A/N: Chapter 2 Whooooo! Yeah so I really like writing this. I'm just hoping it's still in character, and not as choppy as it seems in my brain. Please enjoy.
Warnings: None, there's some fluffyness, and some of Bones' dance moves, other than that, you've been warned. P:
Songs Used: Burning Ring of Fire Both Cash's version and Social Distortion's cover and Adam Lambert's Fever from For Your Entertainment.
Chapter Two
Burning Ring of Fire versus Fever
Bones was soundly asleep the next morning, shifting around in bed until he was woken up by Jim who had taken up his couch for the evening.
Blue Eyes scooted in bed with his best friend and ran a hand through his hair. "Don't make me sing the 'Good Morning' song like they do at summer camp. "He mumbled while worming closer to the warm body.
"Why are you always so hot Bones? I mean, besides the fact you're gorgeous. You're like a heater."
Bones pulled Jim closer and hid his head against the blonde's own. "Cut it out Jim. Either shut up and enjoy it or get outta' my bed." He garbled in sleep-speech.
Jim decided to go with the former and kept his big trap shut as the doctor huffed in his sleep.
Kirk chuckled a bit and again lifted the dark hair away from the tan forehead, this made the doctor scrunch up his face and conceal said face against his friend's side.
"Stoppit." he whined, in a very undignified manner.
Jim let out a tinkling laugh and kissed his forehead. "We gotta' be presentable for the day, doctor. I gotta' head home and shower and crap."
"Yanno you can do that here darlin'" He murmured, voice husky with sleep. "Communal clothes are in the…top drawer." he yawned the last bit before rolling over and stretching, letting out a sigh.
Jim patted his stomach and the doctor curled into a ball like an armadillo. "Goddammit Jim!" he growled, smacking the blonde's hand away.
"What?" the blonde asked innocently.
"You know exactly what! Go shower before I kick yer ass!" he hollered and shoved Jim out of the bed, giving him a playful slap, the blonde yelped and ran to go do as he was told.
Bones drifted in and out of sleep. The green eared hobgoblin's face was phasing in and out of his thoughts.
He had piqued his interest with what he played, the way he looked as he spun his' vinyls and his head phones precariously perched over one ear, chocolate bar hanging out of his lips.
Those lips that had been quirked up in a private smile for the doctor.
He was going to analyze this angelic face some more but a plume of steam wafted into his room and a towel clad Jim sat on the edge of his bed.
"I may have used all the hot water again, so you can snooze for a minute."
Bones nodded and yawned again, covering his mouth, "Hard to sleep when you're talking my ear off darlin'." he mumbled with a smirk. Poking fun, this friendly banter was the usual routine that took place between the two.
"Bones?"
"Yeah Jim?" he turned to look at him, somehow he managed to change in jeans and a gold v-neck shirt, making his skin glow, and blue eyes pop.
"Just wondering if you had a good time last night."
"Yeah, it was better than I thought it would be." He answered, "Guess I've got you to thank for that." he smirked at his friend.
"You don't have to, you know I just want you to have fun old man," He grinned back and laid his head on the middle of McCoy's sheet clad back, where it had that wonderfully sculpted dip.
"Yeah, it was nice kid." Bones gave a final stretch and got out of bed to shower and dress, hot water finally built back up and scrubbing himself down.
Once he was clean he stepped out, dressing in the bathroom, and face shaven for the moment.
He used the towel around his neck to sop up the water from his hair as Jim pulled on tennis shoes and gave his friend another smile.
Bones pulled on a pair of boots to go with another button down shirt, sleeves pushed up and jeans threadbare, because they were honestly his favorite pair.
"What's the plan for today?" He asked as he headed for the kitchen, Jim in tow. The doctor began to brew a pot of coffee.
"Well, since Spock is coming over later, we should probably run to the market to grab supplies for snacks and lunch. I know for a fact, your fridge is a barren wasteland.
Later tonight Spock and I both have to work. Of course, you're invited to come along again. " Jim went to look for something in the fridge and pulled out an apple, seeing as all the shelves were empty, taking a bite he spoke again. "By the way, how in the hell do you live? You don't have like any food, ever."
McCoy chuckled. "We go out to eat all the time Jimmy." answered the doctor, "And you and I both know we can cook, we're just lazy asses. I might stay for an hour or so, I have an early shift in the morning'."
"Awesome, now one final inevitable question before we head out to the market."
"What's that?" Bones held his breath unsure if Jim was going to ask something about the Vulcan, but then all was well once he spoke.
"What kind of movies are we going to watch?" Bones shook his head and shrugged.
"Hell if I know. Knowing you, probably something that's testosterone induced with a lot of boobs and other full frontal nudity of the like."
"Bones, I'm not bringing over my porn collection. Spock wouldn't approve."
