[For Scotty]

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy isn't sure what to make of the Island in general, but he knows now more than ever that he generally hates it. Little surly gods of love running around with messages? Yeah, not exactly his idea of paradise. He's made it to the morning of the fifteenth, though, and has wandered out to the main room, knocking on Spock's door. "Spock?" he calls out. "Spock, I'm going to get breakfast, I'll bring you back some tea."

With no audible response (or one too quiet for him to dignify), he sets off on a path that'll take him by Scotty's place. If nothing else, maybe he can have some decent company while he gets something to eat and celebrates the fact that he survived a chintzy holiday created for no better reason than to sell chocolates and cards. He arrives and waits outside, not bothering to even knock. "Scotty!" he calls, voice decently loud. "It's morning, c'mon, let's go eat!"

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Oh, great. Scotty had been perfectly happy where he was, and had planned to spend another hour or two just lounging in bed. It wasn't as if he was needed anywhere in a great hurry.

He briefly considered pulling his sheets over his head and waiting for McCoy to go away, but knowing McCoy, he'd just bash the door in and stand at the end of his bed, glaring. And he'd worked hard on that door.

With a sigh, Scotty got up and slouched his way to the door, carefully stepping over the junk strewn across the floor.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, as he opened the door, "D'ye have to always be such a -" Looking up into his friend's eyes, Scotty stopped short, his previous ill feeling entirely forgotten. How come he'd never noticed before that McCoy was beautiful?

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McCoy rolls his eyes. "For god's sake, Scotty, isn't it a little early to be..." he starts, inclining his gaze down from the bright sun to try and tell time and stops in his damn tracks when he catches one good look at the other man.

And god dammit, he's definitely blushing. And well, who wouldn't be, when the object of your affection (how did McCoy not notice, how did he spend so long in denial over this?) is looking at you like that and calling you beautiful. "Aw, hell, you don't think so. Do you?" He's blushing. God's honest truth, he is blushing and his heart's beating like a rabbit's pace in his chest. "I mean, god, someone as gorgeous as you thinking that...? A man's gotta wonder."

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Aw, damn, did he say that out loud? And did McCoy just call him gorgeous? Scotty had been called many things in his life, and some of them were even complimentary, but he couldn't remember ever being called gorgeous.

He didn't know if it was the heat or not, but there was a blush rising on McCoy's face that made Scotty just want to wrap his arms around him and cuddle him senseless. And then maybe do other things, but he didn't want to get ahead of himself.

"Aye," he said breathlessly. All his extremities were tingling and he didn't know if it were the heat, his hunger or the sudden excitement of it all that was making him so dizzy. "Aye... you're a beautiful man, McCoy."

He swallowed, hard, wondering how far he could venture. "I've got some food in the pantry. I could make ye breakfast right here." He glanced away, embarrassed. "If ye wanted."

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McCoy's feet were taking him forwards and he's sure that somewhere deep down, his own volition's got a vote in that, but he's pretty much trying to make sense of the way his head is swimming and his heart is beating faster and everything is so bright and alive and he's forgotten all about his earlier troubles. "Yeah?" he exhales. "Well, I can't say no to you. Just, no more haggis, Scotty," he begs. "Especially not for breakfast."

Breakfast, of course, puts the image of breakfast with Scotty after a night of...well, anything, and it only puts more of a spring in his step.

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"Of course not," Scotty said, just about forcing himself not to skip over the to the cupboard where he kept his supplies. "I wouldn't inflict that on ye. Anyway, I ate the last of it myself."

He worked fast, shooting anxious glances over his shoulder back to where McCoy was.

"I don't have much, I'm afraid," he said, pouring out two glasses of orange juice. "Jam sandwiches alright?" He made several rounds, and then, after some thought, performed some alterations to the ones he was about to give to McCoy. It always paid to put some effort in, right? He just hoped McCoy would think it cute and not pathetic. He'd hate to blow his chances now, when McCoy was being so nice all of a sudden.

"Here ye go," he said, laying down the results in front of McCoy. "I cut yours in the shape of a heart. D'ye like it?"

