Title: Can't Get Much Clearer (Pt 2)
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk (minor Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chekov)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count (Without lyrics): 1,699 for this first part
Warnings: It's a bit crack, and a bit not. Really, it's only an excuse to somehow work music lyrics into the fic. . Also. New writer for Trek, so there's that too. Some of the characters may end up being a bit OOC, so I apologize in advance if I offend anyone. Please excuse the strangeness or clichéness of any songs, It's my personal taste in music, and I adore Nickelback, soooo yeah. This is my first attempt at writing porn/smut, so I apologize if it's terrible!
Summary: Kirk is hoping to get the senior officers to bond, so he suggests the brilliant idea of karaoke. Of course, since this is James Kirk we're talking about, it spirals out from there. The rest of the crew gets involved; there are confessions of feelings through song lyrics, and in the end, some very happy endings. I suck at summaries, I hope the fic is better then the summary makes it out to be.

Author's Note: This was intended as a short little one shot to get it out of my system, but it morphed, as my fics tend to. Anyway, it got deeper then I planned to. –fidgets- Yeah.

This part contains ze smut. Forgive me, it's my first time ever writing it, so please be kind.


Bones was in fact panicking, just as Jim knew he was. When Scotty stopped him at the door, he almost abandoned all caution and forcibly moved the engineer from his way, only regaining his common sense at the last second. It's the whiskey Bones maintains, not sure where this is coming from. Scotty gives him a look that clearly says he will make Bones sit back down if he has to goddamn it, but he'd really rather not. The doctor very nearly growled, but sank to the ground, leaning back against the cold walls. He tipped the hipflask back again, taking as long a drink as he could without choking himself. His head snapped around when the sound of music began again, only this time the sound of the voice was none other then the one and only James Kirk. He hadn't even seen his best friend get up and make a beeline for the stage. And he'd have had to, to get up there and pick his song that fast.

Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

Jim took a deep breath in as the music began softly, staring directly into Bones' deep brown eyes. He hadn't listened to the old songs in years, but when Bones had sung his song by Nickelback, the perfect song to sing back to him had come back as naturally as breathing. Like his friend, Jim knew singing wasn't exactly his thing, in fact he probably had a terrible voice, but he tried to put as much emotion into the words as he could, hoping that it would shine through and make up for it.

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

He can't believe Jim is up there singing to him. He can completely and totally believe that's he's up there singing – Jim has always been an exhibitionist and attention lover at heart, but he can't believe that he's focused on one gruff and cranky doctor who basically just confessed his love for him. It's both exhilarating and terrifying. Bones doesn't know what to do, and instead focuses on just simply not making a fool of himself.

Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

He's started to worry that maybe he misread Bones, misread the nervousness, and that maybe Bones was just telling him to stop the fuck getting hurt. That maybe he just wanted to flee the embarrassment of having actually gotten up and sang in front of people. Then he turned his gaze back into Bones', and there's an intensity there that Jim isn't quite used to seeing. It's only been there once or twice that he's every seen it, and only when Jim is seriously, critically injured. It's an intensity that Bones reserves for when he's working. Jim was startled to see it turned on him now.

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Bones was rooted to where he sat, oblivious to everything except the man who stood up on the stage, staring into his eyes with every bit of passion and emotion contained in that lean and lithe body of his. He was unaware of Scotty's wildly grinning face beside him, trying to tell him that 'wasn't he damn right for making McCoy stay?' All he could see was those damnably blue eyes, boring a hole into his chest, like they can see his heart and know exactly what he wants, what he needs.

Hurry I'm fallin'
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'

And oh, I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

As those around him cheered and another rose to take his place, Jim only had eyes for the chief medical officer in front of him, whose wide brown eyes were hiding nothing, unlike normal. Bones was too damn good at hiding what he felt, and Jim was damn tired of it. He wanted to know exactly what was running through that fucking brilliant surgeon's mind of his, and how he was feeling. He was tired of wondering if he was the only one who felt that way, if it could even be conceivablely possible that Bones would feel the same. He'd never actually thought of his best friend in those romantic terms, but now that he had, Jim couldn't believe he'd missed it.

Bones had been the only one who had always been there for him, no matter what. No matter what shit Jim got himself involved in, be it stumbling back into their room drunk out his ass thirty minutes before his first class and needed help, or collapsing from blood loss and pain after a fight, Bones was always there to patch him up, albeit with a snappy reply, and a gruffness that stemmed as much from annoyance as it did from friendship. He'd always need Bones. He just hadn't realized how much.

