Story Title: Pride and Whiskey
Author's Name: Zerrah
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Adult
Warnings: dub/non-consensual sex that becomes very consensual sex
Summary: A game is just a game until pride and whiskey get involved. Bones wishes he could take back what he said. Written for the
kirk_mccoyprompt #27: McCoy absolutely kicks Jim's ass at poker one night. The next time they play, Jim insists on strip poker; you decide the winner of that one... umm events in this fic didn’t exactly happen in that order, but I hope you like it. Also, I am posting this late. My bad.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were then the next movie would have MOAR BONES. >:O
Notes: Thank you so much
syredronning for the beta look-over, you are awesome! This is one of my first fics so any constructive criticism would be appreciated.
Bones looked over at his friend with a worried frown. “I think you’ve had enough, kid.” Jim was gnawing on his lower lip and sulking as he looked at his cards, making him look years younger than he already was. Hell, Leonard had thought Jim was jailbait when they first met back on the shuttle. Not that he would ever tell Jim that; kid had an ego that could expand and deflate as easily as a helium balloon.
Jim refused to look up but drew his whiskey closer, then took an insolent swig. He was slouched in his chair with his legs spread out in a very unbecoming way for a captain of the flagship. Unfortunately, Bones was used to the I-Didn’t-Get-My-Way-So-I’m-Going-To-Throw-A-Tantrum-Like-A-Three-Year-Old thing after Joanna, although he wished Jim’s bad moods didn’t remind him so much of his daughter’s tantrums. Bones swallowed back a sigh with a sip of whiskey.
“Look, Jim. You had to have known this was coming. She’s with Spock now. Just because you managed to get into most of the female population’s panties back at the Academy doesn’t mean your charm works on sane, rational women,” Bones snorted. He stopped himself short of adding that Jim had probably slept with half of the male students and some of the ambiguous species on campus as well, because while he was all for lifting Kirk’s spirits, he was not going to give the kid another reason to gloat. Leonard had painful memories of attempting to study in the library or rushing to class from his dorm with Jim trailing behind him, regaling him with details of his latest exploits no matter how much Bones scowled or rolled his eyes or made sarcastic comments. In the end, Leonard often wondered if they ended up best friends because he was the only one who could put up with the kid.
His sage advice seemed to roll off the other man, however, since Jim seemed to sink even further into his chair and propped an elbow on its arm so he could slouch further. Bones wanted to reach over the table and smack him over the head.
“So what if she finally called you out in front of the crew? You were out of line anyway, hitting on her while you both were on duty and right in front of Spock, no less. Get over it. There are other fish in the sea.” He took another swig of alcohol and slammed the glass down on the table with finality.
“Uhura kicked me in the balls,” Kirk deadpanned. Bones tried to hide a smirk and failed; he had come rushing to the mess hall thinking Jim had been critically injured or worse only to find him curled up in a fetal position and rocking slowly. “She kicked me. Her Captain. In front of the whole crew. What the hell Bones,” Kirk growled softly and bit his thumbnail.
“Considering all the harassment you put her through over the years you probably got off lucky,” Bones snorted.
“I’m still her superior officer. I think a certain amount of respect should come with the title, don’t you?” Jim still wouldn’t look at him even though they had taken a break from playing poker, although that was technically because it was Bones’ turn to bet or fold and he refused to do either until they finished talking.
“That’s no excuse for taking eight shots of whiskey, one right after another, in less than an hour!” Bones ran a hand through his hair and bit back the rant that was on the verge of spilling out of his mouth. In truth, Kirk WAS his Captain, and Bones realized that he often walked a thin line between blunt words for his reckless, idiotic friend and insubordination to his superior officer.
Jim raised an eyebrow but otherwise acted like Bones hadn’t said anything, which only pissed the CMO off even more. It had also become unaccountably quiet in the room considering the ego and mouth of the man he was sitting across from. It set his nerves on edge, making him jittery and talkative.