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McCoy glances down to see a heart and normally there'd be an insult or two tripping off his tongue, but this is from Scotty, which means that it's got a lot more meaning. "Well, now that I have your heart," he teases, biting his lip and feeling pretty twitterpated. "Thanks, Scotty. Really," he insists, clearing his throat as he settles down in the chair and sprawls his legs out. "C'mon, sit. You're gonna make me feel like a leper."

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"Aw, I wouldn't want to do that," Scotty said, sitting down opposite McCoy. Normally he ate his food without much regard to neatness or what other people thought of him, but this time, he was careful to be delicate about it, trying with great concentration to not spray crumbs everywhere.

He took a sip of his juice, wiped his mouth and said,

"Got any plans for today?" He glanced away. "'Cause I was thinking, maybe, we could hang out, or something."

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When Scotty sits down, McCoy leans just forward enough to slip his shoe off and to start playing around with Scotty's calf, paying attention to the man in all the ways he feels like he really deserves. "No plans," he murmurs, affecting a low and pleased tone as he stares at him. "I'd love to do something with you, though."

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When Scotty felt McCoy's foot sliding up along his leg, it was all he could do not to squeak. Keep it smooth, he told himself, fighting back the urge to break into a high-pitched gabble and instead managing to say,

"Well, I hadn't really thought it out, but we could, I don't know - walk on the beach, maybe, or explore the forest? Maybe later I can make ye a meal. There's not really anywhere fancy to go round here, which is a shame."

It was getting harder to think straight, anyhow, with tingles of excitement shooting from his ankle upwards and his heart in his throat.

"If I had a boat and I knew how to sail, we could go find that other island I heard somebody talk about. But we don't and I can't so that's out of the question and - am I talking too much? I'm talking too much, aren't I?"

Scotty sighed. He was really terribly out of practice, he dreaded to think what McCoy must think of him. "What do you want to do?"

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McCoy's intent on sliding his foot further up Scotty's calf, a low laugh escaping his lips as he leans forward and tries to keep Scotty's attention on him so he can keep looking into those eyes of his. McCoy is in serious danger here because he really loves looking at him and doesn't ever want to stop. "I just want to hear that beautiful brogue of yours some more. Don't stop talking."

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"Aye, er, well, I think I can do that," Scotty said, a little flustered, wondering when exactly that foot was going to stop and rather hoping that it wouldn't. He leaned in, determinedly meeting McCoy's gaze, wanting to lose himself in those eyes so he could stop panicking about blowing his chances with this wonderful, exciting man.

"Though I don't know what I'd talk to ye about. I'd tell ye about home, but it's been so long since I've been there I've started to forget what it looks like, and I'd tell ye about the Enterprise but my favourite stories would bore ye rigid. I'd tell ye about the stars, but the ones around here act all strange, and I'd tell ye about the laws of physics but they don't seem to apply around here."

He took a deep breath before saying his next line, wondering if it was too corny, and eventually deciding there was no such thing as too corny when you were with somebody you loved.

"And I'd tell ye how beautiful and clever you are, but I'm no poet and I wouldn't have the words." His gaze dropped to McCoy's lips. "But I could show my appreciation in a different way, if you'd allow it."

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Every word that Scotty says drives more passion and excitement into McCoy's heart and makes him sure that he's made the right choice in listening to his heart. This incredible man wants to talk to him and McCoy just wants to tell him how much he loves him. He knows that it's out of nowhere, but he feels so absolutely sure that it can't possibly be a mistake! "A different way, huh?" he breathlessly asks. "I'd be an idiot not to ask what kind of way you're thinking about."

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Why ask, when you can show? Carefully, legs shaking, Scotty got up, leaned across the table and cupped McCoy's face with his hand. He paused, just for a moment, drawing out the anticipation, then closed the gap and kissed him.

He'd read in books about silly things like fireworks going off behind your eyes, but he'd never felt anything like that until now. He was still in the shirt he slept in and hadn't brushed his teeth and he'd placed his other hand right in what was left of his sandwich, and he didn't care at all, because he was kissing McCoy and that was amazing.

The Morning After

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The first thing McCoy notices is that his head is hurting like a goddamn sonovabitch. The second thing he notices is that he's not alone. The third thing? He pries off the bedsheets and finds that yes, he's in his boxers, but there's evidence of sex.

