I saw the prompt on tumblr and I just had to. I'll try to put a link to the gif post on my profile. You guys are about to be barraged with my first forays into Star Trek fic so let me know how I do.
Disclaimer; I don't own Star Trek (all the tears) or the Hangover for that matter.
There wasn't a thing in the universe that could wipe the stupid grin off of Jim Kirk's face as he walked out of his apartment, duffle bag in hand. Despite the fact that he saw them regularly enough, life just got in the way when it came to hanging out with his best friends. They had all met in college and had been friends ever since. Now Scotty was getting married - and to Uhura! Flinging himself into the drivers seat of his old Jeep, he tossed his bag into the backseat and couldn't help but reminisce a little as he drove to pick up Bones at his office.
"I might throw up on you," said a man as he was pushed down into the chair next to Jim in the free university clinic.
"You look rough - what happened?" It was a funny question coming from him, he was sure. His face was pretty beat up from the bar fight he had gotten into just a few hours earlier.
"Got into a drinking contest with some Scottish asshole, but that doesn't hold a candle to that black eye you've got. You know getting into fights like that-"
"I got it man, don't need the lecture," Kirk interrupted with a self-depreciating chuckle. Just then a nurse walked into the room that they had previously been the sole occupants of. Surprisingly not a lot of action in the clinic at 3am.
"Leonard! What are you doing here? Are you a patient? You're supposed to work your shift here in 2 hours!" she exclaimed.
"Dammit Christine, shut up and get me an IV of saline stat!" Leonard shouted back.
"You're not on duty right now Doctor McCoy," she snapped, but turned out of the room to get the IV anyway.
"You're a doctor?!" Jim asked, surprised.
"Close. Med student. Only a few years until I have that MD at the end of my name," McCoy replied, leaning back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair.
"Heh, then what are you doing getting in drinking competitions on Tuesday nights?"
"Divorce just finalized, I figured hell why not. Wife took everything, left me with no custody, no home...hell, all I've got left is my bones. Well, them and all these fucking student loans."
"Fuck," Jim breathed as Nurse Christine returned with two IVs of saline and a small med kit.
"Joys of growing up, kid."
Jim was just minding his own business, somehow managing to sprawl at his coffee table, feet on the surface and chair leaning back. It was a miracle that he hadn't kicked his laptop off of it's precarious position in the corner.
"Oh, that's him."
Recognizing the voice, he looked up and pulled out one of his headphones when he saw that it was Uhura pointing at him, standing next to an attractive tall guy with black hair. It was actually her fault he had gotten the shit kicked out of him in the bar the other night. She was forgiven though, since without that ass kicking he probably never would have met Bones who was quickly becoming one of his closest friends.
"You know it's not polite to point," he smirked.
"Yes, politeness seems like something I'd imagine you'd be very concerned with," she replied with a roll of her eyes. Kirk actually laughed outright, while the other man remained stoic from his position behind her.
"So I take it you're making me famous, then? Who's he?" he asked, nodding toward tall dark and silent.
"I am Spock," he responded with a raised eyebrow.
"This is my boyfriend," Uhura went on, placing a territorial hand on his shoulder.
"No hard feelings, but if you had lead with that last night I think it would have played out a lot differently."
"This guy!" Bones shouted over the music, pointing at one Montgomery Scott, who was sitting at the DJ booth next to his friend Keenser.
"Oh I know him!" Kirk shouted back as they walked up to the booth.
"Aye! I dinnae say you two could come back 'ere!" the Scotsman complained as soon as they got into the booth.
"Cool it Scotty! I didn't know you knew Bones."
"Oh you mean McCoy? Just met him the other week really. Bones?"
"Don't ask, the damn fool has a screw loose in his head somewhere from all those bar fights."
"I find it illogical that you are continuing to work on an assignment that you have claimed to have failed twice when you are not graded negatively for those failures," Spock commented from the computer across from Jim.
"So you're saying you would just give up?"
"I am saying that I would use my time in a more efficient manner, devoting it to more pressing and passable studies."
"I don't believe in no win scenarios."
Jim and Leonard were walking past the library heading toward the bar when Jim noticed Spock walking out.
"Hey Spock!" he shouted without thinking.
"Your friends with that bastard?!" Bones asked incredulously.
"Uh...I dunno, kind of?"
"Hello James," Spock replied as they got closer to him.
"Spock, I'm telling you, call me Jim. I don't know why you have to be so formal all the time," Kirk complained, rolling his eyes in Bones' direction. "Hey! You wanna come with us?" he asked suddenly, the idea just popping into his head.
"Seriously?" Bones whispered.
"It would depend where it is that you're going, though it seems that my company is not necessarily welcome," Spock said, doing what Jim now considered his classic eyebrow raise.
