Just Wanna Touch You For A Minute (Kirk/Bones, Kirk/OFC, Kirk/OMC, Kirk/Gaila)
Title: Just Wanna Touch You For A Minute
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kirk/Bones, Kirk/OFC, past Kirk/OMC, and past Kirk/Gaila.
Word Count: 3067.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and Marvel and 20th Century Fox own the rights to the X-Men in their comic and film versions, respectively. Since I'm not any of the aforementioned companies, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Kirk is a mutant and cannot touch anyone. Taken from this request at st_xi_kink.
Warning/Spoilers: Small spoilers for X-Men: The Last Stand, that's it.
A/N: First off, I have taken a few liberties here, the first and foremost ones with biology. As far as I'm aware, you can't really change someone's DNA when they're walking and talking and living in general. I have to ask for a bit suspension of disbelief on that matter, just think it's possible within Star Trek. For those of you who don't know, there is an "X-Gene" in the mutants in X-Men that causes them to be mutants. Now, I assumed that the cure that was used in the third X-Men movie just caused the gene to lie dormant, meaning even if a mutant took the cure, they'd still pass on some capacity of the gene to their descendants. That's technically my second liberty and my third goes with that. I changed the specifics of the power used in here, instead of having immediate drain of powers, memories, and life of everyone, I have made it so life is just drained from everyone and that it takes longer for the power to effect aliens such as Gaila and Spock.
Since that's out of the way, I have one final note, my beta has been on vacation and hasn't seen this. If you see any errors, please don't hesistate to point them out.
He still remembered the day he found out. He still remembered watching William slide to the floor, seemingly dead. He swore never to kiss anyone, never to put anyone in that state again.
He's been good about keeping that promise. Even if everyone thought he had sex with anything that moved, he chuckled. If only they knew. He realized that his power took longer to work on aliens when he met Gaila. He was able to touch her for five minutes before she began to feel the effects. A little fact that his affection starved hands adored. And a fact that he was infinitely thankful for on the bridge, because, really, it wouldn't do to have his first officer dead before they ever reached a point of contentment.
They saved Earth and miraculously no one had touched him long enough to die. Jim smiled and everything was right in his world.
---
Fifty five days into their five year mission and Jim realizes his plan to never fall in love with anyone, including his crew, is failing miserably. The one person who he needs to stay alive, not just for him, but for the entire crew, is the one he wants to touch and feel and kiss and love. Is the one that would die. He can't do it. He won't.
"Captain." McCoy coughs. "Captain." Another cough and then a growl. "Dammit Jim, pay attention."
"Sorry, my mind's somewhere else. What happened?"
McCoy gives him his patented "You're an idiot" eyeroll before answering. "Supposedly, to seal the agreement, they need a kiss from a high ranking person, usually ambassadors, but they'll settle for Starship captain."
Jim freezes. "Are you sure they won't settle for Spock?"
McCoy chuckles. "Come on, Jim, you never turn down a kiss from any being. Why are these guys any different?"
Oh I don't know, Bones, maybe the fact that I'll kill whoever I'm kissing in about five minutes. No, that wouldn't work. Time to settle for the lame answer. "I can't."
"You can't, my ass. You just don't want to."
"No, Bones, I really can't. I- you know what forget it, I'll do it. Happy?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, because the sooner you do it, the sooner we can get off of this planet."
The ambassador motions for everyone to join him in standing in toast. "Nice to know you care so much about my wishes, Bones."
"Jim, I'm your best friend and your Chief Medical Officer, if I listened to your wishes you'd be dead many times over by now."
"To the union between The Federation and Capella IV, may it remain strong for many years." They raise their glasses in agreement before sipping the drink. "And now, to cement the union I present my daughter, Deirdre."
The woman to the right of the ambassador smiles before walking over to Jim. "Captain." She comments in a soft voice.
Please don't die. Please don't die. It's not a good time to have diplomatic incident. Just don't die. "Deirdre. It'll be my pleasure to kiss you." Jim whispers before leaning in to softly kiss her.
