Intermezzo
- Between Friends
Acidqueen < a.q @ gmx.de >
Title: Intermezzo - Between Friends
Author: Acidqueen <a.q @
gmx.de>
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Series: TOS ; Acidqueen's K/Mc
series
Rating: NC-17 pwp
Summary: A shared night.
Author's Note: Written for the KirkMcCoyFest.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns
Star Trek, I own my brain. No infringement is intended, and no money is being
made.
Archive: KirkMcCoyFest, my own
website at http://www.syredronning.de/ , ASCEM, all others ask, please.
Acknowledgement:
Special thanks to T'Thrill for the beta! All remaining errors are mine!
It was unusually late in the night when Kirk left the
bridge where he had spent the last days with few interruptions. Passing the
cabins of his officers - all but the First one's, which traditionally was
located somewhere else on the ship - he was almost to his door when his pace
faltered. He was tired and exhausted, yes, but he was also still too alert to just go to bed. A cold, clammy, lonely bed. He
almost unconsciously took two steps back and stopped dead in front of McCoy's
quarter, eyeing the closed door thoughtfully. They hadn't spent much time
together since they had renewed their sexual relationship, being tied to their
respective duties on the last mission. And Kirk wasn't sure if McCoy would like
being woken by him at 0120, but there was a sudden urge to step in there and
lay down beside his friend, sharing the bed and some comfortable warmth.
Checking the corridor out of the corners of his
eyes for witnesses, he quickly keyed the door code and entered. Darkness
enfolded him for a second, until the computer lightened up to 10% on his
command.
In the sleeping area, a barely visible figure
lay coiled under the red layer, emanating a light snoring that filled the room.
Quietly, Kirk stripped down to his underwear and padded over. When he began
slipping into the bed, McCoy's eyes snapped opened, shimmering blue pearls in a
sea of black.
"Jim? Emergency?" he mumbled
sleepily, belaying his alert gaze.
"None other than I badly needed to come
here tonight, Bones," Kirk said soothingly. "That's alright by
you?"
"You're welcome." McCoy drowsily
moved to the side, arms entangled in the sheet.
Kirk sneaked under the cover, humming contently
as he rolled into the warm, already formed hollow. He lay down on his right
side and slung one arm and leg possessively over his friend's body, earning not
even a grunt. For a while he was happy just to feel the man next to him, taking
in the light scent of the day's sweat. Then he leisurely began stroking up and
down McCoy's chest, playing with the dark hair, rubbing over the barely fleshed
ribs. His sleepiness was gone, substituted by a need to touch and be touched
and by a horniness that slowly rose in him. For days, all he had been able to
think of was work. So, maybe it was only logical (Kirk chuckled as the word rolled
through his mind, yes, logical) that tonight, with his body pressed close to
McCoy's, something within him would stir.
Leaning forward, he placed a first nipping kiss
on McCoy's chin, tasting the small stubbles, while his hand slipped deeper
between the other man's legs. Finding something warm and soft, Kirk closed his
fingers around it to tease it into rising.
At first, there was no visible effect, but then
the man in his arm lolled, his chest heaving more irregularly. A head turned
toward him, lips capturing his greedily, though still in the uncontrolled
movements of awakening.
McCoy softly moaned as Kirk increased his
speed, his fingers dancing all over the now palpable erection. But the doctor
was never one for one-sided pleasures, so he rolled around, aligning their
chests. A warm hand closed around Kirk's hardness, forming a tight, blissfully
stimulating cage.
In an unvoiced choreography of limbs and
fingers and mouths, they worked on each other. The lazy tenderness of the
beginning quickly evolved into a more frenzy fight for closeness as they danced
on the edge of orgasm, unwilling to give in yet.
In the end, it was Kirk who couldn't hold back
anymore; with a throaty roar he came, conscious thinking switched off for a
heartbeat. Then he grabbed harder, pushing McCoy over the edge, too. Sticky
fluids merged between them and all over their hands as they fought for air,
still tightly clamped together in the middle of the bed.
Staggering, McCoy rose from the bed. He
returned with two towels, handing Kirk one of them while he rubbed his groin
clean. His eyes widened as they fell on the small digital timer.
"0230!" he growled half-heartily. "You're all but killing me,
Jim!"
Kirk chuckled. It just wouldn't be the real
McCoy without such a remark. "It's the best way to go for sure," he
said, and uselessly tried to dry the sheets. They'd have to change them anyway,
he thought, and threw the towel into the corner - tomorrow.
"You're coming back in?" he asked,
and held up the blanket.
"That's my bunk," McCoy answered
pointedly. "Of course I'm coming back." He slipped into the bed and
offered his arm as cushion. Kirk snuggled closer, resting his head in its
crook.
"Good night, Bones. And thanks. I needed
that."
"Good night, Jim," McCoy said softly.
"I could use it, too."
He stroked the shoulder of his friend as Kirk's
breathing fell into the light regularity of sleep, until his eyes dropped close
over the soft winds along his chest.
*****