Fic: Perfect Type
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miss_m_cricketTitle: Perfect Type
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miss_m_cricket
Pairing: Jim Kirk/Bones McCoy (Reboot!)
Rating: Adultness
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Summary: “The question had stuck in his head, he couldn’t push it away. What was his type?”..
A/N: Inspired by the prompt fromraphaellover found HERE!
A/N: Been writing this one for a while, just needed to get back into fun!fic
Perfect Type
“We are going drinking tonight.” Jim informed Bones as they wandered across the quad one bright sunny lunchtime. Bones was doing that thing where he walked and read at the same time, miraculously avoiding people or having people jump out of his way. The Doctor didn’t seem to notice the swear words that followed them but he did lift his head out of his PADD to arch a brow at his friend.
“Drinking.” He drawled, “Haven’t got any by yourself this week is that it?” And he scowled at Jim as the young cadet winked at a group of attractive young women who walked past, “Unbelievable. No Jim, I’m a Doctor not a watchdog, and I’m busy.”
“You always say you are busy.” Jim rolled his eyes at his friend, “And yet you always come with me.”
“Yeah, well, who else is going to stop you drowning in your own vomit?” Bones grumbled, disappearing back into his text, ignoring the yell of ‘Hey watch it jackass!” that followed him when he barged past another man. “I can tell you that your latest fuck won’t give a damn when you are curled up on the floor puking your intestines out through your mouth.”
“So I’ll see you at seven.”
“Yeah whatever Kid,”
~*~
They drank together for about an hour before Jim found a suitable target.
The curvy blonde was just how he liked them, open, sexual, clearly just up for a bit of fun, voluptuous and with a very talented tongue. They disappeared back to Jim’s, with the cadet throwing Bones a broad wink over the blonde’s shoulder. The Doctor rolled his eyes and scowled; turning away to order another drink and Jim went off with his newest partner, satisfied that Bones would still be there when he returned.
He didn’t see how Bones turned back to watch him leave with the blonde, or how the Doctor glanced at the door every few minutes for the next three hours until he went home, realizing that Jim wasn’t coming back that night.
~*~
The abandonment wasn’t mentioned by either of them the next day, or any day thereafter and so Jim kept on with his usual routine of screwing every available woman he could find, and Bones got to be great friends with the bartenders at their regular haunts.
One night Bones considered Jim blearily, they had both had several tequila shots and the entire bar was looking pleasantly warm and fuzzy. “Y’know, Jim. I really h’ve no idea, what your type is.” He mumbled. “Y’know,” he went on as Jim frowned in thought, “A type of woman y’favour higher than others.”
“Breathing?” Jim replied, considering the question with as much thought as he could muster at that time with an alcohol drenched brain.
“Breathing isn’t a type Jim.” Bones rolled his eyes.
“Maybe I dun’ have a type then.” Kirk provided, quite reasonably in his opinion.
“Everyone has a type. I have a type. Whass yours?”
“I dunno, Bones.” He frowned a little; it was a good question really, “Let me get back to you on that.”
“A’right.” Bones mumbled “Get back to me….later.”
~*~
The question had stuck in his head, he couldn’t push it away. What was his type?
They were in the dining hall, Jim putting all his carrots on Bones plate, and Bones responding by giving Jim all of his mushrooms. The fast and furious food exchange however paused when yet another voluptuous blonde slid into a seat nearby and gave Jim a warm approving look.
Bones rolled his eyes, as Jim smirked back at her, giving her that charming smile that he flashed at every pretty girl who passed him by. But something was different, Jim thought frowning slightly, he wasn’t tempted to just hop up and head over to tell her just how nice she looked in that short cadet dress.
He turned back to his meal, noting that Bones had paused, one of Jim’s former carrots halfway up to his mouth. “What?” he asked, stabbing a mushroom and popping it into his mouth with a grin.
“Are you sick?”
“Is this one of those trick questions Bones?”
“No, it’s just...” the Doctor leaned over the table and pressed the back of his hand to Jim’s forehead.
“Bones!”
“Just seeing if you had a fever!”
“I’m not sick!”
“I think you must be, because as far as I know, nothing but a truly heinous illness would stop you from going over to an interested woman. And as you know, I’m a Doctor; it’s my job to help with heinous diseases.”
