Drives Me Crazy - Kirk/Mccoy [FANFIC]
Title: Drives me crazy
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Mccoy
Rating: pg-13 (maybe R?)
Warnings: They are like bunnies an' stuff. With the cuteness. Also, this writing style is a little bit like crack, although the plot may not be. YOU ARE WARNED.
Summary: Fill for nu!kinkmeme prompt: " He drives me crazy, he drives me wild, but I'm helpless when he smiles." Bones is extremely annoyed at some Jim's idiotic escapades, but Kirk always knows how to get away with shit wring Bones' forgiveness out of him
"You stupid fuck!" Leonard gasped out, bent over, hands on knees, trying to catch the breath that had refused to stop its panicked dash when his legs had halted.
"I know," Jim wheezed in response, "'m sorry," without a hint of repentance, while he wove and unwove the fingers that rested on his head, holding up his hands, which were holding up his elbows. And Leonard was bending over like an idiot, getting a stitch in his side, while Jim walked it effortlessly off in deep breathes and trudging laps between the walls of the alley they'd ducked into. Leonard frowned, and straightened a little, trying to stop panting and wheezing, and failing both.
Jim was by his side, hand on his bicep, and Leonard allowed his arms to be dragged up. Jim let go, but Leonard kept them there and slowed his gasps until the cramp in his side gave a last parting pull and released.
"You gotta breathe, Bones."
"Been trying to do that," Leonard growled, his annoyance, as always, the first thing to recover in any stressful situation. "You're gonna be the death of me some day, I swear it."
Jim laughed, and leaned in, and Leonard wanted to frown more at the brush of soft lips on the (it seemed to him, ever-present) furrow between his brows, but instead the corner of his mouth was twitching in the beginnings of a smile.
Leonard opened his mouth to say something (he didn't know what), but suddenly Jim's finger was at his lips in the universal guesture for silence, as the blonde cocked his head, listening. Leonard shut his mouth. And he heard it, faint, at the end of the block and fast approaching, the slap-slap-slap of hasty footsteps on pavement. More than one pair of feet, actually. In fact, Leonard thought, it sounded like about the number of people that had been in the group Jim had personally offended at that last bar, before the fight had really started and Leonard had managed to drag the kid out the back door in the thick stew of chaos and confusion.
"You idiot!" He hissed through his teeth, furious.
"Shh, Bones-"
"They followed us!" Jim's expression said 'no duh', with the inflection of a preteen. "You better use some of that damn tactical training right away, because it's bad enough having to patch you up without bleeding myself-"
"Shut up!" Jim's gaze flitted from side to side as he waved his hands vaugely at Leonard, beginning to panic.
"Goddamn it, Ji-MMPH!" Jim's mouth covered his as the blonde cadet shoved Leonard against the alley wall. After a moment of shocked silence and saliva, he still tried, with stubborn futility, to complete his thought. But instead of the telling off it should have been, what Leonard tried to say came out sounding like "Mmm..." and meaning God, yes, Jim, I am totally still on an adrenaline high from your stupidity, and also slightly drunk, so I am positive this MUST BE a good idea.
Jim kept right on kissing him, lips moving pleasantly against his, and they kind of slid down the alley wall and slumped against a dumpster, ungainly in their focus. Leonard started to realize (about five seconds after he had needed to come up for air) that the footsteps had gotten closer than the end of the block, then stopped ,and there were voices at the alley entrance. Pissed off voices. Leonard held his breath, realized he was already doing that, and decided to blame Jim for everything, mainly if he asphyxiated. But then Jim would just give him mouth to mouth, which was kind of a roundabout way of getting nowhere, and Leonard noted to himself that his brain went off on stupid distracting tangents when he was simultaneously being terrified and suffocated and kissed by a very attractive man. Well, the man wasn't doing the terrifying, that was the...now receding footsteps from the alley entrance. The voices still sounded pissed off, but there was a level of confusion that Leonard could pick out, until the sounds receded so far that they were blurred into breath of the city.
And Jim let him go.
Leonard gasped for a minute. He wanted to gasp curse words, but all the emotional power in the world couldn't help him if not backed by oxygen, so he settled on glaring death at Jim.
"Stop glaring death at me, I just saved our asses," Jim, master of nose-breathing even though he normally never used the skill as Uhura noticed, said.
