universal_charm | AOS - Kirk x Bones: It's Getting Hot In Here

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AOS - Kirk x Bones: It's Getting Hot In Here

Jim had never run from the gym so fast. And he had had to book it from the pool or off the bars or the simulation chamber to the main deck more times than he could count. A captain was really never off duty, no matter what the roster said, especially not in a red-alert emergency. Today, though, was no red-alert. At least, not for anyone except himself.

He wasn't even particularly sure it was happening. A tingle that built at the base of his spine, spreading around to his stomach and down his hips, feeling a particular ache build between his cheeks and his thighs. When was the last time he had felt like this? Months? It had to have been, he thought to himself, rapidly rolling through a mental calendar. Yes, definitely months. Which was probably not normal, but there had been so much going on in the past few months - so many brushes with death, either of himself, his crew, or the universe at large. This particular area of space had really been putting them through their paces and just about every normal, healthy cycle for a human had been thrown off. For him, at least.

Including his heat.

Which was why he suddenly felt so unprepared when he felt it rise as he was running on the indoor track, working on his cardio. Adrenaline was the only thing that kept his legs beneath him as he quickly exited the area, aware of more than a few hungry eyes on him. They didn't worry him - all his people, alphas included, had more self control than to jump an omega going into heat, though he wasn't sure how many of them had known until just that moment that their captain, of all people, was an omega.

Brilliant.

Somehow he made it to his cabin, thanking the stars for being captain and people naturally getting out of his way along with the area around hid cabin being largely clear. Less people to stare, to wonder, to have to explain anything too.

Shaking, he made his way to his desk, panting as his legs trembled. He tapped the screen, tapping the call for Bones on his private communicator line, gritting his teeth.

"Bones. I need to see you in my quarters. Immediately." A beat. "Bring your hypo."

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McCoy's been fairly busy since arriving on this system. He'd noticed that whatever tension was in the air seemed to be affecting the crew at large, and as Chief Medical Officer he'd found himself with more people dropping by sick bay than usual. Some were just exhausted, or with difficulty concentrating, others were having similar issues to Jim's. For the most part, some suppressants and a couple of days to rest seemed to deal with the issue... other times, he found himself with a few crewmen and women a little too eager to get close to him.

So, suffice to say he wasn't in the best of moods right now. That he was an alpha was no secret to the crew, but that didn't mean he liked it. He definitely didn't like the expectations around the whole thing, and in situations like this, any attempts at seducing him or getting his attention only soured his mood further. Not to mention other alphas who were just a little too aggressive towards him for no fucking reason whatsoever. It wasn't hard, really, just stay on your goddamn suppressants.

He was finally just about to get some well-deserved rest, which was perfect because he was just starting to get overwhelmed after all the scents assaulting his senses for the past twenty hours straight. One too many people off their cycles, and it was beginning to affect him too. He was already making plans in his head for the morning, something he could do ship-wide to get everyone back on their proper schedules so they could move on with their lives.

But then he got a call from Jim, and any notion of rest went out the window. He sighed to himself before replying, eyebrows raising as he huffed with amusement into the comm device. "If you're askin' fro the hypo then it really must be serious," he joked, not even piecing things together and realizing that Jim was likely getting affected just like everyone else. "I'll be right there."

With that he packed up a simple medkit with some supplies, including the hypo and a few different medications to load onto it. He wasn't sure what he was dealing with, but Jim didn't specify so he didn't worry it was anything serious. With that he headed to Jim's quarters, which weren't all that far anyway, and once there he used his privileges to get the door open.

The moment he did, he was assaulted by the scent, which made him tense from head to toe, nearly going dizzy from it. Okay, shit. He should've figured out this might affect Jim too.

"Hell, Jim," he hissed, rushing into the room and closing the door behind him, before the scent drew anyone else's attention. Then he made his way to Jim, already reaching for his tricorder. "How long have you been like this? Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"You were the first person I called," he snapped, already irritable as it felt impossible for his body to cool down. He felt sweat prickling his skin just about everywhere, his cock already beginning to ache and he felt a familiar wetness start to coat him between his cheeks. God, this was going to be a bad one, wasn't it? Like his body was going to make him go through all the heats he had missed at once.

