James Tiberius Kirk Hates Alfred Lord Tennyson (3/3)

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Part Two

Fuck the Prime Directive. They came, they saw, they saved a civilization and Jim considers it a resounding success. When they're summoned back to Earth, the fact that Starfleet might have a problem with him..."violating" isn't strong enough a word...totally obliterating their founding principle doesn't even occur to him.

Mainly, he just wants to get off the damned ship for a few days. Between Spock cranking his "pissy bitch" attitude up to 11 and Bones's constant presence reminding him of what he'll never have, Jim just needs to get drunk and get laid. Preferably repeatedly.

Walking into his apartment always results in a momentary disconnect for Jim because even though it's technically his home, it feels more sterile than his quarters on the Enterprise. It's not big, but it is in an upscale building with a great view of San Francisco. There aren't many personal touches except a few holos and his antique turntable and records. He's only been gone for a couple of months and the place already smells of disuse and dust. He puts away a few groceries before hastily shedding his uniform, dumping it and his other laundry in the hamper, and heading off to shower.

After an indulgent water shower and change of clothes, he heads to a nearby bar that's always been a sure bet for him due to the fact it's usually teeming with 'Fleet groupies. It doesn't take him long to zero on a pretty young Caitian female standing near the bar, her tail waiving in time with the beat of the music. They make eye contact and her smile widens. He can tell immediately that she recognizes him that she's interested. He makes a beeline for her, giving her his best "Hey there" grin when his comm rings. He pulls it out of his pocket in order to silence the damned thing, but stops when he sees the caller ID.

Gesturing to the girl that he'll be right back, he holds the comm to his ear and makes his way to a slightly less noisy part of the bar. "Hey, Bones. What's up?"

"Where the hell are you, Jim?" Bones's familiar annoyance makes smile, despite the ache in his chest. He glances back towards the bar to see another Caitian female has joined the first one and they're both staring straight at him, their smiles bright.

Score. The more he looks, the more he realizes they look disturbingly alike and he hopes they're not sisters or something. He'll still have sex with them, but the idea of them kissing kind of creeps him out.

"Jim? You still there?" Bones's voice breaks into his thoughts and Jim waves at the girls again before turning around to focus on the call.

"Sorry, Bones, I'm at The Hub. You know what it gets like here. What's up?" He glances back at the girls and almost swallows his tongue as he sees them running their hands up and down each other's bodies while they continue to stare directly at him.

Please God, he thinks, don't let them be sisters.

Bones distracts him once more. "There's something we need to discuss."

The bottom falls out of Jim's stomach at those words said in that tone and he hunches over, putting his finger in is other ear to make sure he doesn't miss a word. "Can it wait, Bones? I've got plans tonight."

"I'd rather it not." Jim wonders if this is more professional than personal and feels like a heel when he realizes he's actually hoping it's a work problem.

"Did something happen with Medical? Is Boyce giving you trouble?" He's already reviewing all the reports Bones had filed over the previous year and nothing was coming to him that would cause any problems with the powers that be at Starfleet Medical.

"This has nothing to do with the 'Fleet, Jim. This is about you and me and I've just decided I'm sick of waiting for you to get your head out of your ass and talk to me about it." Jim feels himself go cold. There's only one thing Bones could be referring to and it's the one thing Jim refuses to discuss.

Before he can respond, Bones cuts in. "I'll see you at The Hub in about 90 minutes."

"No, wait." Jim is in no way ready to have this conversation, and he needs far more time than Bones is giving him to try and figure out what he's going to do. "Honestly, Bones, I do have something going on tonight." He glances back at the girls and they raise their arms to beckon him to them. "Just give me tonight, please, and I'll meet you tomorrow at Brenda's and we'll fill up on cheesy grits." He thinks he sounds desperate, which he is.

There's a pause on the other end of the line long enough that Jim's wondering if they got cut off. He starts to pull the comm away from his ear to check when he hears Bones's voice.

"I'll tell you what. I'll get scrambles from Dottie's and meet you at your place at 10:00." Jim breathes a sigh of relief at the reprieve, though he still has no idea what he's going to do when he's face-to-face with Bones tomorrow.

"Don't forget the sticky buns and you've got a deal," Jim replies, trying to sound upbeat.