"We're going to meet our friend at the bar. It'll be fun, I promise. Bonesy's just being an asshole because he didn't want to come out in the first place, it's fine," he explained, before surprising Spock by grabbing his elbow and tugging him along.
Jim was forced out of his reverie when he heard a fist slamming into his window. Bones was standing outside, bag in hand, looking all kinds of pissed off. He sheepishly waved before unlocking the door.
"Dammit Jim! You call me up telling me to pack my bags and that we were leaving the minute I get out of work, I swear you were just sitting here for 15 minutes staring out into the blue. And where the hell are Spock and Scotty, anyway?!" Yup. He was pissed.
"Sorry Bones, we still have to go pick them up," he replied, shifting the car into drive. The other man didn't even grace that with a response. It was another five minutes of silence before he spoke again.
"You're fucking stuck on that know-it-all bastard still, aren't you?" Bones asked suddenly.
"What?!" Jim would not admit to having blushed. They hadn't discussed his not-that-secret crush on Spock in what seemed like years.
"You know he's with T'Pring, right?" his best friend pushed.
"Of course I know he's with T'Pring, they've been together for like 2 years! Do you seriously think I was planning on trying something?" Kirk asked, shocked and more than a little disappointed in how little credit he was given. Bones had to know him better than that by now.
"Hey, plausible deniability. Later tonight when you've had 12 shots too many I need to be able to say I tried to stop it."
"Asshole," Jim muttered as they pulled up at Scotty and Uhura's place. It was hilarious, in his opinion, that after being with Spock for so long Uhura ended up with what Jim would definitely describe as Spock's complete opposite. The couple in question were walking out the door just as he was about to lay on the horn.
"Uhura! Lovely to see you! You already look like a beautiful bride and you don't even have the gown on yet," Jim smiled as she walked up to his window and Scotty slid into the backseat, kicking everyone's bags to the floor as he did so.
"You have no shame, do you?" she asked, trying to sound pissed but smiling anyway.
"None at all," he replied, easily predicting the eye roll that followed.
"You need to promise me you guys won't get up to anything too crazy in Vegas, alright? Just the normal amount of crazy or I swear to god, Jim."
"Hey hey, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I make no promises. Either way, you'll never know."
"Great, great, exactly what she want's to hear," Bones huffed.
"Come on! Guys! This is supposed to be a bachelor party! I didn't think I'd have to start convincing anyone to have fun until we got Spock!" he complained.
"Fine, fine. Have fun boys!" Uhurah said, holding up her arms in defeat and backing away from the car. With a few waves and a sickeningly sweet goodbye from Scotty that Jim planned on never letting him live down, they were on their way to Spock's house.
"I do not see why we have to go leave the city in order to celebrate Montgomery's upcoming nuptials," the man in question said as he placed his suitcase in Jim's trunk.
"Spooooock!" he whined, "Please call everyone by their nicknames and we're going to Vegas to have fun just go with it!"
To his surprise, Spock actually sighed. "As you are well aware Jim, this form of entertainment does not appeal to me. The only reason I am attending is because it is an essential social convention."
"Okay okay, just get in the car."
About 8 hours and 4 long winded lectures about the dangers of consuming too much alcohol later, they were finally in Vegas. It was really hard for Jim to not strangle Bones and leave him on the side of the road somewhere in the desert. The only reason he hadn't considered doing that to Spock was that it would be hard to have the chance to date someone who was buzzard food.
"Dammit Jim, slow the fuck down!" the more likely piece of buzzard food shouted.
"I agree, the speed you are currently going is at least 11mph over the posted limit," Spock chimed in, leaning closer from his position in the backseat. Their guest of honor had been conked out for the last 3 1/2 hours.
"We're here!" he shouted, swerving violently in front of the hotel entrance, shocking the valets and waking Scotty with a start.
"Finally," Bones was out of the car with his backpack in seconds flat.
"I recommend driving with more caution in the future. The last time I was in a car with you at the wheel it was the night after graduation. I had expected that your driving would have improved since then," Spock said, locking his gaze with Jim's through the rearview mirror. When he turned around, Kirk found that his face was merely inches away from Spock's and that Scotty had already gotten out of the car. He took a faltering breath and then moved to grab his duffle bag, cheek rubbing lightly against the other man's and their hands lightly touching for a moment as he picked up the bag. He must have imagined Spock's sharp intake of breath.
"Sorry," he said softly as he leaned back up. Spock didn't respond, and soon they all had their luggage and the valet was driving off with the Jeep.
"I cannae believe you still have that car!" Scotty exclaimed as they watched it disappear around the corner.
