[FANFIC] Lie Back and Think of Starfleet--K/B--Star Trek
Fandom: Star Trek
Title: Lie back and think of Starfleet
Pairing: Bones/Kirk
Rating: R in this part (for implicit sex)
Summary: Written for this prompt at the kink meme (part 6 *le gasp*):" 5 times Jim Kirk laid back and thought of Starfleet and one time he didn't. "
Warnings: This first chapter turned out much more rough, dark and heavy than I'd intended...some subsequent pieces may probably be more humorous. But for this chapter, there is rough dub-con (if that's what you can call it) on a freezing ice-planet.
1.
It was a diplomatic mission. And diplomacy required, if not amity (because there was no way Jim was going to like these people after this) at least respect on both sides. And starfleet regulation stated that, when negotiating, the involved fleet officer was required to do whatever s/he had to to best integrate her/himself into the culture of the other party. When In rome, do as the romans do and all that.
That wasn't the only old terran maxim that applied to this situation, but since there were no longer any political boundaries on Earth, Jim thought caustically that it was more appropriate to use 'Lie back and think of Starfleet' rather than 'England'. Either way, he needed a mantra.
Jim was on his hands and knees, the sting of the freezing floor against his bare skin only augmented by each thrust that slammed into him from behind. His elbows shook slightly. Lie back and think of starfleet. Jim would be bloody and more than a little frostbitten when he got back to the Enterprise. Bones would yell at him. When had the idea of Bones' yelling become comforting? Jim winced and groaned as a particularly hard thrust slid him forward across the icy slick floor.
Jim gagged, his breath hitching painfully. Lie back and think of starfleet! When he managed to suck air back into his lungs, his throat burned with the cold.
Damn it. He was the captain. He was tough. He would not whine or complain, he was okay. It didn't matter that he didn't know how long his arms would hold him up; his knees must be fine, although he couldn't feel them through the chill. He was really alright. His breath was still coming; he could see the small puffs of steam even with his quickly blurring vision.
He was fine. Lie back and think of Starfleet.
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Jim woke in med-bay, his fingers wrapped in soft thermoelectric mittens, and a concerned Bones at his side almost the instant his eyes fluttered open.
Jim tried to speak, but his voice wouldn't seem to work without an immense effort that Jim guessed he wouldn't be able to muster at the moment. He could taste blood as the cracks in his chapped lips reopened.
"Shh. Don't say anything." Bones ran his ever-present tri-corder over Jim's throat, and then seemed to relax. "Damn it, Jim! You idiot! When they dragged you in here, you had severe frostbite and cold burns, with about a thousand contusions on the side and enough lost blood that you needed a minor transfusion! I didn't know if could save your fingers this time, let alone your trachea! You can't just go drinking liquid nitrogen!"
Jim wanted to smile, but his lips hurt. He must be fine, he decided. Bones was always all grim, attentive care until he was sure Jim would be okay.
"I didn't drink liquid nitrogen." Jim croaked. Bones snorted, and Jim couldn't stop his grin this time.
"Yeah, but what you did was damn near as stupid. You just don't agree to shit like that, you hear me?" Bones was suddenly very serious, and Jim wished there wasn't that twinge of pained worry in the CMO's voice. It made him feel guilty. "Hell, if you're too damn set on being a martyr to refuse by yourself, call me. I may be a doctor, but I can still kick some asses from here to the next millenium if it means saving you from your own idiocy." Bones growled, almost feral. Jim coughed in embarrassement, noting the various medical staff who had stopped what they were doing to listen. A couple of nurses were looking questioningly at Jim and Bones, obviously wondering what could have caused their usually clinically composed CMO to lose his cool.
"It was 'fleet regulation, Bones. Besides, it just goes to show that I'm really ho-well, cool is probably more appropriate here-" And Jim had to pause to cough again. Bones' fingers hovered nervously over him as he buried his mouth in his elbow to dampen the noise. "I mean. Every species loves my ass." Bones snorted in exhasperation, but Jim could see the relief in the CMO's eyes at Jim's apparent lack of trauma.