Her mouth opens into a sigh and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in, making sure that no one can deny that he actually went through with it. He isn't sure how long they've been standing there until she starts going limp in his arms and Bones yells at him as he drops her on the floor.
The ambassador and Bones sweep in first as Jim backs away in horror. Shit, it's just like Will. Shit.
"Dammit Jim, what did you do to her?" McCoy growls, scanning her.
Jim opens his mouth, trying to tell him anything but the truth. Anything that can explain how she just collapsed. Anything that won't make Bones look away in disgust.
"I didn't do anything. I just- I didn't mean to. I told-" He is cut off by her groaning.
"What happened?"
McCoy raises an eyebrow at Jim. "That's what I'd like to know."
---
McCoy wastes no time in questioning Jim when they beam back aboard the ship. As soon as he clears everyone for duty he motions for Jim to join him in his office. Jim barely enters before being pushed against the wall.
"What the hell was that down there? Dammit Jim, for one I'm your best and for that matter, only friend and two I'm your goddamn Chief Medical Officer, meaning I can have your command taken right from under you in less than a minute. Which is going to happen if you don't tell me what I just witnessed on that godforsaken planet. That's not normal, Jim, not in any sense of the word."
Jim tenses, but doesn't stop the flow of words that tumble from his mouth. "I know it's not normal. I know it's not normal to kiss someone and it be a likely possibility that it'll kill them. I know it's not normal to put your first boyfriend in a coma because you kissed him. I know it's not normal to be unable to touch anyone you love or hate or don't give a shit about either way. I know Bones and I don't need you of all people to rub it in. Do you remember the X-Men from back in the 20th and 21st centuries? There was this one in particular called Rogue and to condense this story, she did what I do now. She sucked the life out of whoever she touched. She took the "cure" they came up with and went on her merry way and had family, she was my grandmother. Somehow, she passed the gene on to my mom, who passed it onto me. It showed up when I was sixteen. I haven't been able to touch anyone with bare skin for more than five minutes since then. So, yeah, the power is the reason she fainted. That's what you and everyone else saw."
McCoy steps away from Jim with a look of shock on his face. "Bullshit. The academy-"
"Name anyone who would say they didn't want to sleep with me." Other than you.
"Point taken. How did you avoid killing every doctor that's examined you? How come I'm not dead?"
"You like sticking me with hyposprays and that tricorder does the examining quite well. And the only other time a doctor would touch me is when they're operating and they wear gloves. Therefore, no contact with bare skin, no dead doctors."
McCoy sighs. "All of the cure was destroyed in 21st century. Dammit. Jim, I-"
"Save me the pity, Bones. I've gotten used to not touching my family, my friends, and you. I've tried so many times to get rid of this stupid power that I never wanted. It hasn't worked at all. Are we done? Can I go back to being captain now?"
McCoy studies Jim's face, wondering how it must feel to never really touch anyone for long periods of time. What it's like to not be able to kiss someone you love. What it's like to never- he stops that thought, squashing it into the farthest corners of his mind.
"I'm done and I suppose you can, but Jim, what do you say about trying to create a cure on the ship?"
Jim pauses, his gloved hand rubbing against his mouth before he answers. "You think it could work?"
"Maybe. This is the Enterprise after all, we seem to have a knack for making the impossible, possible."
"What's the harm in trying again? Fine. Let's do it."
McCoy smiles slightly. "Alright then, I'll talk to everyone and we'll go from there."
Jim starts walking through the doors before turning around. "Thanks Bones. You don't have-"
"Anything for my best friend, kid. Now get out of my sickbay."
Right. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Just friends.
---
Looking at Jim's DNA for what seems like the millionth time in the past month, McCoy thinks that the doctors who first came up with the cure had it easy, considering they had a mutant who essentially did their work for him. One gene in Jim, just one damn gene and he's stuck with this power. One gene that he has to isolate to cure him.