"Your fault...first place," Leonard wheezed. Jim rolled his eyes in response; it looked/felt familiar and Leonard wondered if he was being mimicked.
"Yeah, but you know I'm a dick, so why did you come with me in the first place if you're gonna be such a party pooper?"
"Not a...party pooper...bar-fight pooper."
"I feel like the fact that you just managed to use that word twice in the same sentence would make Joanna very proud of you," Jim grinned like it was a compliment, which maybe it was in a strange, six-year-old, toilet humor sense. And that made sense too, since Jim could certainly behave with all the vast poise of a six-year-old himself when he wanted to. Like deciding he was better than someone else, and telling it to their face, and then running like mad and hiding in an alley...which was where Leonard hoped Jim diverged from normal child behaviour, because he sure as hell didn't want Jo doing what they were.
"'M flattered," was what Leonard decided on to sum it all up. He took a deep breath, feeling his lungs finally fill to comfortable, and his heartbeat begin to slow. "But you're still gonna drive me insane one day."
"I thought I was going to be the death of you?" Jim's expression turned serious, concentrated like the face he made while facing down his first pint of beer at the beginning of a drinking contest.
"That too, and hopefully one before the other will mean I won't have to do the second."
"Aww...but I like making you insane." Jim's grin was back, and wicked, as he crouched up on his knees and squirmed into Leonard's lap, settling over his groin and bypassing the tangle of legs that was a casualty from when their previous epic slide down the wall. "Like, this," and Jim rocked down, forcing Leonard to grab his hips and gasp, and Leonard hadn't realized there was enough oxygen left in him to be this turned on. But maybe that diverted supply had been why he'd been so light-headed when Jim had finally let his mouth go; Jim was a damn good kisser.
"Uh. Yeah, like that," Leonard began, and Jim did it again, so he had to pause and reign in his thoughts (which had been off like stallions after a mare in heat-thus the reigning-the minute Jim sat on him and turned his blue gaze from the friendly setting to the searing-into-your-soul-intense bedroom-eyes setting.) "Jim-uh...I don't think we should be doing this here..."
"Your room?" Jim purred right next to Leonard's ear, and he really didn't know when he'd closed his eyes or when Jim had leaned in to press his whole well-muscled torso against Leonard, but he did know it was getting progressively harder to think about anything, so he had to say it now, and...
"Nnn, 'kay," Leonard managed.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven for being an idiot?"
"Nnn, fine," Leonard choked.
And suddenly Jim was off of him, and tugging him to his feet, and Leonard blinked as his stallions-er, thoughts, came back to him. Jim was smiling his 'yes!' smile. It wasn't the 'smug' or the 'what's-a-girl-like-you-etc.' or even the 'angelic' (that got used on most of the professors, but never worked on Pike). No, Jim was smiling like it was true, his blue eyes dancing, his nose a little bit scrunched up, and he had no right to be this goddamn beautiful, but he was. And Leonard would do, with all of his heart and determination, anything Jim asked, if he asked it right now.
What Jim asked wasn't really a request though, and it was: "I'm really hot for you right now, so walking all the way back to the dorms would take way too long and is therefore unacceptable, okay?"
Leonard thought he saw where this was going, and explained to the universe that he wished to retract that statement about 'anything Jim asked', and if he could get a receipt too that would be great, thanks.
"Jim-" He said.
"Okay, GREAT!" Jim crowed, and was off like a shot in the direction of campus.
"JIM, FUCK IT, I AM NOT RUNNING ANY MORE TONIGHT, OR I'LL BE TOO TIRED TO SCRE-...SCREEN YOU!" Leonard managed to correct mid-howl. "For, parasites or something," He added less loudly, mindful of whomever might be listening to him almost shouting lewd, publicly innapropriate (yet highly Jim Kirk-effective) threats.
"THAT'S GREAT BONES. SO GET A CAB, YOU LAZY BASTARD, AND COME FUCK ME," Jim howled back, unnecessarily loud. Well, there went the public decency after all.
END
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A/N: I dunno if this sucks, I wrote it at two am instead of finishing a final for English 101. SO UM. I was half asleep. (and I haven't read through for grammar really...I could probably fix stuff but I'M LAZY RIGHT NOW.) I hope you enjoyed it anyway. 8D Time to work on that space_wrapped fic.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Mccoy
Rating: pg-13 (maybe R?)
