fic: AU rainforest doctors 1
Title: (title subject to change as soon as i think of something better) Doctor(s) Of Love - rainforest doctors AU 1
Author: witblogi
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: PG+13
Warnings: slash? Nibbles/mild biting
Word Count: 1064
Summary: Mosquito netting makes dream-like makeouts.
A/N: So basically have you ever seen or heard of a little show called Off The Map? Wait! before you go because that show was so terrible. What few episodes I saw actually managed to inspire this AU universe. Basically, Enterprise is a Clinic in South America and everyone (except for Sulu and Scotty) are doctors.
Inspired by this Daily Doctor over in jim_and_bones [ and actually this daily captain too] (flocked community) mostly just because i wanted to write beard porn AND THEN IT GREW LEGS AND A WHOLE UNIVERSE CAPE. because for some bizarre reason it couldn't just be beardly focus, there had to be a reason for the long hair. AND WHAT GREATER REASON THAN WORKING IN A CLINIC IN SOUTH AMERICA. I really don't know how my brain works sometimes.
Also, as i was writing i was kind of listening to this song, and have been told to make sure it is included with this fic.
The colourful decorations and bright flare of the torches around the cantina burned in the back of Jim’s eyes after a long day, but it was worth it when the first sip of real North American Beer - nice and cold - flooded his parched mouth. It’s the kind of shit he would have compared to piss water back in med-school but now, after months without even the smallest taste of home, it’s paradise.
Everyone appeared to be having a good time, a few of the locals even coming to join in the New Year festivities with the Enterprise staff. The music was bright and exotic, the humidity even more oppressive than it was during the day and his shirt stuck uncomfortably all the way down his back.
It was when the bartender jokingly asked Chekov for ID again that Jim noticed Bones wasn’t exactly partaking in the festivities. He circled around the outside of the space sharing a few grins and giving pats to the back but generally stayed out of the way. It doesn’t take him long to finally slip into the darkness of the night, heading back towards camp alone. Jim ordered another beer and with a moment of hesitation glass of bourbon on the rocks as well and took them both with him as he stepped out into the fragrant twilight.
The rainforest was just coming alive, making a racket around him as he gave the dim path before him his full attention.
It hadn’t been a particularly easy end to the year, several men coming in with gangrene, infections left too long without proper treatment, and multiple emergencies with tourists going a few rounds with with wildlife. They’d been up to their elbows in scratches, bites, stings, bruises and broken bones all day.
Bones had been off all week, but that day seemed particularly hard, like something else was bothering him. Jim wasn’t sure if he was the best person to help resolve whatever the issue was, especially if it was as deep seated as it seemed, but he was certainly the most qualified to provide ample distraction.
When he mounted the steps to the sleeping quarters the lights were all on, and it didn’t take Jim long to find Bones already half sprawled upon his bed, looking up at the swirling dry-frond fans. He knocked lightly on the frame of the door with his knuckles, holding up the bourbon in offering as Bones looked over at him.
“That’d better be the good stuff.” He huffed, holding up his hand in lazy request for Jim to deliver the drink.
“Probably; it smells like turpentine.” he took the three steps into the little divided off area that constituted Bones’ room and settled the glass into his hand. Bones said nothing in retaliation but sat up a little to take a long sip, closing his eyes and releasing a breath through is nose in appreciation.
Jim swallowed, watching the way the length of his throat moved as he swallowed.
“I’m not in the mood for celebration, or to be cajoled into camaraderie, so you might as well go back to the party.” He said at last, still without looking at Jim, setting the glass upon his stomach as he lay back again.
“Wasn’t going to try to get you to come back.” he took another step, setting his bottle on the small table beside the bed before gathering the glass back up and setting it aside as well. Bones looked at him then, eyes dark against his shining skin. Jim slipped out of his shoes and hooked a knee over Bones’ outer most leg, planting himself firmly within the boundaries of the bed, the mosquito netting around them providing a strange gossamer-thin layer of intimacy.
