Downtime 2/?
Title: Downtime
Author: ShizukaAme
Fandom: Star Trek 2009 movie
Rating: R/NC-17 (eventually)
Summary: Exhaustion levels are high aboard the busy starship. Finally, the crew is granted shore leave. Unbeknownst to Spock and McCoy, their partners have arranged for the four of them to spend it together.
Pairings: SpockKirk, ScottyMcCoy
McCoy was finishing up the last bit of paperwork in Sickbay when Scotty all-but waltzed in, humming a happy tune.
".. You're in a good mood." the brunette muttered from his desk chair.
"O' course Ah am! Two whole week o' doin' nothing but having sex, sleeping in, and sharing a bit o' Scotch with th' captain while ye and Spock argue aboot something stupid." Scotty sat on the edge of McCoy's desk, grinning down at him.
McCoy couldn't help but smile up at him, glad to see his lover so content after such a hard month. It had seemed like the Scottish man wouldn't stop until--
'Wait one goddamn second.'
".. Why would I be arguing with Spock?"
"Ah dinnae tell you? We're spending our shore leave in a condo wi'h Spock and th' captain." Scotty informed him, absently inspecting his civvies for lint.
McCoy's eye twitched. "How could you forget to tell me that?"
"Hm? Oh, Ah thought that maybe Jim had told ye a'ready."
"Jim didn't tell me jack shit."
The redhead finally seemed to notice the doctor's obvious anger at the whole situation. He looked down at him, offering him his best smile, "Look at it this way. If we're wi'h our friends, Ah'll be in'a better mood. An' when Ah'm in'a better mood, ye get that much better sex."
".. If and when I get severely pissed off, I'm hypoing you and Jim."
"Ah couldnae expect annaething else from ye." Scotty leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lover's still-frowning lips.
-...-
The condo was on a few acres of undisturbed land on one side and a beautiful sandy beach and clear blue ocean water on the other.
".. A beach house." McCoy grumbled.
"Yeah. What's wrong with a beach house?" Kirk glanced at him as the two moved to the trunk of the primitive car they'd rented.
"Sand." The word sounded like poison on the doctor's tongue.
"Can't you have a positive outlook for once? It'll be fun!"
The infamously charming smile the younger man flashed didn't seem to put his friend at ease.
"It'd be a whole helluva lot more fun if we weren't here with you two." McCoy jerked his head in the direction of Spock, who had taken to helping Scotty bring in the groceries they had purchased. "And if we weren't living like it was the fucking year 2000. Who the hell decided to get such a piece of shit car and rent out a home with all manual equipment?" He shot an accusing glare at Kirk.
Kirk laughed, shutting the trunk once they'd removed the four luggage bags. "Hey, half of this was Scotty's idea. He figured that this was as 'roughing it' as you'd be willing to go without actually camping out."
".. I hate you." McCoy grabbed his and Scotty's bags, waiting for Kirk before starting towards the condo.
"Yeah, yeah. You're just pissy 'cause we didn't let you in on the plan until later."
"I'd be fine if you assholes had told me at least before the day we were leaving!"
He all-but kicked the front door open, his glare relenting when he saw just how cozy the condo was. It was decorated like a stereotypical 21st Century beach house. Most everything was sandy colored or had some type of oceanic theme to it. It was very open and spacious, with sliding glass doors off to the side of the living room, leading out to the large back porch.
".. Hmph." Trying to save face, McCoy stormed down a hallway to find a bedroom.
Grinning to himself, Kirk dropped his and Spock's stuff right in the middle of the front room before starting down the main hallway. He soon came upon the kitchen and stopped, leaning in the doorway to silently watch Spock and Scotty unpacking the food.
Scotty was blathering on about the different attractions just outside the property line. Kirk vaguely wondered if Spock could understand the Scottsman, who was known to become unintelligible when he was excited.
Spock looked up, catching his captain's eye. He quirked his brow, eliciting a small smile from the sandy haired man.
/Can you understand him?/ Kirk sounded amused even through their mind link.
/I am quite capable of understanding even Mr. Scott's thick brogue, Captain./
/Jim./
A hand on his shoulder pulled Kirk's attention from their link. He turned to find a pair of brown eyes glowering down at him.
"Dammit, Jim, you could've at least found a place where the bedrooms weren't right next to each other!"
"Don't get your panties in a wad, Bones. I made sure that both rooms were soundproof. Apparently, we're not the only ones to come up here looking for a relaxing place to get screwed." He treated the three other men to a lewd smile.
Scotty gave a slight cough before turning to finish unloading the grocery bags. Spock's cheeks turned the slightest hint of green. McCoy's hand connected with the back of Kirk's head.
"Ow! What the hell was that for??"
"Save your perverted talk for when it's just the two of us."
"Why, Bones, I didn't know you felt that way." Kirk reached a hand out to pinch his friend's cheek, only to have to dodge the punch aimed at his nose.
"Shut your fuckin' idiot mouth. I meant because you're makin' the wives uncomfortable." He shot a smirk at Scotty, silently counting down the seconds.
'3.. 2.. 1..'
"'Wife'? You're th' one who takes it up th'--" Before the Scottsman could blurt anything else out, he found the doctor's lips pressing against his own.
When they started to melt against one another rather than pull away, Kirk loudly cleared his throat.
"If you're gonna have kitchen sex, would it kill ya to let us know before you start going at it?"
They quickly pulled apart, Scotty grinning sheepishly and McCoy sneering.
"Consider it payback."
"Touche."