James T. Kirk

"I told him I would," George rolled his eyes lightly. "He's gonna have to kick me out the airlock to get me off the ship."

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"Circumstances changed recently," Bones replied, glancing at Chris and Winnie. "You might have reevaluated your position."

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"Yeah, they have a bit," George said. "But...not really in the way you're talking about. We have a lot of talking to do, a lot to get through but..." He shook his head. Even when he tried not to choose he still had to make choices. "Chris'll smooth things along for us."

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Slowly making his way through the masses, Kirk glanced over to where his father and Bones were talking. What are they talking about... I have a feeling it's me. That brought a tiny smile to his lips, despite the fact that there was a lot going on that could have made everything very bad very quickly.

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Cause that's what he does, fixes things for you, Bones replied, lifting an eyebrow at George. They were still acting as if they were all twenty-six. About to say more about it, he saw Jim heading their way. "Monday morning, yes? Better place to talk about all this."

When Jim was close enough, Bones reached out and touched his shoulder without thinking. "Want something from the bar?"

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"Hey," Kirk said warmly, not seeming to mind in the least about the touch, "I probably should start on having something, right?" He grinned broadly, feeling great. Being with people like this was his element, and looking as handsome as anything (http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BOTg1Njc0MjQ0M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNDE4MjEy._V1._SX600_SY400_.jpg) all in black, he was a star of the night.

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That charm... Bones might have lied a tiny, little bit to George - Jim was fucking hot when he smiled like that, particularly when that look was directed at him. A strong urge inside him wanted to pull Jim next to him, wrap his arms around him here, in front of everyone, stare the entire bar down and tell them that this one was his...

But that wasn't part of their deal, he thought, reaching around and waving the bartender over again. Jim was going home with him, he reminded himself, no matter what else happened tonight. Handing him his drink, Bones caught his eye and held it a bit longer than really needed. "Your dad and I were talking about how much catching up he's gonna need to work on a starship," he lied blandly.

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"Yea?" Kirk murmured, watching Bones with a smile on his lips. He took a slow gulp of his drink, feeling it burn all the way down and preferring it that way. There was something dark in Bones' gaze; he wondered what it was. "Yea, he's gonna need to work at it but he's already fitting in."

A pause, then he tilted his head, "...Does that mean... he's planning to stay?" That wasn't hope in his voice. He couldn't let himself hope that.

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"Sure sounds like it," Bones said, watching Jim and George next to each other. They did need each other, for a little while at least. This was good. "Provided he doesn't get attacked by anymore flowers, that is..." joked Bones, smirking as he took another sip.

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The look that came over Kirk's face was a childish joy. His eyes lit up and his smile lit up the world. "Really?" He looked to his father, "..You sure, Dad?"

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"Professionally, it's the best choice," George said seriously, then crinkled into a smile. "And personally? I wouldn't miss it, s'long as you're willing to have your old man jostling your elbows."

He leaned over and squeezed Jim's shoulder. "I think we've made a pretty tight team so far."

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"..Wouldn't want you anywhere else, Dad." Kirk said quietly, watching his father. "Long as you don't go around getting killed by plants anymore."

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Bones snorted. "Flowers. We'll try and keep you safe from them," he said, as his eyes filled with mirth until he saw Jim's face.

"Hey," he said, looking at Jim, touching his shoulder. "You alright?"

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A blink, and Kirk looked to his friend. "Yea, course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" A grin came to his face, "Whole crew's here, having fun.. can't beat it."

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George smiled and slipped off mouthing "monday" at Bones. He'd catch Jim later.

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A little glare at George, then he turned back to Jim, his face softening slightly. "Having fun?" he asked, keeping the hand not holding his drink firmly at his side. "Looks like the entire ship is here."

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"I think they are. Glad I reserved the place for just us... almost twelve hundred people? We're taking up the whole beach and this huge bar." He laughed a little, then leaned over so he was pressed shoulder to shoulder with his friend.

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Bones looked over at Jim, hot as hell in that shirt, and trying not to smile, he nudged him with his shoulder.

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"...hell, you look good with scruff, you know that?" Kirk couldn't help the smirk that showed up on his lips and shifted enough to brush their lips together. "...can't wait until we get home tonight." He smirked fiercely.

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McCoy kept his eyes open, watching Jim as he moved closer, catching his bottom lip automatically in a soft kiss. "Unless you plan on kissin' a lot of people here tonight, any plan you have for not telling people about us is flying out the window, Captain," he said softly, a strange nervous hopeful feeling in his stomach.

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That made his brows raise for a moment, then Kirk laughed softly. "What do I care if they see us kissing?" He tilted his head just slightly, "Not going to go around screaming it but if they know, they know."

Then he paused, and asked very quietly, "...Unless... you didn't want everyone to know?"

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McCoy reached up to Kirk's head and pushed a stray hair back into place. The bar was getting louder now, people crowding around them, but all he saw was Jim. His fingers trailed down Jim's face, tilting his chin up slightly, perfectly positioned for him to lean in slightly and kiss him back, gentle and soft before sliding his arm around to pull him closer for a deep hug.

"I'd stamp my name on your perfect ass if I thought I could get away with it," he whispered in Jim's ear, hugging him tighter for a long moment before letting go, eyes closed, surprising himself at how little he cared about who saw.

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"Mmm." Kirk leaned into that hug, content on feeling Bones against him. He nosed briefly at him, then stepped back slightly only to lean in and whisper against Bones' ear. "Mmm, you could fuck my perfect ass later, how about that?"

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"Yes sir," he whispered back before leaning back, one arm still around Jim, but a comfortable distance between them. Amazing how just that little bit of attention made him stupidly blissful again. "Maybe you could return the favor afterward," he said in a conversational voice, nodding at one of the ensigns that passed by, pausing to say hello to him and Kirk.

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