Series: ST TOS
Summary: Kirk gets a special guft.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
Jim Kirk curiously opened the package, which Bones had pushed into his hands on his birthday party – accompanied by the order to open it only when he was alone.
A little surprised he pulled a rubber heap out of it and something what he vaguely identified as an old-fashioned air-pump. He finally found a piece of paper written by McCoy: "Jim, it couldn’t go unnoticed to me that you urgently need to release some sexual tension. I know, that you don't want to screw around with someone from the crew. And the next shore leave isn't in sight yet. I have seen this recently in an old journal and Scotty was so kind to replicate it for me. The thing is a rubber-bride. You just have to pump her up and then – have fun. I know it’s not a substitute for a real person but surely better than your hand. Happy birthday, Bones."
Kirk shook amused his head, 'Bones and his crazy ideas.' Then he started pumping.
More than a bit drunk Leonard McCoy didn’t mind to use his medical emergency code to step into in Kirk’s cabin later in the night. He was too curious and just had to know what Jim was thinking about his special birthday present.
Loud groans from the sleep area welcomed him. He grinned. Well, Jim already was enjoyed his present. He had to look at this.
"Hi, Bones." Kirk seemed not to bother about the uninvited visitor and carried on. "Your present—oh-- is really practical—ah."
McCoy smiled happily. "I had hoped for this, Jim." But something wasn't correct. It took his drunken mind awhile until he realised what was looking wrong. The rubber-bride laid on the bed with the face down.
He cleared his throat: "Err, this is the wrong hole, Jim.”
Kirk moaned. "No, Bones, that’s-- oh—is just—ah right—yes, yes!"
As he swayed to his own room Leonard McCoy was cursing himself for not had going after his initial plan for Jim’s present. Giving himself to Jim only with some pink ribbons on certain strategic places.