Dr. Leonard McCoy has left the Enterprise. (just_bones) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-04-10 16:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, james kirk, leonard mccoy |
WHO: Leonard “Bones” McCoy and James T. Kirk
WHERE: Bones’s apartment.
WHEN: Backdated! Evening, April 8th.
WHAT: Jim stops by.
RATING: Medium.
STATUS: Complete.
NOTE: This is the webpage Bones is viewing.
Jim knew he should head to his room. SHIELD had been long and hard, causing aches in muscles he had completely forgotten about. If he were a sensible man, he would stretch, take a shower, have a proper meal and pass the fuck out. Jim was far from sensible. Almost without thinking he went to Bone’s room, not bothering to knock as he let himself in. Knocking was a new phenomenon to this world. At the Academy Bones was given no such luxury, so Jim didn’t even consider it would be a problem. He spotted Bones right away, hunched over his laptop. If that man was working he was going to swat him on the back of the head. Office hours were for the office, a concept the older man never seemed to grasp. As he quietly approached he realized Bones wasn’t working at all. He was looking a picture. Rather shocking pictures. He didn’t know Bones had it in him. “Aww, look at the puppy,” he said, sticking his head over Bone’s shoulder to get a closer look. “So this is what you do in your spare time, huh? Would have taken you to be more of a cat person. Oh wait, there one is.” While Leonard was relatively absorbed in what he was doing, he still had the presence of mind to acknowledge that somebody had just entered the apartment through the door-- which meant that Spock or Jim (not Kitty, since she could’ve just phased through the door) was currently trying to creep up on him. And the fact that creeping was involved led Leonard to the conclusion that it was in fact Jim who was trying to surprise him. For whatever reason. “Dogs are stupid, and cats are evil. I don’t have much of a preference,” Leonard replied. He inclined his head to give Jim more room to look over his shoulder. “But look at that,” he said, indicating a moving image of a stampede of puppies across a hardwood floor. “I’ve come to understand that, when it comes to cute things, multiples are always better than singularities,” McCoy added with a smile. “Something I can help you with?” He asked as he turned in his seat to look at Jim. He couldn’t tell much about how Jim’s body was probably smarting from yet another hard day of SHIELD training with their faces so close together, but he figured the kid was well enough if he was coming around for a visit. At least Jim didn’t seem to be bleeding from any obvious wounds. “Jesus Christ, Bones, you’re starting to sound like Spock. You’re drawn to cute fluffy animals. It’s okay. We all have our dark secrets. I personally have an affection for giggling babies. It’s terrible, but it feels good to finally get it off my chest.” Jim flopped to the ground, having just enough energy to lean his head back so he could look at Bones. “Can’t a man want to spend time with his best friend? I was also hoping you had some food lying around, but it’s not a dealbreaker.” With that he fell all the way back to the floor, arms spread out wide as he lay there like a useless ragdoll. “Don’t mind me, go back to your ducks or otters or whatever else was next.” “Jesus Christ, and you’re starting to sound like me,” McCoy pointed out at Jim’s inclusion of one of his most-used phrases. “Besides, there’s nothing to be ashamed of for thinking babies or baby animals are cute,” he added with a shrug. Leonard moved his feet, making room for Jim to flop onto the floor, and then came the rationale for Jim’s visit this late afternoon. “Besides, it’s not like I’m digging into patient information at home or watching porn in the middle of the living room,” Leonard added, giving Jim a pointed look. So far, he’d managed to avoid both temptations, as attractive as they sometimes seemed. “I’ve got sandwich fixings in the refrigerator if you want one,” he said offhand. After another moment at his laptop, enough time to scroll through all of the pictures, Leonard shut the computer down. “Long day?” he asked Jim, taking in the other man from his position supine on the floor. Kirk paused, thinking over his words before acquiescing that Bones might just be right. “My God, you’re right. I think you’re finally starting to rub off on me. Next thing you know I’ll be responsible and look both ways before I cross a road.” Jim laughed at Bone’s other options. It was clear which one he thought was more embarrassing. “You could watch porn out here, but then you’d have to clean up the mess. I’m sure you streamline the process a bit more.” Not to mention that Spock could come in and that was a line of questioning better left unasked. “Long