"No, every species loves to beat your ass, and then you're dumped, again on said ass, back here for me to patch up. It's getting old, Jim." But despite the words, there was mirth in Bones' eyes. Jim flashed his friend his best unrepentant grin. Then he remembered exactly why he was here.
"Wait! How'd the negotiations go?" Jim choked out, trying to sit up in the bed. Bones pushed him back down, his face contorting into a look of disgust and vengefulness.
"Never mind the negotiations. I could give a fuck about those sick-"
"Bones. Please." The CMO winced at the crack in Jim's voice, and gave in.
"The talks went fine, thanks to you. The whole damn ice cube of a planet is fast on its way to being part of the Federation, though why the 'fleet would even want those frozen, cock-sucking bastards is a mytsery to me." Jim winced slightly at the words, and the memory they sparked. Bones eyes widened with guilt, and then the CMO turned hurriedly to fiddle with the i.v. drip connected to Jim's arm, his shoulders tense, obviously cursing himself inwardly.
Jim reached out a weak, gloved hand, and grasped at Bones' shoulder. Slowly, his friend turned to face Jim, determinedly avoiding eye contact.
"Bones." Jim croaked, keeping his gaze focused earnestly on the CMO's face. "Bones, thank you. For always patching me back up. And for caring enough about me to get so pissed."
Bones' expression morphed into one of frustrated affection, and he reached down to pull Jim into a tight hug.
"Of course I fucking care." The CMO whispered into Jim's hair. "I'm a doctor, not a heartless robot. And I'm your friend." Jim relaxed into the touch, feeling his lips curl up into a tired smile that contained, for once, not even a hint on smugness. Bones' embrace was warm and comforting, and Jim could no longer feel even the memory of ice and feezing pain. He was safe now.
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END Part 1
A/N: Um. I spell and grammar checked the latter half of this, but not the first. I'll probably go back over it at some point. For now, sleeping time
And it's way darker than i'd intended. D: poor Jim, why do we beat him so?.
On another note though....<3 it's my beginning of Kirk/Bones! (I think my otp may be shifting...O CRAP):
Title: Lie back and think of Starfleet
Pairing: Bones/Kirk
Rating: R in this part (for implicit sex)
Summary: Written for this prompt at the kink meme (part 6 *le gasp*):" 5 times Jim Kirk laid back and thought of Starfleet and one time he didn't. "
Warnings: This first chapter turned out much more rough, dark and heavy than I'd intended...some subsequent pieces may probably be more humorous. But for this chapter, there is rough dub-con (if that's what you can call it) on a freezing ice-planet.
1.
It was a diplomatic mission. And diplomacy required, if not amity (because there was no way Jim was going to like these people after this) at least respect on both sides. And starfleet regulation stated that, when negotiating, the involved fleet officer was required to do whatever s/he had to to best integrate her/himself into the culture of the other party. When In rome, do as the romans do and all that.
That wasn't the only old terran maxim that applied to this situation, but since there were no longer any political boundaries on Earth, Jim thought caustically that it was more appropriate to use 'Lie back and think of Starfleet' rather than 'England'. Either way, he needed a mantra.
Jim was on his hands and knees, the sting of the freezing floor against his bare skin only augmented by each thrust that slammed into him from behind. His elbows shook slightly. Lie back and think of starfleet. Jim would be bloody and more than a little frostbitten when he got back to the Enterprise. Bones would yell at him. When had the idea of Bones' yelling become comforting? Jim winced and groaned as a particularly hard thrust slid him forward across the icy slick floor.
Jim gagged, his breath hitching painfully. Lie back and think of starfleet! When he managed to suck air back into his lungs, his throat burned with the cold.
Damn it. He was the captain. He was tough. He would not whine or complain, he was okay. It didn't matter that he didn't know how long his arms would hold him up; his knees must be fine, although he couldn't feel them through the chill. He was really alright. His breath was still coming; he could see the small puffs of steam even with his quickly blurring vision.
He was fine. Lie back and think of Starfleet.