The doctor rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket and keys - despite not needing them, more of a security blanket than anything- shooing Jim out of the house with him as the blonde nudged his friend while they walked down the stairs.
The elevator was constantly broken, so they always took the stairs, and they were led out into the street to head to the farmer's market on the corner of the next block.
Once there, It was easy, just talking to Jim amongst the vegetables they picked out, he was about to go to the meat counter when Kirk gave his arm a tug, "Spock's a vegetarian, remember?"
"Oh yeah…well then I'll just substitute the meat for something else I guess. No big deal."
He grabbed steak mushrooms, rather than the Kobe beef he was going to use for the burger patties, then some olive oil to grill them in.
Going to the condiments aisle Jim idly swung the basket with their supplies as he studied his doctor friend use his surgical precision to plan a meal for a nice day in.
He had the sudden urge to laugh, but repressed it. Bones wouldn't appreciate it. Instead of grabbing the usual culprits of mustard and ketchup he grabbed mayonnaise, and Barbeque sauce, then came the international food aisle…which expanded to the Galaxy aisle, with imported goods from other planets and other parts of the continent and the world, kinda' included everything known to man after First Contact.. He found his canned chipotle peppers in an adobo sauce and smirked.
"I'll take the basket and pay, you go get the beer?" Jim beamed at him and skipped off and as an afterthought McCoy shouted down the aisle. "And some chocolate!"
They paid for their order with their arms full of collapsible grocery bags and a fine six pack of beer before heading back to Bones apartment.
"Go pick out some movies and grab the Vulcan while I cook Jimmy boy."
"Is that your polite way of saying you don't want me in the kitchen?"
"Naw, well maybe. Just do as I say dammit! I don't want distractions."
"Awww I distract you?"
"Constantly."
"Is it because-"
"If you say anything having to do with your physical appearance I swear I'll-"
"I was going to say my charm and ability to hold an intelligent conversation. Relax Bonesey, I'll go pick up Spock and those promised movies, see ya in an hour or so." Leonard nodded and saluted the Blonde as he took to the streets, heeding the doctor's orders.
Bones kicked off his boots, bare feet on the wood floors and he spun around in the kitchen, getting the meal started.
He easily chopped up the vegetables to go on top of the veggie-like burgers. Using steak mushrooms instead of hamburger meat.
McCoy left out some raw onions and decided to sauté the others before he popped some pre-made onion rings into the oven. He would have made them himself but he was short on time.
He cleaned off his mushrooms before drizzling them with olive oil and basting them with garlic and back pepper before placing them on the small stovetop grill he got sometime as a house warming gift when he moved in.
The beer was being chilled in the freezer as the chocolate was set in a cool spot in his pantry.
He tossed the onions in the pan and checked up on the mushrooms as he hummed softly to himself.
Leonard pulled out the onion rings when the oven dinged, and tasted one, figuring they were crisp enough he cut a loaf of French bread he already had in stock and grated fresh parmesan over it after painting on some more garlic butter and popping that into the broiler his humming at some point morphing into singing.
His southern drawl making some vowels more pronounced but fit beautifully with the country tune.
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
He flipped over the mushrooms, cracking more pepper to the other side as he stirred his chipotle barbeque mayonnaise, quite vigorously before he scooped it into the blender to finely mince and incorporate the chipotle peppers.
Bones hoped Spock didn't have a cat's tongue, when it came to heat. If anything he could dilute it with more mayo.
His checked on his French bread in the perfect amount of time, it just had that golden layer on the top. McCoy slipped a mitt on and pulled it out of the oven, to set on the countertop.
Next thing was to pop in the sweet potato fries- a favorite of both Jim and Leonard's- already mixing in a packet of ranch dip to the sour cream tub, before moving back to his steak mushrooms.
Bones' voice carried throughout the house along with the sizzle of mushrooms and his onions sautéing in the pan next to the small stove-top grill.
The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild
Everything was done for the most part and he didn't pay mind to someone entering the code for his apartment. More lines of the tune passing his lips and he started placing the cheese slices on the mushrooms, getting them nice and melted as he sung rather loudly a spatula under his well sculpted lips to pass as a microphone.
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
Spock and Jim silently watched as the medical doctor danced his way through the kitchen, sliding a bit on the floor before taking the fries out of the over and making everything presentable on plates and a platter.
Spock opened his mouth to speak, but Jim placed an arm out holding his hand up and his other hand to his lips to silence his friend.
The Vulcan was kind of awed again by the actual dancing that came into play. Chaine turns, but the doctor then did a leap to the freezer pulling out beers and the chocolate from the cabinet as he sang the last few pieces of the song.
Jim would interrupt once it was over. He knew it was one of the Doctor's favorites.
