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Title: Jealousy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Warnings: None
Notes: Unbetaed. Written for this prompt at the kink meme.
“They make a lovely couple, don’t they,” the nurse asked.
McCoy looked up from his data padd, and scowled when he saw Jim and Spock standing near his office, their heads inclined towards each other deep in conversation. “They’re not together,” the doctor growled.
Nurse Jones, apparently being unable to take a hint blithely continued. “Oh, that’s a shame. They seem like they’d be well-suited and so attractive together too.”
McCoy fixed her with the glare that usually shut people up when they were annoying him. “I hadn’t realized that this was gossip time. Should I get some ribbons so we can braid each other’s hair later?”
Nurse Jones huffed her offense and went to work in some other area of the sickbay.
McCoy attempted to suppress his annoyance and get his mind back on his job, but he couldn’t help being pissed off. While he and Spock had agreed to keep their relationship private (Secret, his nasty inner voice added helpfully), he hadn’t bargained for this.
It was bad enough when Jim and Spock came back from planet-side missions with stories of attempted marriage rituals, or requests to perform sexual acts for the amusement of some bastard with a voyeurism kink. Now he had the crew telling him how perfect they are for each other. (They probably are, his inner voice chimed in. What would Spock want with a bitter old divorcé like you when he could have Jim instead?)
“Shut up,” he said, before looking around to make sure no one had heard him. The last thing he needed was rumors of his impending breakdown to start floating around the ship as well.
Spock chose that moment to look over from his conversation with Jim, and McCoy found himself avoiding his eyes before leaving. His shift was over anyway, and all he wanted was to get out of here.
He made it to his quarters, and had just kicked his boots and socks off, when a small buzz indicated someone was at his door.
He probably shouldn’t have been surprised to see Spock standing there, but in his current state of insecurity, he was.
“Are you unwell,” Spock asked calmly, his eyes scanning the doctor looking for any signs of illness or fatigue.
“What,” McCoy asked. “Why would you think that?”
“You left before I was able to converse with you, and your staff said that you seemed ‘out of sorts’. I inferred that they thought you to be unwell.”
McCoy sighed, almost glad that the Vulcan’s first thought would be that he was ill, rather than engaging in some overly emotional sulking. “I’m fine,” he said. “It’s just been a long day.” He ran his hand through his hair, and glanced towards his bathroom, hoping Spock would let it rest at that.
“If you are as you said ‘fine’, than I will leave so that you may rest,” Spock said, although he seemed to be hesitating. “Unless, you would prefer I stayed?”
McCoy debated for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, sure. You can stay. I can’t promise that I’ll be pleasant company though.”
“That would imply that you were pleasant company at other times,” Spock replied.
Normally, McCoy would have laughed at Spock’s attempt at a joke, but at the moment it was the exact wrong thing to have said. “If I’m so damned unpleasant, you’re more than welcome to find better company elsewhere,” he growled, before stalking off to his bathroom.
He was surprised when Spock was still there when he finished his shower. The other man was sitting in one of McCoy’s chairs, his spine straight as an arrow, looking about as uncomfortable as it was possible for a Vulcan to look. He looked up when McCoy entered the room, and the doctor felt guilty for being so touchy.
“I had not intended to upset you with my comment. I had thought that you would understand that it was meant in humor and not as an indictment of you personally.”
McCoy tucked the towel around his hips more firmly, and sat in the chair next to Spock. “I did understand. It was just bad timing.” He rested his hand over one of Spock’s. “I’m just sick of everyone telling me what a nice pair you and Jim would make.”
“It is not logical to be bothered by idle speculation when you are aware of the facts surrounding the matter. I am involved in a relationship with you, not with the Captain.”
He should have known that the Vulcan wouldn’t really understand jealousy or insecurity. “I know that. I just can’t help it. I could hardly blame them for thinking someone like Jim is a better match for you than someone like me.”
Spock frowned. “While the Captain has many admirable qualities, his skill with personal relationships is not one of them. We would be highly incompatible in our expectations of one another.”
McCoy cracked a smile at the thinly veiled reference to Jim’s attempts to tomcat his way across the galaxy.
Spock continued, “It is irrelevant, as I am not attracted to the Captain.” He looked over at the doctor, still clad in only his towel, his gaze heated. “I am attracted to you.”
That was apparently enough to shake McCoy from his mood, and he stood up watching Spock’s eyes as they followed his movement. “In that case, would you be willing to offer a demonstration of your attraction,” he said, dropping his towel at Spock’s feet and turning to walk to his bed.
**
Later, McCoy was startled from his attempts to bask in the afterglow for a few moments before drifting off to sleep, by Spock. “While we both decided it was logical to keep our intimate relationship private, would you find it preferable to change this decision?”
“Hmm,” McCoy mumbled sleepily into Spock’s neck. “You mean, should we tell people?”
“Yes. It seems like the logical solution to end the speculation that has been bothering you.”
“What, just make a ship wide announcement or something?”
“While I would not have considered that option as an acceptable use of resources, if that is the method you would prefer.”
McCoy snuffled a laugh. “Nah, wouldn’t be as much fun if I couldn’t see the looks on their faces.”
“I will leave it to you to think of an alternate method then,” Spock said.
**
The next day in the ship’s mess hall, McCoy grabbed Spock and pulled him in for a lengthy kiss.
Nurse Jones looked over at her dinner companion. “Do you think they’ll be coming up for air any time soon?”
“Who cares,” her friend said. “Do you think anyone is taking video?”
