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: In which Kirk lives up to his obligations.
Through A Mirror Darkly
Teris Xenite
McCoy woke the next morning, and winced as he stretched. He looked around the room groggily and soon his eyes landed on Kirk. "Good morning. It's about time that you woke up." Kirk smiled as he looked up from the data pad that he was reading. Kirk leaned over and pressed a kiss to McCoy's lips. "You look like you had a rough night doctor."
"What can I say this guy I've been seeing lately is a demanding bastard." McCoy was noticing that Kirk seemed to find his traditional sarcastic attitude acceptable, and this quip seemed to be no exception. Which was good, given that if he hadn't McCoy would have been in deep trouble as holding his tongue had never been his strong suit.
"Never said I wasn't, but seriously it looks like you could use a little bit of TLC." Kirk threaded his fingers through McCoy's hair, and pressed his lips to McCoy's forehead. "Come on, we're going to see if a shower helps, then we'll see about some breakfast. Sound like a plan?"
Ok, that so wasn't what he'd expected this morning. "As good as any." Kirk helped McCoy from the bed, noting the stiffness with which his partner moved. He placed a stabilizing hand on his back, and gently led him towards the bath room.
"The shower will help, I promise." At the puzzled look McCoy shot him he smiled. "I told you that you did very well, I could tell that you really meant it when you said you were sorry. So the unpleasant part is over. Part of this is punishing you when you break a fundamental rule, the only one that I've given you so far. The other is making sure that you're alright afterwards."
"You're aware of how fucked up that sounds right?"
"Not really, I may not always give you what you want. But I will always give you what you need. I will take care of you, and you will enjoy this if you let yourself. At any point during this have I broke my word to you?" Kirk met his eyes and waited while he considered the question, and when McCoy remained silent as he was unable to come up with an instance he continued. "Didn't think so. Now to the shower with you, you'll feel much more human afterwards I promise."
He steered McCoy under the steaming spray, and proceeded to lather his hands tracing up along McCoy's back to the tightly clenched muscles of his shoulders and neck. Strong hands kneaded the knots away as McCoy groaned. "I'm beginning to think that you're constitutionally incapable of relaxing doctor. We'll have to work on that." The soapy hands trailed across McCoy's chest and then approached his neither regions. McCoy hissed as the hands touched his tender ass, and winced visibly when they tentatively probed his entrance.
"Looks like it's another application of Galia's magic tonic after this then."
"Galia?"
"Her planet's primary export for centuries has been sex slaves. Do you really think that over the years they haven't developed some folk remedies for times when things get a little heated?"
"Hadn't ever really thought about it, but it does make sense. So the rumor about the two of you was true I take it."
"Which one the one where we were having hot monkey sex on every surface available at the academy or the one where she begged me to spare Spock for Nyota's sake?"
"Either?"
"Yes to the first, no to the second I had my own reasons for that one. And on the subject of our time at the academy, I've got to admit I'm very curious as to precisely how you kept that delectable ass of yours off the market. I've already seen that you suck at hand to hand, so what gives?"
At this McCoy shrugged."Access to deadly poisons. Stab the first couple guys who try with a hypo that makes their dick turn purple and develop bleeding pustules people tend to leave you alone. Doesn't hurt that the knuckle draggers are scarred shitless of medical, I played that up too." Kirk noticed that McCoy suddenly seemed interested in the patterns of tile above his shoulder.
"Mhh, but I wasn't scared of you. And you never stabbed me with a hypo either, never even threatened too. Why not? What aren't you telling me?" Kirk was fairly certain that he knew where this was going, and he was looking forward to hearing McCoy admit it.
"There may have been a rumor going around that you and I were together." McCoy didn't meet his eyes when he admitted this, and seemed almost shy about it.
"And I take it that you didn't do anything to disabuse people of this notion. Including not sending me away when people were watching, which explains a lot."
"I neither confirmed or denied." McCoy hedged.
"Which everyone took to be a confirmation especially when you factored in the amount of time we spent together. And knowing my temper and what happens when people cross me, they left you alone."
"For the most part yes."
Kirk pulled him in for a deep kiss, and only stopping when both of them were completely breathless, smirked. "It's always nice when a plan comes together."