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
There were more graceful bounds as he scooped the sauce from the blender into little serving bowls and placed them on the plates. This meal didn't really require silverware but he grabbed knives to spread the sauce on the whole wheat buns.
Bones laid out the condiments and toppings, took the onions out of the pan and onto the platter with the rest. His voice more confident and gravelly as it reverted back to southern drawl, almost sounding like an alien language.
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down(down), Down(down), Down(down)
And The Flames Went Higher Higher Higher
Spock couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of the doctor. As if he needed more of a reason to harbor feelings for this man. Not only could he dance, he sang and cooked?
There had to be a flaw somewhere…
Sure the guy was cranky, but something else. Spock couldn't place his finger on it. He felt the compulsion to find out more. Find out the story.
There had to be one, the words that were sung were with truth. Had this man been burned by such a fire?
By who?
The Hybrid was determined to find out.
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire And It Burns
I Went Down(down), Down(down), Down(down)
And The Flames Went Higher Higher Higher
After all was said and done he was applauded and his eyes widened, nearly doe-like and his neck and cheeks began to flush. "Didn't uh, know you were back Jimmy."
"Yup, got the movies, and brought our friend here." He patted Spock on the shoulder and smirked. "Didn't know lunch was going to include a show."
"Shut it Jim! You should've knocked!" He growled back.
"And interrupt?! Are you kidding me? That was gold. I wish I had my camera."
"Oh hell no."
Both men stared at each other for a moment, but ended up in laughter. Bones gave a gravelly chuckle and Jim's laugh light and tinkling.
Spock blinked and McCoy was the first to come to his senses. He cleared his throat and offered Spock a plate.
"Here, time to get eatin'." He drawled, giving Spock a gentle push to his shoulder to get him into the kitchen.
The Vulcan tensed under the slightly cooler hand and had to step away otherwise he'd easily melt into it.
Jim grabbed his own pate and sniffed the scents off all the cook food that swirled in the kitchen.
"It smells great Bones."
"Thanks," He looked over at Spock that was inspecting the toppings before placing some on top of his mushroom burger.
He cleared his throat to prevent himself from laughing a bit and explained what they were eating, more for the Vulcan's benefit than anything else.
"Well, we're havin' steak mushrooms, instead of burger meat, and there's garlic bread, onion rings, and also sweet potato fries. Along with stuff to go atop and some sauces. So eat up."
Spock inclined his head in his version of a nod. "I find the menu most agreeable with my eating habits. Thank you for taking them into consideration McCoy."
"Uh, you're welcome."
Everyone grabbed what they wanted and brought the bigger plates of fries, rings, and bread to the coffee table in the living room.
Jim popped in the first movie to the blu-ray player and sat back down, all of them taking a bite of their food.
Bones was nervous; he hadn't cooked in what seemed like ages. Not since he was a husband.
His heart clenched painfully at the thought. He needed to comm. Joanna soon.
It was his week next week to have his baby girl. A small smile crept up at that as Jim let out a sound of appreciation from a home-cooked meal.
"Jesus Bones! Ya sure you're a doctor? This is delicious." He took another bite of his burger and washed it down with a bit of beer.
"I must concur with Jim's sentiment."
"Well, thanks guys. Glad it's good."
"It's amazing." Jim's eyes rolled and his face was content.
Bones smiled a bit more. "Alright Jimmy." He took another bite of his own. It wasn't too bad. Wasn't bad for a vegetarian meal…he was a meat kind of guy. The mushroom made a nice substitute.
After they finished up Bones was cleaning off the collected trays when the hybrid followed him into the small kitchen to help.
Jim stretched out on the couch and sighed, getting comfortable on the love seat on the side to watch the movie.
"Don't be long now." he mumbled eyes drifting closed.
Leonard shook his head when he spotted the Vulcan out of the corner of his eyes, black sleeves of his turtleneck rolled up to reveal pale, smooth skin, olive toned from the copper in his blood.. "I can clean up, I made the mess."
"I insist. I took part in the consumption of the meal."
Bones held the heel of a soapy palm to his forehead and laughed. "You're about as stubborn as me. Alright. I'll soap 'em up and you can rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher."
Spock gave another minute nod and did as instructed.
Bones handed him the soapy plates and other such dishes as Spock rinsed them off, elbows bumping every once in a while and a mumbled apology from one or the other. It seemed that both men were reveling in the feel of the other, the texture of skin, the different pigment, the heat or coolness depending on who you were talking to.
McCoy handed a small bowl and green fingers were clasped over tan ones, to get a grasp on the small dish.
McCoy cleared his throat and ducked his head, letting go for Spock to take fully.
So many emotions.
This human was warring with himself constantly.
He'd never felt so many opposing thoughts and emotions thrum through him before. It nearly took his breath away.
Why was this man so conflicted?