Jim looked over at the woman and he frowned slightly, thinking. “She’s just not my type.” He said finally.
“What?” Bones asked, eyebrow arching once more.
The young cadet turned back to his meal and reached over to take one of Bones chicken pieces, and as the Doctor spluttered he smirked.
“Her hair is the wrong colour.”
~*~
But what was the ‘right’ colour? He wondered later, settled in the library, considering the women nearby as he bolted through his necessary homework. Not platinum blonde clearly, but what about the other shades of blonde. He watched a few blondes for a minute and wrinkled his nose slightly. No, he didn’t really like blondes after all; strange that he only just now realized that.
So he turned his attention to a redhead nearby. Vibrant, eye catching…no that wasn’t right either. He thought red hair was sexy, but it wasn’t the top on his list, he could just tell. Black hair? He considered a raven haired beauty nearby and tapped his teeth lightly with his fingernail. Closer, but no.
After thirty minutes of careful personal reflection he decided he liked the rich dark chocolate brown hair colour best. Perfect to tangle your hands in and grip.
Satisfied with his level of introspection the blond cadet turned back to his homework.
~*~
The girl was perfect, curvy and with that nice dark brown hair that he had so recently come to appreciate. And damn did it ever look better fanned out on her pillow like that.
“Oh Jim.” She moaned, arching up as he thrust into her. “Uhn, harder.” He smirked and worked his lips over her neck causing her to wiggle sensuously against him, in a way that his cock definitely liked.
“Come baby.” He groaned, forgetting her name in the heat of the moment, “Come with me now.” Her eyes opened as she moaned and came hard, and Jim slammed his hips in against hers and followed her over the edge.
But it wasn’t mind-blowing, he realized as he rolled off her panting, a small frown touching his features. It should have been, she had the right hair colour, and she was sexy and responsive and talked while he pleasured her. He loved that.
So what was wrong?
He rolled over and kissed her, thanking her softly, and brushing her hair gently behind her ear in a smooth caress that left her lying there with a relaxed and pleased smile on her pretty face as he left.
It was only as he left her building that he realized what the problem had been.
Her eyes had been blue.
~*~
So he had narrowed his type down, he thought proudly, looking up into the rapturous face of his latest conquest. Her hair was a shortish cut, in that dark brown shade and her eyes were a particularly nice shade of hazel green.
Yes hazel green, those were the right eye colour, he thought with a groan as she bounced on his cock, arching her head back.
“Oh Kirk.” She panted, leaning down to roll her hips against him and pressing those wonderfully round breasts against his chest. His hands came up to cup her waist and then the full mounds and once again he felt it, that uneasy feeling.
Once again, something was wrong.
Internally he growled at himself, why couldn’t let this stupid ‘type’ thing of Bones go? It was ruining a perfectly good lay for him, which was really typical of Bones. Bitter old man couldn’t even let him screw his brains out with a hot woman anymore.
It was easier to blame Bones than it was to blame his own self.
So with an internal sigh as the girl rode him, he put his mind to the problem at hand. What on earth or space was wrong with this one?
The girl’s moans reached a crescendo against his throat as she rolled against him and his hands almost automatically cupped her breasts. Why did women have to be so…soft? She was almost squishy and in Jim’s opinion squishy almost invariably meant bad. That must be it then; there was all this soft yielding flesh against him when really all he wanted was firmness.
Pleased that he had solved the problem he let himself come, enjoying her now, even though he knew he would not ever go there again.
~*~
“So what is your type of woman then Bones?”
A grunt was all the answer he got back so he lobbed a pillow at the back of Bones head. The Doctor snapped around to glare at his friend, spinning around on his chair at his desk, hand automatically reaching for a Hypospray out of his medkit.
“Hey chill!” Jim hurriedly said, blue eyes fixed on the hypospray, “Sedation not required, I just want you to answer my question old man.”
Bones glared a bit more before frowning, “What question?” he asked, not having really been paying attention to Kirk before the pillow had connected with his head, half way through reading about Congenital and Acquired Nystagmus of the eye. Very rude.
“What is your type? Of woman?”
One of Bones eyebrows lifted and he looked at his friend, and roommate with some confusion. “Why do you want to know?”
“No reason.”
“Okay then, I like eyes, expressive eyes.”
