Title: Hold It Against Me
Chapter: One; In Which Leonard Unwittingly Takes Jim's Advice
Pairing: McCoy/(It's a surprise!)
Warnings: Male/Male, McCoy's language, alcohol use, unprotected anonymous sex
Summary: Jim drags Leonard to a dance club on an alien pleasure planet during a shore leave. Surely nothing good can come from a place where masks are mandatory, but shirts are not.
A/N: Was totally inspired by Adam Lambert's "Fever" and "Strut", Britney Spears's "Hold It Against Me", The Black-Eyed Peas's "I Gotta Feelin'", and a plethora of Lady Gaga songs, particularly "Teeth" and "Bad Romance"
James Kirk and Leonard McCoy were best friends. Yes, they bickered like two old women, but everyone knew that it was just because they were so close. And while Leonard may occasionally insult Jim and yell at him, they knew that he really cared about and respected him. But it was moments like this that Kirk really pissed McCoy off. He hated how charming and convincing he could be and how easy it seemed to be for the blond to get just what he wanted - especially from Leonard.
It was shore leave and McCoy wanted to be doing nothing other than sitting in his cabin, reading a book with a drink of good bourbon in his hand. Instead, he was standing at the bar in a loud, dimly lit club, with a drink of cheap whatever-the-fuck-Kirk-had-ordered-for-him, glaring out over the crowd of grinding bodies, looking for his "friend," who had disappeared after clapping him on the shoulder and telling him to "have fun" while simultaneously implying that Leonard no longer knew how. Oh, yes, McCoy was pissed - and not the happy drunk kind.
He took another sip of the - what the hell was this anyway? - and continued to scan the dance area for blond hair. Jim would probably end up a drunken mess, injured for having hit on the wrong person, in bed contracting god-only-knew-what-STI from god-only-knew-who, or some mix of the three - and this time, Leonard was seriously thinking about letting him suffer awhile from tonight's chosen escape mechanism to teach him a lesson. He was captain of the Fleet's flagship, for Christ's sake! And while McCoy knew that he'd never do anything to actually jeopardize that, he couldn't possibly believe that dragging his CMO to a dance club on a pleasure planet was a good idea! Right? Jesus! Everyone here was even wearing masks! Nothing good could come from the desire for that level of anonymity! Apparently not knowing the name of whatever human/alien one hooked up with was just not enough here.
Not that the masks helped in some cases, Leonard thought as he reached up and adjusted the black one Jim had shoved onto his face. He'd just seen Sulu wander out with some pretty, blue, androgynous alien, drunk off his ass already. Leonard had done the entrance physicals on half of the crew and could therefore recognize them, mask or no, and wasn't really attracted to aliens, humanoid or not - just what kind of fun was Jim expecting him to have? He wasn't about to have sex with someone that he'd come into contact with on the ship, which is probably what Jim meant by "fun," and it wasn't like getting drunk alone was that great of a time and his usual drinking buddy - lecherous traitor that he was - had pretty much ditched him from the start.
Leonard took another swig of the drink that was getting more delicious by the second as he looked one last time for a blond head of hair before cutting out for the night. Another obnoxiously loud song started pumping through the speakers, one with a slower beat - almost like heart beat, but more... aggressive, more predatory than the sound of a beating heart could ever be to a doctor. The writhing of the dancers had slowed accordingly and Leonard's eyes landed on one at the exact moment that one of the sweeping lights passed. His hair was light, but it was slicked back and he was way too lean to be Jim.
The man - boy? - had lost his shirt at some point in the night. He was obviously human; even in the dim light, Leonard could see the pink tint to his skin and the sweat that was glistening off of the toned chest in a way that few alien species possessed as he moved in time with the darker man against his back. Len had never been much for voyeurism, but he couldn't look away as the music sped up slightly and the young man moved his hands in rhythm along his own torso and the darker hands lingered at the young man's waistband and deliciously tight jeans. As the tempo sped up further, so did their movements, one pale arm reaching up to grip the back of the other man's neck, and the young man's head fell back against a broad shoulder, mask hiding what must have been delicate features - had to be delicate with a body like that - except for a strong jaw and soft-looking lips parted slightly in breath and pleasure.