Warnings: They are like bunnies an' stuff. With the cuteness. Also, this writing style is a little bit like crack, although the plot may not be. YOU ARE WARNED.
Summary: Fill for nu!kinkmeme prompt: " He drives me crazy, he drives me wild, but I'm helpless when he smiles." Bones is extremely annoyed at some Jim's idiotic escapades, but Kirk always knows how to get away with shit wring Bones' forgiveness out of him
"You stupid fuck!" Leonard gasped out, bent over, hands on knees, trying to catch the breath that had refused to stop its panicked dash when his legs had halted.
"I know," Jim wheezed in response, "'m sorry," without a hint of repentance, while he wove and unwove the fingers that rested on his head, holding up his hands, which were holding up his elbows. And Leonard was bending over like an idiot, getting a stitch in his side, while Jim walked it effortlessly off in deep breathes and trudging laps between the walls of the alley they'd ducked into. Leonard frowned, and straightened a little, trying to stop panting and wheezing, and failing both.
Jim was by his side, hand on his bicep, and Leonard allowed his arms to be dragged up. Jim let go, but Leonard kept them there and slowed his gasps until the cramp in his side gave a last parting pull and released.
"You gotta breathe, Bones."
"Been trying to do that," Leonard growled, his annoyance, as always, the first thing to recover in any stressful situation. "You're gonna be the death of me some day, I swear it."
Jim laughed, and leaned in, and Leonard wanted to frown more at the brush of soft lips on the (it seemed to him, ever-present) furrow between his brows, but instead the corner of his mouth was twitching in the beginnings of a smile.
Leonard opened his mouth to say something (he didn't know what), but suddenly Jim's finger was at his lips in the universal guesture for silence, as the blonde cocked his head, listening. Leonard shut his mouth. And he heard it, faint, at the end of the block and fast approaching, the slap-slap-slap of hasty footsteps on pavement. More than one pair of feet, actually. In fact, Leonard thought, it sounded like about the number of people that had been in the group Jim had personally offended at that last bar, before the fight had really started and Leonard had managed to drag the kid out the back door in the thick stew of chaos and confusion.
"You idiot!" He hissed through his teeth, furious.
"Shh, Bones-"
"They followed us!" Jim's expression said 'no duh', with the inflection of a preteen. "You better use some of that damn tactical training right away, because it's bad enough having to patch you up without bleeding myself-"
"Shut up!" Jim's gaze flitted from side to side as he waved his hands vaugely at Leonard, beginning to panic.
"Goddamn it, Ji-MMPH!" Jim's mouth covered his as the blonde cadet shoved Leonard against the alley wall. After a moment of shocked silence and saliva, he still tried, with stubborn futility, to complete his thought. But instead of the telling off it should have been, what Leonard tried to say came out sounding like "Mmm..." and meaning God, yes, Jim, I am totally still on an adrenaline high from your stupidity, and also slightly drunk, so I am positive this MUST BE a good idea.
Jim kept right on kissing him, lips moving pleasantly against his, and they kind of slid down the alley wall and slumped against a dumpster, ungainly in their focus. Leonard started to realize (about five seconds after he had needed to come up for air) that the footsteps had gotten closer than the end of the block, then stopped ,and there were voices at the alley entrance. Pissed off voices. Leonard held his breath, realized he was already doing that, and decided to blame Jim for everything, mainly if he asphyxiated. But then Jim would just give him mouth to mouth, which was kind of a roundabout way of getting nowhere, and Leonard noted to himself that his brain went off on stupid distracting tangents when he was simultaneously being terrified and suffocated and kissed by a very attractive man. Well, the man wasn't doing the terrifying, that was the...now receding footsteps from the alley entrance. The voices still sounded pissed off, but there was a level of confusion that Leonard could pick out, until the sounds receded so far that they were blurred into breath of the city.
And Jim let him go.
Leonard gasped for a minute. He wanted to gasp curse words, but all the emotional power in the world couldn't help him if not backed by oxygen, so he settled on glaring death at Jim.
"Stop glaring death at me, I just saved our asses," Jim, master of nose-breathing even though he normally never used the skill as Uhura noticed, said.