"I told you, I've tried."
"You never had the best crew in Starfleet helping you. It's possible, it's just a pain in the ass and I'm wondering if I was out of my mind when I asked."
Jim grins. "Well, I do tend to make people lose their minds around me. Although, not for the reason everyone seems to think. Tell me Bones, do I just give off slut vibes?"
"Of all the times to ask me this, you ask this now?"
"Well, now you know I'm not really one since I haven't ever slept with anyone in my entire life. I mean, I could kiss Gaila and the other species for five minutes give or take, but that's not enough time to fuck anyone. So, since you know that I didn't sleep with everyone you can make an informed decision."
I haven't ever slept with anyone in my entire life. Jim was a virgin. Something in McCoy smiles at the thought of relieving him of that issue when he figures out how to cure him. Pushing him onto the bed, Jim's lips mouthing his name, eyelashes fluttering.
McCoy bites back a moan before answering. "No. You just are attractive enough to have everyone wish you were a slut."
"Including you?"
Yes. "No. Jim, go to bed, I'll tell you if we make any progress when you get up."
Jim looks him up and down, stopping at McCoy's crotch and the slightly noticeable bulge. He smirks before turning around to the doors. "Fine. Night Bones."
After Jim leaves McCoy looks down, fighting the urge to smash his head against the wall. "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a seventeen year old boy."
---
"Bones, you've got to sleep. You are of no use to anyone half dead." Jim yells after finding him passed out on his desk.
McCoy looks up at Jim with bleary eyes. "Coming from someone who could kill me. I have to figure this out, Jim. You need this."
He watches Jim's lips form a frown before they answer. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. Just going to pretend you didn't just imply that I would kill you willingly. And what I need is you to go to bed, I'm not having my CMO dead on his feet because he wants to cure me of something that I'm used to."
"Dammit Jim, I know you wouldn't. And I'm fine, I'm not dead on my feet. Besides, while you may be "used to it", which I highly doubt considering how you keep looking at me with those eyes, but I am not. I'm used to you not touching me, but I'm used to the idea of knowing why. I need to help you."
"Those eyes? What are you talking about? I haven't been making eyes at you. You don't need to do this, you can do this, but it's like I made it a fucking order that you had to find a cure for this stupid thing."
"You have this goddamn longing look in your eyes like you'd give anything to touch me and only me. Everyone else would just be an added reward. I know you didn't make it an order, but dammit Jim did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to do it out of my own free will. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to this because I-" He stops, wondering if he should continue his rant when Jim's looking at him with terrified eyes. "You know what, just forget it."
"Because you what, Bones?"
"I want to be able to touch you without gloves or clothes."
Jim walks behind the desk and turns Bones' chair so he leans over the older man. "How?"
"Like no one has ever touched you before. I want to kiss you for as long as I want and fuck you for as long as I want."
Jim shudders, his mind conjuring images of Bones towering above him, writhing underneath him.
"So, now that you know I'm doing this for both of our benefits, get out of my Sickbay and let me work, so whatever you just imagined can become real much sooner."
As Jim rushes out of Sickbay, McCoy swears he hasn't seen him run that fast since the Narada incident.
---
When Jim appears in his quarters a week later holding a thin sheet of plastic, two thoughts cross McCoy's brain. One, did he just replicate plastic and two, what the hell is it for?
"I've come up with an idea that solves one big problem we have right now."
McCoy rolls his eyes. "Somehow I fail to see how that piece of plastic helps with not being able to fuck you."
"That's because it doesn't. It solves the problem of not being able to kiss you, because it's a barrier between us that's flexible."
"You mean to tell me that you want to kiss me through plastic. Dammit Jim, it could suffocate us both."
"Not if we're careful. Please Bones, I just want to get a taste in case you-"
McCoy cuts him off. "I will find a cure. We're close Jim. You just need to have-"
Jim stops him with a kiss from behind the plastic. It feels odd at first, and McCoy smells plastic for a few seconds before he seems to ignore it, instead focusing on the faint feeling of Jim's lips on his. He notices the heat from their mouths fogging up the plastic and pulls away smiling. "Patience."