Bones gave him a curious look, a brow raised before taking the next bowl, fingers brushing again and his face heating to a bright green.
This time the doctor was slightly calmer inside and out, but Spock could still feel it. That war he was constantly waging with himself.
It made him want to fully grasp the man. Demand to know what made him this way. To help…It was compulsive and human, and not right.
"You alright?" he asked softly, hazel eyes, more green today looking into his brown pair.
Spock nodded and pulled his sleeves back down.
Bones patted his shoulder quickly before handing him a towel to dry his hands on and grabbing one for himself. He started the dishwasher and walked back into the living room.
The doctor shook his head at the sight before him. Jim was sprawled out on the loveseat, legs all akimbo and snoring lightly. He walked over and covered the younger male with the afghan on the back of the chair and settled on the one centered in front of the television and patted the spot next to him for the hybrid to sit.
Spock glided forward and slipped down onto the couch, giving enough space between as what humans deemed was "personal" a bubble they often used to not be crowded by others.
Leonard's seemed poppable.
He was basically handing Spock the needle, daring him to encroach on his space.
Spock could tell from the look in the doctor's eyes, the casual glance asked for more than casual things. How he could tell he was not sure.
The man generally exuded off in waves for others to stay away, but at home in this environment…it was different.
How could someone be so different?
Spock's brows furrowed in thought as he looked at the screen, not paying any attention to what was actually playing.
One of Leonard's arms was thrown over the back while the other held the beer he had been nursing. He leaned forward to offer Spock the chocolate he had Jim procure earlier. They were individually wrapped truffles, each in a different colored foil.
"Figured if we were drinking, you might as well too…in a sense." he gave a shrug and leaned back again, eyebrow raised at the screen. "What is this shit?"
Spock picked up the empty box off the table, still debating over whether to eat one of the truffles. "A romantic comedy by the title of Just My Luck."
"Leave it to Jim. I swear that kid has the weirdest tastes." Leonard shook his head and shot an affectionately exasperated glance to his sleeping friend.
Spock nodded, "Indeed." He looked down at the truffles of different types of chocolate in his lap.
"I ain't gonna' tell anyone," Leonard whispered. "And you most certainly don't have to eat them. I won't be offended. Just thought it would be enjoyable. I don't know how easily you get drunk."
"I will not become inebriated off of a few pieces, but perhaps I will save them for later this evening."
"Dandy with me darlin'."
Spock's heart skidded and sputtered in his side. It was a pet-name used for Jim often.
But himself?
This was absurd to be getting so worked up over simple and meaningless gestures. He was reading too much into this.
The movie continued, neither getting up to change it or really caring. The warmth of body heat emanating from both parties making the space quite enjoyable.
Bones got up to grab another beer and asked Spock if he wanted one. He declined of course and the brunette sat back down on the couch a bit closer this time unconsciously.
The doctor tipped back his beer, only on his second one and set it back on the coffee table before leaning back and sinking into the cushion, letting out a deep sigh.
He spread his legs apart and knocked his knee softly against Spock's.
Unsure of what to do the hybrid watched out of the corner of his eyes as the older man yawned and stretched a bit, his free hand at his side.
Slightly out of it, Bones didn't really notice what he did or he was blatantly ignoring it.
Although he had terrible bedside manner and hated people in general, there was something comforting about the other male next him, besides the higher temperature and heat rolling off him.
They went back to staring at the screen for a while both readjusting until their shoulders were touching along with their knees. Leonard would move a bit in his seat and stretch while Spock would simply lean forward to stretch his back before settling back down a bit closer than before.
Jim was out cold from working hard during most nights and his other job during the day when he wasn't at school he was a bus-boy at a diner down the street that prided themselves in being based off the decades of the past, fifties through the eighties each room a different theme and as cheesy as it would have been in the 21st century.
The blonde snored softly but lay quite still compared to the two that were still awake, like restless tall grass in a gentle breeze.
A little over halfway through the film Spock opened his mouth to speak in a hushed voice but Bones already knew the answer.
"It's down the hall to the left." he leaned in and murmured, cool breath swirling across Spock's face, the Vulcan rather enjoying the feeling. He nodded and set off to his task. Leonard stared at the screen blankly, trying not to think about what he was doing. Well aware of how close they were getting.
He was comfortable with it and that actually didn't sit well with him. Old memories coming to the surface.
But being damned to have a good time and relaxed. He told the voice of his father in the back of his head to screw off as he awaited the Vulcan's return.
If the feelings were mutual then so be it. He would deal with his entire fucking childhood trauma later.
The hybrid retuned to the couching sitting in one smooth motion.
Bones had his hand on the couch cushion palm up and as Spock sat his longer, slender hand laid atop his own, the skin warm and inviting.
Spock's eyes widened but he couldn't bring it upon himself to remove his hand or let go.
