Prompt: 5 times people were turned on by seeing Jim in glasses and didn't do anything about it and the 1 time somebody did.

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A/N: This is my first time putting a story like this up here so I would appreciate any critiques on what I can do to improve this.

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Italics = sarcasm

Bones

Jim sighed in despair at the thought that he still wasn't even halfway through his paperwork. He rubbed his face in the hopes that it would keep him awake but alas the only thing it did was disrupt his reading glasses from their perch on his nose. He growled in response while fixing them.

God where's Bones when you need him. I'm starting to growl. This can't be good.

"I need alcohol and I need it now dammit… Great now I'm talking to myself."

Jim pouted even though no one was there to see it.

He sighed again as he stood and stretched his discomfort away.

"Time to go see Bones."

He walked to his door and opened it to find said man on the other side.

"Jim! I was just coming to see you."

"Really." That earned him a swift hit to the head.

"If that's how you're gonna be then I'm taking my booze elsewhere."

The doctor turned to leave but smiled when Jim pulled him into his room. The blonde was so predictable sometimes.

"I never turn down the chance to drink. You know that. 'm pretty sure you use it to your advantage."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Bones sat down in the chair in front of Jim's desk and propped his feet on it, ignoring the other man's look of outrage. Jim walked over to a shelf that held two cups before returning and setting them down.

"Get your feet off my desk."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a neat freak?"

"Shut up and pour the damn drink."

McCoy smirked as he moved his feet to sit up straight. He then proceeded to "pour the damn drink".

"I think it's funny how everyone believes that you're the one who likes to annoy me."

Jim smiled despite the fact that it was true. He took his glass and swallowed the whole thing in one shot.

"Geez Jim. You planning on getting drunk tonight?"

"Naw I just needed a little something to get me through the paperwork."

It didn't take long for both of them to get shit-faced drunk.

Jim's vision was swimming and so he adjusted his glasses… well tried to anyway. He only succeeded in getting the lenses covered in fingerprints. The blonde growled and yanked them off his face to try and clean them with his shirt. He lifted them to his face and deemed them clear even though they weren't.

The whole time this happened, McCoy's eyes were focused on Jim's face. Since when did the Almighty, Infallible, Devilishly-handsome, Blonde-haired, Blue-eyed Captain James T. Kirk wear glasses? More importantly why the HELL HADN'T HE NOTICED!?

"You okay there Bones?"

"Since when do you wear glasses?"

Jim was shocked at the question. That was so not what he expected to hear.

"Uh… since I joined Starfleet. I have to wear them when ever I'm reading a PADD. I didn't think it would bother you."

He made a move to take them off.

"No! It's fine I just never noticed before."

Bones watched the other man shrug in response. He stared at how the glasses seemed to add to his already pleasing features. His mind started to slip away from him because the next thing he knew he had a lapful of Kirk.

"What the hell are you doing?" He snarled.

"You seemed so fascinated by my glasses that I thought you might like a closer look. Although judging from my position, I'd say that you'd prefer me to get a closer look at you."

Just for good measure he wiggled in his best friend's lap which earned him a groan.

"Jim."

Said man smirked and leaned up to whisper in McCoy's ear.

"Yes Bones?"

Next thing he knew he was sitting on the floor watching the Good Doctor dash from his room.