So, their relationship had started a little unconventionally. Maybe it wasn't normal for 18 year old Russians to attack their doctors with their mouths, kissing until he just accepted it. Because Pavel knew. He had seen looks, teasing from the captain. So he knew. But he also knew good old McCoy wasn't going to act on it, because it would be 'wrong' to get with such a 'young boy' (who had an IQ much higher than the intelligent doctor, and who was very mature thank you very much).
But normal or not Bone's had excepted it surprisingly well, trying to ignore the age gap and focusing on his wonderful Pasha. Because he was his, and oh God he was perfect. No longer to be admired from afar, but his, up close. Perfect.
And lying there, in his bed; it was much bigger; with Pasha. The best feeling imagined. Just hugging him tight against his body, never, ever letting him go, because who knows what could happen if he let his beautiful, wonderful boyfriend out of his sightline. Injured, he could fix, anything he would fix. But he might.. Leave. Someone younger. His own age. Because who would want an old doctor like him, possessive and feeling like a paedophile for enjoying being this close to someone so young and amazing.
This feeling had never been here before, and McCoy knew it was love, though he could hardly accept it as such, when he was convinced he'd be left very soon.
Still, he just snagged his boyfriends arm, dragging him closer. He could stand love for a bit, even if he knew what came after.