Both didn't even look down at their conjoined hands, just went back to their comfortable poses of knees knocking together and shoulders touching, with the wild card thrown into the mix.
Bones' body was thrumming. He had an urge to wrap the Vulcan up in his arms, to never let go. To do more than this hand holding business, it just seemed natural to move in and claim him.
Thoughts of him and Spock together blurring his vision, the emotions accompanying them strong. He felt lightheaded and dizzy.
He didn't know that Spock could feel all of it. The Vulcan could feel slight guilt welling up in him for being greedy and selfish, for wanting to know what Leonard was feeling. His mind screamed to cease all activities and leave.
To leave behind what he truly wanted most. Acceptance, friendship, something more?
No. Not this time. He would give into this simple gesture, although it nearly made his whole body wrack with shakes. This was much more intimate by Vulcan standards, but how could he not indulge the human when this was so…comfortable.
That's what it was. It was just pure and utter comfort. Contentment evident in both parties, McCoy allowed himself to slump a bit more in his seat and left his hand there, fingers wanting to grasp the others. Spock's head tilted towards the doctors.
Although Vulcans did not require much sleep Spock's eyelids were getting heavy. To be honest he had not slept at all the past few days on the account of the nerves he was aiming to suppress for premiering as a disk jockey at club Enterprise.
McCoy's hectic emotions slowly calmed and were soothing, like a balm to his heated skin.
Try as he may in his efforts to tell his body to stay awake. It was best not to push it beyond its limits. His mouth opened to speak but his head instead landed softly on a strong, broad shoulder.
Leonard peered out of the corner of his eyes at the sleeping face resting on his shoulder. He couldn't help the small smirk that was gracing his lips. He shifted and got more comfortable lying back a bit and Spock in his sleep moving to rest against his chest.
Ah what the hell? Might as well in enjoy it for the time being. The weight and warmth was comfortable, McCoy's eyes began to drift closed as soft music played form the main menu of the DVD.
The last thing he remembers is sprawling out with Spock against his chest and throwing another blanket over them, Vulcans got cold quite easily, right? He must've read it somewhere, dabbling a bit in xenobiology at the university.
It was warm and comfortable, and they were all pretty fucking tired, so no one really cared.
Jim stretched a bit and yawned from his couch, eyes fluttering open and sitting up a bit to stretch. "Sorry I missed the mo-" He stopped short at the sight before him.
Spock heavily leaning on McCoy's chest, the doctor's legs on both sides of the Vulcan, and an arm coming up to loosely wrap around his back.
The other pair arms were resting on the couch cushion, with their hands cupped together.
Jim couldn't help the sleepy, sly grin that slinked onto his face. Oh yeah, his plan was working alright. Far better than he expected.
These two needed each other, and he thought they'd balance each other out, also learn a thing or two in the process.
McCoy needed to let go of his memories from the past. Things that he'd done and couldn't forgive himself for, things his father never forgave him for…he couldn't let it eat away at him like Jim knew it did.
And Spock, he was different. Partially because of what he was but mostly because of who he was as a person. He needed to discover that emotions are okay when balanced out with logic. It was okay to feel, but like Jim had thought, this needed to be learned on one's own.
What better way than an overemotional human that would care for him dearly after he allowed himself to loosen up.
He watched as Bones sighed and shifted a bit, and Spock moved in accordance, settling closer and more completely onto the doctor's chest, lying so he was settled between the older man's legs, bodies touching and sharing warmth along with the transfer of emotions.
Jim grabbed his phone off the table and set the alarm so they could all wake up in an hour or so and prepare for the evening. He was about to toss it back onto the table when an idea popped into his head.
With such skill as one needs when doing devious acts he turned the camera on and clicked a picture of the two males. He snickered a bit.
He'd have to keep this for later down the line when he felt the need to show them how this all started because of him and worked out grandly.
Which it will as far as he can tell.
Jim was right quite often, and didn't believe in no-win scenarios.
After his dirty deed was done he laid back down, watching the easy rise and fall of their chests and relaxed, evened out, breathing before he himself followed he same pattern.
Jim's alarm went off and Spock was first to respond, turning the incessant beeping off, not having to move but his arm to turn the damn thing off.
His face had wound up in the crook of McCoy's neck and he grasped at his shirt with his free hand, like an infant would to a mother.
He wanted to remove himself from this person almost immediately. He also wanted to stay like this.
Almost in response to his thoughts Leonard pulled him back down and sighed deeply. "I can see those damn cogs turning in your head. Stop thinking so much." he drawled lazily and a bit huskily in his sleep induced state. His emotions were calm and happy, content for the moment, still that underlying fear and regret, guilt.
Spock cupped one of the doctor's cheeks to turn his face toward his own, hazel eyes opening up to the world in a brilliance of browns and greens.
