Follow Me Down [Kirk/McCoy 2/?]
Title: Follow Me Down
Author:
bombsreverse
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy AOS
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Summary: Modern day rugby AU; So far it’s been fast, dirty, furious, by the time half rolls around he’s sporting a black eye and their captain has a split eyebrow that’s been hastily taped back together. Jim’s having the time of his life.
Previous Chapters: One
a/n: I can't believe that it's been a month since I posted the first part... sorry for the delay. Thank you to everyone who read the last part.
a/n #2: I changed the end of the last part slightly at the end.
a/n #3: Thanks needs to be given toxsaturated who pointed out the rhyme that allowed Jim to be a little devious.
Late in September Jim’s sprawled across Gaila’s bed with his feet in her lap under the guise of studying for their Stats course. What he’s really doing is tapping his pen against the page he’s supposed to be reading while he eyes his phone; waiting for a response to the text he’d sent Bones that morning.
He reaches over and grabs the phone, sliding the screen open to check and see if Bones has texted him without his knowledge. He hasn’t. Huffing, Jim tosses the phone back on the comforter, glaring at it as he drums his pen harder against the page.
“Would you stop?” Gaila’s roommate snaps out the request and turns to glare at him over her shoulder from where she’s positioned at her desk. Jim holds the pen still in his hand and resists the urge to stick his tongue out at her as Gaila lays a soothing hand against his calf. Jim turns as she lifts her hand back up and twists the riotous curls into a bun at the nape of her neck and grins at him.
“Jim is anxious about a text message that he sent this morning, and the recipient hasn’t responded to his request for coffee on Saturday so he’s trying to quietly freak out.” Jim swats at her feet and she laughs as she pulls them away, curling them under herself, tugging the book back into her lap and poking at her calculator.
“Don’t you have a game in Mississippi? Who did you ask for coffee?” Uhura’s turned right around in her seat now, feet hanging over the edge in one of the most informal positions Jim’s ever seen her in and he starts lightly.
“Tell me your first name and I’ll tell you who I asked for coffee.” Jim’s smirk is diminished as Gaila chirps “Leonard McCoy!” just as he finishes talking.
He reaches out and slaps gently at the bare skin of Gaila’s legs as she laughs and rolls gracefully off the bed, crossing the room to sink into the chair next to Uhura’s, grin spread wide across her face. Uhura’s eyebrow climbs up towards her hairline in a move so similar to Spock that Jim’s about to make a comment about picking up significant other’s habits when the look on her face changes to something akin to glee and Jim turns cautious.
“Isn’t Leonard McCoy the captain for the University of Mississippi?” She’s smirking and Jim feels like he’s being hunted.
“Wouldn’t that be like fraternizing with the enemy or something?” Gaila’s grin is just as predatory and Jim fights the urge to curl himself into the corner where Gaila’s bed meets the wall.
“Thanks Gaila.” Jim mutters the words and this time does stick his tongue out eliciting another golden laugh from the tiny engineer. He’s just starting back into the equations when his phone dings and buzzes across the bed. The muscles in his neck twinge as he snaps his head up to look at the phone but all he can do is stare, in that moment of hesitation Gaila’s across the room and snatching the phone as Jim scrambles.
She holds it away from him and dances across the room as she slides it open and Jim tugs the blanket up and over his head. He groans when he hears her giggle but at the same time it gives him hope, he really doesn’t think that Gaila has it in her to laugh at his misery if he was rejected. It gets quiet in the room and then Jim jumps when his phone connects to his ribs.
“I don’t think I want to read it yet. I’ll just wait a couple more hours.” His voice is muffled through the blanket even to his own ears but he can hear Uhura’s exasperated sigh clear as day.
“Just read it.” He pulls the blanket away from his face and glares at the phone where it sits innocently atop the comforter. Cautiously he reaches out before snatching the phone up like the cloth it’s resting on might burn him. Sliding open the phone he takes a deep breath before he clicks on the message that Bones sent.
sry it took so long, i had labs all morning and then clinic hours. coffee sounds amazing, are u coming in the night b4 or day of?
Jim’s grin is probably verging on maniacal as texts back with the time that the team is due to arrive.