“That’s not a type Bones, that’s a feature.”
“Well what’s your type then?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“No reason.”
“Okay then.”
Bones waited for Jim to share but the young man just picked up the PADD to one of his ‘Psych leadership 101.’ Texts and began to read.
Frustrated and annoyed Bones turned back to his work on eye deficiencies, unaware that Jim had looked back up and was grinning fondly behind his back.
~*~
Weeks passed and Jim was satisfied that he was narrowing in on his perfect type.
That night he was going out with a girl he had espied in the dining area, a tall willowy woman with few curves, hazel green eyes and that dark hair.
It should have gone well.
It didn’t.
Two hours later he is on Bones bed staring morosely at the ceiling and drinking some of his best friend’s stash of good liquor. Bones wasn’t paying attention to him of course, trying to study for his exams, but that had never stopped Jim from unloading his problems out before. Eventually Bones will have to pay attention to him.
“I just don’t get it.” Jim groaned, swigging another gulp of bourbon and wincing as it burnt his throat. “She was…fucking perfect man. Like the actual….whatchamacallit, of my type.”
“Personification?” came the drawled helpful aside from where Bones was chewing on the end of his stylus. Jim watched him for a couple of moments, strangely fascinated by Bones lips sliding over the instrument and the brief flash of white as the teeth bit gently.
Jim coughed a little and looked away, mind scrambling to reconnect the conversation, “Yeah personification. She had all the aspects but something…”
“What?” Bones asked. It was that ‘I’m not really interested but I am humoring you so this conversation is over quicker and you’ll shut up’.
“I’m not…” he was about to say ‘sure’ but then suddenly he realized he did know. “No…” he whispered.
“What?” Bones really isn’t paying attention now, and it lets Jim drift away silently into his thoughts. And think about what he hadn’t said.
She was too….wet
~*~
No one could ever say that Jim Kirk was one to back down from a challenge. And this, in his books, was most definitely a challenge. How to seduce a dark haired, hazel green eyed, man back to his bed? Make that a dark haired, hazel green eyed, submissive man. No way was Jim Kirk being some unknown douche’s bitch.
He puzzled over it for a night or two, idly considering plans and ways of implementing them, before heading out to a bar that he knew the gay and bi-sexual crowd tended to hang out. It meant of course that he couldn’t bring Bones. What if his chosen target thought Bones was his boyfriend? Too many mixed messages.
So he went alone.
Fucking a dude was awesome, he totally dug it, didn’t know why the hell he hadn’t done it before. But he knew about it now and hell if he was going to stop any time soon.
The guy hadn’t been his ideal type. The eyes were too dark, hair was too fair and he was too slender, but it was fun and so he put the mental grumpiness aside to enjoy the experience.
Several weeks passed while Jim Kirk enjoyed his newest sexual adventure.
And then.
Disaster.
Well no, that’s not true. It wasn’t a disaster, it was downright delicious, but the realization that had followed the delicious was disastrous….
Bones came out of the shower.
Jim had managed not to stare, not to drool and not to whimper like a needy dog, but it had been a close thing on all counts.
Bones was toned, broad of shoulder, slender of waist, golden skin, scruffy dark hair that perfect shade of grippable brown, eyes that perfect green hazel, mouth fucking sinful, and his arse, which Kirk couldn’t see under the towel, looked to be about as perfect as the rest of him.
Fuck!
~*~
And just like that, none of the other men around campus seemed to be as appealing anymore. Bones was the absolute personification of Jim’s ‘Type’ but it had taken almost 2 years and then three months of concerted effort for Jim to realize this.
He wasn’t really freaked by it, Bones was Bones, and hell if someone was going to be his ‘Perfect type’ he would love it to be someone as awesome as his best friend. He wasn’t freaked, but he knew Bones would be.
Bones would overanalyze it. He would poke and prod and puzzle over it all until Jim would just go mad from all the indecision.
He decided that his plan of attack would be subtle. Gifts of good expensive bourbon, not abandoning him on nights out, listening to him, always being around, finding him treats that would make him smile.
It worked, kind of. Bones was pleased and a little confused by how attentive his best friend was being, but he wasn’t complaining.
Well…not much.
Bones wouldn’t be Bones if he didn’t whine and bitch a bit.