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Jim woke in med-bay, his fingers wrapped in soft thermoelectric mittens, and a concerned Bones at his side almost the instant his eyes fluttered open.
Jim tried to speak, but his voice wouldn't seem to work without an immense effort that Jim guessed he wouldn't be able to muster at the moment. He could taste blood as the cracks in his chapped lips reopened.
"Shh. Don't say anything." Bones ran his ever-present tri-corder over Jim's throat, and then seemed to relax. "Damn it, Jim! You idiot! When they dragged you in here, you had severe frostbite and cold burns, with about a thousand contusions on the side and enough lost blood that you needed a minor transfusion! I didn't know if could save your fingers this time, let alone your trachea! You can't just go drinking liquid nitrogen!"
Jim wanted to smile, but his lips hurt. He must be fine, he decided. Bones was always all grim, attentive care until he was sure Jim would be okay.
"I didn't drink liquid nitrogen." Jim croaked. Bones snorted, and Jim couldn't stop his grin this time.
"Yeah, but what you did was damn near as stupid. You just don't agree to shit like that, you hear me?" Bones was suddenly very serious, and Jim wished there wasn't that twinge of pained worry in the CMO's voice. It made him feel guilty. "Hell, if you're too damn set on being a martyr to refuse by yourself, call me. I may be a doctor, but I can still kick some asses from here to the next millenium if it means saving you from your own idiocy." Bones growled, almost feral. Jim coughed in embarrassement, noting the various medical staff who had stopped what they were doing to listen. A couple of nurses were looking questioningly at Jim and Bones, obviously wondering what could have caused their usually clinically composed CMO to lose his cool.
"It was 'fleet regulation, Bones. Besides, it just goes to show that I'm really ho-well, cool is probably more appropriate here-" And Jim had to pause to cough again. Bones' fingers hovered nervously over him as he buried his mouth in his elbow to dampen the noise. "I mean. Every species loves my ass." Bones snorted in exhasperation, but Jim could see the relief in the CMO's eyes at Jim's apparent lack of trauma.
"No, every species loves to beat your ass, and then you're dumped, again on said ass, back here for me to patch up. It's getting old, Jim." But despite the words, there was mirth in Bones' eyes. Jim flashed his friend his best unrepentant grin. Then he remembered exactly why he was here.
"Wait! How'd the negotiations go?" Jim choked out, trying to sit up in the bed. Bones pushed him back down, his face contorting into a look of disgust and vengefulness.
"Never mind the negotiations. I could give a fuck about those sick-"
"Bones. Please." The CMO winced at the crack in Jim's voice, and gave in.
"The talks went fine, thanks to you. The whole damn ice cube of a planet is fast on its way to being part of the Federation, though why the 'fleet would even want those frozen, cock-sucking bastards is a mytsery to me." Jim winced slightly at the words, and the memory they sparked. Bones eyes widened with guilt, and then the CMO turned hurriedly to fiddle with the i.v. drip connected to Jim's arm, his shoulders tense, obviously cursing himself inwardly.
Jim reached out a weak, gloved hand, and grasped at Bones' shoulder. Slowly, his friend turned to face Jim, determinedly avoiding eye contact.
"Bones." Jim croaked, keeping his gaze focused earnestly on the CMO's face. "Bones, thank you. For always patching me back up. And for caring enough about me to get so pissed."
Bones' expression morphed into one of frustrated affection, and he reached down to pull Jim into a tight hug.
"Of course I fucking care." The CMO whispered into Jim's hair. "I'm a doctor, not a heartless robot. And I'm your friend." Jim relaxed into the touch, feeling his lips curl up into a tired smile that contained, for once, not even a hint on smugness. Bones' embrace was warm and comforting, and Jim could no longer feel even the memory of ice and feezing pain. He was safe now.
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END Part 1
A/N: Um. I spell and grammar checked the latter half of this, but not the first. I'll probably go back over it at some point. For now, sleeping time
And it's way darker than i'd intended. D: poor Jim, why do we beat him so?.
On another note though....<3 it's my beginning of Kirk/Bones! (I think my otp may be shifting...O CRAP):