Ficlet: Mutual Need for Oxygen | STXI | Kirk/McCoy | R | 1/1
Title: Mutual Need for Oxygen
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: R
Word Count: 617
Prompt: For kissbingo: Location: Honeymoon; Also written as comment fic in response to the GORGEOUS inspiration pics posted here at jim_and_bones (post is members-locked; joining is highly encouraged if you like pretty boys and Kirk/McCoy ~O_O~).
Summary: A mostly-naked Bones at the beach is an invitation to mayhem, and Jim's glad to answer that call.
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Hey, lookie, I got some Kirk/McCoy muses after all! :p
Mutual Need for Oxygen
It was more of a carefully orchestrated feat than a lucky break that got Jim and Len to a beach on Risa two days after they said 'I do' on the observation deck of the Enterprise, but here they were at last. With sun shining down on them, a warm salt breeze wafting in off the shimmering water, waves breaking gently a long ways down the beach, and white sand underfoot, it was the perfect place to relax, forget about Klingon/Romulan relations for a few days, and think about their own relations instead.
Jim couldn't help thinking it was exactly what the doctor ordered, too, not that he'd tell Bones that and not expect to get sand down his trunks.
Grinning at the thought as they finished setting up their stuff just above the high tide line, Jim caught Bones's eyes.
"What?"
"Nothing," he replied, watching the way the breeze ruffled his husband's hair--and wow, that word was gonna take some getting used to.
Bones only raised an eyebrow at him, setting up his beach chair and adjusting their umbrella; Jim would've been fine without the shade, but there was no convincing his Bones otherwise.
In a way, that overprotective side was one of things he loved most about Bones.
"You gonna stand there and stare at me all day?" Bones grouched at him, a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his scowl as he stood and tugged his t-shirt over his head, then pulled off his shorts.
Jim was all too aware of the rush of heat that flushed toward parts south at the sight of his husband in nothing but his tight Starfleet-issue black swim trunks.
"Maybe," he finally leered, wasting no time in stripping off his own t-shirt and shorts to even the score.
Len leered right back. "Well, at least you can openly enjoy the view for a while." Heading off down the beach toward the water, he tossed another eyebrow raise back over his shoulder at Jim.
And if that wasn't the biggest invitation to mayhem, Jim didn't know what was.
Jogging to catch up with him at the water's edge, he snatched Bones's hand in his and crowded in close to kiss him quickly, nearly throwing them both off balance. "C'mon, I'll race 'ya," he whispered hotly against Bones's lips.
But Len stopped him as he tried to pull away, tugging him back. "Wait," he said quietly. Jim ducked his head then, thinking this was where the overprotective thing went overboard, but Bones caught his gaze and smirked darkly. "Don't pull anything you'll need later."
Jim's insides did a little flip at the innuendo, and just as he opened his mouth to tell Bones he'd like to pull on something, his husband slipped his hand free and took running off down the beach.
"Oh, you're going down!" he called after him, getting his body in gear and following at a flat-out sprint, both men splashing through the water as the land dropped below the surface.
When the water was almost up to their chests, Jim finally caught up, getting a hand around Bones's bicep to tug him around and crashing into him, this time knocking them both back into the water. Forgoing his planned 'gotcha' as they went down, he settled for laying the wettest kiss ever on his Bones, all lips and tongue and saliva and sea water, wrapping himself around him like the happiest octopus that ever lived and shivering in the cool water when his husband responded enthusiastically beneath him.
If neither of them drowned in the next two minutes--and he was reasonably sure they wouldn't--he'd probably never live down his reckless disregard for their mutual need for oxygen, but really, he wouldn't have it any other way.
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Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: R
Word Count: 617
Prompt: For kissbingo: Location: Honeymoon; Also written as comment fic in response to the GORGEOUS inspiration pics posted here at jim_and_bones (post is members-locked; joining is highly encouraged if you like pretty boys and Kirk/McCoy ~O_O~).
Summary: A mostly-naked Bones at the beach is an invitation to mayhem, and Jim's glad to answer that call.
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Hey, lookie, I got some Kirk/McCoy muses after all! :p
Mutual Need for Oxygen
It was more of a carefully orchestrated feat than a lucky break that got Jim and Len to a beach on Risa two days after they said 'I do' on the observation deck of the Enterprise, but here they were at last. With sun shining down on them, a warm salt breeze wafting in off the shimmering water, waves breaking gently a long ways down the beach, and white sand underfoot, it was the perfect place to relax, forget about Klingon/Romulan relations for a few days, and think about their own relations instead.
Jim couldn't help thinking it was exactly what the doctor ordered, too, not that he'd tell Bones that and not expect to get sand down his trunks.
Grinning at the thought as they finished setting up their stuff just above the high tide line, Jim caught Bones's eyes.
"What?"
"Nothing," he replied, watching the way the breeze ruffled his husband's hair--and wow, that word was gonna take some getting used to.
Bones only raised an eyebrow at him, setting up his beach chair and adjusting their umbrella; Jim would've been fine without the shade, but there was no convincing his Bones otherwise.
In a way, that overprotective side was one of things he loved most about Bones.
"You gonna stand there and stare at me all day?" Bones grouched at him, a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his scowl as he stood and tugged his t-shirt over his head, then pulled off his shorts.
Jim was all too aware of the rush of heat that flushed toward parts south at the sight of his husband in nothing but his tight Starfleet-issue black swim trunks.
"Maybe," he finally leered, wasting no time in stripping off his own t-shirt and shorts to even the score.
Len leered right back. "Well, at least you can openly enjoy the view for a while." Heading off down the beach toward the water, he tossed another eyebrow raise back over his shoulder at Jim.
And if that wasn't the biggest invitation to mayhem, Jim didn't know what was.
Jogging to catch up with him at the water's edge, he snatched Bones's hand in his and crowded in close to kiss him quickly, nearly throwing them both off balance. "C'mon, I'll race 'ya," he whispered hotly against Bones's lips.
But Len stopped him as he tried to pull away, tugging him back. "Wait," he said quietly. Jim ducked his head then, thinking this was where the overprotective thing went overboard, but Bones caught his gaze and smirked darkly. "Don't pull anything you'll need later."
Jim's insides did a little flip at the innuendo, and just as he opened his mouth to tell Bones he'd like to pull on something, his husband slipped his hand free and took running off down the beach.
"Oh, you're going down!" he called after him, getting his body in gear and following at a flat-out sprint, both men splashing through the water as the land dropped below the surface.
When the water was almost up to their chests, Jim finally caught up, getting a hand around Bones's bicep to tug him around and crashing into him, this time knocking them both back into the water. Forgoing his planned 'gotcha' as they went down, he settled for laying the wettest kiss ever on his Bones, all lips and tongue and saliva and sea water, wrapping himself around him like the happiest octopus that ever lived and shivering in the cool water when his husband responded enthusiastically beneath him.
If neither of them drowned in the next two minutes--and he was reasonably sure they wouldn't--he'd probably never live down his reckless disregard for their mutual need for oxygen, but really, he wouldn't have it any other way.
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