Captain James Tiberius Kirk loved his skyship. The Enterprise was a beauty, the envy of all who roamed the skies. Standing on her deck with the clouds beneath him with the stars so close he felt like he could touch them, Jim almost felt at peace.
Almost.
With a muscular, tan physique, golden hair, and the bluest eyes in all the galaxy, Jim was used to getting what he wanted. Be it the Enterprise herself or a charming young lady to hang off his arm on every federation planet. But one prize still evaded him. One nagging thought from the back of his mind to the pit of his stomach.
That was Leonard Horatio Mccoy.
Leonard. Horatio. Mccoy.
With a strong jaw, southern drawl, and a "glare that could floor a cow", as Scotty put it, the man was an enigma, invading the corners of Jim's mind and keeping him up at night.
What does he taste like?
Leonard (or Bones, as Jim had lovingly dubbed him, much to the man's chagrin.) hated flying.
"Insecure deathtraps." He would mutter. "One wrong move and we're all dead." Jim had found the fear kind of cute until they actually hit the skies, when the air sickness set in. Hearing Leonard constantly heaving up the contents of his stomach wasn't exactly romantic, in Jim's opinion. He wondered how the doctor managed to keep everyone else on their feet when he was positively green up in the air.
Jim decided to find a way to cure that.
He found Mccoy one clear night staring over the ships rails, looking nauseous.
"Hey, Bones!"
"I think I'm going to be sick. What did i tell you about that nickname, kid?" James smiled, wondering how Leonard could still be so damned cute even when he was about to vomit.
"I think i've found a way to cure your air sickness." Leonard turned around.
"Really? How in the-" He was cut off as Jim placed his arms on either side of the doctor. Pinning him to the rails, he took a few steps closer. One light shove would send Leonard tumbling over the rails.
"…Jim?" Leonard squeaked. Jim could feel his captive's heart racing as he tried to stay calm. "James, this isn't funny. Let go." Leonard pleaded. Jim smirked triumphantly. Leonard had never struck him as the begging type. But here he was, calling him by his actual first name! He leaned in closer. "James, stop!" James let out a predatory grin, fiddling with the embossed buttons of Leonard's vest. He liked the idea of having Leonard squirming beneath him, begging for mercy.
Begging.
"Please!" The cry snapped Jim out of his reverie, turning his attention to his prisoner. Jim liked to think that Leonard was practically in tears.
"Ssshh… be careful, Bonesie, wouldn't want you to fall, do we?" Pushing up against the man beneath him, Jim pressed his mouth to Leonard's, revelling in the stifled gasp that slipped from the doctor's lips.
"Jim?" Leonard moaned, slowly opening his mouth to the tongue lapping at his lips. His eyes flickered closed as the warm muscle probed his mouth, enjoying the sensation.
The ship started to roll slightly, and reality kicked back in. Leonard's eyes snapped open, and he pushed the blonde away, blushing madly.
"You're an asshole." He muttered, pulling his coat tighter around him, avoiding those baby blues at all costs as he stormed back to his quarters.
They were harsh words, but Leonard's sky sickness seemed to have vanished without a trace. That's not to say that it was any easier for the crew to get to sleep, not with the moaning coming from the captain's quarters each night after that fateful evening.
~Fin
A/N: i hope you enjoyed! To my regular readers, yes, i am still working on "Yanks and Limeys", but i feel like it is dragging, and would like to sort the plot out properly in my head before continuing. But don't worry, this means no more than the usual intervals for my work. Anywho, if you liked this, feel free to drop me a line (Or a review. Hint. Hint.)
NINS OUT!