Fic: Quiet

May. 6th, 2011 09:57 am
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Title: Quiet
Author: [livejournal.com profile] miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: James T Kirk / Leonard McCoy
Comm: [livejournal.com profile] jim_and_bones
Rating: PG-13

Summary: But it’s Shore leave and Bones is looking positively goddamn edible, all jeans and tight t-shirt and Jim has to stop himself from melting over him like the unashamed fanboy he is. It takes restraint but he does it.

A/N: Posted FOREVER ago, but never then put here. Yes I'm lazy. Sue me <3



Quiet



Bones wants to keep things quiet, says he doesn’t want the constant ragging from their friends. And sure Jim can see that, can see Miss Uhura with that half smirk half smile, Spock with his eyebrow raised, Sulu’s waggling eyebrows, Scotty’s dirty half drunk jokes, Gaila’s tips, Christine’s warnings and Chekov’s innocent but nonetheless embarrassing questions. It’s almost enough to make Jim want to keep it secret too.

Almost.

But it’s Shore leave and Bones is looking positively goddamn edible, all jeans and tight t-shirt and Jim has to stop himself from melting over him like the unashamed fanboy he is. It takes restraint but he does it.

He’s heading to the bar, Bones had already gone up and was taking forever so yeah he was kinda checking up on him, when suddenly a hand grabs him and yanks him into the shadowy corner, tucked around the side.

Warm full lips are on his and dear god it’s filthy, all warm and wet and that low rumble from the others throat that tells him, even if he hadn’t already guessed, that it’s Bones. Bones who has him pulled up so tight against him he almost can’t breathe. Bones who is kissing him like the world is ending and beginning and fuck he doesn’t want to do anything else in the middle of ending or beginning.

His fingers are in Bones’ hair, his shirt, teeth are scraping and nipping and stubble is rubbing. But right now all his attention is on where Bones’ lips meet his and where they are meshed together, practically inhaling one another.

They don’t hear the quiet squeak of surprise, and they don’t notice the person who had discovered them arrive or leave. They just kiss and kiss until they can’t breathe any more and have to pull back slightly or risk passing out. Bones’ breaths puff against his lips and they only wait so long before they are kissing again, frantic, needy, obsessed kissing.

Jim reckons it’s pretty obvious when they get back to the group, after all he’s sure he’s got a dreamy satisfied smile on his face, and he can see Bones’ lips are swollen from hungry kisses.

They make lame excuses and head home, ignoring the looks shared by the table, but Jim see’s Bones blushing slightly.

But he doesn’t care what they think, because the night ends with them curled up in bed together, noses and cheeks touching, just breathing each other in.

So content are they that they don’t hear the rustle at the door.

The copy of the series of old style photographs, snapped by Chekov earlier in the evening when he found them kissing, waits to be found until morning.

Jim pretends not to be smug, but he is.

There’s no keeping quiet now. Bones is his.

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