[FANFIC] Fireworks...In My Pants! -- Star Trek -- Kirk/Bones
Title: Fireworks...In my pants!
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: R!!!! *pats self on back*
Pairing: Kirk/Bones (academy)
Summary: Leonard has always had a hard time resisting Jim's puppy-dog eyes, even when they're trying to make him come with Jim to sit shivering in damp grass, watching things explode in the sky.
Warnings: Smut, fluffy-manly-fluff, not pre-established relationship, drunkenness, Jim being stupid, Leonard trying to kill some kids (not really...kind of)
“Look, Bones, it’s the Fourth! Even you can’t just sit in the dorm and study! Hell, you’re southern!”
Leonard shot Jim one of his trademark looks, and shifted, turning away from the doorway the blonde was obnoxiously refusing not to occupy.
“Stop being so asocial! God, why the hell are you my best friend?”
The whine in Jim’s voice was half affected, half genuine. Leonard rolled his eyes, knowing that he was fighting a losing battle.
“I’m not antisocial.” He drawled, burying his nose in the medical digest magazine he’d had on the nightstand (just for the purpose of pretending to read when Jim showed up to hassle him.) There was a quiet sigh behind him, and then the clink of the six-pack of beer bottles that Jim had brought with him being set down on the floor. The bed bounced, jostling Leonard’s arm as Jim flopped down beside him. A corner of the medical digest poked the doctor in the eye.
“GOD-…Dammit, Jim!” Leonard growled, blinking fiercely, and surprised at the smile that was trying subversively to curl its way onto his lips. It seemed the holiday cheer was infecting everyone (at least, the ‘everyone’ consisting of earthlings from what used to be the United States.) It was like a pandemic, the symptoms of which were the urge to make things explode and drink tons of beer, in celebration of an antiquated holiday that represented absolutely nothing in the current day and age. The fact that America had long ago been dissolved into the federation and then stirred until smooth did not seem to bother anyone.
“Please?” Jim bumped Leonard’s arm with his shoulder, and the older cadet tossed down his magazine to spare his eye further damage. He turned slightly to glare at Jim through his currently badly mussed bangs. It was a mistake. Big, pleading blue eyes stared up at him, and Leonard was once again reminded of why he was never allowed to feed the dogs as a child; his resolve had always ultimately collapsed under the canines’ big watery stares and every time, he’d poured extra kibble into the bowls.
“Jim…” Shit. He was beginning to fold. Jim’s smirk turned wickedly triumphant, in the way of a cat that smells its prey.
“C’mon, Bones. I’ve got a six pack, but no firecrackers. I know how you hate those. And I’ve got a blanket. Let’s go watch shit blow up in the sky.”
“You sayin’ ‘shit blowing up in the sky’ doesn’t exactly put me at eas-“ Leonard coughed, trying to ignore the way Jim’s smirk instantly reversed course, melting into yet another pleading face. How many expressions did the boy have for ‘pleeeeeease’ anyway?
“Yeah, you said that the first time we met. I don’t care, get up off your ass. We’ll just go to the park a few blocks from here, don’t even have to take a transport shuttle. Even though those don’t even really leave the ground.” Jim snorted derisively, and Leonard resisted the urge to poke him in the rib (it was the one right at the bottom on the left that really got Jim. He must have broken it in a bar fight or something for all he could guess, but Leonard knew was that it apparently tickled like hell and/or hurt like hell when prodded, both of which would work fine right now in the doctor’s opinion.)
“Can’t you find one of your girlfriends to watch the fireworks with you? I’m sure they’d keep you a whole hell of a lot ‘warmer’ than I will.” Leonard growled, pulling together scraps of annoyance to try to construct some sort of resistance. The damn puppy eyes were trained on him with their full force once again.
“Bones.” Jim’s voice dropped a few notches from his wheedling tone and Leonard was surprised to realize that the idiot was being serious for a rare moment. “None of them stick around long enough for me to invite. I don’t want to have sex-” Leonard shot him a disbelieving look. “Well, not this very second! And besides, at the risk of sounding completely juvenile, you’re my best friend. You matter more than any of them ever will.”
