Originally posted on the three-sentence fic-a-thon, hosted on caramelsilver's LJ.
Kirk smiled in a devil may care way as he rolled his hips to the side and slowly pulled his shirt off, humming to the music only he could hear. He let it drop to the floor and stepped forward, his smirk only broadening at the expression on the other man's face: a creeping blush and averted eyes combined with thinly pressed lips were a good look for him.
"Jim, this a medical examination- not a strip club," McCoy grumbled under his breath, but the blonde just laughed and said, "Bones, I'm always here for your entertainment."