i sat you down and offered you a beer
Star Trex XI
Asymmetry by canis_takahari
Fantastically lovely Kirk/McCoy from the Academy through the first movie and beyond. "I'm living with children, mama," he complains. "I've been through this dorm shit before, and now I'm apparently in hell, living it all over again as completely undeserved punishment for a crime I still haven't determined. It's heinous."
"It's good for you," contradicts his mother, in that overly specific tone of voice McCoy has privately dubbed I Know It Sucks, Honey, But It Also Builds Character. "You need something new and different."
"I just said," McCoy huffs in exasperation. "It's not new and different. I'm twenty-eight, and I'm sleeping in a single bed that's the exact-not-quite length of my body and rooming with a twenty-two year old blue-eyed terror with a magnet hidden somewhere in his skull that exclusively attracts fists to the face. I've done this before, back when it was called medical school and I was legitimately a student. I'm regressing. Yesterday I ate cereal with a fork and didn't put on any pants all day."
His mother snorts, her expression nothing but fond and indulgent. "Leo, you're cracked if you think you can pull this Mature Old Man act with me. You got married so young, went to school even younger, just enjoy the chance to do it again. It'll be good for you," she repeats.
cautionary ways by
mardia
"You have nice hands," he comments, and Bones's eyebrow shoots up.
"Thanks," he finally says, his voice drier than Vulcan in mid-summer. "Starting to think I should readjust your pain meds-"
"No, no, I mean it," Jim protests, and to prove it, he grabs one of Bones's hands, his thumb rubbing along the knuckles. "This is a nice hand, Bones." And he does mean it, Bones has great hands, big and warm, with long, steady fingers.
Bones is standing still, staring down at Jim with-well, Jim can't exactly figure out with what, not with his head as loopy as it is.
"I always like your hands," Jim insists, looking up at Bones and letting the truth spill out of him like water. "Just wish you'd touch me when I'm not injured, you know?"
Bones stares at him a moment longer, and then his gaze drops back down and away from Jim. "Yeah," he mutters. "Definitely need to readjust the pain meds." Five times Jim asked Bones to sleep with him, and one time Bones finally said yes. <333 space boyfriends ftw!
Yet There's Still This Appeal by
mardia
Jim has no problem admitting that to himself, because it makes sense-of course he loves Bones, because Bones is awesome, but this is not the romantic, flowers-and-candy kind of love that people make so much of a fuss about. It's not that, of course it's not that, because they're friends, they're as close as they can possibly be, and, if he's pressed, Jim will even admit that he needs Bones in his life-but it's not that kind of love. It's not that.
Still. Jim admits that it's easy to blur the lines a little bit, and maybe that's what he's been doing with this whole thing of bringing people to the room and sleeping with them in Bones' bed. Jim keeps fucking people in Bones's bed. Lots of self-delusion and delicious pining on Jim's part.
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Asymmetry by canis_takahari
Fantastically lovely Kirk/McCoy from the Academy through the first movie and beyond. "I'm living with children, mama," he complains. "I've been through this dorm shit before, and now I'm apparently in hell, living it all over again as completely undeserved punishment for a crime I still haven't determined. It's heinous."
"It's good for you," contradicts his mother, in that overly specific tone of voice McCoy has privately dubbed I Know It Sucks, Honey, But It Also Builds Character. "You need something new and different."
"I just said," McCoy huffs in exasperation. "It's not new and different. I'm twenty-eight, and I'm sleeping in a single bed that's the exact-not-quite length of my body and rooming with a twenty-two year old blue-eyed terror with a magnet hidden somewhere in his skull that exclusively attracts fists to the face. I've done this before, back when it was called medical school and I was legitimately a student. I'm regressing. Yesterday I ate cereal with a fork and didn't put on any pants all day."
His mother snorts, her expression nothing but fond and indulgent. "Leo, you're cracked if you think you can pull this Mature Old Man act with me. You got married so young, went to school even younger, just enjoy the chance to do it again. It'll be good for you," she repeats.
cautionary ways by
mardia
"You have nice hands," he comments, and Bones's eyebrow shoots up.
"Thanks," he finally says, his voice drier than Vulcan in mid-summer. "Starting to think I should readjust your pain meds-"
"No, no, I mean it," Jim protests, and to prove it, he grabs one of Bones's hands, his thumb rubbing along the knuckles. "This is a nice hand, Bones." And he does mean it, Bones has great hands, big and warm, with long, steady fingers.
Bones is standing still, staring down at Jim with-well, Jim can't exactly figure out with what, not with his head as loopy as it is.
"I always like your hands," Jim insists, looking up at Bones and letting the truth spill out of him like water. "Just wish you'd touch me when I'm not injured, you know?"
Bones stares at him a moment longer, and then his gaze drops back down and away from Jim. "Yeah," he mutters. "Definitely need to readjust the pain meds." Five times Jim asked Bones to sleep with him, and one time Bones finally said yes. <333 space boyfriends ftw!
Yet There's Still This Appeal by
mardia
Jim has no problem admitting that to himself, because it makes sense-of course he loves Bones, because Bones is awesome, but this is not the romantic, flowers-and-candy kind of love that people make so much of a fuss about. It's not that, of course it's not that, because they're friends, they're as close as they can possibly be, and, if he's pressed, Jim will even admit that he needs Bones in his life-but it's not that kind of love. It's not that.
Still. Jim admits that it's easy to blur the lines a little bit, and maybe that's what he's been doing with this whole thing of bringing people to the room and sleeping with them in Bones' bed. Jim keeps fucking people in Bones's bed. Lots of self-delusion and delicious pining on Jim's part.
~*~
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