place we could go to be alone…” Jim motioned behind him with his thumb, back towards their dorm on campus. “We could hang out, have a drink, have some sex…”
“Subtle, Jim.” That didn’t stop the heat welling in his belly at the thought. “Come on, before your groupies start following us.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t have groupies!”
McCoy just shook his head as they started walking. And if he reached over to tangle his fingers with Jim’s as they walked back, it was nobody’s business but their own.
-End-