Various Ficlets from bridge2sickbay
I only managed to get two ficlets written today for bridge2sickbay, but I was happy to find time for that. I love these boys! *happy sigh*
Kirk/McCoy: Romance
This isn’t how Leonard expects to spend their first anniversary. Knowing Jim, he expected a night of debauchery with lots of sex and no clothes required. They have nights like those every few weeks, of course, but the whole ‘one year together’ thing makes it different. At least, that’s what Jim says whenever the subject comes up. Which actually isn’t that often because they don’t usually talk about stuff like that, even if they’re both sort of amazed that it’s been a year since their friendship became something more, or, at least, since they admitted it had.
Instead of the hot, sweaty sex that Jim promised with every look and smile during their last week before shore leave, they’re both still dressed and any sex that happens tonight is gonna have to be quiet and careful. And there’s definitely going to be sex, intense and passionate as Leonard makes sure that Jim understands just how much he loves him and how it’s just the first year of many.
“Daddy, come sit,” Joanna says, looking up from the book that Jim’s reading to her and
smiling at him.
“Yeah, come and sit down, Bones,” Jim urges, flashing that beautiful and brilliant smile that makes his whole face light up. He still looks slightly smug from managing to surprise Leonard, but mostly he looks happy and content in a way that makes Leonard want to hold him and never let go.
Leonard crosses the room and leans down to kiss Jim lightly. Before straightening up, he whispers against his ear, “You’re such a romantic, asshole.”
“I’m hopeless,” Jim agrees solemnly, eyes flashing with humor as Leonard tries to scowl but ends up smiling instead.
“Yeah, you are,” he says as he sits beside Joanna, looking down at the book she’s holding. He puts his hand on Jim’s shoulder and squeezes tightly as he listens to his daughter chatter at them both.
Kirk/McCoy - Bourbon
“What’s your problem, Jim?”
“Nothing.” Jim glares over his shoulder before he stalks into their bedroom.
“Right. That’s why you’re stomping around and behaving like an infant,” Bones says as he follows him.
“Infants don’t stomp.”
“Oh, c’mon. You’re arguing about that?”
“If you’re going to insult me, at least make it legitimate,” Jim growls, taking off his boot and throwing it on the floor. Hard.
“Fine. You’re acting like a damn kid having a tantrum. Is that better?” Bones manages to duck before Jim’s other boot can hit him. When he straightens, his eyes are narrow and his face is flushed. “What the hell?”
“You were letting her touch your ass,” Jim snarls. “She was pawing you, and you didn’t even try to get away!”
“What?” Bones has the gall to gawk at him like he’s crazy when he isn’t the one who was letting that woman maul him on the dance floor.
Jim reaches out and throws the first he can find, listening to glass shattering as bourbon soaks into the wall behind Bones. “I know when you’re uncomfortable, Bones. You weren’t. You liked her touching you,” he says, curling his fingers into his palms.
“You just broke my last bottle of bourbon, you dumb fuck.” Bones is on him before Jim can tell him what he can do with his bourbon. The floor is hard beneath his back, and they roll around, kicking the table and shoving the dresser with their legs. “You said ‘be nice to the ambassador, Bones’ before we went into the damn reception. You’re the one who told me to start playing well with others.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault you enjoyed getting groped by her four hands?” Jim pushes up and rolls them again, pinning Bones down. He kisses him hard, biting at his lips. “I said be friendly, not let her practically fuck you there for everyone to watch.”
“We danced, Jim. Once.” Bones glares and flips them. Jim can smell the scent of bourbon thick in the air, can feel glass pressing into the back of his hands when Bones holds them over his head. “You jealous asshole.” Bones kisses him and grinds down into him even as Jim arches up.
“Wasn’t jealous,” he mutters, rolling them away from the glass and ripping Bones’ shirt from the bottom. He touches his bare skin, bruising and marking him with fingers and lips and teeth as they rock together.
“Were, too,” Bones challenges, pulling his hair and clashing their mouths together. It doesn’t take either of them that long, not after fighting and this odd foreplay of theirs that they need sometimes. After they’ve come in their pants and are gasping for breath, Jim nuzzles Bones’ neck and sighs.
“Sorry about the bourbon,” he murmurs, burrowing closer. “Maybe I was a little jealous.”
“Shouldn’t be. I only want you. Sorry about the glass,” Bones says, stroking a thumb over Jim’s hand. “You owe me another bottle.”