"Don't diss the car, man," Jim joked as they walked into the hotel. "Reservation for James T. Kirk," he said as he walked up to the counter. The clerk took a moment to look up some things on the computer.
"Ah yes, here are your keys sir," she replied, looking him up and down as she handed him the four keycards. He couldn't help but smirk.
"Thanks, hun," he said with a smile before turning around and walking back over to his friends, keycards raised in the air, "Let's do this!"
"I fail to see why you are so excited about procuring a hotel room," Spock said in the elevator after Jim had hit the button for their floor and subtly turned so that the others weren't in view of the controls.
"I dunno, I'm excited. If anyone can throw a bachelor party it's Jim Kirk, eh?" Scotty smiled and Bones just shrugged in agreement.
"Well of course by that logic-" Spock was cut off by the ding of the elevator finally reaching their floor.
"Took long enough," Bones commented, walking out of the elevator and directly into a ridiculously large hotel room. "Holy shit Jim."
"You cannae afford to get a new car but you rent us the penthouse suite?!" Scotty said, astonishment coating his words as he slowly walked into the room.
"Scotty is correct, Jim. It is an illogical use of money," Spock said, stopping next to where Jim was leaning against the wall and watching his two friends marveling at their quarters for the weekend.
"Hey, it's not just for Scotty. I've always wanted to stay in the Enterprise suite here. Plus, when else are we all going to be in Vegas together?" he asked, turning toward Spock and vehemently resisting the urge to lay a hand on the other man's shoulder. Every time he touched Spock it was just like another needle stuck into his heart. Why he couldn't get over him, Kirk didn't understand. They had never even been together, which made the whole thing even sadder. Bones frequently advised him to just cut Spock out of his life for good, but that was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Jim..." Spock started, but trailed off. The look he gave him was unreadable before he tightened his grip on his suitcase and went to choose a room.
After sighing and taking a deep breath, Jim did the same.
"Hey Spock, looks like we're suite mates!" Scotty said good-naturedly as he walked into their shared bathroom to deposit his toiletries.
"It would appear so," he replied, not looking up. He shouldn't have agreed to come to this illogical event. A weekend of partying was the last thing he wanted to do, and spending any time with James Tiberius Kirk was never good for his emotional control.
"Spock?"
He looked up, not having realized that Mont- Scotty had been trying to speak to him. "Yes?"
"Are you alright, mate?" the Scotsman asked, walking into his suite and sitting next to him on the bed, where he had been reorganizing his suitcase after changing into his clothes for the evening.
"Yes, I am adequate," he replied tensely, closing his suitcase and sitting it on the floor next to the nightstand.
"Are you sure? Is it Jim?"
Spock was immediately taken aback by his friend's accuracy. To the best of his knowledge, neither Montgomery or Leonard knew of the hidden infatuation he had had for Jim since university. Apparently his face gave away more than he had intended, because without having given a reply, Scotty nodded gravely and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Uhura told me a few years back about the circumstances of you too breaking up back at school. Aye, it's unfortunate that the two of yeh haven't been able to-"
"I appreciate your concern Scotty, but I do not wish to discuss this matter any further," Spock interrupted, standing from the bed and turning towards the door. "I believe the others are awaiting our arrival to begin your celebration," he added, not wanting to offend the other man with his terseness. He had never been one to discuss his personal issues with others, preferring to meditate on his thoughts instead of receiving advice from his friends.
"Well we best not keep 'em waiting," Scotty replied, a smile returning to his face as he followed Spock out of the room and back into the main living area.
"Took you two long enough!" Kirk laughed, standing up from where he had been sprawled out on the couch. It continually amazed him how one man could manage to make every surface he sat on to appear so comfortable. Once he was standing, though, Spock's attention was wrapped up in other things.
Jim had dressed himself in a pair of slim fitting distressed black jeans that Spock could recall him buying pristinely new and tear free when he had convinced him to come shopping with him 3 years ago. How he had managed to keep them from fading yet ruin them at the same time was beyond his comprehension. Many things involving Jim Kirk were a mystery - a characteristic that stubbornly attracted him even more to the man. Jim also wore a black on black stripped dress shirt, a gold undershirt peeking out of the unbuttoned collar. It seemed almost impossible for him to avert his eyes, but he eventually managed. He had, however, missed the conversation that had been occurring while his attention had been otherwise involved.
"Sound like a plan, Spock?" Jim asked.
"Of course it doesn't, he's just coming along anyway," McCoy said, saving him from asking them to repeat their itinerary. He supposed it wouldn't be too terrible to 'go with the flow' as it were. With that, the doctor steered him into the elevator, Jim and Scotty following. To say he was apprehensive would be a great understatement.