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Jim Kirk! Legally Blond	By : Strailo Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Part: 13
Characters: McCoy, Jim
Word count: 1,798
Warnings: Nothing, some drunk Jim and McCoy
AN: I'm kind of late (in the hour not the day) posting this but I was kind of sleeping most of today away alas. But here you go. This week's chapter.

Enjoy!

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A week flew past the group, all four of the students working hard under the careful eyes of McCoy and Archer, not having yet gotten the chance to meet Galia. It had been decided that Uhura and Jim would be the ones who would sit next to Archer during the trial. That left Sulu and Chekov concentrating on working on a few other things for the case.

But they did finally get a night off with Archers blessings, making Jim thank whoever watched over them as he and McCoy walked into the jazz bar that they had decided to check out. Chekov and Sulu had opted to stay at their dorm room for the night while Uhura had sniffed in disdain at the invitation to come out with them before she had stalked off. So the two males had decided that they would head out to the jazz bar and relax, unwind from everything that they had dealt with during that week.

“It is so nice to get away,” Jim groaned as he sank into a seat, slowly stretching his arms up and over his head with a low grunt. McCoy chuckled and nodded his head, sliding over a bottle of beer that he carried to his companion, sitting as he swirled his own. “Do we want food this time?” he asked, draining part of his beer and sighing in pleasure at the coldness that slid down his throat.

“Yeah, we do. I already waved down a waitress, asked for someone to come around when they could,” McCoy drawled as he plucked the small menu up from where it sat next to a napkin holder. The band on stage started to play, filling the air with a smoothness that made him smile.

“Wonderful. Tell me, what do they have on the menu this time?” Jim asked as he peeked at the menu, humming in pleasure at seeing some of the options. “I think that I may just go for the hamburger steak this time,” he mused, tapping his fingers on his bottle.

“I do enjoy their various hamburger steaks,” McCoy mused, looking over the options himself before he decided on what he wanted. He slid the menu over to Jim as the waitress walked up with a smile. “I'll take a hamburger with Swiss on top. Spiced home fries to go with and the unlimited mozzarella sticks for the both of us,” he ordered, the woman nodding her head.

“I'm also going to have the hamburger steak, but not Swiss. I'd like Provolone and curly fries as my side. And can we get the smooth marinara sauce please?” Jim asked. He put the menu down to the side and smiled at her.

“Not a problem. Be back in a jiff with your sticks,” she chirped before she bounced away. Jim shook his head and McCoy watched in some amusement as he drank some more of his beer.

“She is way too chirpy,” Jim chuckled softly, McCoy nodding his head in agreement. The two settled in to enjoy the music and the food, taking their time in eating and listening to the music that played around them. The music wasn't so loud as they had to shout to have a conversation which they took advantage of. McCoy decided to invite him back to his house later that evening, after stuffing themselves with good food and good beer, both men buzzed. He figured that neither of them would be safe enough to drive home.

But seeing as McCoy's house was closer than the dorm rooms, as he explained, it was just easier and cheaper to grab a cab, the both of them taking it to his house.

Once the two males had grabbed a cab and gotten to the house, they stumbled in through the door, Jim chuckling softly. He carefully counted the money that he had on him before he nodded his head. “Good, just enough to get us back to the bar in the morning so I can get my car,” he drawled as he tucked the money into his wallet. He was feeling loose and relaxed as McCoy snickered and headed down a short hallway. Walking through the dining room with slightly wobbly steps, he stepped into the kitchen and flipped on the light as Jim used one wall to lean against and pull off his shoes.

“You want some coffee or tea?” he asked as he dug around in one cupboard. He pulled down two cups, along with a box of tea. He looked over as Jim walked in and smiled at him lazily, leaning up against the counter with a hum.

“Just tea please. Otherwise I'll end up staying up all night and I really do have a class at noon. And then of course, another full day of dealing with the case. Aren't we supposed to be going to meet Mrs. Barnett tomorrow?” he asked. McCoy nodded his head with an amused smile as he pulled out two bags of the tea.