"Plan?" McCoy looked at him mouth agape. "You planned that?"
"McCoy do you really think that a rumor went around the academy about who I was sleeping with without ever reaching me?" Kirk asked him voice pitched slow and suggestive.
"So you knew? Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Because it was effective, and kept me off of Pike's shit list. There were only so many times he'd let me get away with murder." He grinned. "Not only did I know about the rumor McCoy I'm the one that started it."
"You're unbelievable."
"About time you made an honest man out of me."
"It's gonna take a lot more than little old me to manage that."
"I suppose we'll see now won't we." He brushed his fingers across the nape of McCoy's neck making him shiver, and then leaned in for a kiss. McCoy felt himself begin to melt at the touch and hated himself for his weakness. But then he supposed, Kirk did have a mouth that had brought far harder men to their knees if the looks that Spock Prime furtively kept shooting Kirk were any indication. "Come on, time to get you set up with some of Galia's special brew."
McCoy allowed Kirk to lead him to center of the bathroom and towel him dry, still reeling from the fact that Kirk had been seriously interested in him for so long. Gentle hands bent him over the vanity and rubbed the ointment into the abused skin. McCoy sighed as the ointment began to soothe the ache, and the fingers that had stretched him previously rubbed the remedy deep inside him. He began panting as the fingers pressed against that pleasurable nub. "That's right. Watch yourself McCoy, watch yourself while I make you come."
Kirk's hand reached around and his eyes held McCoy's in the mirror as he grabbed his dick and started jerking him off all the while stimulating his prostate. "Feels good doesn't baby?" McCoy's deep groans were music to his ears, and Kirk smiled. "That's it, I know you're close." The combination of the cooling powers of the ointment, the fingers pressing into his sweet spot, and the hand on his dick had McCoy panting and moaning, even while he hated himself for it. His jaw clenched and he tried not to be excited by Kirk's touch, but the touch felt so good, and before Kirk it had been so very long.
"Come on McCoy stop fighting it so hard, you're so hard that you've got to be hurting. Let go." Kirk leaned into McCoy's ears and whispered. "Come on McCoy, come with my hand on your dick, and my fingers in your ass." McCoy stiffened and with a few more pulls he spilled in Kirk's hand. He closed his eyes in shame and set his cheek on the counter.
Kirk in the meantime made a show of licking McCoy's come from his fingers with the accompanying sound effects that made McCoy shudder. "Now Bones, look at me." He tapped McCoy's cheek with his fingers. And he pulled him up to face him. "Come on, open your eyes for me." When chocolate eyes met azure ones, Kirk continued. "Do you know why I had you watch that?"
"Because you're a narcissist?" McCoy growled, wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor.
"No, because I wanted you to see how amazing you look when you let go. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Everything about you belongs to me now, which means that when I give you an orgasm, let go and enjoy it."
"Why do you give a fuck if I enjoy this?" McCoy growled.
"Because if I wanted someone who'd lie back and think of England I'd have married one of those empty headed society bitches my mother's friends keep introducing me to." He pressed McCoy into the wall, and gave him a scorching kiss. McCoy couldn't help himself and the hatred that he felt for himself and Kirk both showed in his eyes.
"See there, that's what I mean. You might hate me, but that doesn't' change the fact that you want me. Doesn't change the fact that I can make you come like you never have before. And even when you can't stand me, you can't hide your emotions worth a damn, so I never have to worry if you're lying." He stroked along McCoy's chin, and let his fingers trail over the marks that he'd left in their previous encounter. "I'm going to fuck you McCoy, and whether you want to or not, you will enjoy it. Now, go order breakfast. I'll be in shortly."
AN: Ok so I'd planned to introduce Wynona in this chapter. Kirk had other ideas, and was damn persuasive about it. The next few chapters will introduce Kirk's mom, and another member of McCoy's family, as well as somebody from McCoy's past. As a side note you have no idea how weird it feels to be writing smut in my head while in the Magic Kingdom. As always if you liked it, please let me know.
Next Chapter: More Kirk and his Bones, and possibly Wynona who's very intrigued by the fact that her son has finally brought someone home so to speak.