“It’s okay.” Jim kisses him and smiles. “And, yeah, I know. Hell, I’ll get you two.”
Kirk/McCoy: Romance
This isn’t how Leonard expects to spend their first anniversary. Knowing Jim, he expected a night of debauchery with lots of sex and no clothes required. They have nights like those every few weeks, of course, but the whole ‘one year together’ thing makes it different. At least, that’s what Jim says whenever the subject comes up. Which actually isn’t that often because they don’t usually talk about stuff like that, even if they’re both sort of amazed that it’s been a year since their friendship became something more, or, at least, since they admitted it had.
Instead of the hot, sweaty sex that Jim promised with every look and smile during their last week before shore leave, they’re both still dressed and any sex that happens tonight is gonna have to be quiet and careful. And there’s definitely going to be sex, intense and passionate as Leonard makes sure that Jim understands just how much he loves him and how it’s just the first year of many.
“Daddy, come sit,” Joanna says, looking up from the book that Jim’s reading to her and
smiling at him.
“Yeah, come and sit down, Bones,” Jim urges, flashing that beautiful and brilliant smile that makes his whole face light up. He still looks slightly smug from managing to surprise Leonard, but mostly he looks happy and content in a way that makes Leonard want to hold him and never let go.
Leonard crosses the room and leans down to kiss Jim lightly. Before straightening up, he whispers against his ear, “You’re such a romantic, asshole.”
“I’m hopeless,” Jim agrees solemnly, eyes flashing with humor as Leonard tries to scowl but ends up smiling instead.
“Yeah, you are,” he says as he sits beside Joanna, looking down at the book she’s holding. He puts his hand on Jim’s shoulder and squeezes tightly as he listens to his daughter chatter at them both.
Kirk/McCoy - Bourbon
“What’s your problem, Jim?”
“Nothing.” Jim glares over his shoulder before he stalks into their bedroom.
“Right. That’s why you’re stomping around and behaving like an infant,” Bones says as he follows him.
“Infants don’t stomp.”
“Oh, c’mon. You’re arguing about that?”
“If you’re going to insult me, at least make it legitimate,” Jim growls, taking off his boot and throwing it on the floor. Hard.
“Fine. You’re acting like a damn kid having a tantrum. Is that better?” Bones manages to duck before Jim’s other boot can hit him. When he straightens, his eyes are narrow and his face is flushed. “What the hell?”
“You were letting her touch your ass,” Jim snarls. “She was pawing you, and you didn’t even try to get away!”
“What?” Bones has the gall to gawk at him like he’s crazy when he isn’t the one who was letting that woman maul him on the dance floor.
Jim reaches out and throws the first he can find, listening to glass shattering as bourbon soaks into the wall behind Bones. “I know when you’re uncomfortable, Bones. You weren’t. You liked her touching you,” he says, curling his fingers into his palms.
“You just broke my last bottle of bourbon, you dumb fuck.” Bones is on him before Jim can tell him what he can do with his bourbon. The floor is hard beneath his back, and they roll around, kicking the table and shoving the dresser with their legs. “You said ‘be nice to the ambassador, Bones’ before we went into the damn reception. You’re the one who told me to start playing well with others.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault you enjoyed getting groped by her four hands?” Jim pushes up and rolls them again, pinning Bones down. He kisses him hard, biting at his lips. “I said be friendly, not let her practically fuck you there for everyone to watch.”
“We danced, Jim. Once.” Bones glares and flips them. Jim can smell the scent of bourbon thick in the air, can feel glass pressing into the back of his hands when Bones holds them over his head. “You jealous asshole.” Bones kisses him and grinds down into him even as Jim arches up.
“Wasn’t jealous,” he mutters, rolling them away from the glass and ripping Bones’ shirt from the bottom. He touches his bare skin, bruising and marking him with fingers and lips and teeth as they rock together.
“Were, too,” Bones challenges, pulling his hair and clashing their mouths together. It doesn’t take either of them that long, not after fighting and this odd foreplay of theirs that they need sometimes. After they’ve come in their pants and are gasping for breath, Jim nuzzles Bones’ neck and sighs.
“Sorry about the bourbon,” he murmurs, burrowing closer. “Maybe I was a little jealous.”
“Shouldn’t be. I only want you. Sorry about the glass,” Bones says, stroking a thumb over Jim’s hand. “You owe me another bottle.”
“It’s okay.” Jim kisses him and smiles. “And, yeah, I know. Hell, I’ll get you two.”