A/N: I hope nobody seems out of character, This was something that was sitting on my computer that I really wanted to finish up, It'll more than likely be a two-shot with a sexy ending. Thank you in advance for reading.

Warning: I don't own Star Trek, never have, never will. Also it's m/m

Chapter One: Wig-Wam Bam

I'm just a lonely country doctor, who's crass and rude to to hide my true feelings.

So that way, let's just say, for example that I won't have to admit how adorable a certain science officer's ears are.(Something I'll never ever fucking voice. Ever.)

Plus the inappropriate thoughts I have when I'm on the bridge and said Science Officer is bent over a station. I find myself observing his...assets and finding the true reason why Starfleet likes every article of clothing they manufacture as tight as a second skin. But hey, what the hell? I'm just an old country doctor. In the last place I ever thought I'd be.

Space.

The final frontier because it's where I live and where I'm more than likely going to die, if my best friend- AKA Captain Childish -keeps pulling stupid stunts on away missions. He's making me go gray.

Yep, I will most definitely wind up in an early grave, but if I do go out this way I know it'll be honorably and doing what I do best. Picking up the pieces, soldering skin back together with a laser. Making sure hearts are still beating, and minds are still medically sound. Because, honestly, I'm the doctor of this ship, dammit!

Back on the subject of the Vulcan though. A specimen of my own scientific experiment. Something he can relate to, I'm sure.

Looking upon subjects with a clear and clinical eye. Something I can appreciate. Hard working. Does his hands also translate into hard work? Are they rough with calluses? Rare to this day and age, or smooth? Like a river rock, but hot to the touch.

I know your physiology. I know your make-up. You may not show it but you've got a heart that beats.

I'm drowning my liver in whiskey and your heart is beating, near by. What's it going to take? To get my mouth to form the words? To say more than just, "What do I know? I'm just an old country doctor."

Dammit, you green eared elf! Can't you see what you're doing to me? You're the one that's not supposed to feel. I could almost envy you for that. To not feel, to push aside these emotions, bury them deep and tie them up with a big fucking bow. You think space is scary? It's worse when you're free falling, head over heels and there's no ground beneath your feet. Will you shatter against the pavement? Be chewed up? Like my heart was after the number my bitch of an ex-wife did on me. She already took the damn planet. I need a new place to call home. Where do I land?

My eyes wander again, back to you. Always you. On the bridge, when you visit Jim in sickbay. In the mess. In my quarters...under my hands. Doctor's hands. The last thought is just for me though. Something yer not interested in I reckon'. I want to feel, touch, taste, watch you lose some of that carefully crafted control. Are Vulcans vocal in bed? Something I've always wondered. What if they're half-human? Will you moan? But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Bumping into you in the corridor to my quarters I catch your deep brown eyes, thinking about those sculpted lips again. I'd kiss them if you'd let me. My temperature spikes, from your touch or your gaze, I'm not quite sure. Feel it creeping across my neck, cheeks heating now. I better turn away before you see me. Especially like this. acting like some fucking teenager around a damn green-blooded hobgoblin.

"Doctor?"

And damn that smooth voice of yours, consider my thoughts rendered interrupted. My hand is back on the wall unit, the silver door opening back to my quarters, time to blow this popsicle stand, I ain't standing here in the hallway for you to silently gawk at me as I make a fool of myself.

Apparently I need a reiteration in the lessons of alien physiology I can't help but gape a little as Spock stops the door from shutting completely and follows me into my quarters.

"Spock what in the hell? This is my room last I checked and I didn't invite you in." Okay, so my response is kind of surly in nature but I can't be nice to him, he won't respond to nice, and besides I have to watch my back.

"I pursued you to inquire some information, Doctor McCoy."

"Leonard," I mumble and I'm trying to will away the blush I feel which is as embarrassing as being caught in the actual truth by the damn hobgoblin. "Spock, you can use my actual name, we've all been on this damn ship long enough."

His face is contemplative as he takes a step forward, I feel cornered because I'm actually stuck between the wall and Spock as I hear my name roll off his tongue I swallow hard, Adam's apple bobbing visibly with my nervousness. "Leonard."

Damn him! I want to hear him say it again and again, over and over. Why is he so damn close? I thought he didn't like his own personal space invaded I'm about to say something when he stops me with a question. "Are you available later this evening?" Even his breath has a pleasant scent, it's the essence of Spock and I can't help but want to breathe him in my whole body is humming with the feeling to just take him and- oh right, he asked me a question

"Uhhh yeah, I'm available, what for?" I ask, and I have to clench my fists and unclench them a few times so I stop fidgeting under his powerful gaze. He's slightly taller and I'm not exactly sure if he's trying to intimidate me, but whatever. As uncomfortable as this is he shifts closer, his lips near inches from mine and again I have to look into his eyes, they look…hungry, possessive and kind of dangerous. I don't know whether to be scared or excited.

"There are matters we must discuss in regards to our interactions."

I have to blink a few times, oh, maybe it is a method of intimidation because I guess he's caught on about my inappropriate thoughts about him, I frown slightly at the thought of being caught, like a kid with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar, "Spock, I-if I did anything to offend you I'm-" I'm cut off.

By a really hot pair of lips, they're almost searing and I have to put a hand out to his chest, to push away and catch my breath.

"I am really fucking confused." Admit, and no I ain't holding back because, "What the hell just happened?" I voice while thinking it.

"If I am not mistaken you have feelings for me. It was my intention to show you that I am also…" He thinks for a moment and the look that crosses his face almost looks slightly nervous before it's wiped away and replaced with the tiniest of smirks. "Interested, Leonard." He finishes and easily wraps an arm around my waist.

"Well I'll be damned." I whisper and I can't help but laugh because this is fucking weird and I must be dreaming.

He just cocks a brow, and I raise one right back. Maybe this is the time to be bold, I wrap my arms around his neck and lean up to close my lips over his this time, the kiss just as hot as I breathe him in and he kisses back with more fight and fire than anyone I have ever kissed and I know this is the start of something good.

"Yeah, you're right. I might be interested." I answer and I know I'm breathless but his sensitive ears can pick it up anyhow. "But let's get a few things straight, this isn't one time only."

"Vulcans do not look for anything casual, Leonard." Spock answered with ease and without blinking.

Right, okay, "Next, I am going to voice my opinions and we're not always going to agree."

"I do not expect you to change." He shoots back and damn him for having a quick response. "Any final demands?" He asks his eyebrow cocked and his smirk is fully loaded, and if it ain't the most real, and genuine thing I have ever seen ten somebody shoot me now.

"Yeah, gimme another kiss ya pointy eared bastard." I do demand this because this is all mine for the taking.

He obliges, and the taste of spice and Spock is nearly too much and I can hear myself moaning and twisting to fit the mold of his body and it feels so damn nice.

"If I can make a request of my own," He asks above a whisper, his dark eyes boring into mine as he strokes my hair.

"Name your price," a shoot back too damn happy to care at this moment, and reaching up to touch one of his ears.

"By this time tomorrow you will have vocalized my name more times than anyone else, and will obey my request by staying in bed to recover from tonight's activities."

Bones could already feel himself hardening and had to kiss him again.

"I believe, you've got yourself a deal, Mr. Spock." I answer back, his response is to throw me on the bed.

Well, ain't this gonna be fun

A/N: Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it, part 2 should be up shortly.