"All right. Your place at 10:00." The line goes dead before Jim has another chance to respond. He stares at the comm for a moment, trying to decide what to do, but for once his mind offers up no daring plan that will get him out of his current predicament.

Deciding there's nothing he can do about it now, he puts the comm back in his pocket, puts on his most charming smile and turns his attention back to the Caitian girls writhing in each other's arms, their eyes still fixed on him.

"Ladies!" He says, opening his arms wide and they rush over to him, each fitting themselves snuggly under his arms as if they'd done this a thousand times. "Hi," he says, his head swiveling from one upturned face to the other, "I'm Jim. Jim Kirk."

"We know, Captain" they respond in unison and Jim tries to distract himself from the lingering feeling of worry in his stomach with the feel of the girls' soft curves under his hands.

"Please, just Jim," he responds, "And you are...?"

"I'm M'tal," says the one on the right.

"I'm M'nel," responds the one on his left.

"And you're sisters?" At this point, he doesn't care if they're twins, he just wants to get them back to his place and try to get out of his own head for the night.

"We're cousins," says the M'tal, "but people say we could be twins." Both girls laugh, running their hands over Jim's torso.

Cousins he can deal with. "I have a serious question for you M'tal, M'nel," he nods to each in turn. He bows his head to be level with theirs and they move in close together, as if sharing a secret. "If I were to follow those spots," he whispers, glancing at the markings that run from the girls' foreheads and down their necks, "how far would I get?"

"Let's find out, Jim," M'tal replies as she lets Jim lead her and her cousin out of the bar.

It's a short cab ride to his building and he makes sure to tell the doorman that Dr. McCoy will be stopping by in the morning as he and the girls make their way through the lobby to the elevators.

Once inside, Jim shows the girls the view of the city lights from his balcony and the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. He then heads over to his well-stocked bar, opens a bottle of Jack Daniels, and takes a healthy swig before returning his attention to the girls. "Cardassian Sunrises all right for you, ladies?" Jim asks, already assembling the ingredients for a pitcher's worth of the fruity-yet-powerful cocktails.

He plans on sticking with Mr. Daniels tonight, though, because he just wants to shut down his brain and enjoy the two lovely young beings who move inside and begin examining his antique record collection.

Filling two glasses, he takes the drinks over to the girls who have turned their attention to the old turntable. "My prized possession. Want to see how it works?"

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A dozen records and half a bottle of Jack later, Jim's shirt, shoes and socks have disappeared, along with his belt. M'tal and M'nel are in nothing but their underwear and Jim can see that their spots go all the way to their toes.

The three of them are grinding drunkenly to Welcome to the Jungle, one girl riding each of his thighs as he palms their asses and tries not to giggle as the tips of their tails begin sliding under the waistband of his briefs.

M'tal – aka Pink for the color of her bra – pulls his head down for a hot, wet kiss and he has barely caught his breath before M'nel – aka Orange for her choice of undergarments – does the same.

Jim's just coming up for air as Axl screams "You're gonna die" and Jim agrees because before him stands Bones, his eyes wide and sad and disappointed.

For a panicked moment, Jim wonders if it's already morning, but a quick glance out the window shows it's still dark out. Apparently Bones is too impatient to even wait until morning and Jim quickly covers surprise with a wide smile.

"Bones!" The girls stop moving and turn their heads to where Bones stands by the front door. Jim glances at their faces and sees mirrored expressions of interest directed at his best friend.

Jim senses an opportunity to nip any potential relationship talk in the bud by reverting to his usual oblivious lothario persona. Keeping his arms around the girls' waists, he walks them closer to where Bones still stands, his expression sour.

"Bones, this is," Jim glances to his left. Orange. "M'nel. And this is," glance to his right. Pink. "M'tal." Bones's expression goes blank as he looks between the three of them. "Ladies, this is Dr. Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer aboard the Enterprise." He crouches down slightly to bring his head leave with the girls' before saying in a stage whisper, "His hands are lengendary."

"Doctor," the girls purr in unison, and Jim watches Bones's shoulders stiffen as he looks back and forth between Jim and the Caitians.

"Ladies, why don't you pick out the next record?" He releases his hold on the girls as they both give McCoy a long head-to-toe look before going back to Jim's collection of LPs.