"Who needs patience when they have you?" Jim chuckles before leaning in to kiss McCoy again, his lips grasping McCoy's lower one.
When Jim leaves after what seems like hours McCoy makes sure that his room will have the necessary plastic to allow this to happen all the time.
---
The breakthrough comes to McCoy in the midst of one of Jim's affectionately called Saran Wrap kisses.
That's it, you just need to change it up a little. He pulls away startling Jim as he hastily walks to the doors. "Go to bed. You have alpha shift tomorrow."
"Bones! What that fuck?"
"Just trust me on this, Jim. Just go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He gives Jim one last kiss before walking out the doors.
"You green-blooded hobgoblin, open the door." McCoy growls at Spock's doors.
"Doctor McCoy, might I inquire as to why you are expressing unfounded anger at my door?" Spock asks startling McCoy.
"Damn you Vulcans and ability to sneak up on people without even breathing. Come with me, I finally figured out how to cure Jim."
Spock's lips upturn slightly before he follows a slightly frantic McCoy. It would seem that the captain would finally get what he wanted after three years.
---
The message McCoy gave Jim is brief, a simple order for him to come down to Sickbay. Jim isn't getting his hopes up, the last time he had gotten this sort of call it was to tell him that the treatment was yet again, a failure. But Bones had seemed so sure and he stopped kissing him. Maybe this is the one.
As soon as Jim arrives in Sickbay he's greeted by McCoy who almost shoves him to a biobed.
"We did it. We figured it out." He waves the hypospray in his hands. "It's in here. It's going to knock you out for a while, but it'll be worth it."
Jim smiles and tilts his neck, giving McCoy better access. "Do it."
He feels a pinch and then blackness.
---
When he comes to Nurse Chapel is the one who is standing by his bedside checking his vitals. He looks at her questioningly.
"He's asleep in the office. I'll go get him, Sir."
"Thank you." He croaks out.
He hears a muffled curse come from McCoy as Nurse Chapel wakes him up, pointing at Jim with a smile. This is it. The moment of truth. Jim thinks as he sees McCoy walking towards him.
McCoy stops next to the biobed. "Take off your gloves and touch my hand."
Jim blinks before pulling off his glove and inching his hand towards McCoy. He loosely links their fingers together, worried that it didn't work.
McCoy smiles as time passes with no adverse effect on him. "It worked." He kisses Jim's hand softly.
"I-shit. Can we get out of here?"
Instead of answering McCoy yells to Nurse Chapel to watch over Sickbay for him for the next hour. She chuckles in response as they leave hand in hand.
---
As soon as they reach the inside of Jim's quarters McCoy finds himself against the wall, his body flush against Jim's, his tongue darting through his lips. Somehow in their haze they manage to make it to the bed, their clothes thrown across the room.
McCoy flips their positions, pinning Jim to his mattress. "This is just the beginning, kid."
Jim's hips buck as McCoy's hand grips his cock. "I hope so. Don't talk, just fuck me."
McCoy grins, fiddling with the lube he finds on the nightside. He coats his fingers, easing one and two in there. Jim mewls as McCoy brushes against that one spot. McCoy pulls his fingers out and Jim groans at their loss.
McCoy pauses as he coats his own cock. "You sure you want this."
"Yes, just do it."
McCoy eases in carefully, letting Jim adjust before moving. When Jim adjust his moves are slow and deliberate. He watches Jim's eyelashes flutter when he has just the right angle. His lips whisper "Bones, bones, bones." as he inches closer toward the edge.
McCoy's hand gives Jim's cock one last stroke and whispers. "Come for me, Jim."
"Bones." He sighs as he comes.
McCoy follows soon after with a growl and falls down next to Jim. After a minute Jim turns and smiles. "Hey Bones, you want to declare that I need to bedridden for today?"
