Beginning (McCoy/Sulu)izzyficsFebruary 21 2010, 07:22:48 UTC
It starts with Jim casually mentioning that Sulu would be joining them when they go out drinking that night.
“Who?”
“You know, you met him. The pilot I met in tactics. The one who’s kicked my ass in every single flying simulation?”
“Hmm. I hate pilots. They’re so cocky and arrogant and-“
“What about command track?” Jim interrupts, grinning.
McCoy rolls his eyes at him. “They’re pushy and impatient and should probably leave so that the far-superior science track person, er, medical officer can shower.”
“Aww, Bones. You have such a way with words,” Jim says and does leave, but not before opening the door and yelling “eight o’clock-don’t forget!” into the bathroom.
Like he would forget.
*
He forgets, but it’s not his fault. He’s called into the ER at 7:05 and can’t leave until 10:02. And he doesn’t think about his plans with Jim until he leaves the building because the accident was just that bad and it’s impossible to take a break or remember details of the outside world when there are small fingers wrapped in his asking for his daddy when his daddy’s dead on the table.
So he’s in a pisser of a mood when he reaches the bar and Jim can tell.
Sulu, his friend-his toned, good-looking friend--cannot. He asks him questions, jokes around, tells interesting stories, and doesn’t seem to care that McCoy’s responses involve curt nods and undignified grunts. Jim runs off almost as soon as he gets there and chats up the first girl he sees-a blonde with too much intelligence in her gaze to fall for his lines.
He’s mistaken, which he can be in these bar games, and says his first word to Sulu, which happens to be “fuck.”
Sulu, staring down into his drink after another awkward silence, looks up in surprise. “What?”
“She fell for it,” McCoy says, gesturing to the blonde walking out with Jim, his arm slung around her waist.
“Don’t they all?” Sulu asks curiously, picking up his drink and swirling it around in his glass.
McCoy scowls and it’s not because of his bad evening. “Not all. Not everyone.”
“Not you?” Sulu’s hand tightens on the table and McCoy looks at him, takes a harder look that he had before. There’s more here than confidence, because Sulu doesn’t look too confident in the dim light of the bar clutching his drink like a lifeline. He looks almost-
“Want to get out of here?” He’s not sure who’s more surprised by this question, Sulu or him, but it’s out there and he’s not going to take it back.
“Yes.”
Hours later, Sulu’s arm is thrown around his waist and they are catching their breath in the quiet room. McCoy’s face had been pushed deep into the blankets of the bed by the end, shuddering from the wake of his own climax before Sulu had allowed himself to finally come. In the silence that follows-that is more comfortable now than it had been at the bar-McCoy spills his guts about the kid at the hospital and Sulu listens.
It starts with Jim, but McCoy decides to not let him know for months afterwards. He doesn’t want his command-track ego to get any bigger, after all.
Re: Beginning (McCoy/Sulu)secretsolitaireFebruary 21 2010, 14:32:16 UTC
Ohh, I loved this! ♥♥ The banter between Jim and Bones in the beginning is perfect (and I like how you brought the fic back around to Jim's big ego at the end *g*), and the McCoy/Sulu is lovely. I wanted to hug both of them when they got off to such a rocky start, but I like that Bones finally looked closely enough to see Sulu's humanness and later trusted Sulu enough to show his own.
Re: Beginning (McCoy/Sulu)izzyficsFebruary 21 2010, 16:07:53 UTC
This was totally going to be PWP, I swear! But then McCoy got all thinky and Sulu all sorta jealous of Kirk and (of course) Jim's ego had to play a part.
Whew. I love how I can never write traditional drabbles. :)
“Who?”
“You know, you met him. The pilot I met in tactics. The one who’s kicked my ass in every single flying simulation?”
“Hmm. I hate pilots. They’re so cocky and arrogant and-“
“What about command track?” Jim interrupts, grinning.
McCoy rolls his eyes at him. “They’re pushy and impatient and should probably leave so that the far-superior science track person, er, medical officer can shower.”
“Aww, Bones. You have such a way with words,” Jim says and does leave, but not before opening the door and yelling “eight o’clock-don’t forget!” into the bathroom.
Like he would forget.
*
He forgets, but it’s not his fault. He’s called into the ER at 7:05 and can’t leave until 10:02. And he doesn’t think about his plans with Jim until he leaves the building because the accident was just that bad and it’s impossible to take a break or remember details of the outside world when there are small fingers wrapped in his asking for his daddy when his daddy’s dead on the table.
So he’s in a pisser of a mood when he reaches the bar and Jim can tell.
Sulu, his friend-his toned, good-looking friend--cannot. He asks him questions, jokes around, tells interesting stories, and doesn’t seem to care that McCoy’s responses involve curt nods and undignified grunts. Jim runs off almost as soon as he gets there and chats up the first girl he sees-a blonde with too much intelligence in her gaze to fall for his lines.
He’s mistaken, which he can be in these bar games, and says his first word to Sulu, which happens to be “fuck.”
Sulu, staring down into his drink after another awkward silence, looks up in surprise. “What?”
“She fell for it,” McCoy says, gesturing to the blonde walking out with Jim, his arm slung around her waist.
“Don’t they all?” Sulu asks curiously, picking up his drink and swirling it around in his glass.
McCoy scowls and it’s not because of his bad evening. “Not all. Not everyone.”
“Not you?” Sulu’s hand tightens on the table and McCoy looks at him, takes a harder look that he had before. There’s more here than confidence, because Sulu doesn’t look too confident in the dim light of the bar clutching his drink like a lifeline. He looks almost-
“Want to get out of here?” He’s not sure who’s more surprised by this question, Sulu or him, but it’s out there and he’s not going to take it back.
“Yes.”
Hours later, Sulu’s arm is thrown around his waist and they are catching their breath in the quiet room. McCoy’s face had been pushed deep into the blankets of the bed by the end, shuddering from the wake of his own climax before Sulu had allowed himself to finally come. In the silence that follows-that is more comfortable now than it had been at the bar-McCoy spills his guts about the kid at the hospital and Sulu listens.
It starts with Jim, but McCoy decides to not let him know for months afterwards. He doesn’t want his command-track ego to get any bigger, after all.
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Thank you!!!
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Whew. I love how I can never write traditional drabbles. :)
And glad you liked. ♥
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This was lovely! It makes me really want more McCoy/Sulu. I love how Sulu isn't nearly as arrogant as McCoy expected or he seemed at first. Wonderful!
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Glad you liked!
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This was so great. I loved their awkward start and how Jim started it all with the invite and then chatting up the blonde girl.
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