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Once the speeches end, McCoy waits for the crowd to disperse and for people to move on to whatever comes next. As far as he's concerned, what comes next is waiting for Jim to come down from all the restless energy that he's probably buzzing with. Hell, the man's bad enough with a failure on his back, but a success makes him all the more dangerous. He ought to have put some kind of contingency plan into action so no one comes out of this hurt.

He's eased against a tree near the back of the stage, thinking about the productions that he's seen in his time here and how he's graduated to watching political events live. There was a time a year ago when he didn't think he'd even make it out of the house most days, let alone be present for something like this.

When the crowd's thinned out enough, he pushes away from the tree and catches up to Jim, falling into step at his side. "I'm giving you five free minutes to let your ego out," he says. "So use it wisely."

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"Hey!" Jim barks, directing the grin he's been aiming at the entirety of their surroundings - dispersing crowd, stage, trees, a monkey - at Bones instead. "That went pretty well, right?" He moves to Bones left side as they walk, and then his right, and then his left again, apparently unable to keep still, even when already in motion.

"I answered everyone's questions, even the fussy ones."

Sometimes, Jim is actually one very small leap away from being an overexcited golden retriever. McCoy tamps down the urge to reach out and pet him into submission. "I think I was the fussiest question you got," he points out, smirking slightly because he knows he's not getting away with this. "And yeah, Jim, you did good. Pike would be proud."

It's one of few names that, when invoked, can shut Jim up, and now it has the same effect. Jim falls silent, some of that nervous energy eking away, but only as long as it takes him to direct a soft smile at the ground. "I hope so," he says, bouncing upright again, "Thanks, Bones. And you were totally the fussiest, why are you busting my chops, anyway?"

"Because I wanted people to know what you're about," he says firmly, wanting him to understand that it's in his best interests. He glances around him, makes sure that nobody else is around (or, more specifically, creepily watching) before he reaches out for Jim's shirt, hauling him in tighter, standing toe to toe and pressed up against him. "You don't like fussy?"

"I like fussy," says Jim, and he'd been breathless before, sucking down air just to talk and talk and talk, but now he's breathless for another reason. He leans in, soaking up Bones' warmth despite the excited flush still lingering on his skin.

"You know I love to argue," he says, brushing their noses together.

McCoy takes the time to look at the space between them, brushing his lips over Jim's forehead slowly as he wraps an arm around Jim's back. "You love to be a contrary bastard," he agrees with a grunt. "You know, if Uhura were here, she'd be giving you this look," he says. "You like arguing like it's an Olympic sport."

"Oh, that look," Jim murmurs, eyes closing for the press of Bones' lips to his skin. "I like that look. Always gave me the worst hard-ons at the Academy. Really inconvenient, because the - well, you remember. Tiny ass desks, way too close to your lap."

He cuts himself off, grinning.

"Yes, that look," McCoy murmurs, shaking his head as he presses his fingers to Jim's neck and eases him back. "You're so goddamn lucky that Spock didn't decide to deck you flat for the inappropriate way that you looked at his girl," he says. "Or that Vulcan nerve-pinch thing. I'm still trying to learn it."

"His fault for not telling me she was his girl until we were probably about to die," Jim replies. "Even then he didn't tell me, just kind of made out with her on the transport pad. It was awkward. Although...if we make it back, it'll be you kissing me goodbye on the platform," he adds with a smirk.

"You wish," McCoy says with a disbelieving look. "Like I'd do anything like that in front of Scotty? The man has a mouth the size of the Enterprise, everyone would know exactly how much tongue I use within thirty seconds. No, if we make it back, you'll get your goodbyes in your private quarters, followed by a stern warning to bring your away team back in good condition. I realize it's nice to test my newbies on how proper triage works, but I kind of get tired of seeing injuries," he says without even taking a breath, scoffing. "I felt bad for Spock, when he was here. Uhura not knowing they were together like that? Hell, it'd be like you not knowing who I was."