"What's up, Bones? I thought we were meeting tomorrow." Jim looks at the nearby clock. "Well, later today now, I guess." He sidles up to Bones as the other man watches the two girls chatting excitedly as they rifle through the stacks of records.

Bones seems to shake himself and turns his attention to Jim, eyes darting from Jim's bare feet to the open button on his jeans before turning his head and looking at the two scantily-clad girls on the other side of the room. His shoulders slump as he takes a deep breath and looks at Jim once more. "It's nothing, Jim. I was just...in the neighborhood." He shrugs as he lets the sentence fade out and looks back at the girls.

Jim's stomach is in knots at the defeat in Bones's voice, but he's determined to get Bones to move on and realize that it's better to not love Jim than love him and lose him.

This is for his own good.

Slapping Bones on the shoulder, Jim says, "Hey, why don't you join us?" Bones looks incredulous and Jim tilts his head in the direction of the two girls. "Never let it be said I never help you get a little tail." Wearing his best charming jackass grin, he bumps Bones's shoulder with his own.

Bones just closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Forget it, Jim. I shouldn't have come."

"Are you sure, Bones? I think the girls would be happy if you stayed," Jim replies.

"The girls, huh? What about you?" Bones seems to be looking everywhere but directly at Jim, for which he is grateful as his eyes widen and breath catches at the question.

Feigning nonchalance, he shrugs and looks back at the girls, who are giggling over the oddly-dressed man on the cover of his Saturday Night Fever LP. "I asked, didn't I?" One of the girls, fuck if he cares which right now, holds up the album and he smiles and nods at her. "There are two of us, two of them and two beds. And I know you're not half the prude you pretend to be." He faces Bones again and turns up the smile wattage. "I've been to Risa with you, remember?"

"Yeah..." Bones nods, still not looking at Jim. "Nah, I'll just head home and leave you three to have your fun." He turns his attention to the girls. "M'nel, M'tal, it was a pleasure meeting you. Sorry to interrupt and you have a good evening." Jim notes that he has no trouble remembering which girl is which and feels another twist of guilt.

The girls wish him a disappointed-sounding goodnight and Bones nods in response as he heads to the door.

"See you at 10:00, Bones." Jim watches as Bones stops before the closed door, his shoulders slumped and his head bowed.

"I don't think so, Jim. I actually should put in some more time over at Medical tomorrow. You should just enjoy your day off." He raises his hand to the keypad to trigger the door mechanism.

As fearful as he was about tomorrow's conversation, he's orders of magnitude more frightened by the tone of defeat in Bones's voice. "But...you said you wanted to-"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Bones cuts him off, his voice low but forceful. His head is turned to the side, showing Jim his profile and still not making eye contact. "It's not important." He's gone before Jim can say another word.

Jim's first instinct is to run after him, but isn't this what he'd been trying to accomplish for years? To finally make Bones believe that Jim is only his friend, best friend, with no desire for anything more? He's hurt Bones, he knows it and feels like shit for doing this to him. But he knows it's the right thing to do. Just like he knows it was right to rescue Pike from the Narada and break the rules to save the Nibirans.

It's that knowledge of his own rightness that has kept his crew alive and unharmed through many dangerous missions and allowed him to succeed where so many others would fail.

But if this is another victory, why does he feel totally defeated?

"Jiiiiim...what's a 'Bee Gee?'" The high-pitched voice cuts through his grief and he shakes himself, allowing the aura of cheerful womanizer to settle around him once more.

"Well..." Pink. "M'tal, let me tell you about the ancient musical style known as 'disco.'" He snags the bottle of Jack off a nearby table, taking a gulp as he walks back to the turntable, his smile so wide and brittle it feels as if his face will crack.

Hours later, both girls are purring their pleasure as he lays on his back while one rides his cock and the other straddles his face as he licks at her. Combined with the whiskey, it's almost enough to make him forget about the broken sound of Bones's voice as he walked out. But then one of the girls' tails pushes inside him, he comes, muffling the shout of Bones's name in the wet flesh against his lips.

He pretends to enjoy the afterglow, with a girl on either side of him, their hands and tails and mouths trying to encourage him to go for a third round. He begs off, claiming he'd had too much to drink, and the girls quickly fall asleep.

Jim lies awake until dawn, staring at the ceiling and trying to erase the image of hazel eyes full of pain and convince himself it's for the best.

END