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Dr. Leonard McCoy ([personal profile] leftwithmybones) wrote2015-06-30 09:38 pm

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When he'd agreed to this, it had seemed like a good idea. Some drinks, maybe some relaxing, and he'd end the night a little sore, a little sore-eared, but probably for the better. Now, though, he's rethinking how much of a good idea this all is. The music is loud and McCoy has the suspicion that they've stumbled into a gay bar for their second stop of the night. Not that he's upset with that, but he's a lot worse at navigating one-night-stands with men (especially when he doesn't have love spells to help him).

He's coping with alcohol -- probably not the best idea, but hell, it's working. He's managed to nab a slightly quieter section away from the crowd, adjusting his green henley as he peers out over the dancing crowd for a girl that's lurking here for Jim. He's honestly not sure he could stand watching Jim go home with another guy, especially not if he'll be a room away.

"What are you thinking?" he asks above the music. "You wanna move on?"
to_boldly: (Amenable.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-07-07 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothin'!" Jim shouts back, closing his eyes as Bones' clever hand guides him back into rhythm with only a touch. For once, he's not out to prove anything, except maybe that his lungs can still hold a full breath of air, that his heart can still race with something more than grief, that there's still light in the world, even if that world is only a fishbowl.

Jim slings an arm around Bones' neck and keeps him close, laughing a little as the music picks up. "Blank check, Bones. Just dance."
to_boldly: (Closed eyes.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-07-07 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim leans into the touch, stubble scraping at the callouses of Bones' palm, and his smile softens. He's allowed himself so little contact for so long, not even the fists he sometimes needs for Bones' sake, and this small reminder that he's not alone feels so good. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jim knows that before the night is through, he's going to kiss Bones again.

And if it feels like the last time, the rest of their time here is going to be a lot different.
to_boldly: (HANDSOME.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-07-07 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim laughs again as Bones lets go, soft and happy, curling his fingers through the short hairs at Bones' nape. They move together, this time as easy as breathing, and when the song changes, Jim lets instinct drive him. He turns Bones, slipping an arm around his waist as he tugs Bones back against his chest, nose dragging against Bones' shoulder as Jim bends and breathes him in, sweat and bourbon and the laundry detergent they bought together.