He groaned, a spike flashing through him. He braced against his desk, clenching his teeth as he road the wave of need. Damn it why hadn't he taken his suppressors? They made heats bearable, more like an itch than a stabbing need. This... god, how was he going to get through this? He had called Bones, but he didn't think suppressors would work at this point, to far gone in and so quickly.

"I came straight from the gym here and called you," he clarified, rubbing his face, knowing Bones would pick up some of the implications of that. Along with the fact he was likely going to be out of the chair for a week, if not more. Because this one? This one was bad. "Tell me you have something stronger than a suppressor in that thing."

If the scent currently filling the room was anything to go by, then yes, this was going to be a bad one. Especially if it had only hit Jim some minutes ago, maybe an hour at best, and it was already this intense? He wasn't sure there was much he could do at this point to help contain it.

"Worse comes to work, I've got a sedative. Should help you sleep, if nothing else," he said, while fully aware that wouldn't really fix it. Just delay everything. But maybe it'd give him some time to try and figure out a viable solution. He reached out to Jim's shoulder, only belatedly remembering that touch probably wasn't a good idea right now. His hand hovered near Jim's arm instead, as he gestured to the bed.

"Take a seat. I'll run a quick scan and see what I can do." He wasn't feeling very optimistic, but he was trying to stay calm, both for his own sake and Jim's.

No, thank god Bones had not touched him. Anything right now had the risk of sending him over the edge. Just Bones' scent alone was enough to make his cock press tight against the front of his trousers, and he hated to think what would happen if Bones went into rut. Any alpha, really, but that had been half the reason for hurrying back to his quarters. He really did not need to give anyone on the ship that particular kind of show.

Still, he had been given instructions. A mission, no matter how small. He could use that, even though he wanted nothing more than to strip off and dry-hump his sheets. Damn it. Breathing heavy, limbs shaking, he went over and sat down as directed.

Bones would figure it out. Bones always did.

"It feels like my first one all over again," he moaned, wrapping his arms around himself. "The first ones are always the worst, you know?"

Even without the scent, just the way Jim was acting right now would already be enough to leave Leonard a little on edge. It took a particular kind of restraint to not let himself get affected by it, even with his own hormone levels being somewhat under control. Very under control, when compared to Jim's.

His expression shifted to something definitely a little more concerned as he got those readings, eyebrows knitting together. It wasn't bad in the sense that it wasn't going to kill him or anything, but the values were definitely much higher than he'd ever seen on Jim. While he knew the suppressants would do very little at this point, they should at least provide some calm, so he loaded one onto the hypospray and pressed it to Jim's neck.

"Yes, I'm aware," he said. Granted, as an alpha he didn't really suffer nearly as much as Jim did, but as a doctor he'd seen plenty of situations similar to this one. "This makes no goddamn sense. Even if you're used to the suppressants, there has to be something messing with your cycle. It's not supposed to hit you like this."

"I think I've skipped several cycles," he admitted, shifting to lay down on the bed, closing his eyes as he commanded the lights to dim lower. He felt like he could sense everything through his skin, even the fabric of his shirt an assault on every erogenous nerve.

"With everything going on lately, all the different little crisis, and I've been sleeping like shit," he breathed through his nose, nostrils flared wide. Stars, this was horrible - the ache in his belly, between his thighs - they swirled around each other, driving deeper, making him moan.

He pressed a hand over his groin, grinding it with the hell of his hand. "Guess my body is deciding to play catch up."

"That still shouldn't make this one so intense," he said, shaking his head. The readings were all over the place. He'd have to talk to Spock later (discreetly, of course) so they could see if there might be something in this current section of space that could be affecting Human physiology. That would explain a lot, actually.

But any plans or courses of action fled his head when Jim suddenly got a hand on his groin and started rubbing himself. Leonard sucked in an audible breath, just narrowly managing to stop himself from groaning at the scene, and he reached for Jim's wrist and yanked his hand away, face a little red as he spoke.

"Jim! I need you to stop— need you to pay attention to me a little longer. I'll be out of your hair soon, I promise, but you need to not do that right now."

What else was he supposed to do though? It hurt, it ached so much that it made tears spring to his eyes and he let out a pained whimper when Bones stopped him. Why would he do that? Why would he do that and offer him no other relief?

"Why?" he snarled, his body shaking from his efforts to keep from simply jumping on Bones and grinding against him. "What more do you need to know? Either knock me the fuck out, or give me something to screw, I don't care which!" The last was a mix of desperate plea and whine, looking up at Bones with wide blue eyes and cheeks flushed red.

