Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I own nothing interesting. All I've got is my bones, must be why I like McCoy so much.
AN: AU of Through A Mirror Darkly, where cruel circumstances bring McCoy into Kirk's care far sooner than in Through A Mirror Darkly.
Bought and Paid For
Teris Xenite
Kirk waved the key card in front of the door sensor and opened the door to their home away from home for the weekend. McCoy hoped that Kirk wasn't watching him too closely, because his mouth dropped as he took in the space. The floors were polished hardwood that gleamed in the tastefully appointed light. Antique rugs expertly preserved cushioned the floor beneath his feet, and the windows provided a clear view of the San Francisco Bay. Fresh cut flowers were arranged around the room, and there was a large fireplace across from what had to be the biggest bed that McCoy had ever seen.
He gulped at the thought of what was to come, and reminded himself that he could in fact do this. Didn't have a choice really, so might as well stop wallowing about it. It did him little good to dwell on the fact that what Kirk had paid for this room for the night likely would have kept McCoy in comfort for a month. It didn't do to dwell on the fact that he'd done nothing to deserve the fall from grace that he'd suffered, or the fact that the world he lived in rewarded those who took and destroyed and punished those who created and gave. Such thoughts really were dangerous, and should be avoided if he wanted to live to see thirty-five.
The world had never been a fair place, and only children and fools expected it to be. He had to admit that the evening was going far better than he'd had any reason to expect up unto this point. And if he had to do this, there were worse people to end up doing it with. Kirk might have been known for the ruthless way that he dispatched enemies, but he was also famous for his godlike skills in bed. And McCoy had to admit, that he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes.
As if sensing McCoy's thoughts Kirk turned towards him and smiled. "Come on, you must be freezing. Let's see if we can't get you out of those wet clothes and get you warmed up, huh?" Kirk held out a hand to him and looked at him expectantly with a raised eyebrow. After a second's pause, and a firm reminder to his nerves to shut the fuck up thank you very much, McCoy took the offered hand. Kirk smiled and led McCoy to a bathroom as richly appointed as the bedroom had been. Kirk let go of McCoy's hand and with a deft flick of the wrist began filling the large jacuzzi tub with water.
He turned back to McCoy and the smile on his face and the warmth in his eyes took McCoy by surprise. He hadn't expected to be treated to gentle hands this night, or soft glances, and now that he was he wasn't quite sure how to proceed. Kirk stepped into his space, and McCoy resisted the urge to lean into the warmth that radiated from Kirk. Kirk slid calloused hands under McCoy's tight shirt, and inched the wet fabric up and over McCoy's head before dropping it to the marble floor with a wet plop.
McCoy toed off his shoes and kicked them across the room, and almost jumped at the feel of the cool stone beneath his bare feet. He'd forgone socks in an attempt to make undressing for the evening easier, and was glad of it now, as the idea of hopping awkwardly on one foot in front of Kirk was one that he did not want to contemplate. Fingers that had already proven their skill to him once this evening undid the button and zipper of his jeans, and in what seemed like an instant he stood completely bare to Kirk's gaze.
Kirk smiled, and pressed a soft and almost affectionate kiss to McCoy's lips before giving him a gentle shove towards the now steaming water. "Very, very nice. Now in you go." McCoy stepped into the water and could not help a contented sigh as he was surrounded by the comforting feeling of wet warmth that seemed to invade every pore and burn away the persistent chill brought about by the damp San Francisco air. He crossed to the far side of the tub, and turned still facing Kirk as he sat.
The water came up to his shoulders but it was more than just the heat of the water that made his cheeks flush. Once he was settled in the bath, Kirk met and held his eyes, and slowly began discarding his own clothes. He envied the man his confident grin, and the ease with which he disrobed. Not, mind you, that the poster boy of the fleet had anything to be ashamed of in the looks department. As his shirt was removed, McCoy was treated to the sight of chiseled abs and strong broad shoulders. Faint scars stood as testament to the fact that Kirk had not reached the level of success he currently enjoyed without bloodshed.
