FIC: Star Trek 2009: McCoy/Kirk - Doctors Do It (Best) 1/1 (PG-13)
Title:Doctors Do It (Best)
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk pre-slash
Rating:PG-13
Summary: Bones needs to do laundry. Jim sees something he hadn't expected to see.
Notes: Based upon this prompt at st_xi_kink.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of these characters. I simply dabble in this toybox.
Jim hit the buzzer on Bones' door for the third time. When no-one came to answer it, he quickly looked around the hallway for anyone watching, and hastily pulled off the outer casing of the passcode's pad.
Bypassing the numeric password, he grinned in accomplishment as the door swished open, put the electronics back together with a quick snap and made his way in, pressing the button to shut the door once inside.
"Bones? Are you avoiding me or something?" he asked, looking around the tiny, and seemingly empty, apartment. It looked like Bones wasn't here at all. He frowned in disappointment, and parked himself on Bones' rumpled bed.
Odd. Normally he was too anal to leave the room without first making the bed.
Then the bathroom door opened and Jim perked up.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bones asked. His words were grouchy, but his tone was, well. Grouchy. But more like a two on the Bones Scale of Grouchiness.
"Bones, what are you wearing?" Jim asked after a moment, holding in a guffaw. Bones was in his boxers, and his hair was wet and still trickling water down the side of his face, and while that was kind of hot in a way that Jim wasn't looking to examine at the moment, he was too hung up on the tee shirt Bones had on to even be thinking about it.
"'Doctors do it with injections'?" he asked dumbly.
"It's my last shirt," he said with a frown, making his 'I'm raising my eyebrow because I think you're being childish' face.
Jim had a whole system for when it came to Bones' facial expressions and tones of voice. Among other things.
"So, all those hyposprays? Is that like foreplay for you?"
"Fuck you," Bones scowled. Really, it shouldn't look so good on him. Really. But the shirt was just a bit too tight, stretched across his broad shoulders, and clinging to his still damp skin in a way that left Jim's mouth dry.
"Hey, well, if it's laundry day for you, I'll just go then," Jim said after a moment of silence.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"You have fun!" he called out as he left the apartment as quickly as he could without drawing attention to the speed.
He didn't notice the amused smirk adorning Bones' face as he retreated.
That was probably for the best, because that would have brought Bones up to a nine on the How Hot Is Bones Right Now scale, and getting an erection over his best friend's freshly showered body would be a little difficult to explain.
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk pre-slash
Rating:PG-13
Summary: Bones needs to do laundry. Jim sees something he hadn't expected to see.
Notes: Based upon this prompt at st_xi_kink.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of these characters. I simply dabble in this toybox.
Jim hit the buzzer on Bones' door for the third time. When no-one came to answer it, he quickly looked around the hallway for anyone watching, and hastily pulled off the outer casing of the passcode's pad.
Bypassing the numeric password, he grinned in accomplishment as the door swished open, put the electronics back together with a quick snap and made his way in, pressing the button to shut the door once inside.
"Bones? Are you avoiding me or something?" he asked, looking around the tiny, and seemingly empty, apartment. It looked like Bones wasn't here at all. He frowned in disappointment, and parked himself on Bones' rumpled bed.
Odd. Normally he was too anal to leave the room without first making the bed.
Then the bathroom door opened and Jim perked up.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bones asked. His words were grouchy, but his tone was, well. Grouchy. But more like a two on the Bones Scale of Grouchiness.
"Bones, what are you wearing?" Jim asked after a moment, holding in a guffaw. Bones was in his boxers, and his hair was wet and still trickling water down the side of his face, and while that was kind of hot in a way that Jim wasn't looking to examine at the moment, he was too hung up on the tee shirt Bones had on to even be thinking about it.
"'Doctors do it with injections'?" he asked dumbly.
"It's my last shirt," he said with a frown, making his 'I'm raising my eyebrow because I think you're being childish' face.
Jim had a whole system for when it came to Bones' facial expressions and tones of voice. Among other things.
"So, all those hyposprays? Is that like foreplay for you?"
"Fuck you," Bones scowled. Really, it shouldn't look so good on him. Really. But the shirt was just a bit too tight, stretched across his broad shoulders, and clinging to his still damp skin in a way that left Jim's mouth dry.
"Hey, well, if it's laundry day for you, I'll just go then," Jim said after a moment of silence.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"You have fun!" he called out as he left the apartment as quickly as he could without drawing attention to the speed.
He didn't notice the amused smirk adorning Bones' face as he retreated.
That was probably for the best, because that would have brought Bones up to a nine on the How Hot Is Bones Right Now scale, and getting an erection over his best friend's freshly showered body would be a little difficult to explain.