"Thinking is only logical," He murmured, faces somewhat close.
"Not this time stretch, just relax."
"Then you must do the same as you request. Seeing as you are never fully at ease with yourself."
"What?" McCoy's heart strickened in his chest.
Spock had the decency to blush, "your emotions, when our skin comes in contact I can feel you…" He let his voice trail off as his thumb ran across the scruffed surface of McCoy's cheek before he took a breath and continued. "I am hoping you are not angered by what I did; I wish to know you better. A logical way is through your emotions. I may supress my own as a Vulcan but that does not mean I do not understand them."
He took another look into those entrancing hazel eyes, Leonard leaning into his touch.
"I'm not mad." he finally responded, and he wasn't really. He kind of was enthralled by it. Someone able to know exactly what he was feeling, he was wondering how it worked he concentrated on the hand on his face and could somehow feel Spock too, sending out calm and his other emotions that were hard to decipher as well.
"I can feel it too," he murmured back, giving Spock's hand that was still in his a gentle squeeze.
"Indeed, you have a high psi-rating."
"Kinda',"
He looked over at his sleeping friend who was now on his stomach, side of his face mashed into the pillow, and lips in a pout.
"We should probably wake the brat." He muttered, not wanting to let go…but I don't want to move, He thought with a sigh.
"It would be logical." Spock answered, not even attempting to relinquish his hold or begin to pull away from atop the doctor.
They laid there in comfortable silence for about another five minutes, simply laying together, their hands still touching together and bodies even closer, transferring back and forth different things, both being very careful not to exude the more complicated ones, just the simple happiness and comfort, along with that tension Spock always seemed to have and the stress and guilt Bones couldn't quite let go.
It was disturbed by the phone going off again. With a small huff Spock sat up and reached over to turn it off. Their hands were still held together as McCoy sat up too, heart clenching in his chest and the cool air touching him through his thin button-up shirt.
Jim's bright blues started to blink open as he stretched and groaned, kicking off the afghan as his jeans slung low.
"Time for work?" he yawned out.
"Yeah Jimmy, gotta' get a move-on."
"Alrighty."
As Jim sat up and started to become fully awake their hands were already apart and the contact was gone. McCoy trying not to pout about it, but it was just the best he'd felt in years.
His heart was lifted, only to be smashed back down and suffocated by his father's voice. "Right, uh." he scratched at the back of his head. "Go get changed Jimmy and I'll um, put on a different top once yer done boy." he ordered softly.
Jim nodded and slumped off the couch before standing and working his limbs some more to move to Bones' bedroom and get ready.
McCoy turned his head toward Spock unsure of what to say. "What are we doing?" he wondered, eyes on the brown pair, brows knitted together.
Spock offered his hand this time, and McCoy laid his flat upon it, no seizing fingers to wrap around it, no suffocating interlace of fingers. This was comfortable for both of them at this moment.
"I believe we are forming a friendship of sorts." Spock answered, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Are you okay with that? Seems like I barely knew you yesterday and now…"
"The time-span is irrelevant doctor. What is important is that we both share a common thread and that is enough to build upon this bond."
McCoy nodded and leaned back a bit.
"Okay, I'll take your word for it." He closed his eyes and sighed. "Are you ready for the evenin' darlin'?"
"I have brought with me a different set of pants to change into other than that, yes."
"I'll swap out shirts once Jimmy is prim and proper and then we can head out."
Spock inclined his head slightly and their hands slid apart when Spock's pointed ears picked up the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Jim stepped out of McCoy's room in dark wash jeans, a black tee and a pinstriped vest. He Smiled, blue eyes shining like they usually, did face happy.
Bones pushed off the couch, his own bones cracking and hips popping with the first few sways of his swagger.
Spock's eyes watched as he disappeared behind the door and Jim grinned, flopping onto the couch next to his other best friend, "have fun, as much as you can allow yourself anyways?"
"The afternoon was pleasant. I will not deny that."
Jim nodded and folded his arms behind his head. "Yeah, Bones is a good guy."
"Indeed."
Jim had to grin a little at that. He was going to say something else when the man they were talking about stepped out of the room, a tight navy blue t-shirt to go with his tanned boots and a medium wash of denim, not his threadbare jeans.
"Boys ready?" he offered, running a hand through his hair.
Spock grabbed his jeans that were folded neatly on the floor, from the side of the couch. "Just a moment." He entered the bathroom and came back out seconds later. Jeans exchanged for the coal pair, straight legged and fitting into short boots of his own that went half-way up his calf.
Bones eyes gave him the once over, the one every man gives in approval, but looked away quickly.
"Jim clapped his hands together and his voiced boomed. "Alright! Time to party."
Spock could have easily argued this statement, but chose not too. Instead he softly brushed shoulders with Leonard as he walked by him to get out the door.