McCoy chuckles and kisses Jim, biting his lip softly. "If I get to enjoy that for the rest of the day, fine."
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kirk/Bones, Kirk/OFC, past Kirk/OMC, and past Kirk/Gaila.
Word Count: 3067.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and Marvel and 20th Century Fox own the rights to the X-Men in their comic and film versions, respectively. Since I'm not any of the aforementioned companies, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Kirk is a mutant and cannot touch anyone. Taken from this request at st_xi_kink.
Warning/Spoilers: Small spoilers for X-Men: The Last Stand, that's it.
A/N: First off, I have taken a few liberties here, the first and foremost ones with biology. As far as I'm aware, you can't really change someone's DNA when they're walking and talking and living in general. I have to ask for a bit suspension of disbelief on that matter, just think it's possible within Star Trek. For those of you who don't know, there is an "X-Gene" in the mutants in X-Men that causes them to be mutants. Now, I assumed that the cure that was used in the third X-Men movie just caused the gene to lie dormant, meaning even if a mutant took the cure, they'd still pass on some capacity of the gene to their descendants. That's technically my second liberty and my third goes with that. I changed the specifics of the power used in here, instead of having immediate drain of powers, memories, and life of everyone, I have made it so life is just drained from everyone and that it takes longer for the power to effect aliens such as Gaila and Spock.
Since that's out of the way, I have one final note, my beta has been on vacation and hasn't seen this. If you see any errors, please don't hesistate to point them out.
He still remembered the day he found out. He still remembered watching William slide to the floor, seemingly dead. He swore never to kiss anyone, never to put anyone in that state again.
He's been good about keeping that promise. Even if everyone thought he had sex with anything that moved, he chuckled. If only they knew. He realized that his power took longer to work on aliens when he met Gaila. He was able to touch her for five minutes before she began to feel the effects. A little fact that his affection starved hands adored. And a fact that he was infinitely thankful for on the bridge, because, really, it wouldn't do to have his first officer dead before they ever reached a point of contentment.
They saved Earth and miraculously no one had touched him long enough to die. Jim smiled and everything was right in his world.
---
Fifty five days into their five year mission and Jim realizes his plan to never fall in love with anyone, including his crew, is failing miserably. The one person who he needs to stay alive, not just for him, but for the entire crew, is the one he wants to touch and feel and kiss and love. Is the one that would die. He can't do it. He won't.
"Captain." McCoy coughs. "Captain." Another cough and then a growl. "Dammit Jim, pay attention."
"Sorry, my mind's somewhere else. What happened?"
McCoy gives him his patented "You're an idiot" eyeroll before answering. "Supposedly, to seal the agreement, they need a kiss from a high ranking person, usually ambassadors, but they'll settle for Starship captain."
Jim freezes. "Are you sure they won't settle for Spock?"
McCoy chuckles. "Come on, Jim, you never turn down a kiss from any being. Why are these guys any different?"
Oh I don't know, Bones, maybe the fact that I'll kill whoever I'm kissing in about five minutes. No, that wouldn't work. Time to settle for the lame answer. "I can't."
"You can't, my ass. You just don't want to."
"No, Bones, I really can't. I- you know what forget it, I'll do it. Happy?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, because the sooner you do it, the sooner we can get off of this planet."
The ambassador motions for everyone to join him in standing in toast. "Nice to know you care so much about my wishes, Bones."
"Jim, I'm your best friend and your Chief Medical Officer, if I listened to your wishes you'd be dead many times over by now."
"To the union between The Federation and Capella IV, may it remain strong for many years." They raise their glasses in agreement before sipping the drink. "And now, to cement the union I present my daughter, Deirdre."
The woman to the right of the ambassador smiles before walking over to Jim. "Captain." She comments in a soft voice.
Please don't die. Please don't die. It's not a good time to have diplomatic incident. Just don't die. "Deirdre. It'll be my pleasure to kiss you." Jim whispers before leaning in to softly kiss her.
