Here Comes the Rumour Mill [Kirk/Bones - NC-17]
Title: Here Comes the Rumour Mill
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2,500
Summary: Bones hears an interesting rumour around campus regarding his name and what Jim's apparently been saying in bed.
A/N: Written for this prompt at the kink meme. alichay gets major snaps for loling at appropriate places and fixing grammatical thingies ♥ title from The Young Knives.
Leonard McCoy looked up in surprise as Jim rushed into their room, yelled “Hey, Bones, bye Bones!” rather breathlessly, grabbed a random book and rushed back out again.
He blinked and wondered whether that was a blush he’d seen tingeing Jim’s cheeks.
#
When he was walking to his first lecture of the day, McCoy passed a gaggle of first years sitting on the grass. One of them pointed discreetly at him and whispered something to her friend as he walked past.
He was ashamed to admit to himself that he was perturbed at the explosion of giggles that followed him across the quad.
#
It was around the time he’d ordered his third drink that he overheard Jim’s name being mentioned by the group of girls who were standing at the bar next to him. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, mind you; girls at the Academy tended to talk about James Tiberius Kirk rather a lot.
It didn’t stop Bones from being any less interested in his friend’s apparent sexual exploits. He leaned forward, straining to hear more and was rewarded with the end of a sentence.
“…and then Carol told Gillian, who told me!”
“And this is definitely Jim Kirk they’re talking about? The Jim Kirk. Jim ‘best night of my life’ Kirk?”
McCoy rolled his eyes to no one in particular at this last question. Sure, he’d heard enough about Jim’s sexual prowess to be the slightest bit curious. But this was ridiculous.
“Yeah, and the worst thing is, the name he said instead…was a guy’s name,” The girl continued in a barely contained voice, as if she was thriving on the gossip, “Louisa was horrified. Although I think she still asked if she could see him again afterwards.”
The girl leant back against the bar in satisfaction as she watched the expressions on her friends’ faces. McCoy had frozen, his mind too busy contemplating the possibilities of what she had said to notice one of the girls gesturing at him.
Until he heard his name.
“Isn’t that Kirk’s friend? McFly? McCoy? Something like that, what does Jim call him? Bones?”
He downed the rest of his drink and practically ran out of the bar, blinking in the bright sunshine outside. He hadn’t meant to leave until he was extremely inebriated and it was dark and Jim and that stupid rumour had to go ruin it.
#
It was only when he was almost back to their room that he entertained the idea that it could have been more than just a rumour. Jim Kirk calling out another man’s name in bed?
The idea made an unexpected stab of jealousy curl inside his gut and he promptly decided that he would go inside and track down that bottle of bourbon he had hidden away for special occasions.
As long as Jim wasn’t there, moaning some guy’s name in his sleep or something.
#
“Bones…Bones…Bones…wake up, Bones…get up you lazy fuck,” Jim was repeating, punctuating each word with a particularly vicious poke to his ribs.
“Mrrflnp, m’up,” he grumbled into his pillow, trying to ignore the way his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool and how Jim smelt fresh and citrusy from his shower.
“You’re gonna be late, shouldn’t be drinking nights before early lectures,” Jim said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “Come on man, you’re the one who taught me that.”
McCoy rolled out of bed, his eyes widening at the way Jim immediately stepped back and avoiding all eye contact, said, “right, so I’ll see you later Bones,” before power walking out of the room.
McCoy groaned. It was too early to deal with his psychotic roommate.
#
If McCoy had thought that things yesterday had been odd, that was nothing compared to the way some douche on a bike cycling past him winked at him and asked him, “How’s Jim, Bones? Know what I mean?”
He swore that the guy waggled his eyebrows at him.
Then when he was at the library searching for books that could help him to pass his exams in any way at all he passed another group of cadets, but these girls looked to be in the same year as Jim at least.
They were, of course, gossiping and he was pretty sure he could hear Jim’s name come up once or twice. He wasn’t planning to listen to any more of this nonsense; whatever this rumour was about it was clearly upsetting Jim, if his behaviour was any indication. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage something like that.