Thirty minutes later when he still hasn’t gotten any work done and still hasn’t managed wipe the grin off his face Uhura throws him out of their room.
----
Jim’s a half hour early to the coffee shop where Bone’s had said to meet him but after Spock had found his jersey he figures that it was best if he made himself scarce. So when Bones himself walks in not even five minutes later he’s surprised.
“Bones! What are you doing here?” There’s a half grin on the other man’s mouth and his eye brow is climbing up his forehead, and fuck, that really shouldn’t be that hot but it’s making Jim’s stomach clench.
“I really could ask you the same thing.” One if the girls at the counter hands McCoy a cup before he can order and he grants her a smile and a tip as he takes the mug, she blushes at him and Jim finds himself inexplicably jealous... and glaring.
“I may have pissed off a team mate and I figured that it would be best if I vamoosed.” Jim’s grinning again and can’t help the surge of pride that he feels as he wraps his fingers around the sharpie still in his pocket. He should probably get rid of the evidence if he wants to claim any form of innocence. They settle into chairs and Jim grins a little bit at the ease in which they’ve fallen into this camaraderie. No awkward small talk, no scuffling feet, just easy conversation.
“What did you do?” Jim lets himself smirk and Leonard has the good grace to look a little cautious.
“I added to a fellow team mate’s jersey...” he trails off and pointedly looks away from Leonard as he sips from his coffee. What he’d really done was write “SPOCK THE LOCK” in block letters across the gold band above Spock’s number on their long sleeved jersey. When Spock had found it and Jim saw the barely restrained fury he had bolted off the bus. Jim lets his eyes rest on the other man again and his eyes are sparkling with amusement but there is a little bit of a scowl there. “It’s not even the jersey we’re wearing today!”
Leonard huffs out an unwilling laugh and Jim counts it as a win.
“Infant,” the insult is tossed but the smile is filled with easy affection.
At the end of the date Jim had shyly (for him) issued the invitation for Bones to meet him at his hotel room, his single room, after the game. Sometimes it pays to be obnoxiously chipper... all the time. So he’s listening for the knock at the door but he still jumps lightly when it sounds over the noise of the TV.
He scrambles off the bed to the door and looks through the peep hole. Bones is standing on the other side with his hands shoved in his pockets as he peers up and down the hallway, the band-aid covering the stitches in his cheek is bright against the tan skin and he can see the white tape around his broken fingers. Jim scowls and yanks the door open, ready to give him shit about not using the secret knock, which was a genius idea thankyouverymuch.
All thoughts however are short circuited when Leonard shoves him back into the room and then against the wall, mouths clashing together before a tongue slips into his mouth and plunders as Leonard grinds his hips against Jim’s. When Leonard finally pulls away Jim’s more than half hard and panting as he eyes the other man, fingers twitching against his thighs as he tries to form thoughts that aren’t just variations of ‘holy fuck that mouth!’
“You lost today, how can you be in this good of a mood?” Apparently that’s both the wrong and best possible thing he could have said, all rolled into one, because McCoy growls low in his throat before sinking teeth into Jim’s clavicle and bodily lifting him off the floor.
By the time Jim’s back hits the bed and Bones is crawling over him, he’s not capable of coherent thought.
-----
Jim’s last game of the fall season happens at home in early November, the fog the blanketed the city in the summer has cleared out completely and they’re in the last couple of weeks of clear skies and warmth before the rain rolls in. Jim turns his face to the sky and grins, it’s gonna be a good game. He can feel it.
Not even five minutes after the game starts he’s throwing himself over the try line with a grin so wide he feels like his face is going to split. He rolls over onto his back and Spock’s standing above him offering his hand, the corners of his mouth twitch in what might be a smile and Jim can feel his own growing.
Spock hauls him to his feet and they jog to their positions for the dropped kick that will bring them back into play. Sulu grins at him as they pass one another, and claps his hand down on Chekov’s shoulder as he falls into place next to him. The official blows the whistle and the fly-half from the other team kicks the ball, Jim’s moving on instinct and is there in time for the ball to sail perfectly into his arms. He looks down the field monitoring the other players.