His chest tapered into a trim waist, above slim hips, with a thin trail of sandy blond hair breaking the smoothness of the sculpted stomach, and leading McCoy's eyes to the waistband of Kirk's pants. With a satisfied smile and quick hands Kirk divested himself of his pants and shoes as well, before joining McCoy in the steaming bath. The tub was easily large enough to accommodate them and several friends should they so desire, but Kirk took advantage of the confined space to settle in next to McCoy.
Kirk was pleased with the response his impromptu strip tease had created, as while McCoy wasn't actively pursuing him he hadn't turned away from the sight either. The blush on McCoy's cheeks was endearing, and Kirk realized that aside from the fact that he'd been married, he knew little enough about McCoy's sexual history. The way that he'd chosen to support himself after his fall from grace was enough of an indication that he at least found the company of another man preferable to death, but the vibes that McCoy was sending off screamed neophyte.
Not that Kirk minded the doctor's inexperience in the least. He was in fact dearly looking forward to teaching him anything that he might need to learn, and refreshing any skills that may have lapsed due to underuse. He considered briefly the idea that McCoy might in fact be a virgin, so extreme was his lack of confidence in this area, but then dismissed the idea as preposterous. Inexperienced perhaps, but no one made it through a full education in the Empire, much less several years at Starfleet without some sort of experience. Especially not someone as attractive as the good doctor was.
Kirk decided that it was better for him not to get his hopes up, he'd soon learn about the extent of McCoy's experience. And if he should happen to be an innocent despite all the reasons against expecting it, well Kirk had always been a lucky son of a bitch. For the moment, Kirk frowned as he took in the slim frame before him. His clothing had concealed just how thin McCoy had gotten since he'd left Starfleet. It wasn't to the point of emaciated, and Kirk had seen plenty of people far worse off, but he still made a mental note to see to it that McCoy got several good meals in his system before their stay here was over.
Kirk noticed that McCoy had begun to look increasingly uncomfortable, and figured that the silent contemplation he'd been engaging in had unnerved the doctor. He reached over and gave McCoy's shoulder a squeeze, cursing to himself as the man tensed beneath his touch. "Hey now, take it easy. If I intended to hurt you, I'd have done it back in the ally, not brought you some place with thousand thread count sheets and a hot tub. I intend to make this good for you too, all you have to do is let me."
Kirk traced soothing circles on McCoy's back, and pulled him in for a gentle kiss, pleased when McCoy didn't resist. While his mouth was occupied, Kirk's hand darted out and grabbed a sponge and pulling away from McCoy gestured for him to tilt his head back. He wet down McCoy's hair, and depositing the sponge back on the side of the tub spread his hands with some of the luxurious shampoo that the hotel had provided. His fingers rubbed the suds into McCoy's scalp, and after a few minutes he felt the man begin to relax as his fingers massaged the sensitive skin. When he had McCoy unknowingly arching into the touch he rinsed his hands, and then retrieved the sponge to rinse McCoy's hair.
Having finished with his hair, Kirk left the sponge floating in the water, and coating his hands with body wash began paying attention to McCoy's neck, shoulders and chest. These actions served multiple purposes, first it set McCoy more at ease with him and accustomed him to Kirk's touch, second it allowed Kirk to manipulate a body that he'd admired from a far for many years, and lastly it allowed him to insure that McCoy was properly cleansed before he took him into his bed. Not, of course, that he doubted the doctor's hygiene practices, but he'd not been living in the best of conditions as of late and Kirk would be shocked if the flop McCoy had found for himself had hot water.
Having cleansed the upper part of McCoy's body, Kirk allowed his hands to wander beneath the water ghosting over McCoy's hips, caressing his thighs, and finally sliding well soaped hands back to McCoy's ass. McCoy enjoyed the gentle caresses, or at least gave a damn good impression of doing so. And he didn't balk when Kirk kneaded the cheeks of his ass, when he palmed and pressed against the firm orbs. However, when Kirk stroked McCoy's entrance, not only was there not the reticence that he'd expected, there was no reaction at all. Kirk tried again, another stroke at the tight pucker, but still no reaction from McCoy.
