It Comes To This

When McCoy had envisioned the scene where he and Spock finally admitted their feelings for each other, he had imagined it happening in many different ways, but never like this. Some of the scenes his mind had created had been tender, some had been sad, most extremely erotic, but in none of his fantasies did he ever cry all over Spock like a weakling. McCoy struggled to control himself and failed. He shook and trembled and cried. All the tears, all the pain, he had kept bottled up inside him or tried to drink way in the long months after Spock’s death, seemed to be pouring out of him. He couldn’t breath and he felt as if he would never be able to stop shaking and crying. Spock stood there gently holding him until finally he simply picked McCoy up and carried him into the next room sitting with him on the bed. Finally after what seemed like forever McCoy managed to stop the flood of tears. He sniffed and wiped his eyes pushing himself away from Spock.
“I am sorry” he muttered between sniffles “I’m making a damned fool of myself”
Spock shook his head slightly “not at all, Leonard you have every reason to be upset. The things I have put you through, no human could be expected to deal with without great emotion.”
Spock reached forward and gently touched McCoy’s face letting his long fingers trail down McCoy’s cheek feeling the fragile contours of bone underneath.
“Now that you are slightly more composed I would like to express my apologies once more for the pain I have caused you.”
He’s voice was again unbelievable gentle and McCoy found himself paralyzed by the sheer strangeness and eroticism of the Vulcan’s touch. The simple fact that Spock was touching him, caressing him even, by his own volition, was enough the make the doctor’s head spin. Even if Spock touch had not been like waves of pure energy coursing through him. Leonard smiled crookedly at the Vulcan.
“Is’ alright you couldn’t have been expected to know, besides you always did what was best, for the ship and all.”
His smile turned into a grin.
“You’ll need to find a way to make it up to me though”
He leaned forward to take Spock’s face in his hands and kiss him on the lips. This kiss was long and slow and sensual. McCoy had been taken be surprise by the last one, but this time he was in control, gently pushing and caressing the Vulcan’s lips with his tongue. Spock’s hands came up to cup McCoy’s face, pulling him forward deepening the kiss. He very much wanted to be in control, to take the doctor and make him his own, but he had never been good at the art of kissing so thought it best to take the doctor’s lead. McCoy tongue pushed into Spock’s mouth flicking and caressing, and Spock gave up thinking all together.