He follows Riley as the smaller man skirts down the edge of the field and that’s when he sees him. It’s enough of a shock that he slows down from the flat run he’s in to a jog that lets the full back from the other team come at him from an angle and wrap his arms around Jim’s waist. Jim goes down hard and the balls flies from his hands, thankfully into Mitchell’s as he runs towards the try line before getting forced out of play.
Jim hauls himself to his feet and lets his eyes move back through the crowd, stopping when they land on Bones. The other man has his hand stuffed in his mouth and even at this distance Jim can sees the laughter on his face. He drops his hand from his mouth and holds it up by his hip, fingers wiggling in a small wave as a smile dances across his mouth.
Jim’s brain’s still not working quite right and he’s not sure if it’s from the shock of seeing Bones or his head hitting the ground but he lifts his hand up and waves back. Bones just grins and sits back down in his seat.
He moves on autopilot until the whistle blows for half time, and immediately breaks into a run that brings him to where Bones is standing. He ignores Pike from where he’s bellowing at him from their bench and falters a little when he finally reaches McCoy.
“What are you- Why are you- What?” McCoy laughs and steps forward into Jim’s space, fingers wrap around the hip that’s not visible to his bench.
“I finished that paper really early and then jumped in my Jeep. I even skipped my classes for this.” He squeezes gently and Jim leans unconsciously into the touch as the other man shrugs one shoulder. “It’s your last game.”
“You drove most of the way across the country for my last game!?” Jim boggles a little at the prospect and Bones just shrugs again like it was no big deal. “You... you...” Jim can’t decide between ‘fucking glorious man’ and ‘insufferable ass’ so he just surges forward and presses a hard kiss against Bones’ lips, tongue plunging into the mouth that he hasn’t seen in close to a month. When he pulls back he thunks his forehead gently against McCoy’s and pointedly ignores the catcalls coming from his own bench.
“Pay more attention in the next half, yeah? Victory sex is so much better than consolation sex.” It shocks a laugh out of Jim and he presses another quick kiss against the corner of McCoy’s mouth before pulling away and running back to his team.
When he reaches the bench Pike raises an eyebrow and he shrugs in response as he lets his mind wander to just how many people in his life talk with their eyebrows.
Author:
bombsreversePairing: Kirk/McCoy AOS
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Summary: Modern day rugby AU; So far it’s been fast, dirty, furious, by the time half rolls around he’s sporting a black eye and their captain has a split eyebrow that’s been hastily taped back together. Jim’s having the time of his life.
Previous Chapters: One
a/n: I can't believe that it's been a month since I posted the first part... sorry for the delay. Thank you to everyone who read the last part.
a/n #2: I changed the end of the last part slightly at the end.
a/n #3: Thanks needs to be given to
xsaturated who pointed out the rhyme that allowed Jim to be a little devious.Late in September Jim’s sprawled across Gaila’s bed with his feet in her lap under the guise of studying for their Stats course. What he’s really doing is tapping his pen against the page he’s supposed to be reading while he eyes his phone; waiting for a response to the text he’d sent Bones that morning.
He reaches over and grabs the phone, sliding the screen open to check and see if Bones has texted him without his knowledge. He hasn’t. Huffing, Jim tosses the phone back on the comforter, glaring at it as he drums his pen harder against the page.
“Would you stop?” Gaila’s roommate snaps out the request and turns to glare at him over her shoulder from where she’s positioned at her desk. Jim holds the pen still in his hand and resists the urge to stick his tongue out at her as Gaila lays a soothing hand against his calf. Jim turns as she lifts her hand back up and twists the riotous curls into a bun at the nape of her neck and grins at him.
“Jim is anxious about a text message that he sent this morning, and the recipient hasn’t responded to his request for coffee on Saturday so he’s trying to quietly freak out.” Jim swats at her feet and she laughs as she pulls them away, curling them under herself, tugging the book back into her lap and poking at her calculator.
“Don’t you have a game in Mississippi? Who did you ask for coffee?” Uhura’s turned right around in her seat now, feet hanging over the edge in one of the most informal positions Jim’s ever seen her in and he starts lightly.
“Tell me your first name and I’ll tell you who I asked for coffee.” Jim’s smirk is diminished as Gaila chirps “Leonard McCoy!” just as he finishes talking.
