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Title: Trick or Treat
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Characters/Paring: Kirk/McCoy
Tags: Ficlet, Trick or Treating, Halloween, Costumes, Pre-Slash, Academy Era
Rating: T
Word count: 449
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: “Trick or treat?” Jim shakes the little orange bucket enticingly. There’s some candy in there, sure, but also something he strongly suspects are anal beads, and five comm IDs.
Author notes: Spooktober 2023, Day 11/31. Prompt/theme: trick or treat.
Trick or Treat on AO3
“Trick or treat?” Jim shakes the little orange bucket enticingly. There’s some candy in there, sure, but also something he strongly suspects are anal beads, and five comm IDs.
“No.” Bones goes to shut the door in his face, but even drunk Jim’s reflexes are nothing to sneeze at and he’s got a sneaker wedged in there quicker than a shake of a devil’s tail.
“Jim.” Bones’ face is like thunder. It’s nothing new though so Jim doesn’t take it all that seriously. “I’m not in the mood.” That too is familiar. Bones never thinks he’s in the mood but nine out of… Okay, let’s say… six out of ten times Jim’s persistence demonstrates that Bones is, in fact, in the mood or at least can be coaxed in that direction. That’s still better than chance, which means Jim himself is the critical variable.
“Boooooooones,” he whines. “Let me in.”
“Why are you not at some party right now?” McCoy asks. “You’re dressed like you should be.” His eyes flick up and down Jim’s outfit. It’s meant to be derisive, Jim’s pretty sure, but there’s a flash of heat there that Bones isn’t as good at hiding as he thinks he is.
“You like what you see?” Jim asks, going for seductive even though he’s too tipsy to pull it off, even though Bones never, ever does anything but look. Much to Jim’s increasing frustration.
“What are you even supposed to be? The Red Riding Hood?”
“Yes!” Delighted that Bones got it right on the first guess, Jim does a little twirl. He’s wearing a red skirt that barely covers the – red, of course – boxer shorts underneath it. He’d sacrificed his only red hoodie for the cause, cut off the sleeves and several inches of the hem until he was left with something best described as a crop top with a hood. “Looking for my big bad wolf.” He bats eyelashes at Bones who…
He guffaws. Jim grins in victory, and then grins even wider when Bones step aside and gestures him in.
“No one here but me, the crotchety old grandma.”
“Not to worry,” Jim says as he wobbles in. Maybe the heels had been overkill? “I’ve got both treats and tricks to cheer you up.”
He might just be having auditory hallucinations – that purple Galaxy Blaster had a kick to it – but it sounds like Bones mutters “That you do,” as he unceremoniously pushes Jim onto the sofa before bustling into the kitchenette to get him water. Well, Halloween is supposed to be magical, isn’t it? Jim will take what he can, every crumb of attention and affection from Bones sweeter than any candy in the world.
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Title: Trick or Treat
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Characters/Paring: Kirk/McCoy
Tags: Ficlet, Trick or Treating, Halloween, Costumes, Pre-Slash, Academy Era
Rating: T
Word count: 449
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: “Trick or treat?” Jim shakes the little orange bucket enticingly. There’s some candy in there, sure, but also something he strongly suspects are anal beads, and five comm IDs.
Author notes: Spooktober 2023, Day 11/31. Prompt/theme: trick or treat.
Trick or Treat on AO3
“Trick or treat?” Jim shakes the little orange bucket enticingly. There’s some candy in there, sure, but also something he strongly suspects are anal beads, and five comm IDs.
“No.” Bones goes to shut the door in his face, but even drunk Jim’s reflexes are nothing to sneeze at and he’s got a sneaker wedged in there quicker than a shake of a devil’s tail.
“Jim.” Bones’ face is like thunder. It’s nothing new though so Jim doesn’t take it all that seriously. “I’m not in the mood.” That too is familiar. Bones never thinks he’s in the mood but nine out of… Okay, let’s say… six out of ten times Jim’s persistence demonstrates that Bones is, in fact, in the mood or at least can be coaxed in that direction. That’s still better than chance, which means Jim himself is the critical variable.
“Boooooooones,” he whines. “Let me in.”
“Why are you not at some party right now?” McCoy asks. “You’re dressed like you should be.” His eyes flick up and down Jim’s outfit. It’s meant to be derisive, Jim’s pretty sure, but there’s a flash of heat there that Bones isn’t as good at hiding as he thinks he is.
“You like what you see?” Jim asks, going for seductive even though he’s too tipsy to pull it off, even though Bones never, ever does anything but look. Much to Jim’s increasing frustration.
“What are you even supposed to be? The Red Riding Hood?”
“Yes!” Delighted that Bones got it right on the first guess, Jim does a little twirl. He’s wearing a red skirt that barely covers the – red, of course – boxer shorts underneath it. He’d sacrificed his only red hoodie for the cause, cut off the sleeves and several inches of the hem until he was left with something best described as a crop top with a hood. “Looking for my big bad wolf.” He bats eyelashes at Bones who…
He guffaws. Jim grins in victory, and then grins even wider when Bones step aside and gestures him in.
“No one here but me, the crotchety old grandma.”
“Not to worry,” Jim says as he wobbles in. Maybe the heels had been overkill? “I’ve got both treats and tricks to cheer you up.”
He might just be having auditory hallucinations – that purple Galaxy Blaster had a kick to it – but it sounds like Bones mutters “That you do,” as he unceremoniously pushes Jim onto the sofa before bustling into the kitchenette to get him water. Well, Halloween is supposed to be magical, isn’t it? Jim will take what he can, every crumb of attention and affection from Bones sweeter than any candy in the world.
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