Damn. And there it went.
“Fine. Stupid sap.” Leonard growled in defeat, standing up and casting around for a sweater. Jim grinned in cocky triumph, and tossed one of the jackets he’d brought at Leonard, before bending to snatch up the six-pack of beer and dragging the doctor by the wrist out the door.
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The grass under the blanket really wasn’t that uncomfortable, Leonard decided. Especially not with a good few bottles of beer in you to cushion yourself with. Jim had dashed off with his usual exuberance and bought another pack when the first began to run low.
They’d gotten to the park early enough to ‘watch the sunset’ as Jim pointed out. Leonard saw it as disgustingly romantic (a quality that was completely useless with just him and Jim there) and therefore merely an opportunity to be eaten by mosquitoes. The damn bugs still would not die off, making them the earth’s most persistent species of blood-sucking parasites. The ex-wife must be related to them.
Now the sun was down, and the bugs were safely away in hiding, nursing their slap-wounds. Jim had chosen the perfect hill, with the exact slope that allowed them to lie down and still watch the fireworks. When they came. Leonard settled back into the grass, rolling his shoulders into the slight dampness of the crushed plants and finding that he didn’t really mind.
“Hey, Bones! Found some!” Jim’s jovial call snapped the doctor out of his reverie, as the blurry twilight shape of the other cadet trotted towards him.
“Hey. You step on me, and you’ll suddenly require a whole host of inoculating injections tomorrow.”
“’Kay, jeeze, I won’t.” Jim grunted, dropping to the ground next to Leonard and emptying the pockets of his windbreaker. “Check out the loot. Sweet rolls, and potato salad. And more beer.”
“What, you’re too cheap to actually go a grocery store for grub?” Leonard growled, quirking a completely futile eyebrow at Jim. It was light enough only to make out vague shapes. The park Jim had picked was very big, and very dark, despite being in the heart of the city.
“No, see, I would’ve made it to the store. Except there was this one chick-”
“Oh, here we go.”
“Bones, shut up. You asked, I’m explaining. Anyway, she said her family was having a barbeque or something. Which made sense, cuz she was smokin’, if you know what I mean.” Jim waved his hand to illustrate and nearly smacked Leonard in the nose with a sweet roll. “But anyway, they had tons of extra food.”
“I see. So we’re supposed to eat potato salad with our fingers?” Leonard was dubious.
“No, I got plastic sporks.” Jim waved his hands again, and Leonard shielded his eyes, just as a safety precaution.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’ll prob’ly stab yourself in the face and I’m a doctor, not a reconstructive surgeon.” Leonard drawled, somehow managing to grab Jim’s errant hand in the dark and forcing it and the threatening utensils to the ground. “How about you jus’ drink your beer instead. I refuse t’ spend my Fourth of July picking pieces of potato outa your pretty face.”
“Ha! But I thought you were all set on not acknowledging the holiday!” Jim sounded smug.
“Well. If you’re finished bein’ pleased with yourself at makin’ another convert, you can hand me a damn sweet roll.” Leonard grumbled, knowing that, although Jim couldn’t see the slight grin on his face, he would at least hear it in his voice. Sometimes Leonard thought that they knew each other far too well.
They chewed in companionable silence for a few minutes, before Leonard found himself shifting again to avoid the uncomfortable dampness of the grass that was seeping up through the blanket.
“When do the fireworks start?” He queried, elbowing Jim to get his attention. There was a slight ‘unf’ and Leonard didn’t need his sight to feel the resentful glare Jim shot him. He must’ve hit that bottom left rib. The doctor grinned contentedly.
“Like, at ten thirty.” Jim grumbled, and there was a flicker of green light as the blond haired cadet reached down to fiddle with his watch. “Five minutes. Chill, Bones.”
“My ass is cold.”
“Let’s not talk about your ass.”
“Why not? ‘We’ seem talk about yours all the time. Or at least what girls do to yours.” Leonard griped dryly, leaning back and twining his fingers together to make a pillow for his head. There was the soft rustle of a jacket as Jim flopped down next to him.
