The floor of the pitchy club vibrated as Bones strode back to the bar. Jim hadn't had much of a job getting him to the club, it was getting him to dance that he was a bit squeamish about. Jim wasn't scared of anything, save being dismembered by his best friend, like he nearly was the first time dancing was suggested. Still, drinking and sometimes hooking up weren't off Lens list of banned activities, so that's what Jim made him do.
The hooking up was really to distract him from the fact he wasn't in a relationship. After Joyce he couldn't really focus on boyfriends or girlfriends, and found it hard to function alone in life. He wasn't focusing on sex tonight, anyway. He just wanted to loosen up, drink a little... He turned back to the dancefloor after snagging some beverage. And... Wow. There was this man. Dancing. Alone, but still managing to look insanely erotic, in very tight jeans and a low cut top. His hair looked like it should be curly but was weighed down with sweat so it was hard to tell. That was the kind of guy you saw sometimes. A kind of... mirage of sexiness. Leonard didn't have to break his little vow of not hooking up, obviously, because this boy would want some other young thing, and the little dirty bit of his brain itched to watch. He laughed at himself, and settled back to watch the boy, noting he wasn't the only one ogling his lithe body. He wasn't the only one surprised, too, when the man suddenly turned and walked towards him, sat on his lap and stared into his face. He grinned, chucking all thoughts of celibacy out, and offered him a sip of his drink. He sniffed it, and with a slight accent, laughed disdainfully. 'Wokdka only for me, and I've had enough.'
'Suit yourself son' McCoy rasped, interested in the way this boy was moving against him. 'Would you son do dis?' the Russian asked, pointedly, grinding against him more, and then bringing his lips to the older mans. McCoy stood up abruptly, just grabbing the man before he fell, and then pulling his hand towards the door, not bothering to signal to Kirk he was leaving. But just as McCoy deliberated bringing the kid back to his rented apartment, the boy dragged him off, along alleys and finally down what should have been a busy road, but held only a trickle of cars. It was a journey that would have qualified for a cab ride, but Bones was past caring. He unlocked a stiff door, kicking it open casually, a worn out movement, and attached himself to McCoy's mouth instantly, pushing and suckling, totally in control, despite his age. God, his age. He was overage, he obviously did this enough. But why did he want Bones? Bones wasn't that old, but old enough.. 'Vhat is your name?' came from the darkness. 'Leonard.'
'Pavel... Leonard.'
So I'll do another chapter when I can be bothered. Yeah, it'll be smutty, don't worry!
PS. McCoy is on shore leave on Earth, and Chekov isn't on the ship, he's just the local Casanova/genius