enough. Mostly I’m being dramatic,” he admitted, still refusing to move from his spot. “Figured I could either turn in early or bug you. Look at what won.” “Don’t get my hopes up for nothing, Jim.” Leonard was teasing, but he took on a tone of warning at the same time. He pushed his laptop off to the side, then leaned back into his seat on the couch, stretching his legs out until one of his feet nudged Jim’s side. “And cleaning up the mess would absolutely be my greatest concern in that situation,” McCoy replied, rolling his eyes. “Forget the fact that Spock or you, or heaven forbid Kitty, could walk in on me in the middle. That wouldn’t be embarrassing at all,” he said. “Sure, you look dead on your feet and I can tell that you’re sore as hell, but you’re just being dramatic,” Leonard echoed, giving Jim’s flank another nudge. The kid seemed to be permanently set on downplaying his injuries or the aches and pains he suffered as par for the course. It was a good thing that Leonard was practically an expert in seeing through the bullshit bravado and selfless behavior that caused Jim to ignore his own health in these cases. “Choosing between me and your bed? That’s a mighty fine compliment, if I do say so.” Leonard smiled as he stretched both of his arms out across the back of the sofa. “I know you. You might get lost in the moment, but you never learned how to leave a mess behind. You’d ruin the moment thinking about making sure everything was in order.” He didn’t say it judgmentally, rather as an observation of the man in front of him. The world needed more people like him. They didn’t make excuses and they didn’t expect others to do the dirty work for them. “Oh yes, you wouldn’t want to traumatize your new friend Kitty,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m sure she has seen more traumatising things, but it’s best to save your bits for a special occasion.” Jim didn’t miss the fact that Bones seemed to have a habit of bringing her up lately, but as he wasn’t sure exactly what to think of it he pushed it away. “Quit kicking me,” he grumbled, reaching out to snatch Bone’s foot and halt its assault. “Are you this mean to all your patients? Or just your friends?” With a sigh he finally raised himself up until he was sitting up, arms resting on his knees. “What can I say? You’re softer.” “In the grand scheme of extraordinary things that we’ve all experienced, I suppose my dick’s not that traumatic,” Leonard replied, although his expression soured slightly. He didn’t quite like Jim’s tone-- the other man didn’t seem to be entirely teasing with his remarks. “What’s that supposed to mean anyway, Jim?” Leonard asked, unable to help himself. He wasn’t exactly spoiling for a fight, but then he’d always had trouble keeping his tongue in line. If Jim had something to say, he just needed to come out and say it (not that Leonard himself consistently followed that aphorism). “Just nevermind. And I’m not kicking you, I’m just making sure your sorry ass doesn’t fall asleep in the middle of the floor. If you’re sore, that’s the last thing you need.” Leonard punctuated his statement by trying to shake his foot free of Jim’s grasp. “Well, that might be the best thing anybody’s said about me all day,” McCoy replied with a roll of his eyes. “Not even close.” Jim wasn’t oblivious to Bones shift in mood, nor was he entirely surprised. JIm had always had a nasty habit of poking at the hornet’s nest. “Exactly what it sounds like,” he shot back, his voice challenging him to pretend otherwise. He didn’t think he was being out of line. Bones certainly wasn’t dropping Christine’s name at every turn, or anyone else for that matter. Jim was growing increasingly aware that the whole thing was prickling at him. Was he jealous? No, that was ridiculous. Bones was allowed to have more than one friend. Except that he was entirely jealous. They had been there for each other since they met on the way to Academy. Now Jim was being forced to realize that his friend didn’t need him as much as he thought he did. None of his crew did. He wasn’t captain here. He was right back to being a smart-mouthed kid with nothing to do. “It was a joke, Bones” he said, not wanting to deal with any of this, not even in his own head. “I’m tired and it was a joke. You said there is food stuff in the kitchen, right?” Like that he was up and walking to the other room, happy to distract himself with something he could also eat. Leonard watched incredulously as Jim laid his bait, then just sauntered out of the room like he hadn’t said anything at all, much less anything that poked at his temper. “You can’t just start shit like that and walk away, Jim,” McCoy said as he got to his feet, following Jim into the kitchen. It was obvious that his mention of Kitty was responsible for the turn in Jim’s mood, but he didn’t