“Yes, but there’s a difference between my ass and yours. Mine’s the one with the waiting line, while yours has the ‘out of service’ sign on it.” When Leonard tried to elbow Jim this time, the blond cadet’s arm was cradled in anticipatory protection around his ribs.
“Just because I don’t sleep with every person who acknowledges my existence-“
“Hey! I don’t do that! There was that one guy a couple weeks ago who acknowledged me just fine and-”
“God. Don’t remind me about that. This is a horrible conversation.”
“Fine. But, thanks for that, by the way. I don’t think I told you. Seriously, I honestly don’t know if I could’ve gotten him to go away if you hadn’t stepped in.” Jim chuckled awkwardly into the darkness.
“Yeah, yeah. I couldn’t just leave you there, kid.” Leonard snorted slightly. “If I had, your ass would’ve needed to borrow my ‘out of order’ sign for a couple weeks.”
“Days.” Jim shifted, sounding smug again.
“What?”
“I said, days, not weeks. I’ve had worse than that guy and I recover qui-”
“Godammit, Jim, that’s disgusting. Shut the hell up.” Leonard spat slightly, trying to cleanse his mind of unholy images. He did not need to be imagining his best friend doing that. “There’s one more injury I won’t patch you up from.”
“Yeah, wel-Bones! Look!” The bright orb of a red firework outlined the silhouette of Jim’s pointing hand perfectly.
“I can see it, Jim, take your hand down.” Leonard laughed, pulling his friend’s arm out of the way. The distant bang and closely following crackle of sparks felt familiar and slightly nostalgic. It was…nice, Leonard had to admit, as the sky lit up in a multitude of colors and shapes.
Jim was pointing again, and chuckling, and Leonard glanced in the direction of his finger just in time to catch the rude hand gesture picked out in flares of burning chemicals above the nearest college. Leonard let himself groan in exasperation, thinking that Frat boys will always be frat boys, no matter what age the planet is in.
The breeze twined lightly through Leonard’s hair, bringing with it the sharp tang of sulfur. Leonard grinned into it, and glanced over to see Jim’s face lit in the green glow of the most recent burst. His best friend was grinning like a delighted little boy. Despite his wet ass, the brown haired cadet was glad he’d allowed himself to be dragged out here. Leaning back, Leonard relaxed into the ground, and split his attention between watching the fireworks, and watching Jim searching excitedly for each new burst of color in the black sky.
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Leonard was glad when the first volley of fireworks stopped. Sure, the colors were pretty in the sky, but the constant explosions were starting to grate on his nerves.
Sighing, he relaxed back into the hillside, letting his eyes flutter closed in the darkness. The smell of fresh crushed grass mingled with the scent of Jim that seemed to be an integral part of the sweater the blonde had lent him. It wasn’t unpleasant.
Maybe he should have stopped at four beers.
Oh well, what harm could a stray thought do. It wasn’t as though Jim’s ‘out of order’ remark had been without provocation (serious studying left little time for fooling around) and so it was understandable that he might have a stupid idea or two. Leonard inhaled, and sank further back. He could almost fall asleep here, with Jim sitting up next to him like a guard dog, making sure no one tried to usurp their position on the hillside.
In fact, Leonard was just drifting into that blurry, relaxed place between dreams and consciousness when…
A sharp bang, like a gunshot, rang out in the bushes, not ten feet away from Leonard’s blanket. The doctor jolted instantly awake, jumping embarrassingly like a startled rabbit, his heart pounding in his ears. He could smell the sulfur and…
There were satisfied giggles emanating from the bush a little farther up the hill.
Firecrackers. Kids with firecrackers. Well, didn’t that tear it.
Slowly, Leonard picked himself up, feeling the rush as the irascibility (that was normally a mere personality trait of his) concentrated itself. He was going to rip those kids to shreds.
“Bones? Hey, Bones, what are you-” Jim began as Leonard turned slowly to face the still-chortling bush. The night air fizzed with tension. The bush silenced. “Fuck. Stop it, they were just screwing around.”
“Jim.” Bones drawled, slowly, rolling each word off his tongue like it had the leaden weight of a bullet. “I’m going to kill those kids.”
