The BLTS Archive - Kirk/McCoy: Intermezzo: Better than Sleep
by Acidqueen (a.q@gmx.de)

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Author's Note: I wanted to write plotty K/S, and that's what
my muses gave me instead - a Kirk/McCoy PWP! Many thanks to Ayalesca 
for the beta! All remaining errors and flaws are mine.

Author's Note: Part of my K/Mc series. Sequel to '
Intermezzo -- Nothing Changed'.

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek, I own my brain.
No infringement is intended, and no money is being made.

Archive: My own website, ASCEM, all others ask, please.

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It was already late in the night, after a rather busy day
for the medical department, as twenty-six crewmembers had
fallen ill with a rare virus of the Edireae category. It had
taken most of the three shifts to even find out the cause of
the reported symptoms: seasickness, vomitus, distorted
vision and a few cases of persecution mania. There hadn't
been much to do for Kirk but sitting back in his chair and
hoping that McCoy and his team, with the help of Spock and
the biochemistry lab, would get to the bottom of this
quickly. Not exactly a situation he liked being in, feeling
his hands tied while his ship was endangered by a very
small, very hard to fight entity.

But now the latest of the hourly status reports from sickbay
had dropped in and signaled the end of Kirk's inner red
alert. The situation was well under control, the vaccine was
synthesized and would be distributed to everyone at the
start of the alpha shift. Every report had been signed by
McCoy himself, so it had been a long day for the doctor too.

Kirk yawned; he was tired, but also still a bit tense. Sleep
wouldn't come easy tonight, and maybe he should only try for
a nap; alpha shift was only three point five hours away. The
decision, however, was taken from him as the door bell
announced a nighttime visitor.

"Bones," Kirk said, a little surprised, as he opened the
door to his friend. "I thought you'd go to bed right away.
It's been a busy day on your side of the ship."

"It was," McCoy said as he entered, his exhaustion an almost
tangible field around him. "But I need a little unwinding
before I try to sleep, and when I saw that you were still
awake and reading my reports, I thought you might too."

"You're right." Kirk waved to the corner with the drinks.
"Help yourself."

"Thanks, not tonight," McCoy said. "Just got a shot of the
vaccine myself and need to stay clean for two hours."

"Oh." Kirk stopped in his own motion of getting a glassful
of whiskey. He really wouldve liked to have one, but
drinking alone wasn't fair to McCoy.

"Go ahead, Jim," McCoy ushered him on. "You earned it too. I
know you, it's not your preference to let others be in the
thick of things while you sit on the bridge and have to wait
for the outcome."

"Yes, I'd rather fight a Gorn," Kirk agreed and filled a
glass. "Or maybe not; it was a little too painful to be
fun." He eyed McCoy. "Why don't you sit down, Bones? Or even
better - help yourself to bed. You look tired."

"Well, yes, but…" Although McCoy had obviously come for
companionship, he seemed a little flustered over Kirk's
invitation.

"Make yourself comfortable, Bones. Please."

"All right." McCoy gave in and stripped down to his shorts.
"But shove me to the floor when I start snoring." He slipped
under the cover on the left side of the bed, keeping at the
edge.

"Last thing I'd do is get on the bad side of my CMO - or who
would fix me up next time I try my luck?" Kirk smiled. "I'll
be with you in a minute."

The minute became ten, thanks to finishing his drink,
refreshing himself, stripping, doing a last routine check on
the incoming status reports and having a second, smaller
drink just because he felt like it. At last, he set the
light to ten percent; that was enough illumination to allow
him instant activity, without disturbing his nightly rest.

By the time Kirk joined McCoy, his friend was asleep and
breathing so soundlessly that he checked if McCoy was even
still alive. Then he snuggled against the warm, relaxed body
and had some naughty thoughts, which he quickly discarded.
Bones had been really exhausted, and there would be other
nights in which they could work out their tension with some
physical activity.

Nevertheless, he enjoyed spooning McCoy and caressed the
shoulder blade in front of him. There was a little answering
grunt, but nothing else, so he quickly stopped before waking
up his companion, and fell asleep within minutes.

When Kirk woke up again, his time sense told him he hadn't
slept for long. There was a movement next to him, and he
whispered, "Bones?"

"Yes, Jim. Sorry for waking you up." There was a glitter of
blue as McCoy opened his eyes. The doctor was on his back,
head tilted towards Kirk.

"Restless?"

"Not exactly. It's more…ah well." Again, that slightly
flustered expression.

"What's the matter, Bones?" Kirk asked, getting alerted over
the doctor's strange behavior. "Anything about the illness
you didn't tell me?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. It's not a big danger, and
everything we found out is in the reports. It's not about
the ship."