However after another month of careful wooing and no results ‘Plan Subtle’ went out the window.
~*~
Bones was on his bed, working on a PADD and grumbling softly, when the device was neatly yanked out of his hands. Next second Jim was sitting firmly on his lap. Knees on either side of the doctors hips and determined expression in place.
The doctor blinked at Jim from behind a pair of magnification glasses which were soon yanked off his nose. “Dammit Jim, I’m working here!” Bones growled, trying to retrieve his work. Jim sent both shooting across the floor, out of the doctors reach. “Jim!”
“Bones.” Jim said, grabbing his friends chin and pulling his face around so those hazel green eyes were glaring at him instead of the floor, “Bones, you remember how you asked me about my type? And I said, I’d get back to you on that?”
“Vaguely.” Jim leaned in, breath brushing against Bones mouth which parted almost from instinct.
“I am getting back to you on that now.” He murmured, before leaning in and pressing his lips to Bones in a heated kiss. It wasn’t perfect, as far as kisses went. It was messy and their teeth bumped but the noises that Bones made, made this kiss fucking fantastic in Jim’s book. “You are my goddamn perfect type.” Jim panted when he managed to break away.
Bones hands were on Jim's hips and the doctor stared at them like he didn’t know how they had gotten there at all. “What older men do it for you? Dammit Jim I’m a doctor not a pony, get off me.”
Jim wriggled his hips, making the doctor groan, but also stoppped his bitching for a minute which allowed him to continue. “First off, your hair is brown, gorgeous brown that makes me want to thread my fingers through and just...” He tangled his hands in Bones hair and gripped hard, thrilling inside when he heard his best friend moan low in his throat.
“Your eyes are really nice. Hazel green,” he continued as Bones shuddered under him, “You are fucking sexy body wise. Which I don’t get by the way. You never do exercise how are you so fucking delicious?”
“Shut up Jim. You are going to give me an ego.”
Jim leaned in and brushed his lips against Bones once more, so soft and light that Bones stills against him just opening his lips with an instinctive acceptance. Jim rested his forehead against his best friends and smiled a little.
“All those years, all those women, those men. All that time, and my perfect type was you. Just you.”
Author:
miss_m_cricketPairing: Jim Kirk/Bones McCoy (Reboot!)
Rating: Adultness
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Summary: “The question had stuck in his head, he couldn’t push it away. What was his type?”..
A/N: Inspired by the prompt from
raphaellover found HERE! A/N: Been writing this one for a while, just needed to get back into fun!fic
Perfect Type
“We are going drinking tonight.” Jim informed Bones as they wandered across the quad one bright sunny lunchtime. Bones was doing that thing where he walked and read at the same time, miraculously avoiding people or having people jump out of his way. The Doctor didn’t seem to notice the swear words that followed them but he did lift his head out of his PADD to arch a brow at his friend.
“Drinking.” He drawled, “Haven’t got any by yourself this week is that it?” And he scowled at Jim as the young cadet winked at a group of attractive young women who walked past, “Unbelievable. No Jim, I’m a Doctor not a watchdog, and I’m busy.”
“You always say you are busy.” Jim rolled his eyes at his friend, “And yet you always come with me.”
“Yeah, well, who else is going to stop you drowning in your own vomit?” Bones grumbled, disappearing back into his text, ignoring the yell of ‘Hey watch it jackass!” that followed him when he barged past another man. “I can tell you that your latest fuck won’t give a damn when you are curled up on the floor puking your intestines out through your mouth.”
“So I’ll see you at seven.”
“Yeah whatever Kid,”
~*~
They drank together for about an hour before Jim found a suitable target.
The curvy blonde was just how he liked them, open, sexual, clearly just up for a bit of fun, voluptuous and with a very talented tongue. They disappeared back to Jim’s, with the cadet throwing Bones a broad wink over the blonde’s shoulder. The Doctor rolled his eyes and scowled; turning away to order another drink and Jim went off with his newest partner, satisfied that Bones would still be there when he returned.
He didn’t see how Bones turned back to watch him leave with the blonde, or how the Doctor glanced at the door every few minutes for the next three hours until he went home, realizing that Jim wasn’t coming back that night.
