Star Trek kink meme fill
Title: An Ideal World
Summary: this prompt.
In an ideal world, it would be nothing like this.
McCoy was sixteen when he lost his virginity - to the daughter of one of his mother's friends. They did it in her bedroom with the sun beating mercilessly down on the roof and a light breeze swirling in the open window. It wasn't the best experience of his life, but it ranks up there. Even today he can remember the smell of her shampoo and the pattern on her sheets. It was a unique experience; it was special.
If McCoy were a better man, he'd make them wait. They have shore leave in a few weeks; they could do it then. Maybe they could go drinking first, not to get drunk but just to get them loose-limbed and comfortable in their own skin. Someplace quiet when they can sit in a shadowed corner and talk in murmurs. And then McCoy would take him someplace nice, somewhere far from the rest of the crew, where it's just the two of them. Somewhere special.
But McCoy isn't a better man. So when Pavel curls up at his side and asks, "Can we do it soon? Please?" McCoy finds it really godammed difficult to say no. He puts up token protests, asks if Pavel doesn't want to make it special but Pavel just smiles and says that it will be special anyway, because it will be with McCoy. And maybe his heart melts at that, just a little, and his defenses crumble just that tiny bit more, but who could blame him? He gives it one last go anyway, and soft-voiced and red-faced he tells Pavel about how he pictured their first time together, how he pictured Pavel's first time ever.
He tries really hard to not look at Pavel when he says it because it's pretty much the sappiest, most stupid thing in the world. But once the words have left his mouth, his eyes flick up to see how Pavel reacts. He isn't disappointed; Pavel looks like McCoy just handed him the world. And just when he thought he couldn't love this kid more, Pavel gets this look on his face. It's soft and sweet and loving and all-over adult. It's easy to forget sometimes that the kid lived through the Narada incident with the rest of them and came out scarred and traumatised with the best of them. So maybe he is seventeen and has the face of an innocent; he's also brilliant and self-aware and most importantly, he's an adult in everything but age.
So when Pavel reaches out to place a hand on his knee and looks him in the eye, McCoy listens. And when Pavel asks that they do it soon - tonight or whenever - McCoy agrees. Because in the end he's still a mere mortal, slave to his wants and needs.
He never claimed to be a goddamn saint, either.
xxxxXXxxxx
He goes gently, knowing the extent of Pavel's sexual experience is hand jobs and blow jobs and the one time he got curious enough to stick his own fingers up his ass. They're in McCoy's quarters with the door locked to everyone but the captain (and he knows better to interrupt, the only time McCoy's door isn't open to him is when McCoy wants privacy - this is the first time McCoy's used this facet of their friendship). It's not perfect or special in any way but they're together so that has to count for something.
Before long McCoy has Pavel spread out over his bed, all pale skin and lean muscle. He starts simply, just one finger, slick with copious amounts of lube. He has Pavel underneath him, on his back so that he can watch Pavel's face as he pushes past muscle into tight heat. There's no discomfort or pain on Pavel's face so McCoy allows himself to relax slightly and admit that maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all. Then he slides another finger in and Pavel makes this amazing, happy little moan and there's no point trying to deny it.
This is a fantastic idea.
Three fingers now and still no pain. Pavel's moans are steadily growing louder and his cheeks are flushed and McCoy is so turned on, it isn't funny. He rotates his wrist slightly and crooks his index finger.
There.
Pavel's back arches off the sheets, only a few centimetres but enough to be noticeable. He falls back on them with his face slack with pleasure, watching McCoy with hooded eyes. I'm ready his entire body seems to say, but he asks, just to make sure.
"Ready, darling?" The endearment slips out without thinking, along with a hint of the drawl he works to suppress. But it makes Pavel smile so it can't be all bad. Pavel nods in response, then says yes to make it final and his voice cracks in the middle of the word. It's the most wonderful thing McCoy's ever heard and right now Pavel is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, even better than red sunrises and sunsets and the ocean stretching out to the horizon, glistening in the sunlight.
xxxxXXxxxx
Weeks later they do as McCoy wanted. They walk away from the rest of the crew for a few hours, disappearing into the throng of civilians. McCoy finds them a quiet bar, far from the bustle and excitement of the city center. They drink and talk of things unrelated to the job; they talk of the places they considered home before Jim Kirk and the Enterprise found their way into their hearts and settled in for life. And once they're lightly buzzed enough not to care about anything they head out onto the fields and do it right there, under the smiling light of the moon. It's special and finally McCoy is truly content.