But it wasn’t like he could shut his ears or anything, so when one of the girls giggled loudly and said at an audible volume, “wasn’t it some guy’s name? That guy he has the nickname for, Bones?” he couldn’t help but hear it.
And that was also when he dropped the fucking huge book he’d lugged off the top shelf on his toes.
#
Alright, so apparently Jim had said his name in bed. That wasn’t a big deal, except that it really fucking was. What was worse was the way he felt a flush of arousal spread through his body whenever he thought of it. Whenever he pictured Jim fucking some faceless blonde, his eyelids heavy with lust and lips parted, panting his name, his name, into the girl’s ear.
Which was happening far too often for it to be healthy. McCoy found himself thinking about it as he watched Jim wander slowly around their room, shifting through the piles of clothes on the floor and eventually sitting huffily down on his bed.
And he was still avoiding eye contact, which really made a lot more sense now.
“You not going out tonight Jim?” he asked, watching in amusement as Jim’s eyes skittered quickly over his face before settling somewhere on the wall behind him. It was odd to finally have some power over him; Jim was usually the more confident, self-assured one but now, now McCoy had something to hold over him. To tease him with.
“Yeah…I dunno, I’ve got a test tomorrow,” Jim said shortly.
“Since when has that stopped you?” He asked, flopping casually down on the bed behind Jim, noting the way his spine stiffened at the proximity.
“Just wanna focus on work right now,” Jim mumbled, emphasising this statement by grabbing his folder and book from the floor.
McCoy found himself really rather loving this new easily-embarrassed Jim Kirk, who couldn’t look him in the eye because he had fantasized about Bones in bed. He lay back on the bed and took his hipflask out of his pocket, chucking it onto Jim’s lap. “Jeez, just relax would you, Jim? You’re making me nervous.”
“I’m relaxed, Bones, as you clearly are by the way you’re monopolising my bed,” Jim retorted, raising an eyebrow wryly and taking a swig from the hipflask. The kid was getting cocky again; that wouldn’t do.
He leant forward, using the hipflask as an excuse to lean over Jim and whisper hotly in his ear, “I’m sure I could think of something that’d relax you more.”
The flush creeping up Jim’s neck was worth the apprehension he felt at starting this and he let his hand linger over Jim’s as he pried the hipflask loose from his hand.
“Bones?” Jim asked uncertainly, and that right there, that wavering tone to his voice was enough to make him drop the hipflask on the bed and place his hands on the solid tableau of Jim’s shoulders.
“So I’ve been hearing an interesting rumour lately,” he said roughly, leaning forward to kiss the juncture where neck met shoulder. Jim shivered under his touch and McCoy could imagine his lips parting in surprise.
“I don’t know that there’s…anything interesting to be heard,” Jim said. His voice sounded too loud in the silence of their room and he half-turned towards Bones. “Bones, this isn’t…”
“Jim,” he replied, letting his hand trail softly down Jim’s arm, “Shut up, would you?” And he grabbed Jim’s chin with his other hand, turning his face towards him and simultaneously leant in to kiss him.
Jim’s mouth was supple and warm under his and he completely forgot what this should feel like, how this should be weird. He pulled back gently, looking straight into Jim’s eyes and he couldn’t help the smirk that slid into place at the wide-eyed eagerness he saw dancing in them.
“So I heard from someone who apparently heard from someone else that you said a guy’s name in bed…when you were with a girl,” he said softly, his voice attaining a husky quality from the arousal he felt welling up within him.
Jim attempted to roll his eyes whilst also retaining that suave, cocky demeanour Bones was accustomed to see him swaggering around with. The hesitant sweep his eyes made over Bones’ body sort of ruined the whole effect.
“You been thinking about some random guy, Jim?” he teased him, shuffling closer so he was kneeling directly behind Jim on the bed, so he was at just the right angle to lean down and breath hotly into his ear, “Someone other than me?”
He wanted to hear Jim say it. He wanted to hear the admission straight from Jim’s mouth that it was Bones he’d said, writhing in pleasure in the sweaty mess of someone else’s bed. At the thought of Jim with some faceless, nameless slut the growl escaped from low in his throat before he could help it, and Jim shuddered at the sound.