~*~
The abandonment wasn’t mentioned by either of them the next day, or any day thereafter and so Jim kept on with his usual routine of screwing every available woman he could find, and Bones got to be great friends with the bartenders at their regular haunts.
One night Bones considered Jim blearily, they had both had several tequila shots and the entire bar was looking pleasantly warm and fuzzy. “Y’know, Jim. I really h’ve no idea, what your type is.” He mumbled. “Y’know,” he went on as Jim frowned in thought, “A type of woman y’favour higher than others.”
“Breathing?” Jim replied, considering the question with as much thought as he could muster at that time with an alcohol drenched brain.
“Breathing isn’t a type Jim.” Bones rolled his eyes.
“Maybe I dun’ have a type then.” Kirk provided, quite reasonably in his opinion.
“Everyone has a type. I have a type. Whass yours?”
“I dunno, Bones.” He frowned a little; it was a good question really, “Let me get back to you on that.”
“A’right.” Bones mumbled “Get back to me….later.”
~*~
The question had stuck in his head, he couldn’t push it away. What was his type?
They were in the dining hall, Jim putting all his carrots on Bones plate, and Bones responding by giving Jim all of his mushrooms. The fast and furious food exchange however paused when yet another voluptuous blonde slid into a seat nearby and gave Jim a warm approving look.
Bones rolled his eyes, as Jim smirked back at her, giving her that charming smile that he flashed at every pretty girl who passed him by. But something was different, Jim thought frowning slightly, he wasn’t tempted to just hop up and head over to tell her just how nice she looked in that short cadet dress.
He turned back to his meal, noting that Bones had paused, one of Jim’s former carrots halfway up to his mouth. “What?” he asked, stabbing a mushroom and popping it into his mouth with a grin.
“Are you sick?”
“Is this one of those trick questions Bones?”
“No, it’s just...” the Doctor leaned over the table and pressed the back of his hand to Jim’s forehead.
“Bones!”
“Just seeing if you had a fever!”
“I’m not sick!”
“I think you must be, because as far as I know, nothing but a truly heinous illness would stop you from going over to an interested woman. And as you know, I’m a Doctor; it’s my job to help with heinous diseases.”
Jim looked over at the woman and he frowned slightly, thinking. “She’s just not my type.” He said finally.
“What?” Bones asked, eyebrow arching once more.
The young cadet turned back to his meal and reached over to take one of Bones chicken pieces, and as the Doctor spluttered he smirked.
“Her hair is the wrong colour.”
~*~
But what was the ‘right’ colour? He wondered later, settled in the library, considering the women nearby as he bolted through his necessary homework. Not platinum blonde clearly, but what about the other shades of blonde. He watched a few blondes for a minute and wrinkled his nose slightly. No, he didn’t really like blondes after all; strange that he only just now realized that.
So he turned his attention to a redhead nearby. Vibrant, eye catching…no that wasn’t right either. He thought red hair was sexy, but it wasn’t the top on his list, he could just tell. Black hair? He considered a raven haired beauty nearby and tapped his teeth lightly with his fingernail. Closer, but no.
After thirty minutes of careful personal reflection he decided he liked the rich dark chocolate brown hair colour best. Perfect to tangle your hands in and grip.
Satisfied with his level of introspection the blond cadet turned back to his homework.
~*~
The girl was perfect, curvy and with that nice dark brown hair that he had so recently come to appreciate. And damn did it ever look better fanned out on her pillow like that.
“Oh Jim.” She moaned, arching up as he thrust into her. “Uhn, harder.” He smirked and worked his lips over her neck causing her to wiggle sensuously against him, in a way that his cock definitely liked.
“Come baby.” He groaned, forgetting her name in the heat of the moment, “Come with me now.” Her eyes opened as she moaned and came hard, and Jim slammed his hips in against hers and followed her over the edge.
But it wasn’t mind-blowing, he realized as he rolled off her panting, a small frown touching his features. It should have been, she had the right hair colour, and she was sexy and responsive and talked while he pleasured her. He loved that.
So what was wrong?
He rolled over and kissed her, thanking her softly, and brushing her hair gently behind her ear in a smooth caress that left her lying there with a relaxed and pleased smile on her pretty face as he left.
It was only as he left her building that he realized what the problem had been.
Her eyes had been blue.