“No, Bones, stop, hey-” Jim was tugging on his pant leg, but Leonard paid him no attention. In the dusky light, he could just make out the fuzzy forms of the two children crouched in the bush. Leonard felt his lips pull back from his teeth in a grin that was more a snarl than a show of amusement. One of the kids stood and began to back away, the barely perceptible silhouette twitching with anxiety.
“Hey, we didn’t-” The still crouching child began, and Leonard lunged, snarling. The grass was slippery under his feet, but he would have easily been tearing into the closest boys in seconds, had Jim not thrown his arms around Leonard’s waist in a desperate last minute attempt to stop him as he realized what the doctor was about to do.
The terrified and shrieking escape of the children was made even less gratifying as Jim managed to tug Leonard off-balance, and he felt himself begin to topple backwards.
“Fuck.” Was all Leonard could manage, before he tumbled backward onto Jim. The hill they were on was not an easy slope. For a good rolling twenty feet, the world was a blur of darkness; the heavy, soily feel of grass and earth slapping into his face, and the quick pauses of thick night air as Leonard careened down the hill, Jim’s arms still in a painful vice-grip around his waist.
They flopped to a stop, arms and legs a tangled in far too complex knot. Jim was lying breathlessly on top of him and it took Leonard a second before he could get his lungs to take in air again. Finally, he managed to pull a searing breath in past his protesting throat.
“Jim, why the fuck did you stop me?” He hissed through clenched teeth. Leonard could feel the giggle before he could hear it, as Jim’s chest began to shake against his. Dammit! This was serious business!
“I don’t think,” Jim choked out around a cackle of hilarity, “that your argument for manslaughter brought on by firecracker would st-” and he paused to draw in a shaky breath, “-Stand up in court.” The last word was almost indecipherable as Jim broke down into an fit unintelligible mumbling laughter.
Leonard coughed. Drew in a breath to yell at Jim. And found that he was laughing too. In fact, he didn’t have the energy to push Jim off of himself. Still, he tried to shove ineffectually at his friend, as it wasn’t the most comfortable thing to be pressed into the grass with his head twisted at a strange angle, and recovering from having the wind knocked out of him was bad enough while laughing without the added weight of a full grown man on top of him.
They must look a sight ridiculous. Momentarily, Leonard prayed that the kids wouldn’t come back. Then the thought of the brats seeing Jim and him like this, and the shocked and scandalized expressions that would likely appear on the kids’ faces set the brown haired cadet off again. When was he supposed to breathe?
“Don’t think-” Leonard began, with difficulty, “We should stay like this.”
Jim managed to push himself up on his elbows and Leonard suddenly found himself staring into those intense blue eyes once again, as the second volley of fireworks began, lighting the park like red purple and gold daytime. His laughter halted in his throat.
Something changed. The air was suddenly thick with static, and Leonard knew he’d had far far too much to drink. They were enveloped by darkness for a second, then there was the sound of a distant explosion, and Leonard could see the expression on Jim’s face. It was that look of delighted mischief he got when he’d just decided to do something extremely reckless.
Oh Shit.
“Uh-“ Was all Leonard could manage, before he was silenced by Jim’s lips on his. Seriously? Are we this drunk? But he’d be damned if it didn’t feel good. Jim tasted like, well, beer, and sweet rolls, and something else, something akin to the smell of the cadet’s sweater. Uniquely Jim. It was intoxicating.
Suddenly, the chill of the earth under his back was an almost painfully stark contrast with the heat that seemed to radiate off Jim. Leonard allowed his eyes to flutter closed and listened to the distant whistle and bang of the fireworks, the sounds coupled with Jim’s intermittent moans of ‘Bones. Bones.’
There was something strangely sexy about feeling the vibration of his nickname in Jim’s throat. And there was also something not at all strangely sexy about being shoved into the ground underneath the other cadet, legs twined together as Jim’s sinewy body pressing him downward as if trying to be as close to Leonard as physically possible.
“Mmph!” Leonard managed, as his brain finally caught up to what was happening.
Jim pulled back, keeping his face inches from Leonard’s. The older cadet could see Jim’s gaze darting inquiringly back and forth between his own eyes.