Leonard nearly startled at that. He understood what Jim was going through, even if not from personal experience, but it still threw him a little off-balance when Jim said that in a way that made his efforts feel pointless. Setting his lips into a tight frown, he let go for Jim's arm and turned back to his kit.

"Fine," he huffed, picking out another dose and loading it onto the hypospray, turning back to Jim. "This should let you sleep for at least a few hours. But I'd recommend trying to find someone who can help later, I can't keep loading you with medication for a whole week."

He would feel bad about it later. Usually he was in more control of himself, and wasn't prone to snapping, even under high stress. But this - this was different. It felt like his entire body was on fire and there was no release for it, no escape from every flash from his nerves and the pervasive ache.

"You know I can't do that," he groaned, sweat beading on his brow. "I'm the Captain. I can't just ask someone to take care of it." Even though in a situation like this it might be overlooked, it was still morally and ethically wrong, and besides that - he didn't want to do it with someone random. Not at so intimate and vulnerable a time as this.

Hazy eyes flickered to Bones'. "Notice that you're not offering."

Leonard wasn't exactly suggesting Jim approached it from a Captain stance, but more a personal stance. This was a complicated time and he realized it, and it might even create a bond that Jim wouldn't be comfortable with, but there might still be someone on board Jim fancied on some level, and that should at least... help. Look, he was trying not to think too hard about it, given his own feelings for Jim.

... not that Jim was helping with that question, really. He froze for a moment, his own eyes meeting Jim's briefly, before he was looking away again and focusing on the task at hand. "Of course I haven't, don't be ridiculous."

First of all, he was part of the crew, and Jim was his Captain just like he was everyone else's on this ship. Secondly, they were close friends, but that didn't mean Leonard would just offer to mate with him to, uh... fix his issue. That was probably all the more reason not to offer, honestly. And that was all ignoring how much more complicated things would get for Leonard personally if he created a bond that he wanted here, only to be forced to let it go.

There was no separating him from being the captain in this though - it was ship, and when he was on it, he was captain. Regardless of his state, there would be no excuses and besides. He didn't want to bond with someone random on the ship either. He was aching, but he was not desperate by any means - at least, not yet. More than that, it hurt that Bones would think he would just throw himself at anyone who happened to walk in with the right pheromones.

"Why is it ridiculous?" Kirk asked, need and hurt lacing together, reaching out to grip Bones' wrist, just that simple contact alone enough to send heat racing through him, eliciting a hiss between his teeth.

Leonard was both surprised and speechless when Jim grabbed his wrist like that. The contact wasn't doing great things for him either, but least he wasn't in rut. Yes. If Jim kept at it he might just lose his mind sooner rather than later.

"If you need me to tell you why, then you're clearly not in your goddamn right mind," he said, as calm and evenly as possible, gently trying to release himself from Jim's grip. "Now, let me at least help you get a few hours' rest. I'll try and figure out a way to help relieve the symptoms while you're resting. And if you feel safer, I can override the lock to your quarters so you can't go out, and no one can come in."

It sounded terribly close to a prison, but... well, seeing Jim's current state, that might just be for the best, so.

A prison indeed, but did he have a choice? His heat was already so far gone, and as bad as it was, he didn't trust himself to be making any rational decisions it was true. Even now those lines kept blurring, made more difficult with the presence of an alpha. An alpha he trusted, and genuinely liked. He hated to think what he might do if he was able to get loose - enticing alphas to go to rut, or triggering other heats. If he was honest he didn't want the entire ship knowing he was Omega, either. Which was silly, he knew. But still.

"Do it," he rasped, sweat beading and dripping down his face now. "Just you - and Spock, as a backup. Just in case. And just tell the crew that I'm not feeling good and decided to quarantine to be safe. We don't need a fever or flu going around." It was a plausible enough reason, given how easy those sorts of things overtook a ship.

A hitched breath, sucked sharply between his teeth as every nerve lit up, a keen catching in his throat.

"Yeah, definitely do it."

As an alpha in close proximity to an omega that was well into what was obviously a heat cycle, Leonard could say with certainty that it was no easy task to resist. Even with his own suppressants keeping him calm and steady, he knew that a little too long in Jim's presence right now and he'd be throwing reason out the window, which really wasn't a good thing at all. So letting Jim out of his room for the next week or so would be a terrible mistake with probably disastrous consequences.