"You didn't feel that did you?" Kirk asked, carefully keeping his voice level. Another few light touches that McCoy didn't respond to, and his hypothesis was confirmed. "What did you use?" McCoy shifted under his gaze uncomfortably, and looked rather disconcerted about being found out. "McCoy, I'm not an idiot, I can tell you used some kind of numbing agent, now what was it?"
"Topical anesthetic." Kirk felt the bottom drop out of his stomach, this tendency towards self deprecation was beginning to border on self-harm and was starting to concern him. If someone else had picked McCoy up tonight, the damage done to the man in front of him could and most likely would have been considerable. This would never do.
"And how long approximately until it wears off?" This was said in a less even tone, because try as he might he couldn't maintain an unaffected demeanor when faced with this.
"A few hours, more or less." McCoy shrugged still not able to comprehend why Kirk was so concerned about this. After all it didn't affect his pleasure, and it wasn't like it rendered McCoy's ass unusable.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been? Don't get me wrong, I understand that you're new at this, and that you had good reason to be leery as chances of you getting picked up by someone who gave a damn if this was pleasant for you were pretty damn low. I understand that short term this would save you discomfort, but damn it McCoy that pain exists for a reason. You could have gotten yourself killed!"
McCoy froze under the angry tone of Kirk's voice, and considered that he might have a point. He'd panicked at the thought of what was to come, and theoretically the course of action he took shouldn't have put him a risk for more than some minor tearing and soreness the next day. But he'd forgotten to contemplate the more extreme ends of the spectrum before he'd applied the numbing agent.
"Ever had to treat someone for peritonitis, McCoy?" A slow nod as the danger that Kirk had mentioned crystallized in McCoy's mind. "Then you know it's a lousy, painful way to die. Never do something like that again." He met and held McCoy's eyes and when he didn't get a response he shook him roughly. "Never again, McCoy, promise me."
McCoy nodded, and swallowed thickly. Then moved away from Kirk, making his way from the tub. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm leaving. It's obvious that you've got qualms about fucking me while I'm in this condition. In case it escaped your notice, Jim, I'm a whore. Don't exactly have much reason to stick around if there's no business to be done, now do I? And heaven forbid you not get your money's worth."
Kirk growled in frustration and grabbed McCoy bringing him back into the water. "Did I ask you to leave?" McCoy shook his head. "Didn't think so. I'm sure we can figure out some way to keep ourselves entertained until the numbness wears off. In the meantime if I hear you refer to yourself as a whore again tonight so help me god I will gag you, are we clear?"
"Well if not that, what would you call it?" McCoy looked at him trying to process the enigma that was James T. Kirk. The man had flat out called him a whore on the street, but had taken offense when McCoy used the term. He'd agreed to pay for McCoy's services, yet so far he'd asked for nothing save that McCoy be receptive to receiving pleasure. This made no sense.
Kirk frowned and shook his head. "McCoy, what am I going to do with you? For once in your life just accept that something good has happened to you, and don't look a gift horse in the mouth." Kirk stood, and stepped from the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist before extending a hand to McCoy. "Well since sex is going to have to wait a few hours, let's see if this place has anything fit to eat. You could use some meat on those bones of yours." And as Kirk helped him out of the tub, and wrapped McCoy in a thick cushy robe, he couldn't help but wonder when the other shoe was going to drop.
Nothing in this world came for free, and not knowing the price for the small kindnesses he was receiving made him wary. But as Kirk shoved him into a plush chair, and pushed a glass of fine bourbon into his hands, he decided that as there was little he could do about the future, he might as well enjoy the moment. After all the price that would accompany this fine treatment would be exacted from him regardless, so might as well enjoy the reward if he was going to end up with the punishment in either case.
AN: So no sex in this chapter, but some seriously pissed off Jim. I assure you McCoy's in for quite a treat when Jim does take him in hand so to speak. As a side note, numbing agents prior to anal sex is a really, really bad idea. As Kirk notes, pain exists for a reason, circumvent it at your own peril. Thanks for reading, and as always I look forward to hearing from you!
Next up: Wining, dining, and an abundance of feeling.