Summary: this prompt.
In an ideal world, it would be nothing like this.
McCoy was sixteen when he lost his virginity - to the daughter of one of his mother's friends. They did it in her bedroom with the sun beating mercilessly down on the roof and a light breeze swirling in the open window. It wasn't the best experience of his life, but it ranks up there. Even today he can remember the smell of her shampoo and the pattern on her sheets. It was a unique experience; it was special.
If McCoy were a better man, he'd make them wait. They have shore leave in a few weeks; they could do it then. Maybe they could go drinking first, not to get drunk but just to get them loose-limbed and comfortable in their own skin. Someplace quiet when they can sit in a shadowed corner and talk in murmurs. And then McCoy would take him someplace nice, somewhere far from the rest of the crew, where it's just the two of them. Somewhere special.
But McCoy isn't a better man. So when Pavel curls up at his side and asks, "Can we do it soon? Please?" McCoy finds it really godammed difficult to say no. He puts up token protests, asks if Pavel doesn't want to make it special but Pavel just smiles and says that it will be special anyway, because it will be with McCoy. And maybe his heart melts at that, just a little, and his defenses crumble just that tiny bit more, but who could blame him? He gives it one last go anyway, and soft-voiced and red-faced he tells Pavel about how he pictured their first time together, how he pictured Pavel's first time ever.
He tries really hard to not look at Pavel when he says it because it's pretty much the sappiest, most stupid thing in the world. But once the words have left his mouth, his eyes flick up to see how Pavel reacts. He isn't disappointed; Pavel looks like McCoy just handed him the world. And just when he thought he couldn't love this kid more, Pavel gets this look on his face. It's soft and sweet and loving and all-over adult. It's easy to forget sometimes that the kid lived through the Narada incident with the rest of them and came out scarred and traumatised with the best of them. So maybe he is seventeen and has the face of an innocent; he's also brilliant and self-aware and most importantly, he's an adult in everything but age.
So when Pavel reaches out to place a hand on his knee and looks him in the eye, McCoy listens. And when Pavel asks that they do it soon - tonight or whenever - McCoy agrees. Because in the end he's still a mere mortal, slave to his wants and needs.
He never claimed to be a goddamn saint, either.
xxxxXXxxxx
He goes gently, knowing the extent of Pavel's sexual experience is hand jobs and blow jobs and the one time he got curious enough to stick his own fingers up his ass. They're in McCoy's quarters with the door locked to everyone but the captain (and he knows better to interrupt, the only time McCoy's door isn't open to him is when McCoy wants privacy - this is the first time McCoy's used this facet of their friendship). It's not perfect or special in any way but they're together so that has to count for something.
Before long McCoy has Pavel spread out over his bed, all pale skin and lean muscle. He starts simply, just one finger, slick with copious amounts of lube. He has Pavel underneath him, on his back so that he can watch Pavel's face as he pushes past muscle into tight heat. There's no discomfort or pain on Pavel's face so McCoy allows himself to relax slightly and admit that maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all. Then he slides another finger in and Pavel makes this amazing, happy little moan and there's no point trying to deny it.
This is a fantastic idea.
Three fingers now and still no pain. Pavel's moans are steadily growing louder and his cheeks are flushed and McCoy is so turned on, it isn't funny. He rotates his wrist slightly and crooks his index finger.
There.
Pavel's back arches off the sheets, only a few centimetres but enough to be noticeable. He falls back on them with his face slack with pleasure, watching McCoy with hooded eyes. I'm ready his entire body seems to say, but he asks, just to make sure.
"Ready, darling?" The endearment slips out without thinking, along with a hint of the drawl he works to suppress. But it makes Pavel smile so it can't be all bad. Pavel nods in response, then says yes to make it final and his voice cracks in the middle of the word. It's the most wonderful thing McCoy's ever heard and right now Pavel is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, even better than red sunrises and sunsets and the ocean stretching out to the horizon, glistening in the sunlight.
xxxxXXxxxx
Weeks later they do as McCoy wanted. They walk away from the rest of the crew for a few hours, disappearing into the throng of civilians. McCoy finds them a quiet bar, far from the bustle and excitement of the city center. They drink and talk of things unrelated to the job; they talk of the places they considered home before Jim Kirk and the Enterprise found their way into their hearts and settled in for life. And once they're lightly buzzed enough not to care about anything they head out onto the fields and do it right there, under the smiling light of the moon. It's special and finally McCoy is truly content.