“Uhura doesn’t want you, Jim.” That caused Jim to shift a little, so Bones proceeded to pick at the scab a little more for a reaction. Dimly he wondered how many shots he had downed himself. Five? Six? Seemed a bit hypocritical after that lecture he had just given his friend, but Leonard was confident he could handle his alcohol better than Jim any day of the week. “She wants a guy that’ll think before he acts. Someone who is pragmatic, intelligent, serious about his work. Someone who isn’t a fuck-up like y-“
Immediately he realized his mistake but it was too late to take it back. Jim didn’t move or say anything but the air around them suddenly felt heavy, made it feel like his lungs were filling up with cement with every indrawn breath. A little frown settled on Jim’s features. Bones grimaced and picked up his cards. This round was fucked, but he didn’t feel like winning anymore. He glanced back up at Jim.
Jim lifted his hand and slowly dragged his thumb across his lip, which, through Bones’ whiskey-induced haze, seemed like a bit of a come-on. Jim, however, kept his eyes trained on his cards, and Bones most definitely did not feel a pool of arousal settle in his belly and coil lower.
“Tell you what, Bones,” Jim said, and Leonard let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, because Jim had been quiet for far longer than was normal for Jim and it was starting to freak him out a little. “Why don’t we raise the stakes in this game a little? Make it interesting.”
“Why?” Leonard’s voice had come out hoarser than he intended and he cleared his throat. Jim smiled a little, and that only made the situation more surreal.
“You win, I go to Uhura-“ Jim said the name like he was tasting something bitter and Bones felt his stomach squeeze. Jim wasn’t the type to hold grudges. “-and apologize for being ‘out of line’ and harassing her, as you put it.”
Bones grimaced again. “I didn’t mean-“
“No, that’s fine.” Kirk held up a hand. “I understand that I might be acting like an asshole here. What better person to remind me of that than my best friend?”
Bones shifted in his chair and resisted the urge to take another shot of whiskey. Or several shots. He was never good at handling difficult situations with any kind of sensitivity, as his Ex would frequently remind him, but his mouth had gotten him in enough trouble already so he kept quiet.
“If I win, you have to compliment me. For a week. The compliments have to be in front of the crew and you can’t say anything negative about me or make the compliments sarcastic.”
Bones would have laughed or said something smart, but Jim had finally made eye contact with him and the glint in his Captain’s eyes was flinty. Bones had seen that look before when Kirk was on difficult diplomatic missions or pretending to kiss ass back at Starfleet Command, but it was never a gaze he had directed at Bones before, ever.
“All right,” he said past a lump in his throat. He wished there was something he could say or do to make everything better, but he had never been very good at patching up damaged relationships like he was broken bones and bodies.
“And we’re going to change the rules a little,” Kirk added, as if sensing Bones’ submission. “For every round lost, the loser has to take off an article of clothing. Last one still dressed is the winner.”
Bones frowned in confusion. What the hell kind of rule change was that? “You want us to play strip poker?” he asked incredulously.
“Yeah.” Jim smiled again, this time broad and normal, setting Bones at ease but only slightly. “The biggest asshole in the end has to be naked, no hiding anything. Besides, we’re alone and no one is coming in here without a voice override to my quarters, so basically anything short of a red alert.”
Bones gritted his teeth. It was a stupid idea, something Jim had a real knack for coming up with. But he was drunk, Jim was smiling at him easily again, and he knew Jim was an amateur because he played his friend the night before and beat the pants off him. Figuratively speaking, of course. So Jim was more than likely going to lose, apologize to Uhura, and maybe, just maybe, realize the error of his past behavior and listen to Leonard for once in his goddamn life.
“Fine,” he snapped. Jim’s smile grew wider and Bones felt the tightness in his chest loosen.
“Fine.” Jim shuffled and they began to play.
Bones realized his mistake by the third game.
