i'll make no bones of it

#in star trek instead of ‘I love you’ we say ‘I HATE THISSSS’ and I think that’s beautiful

  # IN STAR TREK INSTEAD OF ‘PLEASE BE MY FRIEND’ WE SAY ‘DON’T PANDER TO ME KID’   # INSTEAD OF ‘I’M ALL ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE AND I NEED SOMEONE TO CARE’ WE SAY ‘I MAY THROW UP ON YOU’   # INSTEAD OF ‘I SUPPORT YOU NO MATTER WHAT’ WE SAY ‘STUDY MY ASS!’   # INSTEAD OF ‘DON’T WORRY I’VE GOT YOUR BACK’ WE SAY ‘I DON’T KNOW. BUT I LIKE HIM!’   # INSTEAD OF ‘YOU’RE THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE TO ME’ WE SAY ‘I COULDN’T JUST LEAVE YOU THERE LOOKIN’ ALL PATHETIC’   # INSTEAD OF ‘YOUR WELLBEING IS MY TOP PRIORITY’ WE SAY ‘DON’T BE SUCH AN INFANT!’   # INSTEAD OF ‘I LOVE YOU TOO THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE’ WE SAY ‘BUCKLE UP!’   # AND THEN YOU CRY AND YOUR TEARS ARE BFF SPACE MARRIED BOYFRIENDS WHO LOVE EACH OTHER MORE THAN ANYTHING EVER THE END  (tags via spacemarried)

Broken Bones

Resting his head on the pillow and looking thoughtful, the younger man brushes his thumb against the back of McCoy’s hand. “Then we go back to being friends, I guess. I don’t think that will happen though. I think that we will work out perfectly. Look, I’ve heard that the best relationships start off as friendship. I’m not a relationship expert, I’ve only had a few girlfriends when I was in high school before deciding that wasn’t for me. But this— what you and I have? It’s different. It’s more than lust and it’s more than friendship. I…I love you, I’m in love with you. I’ve never loved anyone, not even myself." Shaking his head, he nudges his nose against McCoy’s neck and inhales the scent of his long-faded cologne, along with the lingering smell of sweat and sunshine. “We owe it to ourselves to try, don’t we? I don’t want two decades to pass where I keep thinking ‘what if’. I don’t want anymore regrets in my life, and I know I could never regret being with you— even if it only turned out to be for a little while. I could step away and still be your best friend, it won’t change things for worse. It can only get better, Bones. I swear it. I swear it on everything I am, every fiber of my being." Tugging his hand from McCoy’s, he lifts it up to brush against the slight stubble that has begun growing in along the handsome doctor’s jawline. “I wanna make love. I wanna feel what that is like with you. When you’re better, let’s…let’s make that step. If you feel like we’re just friends after we’ve been intimate, then we can go back to being friends. But I’m telling you, just that kiss brought on so many things I’ve never felt before. I didn’t see the proverbial fireworks, but I know I fucking felt them." His hand traces down his neck and over the protrusion of his adam’s apple. “In my throat…" Down further, his fingers crept, over the dip in his collar bone and then onto his chest. “In my heart and in my belly…" Jim moves his hand to Bones’ hip, pulling him closer to him on the small biobed. “I felt it in my Bones." Finishing those words in barely more than a whisper, Jim takes it upon himself to relive the moment by claiming Leonard’s lips as his own once more. God, it’s as good as the first time.

McCoy watched Jim’s face, his demeanor, his body language – he watched all of it as he spoke about what could be between them. He wondered how this man, who had been through so much and had lost so much, could say so easily that he loved someone like him. Those were words that McCoy struggled with, words that he denied himself – because if he didn’t let himself frame his own feelings in those terms, then he tried to think that nothing could possibly go wrong. But who was he kidding, really? Not himself – at least not anymore. And he didn’t know if he had it in him to kid Jim, especially after he put himself out there for him like this. A sigh escaped his lips, but it wasn’t an unhappy one. “Honestly, it scares me sometimes how you’ve managed to elbow your way into my life, taking up more and more space, intertwining our lives together so much more than I should be comfortable with,” he said quietly. His breathing hitched slightly when Jim touched his stubble. It probably sounded silly, but such a gesture seemed just as intimate as the kiss they had shared. But he didn’t try to pull away or stop Jim, allowing the other man to touch where he pleased, creating a strange but not entirely unwelcome sense of awareness in the places those fingers lingered. And his words – oh, his words. How was it that Jim could so easily open himself up and pour his heart out for someone like him? He leaned into the kiss, wanting to feel closer to Jim. He slipped a hand into Jim’s hair, deepening the kiss – though he didn’t say the words, and if he tried, he would probably botch it terribly, feeling Jim against him like this just felt so right, like they were two pieces of a puzzle that had been brought together. His body sang that this was right, that this was what he needed – to be close to the man he had been in love with for years, if he were going to be honest with himself. Eventually, McCoy drew back from the kiss. “Christ. You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered, his eyes still closed as he took in everything that Jim was offering him. He took a shaky but deep breath, opening his eyes to gaze into Jim’s own mesmerizingly blue eyes. “All right. We can… we can give it a try.”

#I love how bones grabs Jim in the second one #like ‘no we are not doing that’ #’move your ass jim’ #’she will eat you for breakfast are you kidding me right now?’

#and i love how uhura doesnt even glance over #like ‘gotta go find my boyfriend tell him he FUCKED IT UP oh jesus theres kirk’ #’oh thank god mccoy has him he’s not going to burn down the hangar at least’