“No,” he muttered, then louder, “no it was you, always you. I couldn’t…think of anyone else,” The admission spilled from his lips like a fountain. “Anytime I was close, fucking someone I’d picked up in a bar all I could think of was you.”
Jim started to turn around, to face him but Bones got there first, biting down gently at Jim’s jaw line before meeting his lips, kissing him again but rougher, more possessive. “Glad to hear it,” he muttered against Jim’s lips and slid a hand up around his neck, pulling him ever closer.
Jim groaned somewhere into his mouth and sank into the kiss; Bones could feel his tongue skilfully navigating its way around his mouth. Of course, just ‘cause he’d managed to knock the cheeky bastard down a peg or two didn’t make it any less true that Jim T. Kirk was known for his proficiency in the bedroom.
“God, Jim, been thinking of this for so long and then I hear you’ve gone around moaning what I wanted to hear to other people,” Bones said, the frustration of the past day eking out of his system now.
“Wait, you knew?” Jim said in surprise, pulling away long enough to stare into Bones’ eyes, immediately seeing the amusement there. “You fucker.”
“That’s me,” Bones replied cheerfully, before dragging Jim down on top of him as he fell back onto the bed, “Now can we get onto the bit where you moan my name to the right person?”
Jim smirked down at him and quirked an eyebrow in a way that Bones couldn’t help but find deliciously sexy. That coupled with the nervous habit Jim had of licking his lower lip with a quick spit-wet flick of his tongue was making it hard for him to not just rut up shamelessly against the thigh Jim had thoughtfully provided between his legs.
“Look at you, Bones, so eager for it,” Jim said hoarsely, his pupils blown wide but the blue still crystal-fresh around them. “You’ve been wanting this since you heard that rumour, bet you were thinking about me with some girl, coming inside her with your name on my lips.”
His eyes fluttered shut and against his better judgement he found his fingers scrabbling at Jim’s jeans, undoing them with a fumbling tug and then he was wrapping his fingers around Jim’s cock and fuck, yes this was what he had been wanting. Jim letting out strangled gasps and his lips parted, drops of sweat tracking their way down his neck until they disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt, which really need to come off about right the fuck now.
“Shirt…off,” he managed to say, even as Jim practically tore it off and fell down against him, arms braced on either side, his chest hot against McCoy’s.
“Your turn,” Jim said breathlessly, tugging at the material of his shirt until he had to take his hand off Jim’s cock for the seconds it took to lift it over his head. So they were skin against skin, hands fumbling against each other and panting rough breaths against the sweat on their bodies.
“Fuck, Jim,” Bones moaned as Jim reached down between them to wrap skilled fingers around his cock, spreading precome down the length and pumping in time to the movement of their bodies against each other.
Then Jim was leaning down so his mouth was right next to his ear and moaning his name, sounding out of control and his voice husky with lust, “God, Bones, yes just like that…”
That was so much what he had wanted to hear ever since this stupid rumour had started getting to him that it sent him spiralling over the edge, coming hot and sticky between their bodies and gasping for breath as the hot twist of pleasure shot through him.
Jim kissed him as he frantically thrust down against him, still managing to do ridiculously skilful things with his tongue even as he lost all semblance of control elsewhere.
#
The next afternoon as Bones walked to his class, this time with the slightest of springs to his step, he passed the same group of girls he had yesterday and he slowed down, apprehension fogging the pleasure hanging over him from last night and this morning when he had woken up to Jim’s bedhead in his face and an arm slung over his waist.
“Yeah, and apparently he never called back, and she swears he said he’d ring by this morning.”
“Well, I don’t care, I would go through that if I could have one night with Jim Kirk,” someone replied and Bones almost choked on thin air.
“I heard he’s taken,” another girl said gloomily. “Sheila overheard him this morning in the cafeteria talking about finally saying the right name at the right time or something?”
Bones couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept across his face at that comment, choosing to accept it as the declaration of belonging it was, due to Jim’s extraordinary lack of ability to express deep emotion.
The next time some douche wolf-whistled as he walked past and yelled, “Kirk been moaning your name in his sleep again, eh?” Bones just waved cheerily and called back, “oh yes, several times, thanks for asking.”