So would be staying here much longer. So once Jim agreed to his idea, he was already hurrying to get it done. He loaded a stronger sedative onto his hypospray, which should produce effects more quickly, pressing it to Jim's neck and starting to put everything away while he waited until Jim was falling asleep.

"I don't know how believable the flu story will be, but I'll stick to that," he said. If it was what Jim wanted, then he'd do it. His medical file would be sealed to himself only, and besides there was no medical officer on board who would break their oath even if they were to see it. "I'll talk to Spock, but the less time other people come in here, the better. Just let me know when you're awake, and if you need anything."

Food and water he could get from the replicator, at least.

"Okay. Thanks Bones. What... would I do... without..." his eyes dropped, the head subsiding into a dull ache as the sedative did its work. He flopped back onto the bed, breathing, though still in a slight, panting sort of way. Dreaming he might be, but his heat was not dismissed by any means.

As it was, he couldn't even remember his dreams. But from the state of his underwear and pants when he woke up, they had been of the carnal variety. Soaked. Front and back. He could smell his own slick. At least his heat didn't come raging back to life first thing, his head clearing as the sedative was finally parsed. Groaning, he managed to slide out of his clothing and dump it to send to the laundry service, hoping no one asked to many questions. Which if he thought about it he shouldn't have sent it down, but his mind was still hazy from the drugs as he stumbled to the sans shower to try and clean himself up.

He cursed as he smacked his head against something - damn the sedative was stronger than he had thought. Shaking his head, he let the sans shower do his work, taking a look in the mirror when he was done. Wow, who knew he could flush that much? Which did not help matters when it came to his heat. Fuck. He could feel it rising again as the sedative drained, his body trembling again.

No. No come on, why was it this bad? Anxiety mounting, he stumbled to his desk, tapping at the screen for Bones' private call number.

"Bones. My quarters. Now please," he managed to hold it professionally together before practically running to his bed to try and curl up in cool sheets.

At least the sedative was effective. Good. Leonard let out a relieved sigh, and while Jim slept he got a wet cloth to brush over his forehead, face and neck, just to cool his skin a little. Aside from that, there wasn't much else he could do for him, so he just left a glass of water on the nightstand and headed back to sick bay.

All day his mind was with Jim, though. Kept drifting back to him, mostly out of concern, but a small part of him was admittedly turned on by the mere knowledge that Jim was in heat, and he hated it. He hated how it was starting to affect his concentration, how it was changing even the way he acted in a way all too familiar to him. But he fought the urge, which thankfully for now was manageable thanks to the inhibitors he himself took.

Still, it did nothing to ease the way his heart leapt in his chest when Jim contacted him again. It had been nine hours now since he was in his quarters, so that had to be at least a full eight hours of sleep, which was almost unprecedented with Jim. Admittedly, he was almost afraid of the state he'd find Jim in, but he went anyway, readying himself mentally before he unlocked the door and stepped inside, looking around briefly and then making his way to the bed where Jim was curled up. "Gettin' worse?"

Alpha. Alpha male scent, no less. It slammed into him the minute Bones stepped through the door, and he whimpered as his body responded, aching all the way down to his toes and most intensely between his legs. He worked his head slowly out from beneath the sheets, already shiny with sweat again as he watched his best friend approach.

Embarrassment rushed up for a split second, though he knew Bones would tell him not to be. This was just a physical reaction, one he couldn't control (well, he could, but it wasn't like this wasn't exactly normal for an omega). Even so, he hated the idea of Bones having to see him like this, breaking what he had always liked to think was a sort of suave, always in command kind of image.

"What's the saying? If it doesn't go away after four hours, call your doctor?" he tried for humor, smiling weakly.

Jim's scent was no easier to deal with, particularly with how intense it was, how it filled the whole room now that Jim had spent hours stuck in here. He had to take a long, deep breath before he made his way over to Jim's bed, careful not to sit down on it this time around as he took his tricorder to get some readings from him.

"Unfortunately I don't think calling your doctor's going to fix anything this time," he said, though he didn't mind Jim calling him. He'd rather he did that than just sitting here suffering from this. "Your levels are off, which isn't surprising. I can't tell you how much worse it's going to get, but it's likely to get worse, at least in the next two or three days. You're running a slight fever so I'll give you something to lower your temperature, and we should make sure you eat something and drink some water, at least."

