fic: Six Fantasies (Star Trek XI, Kirk/Bones Rated: R)

Jun 17, 2009 15:39

Title: Six Fantasies
Author: wook77
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: none
Wordcount: ~600
Rating: R (to be safe)
Summary: Five fantasies that Kirk had about McCoy and the one that first became a reality.
A/N: Written for inell's prompt that is also used as the summary. Unbeta'd. Hopefully this does its job and helps to cheer you!


Year 1: Jim takes to acting up around McCoy, exaggerating everything in an attempt to get McCoy to smile at him. The need to be the one that makes McCoy smile is so strong that he takes to fantasizing about it in classes, during lectures and lunches and dates and exams and sleeping. He's going to do it some day, too. Some day, they'll write about the fact that Jim Kirk had been the first person to make Leonard McCoy smile after his divorce.

Year 2: Sure, this is his fifteenth fifth time to medbay. And sure, it's also his eighteenth third time having an alien viral infection. And, ok, maybe he isn't so serious about precautions at the best of times let alone at the regular times but still, Jim fantasizes about the day that Bones no longer sticks him with a hypospray every time he enters the medbay. Instead of rough hands and sticks with the hypospray, it'd be really nice to have Bones touch his face, maybe cup his cheek or neck, drift the tricorder down his body and then offer a pill or something instead. He wants that soft touch from Bones all over his body. Wait. Did he just… he did. He just thought about Bones touching him all over.

Year 3: His fantasies of soft touches and smiles slide into gruff words and Bones getting so pissed off at him that he straps Jim down and then fucks him raw. He wants Bones deep inside him, so deep that Bones won't be able to crawl back out again. He wants Bones tied to him as they fuck with nothing between them.

Year 4: When he gets the news that his brother's been killed, Jim holes himself up in his room. Rather than mourning his brother, he mourns the lost opportunity to reconcile with him, to discuss their past and tell him that Jim doesn't hold it against him that Sam got out of there and left Jim behind. Honoring their years of not respecting boundaries, Bones overrides his lock, slips inside and hands Jim a bottle. Jim doesn't want to sit there and drink with Bones, though. All he wants, all he's been wanting while trapping himself alone in the dark, is for Bones to hug him and just be there for him. If that makes him a girl, that makes him a girl and he won't fight you on it.

Year 5: It's a recurring dream, one that almost has him coming every time he wakes up after it. If he were younger and anyone else, it'd definitely qualify as a wet dream. As it is, he's James T. Kirk and he doesn't suffer from wet dreams any longer, let alone wet dreams of Bones fucking him face to face while panting in his ear "love you, love you, love you". There's no way that hearing Bones's gruff, gravelly voice panting "love you" could possibly have him coming so hard and fast, even as he hears the echo of it while he jerks off.

Year 6: When he wakes up in the medbay after a horrid away mission, he figures he's dreaming because Bones is wrapped around him, soft wuffling in his ear as he spoons up behind Jim on the narrow bed, their hands entwined while he lies on Bones's arm. It just feels too intimate to be true. He's never fantasized with this level of realism, though. "Bones?" he asks, maneuvering so he can pinch himself. He gets an answer as he yelps in pain, "Go back to sleep, Jim. Talk in the morning."

As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.

slash, kirk/bones, star trek, five things, fic

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