“What, Bones? Tired already? They really should leave that ‘out of order’ sign up.” Jim laughed, but Leonard knew him too well not to miss the uncertainty in the sound. Underneath the bravado was fear, fear that he’d finally messed up and gone too far. The brown haired cadet could feel the sudden tension in the younger man’s body (it was hard to miss with the way they were twined together) accompanied by the slight tremor in his voice that betrayed Jim’s expectation of rejection.
Now what? Leonard realized that he had no objection to what Jim obviously intended to happen (in fact, he was so far from objecting that he thought he might approve.) But at the same time, Jim was not someone he could sleep with and then just walk away from in the morning. Jim was the most steadfast, and close friend Leonard had had since before his divorce, and that was not something he wanted to lose for a quick fuck.
But then, they did have the excuse of being very drunk…
Jim was still lying on top of him. Leonard could feel Jim’s knee digging into his thigh, but otherwise the blonde had backed off. He was propped up on his elbows, doing his best (given the current situation) to stay out of Leonard’s space, waiting anxiously for the brown haired cadet’s reaction. And there were those intensely blue, hopeful puppy eyes again, lit intermittently by the flashes of fireworks.
“Dammit.” Leonard hissed. Why did he always cave when Jim gave him that look? “You’re no good for me.”
“Bones?” Jim questioned, sounding dubiously hopeful.
Leonard sighed in false annoyance, and reached his hands up to lock his fingers around the back of Jim’s neck.
Here goes nothin'.
“That was awful. Let me show you how it‘s done.” Leonard drawled, trying not to grin as he pulled Jim’s head down to meet his own. He could feel Jim’s startled expression morph into a relieved smile against his lips, before they both relaxed into the kiss.
This time, Leonard kept the contact slow and sensual, a stark contrast to Jim’s earlier wild attack. Running his fingers through the short, soft hair at the juncture of Jim’s head and neck, the brown haired cadet guided the younger man into just the right angle. Jim moaned against his lips, and pressed himself against Leonard.
“Bones…god…” Jim was murmuring into his mouth, and Leonard suddenly realized that they probably would never make it back to the dorm at this rate. He would laugh tomorrow if Jim had grass stains on his knees. Oh. His knees. Leonard tried to stop thinking about it (he wanted to savor this and that thought would definitely not help him to last longer) but it was completely futile. The way Jim was now grinding his hips down against Leonard, sending sparks of electricity racing through him, made it difficult to think of anything else at the moment.
Still, he made a valiant effort.
“Jim…we should…blanket-” And then he had to fight to swallow back a loud moan, Jim obviously having found it difficult to occupy his mouth while Leonard was trying to talk, and therefore having moved on to his neck. The older cadet arched up embarrassingly into the contact as he felt teeth scrape against where his neck met his shoulder. Then Jim paused, and Leonard could feel him draw in a breath to speak.
“I’m not getting off you to walk up that hill, Bones. I’ve waited way too fucking long for this already.” The words were slightly muffled by the way Jim’s face was pressed into the hollow behind Leonard’s clavicle, but the message was still crystal clear.
Wait. What? The hell? How did I miss this?
Leonard’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt Jim’s hand slide between them and begin to fumble with the button on his jeans, and the blonde simultaneously resumed his exploration of Leonard’s neck.
It was getting far too hot in the sweater Jim had lent him. Leonard tried to roll Jim off him, and began to reach down to remove the offending article of clothing, when Jim’s free hand (the one not occupied with Leonard’s fly) shot up and caught his wrists, pinning them above his head.
“Jim-” Leonard moaned in half-frustrated protest. Jim responded by biting him on the collar bone, and finally managing to slide his hand into Leonard’s pants. The doctor’s breath caught in his throat, and he inadvertently thrust up into Jim’s fingers. He could feel the smugness radiating off his friend as Jim smirked against his neck. He would never hear the end of this later, but honestly, Leonard didn’t really care at the moment, not with what Jim’s hand was doing in his pants.
“Happy?” Jim laughed, sliding down Leonard while still keeping his hands pinned above his head.
“You-uhn-you have to fuckin’ ask?” Leonard croaked, trying to sound exasperated and failing miserably.