"Yeah," Jim exhales, smile fading. If he didn't know Bones, if Bones didn't know him..."Yeah, it'd be rough." Stepping back, he can't help but keep his grip on the other man's sleeve. "It'd be a nightmare."

Well, that's not a look he's ever liked. McCoy slides his palm up Jim's cheek, brushing his thumb lightly against the soft skin there. "Hey," he says, low and firm. "I'm right here and I know exactly who you are. You're Jim Kirk, the constant pain in my ass and the genius I can't live without. I'm just glad this place knows better than to mess with us on that."

"For now," Jim sighs, pushing his stubble against Bones' familiar, calloused touch. "I meant what I said up there, Bones. We're at this place's mercy. I just want to be - I just want to give us all as much autonomy, as much protection against this place's whims as I can."

"I don't think picking apples and taking the tide's habits into account are gonna ward off the crazy crap this place seems to be throwing at them. "I mean, god speed if you want to throw clean energy in the island's face, but I think it only knows how to be an asshole in reply."

"I know that," Jim replies, wrapping his hand around Bones', "I can't stop it turning me into a woman, or whatever it wants to do. But the stuff I can change...I need to do that, Bones. I'm not going to just roll over. I need to be doing something."

Well, he knows that this is a very serious conversation, but Jim's gone and placed ideas in his mind about him being turned into a girl and well, McCoy has some very naughty thoughts in his mind about what he'd do with that kind of sitation. "You're on your way to doing something right now," he praises. "Running for Council, giving a speech like that. So, what're you going to be doing now, Captain Kirk?"

"I don't know," says Jim, but he's clearly warming to the topic if the slow-spreading grin on his face is any indication. "Maybe seeing how long I can get away with calling you my First Lady."

McCoy shoots Jim a wary look. "Try it. Try it once and see what happens," he drawls with a warning look in Jim's direction, a smirk on his lips as he practically dares him to do it.

Jim considers, shifting from foot to foot, then grabs Bones' face in both hands, kisses him like he's been dying to ever since he first hopped down from the stage. Then, since he's not sure he'd be allowed to kiss him if he said it first, adds, "You've got a pretty mouth, First Lady."

He laughs, just this once, and threads his fingers around to the nape of Jim's neck to haul him closer, slanting into a more aggressive kiss as soon as he gets labelled First Lady, nipping at Jim's lower lip like that's gonna teach him any kind of lesson. "If we're going by pretty mouths, yours is the prettiest," he points out breathlessly.

"If mouths were all it took," Jim agrees, sinking his fingers into Bones' hair, as much to hold himself up as to hold Bones near, "We'd be a power couple."

If someone told him that he'd be feeling like a teenager all over again, swept up in the desperate need to do nothing more than touch and grope and kiss and maul Jim in any way whatsoever, he wouldn't believe them. That, or he'd think that he'd been dosed with something. Still, this is what's happening as McCoy pushes and prods, getting Jim to the nearest tree so he can shove him up against that rough bark, manhandling Jim's shirt until he can get his hands under, splayed at his back to keep Jim close at hand while they kiss and kiss and kiss some more.

"Y'know, I ran for Council once," he says breathlessly, easing back to get a breath in. "Professional rep. I lost because I wasn't pretty enough."

"What?" Jim gasps, scrabbling at the hem of Bones' shirt like the hands against his own have given him permission, unsatisfied until his fingers are spread against the smooth, warm skin of Bones' abdomen.

"That's crazy, that's - " Tucking his face beneath Bones' ear, Jim sets his lips to his throat. "What are they, blind?"

"Straight," he breathes out, pushing his torso forward into Jim's touch, his whole body arching into it. "Besides, my girlfriend won, so I couldn't be too upset. Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten laid for months," he murmurs, breathing in past the hot spikes of heat assaulting him care of Jim's lips. "I would've been a terrible rep. I'm too preoccupied with my own damn work."

"Smart," Jim mumbles into his stubble, "Strategy, good idea, but just so you know." Sliding his hand down the back of Bones' pants, Jim helps himself to a handful of pleasantly rounded backside, "I wouldn't be jealous. And I would definitely blow you under your councilly desk."