know why his comment had that specific effect on Jim. Leonard reached out, grabbing hold of Jim’s elbow to stop his progress, to force the kid to look at him. “Why’re you trying to pick a fight with me, Jim?” Leonard asked the question, his voice softening although his grip on Jim’s elbow remained firm. He wasn’t stupid, he had a pretty good idea of why Jim was acting the way that he was, but Leonard still wanted to hear something from Jim. “Did I say anything rude? Did I say anything that isn’t true?” It was easy to say when he was walking away from the other man. When he didn’t have to see that all knowing anger building up behind his eyes. That was the problem with Bones, he always fucking knew. Jim pulled his elbow away, not wanting the other man’s touch. Not if he was about to be scolded like a child. “I made a comment, looks like you’re the one itching for an argument.” Jim busied himself with gathering supplies, knowing full well he was no longer interested in anything he was going to make. “Lite mayonnaise? Are you kidding me with this shit? Just buy the damn real kind.” Leonard let Jim go, watching him rant as he helped himself to the refrigerator and whatever else he could get his hands on. Jim hadn’t completely dodged his question, but he was definitely deflecting. “Jesus, Jim. Can’t you just leave it alone for a minute?” Still, McCoy scowled at Jim’s comment about the mayonnaise-- it was petty. Besides, he couldn’t tell the difference between the two. Regardless, he shut the door to the fridge and turned his attention back to Jim, placing his hands on the other man’s shoulders and crowding him back against the countertop. “Somehow, I’m getting the idea that you’re the one who’s angry with me,” McCoy said, immediately raising a hand to silence any of Jim’s protests. Besides, if he let Jim start talking, he’d never get the words that he needed to say out of his own damn mouth. “I might be going out on a limb here, but I think it’s ‘cause you’re jealous of somebody, so let me let you in on something, Jim.” Leonard squeezed Jim’s shoulders, pausing to gather his own damn nerve and to make sure that the kid was actually listening to him. “When it comes to me? You’ve got no goddamn reason to be jealous of anybody else in any universe. You’re it.” Everything inside of Jim begged to flee. He needed to walk out of this room, go to sleep and wake up forgetting this ever happened. Jim couldn’t help but flinch when Bones’ grabbed hold of his shoulders. He trusted him more than anyone else in the world, but in this moment he felt trapped. Jim never handled feeling trapped very well, the urge to find an escape overriding any other rational thought he might have. Jim’s eyes looked everywhere but at the man in front of him, his entire body rigid as his knuckles turned white gripping the edge of the countertop. He opened his mouth to protest being angry, but Bones was already a step ahead of him. When the other man had the nerve to call him jealous he finally allowed himself to look at him, eyes narrowed in an indignant glare. As Bones kept talking his expression changed, his look turning hard and empty. Whatever whirlwind of thoughts were brewing in his head were not to be found anywhere on his face. There were countless ways to brush this off. They were best friends forever and could go back to being normal. A pat on the shoulder and the moment would pass. You’re it. It. What did that mean? Jim wasn’t one to actively try to read too much into things, but this felt like one of those moments he was supposed to be paying attention. Jim had learned early on to take care of himself. He depended on nobody and got along just fine. Sure, he had friends, but having friends and relying on people were two very different things. He needed Bones. He knew he needed him, so what happened when he went and fucked that up? He should be saying something here, but Jim had never been one for words. He would never be able to tell Bones what he deserved to hear. Kirk was a man of action, a man who followed his gut and dealt with the inevitable fallout later. Fisting his hands in Bones shirt, he pushed him back against the fridge, kissing him with all the desperation of a man who knew his world was about to crumble. Jim was totally avoiding Leonard’s gaze, doing anything but what he wanted him to do. But it seemed that he struck a nerve with Jim when he called him jealous. The look of anger in his eyes, the way his body language changed, he looked ready to throttle McCoy, but Leonard couldn’t stop himself now that he’d started. But that wasn’t the worst of it. McCoy’s stomach dropped when Jim’s face suddenly went blank. It was the look he got when he was weighing his options, analyzing strategy, and detaching himself from a situation-- something that McCoy had witnessed on the bridge of the