"So - it's about you." Kirk deduced.

"Right."

"And what is it? Come on, spill it out."

McCoy turned all the way round, and as his erection pressed
into Kirk's groin, the captain understood at least part of
it.

"You came for sex but didn't want to keep me from sleeping?"
Kirk chuckled.

"I've been thinking about sex the whole damn week, and
whenever I thought I'd turn up here, something got in the
way. But it's not about that, really. More that I, ah…well,
I've been thinking of you being on top."

"On top?"

"Fucking me, Jim. The whole week I've been thinking of you,
captain, fucking me."

"But I thought that wasn't your preference," Kirk said.

"I thought so too. And the last time we tried, it wasn't
much fun either. But this time…I really want it. It's
driving me crazy. I even experimented a little."

"You did?" Kirk was surprised. "Well…I'm ready whenever you
are, Bones."

"But you barely had any sleep. Let's do it another night,
when we're not so tired."

Kirk grabbed McCoy's ass. "While you, doctor, were already
fast asleep, I spooned you and thought about the nice things
we could do. I'm more than ready to get something going, so
don't use me as an excuse if you don't want it to happen
now."

McCoy chuckled. His hand reached around Kirk's head, and he
pulled him into a brief kiss before moving lower with his
caresses. Soon they were all over each other, and turned on
like hell. There was no question anymore that sex was a lot
higher on their agenda tonight than sleep. More than once
they were close to coming, but they both managed to stop
short of orgasm. Even though it was getting harder every
minute.

"Still want it, Bones?" Kirk whispered as he released a
leaking cock from his lips.

"By god, yes," McCoy panted.

"Any preferred position?" Kirk asked.

"Don't know. What's most comfortable, in your opinion?"

Actually, Kirk thought, standing was the best position for
penetration from behind, but it was a rather distant
position - emotionally as well as physically - and not what
he wanted to give McCoy tonight.

"Let's put a pillow under your hips, that should work fine,"
Kirk said, and got an extra from under the bed. McCoy sat up
a little, his whole body flushed, and allowed Kirk to
maneuver the pillow under his hips. Tilted legs spread right
and left of Kirk's kneeling body, McCoy was readying himself
for the act.

"I'll start slowly, okay?" Kirk said and took a bottle of
lubricant.

"I trust you, Jim. You'll do just fine." McCoy smiled, his
lips slightly open in anticipation.

With soft caresses, Kirk distributed a fair amount of the
cool gel around and partly into McCoy's hole, probing a
little in and out in the process. McCoy's breathing got a
little harsher.  When everything was warm and relaxed again,
Kirk lubed the middle-finger of his right hand and very
slowly inserted it.

"Great, Jim, great," McCoy murmured, his palms at the side
of his groin, close to his erection without touching it.

Kirk slowly pulled out and pushed in again.

"Fine…fine…" McCoy whispered, encouraging. "Get going."

Kirk pursued the gentle penetration for some time, brushing
along the prostrate once in a while. "Do you like that?"

McCoy sighed softly. "It feels strange…but good. Keep
going."

"Sure," Kirk said, but pulled out. Many would add a second
finger now, but he'd often found that fingers, due to their
irregular geometry, were harder to take than the real thing,
which was round and somewhat padded. He smiled as he lubed
his erection, taking care not to stimulate himself too much.

"Glad you like it, Bones," he whispered. "Wanna give you a
good time." It spoke for McCoy's arousal that the doctor
barely said a word, focused on the physical sensation only
instead of any lingering thoughts or worries. It was a rare
state, and Kirk was determined to make the most of it.

He lifted McCoy's right leg up to his shoulder and inserted
his middle finger once again, which slid in and out
effortlessly. Then he bent over, aimed and slowly moved his
hips forward, entering McCoy. With the weight of his body,
he went in to the hilt, then stilled.

"Feels great, Jim," McCoy whispered. "What's that?"

"That's my dick," Kirk said amused.

"Really? I thought it'd feel much larger."

"Don't know what you experimented with, but a normal-sized
cock fits about perfectly," Kirk said and pulled out a
little. "Just about perfect…" he murmured and pushed in
again.

"Yeah, I get it. It feels…whoa." McCoy's hands wandered
closer to his erection, but Kirk was faster; he closed his
right hand around the doctor's member and stroked it. It
twitched and leaked more precum under his attention.

"I'm close to coming," McCoy whispered.

"It may feel like that, but my experience is that it's
harder when you've got something up your ass."

"Really? Strange."

