Fic: Better Than Any Crowd
Title: Better Than Any Crowd
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,048
Summary: Leonard hates crowds almost as much as he hates flying.
Note: For km_anthology. Prompt: accidental stimulation.
Leonard McCoy hated crowds almost as much as he hated flying. Almost.
He wasn’t sure, then, why he’d allowed Jim to drag him out here, to the opening of a new museum. He’d known there would be crowds involved. He should’ve told the kid to fuck off and left it at that.
As it was, he was here, surrounded by people on all sides as the crowd swayed forward and pushed back. He’d already almost been swept off his feet by the motion four times, and a fifth was probably coming soon if he couldn’t actually find where his feet were in time.
Leonard grimaced, doing what he did best when faced with this kind of situation. “Dammit, Jim!” he snarled at the younger man, who was currently pressed up against his front. “Any particular reason we just had to come out on opening day?”
“Well, yeah,” Jim replied, managing to sound even more remarkably juvenile than he normally did. “It just wouldn’t be the same the day after.”
Leonard was about to snap at him, and it would’ve been impressive even by his own standards. However, all of the words piling up on the tip of his tongue vanished when someone in front of them shifted, causing Jim’s ass to rub back against his crotch in all kinds of interesting ways.
This was exactly the last thing he needed. He was already in the middle of a goddamn crowd. He absolutely didn’t need a friction-induced hard-on to add to his troubles. Especially not with Jim pressed up against him.
Luckily for him, at that moment the doors opened and the crowd pressed forward and then dispersed around the museum. He breathed a sigh of relief; it was over and done with, and he’d never have to deal with that again.
~*~
“Jim,” Leonard muttered, trying to sound as dangerous as possible. “When you said there was a new club open, you neglected to mention that it was opening tonight.”
Jim looked like he would’ve turned around if not for the large crowd surrounding them. “You know, what is it with you and opening nights? What’d one ever do to you?”
“I could ask you the same question. Why on earth do you like them so fucking much? Or is it just that you live to torment me?”
“I do live to torment you, but that’s beside the point.”
Again, Leonard was driven speechless, this time by someone knocking into him from behind and shoving him into Jim. He closed his eyes, focusing as hard as he could on gruesome surgeries and that one time he’d walked in on his mother in the shower. It seemed to work for now; his cock stopped twitching interestedly and he relaxed, relieved that he wouldn’t have to live through that awkward moment.
Except that in the next moment someone shoved Jim backward into him and all the work he’d put into willing his erection down proved useless. His eyes closed with a hiss he hoped was inaudible as he prayed to any deity who cared to listen that Jim wouldn’t notice--
Jim found a way to turn around, scanning the crowd before dragging Leonard out of it. “What are you doing?” Leonard asked, completely confused. “The club you were looking to get into is that way. You know, where the crowd is thicker?”
“I know,” Jim replied. “But we don’t need to get in there anymore.”
“And why not?” Leonard asked before hissing as one of Jim’s hands rubbed at the bulge in his pants.
“Because the whole point of getting into the club was to try and get in your pants,” came the answer.
Leonard pulled away. “And who said you were getting in my pants?”
“Well, nobody, yet. But I live in hope.”
With each passing moment the hope evident on Jim’s face dimmed further and further, replaced by dejection. Leonard couldn’t say no; not when what Jim was offering was something he’d wanted for a long time now and not when it seemed like Jim actually wanted it too. “Next time,” he began, stepping closer, “if you’re trying to seduce me don’t go for shoving me into the middle of a crowd.”
“Why? You can’t say it didn’t work,” Jim replied, also stepping closer.
“Because I fucking hate crowds,” Leonard responded, kissing him soundly before he could say another word. “Now let’s get out of here.”
~*~
They barely made it back to Leonard’s dorm room before attacking each other, peeling shirts off and mouthing at necks. Leonard delighted in discovering that Jim melted against him when he sucked gently on his earlobe, doing it again and again before shoving him back onto the bed. Jim tugged him down as well, legs wrapping around him and fingers tweaking at his nipples, drawing a low groan from his lips.
Later there would be time for slow explorations and finding all the places that made Jim writhe with need. Now there was already more than enough need between them, having built up steadily through all the times Jim had dragged him into various crowds, and Leonard barely managed to pause long enough to remove both their pants and underwear.
Jim wrapped his legs around Leonard’s hips again and bucked up and Leonard was lost, sucking and nipping his way along Jim’s collarbone as he ground down, pressing their cocks together in a friction that was so much better than what any crowd could’ve helped them obtain because it was them, just them and the closeness they were sharing.
It wasn’t long at all before Jim was bucking beneath him, coming hard and bringing Leonard over the edge with him. “Fuck,” Leonard murmured, collapsing on top of him.
“Yeah,” Jim panted. “Don’t think I’ve come that quickly since I was fourteen.”
Leonard chuckled before getting up, returning with a warm, damp cloth to clean them both. “Careful, now; you’ll make me feel special or something.”
“You are special,” Jim mumbled. “No fuckin’ way I’d voluntarily go to all those events where crowds were sure to be for anyone else. Mind, I don’t hate ‘em as much as you do, but--”
Leonard decided then and there that kissing Jim was definitely the best way to shut him up.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,048
Summary: Leonard hates crowds almost as much as he hates flying.