~*~
So he had narrowed his type down, he thought proudly, looking up into the rapturous face of his latest conquest. Her hair was a shortish cut, in that dark brown shade and her eyes were a particularly nice shade of hazel green.
Yes hazel green, those were the right eye colour, he thought with a groan as she bounced on his cock, arching her head back.
“Oh Kirk.” She panted, leaning down to roll her hips against him and pressing those wonderfully round breasts against his chest. His hands came up to cup her waist and then the full mounds and once again he felt it, that uneasy feeling.
Once again, something was wrong.
Internally he growled at himself, why couldn’t let this stupid ‘type’ thing of Bones go? It was ruining a perfectly good lay for him, which was really typical of Bones. Bitter old man couldn’t even let him screw his brains out with a hot woman anymore.
It was easier to blame Bones than it was to blame his own self.
So with an internal sigh as the girl rode him, he put his mind to the problem at hand. What on earth or space was wrong with this one?
The girl’s moans reached a crescendo against his throat as she rolled against him and his hands almost automatically cupped her breasts. Why did women have to be so…soft? She was almost squishy and in Jim’s opinion squishy almost invariably meant bad. That must be it then; there was all this soft yielding flesh against him when really all he wanted was firmness.
Pleased that he had solved the problem he let himself come, enjoying her now, even though he knew he would not ever go there again.
~*~
“So what is your type of woman then Bones?”
A grunt was all the answer he got back so he lobbed a pillow at the back of Bones head. The Doctor snapped around to glare at his friend, spinning around on his chair at his desk, hand automatically reaching for a Hypospray out of his medkit.
“Hey chill!” Jim hurriedly said, blue eyes fixed on the hypospray, “Sedation not required, I just want you to answer my question old man.”
Bones glared a bit more before frowning, “What question?” he asked, not having really been paying attention to Kirk before the pillow had connected with his head, half way through reading about Congenital and Acquired Nystagmus of the eye. Very rude.
“What is your type? Of woman?”
One of Bones eyebrows lifted and he looked at his friend, and roommate with some confusion. “Why do you want to know?”
“No reason.”
“Okay then, I like eyes, expressive eyes.”
“That’s not a type Bones, that’s a feature.”
“Well what’s your type then?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“No reason.”
“Okay then.”
Bones waited for Jim to share but the young man just picked up the PADD to one of his ‘Psych leadership 101.’ Texts and began to read.
Frustrated and annoyed Bones turned back to his work on eye deficiencies, unaware that Jim had looked back up and was grinning fondly behind his back.
~*~
Weeks passed and Jim was satisfied that he was narrowing in on his perfect type.
That night he was going out with a girl he had espied in the dining area, a tall willowy woman with few curves, hazel green eyes and that dark hair.
It should have gone well.
It didn’t.
Two hours later he is on Bones bed staring morosely at the ceiling and drinking some of his best friend’s stash of good liquor. Bones wasn’t paying attention to him of course, trying to study for his exams, but that had never stopped Jim from unloading his problems out before. Eventually Bones will have to pay attention to him.
“I just don’t get it.” Jim groaned, swigging another gulp of bourbon and wincing as it burnt his throat. “She was…fucking perfect man. Like the actual….whatchamacallit, of my type.”
“Personification?” came the drawled helpful aside from where Bones was chewing on the end of his stylus. Jim watched him for a couple of moments, strangely fascinated by Bones lips sliding over the instrument and the brief flash of white as the teeth bit gently.
Jim coughed a little and looked away, mind scrambling to reconnect the conversation, “Yeah personification. She had all the aspects but something…”
“What?” Bones asked. It was that ‘I’m not really interested but I am humoring you so this conversation is over quicker and you’ll shut up’.
“I’m not…” he was about to say ‘sure’ but then suddenly he realized he did know. “No…” he whispered.
“What?” Bones really isn’t paying attention now, and it lets Jim drift away silently into his thoughts. And think about what he hadn’t said.
She was too….wet
~*~
No one could ever say that Jim Kirk was one to back down from a challenge. And this, in his books, was most definitely a challenge. How to seduce a dark haired, hazel green eyed, man back to his bed? Make that a dark haired, hazel green eyed, submissive man. No way was Jim Kirk being some unknown douche’s bitch.