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Warnings: None
Notes: Unbetaed. Written for this prompt at the kink meme.
“They make a lovely couple, don’t they,” the nurse asked.
McCoy looked up from his data padd, and scowled when he saw Jim and Spock standing near his office, their heads inclined towards each other deep in conversation. “They’re not together,” the doctor growled.
Nurse Jones, apparently being unable to take a hint blithely continued. “Oh, that’s a shame. They seem like they’d be well-suited and so attractive together too.”
McCoy fixed her with the glare that usually shut people up when they were annoying him. “I hadn’t realized that this was gossip time. Should I get some ribbons so we can braid each other’s hair later?”
Nurse Jones huffed her offense and went to work in some other area of the sickbay.
McCoy attempted to suppress his annoyance and get his mind back on his job, but he couldn’t help being pissed off. While he and Spock had agreed to keep their relationship private (Secret, his nasty inner voice added helpfully), he hadn’t bargained for this.
It was bad enough when Jim and Spock came back from planet-side missions with stories of attempted marriage rituals, or requests to perform sexual acts for the amusement of some bastard with a voyeurism kink. Now he had the crew telling him how perfect they are for each other. (They probably are, his inner voice chimed in. What would Spock want with a bitter old divorcé like you when he could have Jim instead?)
“Shut up,” he said, before looking around to make sure no one had heard him. The last thing he needed was rumors of his impending breakdown to start floating around the ship as well.
Spock chose that moment to look over from his conversation with Jim, and McCoy found himself avoiding his eyes before leaving. His shift was over anyway, and all he wanted was to get out of here.
He made it to his quarters, and had just kicked his boots and socks off, when a small buzz indicated someone was at his door.
He probably shouldn’t have been surprised to see Spock standing there, but in his current state of insecurity, he was.
“Are you unwell,” Spock asked calmly, his eyes scanning the doctor looking for any signs of illness or fatigue.
“What,” McCoy asked. “Why would you think that?”
“You left before I was able to converse with you, and your staff said that you seemed ‘out of sorts’. I inferred that they thought you to be unwell.”
McCoy sighed, almost glad that the Vulcan’s first thought would be that he was ill, rather than engaging in some overly emotional sulking. “I’m fine,” he said. “It’s just been a long day.” He ran his hand through his hair, and glanced towards his bathroom, hoping Spock would let it rest at that.
“If you are as you said ‘fine’, than I will leave so that you may rest,” Spock said, although he seemed to be hesitating. “Unless, you would prefer I stayed?”
McCoy debated for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, sure. You can stay. I can’t promise that I’ll be pleasant company though.”
“That would imply that you were pleasant company at other times,” Spock replied.
Normally, McCoy would have laughed at Spock’s attempt at a joke, but at the moment it was the exact wrong thing to have said. “If I’m so damned unpleasant, you’re more than welcome to find better company elsewhere,” he growled, before stalking off to his bathroom.
He was surprised when Spock was still there when he finished his shower. The other man was sitting in one of McCoy’s chairs, his spine straight as an arrow, looking about as uncomfortable as it was possible for a Vulcan to look. He looked up when McCoy entered the room, and the doctor felt guilty for being so touchy.
“I had not intended to upset you with my comment. I had thought that you would understand that it was meant in humor and not as an indictment of you personally.”
McCoy tucked the towel around his hips more firmly, and sat in the chair next to Spock. “I did understand. It was just bad timing.” He rested his hand over one of Spock’s. “I’m just sick of everyone telling me what a nice pair you and Jim would make.”
“It is not logical to be bothered by idle speculation when you are aware of the facts surrounding the matter. I am involved in a relationship with you, not with the Captain.”
He should have known that the Vulcan wouldn’t really understand jealousy or insecurity. “I know that. I just can’t help it. I could hardly blame them for thinking someone like Jim is a better match for you than someone like me.”
Spock frowned. “While the Captain has many admirable qualities, his skill with personal relationships is not one of them. We would be highly incompatible in our expectations of one another.”
McCoy cracked a smile at the thinly veiled reference to Jim’s attempts to tomcat his way across the galaxy.
Spock continued, “It is irrelevant, as I am not attracted to the Captain.” He looked over at the doctor, still clad in only his towel, his gaze heated. “I am attracted to you.”
That was apparently enough to shake McCoy from his mood, and he stood up watching Spock’s eyes as they followed his movement. “In that case, would you be willing to offer a demonstration of your attraction,” he said, dropping his towel at Spock’s feet and turning to walk to his bed.
**
Later, McCoy was startled from his attempts to bask in the afterglow for a few moments before drifting off to sleep, by Spock. “While we both decided it was logical to keep our intimate relationship private, would you find it preferable to change this decision?”
“Hmm,” McCoy mumbled sleepily into Spock’s neck. “You mean, should we tell people?”
“Yes. It seems like the logical solution to end the speculation that has been bothering you.”
“What, just make a ship wide announcement or something?”
“While I would not have considered that option as an acceptable use of resources, if that is the method you would prefer.”
McCoy snuffled a laugh. “Nah, wouldn’t be as much fun if I couldn’t see the looks on their faces.”
“I will leave it to you to think of an alternate method then,” Spock said.
**
The next day in the ship’s mess hall, McCoy grabbed Spock and pulled him in for a lengthy kiss.
Nurse Jones looked over at her dinner companion. “Do you think they’ll be coming up for air any time soon?”
“Who cares,” her friend said. “Do you think anyone is taking video?”
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