AN: It popped into my head when I heard a song, and then it wouldn't go away. Not meant to be slash, but I guess you could read it that way. Haha.
Disclaimer: I don't own. Duh.
Tangerine
If there was one thing Jim would never be able to forget, it was the first time he and Bones decided to head down to North Mexico and go swimming at the beach.
The ride down had been fun enough: filled with classic rock, new pop songs, plenty of caffeine for both men (and honestly, probably a couple more), the sort of conversations which can only happen on a road trip ("Would you rather marry your sister or your mother?" "Goddammit, Jim, where on God's green earth do you come up with this shit?" "You didn't answer the question, Bones."), and the pleasantry of warmer air flowing freely through their hair.
Once at the beach, the men rented a couple umbrellas and settled down in their own space. It was next to a couple palm trees, and just far enough away from the other beachgoers to avoid becoming completely annoyed at them. Kirk couldn't help the smile spreading on his face. He hadn't felt this excited about going somewhere (the beach!) in a long time. He immediately stripped his shirt off, threw his towel down, and ran for the waves.
"Jim, at least put some sun block on!" the doctor called after him.
Jim laughed as he glanced back at Bones, his face still white with sunscreen. "Too much fun to be had, Bones!"
Bones rolled his eyes and finished applying the sun block. Well, he certainly wasn't going to be the one whining in pain because of sunburn, that's for sure, and he definitely wasn't going to be giving any pain relievers to any idiotic cadets who decided to forego sunscreen. Bones lay back on his towel and let the lotion sink in, as per the instructions.
Jim, on the other hand, was having a blast. He had never had been to the beach before (San Francisco Bay did not count anymore). The water was so salty (how did that happen, anyways?), the sand so warm (and soft—perfect for a game of ultimate Frisbee), and the girls so pretty.
Why hadn't he come here before?
As his stomach growled, Jim decided to head back to his towel and grab some snacks he and Bones had (luckily) packed. Before he even got out of the water, though, the sight of Bones made him stop dead in his tracks.
Bones—Doctor McCoy—Leonarddammitwhycan'tyougetmynameright McCoy—was walking towards him wearing nothing but obnoxiously archaic sunglasses and—a speedo.
But not just any speedo.
A tangerine speedo.
Bones caught up with Jim, grinned—and Jim had to admit it was a fantastic imitation of his own shit-eating grin—and dove into the water, splashing Jim with a face full of the salty stuff. Shaking, Jim made his way to the towels, amongst whispers and grinning women.
"Who was that?"
And for once, Jim knew that whisper was definitely not for him.