The first game Leonard won. Jim had slipped off his top unselfconsciously and continued with the next game without any complaining or whining. Which should have been a red flag, but Bones was set on winning, so it wasn’t until he had lost his shirt and was bartering whether or not an article of clothing counted as one sock or a pair that he realized he might be fucked.
Because Jim didn’t take losing lightly. And Bones was starting to wonder how hard his friend really tried the night before and whether or not Jim’s supposed confusion and beginner’s mistakes had all been a front.
“Forget it, kid,” Bones snapped when Jim had won the fourth game and suggested with a grin that Bones put on a show while tugging of his slacks. “I’m a doctor, not a stripper.”
“Come on, Bones. You’re sexy as hell when you scowl like that, you know,” and winked at him.
Bones snorted and felt his cheeks flush. Jim was already too engrossed in shuffling the next game to notice. He had the same intense look on his face he had when prepping for the Kobayashi Maru, Bones realized with a sinking feeling.
Before Bones could blink, it seemed, it was time for him to take his boxers off. He groaned as he watched Jim lay down three aces; he had been so sure the kid was bluffing.
“You win, Jim,” he said gruffly, hoping the predatory smirk growing on Kirk’s face wasn’t anything more than the kid's typical cockiness. “I’ll compliment you for the next week, as painful as that’s going to be …”
“Hey, Bones. You forgot something.” Jim rounded the corner, still fully clothed except for his shirt, damn him. He crouched in front of Bones and started tugging down his boxers.
Leonard scrambled out of his seat. “You win, all right, Jim? Is this really necessary?”
“Of course it’s necessary, Bones.” Jim had that flinty look in his eyes again, making Leonard slowly edge away until he was backed into a corner. To his shock, Jim grabbed his hips and slammed him against the wall, causing Leonard’s left side to collide with the replicator. Bones winced in pain. Jim froze, and Bones used that opportunity to push him down and tackle him to the ground.
Bones grunted when he felt an elbow connect with his solar plexus. Before he could blink, Jim was straddling him and pinning his forearms to the ground. He struggled, wondering vainly when someone as wiry and skinny as Jim had gotten stronger than him. Bones was broader and more muscular and had always assumed that he would best Jim in a fight. The triumphant smirk Jim shot him proved otherwise.
“Bones, fuck, that feels good,” Jim moaned. Leonard froze and realized that his struggling was causing his abdomen to rub against Jim’s…
“You’re getting off on this? You sick fuck.” He tried bucking, but that only caused Jim to wrap his legs around Bones’ knees and press his erection more snugly into Bones’ waist. “Let me go!”
“I don’t think so, Bones.” Jim stretched out above him and dragged his hips down until they were aligned. He thrust, and Bones could feel the hard-on through Jim’s slacks and his own much thinner boxers. Bones wiggled to the right and twisted, trying again to throw Jim off, and Jim followed him and used his weight to pin Bones’ lower body to the floor. Their erections slid together again, and Bones squeezed his eyes shut as he began to feel his own cock swell and harden. He could feel Jim’s hot breath against the side of his neck, tickling the hair.
“So good,” Jim murmured huskily. Bones moaned low in his throat as Jim started a rhythm of sharp, deep thrusts, and didn’t resist when Jim’s knees tightened more snugly around Bones’ legs. Jim’s nails were digging into his wrists and his friend was sucking on his neck with enough force to bruise.
“Jim,” he gasped. “Wait-“ His protest only seemed to spur Jim on more, and each frantic grind of his friend’s pelvis into his own caused them to grunt and moan in unison. Bones was being rocked by Jim’s movements with such force that it felt like the carpet was stripping layers of skin off his upper back.
Suddenly, Jim’s thrusts quickened and became erratic, his breath coming in short little gasps, and Leonard heard a throaty, “Bones!” before Jim gave one last push, stilled, and shuddered above him.
Bones’ heavy breathing sounded loud in his own ears. Jim had, at some point, released his hands, but he made no move to push the younger man away. His cock was still painfully hard and sensitive.