"Your fault...first place," Leonard wheezed. Jim rolled his eyes in response; it looked/felt familiar and Leonard wondered if he was being mimicked.
"Yeah, but you know I'm a dick, so why did you come with me in the first place if you're gonna be such a party pooper?"
"Not a...party pooper...bar-fight pooper."
"I feel like the fact that you just managed to use that word twice in the same sentence would make Joanna very proud of you," Jim grinned like it was a compliment, which maybe it was in a strange, six-year-old, toilet humor sense. And that made sense too, since Jim could certainly behave with all the vast poise of a six-year-old himself when he wanted to. Like deciding he was better than someone else, and telling it to their face, and then running like mad and hiding in an alley...which was where Leonard hoped Jim diverged from normal child behaviour, because he sure as hell didn't want Jo doing what they were.
"'M flattered," was what Leonard decided on to sum it all up. He took a deep breath, feeling his lungs finally fill to comfortable, and his heartbeat begin to slow. "But you're still gonna drive me insane one day."
"I thought I was going to be the death of you?" Jim's expression turned serious, concentrated like the face he made while facing down his first pint of beer at the beginning of a drinking contest.
"That too, and hopefully one before the other will mean I won't have to do the second."
"Aww...but I like making you insane." Jim's grin was back, and wicked, as he crouched up on his knees and squirmed into Leonard's lap, settling over his groin and bypassing the tangle of legs that was a casualty from when their previous epic slide down the wall. "Like, this," and Jim rocked down, forcing Leonard to grab his hips and gasp, and Leonard hadn't realized there was enough oxygen left in him to be this turned on. But maybe that diverted supply had been why he'd been so light-headed when Jim had finally let his mouth go; Jim was a damn good kisser.
"Uh. Yeah, like that," Leonard began, and Jim did it again, so he had to pause and reign in his thoughts (which had been off like stallions after a mare in heat-thus the reigning-the minute Jim sat on him and turned his blue gaze from the friendly setting to the searing-into-your-soul-intense bedroom-eyes setting.) "Jim-uh...I don't think we should be doing this here..."
"Your room?" Jim purred right next to Leonard's ear, and he really didn't know when he'd closed his eyes or when Jim had leaned in to press his whole well-muscled torso against Leonard, but he did know it was getting progressively harder to think about anything, so he had to say it now, and...
"Nnn, 'kay," Leonard managed.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven for being an idiot?"
"Nnn, fine," Leonard choked.
And suddenly Jim was off of him, and tugging him to his feet, and Leonard blinked as his stallions-er, thoughts, came back to him. Jim was smiling his 'yes!' smile. It wasn't the 'smug' or the 'what's-a-girl-like-you-etc.' or even the 'angelic' (that got used on most of the professors, but never worked on Pike). No, Jim was smiling like it was true, his blue eyes dancing, his nose a little bit scrunched up, and he had no right to be this goddamn beautiful, but he was. And Leonard would do, with all of his heart and determination, anything Jim asked, if he asked it right now.
What Jim asked wasn't really a request though, and it was: "I'm really hot for you right now, so walking all the way back to the dorms would take way too long and is therefore unacceptable, okay?"
Leonard thought he saw where this was going, and explained to the universe that he wished to retract that statement about 'anything Jim asked', and if he could get a receipt too that would be great, thanks.
"Jim-" He said.
"Okay, GREAT!" Jim crowed, and was off like a shot in the direction of campus.
"JIM, FUCK IT, I AM NOT RUNNING ANY MORE TONIGHT, OR I'LL BE TOO TIRED TO SCRE-...SCREEN YOU!" Leonard managed to correct mid-howl. "For, parasites or something," He added less loudly, mindful of whomever might be listening to him almost shouting lewd, publicly innapropriate (yet highly Jim Kirk-effective) threats.
"THAT'S GREAT BONES. SO GET A CAB, YOU LAZY BASTARD, AND COME FUCK ME," Jim howled back, unnecessarily loud. Well, there went the public decency after all.
END
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A/N: I dunno if this sucks, I wrote it at two am instead of finishing a final for English 101. SO UM. I was half asleep. (and I haven't read through for grammar really...I could probably fix stuff but I'M LAZY RIGHT NOW.) I hope you enjoyed it anyway. 8D Time to work on that space_wrapped fic.