He reaches out and slaps gently at the bare skin of Gaila’s legs as she laughs and rolls gracefully off the bed, crossing the room to sink into the chair next to Uhura’s, grin spread wide across her face. Uhura’s eyebrow climbs up towards her hairline in a move so similar to Spock that Jim’s about to make a comment about picking up significant other’s habits when the look on her face changes to something akin to glee and Jim turns cautious.
“Isn’t Leonard McCoy the captain for the University of Mississippi?” She’s smirking and Jim feels like he’s being hunted.
“Wouldn’t that be like fraternizing with the enemy or something?” Gaila’s grin is just as predatory and Jim fights the urge to curl himself into the corner where Gaila’s bed meets the wall.
“Thanks Gaila.” Jim mutters the words and this time does stick his tongue out eliciting another golden laugh from the tiny engineer. He’s just starting back into the equations when his phone dings and buzzes across the bed. The muscles in his neck twinge as he snaps his head up to look at the phone but all he can do is stare, in that moment of hesitation Gaila’s across the room and snatching the phone as Jim scrambles.
She holds it away from him and dances across the room as she slides it open and Jim tugs the blanket up and over his head. He groans when he hears her giggle but at the same time it gives him hope, he really doesn’t think that Gaila has it in her to laugh at his misery if he was rejected. It gets quiet in the room and then Jim jumps when his phone connects to his ribs.
“I don’t think I want to read it yet. I’ll just wait a couple more hours.” His voice is muffled through the blanket even to his own ears but he can hear Uhura’s exasperated sigh clear as day.
“Just read it.” He pulls the blanket away from his face and glares at the phone where it sits innocently atop the comforter. Cautiously he reaches out before snatching the phone up like the cloth it’s resting on might burn him. Sliding open the phone he takes a deep breath before he clicks on the message that Bones sent.
sry it took so long, i had labs all morning and then clinic hours. coffee sounds amazing, are u coming in the night b4 or day of?
Jim’s grin is probably verging on maniacal as texts back with the time that the team is due to arrive.
Thirty minutes later when he still hasn’t gotten any work done and still hasn’t managed wipe the grin off his face Uhura throws him out of their room.
----
Jim’s a half hour early to the coffee shop where Bone’s had said to meet him but after Spock had found his jersey he figures that it was best if he made himself scarce. So when Bones himself walks in not even five minutes later he’s surprised.
“Bones! What are you doing here?” There’s a half grin on the other man’s mouth and his eye brow is climbing up his forehead, and fuck, that really shouldn’t be that hot but it’s making Jim’s stomach clench.
“I really could ask you the same thing.” One if the girls at the counter hands McCoy a cup before he can order and he grants her a smile and a tip as he takes the mug, she blushes at him and Jim finds himself inexplicably jealous... and glaring.
“I may have pissed off a team mate and I figured that it would be best if I vamoosed.” Jim’s grinning again and can’t help the surge of pride that he feels as he wraps his fingers around the sharpie still in his pocket. He should probably get rid of the evidence if he wants to claim any form of innocence. They settle into chairs and Jim grins a little bit at the ease in which they’ve fallen into this camaraderie. No awkward small talk, no scuffling feet, just easy conversation.
“What did you do?” Jim lets himself smirk and Leonard has the good grace to look a little cautious.
“I added to a fellow team mate’s jersey...” he trails off and pointedly looks away from Leonard as he sips from his coffee. What he’d really done was write “SPOCK THE LOCK” in block letters across the gold band above Spock’s number on their long sleeved jersey. When Spock had found it and Jim saw the barely restrained fury he had bolted off the bus. Jim lets his eyes rest on the other man again and his eyes are sparkling with amusement but there is a little bit of a scowl there. “It’s not even the jersey we’re wearing today!”
Leonard huffs out an unwilling laugh and Jim counts it as a win.
“Infant,” the insult is tossed but the smile is filled with easy affection.
At the end of the date Jim had shyly (for him) issued the invitation for Bones to meet him at his hotel room, his single room, after the game. Sometimes it pays to be obnoxiously chipper... all the time. So he’s listening for the knock at the door but he still jumps lightly when it sounds over the noise of the TV.