Enterprise, but never between the two of them in their friendship. There were a lot of things that they’d left unsaid in their friendship, but Leonard was sure that this was the first time that Jim seemed to be purposefully hiding himself from him. Jesus, this hadn’t felt like such a terrible idea when he’d started talking, but wasn’t it his goddamn mouth that always got McCoy in trouble? The silence stretched between them, and Leonard was about to excuse himself to his room for the night when the tension suddenly snapped. Leonard let out a surprised gasp when Jim pushed him backwards. Momentarily forgetting that the fridge was behind him, Leonard clutched Jim’s shoulders tighter, bracing himself for impact with the floor. Instead, he got Jim’s mouth crashing into his in a way he’d imagined, but had never anticipated actually happening. McCoy froze for a moment-- he didn’t know if this was Jim’s way out of the conversation, a distraction meant to shut him up or to keep Jim from having to say anything in response-- but the moment passed quickly. Before he knew it Leonard was responding, opening up to the other man and wrapping his arms around Jim’s shoulders to pull him in closer. Even if this was some sort of tactical gambit on Jim’s part, McCoy wasn’t strong enough to deny himself the momentary pleasure of the experience. The feel of Jim’s mouth-- lips plush, yet demanding-- against his own was something that deserved a moment of weak indulgence, regardless of how bad of an idea it would seem to him in hindsight. Jim felt him freeze and for a moment a wave of crippling doubt seize him, but just as quickly Bones was relenting under his assault and returning the kiss. There was nothing sweet about this moment. It was demanding, needy and he was sure McCoy would have bruises where Jim’s fingers clung to him. He moved a hand up to comb through Bones’ hair, angling his back so he could trail a line of sloppy kisses down the other man’s neck. This was his chance to stop this. This was his chance to speak reason or tell Jim he had gotten it all wrong. Better he do it now than before he mess this up any further. There was a reason he avoided these feelings. He had disappointed everyone he had ever met, but how could he live with himself if he disappointed Leonard? Jim knew better than to indulge in this. He knew better, but kissing Leonard was everything and nothing like he had imagined and he already wanted more. Jim manhandled McCoy into the position he wanted-- pressed flush against the fridge behind him, pulling his hair and jerking his head back to expose the line of his neck-- and McCoy barely did a damn thing to impede his movements. His mouth stung when Jim pulled away, raw from the pressure, and Leonard groaned in protest at the loss, but he relished the feeling of Jim’s lips traveling down his neck. He hoped there were marks later, he’d need something to prove to himself that this had actually happened. Leonard moved his hands from Jim’s shoulders, first tracing the outlines of biceps before he dropped his hands to Jim’s sides, mapping obliques until he found the sharp jut of Jim’s hips. McCoy tightened his grip there, the pads of some of his fingers slipping beneath the hem of Jim’s shirt to touch bare skin. He wanted to speak-- words of encouragement, to praise, to fucking beg Jim to never stop-- but for once McCoy’s voice was caught up in his throat, too afraid that he’d break the spell and ruin the moment. Instead he shivered, merely whining at the way that Jim’s mouth, offering sloppy, perfect kisses, felt on his skin. Jim was acutely aware of every movement Leonard’s hands made. He wasn’t sure if the other man was trying to drive him mad, but it was certainly working. The feel of his fingers under his shirt was enough to make Jim suck in a sharp breath, the impulse to jerk his hips forward like an inexperienced schoolboy disturbingly strong. He could feel Bones shake underneath his mouth, sucking and biting to draw out more of those noises that had his fingers curling in deeper. He waited for Leonard to stop him, but it never came. He pulled himself back, out of fear or some sense of responsibility he wasn’t sure. “Bones, is this...” God, that couldn’t be his voice. Low and rough and so fucking terrified. He rested his forehead against the other man’s, his breath coming out in hard pants. He stole one kiss, then two. Softer and sweeter than any he had allowed himself before. Bones was devastatingly beautiful, all sharp angles covered in too soft skin. How had he kept himself from touching it for so long? “You’re okay?” Leonard’s hands held tighter to Jim’s body, his head thrown back as Jim continued his ministrations against his neck. Jim was as attentive as McCoy had always assumed he would be, changing his own actions when Leonard responded in a certain