~end.
PIMPING TIME; for anyone into RPF go boldly forth to the trek_rpf_kink meme :D
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2,500
Summary: Bones hears an interesting rumour around campus regarding his name and what Jim's apparently been saying in bed.
A/N: Written for this prompt at the kink meme. alichay gets major snaps for loling at appropriate places and fixing grammatical thingies ♥ title from The Young Knives.
Leonard McCoy looked up in surprise as Jim rushed into their room, yelled “Hey, Bones, bye Bones!” rather breathlessly, grabbed a random book and rushed back out again.
He blinked and wondered whether that was a blush he’d seen tingeing Jim’s cheeks.
#
When he was walking to his first lecture of the day, McCoy passed a gaggle of first years sitting on the grass. One of them pointed discreetly at him and whispered something to her friend as he walked past.
He was ashamed to admit to himself that he was perturbed at the explosion of giggles that followed him across the quad.
#
It was around the time he’d ordered his third drink that he overheard Jim’s name being mentioned by the group of girls who were standing at the bar next to him. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, mind you; girls at the Academy tended to talk about James Tiberius Kirk rather a lot.
It didn’t stop Bones from being any less interested in his friend’s apparent sexual exploits. He leaned forward, straining to hear more and was rewarded with the end of a sentence.
“…and then Carol told Gillian, who told me!”
“And this is definitely Jim Kirk they’re talking about? The Jim Kirk. Jim ‘best night of my life’ Kirk?”
McCoy rolled his eyes to no one in particular at this last question. Sure, he’d heard enough about Jim’s sexual prowess to be the slightest bit curious. But this was ridiculous.
“Yeah, and the worst thing is, the name he said instead…was a guy’s name,” The girl continued in a barely contained voice, as if she was thriving on the gossip, “Louisa was horrified. Although I think she still asked if she could see him again afterwards.”
The girl leant back against the bar in satisfaction as she watched the expressions on her friends’ faces. McCoy had frozen, his mind too busy contemplating the possibilities of what she had said to notice one of the girls gesturing at him.
Until he heard his name.
“Isn’t that Kirk’s friend? McFly? McCoy? Something like that, what does Jim call him? Bones?”
He downed the rest of his drink and practically ran out of the bar, blinking in the bright sunshine outside. He hadn’t meant to leave until he was extremely inebriated and it was dark and Jim and that stupid rumour had to go ruin it.
#
It was only when he was almost back to their room that he entertained the idea that it could have been more than just a rumour. Jim Kirk calling out another man’s name in bed?
The idea made an unexpected stab of jealousy curl inside his gut and he promptly decided that he would go inside and track down that bottle of bourbon he had hidden away for special occasions.
As long as Jim wasn’t there, moaning some guy’s name in his sleep or something.
#
“Bones…Bones…Bones…wake up, Bones…get up you lazy fuck,” Jim was repeating, punctuating each word with a particularly vicious poke to his ribs.
“Mrrflnp, m’up,” he grumbled into his pillow, trying to ignore the way his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool and how Jim smelt fresh and citrusy from his shower.
“You’re gonna be late, shouldn’t be drinking nights before early lectures,” Jim said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “Come on man, you’re the one who taught me that.”
McCoy rolled out of bed, his eyes widening at the way Jim immediately stepped back and avoiding all eye contact, said, “right, so I’ll see you later Bones,” before power walking out of the room.
McCoy groaned. It was too early to deal with his psychotic roommate.
#
If McCoy had thought that things yesterday had been odd, that was nothing compared to the way some douche on a bike cycling past him winked at him and asked him, “How’s Jim, Bones? Know what I mean?”
He swore that the guy waggled his eyebrows at him.
Then when he was at the library searching for books that could help him to pass his exams in any way at all he passed another group of cadets, but these girls looked to be in the same year as Jim at least.
They were, of course, gossiping and he was pretty sure he could hear Jim’s name come up once or twice. He wasn’t planning to listen to any more of this nonsense; whatever this rumour was about it was clearly upsetting Jim, if his behaviour was any indication. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage something like that.
