K+ for hot guys in their underwear (not sexy or anything, totally benign)
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or Risky Business, or Old Time Rock n' Roll, but I own the fic.
Mwahaha. Have fun, peeps!
Risky Business
Na na na na na na na nah!
Jim Kirk grinned to himself as he slid in socked feet along the slippery wood floor into the archway in front of Bones' living room, his head down and his shoulders hunched, a microphone clutched in his hand, clad in nothing but a white dress shirt and a pair of boxes printed with the Starfleet insignia.
Na na na na na na na nah!
Right next to him, slightly off-balance, Scotty came skidding to a halt, wearing a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a red tee-shirt, also holding a microphone.
The two men grinned at one another and then spun around to face the living room in the perfect unison.
Sitting in the kitchen, Bones groaned as he heard the stereo blast that familiar music for the umpteenth time, accompanied by Jim's and Scotty's voices:
"Put that old music on the shelf!
I say I'll listen to it by myself!
Today's music ain't got the same soul!
I like that old time rock n' roll!"
Bones pinched the bridge on his nose and flopped down at the kitchen table, pulling his morning coffee towards him.
"Dammit, Jim!" he muttered, "I never should've let you watch that movie."
FIN : )