way, using his teeth, offering more of his mouth, more of everything until he was speaking again. Leonard knew how far gone he was when Jim was the one pulling back, assuming the role of responsibility for what had just taken place. But Jesus, how could he be blamed for losing himself in Jim? He was beautiful, eyes blown wide, and Leonard found his gaze drawn back to the plush set of Jim’s mouth as he tried to catch his breath. “How’m I supposed to think when you keep kissing me?” he asked, drawl coming out in full force as he met Jim’s eyes again. Regardless, Leonard ducked back in for another, soft and sweet and full of promise as he wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist. He knew that he hadn’t put forth much effort to answer Jim’s question, and he knew that there were other things that they needed to discuss, but he still wasn’t entirely ready for this moment to be over. “That enough of an answer for you?” Leonard asked once he was able to draw back again. “Maybe you’re not.” Maybe as long as they kept doing this they couldn’t realize what a disaster this might become. Bones’ arms wrapped around him like a lifeline, keeping him from fleeing into his own head. Jim returned the kisses with all the enthusiasm he could muster, eager and earned in his affection. Touch had always been a detached sort of thing for Jim. He lavished it on others without attaching any feelings. This embrace was more intimate than any of the nights he had spent with others in his bed, a fact is was more than conscious of. He met Bones’ question with a grin that promised nothing but wicked intentions. “I don’t know,” he said slowly, pausing to trace the line of Leonard’s jaw with his lips. “I might need a bit more convincing.” “Maybe you just need to stop talking,” Leonard replied. He wanted to be present, to keep his mind from jumping to all of the inevitable questions that would only end in him giving himself an anxiety attack. Leonard realized that they would probably reach a threshold, a place where he wanted too much or couldn’t give enough, but he was willfully ignoring those concerns. Then there was another line of questions-- ones he’d kept himself from fully considering-- that he was completely eager to explore. What did Jim feel like? How would he react to Leonard’s hands on him when he wasn’t busy being his doctor? What would it take to make Jim groan and whimper like he himself had moments earlier? Leonard much preferred to focus on those curiosities for now. Besides, Jim’s stupid, sunny grin was practically goading him into exploring all of those wondrous possibilities. “Oh?” McCoy asked, bemused by Jim’s attitude. “And what could I do to convince you?” Then it was Leonard’s turn to press his face into Jim’s neck, tasting his skin beneath the rasp of prickling stubble against his lips as he sought out ways to assure him of his own feelings about what had transpired between them. “I guess this is a decent start,” he said simply, stretching his head back to give the other man more room. He closed his eyes, committing the feeling of this moment to memory. He knew he’d never be able to look at Bones’ lips again without remember the feel of them ghosting across his neck. Not one to deprive himself of any sensation, he reached a hand underneath Bones’ shirt, tracing a lazy line down his spine with a lone finger. He followed the glorious slope of McCoy’s ass, cupping it through his jeans before placing his hands safely back on the other man’s hips. This was his best friend, not some pretty fuck he picked up in a bar. His body might not like the idea of slowing this down, but he wanted to savor this. Who knew if he’d get another chance. A stray thought entered his mind, sending a grin straight to his lips. “Come on, Bones, lets go make out on the couch until Spock walks in on us.” Leonard nipped sharply at Jim’s skin in response to his words. “I’ll show you decent,” Leonard replied, although the end of the statement disappeared into a contented hum as Jim’s fingers found their way beneath his shirt. As embarrassed as he was by his reaction, Leonard couldn’t help the way that his hips bucked into Jim’s at the feeling of that single finger sliding down his spine, then his hands following to cup his ass. He applied more pressure to Jim’s neck, sucking harder at his skin, not sure if it was his own poor attempt at a distraction, or if it was merely his natural response to the feeling of Jim’s hands on him. McCoy pulled back for a brief moment, surveying his handiwork in the pretty bruise that was beginning to blossom near the collar of Jim’s shirt, where neck and shoulder joined. “And when that happens, I’m leaving the explanation in your very capable hands,” Leonard replied, although he made no immediate move to disengage from Jim or to abandon their current position. |