Just Like in the Movies - Star Trek XI - Kirk/McCoy
Greetings! My first Kirk/McCoy post! No, it's not one of the ones I have been working on! I wrote this in a ~3 hour span, ending at 4:37am. Damn my nap from 9-midnight, but yay for fic! (can you feel my excitement?)
Title: Just Like in the Movies
Rating: PG
Warnings: some blood, some naughty language, and some schmoop (of the slash variety)
AN: Dedicated and written specifically for inell's birthday! Title from Tommy Castro's 'Just a Man'. Also, I didn't realize how much useless medical equipment lingo I knew (for someone who is rarely hurt) until this fic. Srsly. ALSO: Sry for the 23rd century med-tech screw up. No research is clear. If you can ignore that, feel free to bask in the schmoop. Unbeta'd and written at an unGodly hour. Let me know if there be typos. (See what I did there w/ the piratey talk? Huh? Didja? I should just shut up and post? ALRIGHTY THEN!)
"You sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"
"I'm fine."
He stopped just inside the door, blocking further entrance to his best friend, "Isn't that my line?"
"Har har," he deadpanned, "You're hysterical, Jim."
"No, I'm serious, Bones. It could get infect-"
The doctor waved him off with a hand, pushing past him into their dorm, "We've talked about this already. It's too quick to have developed an infection and it's not that deep. I just need to sew it up and I can go the hell to bed and forget this day ever happened."
Jim followed him into the bathroom as he grabbed his medkit from under the sink.
"Alright. Fine. But I'm doing it." He raised both eyebrows and pointed at Leonard's chest, "You've been drinking."
Leonard mashed his eyebrows together, "So have you."
Jim grabbed the kit from his hand and gently pushed him in the direction of their bunk beds. "I only had those two classics. I was nursing the second when you threw the first punch. I was talking to that blonde from astrophysics." He pushed the older man down onto the bed before maneuvering himself to sit cross-legged facing him. "You know, the one who chews on the end of her styllus?"
The doctor rolled his eyes as Jim grinned like an idiot, eyes glazing over as he stared at the ceiling.
"Will ya give me my goddamned kit so I can get this over with already?"
Jim snapped out of it, yanked his arms sideways to keep the kit out of McCoy's reach, "I said, 'I'll do it.'" He smacked Leonard on his left knee, thumbing in the direction of the wall before he popped the kit open. "Turn." Leonard turned to face Jim head on and scooted backwards further onto the bed. "And close your eyes."
"What? Why?"
Jim leveled his gaze, halting his rifling through the kit for the items he needed, "You have a cut above your eye, I don't want to get this saline crap in it."
Leonard didn't respond, just closed his eyes obediently.
Jim took the moment to look over his face, completely unguarded, trusting. The silence stretched between them.
"Jim?"
"Yeah," he snapped out of it, "Here we go. Sit still." He upstopped the saline filled syringe and held the gauze under his eyebrow for when the solution trickled down. After cleaning the wound, he ripped open the two sealed packages he'd placed in his lap: one contained the swab with the alcohol on the end and the other the dermal analgesic. He leaned forward, entering McCoy's personal space again.
"So, what happened back there?"
"Will ya jus' lemme do it?" McCoy was deflecting. Jim would know.
The response was drawn out slowly, as the the younger man took care to sanitize the area around the gash and then applied the swab with the analgesic, "If you'd quit your bitchin', I'd be done already." He pulled back as he threw the swabs in the nearby trash can, "Jesus, Bones. You say I'm a shitty patient-"
"You are," the doctor interjected.
The grin spread across his face slowly as he leaned back into McCoy's personal space and began slowly stitching the skin back together. There'd be a scar, split through part of his eyebrow near the corner of his eye, but there wasn't much he could do. He was no doctor, just had way too much experience patching himself up.
"Why won't you tell me? You're not usually the one to throw down. Was that not you who set my broken finger three months ago, grumbling 'Fightin' is fuckin' stupid. You're gonna get your ass thrown outta here.'"
Jim cut the suture and McCoy opened his eyes. "Was that supposed to be me?"
Jim smirked and drew his eyebrows together, "Well, yeah. Stop deflecting. What happened?"
The older man didn't say anything, just stared across at Jim searching his face for something. Jim patiently stared back, his skin dancing under the scrutiny.
The doctor looked away first, "It was stupid. I shouldn't have let him get to me like that."
Jim grasped his friends right hand in both of his, knuckles up, and began cleaning the dried up blood and dirt off.
"What'd he say? What flapped the unflappab-"
"It was about you."
Jim's eyes snapped up, his work halted immediately. "Bones-"
"And, God help me, I'd do it again in a heartbeat," the doctor spat out, "That guy can go fuck himself. I don't care if he fucked you on a pool table in front of the whole goddamned academy, all the admirals, and their goddamned families, he had no right to-"
Jim tried to quickly wrap his mind around what his friend was ranting about before the realization hit him and he cut him off with a bark of laughter, "Bones, were you defending my honor?"
"Oh, fuck you, kid," McCoy swiped a hand to cuff the younger man upside the head, which Jim ducked and deftly clutched him behind his elbow, pulled him into his personal space and caught his mouth in an awkward kiss. Neither moved for a few seconds, just sitting their connected at the lips.
Jim pulled away, letting go of his friends arm, "Sorry 'bout that." He shrugged not feeling the least bit sorry, "Seemed like the thing to do."
McCoy shuddered, startled out of his shock and raised his hand to cup the underside of Jim's jaw, drawing him back in and whispered gruffly into his mouth, "Just shut up and kiss me."
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