Note: For km_anthology. Prompt: accidental stimulation.
Leonard McCoy hated crowds almost as much as he hated flying. Almost.
He wasn’t sure, then, why he’d allowed Jim to drag him out here, to the opening of a new museum. He’d known there would be crowds involved. He should’ve told the kid to fuck off and left it at that.
As it was, he was here, surrounded by people on all sides as the crowd swayed forward and pushed back. He’d already almost been swept off his feet by the motion four times, and a fifth was probably coming soon if he couldn’t actually find where his feet were in time.
Leonard grimaced, doing what he did best when faced with this kind of situation. “Dammit, Jim!” he snarled at the younger man, who was currently pressed up against his front. “Any particular reason we just had to come out on opening day?”
“Well, yeah,” Jim replied, managing to sound even more remarkably juvenile than he normally did. “It just wouldn’t be the same the day after.”
Leonard was about to snap at him, and it would’ve been impressive even by his own standards. However, all of the words piling up on the tip of his tongue vanished when someone in front of them shifted, causing Jim’s ass to rub back against his crotch in all kinds of interesting ways.
This was exactly the last thing he needed. He was already in the middle of a goddamn crowd. He absolutely didn’t need a friction-induced hard-on to add to his troubles. Especially not with Jim pressed up against him.
Luckily for him, at that moment the doors opened and the crowd pressed forward and then dispersed around the museum. He breathed a sigh of relief; it was over and done with, and he’d never have to deal with that again.
~*~
“Jim,” Leonard muttered, trying to sound as dangerous as possible. “When you said there was a new club open, you neglected to mention that it was opening tonight.”
Jim looked like he would’ve turned around if not for the large crowd surrounding them. “You know, what is it with you and opening nights? What’d one ever do to you?”
“I could ask you the same question. Why on earth do you like them so fucking much? Or is it just that you live to torment me?”
“I do live to torment you, but that’s beside the point.”
Again, Leonard was driven speechless, this time by someone knocking into him from behind and shoving him into Jim. He closed his eyes, focusing as hard as he could on gruesome surgeries and that one time he’d walked in on his mother in the shower. It seemed to work for now; his cock stopped twitching interestedly and he relaxed, relieved that he wouldn’t have to live through that awkward moment.
Except that in the next moment someone shoved Jim backward into him and all the work he’d put into willing his erection down proved useless. His eyes closed with a hiss he hoped was inaudible as he prayed to any deity who cared to listen that Jim wouldn’t notice--
Jim found a way to turn around, scanning the crowd before dragging Leonard out of it. “What are you doing?” Leonard asked, completely confused. “The club you were looking to get into is that way. You know, where the crowd is thicker?”
“I know,” Jim replied. “But we don’t need to get in there anymore.”
“And why not?” Leonard asked before hissing as one of Jim’s hands rubbed at the bulge in his pants.
“Because the whole point of getting into the club was to try and get in your pants,” came the answer.
Leonard pulled away. “And who said you were getting in my pants?”
“Well, nobody, yet. But I live in hope.”
With each passing moment the hope evident on Jim’s face dimmed further and further, replaced by dejection. Leonard couldn’t say no; not when what Jim was offering was something he’d wanted for a long time now and not when it seemed like Jim actually wanted it too. “Next time,” he began, stepping closer, “if you’re trying to seduce me don’t go for shoving me into the middle of a crowd.”
“Why? You can’t say it didn’t work,” Jim replied, also stepping closer.
“Because I fucking hate crowds,” Leonard responded, kissing him soundly before he could say another word. “Now let’s get out of here.”
~*~
They barely made it back to Leonard’s dorm room before attacking each other, peeling shirts off and mouthing at necks. Leonard delighted in discovering that Jim melted against him when he sucked gently on his earlobe, doing it again and again before shoving him back onto the bed. Jim tugged him down as well, legs wrapping around him and fingers tweaking at his nipples, drawing a low groan from his lips.
Later there would be time for slow explorations and finding all the places that made Jim writhe with need. Now there was already more than enough need between them, having built up steadily through all the times Jim had dragged him into various crowds, and Leonard barely managed to pause long enough to remove both their pants and underwear.
Jim wrapped his legs around Leonard’s hips again and bucked up and Leonard was lost, sucking and nipping his way along Jim’s collarbone as he ground down, pressing their cocks together in a friction that was so much better than what any crowd could’ve helped them obtain because it was them, just them and the closeness they were sharing.
It wasn’t long at all before Jim was bucking beneath him, coming hard and bringing Leonard over the edge with him. “Fuck,” Leonard murmured, collapsing on top of him.
“Yeah,” Jim panted. “Don’t think I’ve come that quickly since I was fourteen.”
Leonard chuckled before getting up, returning with a warm, damp cloth to clean them both. “Careful, now; you’ll make me feel special or something.”
“You are special,” Jim mumbled. “No fuckin’ way I’d voluntarily go to all those events where crowds were sure to be for anyone else. Mind, I don’t hate ‘em as much as you do, but--”
Leonard decided then and there that kissing Jim was definitely the best way to shut him up.