He scrambles off the bed to the door and looks through the peep hole. Bones is standing on the other side with his hands shoved in his pockets as he peers up and down the hallway, the band-aid covering the stitches in his cheek is bright against the tan skin and he can see the white tape around his broken fingers. Jim scowls and yanks the door open, ready to give him shit about not using the secret knock, which was a genius idea thankyouverymuch.
All thoughts however are short circuited when Leonard shoves him back into the room and then against the wall, mouths clashing together before a tongue slips into his mouth and plunders as Leonard grinds his hips against Jim’s. When Leonard finally pulls away Jim’s more than half hard and panting as he eyes the other man, fingers twitching against his thighs as he tries to form thoughts that aren’t just variations of ‘holy fuck that mouth!’
“You lost today, how can you be in this good of a mood?” Apparently that’s both the wrong and best possible thing he could have said, all rolled into one, because McCoy growls low in his throat before sinking teeth into Jim’s clavicle and bodily lifting him off the floor.
By the time Jim’s back hits the bed and Bones is crawling over him, he’s not capable of coherent thought.
-----
Jim’s last game of the fall season happens at home in early November, the fog the blanketed the city in the summer has cleared out completely and they’re in the last couple of weeks of clear skies and warmth before the rain rolls in. Jim turns his face to the sky and grins, it’s gonna be a good game. He can feel it.
Not even five minutes after the game starts he’s throwing himself over the try line with a grin so wide he feels like his face is going to split. He rolls over onto his back and Spock’s standing above him offering his hand, the corners of his mouth twitch in what might be a smile and Jim can feel his own growing.
Spock hauls him to his feet and they jog to their positions for the dropped kick that will bring them back into play. Sulu grins at him as they pass one another, and claps his hand down on Chekov’s shoulder as he falls into place next to him. The official blows the whistle and the fly-half from the other team kicks the ball, Jim’s moving on instinct and is there in time for the ball to sail perfectly into his arms. He looks down the field monitoring the other players.
He follows Riley as the smaller man skirts down the edge of the field and that’s when he sees him. It’s enough of a shock that he slows down from the flat run he’s in to a jog that lets the full back from the other team come at him from an angle and wrap his arms around Jim’s waist. Jim goes down hard and the balls flies from his hands, thankfully into Mitchell’s as he runs towards the try line before getting forced out of play.
Jim hauls himself to his feet and lets his eyes move back through the crowd, stopping when they land on Bones. The other man has his hand stuffed in his mouth and even at this distance Jim can sees the laughter on his face. He drops his hand from his mouth and holds it up by his hip, fingers wiggling in a small wave as a smile dances across his mouth.
Jim’s brain’s still not working quite right and he’s not sure if it’s from the shock of seeing Bones or his head hitting the ground but he lifts his hand up and waves back. Bones just grins and sits back down in his seat.
He moves on autopilot until the whistle blows for half time, and immediately breaks into a run that brings him to where Bones is standing. He ignores Pike from where he’s bellowing at him from their bench and falters a little when he finally reaches McCoy.
“What are you- Why are you- What?” McCoy laughs and steps forward into Jim’s space, fingers wrap around the hip that’s not visible to his bench.
“I finished that paper really early and then jumped in my Jeep. I even skipped my classes for this.” He squeezes gently and Jim leans unconsciously into the touch as the other man shrugs one shoulder. “It’s your last game.”
“You drove most of the way across the country for my last game!?” Jim boggles a little at the prospect and Bones just shrugs again like it was no big deal. “You... you...” Jim can’t decide between ‘fucking glorious man’ and ‘insufferable ass’ so he just surges forward and presses a hard kiss against Bones’ lips, tongue plunging into the mouth that he hasn’t seen in close to a month. When he pulls back he thunks his forehead gently against McCoy’s and pointedly ignores the catcalls coming from his own bench.
“Pay more attention in the next half, yeah? Victory sex is so much better than consolation sex.” It shocks a laugh out of Jim and he presses another quick kiss against the corner of McCoy’s mouth before pulling away and running back to his team.
When he reaches the bench Pike raises an eyebrow and he shrugs in response as he lets his mind wander to just how many people in his life talk with their eyebrows.