Then the restraining hand around his wrists released, and he was momentarily at a loss for what to do with his own hands as Jim reached chilled fingers under Leonard’s clothes to push the doctor’s sweater and shirt up, trailing hot kisses down his abdomen. “Dammit…Jim!” Leonard gasped, twining his fingers into his friend’s hair and trying not to buck up against Jim’s hand hard enough to knock the younger man off of him. He gasped when Jim’s warm tongue dipped teasingly into his belly button, and then groaned in incredulity as Jim continued downward. He wasn’t actually going to…
Leonard stared down disbelievingly, meeting Jim’s gaze as the blond cadet grinned back at him, blue eyes twinkling in the momentary illumination of a golden firework. Then Jim tugged Leonard’s pants all the way open, and…
“Fuck.” Leonard choked out, his head falling back and thudding almost painfully against the moist earth. “God, ah, Jim-” And then Jim did something with his tongue and Leonard lost words completely. He curled his fingers tighter into his friend’s hair, and held on for dear life.
Jim seemed to really enjoy his moans, which was a good thing, because Leonard could not swallow them back anymore. Jim’s fingers dug into Leonard’s thighs as the doctor tried not to thrust into his friend’s mouth, his hips jerking without a rhythm, his breath a litany of hoarse curses and shallow pants in his throat.
Suddenly, Jim released his grip on Leonard’s legs, and pushed even further down, his loud moan vibrating around Leonard. And it was too much.
Leonard came with a cry that trailed off into a groan, his hips jerking spasmodically, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He could feel it as Jim swallowed around him.
It took the brown haired cadet a minute before he could gather himself in enough to take in his surroundings, and by the time he opened his eyes, Jim was already crawling up him, his smirk that of the cat that got the bird. Leonard frowned slightly, not quite surprised that he was already reacting again, his eyes riveted on his friend's face as Jim slowly licked his lips, all the while staring up at him with those hungry blue eyes. With a soft groan, the brown haired cadet tore his gaze away from his friend, worried that being this horny so soon after an orgasm might be unhealthy at his age. Jim dragged himself all the way up Leonard's body as the doctor continued to refuse to meet his eyes, and adopted a different tactic, leaning in and purring huskily into Leonard’s ear;
“So much better than potato salad.”
Leonard shivered. And then slid a hand down between them to palm Jim’s groin.
“Bones!” Jim moaned loudly, throwing his head back and grinding down wantonly against Leonard’s hand. Leonard felt himself beginning to grin. With an efficient twist of his torso, Leonard rolled them over, pinning Jim under him. Without a moment's pause, Jim wrapped his legs around Leonard’s waist and rocked needily up against him, mumbling a nearly unintelligible mix of pleas, expletives and encouragement.
“C’mon, Bones, Need you, want you, please fuck me, now now now, hnnn-” Leonard leaned in and covered Jim’s mouth with his, swallowing the blond cadet’s moans, and resolving to comply to every request.
This was undeniably the best Fourth of July he’d had in years.
In the sky above them, the fireworks painted the black velvet with a final bright burst of color, before the last sparks fizzed out. Night settled like a cool blanket around them, but neither of the two men cared that they’d have to walk home in the dark.
END
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Look this, look this! I finally wrote smut! yay! YAY! whoo.....I'm tired. Happy fifth of July, because I had this idea while I was out watching fireworks and didn't even get home and started writing until one thirty in the morning.
I seriously love academy fluff.
Heh. My McCoy and I are now wanting to sew academy uniforms also. =D since the normal trek uniforms are so damn simple and fast. (but the spandex pants are not a good thing! Our costumes are hybrids of the old and new trek...because both of us have trouble deciding which to like more...IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! AUGH!)
*edit*
Btw, people, this is not my first smut ever. this is my first smut in about a year and a half. I (I'm admitting this to my even further embarrassement) was blushing like hell while writing this. But it seems like I'm well on the way to crushing this annoying thing called shame that seems to have attached itself to me in the last year. I think it's stupid that i can read the stuff but have a hard time writing it. ANYWAY. So I was happy about finishing this.