Her mouth opens into a sigh and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in, making sure that no one can deny that he actually went through with it. He isn't sure how long they've been standing there until she starts going limp in his arms and Bones yells at him as he drops her on the floor.
The ambassador and Bones sweep in first as Jim backs away in horror. Shit, it's just like Will. Shit.
"Dammit Jim, what did you do to her?" McCoy growls, scanning her.
Jim opens his mouth, trying to tell him anything but the truth. Anything that can explain how she just collapsed. Anything that won't make Bones look away in disgust.
"I didn't do anything. I just- I didn't mean to. I told-" He is cut off by her groaning.
"What happened?"
McCoy raises an eyebrow at Jim. "That's what I'd like to know."
---
McCoy wastes no time in questioning Jim when they beam back aboard the ship. As soon as he clears everyone for duty he motions for Jim to join him in his office. Jim barely enters before being pushed against the wall.
"What the hell was that down there? Dammit Jim, for one I'm your best and for that matter, only friend and two I'm your goddamn Chief Medical Officer, meaning I can have your command taken right from under you in less than a minute. Which is going to happen if you don't tell me what I just witnessed on that godforsaken planet. That's not normal, Jim, not in any sense of the word."
Jim tenses, but doesn't stop the flow of words that tumble from his mouth. "I know it's not normal. I know it's not normal to kiss someone and it be a likely possibility that it'll kill them. I know it's not normal to put your first boyfriend in a coma because you kissed him. I know it's not normal to be unable to touch anyone you love or hate or don't give a shit about either way. I know Bones and I don't need you of all people to rub it in. Do you remember the X-Men from back in the 20th and 21st centuries? There was this one in particular called Rogue and to condense this story, she did what I do now. She sucked the life out of whoever she touched. She took the "cure" they came up with and went on her merry way and had family, she was my grandmother. Somehow, she passed the gene on to my mom, who passed it onto me. It showed up when I was sixteen. I haven't been able to touch anyone with bare skin for more than five minutes since then. So, yeah, the power is the reason she fainted. That's what you and everyone else saw."
McCoy steps away from Jim with a look of shock on his face. "Bullshit. The academy-"
"Name anyone who would say they didn't want to sleep with me." Other than you.
"Point taken. How did you avoid killing every doctor that's examined you? How come I'm not dead?"
"You like sticking me with hyposprays and that tricorder does the examining quite well. And the only other time a doctor would touch me is when they're operating and they wear gloves. Therefore, no contact with bare skin, no dead doctors."
McCoy sighs. "All of the cure was destroyed in 21st century. Dammit. Jim, I-"
"Save me the pity, Bones. I've gotten used to not touching my family, my friends, and you. I've tried so many times to get rid of this stupid power that I never wanted. It hasn't worked at all. Are we done? Can I go back to being captain now?"
McCoy studies Jim's face, wondering how it must feel to never really touch anyone for long periods of time. What it's like to not be able to kiss someone you love. What it's like to never- he stops that thought, squashing it into the farthest corners of his mind.
"I'm done and I suppose you can, but Jim, what do you say about trying to create a cure on the ship?"
Jim pauses, his gloved hand rubbing against his mouth before he answers. "You think it could work?"
"Maybe. This is the Enterprise after all, we seem to have a knack for making the impossible, possible."
"What's the harm in trying again? Fine. Let's do it."
McCoy smiles slightly. "Alright then, I'll talk to everyone and we'll go from there."
Jim starts walking through the doors before turning around. "Thanks Bones. You don't have-"
"Anything for my best friend, kid. Now get out of my sickbay."
Right. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Just friends.
---
Looking at Jim's DNA for what seems like the millionth time in the past month, McCoy thinks that the doctors who first came up with the cure had it easy, considering they had a mutant who essentially did their work for him. One gene in Jim, just one damn gene and he's stuck with this power. One gene that he has to isolate to cure him.
"I told you, I've tried."
"You never had the best crew in Starfleet helping you. It's possible, it's just a pain in the ass and I'm wondering if I was out of my mind when I asked."