His mouth twisted in a grim semblance of a smile when he realized he was now standing in front of Bones, who was still staring at him from the floor. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Bones stood up. Without a word, he grabbed the front of his uniform and yanked him into the hallway. "We're going to need a hell of a lot more alcohol for this conversation." He heard Bones mutter as he stalked down the hallway towards his quarters. Jim smiled softly to himself, following. Once the door whooshed shut behind them, Jim didn't hesitate before shoving Bones up against the wall and kissing the shit out of him. "Bones…" He moaned. He heard a muffled curse from underneath his mouth, then just as quickly, their positions were reversed, and he was the one pressed up against the wall, feeling Bones pressed firmly against his thigh.

"Do you know what you do to me kid?" He panted in the damnably arousing southern drawl. "Probably the same thing you do to me." Jim muttered back, unable to stop himself from rutting against Bones' thigh like an overeager sixteen year old.

He felt his shirt being peeled over his head in a remarkably quick and efficient manner, then inwardly smacked himself for thinking like Spock. Then smacked himself again for thinking of Spock sexually for many, many reasons. The least of which was the fact that Uhura might just about castrate him. He quickly focused back in on the task at hand when he felt the smooth, hard lines of Bones' chest under his hands, and he couldn't stop himself from running his hands over the lovely expanse, then dipping lower beneath the regulation Starfleet pants that molded to that fantastic ass like spandex. Just because he hadn't ever thought of Bones like that previously didn't mean that he hadn't noticed exactly how hot his best friend was.

Then, just as suddenly, they were both naked, and with a small grin, Jim slid to his knees. Bones' hands were in his hair, and Jim stared at the beautiful cock in front of his eyes. He'd never given a blowjob before, but he'd been on the receiving end enough times to understand what to do. With the mischievous grin that was such a part of his personality, he lunged forwards and took as much of Bones as he could into his mouth without choking. Jim heard Bones' gasp of indrawn breath from somewhere above him as he ran his tongue lightly over the head, before running it up and down slowly. There were curses resounding from Bones, and he hummed in pleasure around the cock in his mouth. When the doctor moaned and fisted his hands in Jim's hair, he knew that he'd liked that. So he did it again.

"Dammit Jim." Bones panted, breaths coming in large gasps as he struggled to breath. "Do something godamn it." He scraped his teeth lightly on the tip, tongue flitting out to trace the throbbing vein on the underside. Bones growled, fucking growled, and it was the most erotic thing Jim had ever heard.


Bones could count on one hand the number of times in his life he'd received a blowjob, and none of those times had been within the last ten years. His ex-wife had always turned up her nose at it, and he hadn't had sex since the divorce. Before his marriage, there'd been very few women, and only one or two men. Since his divorce, there'd only been his trusty right hand. It was getting difficult to string coherent thoughts together as he watched the blonde head of his captain and best friend bobbing enthusiastically, and the wall was fast becoming not enough to support him. "Jim… I…" He managed to get out, seconds before the white light exploded behind his eyes. He heard rather then felt Jim's mouth milking him for all he was worth, and then Bones sank to the floor on boneless legs.

He was vaguely aware of Jim's panting as he slithered up from his knees to kiss Bones voraciously, the lower half of his face sticky and slick. When he felt his partner still poking rather insistently at his thigh however, Bones knew that that just wouldn't do. He reached one strong surgeon's hand down, and encircled the base of Jim's cock, working with strong, efficient strokes. Jim was groaning so loudly that Bones was sure his neighbors could hear their captain's wantonness. But he'd always suspected that Jim would be loud in bed. He always had been when he accidently marched in on Jim and any of his various conquests. But that didn't matter now.

Jim came with a shout that reverberated through Bones' body from the vocal point where his head rested on his chest, and Bones was content to wrap his arms around his best friend, back supported by the wall. "Love you." He said gruffly, almost hesitantly. Jim's eyes fluttered closed, a yawn escaping from his plump mouth. "Love… you too Bones." He muttered, seemingly unaware that they were on the floor, in an uncomfortable place. Bones just stared down at the man in his arms, looking so fragile and vulnerable at that moment. With a small smile, he scooped him up from the floor and carried Jim to his bed, carefully laying him down. Bones climbed in and laid along side him, content to go to sleep for now, and deal with any fallout in the morning.


Lyrics in this bit are credited to Nickelback. Jim's song is Savin' Me.