He paused without swaying his gaze, leveling a silent question, did Bones even want the distraction he was offering? The tension between them was palpable, Jim could feel a bead of sweat tricking out of his hair to make a break for it down his neck.
Bones slowly sat up, legs tensing, eyes never leaving Jim’s, the damp warmth of his skin and his breath was practically tangible.
“Moron.” he scowled, but then his hands were framing Jim’s face and tugging him down into a searing kiss that shifted off balance almost as soon as it started, pushing them both back into the pillows.
Jim huffed a laugh into Bones’ mouth and pulled his other leg onto the mattress, kicking the netting off its catch so it swept fully closed around them. He brought his own hands up, angling Bones’ head just so, sealing their mouths together again. Trading lazy licks and tastes, the other man’s scruffy beard catching on his chapped lips.
Jim hummed, fingers working up and back into Bones’ thick hair, gripping and tugging firmly before untangling again to frustratedly pull the knot out.
“Never see it loose,” he muttered, opening his eyes only to meet a half lidded hazel gaze, and the reception of teeth digging into his bottom lip. When he finally got the tie free he greedily dug his fingers back in, luxuriating in the texture and surprisingly fruity fragrance. He groaned, easing his body down and into Bones’, legs slotted together, kisses growing less and less on target.
Bones mouthed along his jaw, sucking at the stubble and finding Jim’s pulse point with long practiced precision. He nipped again and Jim drew his elbows in some, rocking his hips down in pleasure.
“You’re a biter.” He said a tad breathlessly, Bones still making his way down to suck briefly at his clavicle.
“You seem to like my hair.” He retaliated with a huff, indicating the grip Jim had yet to relinquish. Jim laughed again, squirming to get his own lips some purchase against the side of Bones’ face, his ear.
“Fuck yes, want to run my hands through it, grab on for the ride.” He grinned as Bones shuddered under him, “See you coming out of the showers with it dripping everywhere,” He hitched his hips again, teeth grazing along Bones’ earlobe, “Just want to push you back in, wash it all over again for you.”
Bones groaned this time and turned his head to capture Jim’s mouth once more.
“We’ll see,” He muttered, and then, with a buck of his hips flipped them over.
Author: witblogi
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: PG+13
Warnings: slash? Nibbles/mild biting
Word Count: 1064
Summary: Mosquito netting makes dream-like makeouts.
A/N: So basically have you ever seen or heard of a little show called Off The Map? Wait! before you go because that show was so terrible. What few episodes I saw actually managed to inspire this AU universe. Basically, Enterprise is a Clinic in South America and everyone (except for Sulu and Scotty) are doctors.
Inspired by this Daily Doctor over in jim_and_bones [ and actually this daily captain too] (flocked community) mostly just because i wanted to write beard porn AND THEN IT GREW LEGS AND A WHOLE UNIVERSE CAPE. because for some bizarre reason it couldn't just be beardly focus, there had to be a reason for the long hair. AND WHAT GREATER REASON THAN WORKING IN A CLINIC IN SOUTH AMERICA. I really don't know how my brain works sometimes.
Also, as i was writing i was kind of listening to this song, and have been told to make sure it is included with this fic.
The colourful decorations and bright flare of the torches around the cantina burned in the back of Jim’s eyes after a long day, but it was worth it when the first sip of real North American Beer - nice and cold - flooded his parched mouth. It’s the kind of shit he would have compared to piss water back in med-school but now, after months without even the smallest taste of home, it’s paradise.
Everyone appeared to be having a good time, a few of the locals even coming to join in the New Year festivities with the Enterprise staff. The music was bright and exotic, the humidity even more oppressive than it was during the day and his shirt stuck uncomfortably all the way down his back.
It was when the bartender jokingly asked Chekov for ID again that Jim noticed Bones wasn’t exactly partaking in the festivities. He circled around the outside of the space sharing a few grins and giving pats to the back but generally stayed out of the way. It doesn’t take him long to finally slip into the darkness of the night, heading back towards camp alone. Jim ordered another beer and with a moment of hesitation glass of bourbon on the rocks as well and took them both with him as he stepped out into the fragrant twilight.
