A Great Way to Kill Time
"Come on, McCoy, no one's here!" Kirk whines, reaching for the hem of his doctors pants. McCoy shakes his head, surprised by the obscenity of Jim's request.
"I'm a doctor, not some gay dude!" is his only defense, though part of him wants to shove his comrade down on his knees and just -give- it to the smug bastard. He chuckles to himself at the thought, poor Jim moaning with pain, writhing beneath his cruel grasp. Actually, it sounds fairly nice. "Fine. But you're on bottom, kid." Kirk's face is caught somewhere between a contented grin and a nervous half-frown. He knows one thing for sure. McCoy definitely won't go easy on him.