Title: In the Privacy of Bowls
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters/Pairing: McCoy/Kirk
Rating: PG-13 for language
Notes: For a prompt from st_xi_kink: Bones/Kirk: If anyone ever finds out they'll deny it, but every so often they spend the night locked in their quarters slowdancing to 20th century love songs. Un-beta'd. Song is here on youtube for those of you who want to have some background music. Title from the Cole Porter song "Let's Do It."



"Computer, start music."

The orchestra swells and the first familiar verse reaches their ears. Bones smiles at him and holds out his hand.

"Shall we?"

Jim grins at him.

"Do I ever say no?"

They cross to the center of the captain's quarters and come together in the familiar pose with Jim's head resting on Bones' shoulder. They sway slowly in time to the music.

"The shadows fall and spread their mystic charms in the hush of night while you're in my arms..."

Neither of them can really say when their repeated drunken one night stands first evolved into an actual relationship, nor can either of them recall when exactly it was that they had picked up this ritual. But sometime between the "ohmigod we are actually able to fuck every night without awkward sober realizations upon waking up" and now, they've mellowed out. Fucking became making love (although neither of them would admit it) and knocking back several drinks after their respective shifts a few times a week became...this.

"You fill my eager heart with such desire; every kiss you give sets my soul on fire..."

At first it had been awkward (neither of them had ever tried this without a woman) and surprising (Bones still couldn't believe that Jim actually knew how to dance). But they had eventually found their own rhythm, and now it comes as second nature to them, with Jim falling into Bones and Bones leaning and pressing his weight lightly against Jim.

"The touch of your hand is like heaven, a heaven that I've never known..."

If anyone ever finds out they'll deny it, of course, but neither of them can deny that sometimes, after a particularly gruesome day, the only thing that either of them wants to do is fall into the others' arms. It's evolved past simply the sex (although the sex is great, Jim would contend) to the point where the two of them derive comfort simply from each other's presence, regardless of where they are or what they may have to face in the morning.

And it feels good. It feels like home.

"I give myself in sweet surrender. My one and only love..."