Len drained his drink, but his mouth was dry again when the music changed, the youth's head dropped from the shoulder that Len was strangely jealous of, and their eyes met. He couldn't tell what color they were at this distance and he desperately wanted to know as his gaze was met with an intensity, a challenge that Len instantly knew he could meet. Another glass of that nameless alcoholic concoction appeared next to his elbow on the bar, and he knew that he probably shouldn't drink it, that the first had probably been more than enough, but the brunet found himself draining it as the young man broke away from the man he was dancing with and stalked - there was no other word for it - towards Len.
He insinuated himself immediately into Len's personal space, neatly fitting in the space between the brunet and the other patrons at the bar. Up close and in the slightly better light near the bar, Len could see that the dark mask spanning from his hairline - light brown, not blond - to the hollows of his cheeks was actually dark blue shot through with silver, surrounding attentive eyes that reflected the color of the changing reds, purples, and blues of the lights. The young man never broke eye contact as one hand removed the empty glass to the bar-top and the other pressed its palm to the thin t-shirt covering Len's chest.
It had been a while since Len had been with anyone, let alone a man - the last instance he could think of instantly shot through his mind, college, unimpressive - but as the smaller man leaned up and pressed his half-jean-clad body up against Len's... well, he couldn't blame the feeling that shot through his whole system on the booze. Well, maybe he could a little. He was going to try, at least.
The look in those light eyes was almost daring Len to do something, anything, as the slender hand on his chest was joined by its partner and one made its way slowly, firmly, up onto his shoulder and when the warm skin came to rest on the back of his neck, everything but the music and the man faded to dim static.
His eyes must have held whatever answer the young man was looking for; a bright pink tongue slipped out to moisten lips that then tipped up into a smug smirk. Len felt himself swallow hard as the hand on his neck slipped teasingly down his chest to tug at a belt loop, leading him as the youth backed away from bar and towards a dark hallway that Len had barely noticed when he came in and still wasn't registering more than as dark and hallway. He vaguely registered the dancers they were passing and the couples hidden in corners along that poorly lit, twisting and turning corridor, but the still-smirking man continued to lead him further and further until he felt himself tugged to the left into a recess in the wall.
He could still hear the music, hell, he could feel it through the floor, as the boy - fuck, he couldn't be more than twenty - backed himself against a wall and pulled Len's broader body close. It was like his hands had ceased to exist until Len found them pressed against hot flesh, mapping out the lines and angles - no, definitely not a kid - of the body held against his. His eyes were still locked on eyes with pupils probably as blown with desire as his when he felt long-fingered hands on his ass, pulling their pelvises together. The mystery man's head fell back as it had on the dance floor, this time with a gasp escaping his mouth. And like a spell had been broken when their gaze had, Len felt the lust crash through him like a wave, latching his lips to the soft skin just under that strong jaw, drawing out a moan. Thin fingers moved frantically at the button on his pants, at the skin under his t-shirt, seemingly unsure what they wanted more. His own hands moved to the stranger's belt - god, he couldn't believe was doing this - as his mouth continued its mission to map that smooth, strong throat that was making such delicious, sultry sounds.
The groan that was ripped from the young man's throat when he finally got his broad palm around the youth's cock was going to figure into his fantasies for a long time. The stranger's hands renewed their battle with Len's pants as Len himself pulled his mouth away to get a good look at the body against the wall. The head tilted back against the wall, the panting mouth hanging open, the flushed, sweaty skin, the jeans bunched at muscular runner's thighs, the full dick in his hand was all the perfect picture of sinful debauchery. He knew already that this sight, this night, this - this man - was going to haunt him for years to come. It was the whole package - the confidence, the body, the eyes and the intelligence and drive that he could see behind them - it was all that he could want and more than he could handle.
Everything after that seemed to happen too fast, but so slowly. The hands had gotten his pants open, but then suddenly the strong fingers wrapped around him were gone, pressing a packet of lube - huh, medical grade - into his hands. The narrow hips were turning around, chest pressing up against the wall, and then his fingers were inside, and the noises that beautiful being was making were seeping through his skin, burning him from the inside out, and it couldn't possibly get any better, but then it did. He was buried to the base in heat, waiting for the signal to move and then it came, and he was pounding in and out and surely he was hurting him, but oh, those sounds! The moans and cries were drowning out the music and surely someone could hear, someone would see and then it didn't matter because the body against him was shuddering its release, tightening around him until it was just the right shade of painful and he was coming and he couldn't see, couldn't hear but for a word that he didn't recognize coming from that sweet mouth that he would later regret never tasting.