Not like he had anyone else to call, right? Yes there were technically other doctors on the ship, but he had the most faith in Bones out of all of the, and he would only trust Bones with this particular issue. Scratch or scrape, let one of the others slap a band on him and heal his broken bones. This? This he couldn't bear to let anyone else see.

"Worse?" he asked, voice rising in a whine. "Fuck I don't think I can even think about food or water...How do they not have something to make this just stop by now?" he growled.

There was a sure thing he knew would make it stop - being bred. But he wasn't a general part of the crew, to ask a friend to ease it. He could ask Bones, had thought about it even - was this close to just jumping him in fact.

"You don't have a miracle up your sleeve for me?" he asked, trying his best to crack a grin.

That was precisely the reason why he wasn't going to tell Jim not to call him. Even if he could do nothing about it, at least he could be here, some kind of grounding force keeping him secure, helping him feel safe. Hopefully he could manage that much, and hopefully he could resist the stupidly primal urge to jump Jim for however long this was going to last.

It was probably going to be a while. This wasn't even as bad as it was going to get. But he didn't point that out, mostly because it wouldn't help, but also because he had a feeling Jim knew.

"Not this time, Jim. I'm sorry." He sounded as useless as he felt, but he knew that he couldn't offer the one thing that might ease this for Jim, not even if Jim asked him. Not with the consequences it would bring along.

"But why not?" he whispered, almost plaintive. His body felt like it was melting into the sheets, he'd disappear in a puff of vapor, or maybe he'd mercifully pass out. His fingers slid across the sheets, searching for Bones' to clasp. "I know what would happen, if you got rid of it the natural way. I'm not so addled I don't know what would happen," he gasped between pants. "If there was anyone I would want that to happen with, anyone I can see myself being happy with and being bonded to, it's you."

Get rid of it the natural way. Leonard could feel his face get hot at the mere thought, a feeling that only got exacerbated by Jim's strong scent flooding the air around them. He let out a shaky exhale when Jim's hand found his, but he didn't pull away, no matter how much his instincts were telling him to just get the hell out of here.

"You're addled enough that you might not realize the consequences, but I do. I've risked a hell of a lot in my life, Jim, and I've lost a hell of a lot too. I'm not gonna risk our friendship too, even if it might solve this problem for you in the short run."

"Isn't it bad doctoring, not to listen to your patients?" he grumbled. "I know what would happen. What it would mean. I'm not so heat-drunk that I don't know what it means." Which, looking back later, he would realize might be hard to believe given he underscored his words with panting. Even as he said the words, though, he knew there was nothing to be done. Bones wouldn't budge, and he would simply have to suffer.

Turning so his aching groin pressed into the sheets and he could hug his pillow and groan aloud into, he let the shudders wrack his body. This was going to be a long few days, wasn't it?

"Just... just come check on me every once in awhile, okay? I know what I'm saying now, but later... later I won't, and I don't know if I'll have the presence of mind to call you either..." He could feel the hormones rising again, tugging the rational parts of him down, down, down...

Leonard so desperately wanted to believe that Jim meant it, but they had been friends for years now, and he'd never suggested anything like this. Had never made a move on him. Sure, there had been a couple of times, especially at the Academy— a lingering stare, a smile aimed at him just so, a particular touch, but never an open offer, certainly never a proposition quite like this one. So he couldn't let his feelings for Jim cloud his judgement, because so far as he knew, the only reason why Jim was suggesting this now of all times was because of his... situation.

Still, he couldn't help feel a little bad for how miserable Jim seemed. He wanted to offer a comforting touch, or a gentle word, but what good would it do now? It'd just make things worse for Jim, most likely. So he quietly tugged the covers up to Jim's shoulders, tucking him in as comfortably as possible.

"I'll come by to check up on you, I promise," he assured him. Maybe not as often as Jim would like, and probably less and less the more intense his heat got, but he'd try his best. "Try to drink water often. Make sure to eat, too. If I can't come here too regularly, I'll contact you."

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AOS - Kirk x Bones: It's Getting Hot In Here

/turns on the AC

RUDE

yes but you knew that already

why does he like you again?

he asks himself that often too

your bedside manner is leaving much to be desired bones ):<

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