Mine (Kirk/McCoy, PG-13)
Title: Mine
Author: ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 487
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Slash, language
Summary: McCoy is tired of people trying to take what's his.
Author’s Notes: ...Yeah, I did. Kirk/McCoy? My new Star Trek OTP. I know I'm going to get killed for this (I told you you didn't want to know, Alex) because I have so many other things to do, but I couldn't help myself. Written for this prompt at st_xi_kink.
Mine
When Leonard McCoy first got involved with his best friend Jim Kirk, he knew he would have to put up with a lot.
For example, Jim’s ‘act without thinking,’ also known as ‘it sounded like a good idea at the time’ philosophy that landed him in the Medical Bay far too often with injuries that McCoy didn’t care to recall. Also, Jim’s insatiability, which, while he grumbled about it sometimes as he was being pulled into yet another dark equipment closet, he could never find reason to complain about for long.
One thing he didn’t expect was just how many of his fellow crewmembers vocally and actively wished it was them being pulled into closets or who knew just how much softer the bed in the Captain’s quarters was than the beds on the rest of the ship. He also didn’t expect having to listen to a very drunk Scotty, a mildly drunk Chekov, a questionably inebriated Nurse Chapel, and a very sober Sulu proposition his…whatever Jim was, all over the course of a couple days.
And he wasn’t amused.
He was so not amused, in fact, that by the time he’d given Ensign Chekov approximately seven more hyposprays than it took to treat the flu, he’d decided that it was time to make the best kept secret on the ship the most widely known secret. If anyone was going to be inappropriately propositioning the captain of the USS Enterprise in public places, it was going to be ‘Bones’ McCoy, the one who’d spent too much time cleaning up his office after every time Jim hadn’t been able to wait until he was off duty for the night.
So, that evening, when he knew the most people would be on the Bridge as some prepared to go off duty and others prepared to go on, he pushed his way through to stand in front of the Captain’s chair, pulled Jim up by his golden uniform shirt, and crashed their mouths together, forcing his tongue into the other man’s mouth. He smirked into the kiss as Jim’s arms reached around to pull him closer, then pulled away slightly to aim a raised and questioning eyebrow to the rest of the crew, the majority of whom were staring at them wide-eyed.
“The next person I hear talking about fucking the Captain is getting my foot up his or her ass, understood?”
He watched them all nod, then glared angrily when he heard Scotty laugh. “Hell,” the man said, “if I can get a copy of the security tape of you two doing that, I’ll be good to go.”
McCoy rolled his eyes as several others coughed to hide laughter or, perhaps, sounds of agreement.
Jim quickly announced that he was going off duty and began pulling Bones toward the lift, and as the door closed McCoy would swear he heard Sulu clear his throat and say, “I’ll be in my bunk.”
Author: ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 487
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Slash, language
Summary: McCoy is tired of people trying to take what's his.
Author’s Notes: ...Yeah, I did. Kirk/McCoy? My new Star Trek OTP. I know I'm going to get killed for this (I told you you didn't want to know, Alex) because I have so many other things to do, but I couldn't help myself. Written for this prompt at st_xi_kink.
Mine
When Leonard McCoy first got involved with his best friend Jim Kirk, he knew he would have to put up with a lot.
For example, Jim’s ‘act without thinking,’ also known as ‘it sounded like a good idea at the time’ philosophy that landed him in the Medical Bay far too often with injuries that McCoy didn’t care to recall. Also, Jim’s insatiability, which, while he grumbled about it sometimes as he was being pulled into yet another dark equipment closet, he could never find reason to complain about for long.
One thing he didn’t expect was just how many of his fellow crewmembers vocally and actively wished it was them being pulled into closets or who knew just how much softer the bed in the Captain’s quarters was than the beds on the rest of the ship. He also didn’t expect having to listen to a very drunk Scotty, a mildly drunk Chekov, a questionably inebriated Nurse Chapel, and a very sober Sulu proposition his…whatever Jim was, all over the course of a couple days.
And he wasn’t amused.
He was so not amused, in fact, that by the time he’d given Ensign Chekov approximately seven more hyposprays than it took to treat the flu, he’d decided that it was time to make the best kept secret on the ship the most widely known secret. If anyone was going to be inappropriately propositioning the captain of the USS Enterprise in public places, it was going to be ‘Bones’ McCoy, the one who’d spent too much time cleaning up his office after every time Jim hadn’t been able to wait until he was off duty for the night.
So, that evening, when he knew the most people would be on the Bridge as some prepared to go off duty and others prepared to go on, he pushed his way through to stand in front of the Captain’s chair, pulled Jim up by his golden uniform shirt, and crashed their mouths together, forcing his tongue into the other man’s mouth. He smirked into the kiss as Jim’s arms reached around to pull him closer, then pulled away slightly to aim a raised and questioning eyebrow to the rest of the crew, the majority of whom were staring at them wide-eyed.
“The next person I hear talking about fucking the Captain is getting my foot up his or her ass, understood?”
He watched them all nod, then glared angrily when he heard Scotty laugh. “Hell,” the man said, “if I can get a copy of the security tape of you two doing that, I’ll be good to go.”
McCoy rolled his eyes as several others coughed to hide laughter or, perhaps, sounds of agreement.
Jim quickly announced that he was going off duty and began pulling Bones toward the lift, and as the door closed McCoy would swear he heard Sulu clear his throat and say, “I’ll be in my bunk.”