“We are, and we shall,” McCoy drawled as he found the kettle, walking over to the sink and turning on the water to fill it. After he had it filled, he placed it onto the stove and turned the burner on, moving to the refrigerator, reaching in to pull out two bottles of water. He handed one to Jim. “Here. I don't think that either of us want to end up sick because of our night out.”

Jim smiled at him and took it, draining half of the bottle as he watched the way his companion moved as he made the tea.

He had to admit to himself that for a lawyer who hung out in offices or ran around delivering things all day, McCoy was pretty good looking and very much in shape. Smiling when the tea was done, Jim took his cup and nodded his head in thanks. His friend smirked, knowing that he had missed the sound of the tea kettle whistling. He tasted the tea and found that it was on the right side of sweetness with a fruity under note that made his stomach settle, leaning against the counter properly to enjoy the flavors.

“I hope that you don't mind a rarely used bed, Jim,” McCoy said, making him raise an eyebrow at the fact that instead of Kirk, he had been called Jim by the other man. “We're in my house. I highly doubt that you would care to worry about names and politeness tonight.” Chuckling, he picked up his own cup and bottle of water, nodding towards the stairs. “Come on. I think I might have something that you can wear for the night. And maybe a shirt to wear tomorrow morning until you can get back to your dorm.”

“That's fine, and thanks,” Jim hummed, pushing away from the counter and following after McCoy. He was loving the fact that the stairs afforded him a wonderful view of the other's ass and the way it moved. He was starting to really love the soft rolling accent that came with every word and the way the man was so sassy and sarcastic. It was like the man didn't know how to be nice when it came to the idiots that popped up around them. Which happened to be mostly the students of Harvard Law.

Coming to a door, McCoy pushed it open and stepped inside, Jim following after him to stand just in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow as he looked around with curious eyes. The room was dominated by a huge bed that was covered in dark green bedding with black sheets under it. A long wood dresser was pressed up against one wall while two doors sat opposite of each other. One peeked into the bathroom while the other looked to be a pocket door that Jim thought might lead to the guest closet.

“This is a nice room,” Jim hummed, stepping further into the room, smiling slightly at the light green walls that greeted him. “A very nice room.”

“Why thank you,” McCoy drawled as he moved to the closet. He pushed the door open and stepped into the closet, the sound of hangers being pushed back and forth reaching Jim's ears. The taller male finally walked back out with a large shirt and a pair of boxers that still had a tag on them in his hands. “I hope that this is fine,” he said, holding up the shirt and boxers.

“They're good for me,” Jim promised, taking the shirt and boxers from McCoy, smiling at him before he tilted his head slightly back, thinking. Making a split second decision, he put the clothes to the side and walked up to McCoy, invading his space and tilting his head up just slightly, watching as the man blinked at him. “If you can call me Jim while we're in private, does this mean I can call you Leonard?” he asked, voice holding a wealth of promises.

McCoy groaned softly as he put his hands onto lean hips, squeezing them gently as he blinked at Jim a few more times. “You're buzzed.” He sounded as if he was reminding himself of that fact.

“Just a little bit,” Jim admitted, brushing their noses together with a small smile on his lips. “Why are you so worried about that fact?”

“I tend not to sleep with anyone who is even just the tiniest bit buzzed. Just call it being old fashioned,” McCoy drawled, watching as a soft flush of red spread over Jim's cheeks. “For now, how about you go to bed in the room next door and if ya still want ta sleep with me, come wake me up nice and early,” he stated. Jim smirked slightly.

“Well now, I can do that,” he promised, leaning up just slightly to press a chaste kiss to McCoy's lips before he smirked at him and moved away. Grabbing his clothes, he winked over his shoulder once before he left the room, leaving McCoy to groan and lean against his dresser. He rubbed at his face with both hands.

“Damn, but he is gonna kill me with all of his damn teasing,” McCoy grumped before he grabbed his own sleeping clothes, changing out of his suit, tossing it on the chair to take to the dry cleaners the next morning. Closing his bedroom door only partially once he was in his night clothes, he fell into bed and groaned as he saw the light from the guest bedroom shut off.

He wondered if Jim would take the chance to wake him like he had offered come morning.
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