The rainforest was just coming alive, making a racket around him as he gave the dim path before him his full attention.
It hadn’t been a particularly easy end to the year, several men coming in with gangrene, infections left too long without proper treatment, and multiple emergencies with tourists going a few rounds with with wildlife. They’d been up to their elbows in scratches, bites, stings, bruises and broken bones all day.
Bones had been off all week, but that day seemed particularly hard, like something else was bothering him. Jim wasn’t sure if he was the best person to help resolve whatever the issue was, especially if it was as deep seated as it seemed, but he was certainly the most qualified to provide ample distraction.
When he mounted the steps to the sleeping quarters the lights were all on, and it didn’t take Jim long to find Bones already half sprawled upon his bed, looking up at the swirling dry-frond fans. He knocked lightly on the frame of the door with his knuckles, holding up the bourbon in offering as Bones looked over at him.
“That’d better be the good stuff.” He huffed, holding up his hand in lazy request for Jim to deliver the drink.
“Probably; it smells like turpentine.” he took the three steps into the little divided off area that constituted Bones’ room and settled the glass into his hand. Bones said nothing in retaliation but sat up a little to take a long sip, closing his eyes and releasing a breath through is nose in appreciation.
Jim swallowed, watching the way the length of his throat moved as he swallowed.
“I’m not in the mood for celebration, or to be cajoled into camaraderie, so you might as well go back to the party.” He said at last, still without looking at Jim, setting the glass upon his stomach as he lay back again.
“Wasn’t going to try to get you to come back.” he took another step, setting his bottle on the small table beside the bed before gathering the glass back up and setting it aside as well. Bones looked at him then, eyes dark against his shining skin. Jim slipped out of his shoes and hooked a knee over Bones’ outer most leg, planting himself firmly within the boundaries of the bed, the mosquito netting around them providing a strange gossamer-thin layer of intimacy.
He paused without swaying his gaze, leveling a silent question, did Bones even want the distraction he was offering? The tension between them was palpable, Jim could feel a bead of sweat tricking out of his hair to make a break for it down his neck.
Bones slowly sat up, legs tensing, eyes never leaving Jim’s, the damp warmth of his skin and his breath was practically tangible.
“Moron.” he scowled, but then his hands were framing Jim’s face and tugging him down into a searing kiss that shifted off balance almost as soon as it started, pushing them both back into the pillows.
Jim huffed a laugh into Bones’ mouth and pulled his other leg onto the mattress, kicking the netting off its catch so it swept fully closed around them. He brought his own hands up, angling Bones’ head just so, sealing their mouths together again. Trading lazy licks and tastes, the other man’s scruffy beard catching on his chapped lips.
Jim hummed, fingers working up and back into Bones’ thick hair, gripping and tugging firmly before untangling again to frustratedly pull the knot out.
“Never see it loose,” he muttered, opening his eyes only to meet a half lidded hazel gaze, and the reception of teeth digging into his bottom lip. When he finally got the tie free he greedily dug his fingers back in, luxuriating in the texture and surprisingly fruity fragrance. He groaned, easing his body down and into Bones’, legs slotted together, kisses growing less and less on target.
Bones mouthed along his jaw, sucking at the stubble and finding Jim’s pulse point with long practiced precision. He nipped again and Jim drew his elbows in some, rocking his hips down in pleasure.
“You’re a biter.” He said a tad breathlessly, Bones still making his way down to suck briefly at his clavicle.
“You seem to like my hair.” He retaliated with a huff, indicating the grip Jim had yet to relinquish. Jim laughed again, squirming to get his own lips some purchase against the side of Bones’ face, his ear.
“Fuck yes, want to run my hands through it, grab on for the ride.” He grinned as Bones shuddered under him, “See you coming out of the showers with it dripping everywhere,” He hitched his hips again, teeth grazing along Bones’ earlobe, “Just want to push you back in, wash it all over again for you.”
Bones groaned this time and turned his head to capture Jim’s mouth once more.
“We’ll see,” He muttered, and then, with a buck of his hips flipped them over.