But it wasn’t like he could shut his ears or anything, so when one of the girls giggled loudly and said at an audible volume, “wasn’t it some guy’s name? That guy he has the nickname for, Bones?” he couldn’t help but hear it.
And that was also when he dropped the fucking huge book he’d lugged off the top shelf on his toes.
#
Alright, so apparently Jim had said his name in bed. That wasn’t a big deal, except that it really fucking was. What was worse was the way he felt a flush of arousal spread through his body whenever he thought of it. Whenever he pictured Jim fucking some faceless blonde, his eyelids heavy with lust and lips parted, panting his name, his name, into the girl’s ear.
Which was happening far too often for it to be healthy. McCoy found himself thinking about it as he watched Jim wander slowly around their room, shifting through the piles of clothes on the floor and eventually sitting huffily down on his bed.
And he was still avoiding eye contact, which really made a lot more sense now.
“You not going out tonight Jim?” he asked, watching in amusement as Jim’s eyes skittered quickly over his face before settling somewhere on the wall behind him. It was odd to finally have some power over him; Jim was usually the more confident, self-assured one but now, now McCoy had something to hold over him. To tease him with.
“Yeah…I dunno, I’ve got a test tomorrow,” Jim said shortly.
“Since when has that stopped you?” He asked, flopping casually down on the bed behind Jim, noting the way his spine stiffened at the proximity.
“Just wanna focus on work right now,” Jim mumbled, emphasising this statement by grabbing his folder and book from the floor.
McCoy found himself really rather loving this new easily-embarrassed Jim Kirk, who couldn’t look him in the eye because he had fantasized about Bones in bed. He lay back on the bed and took his hipflask out of his pocket, chucking it onto Jim’s lap. “Jeez, just relax would you, Jim? You’re making me nervous.”
“I’m relaxed, Bones, as you clearly are by the way you’re monopolising my bed,” Jim retorted, raising an eyebrow wryly and taking a swig from the hipflask. The kid was getting cocky again; that wouldn’t do.
He leant forward, using the hipflask as an excuse to lean over Jim and whisper hotly in his ear, “I’m sure I could think of something that’d relax you more.”
The flush creeping up Jim’s neck was worth the apprehension he felt at starting this and he let his hand linger over Jim’s as he pried the hipflask loose from his hand.
“Bones?” Jim asked uncertainly, and that right there, that wavering tone to his voice was enough to make him drop the hipflask on the bed and place his hands on the solid tableau of Jim’s shoulders.
“So I’ve been hearing an interesting rumour lately,” he said roughly, leaning forward to kiss the juncture where neck met shoulder. Jim shivered under his touch and McCoy could imagine his lips parting in surprise.
“I don’t know that there’s…anything interesting to be heard,” Jim said. His voice sounded too loud in the silence of their room and he half-turned towards Bones. “Bones, this isn’t…”
“Jim,” he replied, letting his hand trail softly down Jim’s arm, “Shut up, would you?” And he grabbed Jim’s chin with his other hand, turning his face towards him and simultaneously leant in to kiss him.
Jim’s mouth was supple and warm under his and he completely forgot what this should feel like, how this should be weird. He pulled back gently, looking straight into Jim’s eyes and he couldn’t help the smirk that slid into place at the wide-eyed eagerness he saw dancing in them.
“So I heard from someone who apparently heard from someone else that you said a guy’s name in bed…when you were with a girl,” he said softly, his voice attaining a husky quality from the arousal he felt welling up within him.
Jim attempted to roll his eyes whilst also retaining that suave, cocky demeanour Bones was accustomed to see him swaggering around with. The hesitant sweep his eyes made over Bones’ body sort of ruined the whole effect.
“You been thinking about some random guy, Jim?” he teased him, shuffling closer so he was kneeling directly behind Jim on the bed, so he was at just the right angle to lean down and breath hotly into his ear, “Someone other than me?”
He wanted to hear Jim say it. He wanted to hear the admission straight from Jim’s mouth that it was Bones he’d said, writhing in pleasure in the sweaty mess of someone else’s bed. At the thought of Jim with some faceless, nameless slut the growl escaped from low in his throat before he could help it, and Jim shuddered at the sound.