It only took Jim a moment or two to recover before he was shooting Bones a lazy grin and finally tugging his boxers down. This time, Bones put up no resistance. Jim scooted down and propped himself up by his elbows before taking Bones’ cock in his mouth, sucking until Bones could feel the muscles constrict in the back of Jim's throat.
Jim’s mouth was moist and hot and intense, the overwhelming pleasure blotting out all thoughts in Bones’ mind like the glare of a sun. Jim’s right hand was on his leg, thumb making slow circles on Leonard’s inner thigh. His other hand had Bones’ hips pressed down to prevent him from thrusting to meet Jim’s mouth. He felt his friend’s tongue make slow circle along the length of his cock, teasing the tip, then dragging back down to the base. He looked down and watched Jim’s head bobbing up and down, his blonde hair damp and clinging to his neck and temples, and Bones nearly came from the sight alone.
“Fuck, Jim,” he choked, and the chuckle that rippled through his friend and vibrated around his cock sent him over the edge. Bones came like it was being wretched from him, groaning and neck corded with strain, and watched Jim lower his head and swallow every last drop of his come.
Jim laved at the length and tip until he finally released it, almost reluctantly. Then he collapsed next to Bones and, after aligning their shoulders, let out a contented sigh.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” Bones rasped. Jim chuckled and absently rubbed his chest.
“The whole Uhura thing. Couldn’t let it go.”
Bones gaped in horror. “You tricked me into strip poker and coerced me into sex because of what I said about Uhura?!”
Jim shot him a wicked grin. “You seemed to like it at the time. There wasn’t protesting. Much.”
Bones snarled and pulled away only to have Jim drag him back and wrap him up in long, wiry arms. Bones realized they were spooning, and if he were feeling a little less sleepy and sated then he would definitely fight this. He settled for a frustrated growl.
“Come on, Bones. I really liked her. And she chose Spock, of all people.”
“Get over it,” Bones grumbled. He definitely did not want to talk about one of Jim’s attempted conquest after having just become one himself.
“I like you better.” Kirk wrapped him closer. Bones raised an eyebrow.
“You’re going to need to find better ways to channel your anger than molesting your CMO, kid,” he muttered without much heat. Jim giggled, and Bones shot a suspicious glare over his shoulder.
“Damnit, Jim! Are you still drunk?” As soon as he said the words he could have rolled his eyes at himself. Of course Jim was drunk. Jim had been drinking whiskey not even an hour ago like he was a goddamn fish. And if the drool that was beginning to form on his shoulder was any indication, he was going to be acting dumber and more intoxicated with every passing minute.
“Off! Now!” Bones gave Jim a sharp jerk until the other man let go, then said, “Up!” and watched him stumble to his feet.
“I’m not sleeping on the floor,” Bones added. He moved to pick up his uniform but Jim caught his wrist. Bones scowled. He was really getting sick and tired of Jim jerking him around. “What the hell do you want? I’m going back to my quarters.”
“I’d like it if you’d stay,” Jim said, his blue eyes momentarily lucid and pinning Leonard to the spot. He shifted uncomfortably.
“What, you mean for the night?” Leonard looked away. There were many things he hadn’t done since the Ex and sleeping with someone in the same bed was one of them. He didn’t want to admit that it made him uncomfortable, though, so he tried to relax his shoulders and keep his features neutral.
“Just for one night. I won’t even touch you. Much.” Kirk got a shit-eating grin on his face and Bones cringed.
“Why would I want to sleep next to you? You probably take up half the bed and roll around,” he muttered, although he had already taken a step forward.
“It’s just for the night. Just think, you’ll have blackmail material on your Captain’s sleeping quarters and nighttime habits.”
“Me and most of the ship,” Leonard speculated, and Jim laughed at that while gently guiding Bones to his bedroom. Bones sighed, ignoring the worried and insecure thoughts in his head for once, and followed.