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Jim's best boyfriend
Jul. 17th, 2010 08:27 pmFor the prompt: Star Trek XI, McCoy, best boyfriend Kirk's ever had
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“It’s okay,” Jim mumbled, wrapping his hands further in Leonard’s shirt. He could feel his friend’s warm breath, ghosting over his head, as they stood with their chests touching in the empty medic office. “I don’t expect you to feel the same way I do. I get that just because I don’t need it, doesn’t mean that everyone else doesn’t.”
Leonard’s brow furrowed and he tightened his grip across Jim’s shoulders. “Jim...”
Jim shook his head and gave Leonard’s shirt a slight tug before letting go and looking up with crinkled eyes and a beaming smile. “It’s okay Bones. Everything’s fine. You’re enough.”
-
Jim Kirk had tears in his eyes and was clutching the edges of his pants so hard his knuckles were white. There were chill bumps covering his bare arms despite the conditioning in the officer’s rec room. If he didn’t know better, Leonard McCoy would say he was sick. Doctor’s opinion. But he did know better. Lord, he did.
“Do you hate me?”
He started. “What?”
“Do you hate that I don’t want... it?”
“Sex?”
Jim looked away. “Yeah, sex.”
Leonard shook his head. “Of course not. It’s just,” he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “When you said you didn’t care who I slept with, because it was just sex. It’s not just sex, Jim. I don’t expect you to get that, I don’t, and I appreciate the way you feel about everything. You wouldn’t be you if it was any different. But... you don’t have any faith in me.”
“That’s not true. I-“
“It is Jim. You don’t believe that I can live without sex. You don’t have any faith in yourself either. You don’t believe that you’re enough. You. Just you, nothing else. Honestly, I’d rather go without sex than go without you.” He stepped forward and engulfed Jim with his arms. “If sex was simple as you think, I wouldn’t have a problem with finding a nice girl to fool around with, but it’s not. You can’t just tell me to sleep with whomever and expect me to believe that you care about how I feel about you. I want you to care.”
Jim closed his eyes. “I do care how you feel. I just don’t want to lose you over something stupid.”
“You’re not going to, idiot. Asexual or whatever you want to call yourself, as long as you think I’m hot stuff, I’m not going anywhere.”
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“It’s okay,” Jim mumbled, wrapping his hands further in Leonard’s shirt. He could feel his friend’s warm breath, ghosting over his head, as they stood with their chests touching in the empty medic office. “I don’t expect you to feel the same way I do. I get that just because I don’t need it, doesn’t mean that everyone else doesn’t.”
Leonard’s brow furrowed and he tightened his grip across Jim’s shoulders. “Jim...”
Jim shook his head and gave Leonard’s shirt a slight tug before letting go and looking up with crinkled eyes and a beaming smile. “It’s okay Bones. Everything’s fine. You’re enough.”
-
Jim Kirk had tears in his eyes and was clutching the edges of his pants so hard his knuckles were white. There were chill bumps covering his bare arms despite the conditioning in the officer’s rec room. If he didn’t know better, Leonard McCoy would say he was sick. Doctor’s opinion. But he did know better. Lord, he did.
“Do you hate me?”
He started. “What?”
“Do you hate that I don’t want... it?”
“Sex?”
Jim looked away. “Yeah, sex.”
Leonard shook his head. “Of course not. It’s just,” he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “When you said you didn’t care who I slept with, because it was just sex. It’s not just sex, Jim. I don’t expect you to get that, I don’t, and I appreciate the way you feel about everything. You wouldn’t be you if it was any different. But... you don’t have any faith in me.”
“That’s not true. I-“
“It is Jim. You don’t believe that I can live without sex. You don’t have any faith in yourself either. You don’t believe that you’re enough. You. Just you, nothing else. Honestly, I’d rather go without sex than go without you.” He stepped forward and engulfed Jim with his arms. “If sex was simple as you think, I wouldn’t have a problem with finding a nice girl to fool around with, but it’s not. You can’t just tell me to sleep with whomever and expect me to believe that you care about how I feel about you. I want you to care.”
Jim closed his eyes. “I do care how you feel. I just don’t want to lose you over something stupid.”
“You’re not going to, idiot. Asexual or whatever you want to call yourself, as long as you think I’m hot stuff, I’m not going anywhere.”