“No,” he muttered, then louder, “no it was you, always you. I couldn’t…think of anyone else,” The admission spilled from his lips like a fountain. “Anytime I was close, fucking someone I’d picked up in a bar all I could think of was you.”
Jim started to turn around, to face him but Bones got there first, biting down gently at Jim’s jaw line before meeting his lips, kissing him again but rougher, more possessive. “Glad to hear it,” he muttered against Jim’s lips and slid a hand up around his neck, pulling him ever closer.
Jim groaned somewhere into his mouth and sank into the kiss; Bones could feel his tongue skilfully navigating its way around his mouth. Of course, just ‘cause he’d managed to knock the cheeky bastard down a peg or two didn’t make it any less true that Jim T. Kirk was known for his proficiency in the bedroom.
“God, Jim, been thinking of this for so long and then I hear you’ve gone around moaning what I wanted to hear to other people,” Bones said, the frustration of the past day eking out of his system now.
“Wait, you knew?” Jim said in surprise, pulling away long enough to stare into Bones’ eyes, immediately seeing the amusement there. “You fucker.”
“That’s me,” Bones replied cheerfully, before dragging Jim down on top of him as he fell back onto the bed, “Now can we get onto the bit where you moan my name to the right person?”
Jim smirked down at him and quirked an eyebrow in a way that Bones couldn’t help but find deliciously sexy. That coupled with the nervous habit Jim had of licking his lower lip with a quick spit-wet flick of his tongue was making it hard for him to not just rut up shamelessly against the thigh Jim had thoughtfully provided between his legs.
“Look at you, Bones, so eager for it,” Jim said hoarsely, his pupils blown wide but the blue still crystal-fresh around them. “You’ve been wanting this since you heard that rumour, bet you were thinking about me with some girl, coming inside her with your name on my lips.”
His eyes fluttered shut and against his better judgement he found his fingers scrabbling at Jim’s jeans, undoing them with a fumbling tug and then he was wrapping his fingers around Jim’s cock and fuck, yes this was what he had been wanting. Jim letting out strangled gasps and his lips parted, drops of sweat tracking their way down his neck until they disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt, which really need to come off about right the fuck now.
“Shirt…off,” he managed to say, even as Jim practically tore it off and fell down against him, arms braced on either side, his chest hot against McCoy’s.
“Your turn,” Jim said breathlessly, tugging at the material of his shirt until he had to take his hand off Jim’s cock for the seconds it took to lift it over his head. So they were skin against skin, hands fumbling against each other and panting rough breaths against the sweat on their bodies.
“Fuck, Jim,” Bones moaned as Jim reached down between them to wrap skilled fingers around his cock, spreading precome down the length and pumping in time to the movement of their bodies against each other.
Then Jim was leaning down so his mouth was right next to his ear and moaning his name, sounding out of control and his voice husky with lust, “God, Bones, yes just like that…”
That was so much what he had wanted to hear ever since this stupid rumour had started getting to him that it sent him spiralling over the edge, coming hot and sticky between their bodies and gasping for breath as the hot twist of pleasure shot through him.
Jim kissed him as he frantically thrust down against him, still managing to do ridiculously skilful things with his tongue even as he lost all semblance of control elsewhere.
#
The next afternoon as Bones walked to his class, this time with the slightest of springs to his step, he passed the same group of girls he had yesterday and he slowed down, apprehension fogging the pleasure hanging over him from last night and this morning when he had woken up to Jim’s bedhead in his face and an arm slung over his waist.
“Yeah, and apparently he never called back, and she swears he said he’d ring by this morning.”
“Well, I don’t care, I would go through that if I could have one night with Jim Kirk,” someone replied and Bones almost choked on thin air.
“I heard he’s taken,” another girl said gloomily. “Sheila overheard him this morning in the cafeteria talking about finally saying the right name at the right time or something?”
Bones couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept across his face at that comment, choosing to accept it as the declaration of belonging it was, due to Jim’s extraordinary lack of ability to express deep emotion.
The next time some douche wolf-whistled as he walked past and yelled, “Kirk been moaning your name in his sleep again, eh?” Bones just waved cheerily and called back, “oh yes, several times, thanks for asking.”
~end.
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