Jim grins. "Well, I do tend to make people lose their minds around me. Although, not for the reason everyone seems to think. Tell me Bones, do I just give off slut vibes?"
"Of all the times to ask me this, you ask this now?"
"Well, now you know I'm not really one since I haven't ever slept with anyone in my entire life. I mean, I could kiss Gaila and the other species for five minutes give or take, but that's not enough time to fuck anyone. So, since you know that I didn't sleep with everyone you can make an informed decision."
I haven't ever slept with anyone in my entire life. Jim was a virgin. Something in McCoy smiles at the thought of relieving him of that issue when he figures out how to cure him. Pushing him onto the bed, Jim's lips mouthing his name, eyelashes fluttering.
McCoy bites back a moan before answering. "No. You just are attractive enough to have everyone wish you were a slut."
"Including you?"
Yes. "No. Jim, go to bed, I'll tell you if we make any progress when you get up."
Jim looks him up and down, stopping at McCoy's crotch and the slightly noticeable bulge. He smirks before turning around to the doors. "Fine. Night Bones."
After Jim leaves McCoy looks down, fighting the urge to smash his head against the wall. "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a seventeen year old boy."
---
"Bones, you've got to sleep. You are of no use to anyone half dead." Jim yells after finding him passed out on his desk.
McCoy looks up at Jim with bleary eyes. "Coming from someone who could kill me. I have to figure this out, Jim. You need this."
He watches Jim's lips form a frown before they answer. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. Just going to pretend you didn't just imply that I would kill you willingly. And what I need is you to go to bed, I'm not having my CMO dead on his feet because he wants to cure me of something that I'm used to."
"Dammit Jim, I know you wouldn't. And I'm fine, I'm not dead on my feet. Besides, while you may be "used to it", which I highly doubt considering how you keep looking at me with those eyes, but I am not. I'm used to you not touching me, but I'm used to the idea of knowing why. I need to help you."
"Those eyes? What are you talking about? I haven't been making eyes at you. You don't need to do this, you can do this, but it's like I made it a fucking order that you had to find a cure for this stupid thing."
"You have this goddamn longing look in your eyes like you'd give anything to touch me and only me. Everyone else would just be an added reward. I know you didn't make it an order, but dammit Jim did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to do it out of my own free will. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to this because I-" He stops, wondering if he should continue his rant when Jim's looking at him with terrified eyes. "You know what, just forget it."
"Because you what, Bones?"
"I want to be able to touch you without gloves or clothes."
Jim walks behind the desk and turns Bones' chair so he leans over the older man. "How?"
"Like no one has ever touched you before. I want to kiss you for as long as I want and fuck you for as long as I want."
Jim shudders, his mind conjuring images of Bones towering above him, writhing underneath him.
"So, now that you know I'm doing this for both of our benefits, get out of my Sickbay and let me work, so whatever you just imagined can become real much sooner."
As Jim rushes out of Sickbay, McCoy swears he hasn't seen him run that fast since the Narada incident.
---
When Jim appears in his quarters a week later holding a thin sheet of plastic, two thoughts cross McCoy's brain. One, did he just replicate plastic and two, what the hell is it for?
"I've come up with an idea that solves one big problem we have right now."
McCoy rolls his eyes. "Somehow I fail to see how that piece of plastic helps with not being able to fuck you."
"That's because it doesn't. It solves the problem of not being able to kiss you, because it's a barrier between us that's flexible."
"You mean to tell me that you want to kiss me through plastic. Dammit Jim, it could suffocate us both."
"Not if we're careful. Please Bones, I just want to get a taste in case you-"
McCoy cuts him off. "I will find a cure. We're close Jim. You just need to have-"
Jim stops him with a kiss from behind the plastic. It feels odd at first, and McCoy smells plastic for a few seconds before he seems to ignore it, instead focusing on the faint feeling of Jim's lips on his. He notices the heat from their mouths fogging up the plastic and pulls away smiling. "Patience."
