Star Trek (reboot), Kirk/McCoy, sober
Jim Kirk flirts with girls when he's sober and boys when he's so drunk he can barely stand up. Bones has pointed out to him a dozen times that it would work better the other way, when he had better judgment about who might be open to his intoxicated offers, but Jim seems to enjoy bar fights almost as much as he enjoys getting laid. Maybe he figures either way he gets something he wants.
And so once more Bones has hauled a stumbling and bruised Jim back to their shared dorm room, peeled his shirt off of him, and gotten him more or less in bed. He's got one foot, still in its dark sock, dangling off the side, but McCoy's not about to try shifting Kirk's legs around - like as not, he'd kick him in the chin, in the state he's in. As usual, Bones contemplates not giving him a hypospray of analgesic to ward off the hangover, and as usual, he decides that Jim's bitching about the headache would be more trouble than the minuscule chance he'd learn something from it would be worth. In a few minutes, the command-school cadet is asleep, dreamy half-words fumbling from his lips. Well, it's better than him snoring. McCoy strips his own uniform off, soaked with someone else's beer and streaked with Jim's blood, and tosses it in the hamper. Shrugging his pajama bottoms on, he decides it's too warm for the top and drops into bed, falling asleep above the covers.
When he's woken up by the bed jostling, it's still dark. He looks over as Jim climbs onto the bed with him, puts one arm around him, nestles his chin into the crook of Bones's neck. McCoy shakes him, not too hard. "Jim, wake up. Get back in your own bed."
"Mmmm, no, I think I like it here." Kirk spreads one broad hand across the doctor's bare chest, feeling the fine, dark hairs and following them downward.
"Jim, wake up, you're still drunk." Leonard shoves him, trying to ignore the fact that now he has his hands on Jim's bare chest.
Catlike, Kirk slips back and rolls over in one smooth motion, pinning Bones underneath him. "No, I'm not. You hit me up with that hangover cure, remember?" He sits up, still straddling his friend's legs, and touches his little fingers to his nose, one after the other. "Nope, I've sobered up okay." His eyes flash, and then his teeth do, in a shark's predatory grin. "And I appear to have gotten in a fight, instead of getting laid."
"As usual," grumbles the doctor.
Kirk scoots his way up McCoy's legs and rolls his hips. "I'd kinda like to take care of that."
"You what?" Bones looks up at him. He's fought off Jim's drunken advances for two years now, but the question of what to do if he tried this sober never occurred to him.
Ah, hell. It had been too damn long for him, too. He wriggled his own hips; his body was way ahead of him, here. "So you're going to dry-hump me, is that it?"
"If that's what you want to call it, sure." Kirk's tone is casual, but his eyes sparkle in the dark room. He grinds himself against his friend, his own erection a swollen bulge in his uniform trousers.
They don't talk. They barely make any noise, just the sounds of cloth against cloth, and heavy breathing, and occasionally a grunt or a gasp. Bones's hands clutch at Jim's biceps, his chest, his waist, the curves of his ass; Kirk's stay at Leonard's shoulders except for one brief foray to pinch and worry at one nipple.
To his surprise, Bones comes first, his friend's weight hot and heavy on him as he grabs a fistful of bedspread and another of Jim's hair. As he groans, Jim ducks his head and bites down on Bones's shoulder, and the shock of pain and pleasure rockets straight to his groin, wringing another spurt from him. Instead of speeding up and finishing, though, Jim slows down, as if he's savoring the feel of his friend's body. McCoy finds he doesn't mind, as aftershocks stir through his thighs and stomach. His hands find Jim's ass again, and now he speeds up, arching his neck back and gasping, once, twice, and then a rush of heat.
Kirk collapses on Bones, grinning again. "See? Told you I'd like it here." He rolls off, lands on his feet on the floor, and crawls back into his own bunk. Bones shakes his head and tries to go back to sleep. He'll worry about what, if anything, this means in the morning.