Kirk moved a little; this was still far from a real fuck,
but that would be a little too much to an untrained bottom
anyway. He was happy enough that Bones obviously liked the
dream becoming reality; last time they had tried something
like that, McCoy had been tense and reluctant to go on with
it, and consequently they hadn't gone far. But this time
McCoy was really getting off on it. They both were.

McCoy moaned in unison with Kirk's movements now. "So good.
Oh, touch me, Jim. Touch me harder."

"You mean, like this…?" Kirk caressed the dick in his hand,
but much more softly than demanded.

"No teasing, dammit!" McCoy muttered. "Oh…"

Kirk pushed a little harder, increasing the pacing. Their
breathing accelerated as the bed moved under their activity.
They soon found a regular rhythm, slow and steady. But while
it turned them on, it lacked the necessary fire for
completion.

Kirk decided to rearrange a little. "Let's try something,"
he said and released McCoy's dick. With his right hand, he
lifted McCoy's other leg to his shoulder and rested his
chest onto the tilted legs; it might be a little straining
to his friend, but there were no complaints. The new
position raised the welcoming ass and gave him more leverage
for the motion. It also meant deeper penetration, and McCoy
groaned when he pressed him down again.

"Yes…oh yes." With almost closed eyes, McCoy fingered his
own erection. Kirk let him do it, wishing neither for the
first nor the last time that humans had three arms. He swung
his hips, angling for the best spots on the way in and out.
The friction increased as the lubricant slowly wore off, and
soon Kirk was at the edge of orgasm again. His muscles and
sinews tensing, he tried to hold back and wait for McCoy,
but suddenly, it was all too much. His body and mind
exploded, and seconds later he felt his sperm spurting into
the body beneath him, filling it. A small, animalistic cry
accompanied his victory as he deeply pushed in once more.
But in midst of the haze, a guilty conscience reared its
head.

"Bones, I'm sorry -" he began, but then he noticed how white
fluid exploded from between McCoy's fingers. He rocked a
little to support his friend's climax, stroking the legs in
his grip; then he finally pulled out.

"Ah, Christ…" McCoy groaned and stilled his hands, fighting
for air. "Let go off my legs, will ya?"

"Sure." Kirk safely put them down and leaned back on his
heels. McCoy stretched his body, then helped Kirk to remove
the cushion from under his hips. They lay down side by side,
face to face for a moment.

"Everything all right, Bones?" Kirk asked.

"You need to ask?" McCoy said, raising a brow.

"Not really. Just hope it was as good as you thought it
would be."

"It was different to my fantasies. But it was great, Jim.
Loved it. Thank you." McCoy put a brief kiss on Kirk's lips,
but Kirk didn't let him get away with that; he pulled him
closer and kissed him open- mouthed, adding some tongue.
When he was done, there was a big, satiated grin on McCoy's
face.

"Let's take a shower," Kirk said. "And I bet you need a
toilet. At least that's my first destination after a good
fuck."

"Good fuck. Yeah." McCoy laughed a little. "I got fucked.
Whoa." He got up with shaky legs. "What a mess," he said as
he eyed the state of the bed.

"Doesn't matter," Kirk said, looking at the timer. "We need
to get up in five minutes anyway."

"What a night. Maybe I should feel guilty for keeping you
from sleeping, but -"

"Bullshit, Bones." Kirk went up, joining his friend and
part-time lover on his way to the shower. "In case you
didn't notice - I loved it too. Actually, I was thinking
about it for a while now and probably would've tried to
nudge you into another test; but it was better that it was
your own motivation."

"Yeah - I don't think it would've worked otherwise." McCoy
smiled, suddenly a little shy. "It was really hard for me to
ask for it."

"I know, Bones. And I'm glad you did."

They went into the shower stall together. There wasn't much
space, but they managed to soap and clean each other without
earning more than a few bruises from hitting the wall. When
they left the shower, the alarm had gone off and the light
had gone up to fifty percent.

"Guess I should see my own quarters for a fresh uniform
before going back to work," McCoy said and donned the sweaty
clothes from the day before with slight disgust.

"Seems so." Kirk nodded.

"Thanks for indulging me, Jim," McCoy said softly as he
hugged Kirk one more time.

"You're welcome, Bones. Any time." Kirk twinkled. "See you
later. But not too late, doctor!"

"I'll be right on time, captain, as always," McCoy said with
emphasis, then vanished into the empty corridor.

A whistle on his lips, Kirk prepared for the day. And if
later, in the mess hall, the first officer noticed that his
colleagues were yawning a little more than they were
supposed to, he never commented on it.

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The End