Bones grabbed the unnecessary keys and followed them, locking the door with a code and the trotted down the stairs and into the night.
***
The club was pumping, music coming in and out in a rush. Jim could see his doctor friend out of the corner of his eye, knowing Spock was looking too in between spins.
A truffle in his mouth as the flavor filled his senses, cheeks extra green from the thought of the confectionary sugar being from the doctor.
He let it go and decided he'd wing a new song for the last one of the evening. Something he just downloaded and mixed on his open laptop, hearing it back before he blasted it through the stereo and thinking that a certain brunette would like it too.
There he goes
My baby walks so slow
Sexual tic-tac-toe
Yeah I know we both know
It isn't time, no
But could you be m-mine?
I fell into a burning ring of fire
Went down down down and the flames went higher
It burns burns burns that ring of fire that ring of fire
Bones' face lit up as he heard the familiar words with a more distinct rocker tune. He couldn't help the wide grin as he threw himself into his dancing again. This time Uhura and Gaila on the center stage with back-up dancers as Chapel was his partner once more, before she was led away by Jim and it was just him.
Him and Spock's eyes, a silent question. Was it so wrong that right now he waned to touch him? Wanted to do crazy things to the Vulcan so they could transfer all those emotions and heat and maybe more?
He decided to stop thinking about it and just dance, face in a private smile and ecstasy clearly printed across as he bit his lower lip and dipped to the floor before coming back up, shaking his ass better than a backup dancer in a Beyoncé video.
when hearts like ours me-
Just you, me and the bar
Silly ménage à trois, sometimes
The taste of love is sweet
I fell for you like a child
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Ohhh but the fire went wild
Jim could practically feel the tension between the two…the sexual tension. This was amazing. He didn't think this attraction would be so ferocious and primal. He grinned at Chapel and dipped her. "How's the plan coming along?" she asked in his ear.
"Take a look for yourself my dear." he said with a sly grin.
She looked over and blushed as the doctor started to do spins and fell out of them into something more dirty as he dipped and swayed.
"Oh my."
"I know, right? Like seriously. It should be illegal to let that man dance. He's insane.
Oh baby, light's on
But -I fell into a burning ring of fire
I'm sick of laying- down down down and the flames went higher
With this fever, -It burns burns burns-
My one and own
I wanna get you alone
Give you fever, fever, yeah
I fell into a burning ring of fire
Went down down down and the flames went higher
It burns burns burns that ring of fire that ring of fire
Spock looked directly at the doctor when the next line played beckoning him closer to his podium as he raised a brow. There was no scratching. No intermixed sound just straight up words, etching into McCoy's brain as he did fouette's seven or eight of them in a row, practically laughing as he did a stag leap out of the turns and ran his hands over his frame, lingering on his torso as he smirked back with an adventurous wink.
There it goes
You stole my soul and so
Cause, sweetheart
No-no-nobody a-kno-kno-knows me
Or can find me, ooh
Time to be m-mine, mine
Bones smiled and sauntered his way over to the stand, boldly getting closer, turns in perfect synchronization to the synthetic beats being repeated on a loop.
The doctor wore a lopsided grin, shimmying as his tight tee-shirt clung to his well defined body.
Let's get inside your car
Just you, me and the stars
when hearts like ours meet
I hide before you like a child
Ohhh but the fire went wild
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
I fell into a burning ring of fire
Went down down down and the flames went higher
It burns burns burns that ring of fire that ring of fire
Spock's lips quirked up into another smile, just for the one standing up close, and quite honestly giving him a show that outshined the dancers on the main stage.
He popped a round dark truffle into his mouth, pushing, it past his lips with a single finger, dark eyes twinkling somewhat mischievously as the blue and purple lights hit his black bowl cut and created a halo.
Leonard laughed as he spun and went back to his dirty dancing, moves that he made on the fly.
(One more time)
Oh baby, light's on
But you're mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone, hey
With this fever, fever, yeah
My one and own
I wanna get you alone
Give you fever, fever, yeah
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down(down), Down(down), Down(down)
And The Flames Went Higher Higher Higher
He was sweating and it was warm and he didn't quite frankly give a fuck who was watching or really cared for the fact that he could feel the burn from memories' past etched into his brain.
The brand that was forever in him, on him. It wouldn't be revealed tonight.
Tonight was just him and the Vulcan. A staring contest and a battle of music against dance, wordplay as a form of seduction in the form of lyrics and scratches and loops and vocals and a common beat.
You baby, oh baby, oh baby yeah, oh baby you're mine!
Baby you're mine, mine, you're mine
The Doctor's skin had a slight blush, the same for the disk jockey. This was insane, he shouldn't be doing this. Wanting this so badly, this connection, this man that wasn't emotional to hold his very own feelings in the palm of his green tinted hand.