"Who needs patience when they have you?" Jim chuckles before leaning in to kiss McCoy again, his lips grasping McCoy's lower one.
When Jim leaves after what seems like hours McCoy makes sure that his room will have the necessary plastic to allow this to happen all the time.
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The breakthrough comes to McCoy in the midst of one of Jim's affectionately called Saran Wrap kisses.
That's it, you just need to change it up a little. He pulls away startling Jim as he hastily walks to the doors. "Go to bed. You have alpha shift tomorrow."
"Bones! What that fuck?"
"Just trust me on this, Jim. Just go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He gives Jim one last kiss before walking out the doors.
"You green-blooded hobgoblin, open the door." McCoy growls at Spock's doors.
"Doctor McCoy, might I inquire as to why you are expressing unfounded anger at my door?" Spock asks startling McCoy.
"Damn you Vulcans and ability to sneak up on people without even breathing. Come with me, I finally figured out how to cure Jim."
Spock's lips upturn slightly before he follows a slightly frantic McCoy. It would seem that the captain would finally get what he wanted after three years.
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The message McCoy gave Jim is brief, a simple order for him to come down to Sickbay. Jim isn't getting his hopes up, the last time he had gotten this sort of call it was to tell him that the treatment was yet again, a failure. But Bones had seemed so sure and he stopped kissing him. Maybe this is the one.
As soon as Jim arrives in Sickbay he's greeted by McCoy who almost shoves him to a biobed.
"We did it. We figured it out." He waves the hypospray in his hands. "It's in here. It's going to knock you out for a while, but it'll be worth it."
Jim smiles and tilts his neck, giving McCoy better access. "Do it."
He feels a pinch and then blackness.
---
When he comes to Nurse Chapel is the one who is standing by his bedside checking his vitals. He looks at her questioningly.
"He's asleep in the office. I'll go get him, Sir."
"Thank you." He croaks out.
He hears a muffled curse come from McCoy as Nurse Chapel wakes him up, pointing at Jim with a smile. This is it. The moment of truth. Jim thinks as he sees McCoy walking towards him.
McCoy stops next to the biobed. "Take off your gloves and touch my hand."
Jim blinks before pulling off his glove and inching his hand towards McCoy. He loosely links their fingers together, worried that it didn't work.
McCoy smiles as time passes with no adverse effect on him. "It worked." He kisses Jim's hand softly.
"I-shit. Can we get out of here?"
Instead of answering McCoy yells to Nurse Chapel to watch over Sickbay for him for the next hour. She chuckles in response as they leave hand in hand.
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As soon as they reach the inside of Jim's quarters McCoy finds himself against the wall, his body flush against Jim's, his tongue darting through his lips. Somehow in their haze they manage to make it to the bed, their clothes thrown across the room.
McCoy flips their positions, pinning Jim to his mattress. "This is just the beginning, kid."
Jim's hips buck as McCoy's hand grips his cock. "I hope so. Don't talk, just fuck me."
McCoy grins, fiddling with the lube he finds on the nightside. He coats his fingers, easing one and two in there. Jim mewls as McCoy brushes against that one spot. McCoy pulls his fingers out and Jim groans at their loss.
McCoy pauses as he coats his own cock. "You sure you want this."
"Yes, just do it."
McCoy eases in carefully, letting Jim adjust before moving. When Jim adjust his moves are slow and deliberate. He watches Jim's eyelashes flutter when he has just the right angle. His lips whisper "Bones, bones, bones." as he inches closer toward the edge.
McCoy's hand gives Jim's cock one last stroke and whispers. "Come for me, Jim."
"Bones." He sighs as he comes.
McCoy follows soon after with a growl and falls down next to Jim. After a minute Jim turns and smiles. "Hey Bones, you want to declare that I need to bedridden for today?"
McCoy chuckles and kisses Jim, biting his lip softly. "If I get to enjoy that for the rest of the day, fine."