Which makes it real awkward when he sees that he's woken up beside Scotty and that there's likely to be one hell of a conversation to be had. He sits up and tries to fix his mussed hair, but it doesn't do much at all, so he abandons that hope and grabs at his pajamas, sliding into them and glancing around.

Thank god that they're not at his hut. The last thing he needs is to explain this to Spock. "Scotty," McCoy growls. "Wake up."

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"Mmm?" Scotty mumbled. He didn't want to wake up; he was feeling lovely and warm and rested, after one of the best nights he'd had in years. A few moments later, he realised who was speaking and remembered who exactly he'd spent that night with, and then he wasn't feeling lovely and warm and rested at all.

"Nng," he grunted, pulling himself upright, all too aware of how (and where) he ached. He looked through bleary eyes at McCoy, who had clearly returned to his usual self given by the expression on his face. Scotty swallowed hard, not exactly easy given how dry his mouth and throat were. "Aw, fuck."

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McCoy grabs at his shirt and pulls it on, knowing that he probably still looks like a damn mess because his hair is refusing to go down an inch and he reeks of...well, it. Apparently his body has no goddamn problem performing when under some kind of sick love spell. "Whatever happened yesterday was clearly some kind of drug-fueled alien-type bad voodoo," he spits out.

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"Aye, I'll go with that," Scotty said, rubbing at his head, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. It was far too early in the morning for this.

"Y'know, in the Academy, they did warn us that this sort of thing might happen. Y'know, always look after your drinks and don't sniff any funny flowers on alien planets or else you might end up in an orgy with all your co-workers, kind of thing," he ventured. Of course, 'sex pollen' and all that had always been a running joke, a tongue-in-cheek way of explaining a bad one-night stand. It was downright scary actually being taken over like that.

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McCoy isn't exactly in a laughing mood so he just glowers sternly in Scotty's direction, pacing back and forth with his arms wrapped around his torso tightly and tensely. "Are you clean?" he demands, trying to run through the most important points first.

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Scotty was briefly annoyed at the implication he couldn't be trusted, but no, it's a fair question, and trust a doctor to think of it first.

"Aye," he nodded, "Ye tested me after I first arrived on the Enterprise, and, well... well, this is the first time since that." It'd been a very long time; he'd been a bit frustrated even before his exile, and there'd been no chances then (he liked Keenser, but no), and he'd not been on the Enterprise long enough to make any real headway with anyone new.

"What about you?"

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"I get myself tested every six months just in case," McCoy assures, sometimes more often because he never knows what patients are carrying into Medical and he wants to be careful. He rubs his hand over his face and only succeeds in messing up his hair a little more. "Well, fuck me twice," he sighs, drawl heavy. "You're back to your wits? Nothing lingering?"

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Scotty looked McCoy up and down, and felt precisely nothing of the terrifyingly powerful lust that'd occupied him all of yesterday.

"Don't flatter yourself," he muttered. "That was island madness and ye know it. Pheromones in the air or something." He stretched, wincing as something in his back made a nasty popping noise. What had he being doing all night? His brain filled in the details, and the wince became a cringe.

"Anyway, it's all out of our systems now. Hopefully."

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"I have no idea if it's lingering, doesn't hurt to ask," he points out, voice terse and his body tight like it might explode at any second if he lets himself think about what happened. "Suffice to say," he notes evenly. "Let's consider that proposal rescinded, yeah?"

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Scotty managed an awkward chuckle.

"Wouldn't have expected ye to keep on with it," he said. "I know ye didn't mean anything ye said yesterday. I didn't mean it either. I mean, I enjoy your company, but... look, it wasn't us doing any of that."

He got up out of bed at last, stretching his aching limbs, keen to go somewhere else and find a suitable distraction.

"Let's just forget it ever happened, eh?"

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"Yeah, friends is probably the best bet," McCoy agrees, feeling at least decent now that he's wearing his own clothes again, even though he feels like he's fucked up in about a dozen ways. One look at Scotty has him cringing and hoping for complete repression of this. "I'm game to forget if you are."

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"Then that's agreed, then," Scotty said, picking up a t-shirt from the floor and hastily pulling it on, feeling far too exposed for his liking. "This never happened and we're not going to talk about it and everything's going to be fine. Right?"