Oh baby, light's on
But you're mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever, yeah
My one and own
I wanna get you alone
I got this fever that I can't sweat out
He could either squash them or he could do something with them, spin them on the turntable, or scratch them out till there was nothing left. Bones knew what Cash was saying.
Leonard McCoy had fallen too.
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down(down), Down(down), Down(down)
And The Flames Went Higher Higher Higher
Spock's skin was heated. That fever this American pop singer screamed about and stuttered on. It would consume him. This man with his insinuative dancing and his southern drawl.
More than that. His whole being drew Spock in. The doctor was grumpy and cynical and quite cantankerous but he made the Vulcan's body temperature rise and his heart stutter like Adam's words
And It Burns
Give you my f-f-fever, my f-fever
Give you my f-f-fever, my f-fever!
Give you fever, fever, yeah
Give you fever, fever, yeah!
By the end of the song they were both panting for air. The room had irrupted into applause as the kids stopped dancing, and showed their apppreciation.
Spock gave a Vylcan salute as the bell chimed and the guards were around the edge of the room, opening all doors for a safe exit, Sulu chaking for specifically wasted young adults to pull the car service around for them.
After everyone left the building it was a quiet calm as Chekov sweeped up a bit and Scotty cleaned his glasses.
"Another great night. If I do say so myself, Mr. Spock. I do believe you've really outdone yourself. Especially that one at the end. That was genious." Jim raved, offering the Vulcan a glass of water and slinging an arm around him.
Spock accepted the gratitude. "I must express my own appreciation for you allowing me to spin once more."
"Spock, I think you're gonna' be a permanent feature here." He smiled and bumped shoulders with him.
The Vulcan was a bit stunned but he recovered quickly. "I…thank you, Jim. It would be an honor." Jim smiled and waved the doctor over.
Bones smiled and took slow languid steps, his hips exaggerated.
"Quit showing off and get the fuck over here!" Jim shouted in mock anger.
Bones came over, arms folded across his chest. "What's up?"
Jim just grinned and was gonna' say something when Pike hollered at him to come upstairs. Jim rushed up the steps and left the group alone.
Spock started to walk away to go get his disks and his computer. McCoy followed and scratched the back of his head before speaking. "I uh, I liked the last song"
Spock reigned in his excitement only allowing tiny sparks of happiness to come through, he'd meditate later.
"I made it inbetween playing the set list for the evening."
"I'd heard that version before, because it's Jim's favorite, but you picked it up just from me singing…it was really neat."
"I could say the same again with the way you mix styles of dance, Jazz, Ballet and what humans call Hip-Hop?" The last was asked with a slanted brow raised.
Bones chuckled and noded, running his lower lip through his teeth. "Yeah."
"Are you self taught?"
Leonard froze for a moment, but then relaxed. "Can I tell you about it later? This really isn't the place for it."
This was not the place to talk about dance when they were indeed in a club? Who would not argue, simply catolague the reaction and store it away for later. He danced beautifully but he held a grudge against it. Almost anger and grief tinging his voice as the reply bubbled up.
McCoy looked at his watch and sighed, damn. If only he had more time, "Next week I can't come to the club…" His voice trailing off slightly.
Spock's heart dropped, had he done something wrong? Set off a landmine from a simple question. "My baby girl is coming to stay at my house. I can't exactly go clubbing with my daughter."
"You have a child?" He realized it was an obvious question after asking it.
"Yeah, I don't look like the type do I?"
"I would not assume such, just-"
"I'll start explaing stuff. I'm not lying to yu Spock. About anything." His neck flushed beofr ehe added more. "Earlier on the couch…that was…Dammit! I don't know how to describe it without sounding weird, so I'm just gonna' tell ya it felt damn good." He blushed furiously and pouted slightly.
Spock's heart fluttered, but made his face neutral.
"Can we talk tomarrow? After my shift? You're more than welcome to come over again."
"What about your baby?"
McCoy smacked his fore-head and chuckled. "She's seventeen. My fault for not mentioning that. She's just still a baby in my head. Jo will always will be my little girl."
"Fascinating."
Bones rolled his eyes.
Jim hollered from the top of the stairs that Pike was taking him home so Bones didn't have to worry and he nodded, waving goodbye.
The doctor stayed back for Spock to gather his things.
The cool air of the evening hit them and McCoy breathed it in, allowing it to rush into his lungs as he sighed and held out his hand for Spock. "Let me take you home?"
Spock gave a nod. "That would be most agreeable." His long, slim fingers were cupped in McCoy's broad, calloused ones as they headed into the night under the dim glow of streetlamps and parallel to slanted houses.
Spock already felt like he was home.
A/N: I'm sure ya'll are going WTF!? right about now. I hope you enjoyed this and reviews are always awesome and make me happy. =3