The BLTS Archive - Kirk/McCoy: Intermezzo: Nothing Changed
by Acidqueen (a.q@gmx.de)

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Author's Note: For Dale in Cait's challenge. Thanks to
Drusilla for the beta - all remaining errors are mine!

Disclaimer: Others own Star Trek. My only profit is fun
time.

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

Author's Note: Part of my K/Mc series. Sequel to '
Intermezzo -- Between Friends'.

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It was the evening after Spock's supposed wedding, and the
whole almost-disaster, and it was late. But when the door
opened, McCoy barely looked up from his screen.

"Hey, Jim," he said. "Help yourself to a drink. I'll be
ready in a minute."

Kirk went to the bottle of brandy, then changed his mind and
took the Argelian whisky instead. A new life was worth an
expensive drink. It was shimmering blue and orange in his
glass, climbing the walls. When he swallowed it, it created
a similarly slick, sweet but still burning layer in his
throat. He poured himself a second glass, then moved to
McCoy.

"A medical article?" Kirk peeked over the sitting man's
shoulder.

"Hm-yes," McCoy murmured, eyes fixed on the last paragraphs
of the text.

Kirk took another sip, then placed the glass away and put
his hands on McCoy's back. First his hands only massaged the
shoulder muscles, then they slipped to McCoy's neck, rubbing
up into the short hair and down again.

"Hold it, Jim," McCoy said with a sigh, but tilted his head
away from the screen anyway, giving in to the caress. For a
while, no one said a word.

"You know...I almost expected you to be somewhere else
tonight," McCoy said finally.

"Do you think it would be a good idea?" Kirk asked.

"He wouldn't throw you out of the room like that bowl of
plomeek soup."

"Maybe he also wouldn't let me out again."

"Suppose so. He's an all-or-nothing guy." McCoy shook off
the hands from his back and took a sip of Kirk's drink.
Glass still in hand, he rotated in his chair to face his
friend. "No more girls, no more boys..."

"No affair with the ship's doctor and his collection of fine
brands..."

"Especially no fine brands," McCoy agreed.

"I don't think I'm ready for something like that." Kirk
lifted the drink from McCoy's hand and emptied it. Then he
stared at the colorful leftovers in thoughts.

"You gonna stay?" McCoy asked. "Because if you do, let's
move over. I've had enough of this chair." Kirk nodded and
walked around the divider, putting the glass away on the
way.

"Actually, I have had enough of this day," McCoy said and
stripped first his blue uniform pullover, then the black
shirt. "Next time anyone marries, I'll keep away." He threw
them onto the chair.

"If you had stayed away, I'd be dead," Kirk said from the
bed, where he had sat down to remove his boots.

"Don't remind me." McCoy got out of his boots while
standing, then took both pairs and placed them next to the
chair. He hated falling over things in case of emergencies.

"You know," Kirk said when McCoy stood in front of him,
still clad in pants. "I can't even remember if I said 'thank
you' when I woke up." He put his hands on his friend's hips,
slipping his fingers into the waistband.

"Sure you did." McCoy tousled Kirk's hair. "But you know,
saving the captain is all in my job description."

"Thank you anyway, Bones." Kirk pulled him down into a kiss.

When their lips parted, a grin was spreading on McCoy's
face. "You can always make it up to me."

Kirk grinned too. "I'll give it a try," he said and started
opening McCoy's fly. A blowjob for a life - that was a deal
he could live with.

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The End