The BLTS Archive - Kirk/McCoy: Intermezzo: Between Friends
by Acidqueen (a.q@gmx.de)

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Author's Note: Written for the KirkMcCoyFest.

Author's Note: Part of my K/Mc series. Sequel to '
Intermezzo - in White and Green'.

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

Archive: KirkMcCoyFest, my own website, ASCEM, all others ask,
please.

Acknowledgement: Special thanks to T'Thrill for the beta!
All remaining errors are mine!

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It was unusually late in the night when Kirk left the
bridge where he had spent the last days with few
interruptions. Passing the cabins of his officers - all
but the First One's, which traditionally was located
somewhere else on the ship - he was almost to his door
when his pace faltered. He was tired and exhausted, yes,
but he was also still too alert to just go to bed. A cold,
clammy, lonely bed. He almost unconsciously took two steps
back and stopped dead in front of McCoy's quarter, eyeing
the closed door thoughtfully. They hadn't spent much time
together since they had renewed their sexual relationship,
being tied to their respective duties on the last mission.
And Kirk wasn't sure if McCoy would like being woken by
him at 0120, but there was a sudden urge to step in there
and lay down beside his friend, sharing the bed and some
comfortable warmth.

Checking the corridor out of the corners of his eyes for
witnesses, he quickly keyed the door code and entered.
Darkness enfolded him for a second, until the computer
lightened up to 10% on his command.

In the sleeping area, a barely visible figure lay coiled
under the red layer, emanating a light snoring that filled
the room. Quietly, Kirk stripped down to his underwear and
padded over. When he began slipping into the bed, McCoy's
eyes snapped opened, shimmering blue pearls in a sea of
black.

"Jim? Emergency?" he mumbled sleepily, belaying his alert
gaze.

"None other than I badly needed to come here tonight,
Bones," Kirk said soothingly. "That's alright by you?"

"You're welcome." McCoy drowsily moved to the side, arms
entangled in the sheet.

Kirk sneaked under the cover, humming contently as he
rolled into the warm, already formed hollow. He lay down
on his right side and slung one arm and leg possessively
over his friend's body, earning not even a grunt. For a
while he was happy just to feel the man next to him,
taking in the light scent of the day's sweat. Then he
leisurely began stroking up and down McCoy's chest,
playing with the dark hair, rubbing over the barely
fleshed ribs. His sleepiness was gone, substituted by a
need to touch and be touched and by a horniness that
slowly rose in him. For days, all he had been able to
think of was work. So, maybe it was only logical (Kirk
chuckled as the word rolled through his mind, yes,
logical) that tonight, with his body pressed close to
McCoy's, something within him would stir.

Leaning forward, he placed a first nipping kiss on McCoy's
chin, tasting the small stubbles, while his hand slipped
deeper between the other man's legs. Finding something
warm and soft, Kirk closed his fingers around it to tease
it into rising.

At first, there was no visible effect, but then the man in
his arm lolled, his chest heaving more irregularly. A head
turned toward him, lips capturing his greedily, if still
in the uncontrolled movements of awakening.

McCoy softly moaned as Kirk increased his speed, his
fingers dancing all over the now palpable erection. But
the doctor was never one for one-sided pleasures, so he
rolled around, aligning their chests. A warm hand closed
around Kirk's hardness, forming a tight, blissfully
stimulating cage.

In an unvoiced choreography of limbs and fingers and
mouths, they worked on each other. The lazy tenderness of
the beginning quickly evolved into a more frenzy fight for
closeness as they danced on the edge of orgasm, unwilling
to give in yet.

In the end, it was Kirk who couldn't hold back anymore;
with a throaty roar he came, conscious thinking switched
off for a heartbeat. Then he grabbed harder, pushing McCoy
over the edge, too. Sticky fluids merged between them and
all over their hands as they fought for air, still tightly
clamped together in the middle of the bed.

Staggering, McCoy rose from the bed. He returned with two
towels, handing Kirk one of them while he rubbed his groin
clean. His eyes widened as they fell on the small digital
timer. "0230!" he growled half-heartily. "You're all but
killing me, Jim!"

Kirk chuckled. It just wouldn't be the real McCoy without
such a remark. "It's the best way to go for sure," he
said, and uselessly tried to dry the sheets. They'd have
to change them anyway, he thought, and threw the towel
into the corner - tomorrow.

"You're coming back in?" he asked, and held up the
blanket.

"That's my bunk," McCoy answered pointedly. "Of course I'm
coming back." He slipped into the bed and offered his arm
as cushion. Kirk snuggled closer, resting his head in its
crook.

"Good night, Bones. And thanks. I needed that."

"Good night, Jim," McCoy said softly. "I could use it,
too."

He stroked the shoulder of his friend as Kirk's breathing
fell into the light regularity of sleep, until his eyes
dropped close over the soft winds along his chest.

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The End