He puzzled over it for a night or two, idly considering plans and ways of implementing them, before heading out to a bar that he knew the gay and bi-sexual crowd tended to hang out. It meant of course that he couldn’t bring Bones. What if his chosen target thought Bones was his boyfriend? Too many mixed messages.
So he went alone.
Fucking a dude was awesome, he totally dug it, didn’t know why the hell he hadn’t done it before. But he knew about it now and hell if he was going to stop any time soon.
The guy hadn’t been his ideal type. The eyes were too dark, hair was too fair and he was too slender, but it was fun and so he put the mental grumpiness aside to enjoy the experience.
Several weeks passed while Jim Kirk enjoyed his newest sexual adventure.
And then.
Disaster.
Well no, that’s not true. It wasn’t a disaster, it was downright delicious, but the realization that had followed the delicious was disastrous….
Bones came out of the shower.
Jim had managed not to stare, not to drool and not to whimper like a needy dog, but it had been a close thing on all counts.
Bones was toned, broad of shoulder, slender of waist, golden skin, scruffy dark hair that perfect shade of grippable brown, eyes that perfect green hazel, mouth fucking sinful, and his arse, which Kirk couldn’t see under the towel, looked to be about as perfect as the rest of him.
Fuck!
~*~
And just like that, none of the other men around campus seemed to be as appealing anymore. Bones was the absolute personification of Jim’s ‘Type’ but it had taken almost 2 years and then three months of concerted effort for Jim to realize this.
He wasn’t really freaked by it, Bones was Bones, and hell if someone was going to be his ‘Perfect type’ he would love it to be someone as awesome as his best friend. He wasn’t freaked, but he knew Bones would be.
Bones would overanalyze it. He would poke and prod and puzzle over it all until Jim would just go mad from all the indecision.
He decided that his plan of attack would be subtle. Gifts of good expensive bourbon, not abandoning him on nights out, listening to him, always being around, finding him treats that would make him smile.
It worked, kind of. Bones was pleased and a little confused by how attentive his best friend was being, but he wasn’t complaining.
Well…not much.
Bones wouldn’t be Bones if he didn’t whine and bitch a bit.
However after another month of careful wooing and no results ‘Plan Subtle’ went out the window.
~*~
Bones was on his bed, working on a PADD and grumbling softly, when the device was neatly yanked out of his hands. Next second Jim was sitting firmly on his lap. Knees on either side of the doctors hips and determined expression in place.
The doctor blinked at Jim from behind a pair of magnification glasses which were soon yanked off his nose. “Dammit Jim, I’m working here!” Bones growled, trying to retrieve his work. Jim sent both shooting across the floor, out of the doctors reach. “Jim!”
“Bones.” Jim said, grabbing his friends chin and pulling his face around so those hazel green eyes were glaring at him instead of the floor, “Bones, you remember how you asked me about my type? And I said, I’d get back to you on that?”
“Vaguely.” Jim leaned in, breath brushing against Bones mouth which parted almost from instinct.
“I am getting back to you on that now.” He murmured, before leaning in and pressing his lips to Bones in a heated kiss. It wasn’t perfect, as far as kisses went. It was messy and their teeth bumped but the noises that Bones made, made this kiss fucking fantastic in Jim’s book. “You are my goddamn perfect type.” Jim panted when he managed to break away.
Bones hands were on Jim's hips and the doctor stared at them like he didn’t know how they had gotten there at all. “What older men do it for you? Dammit Jim I’m a doctor not a pony, get off me.”
Jim wriggled his hips, making the doctor groan, but also stoppped his bitching for a minute which allowed him to continue. “First off, your hair is brown, gorgeous brown that makes me want to thread my fingers through and just...” He tangled his hands in Bones hair and gripped hard, thrilling inside when he heard his best friend moan low in his throat.
“Your eyes are really nice. Hazel green,” he continued as Bones shuddered under him, “You are fucking sexy body wise. Which I don’t get by the way. You never do exercise how are you so fucking delicious?”
“Shut up Jim. You are going to give me an ego.”
Jim leaned in and brushed his lips against Bones once more, so soft and light that Bones stills against him just opening his lips with an instinctive acceptance. Jim rested his forehead against his best friends and smiled a little.
“All those years, all those women, those men. All that time, and my perfect type was you. Just you.”
