Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Spock and Jim headed to McCoy’s quarters for the promised dinner where they could discuss what the two men wanted to do for the wedding. Jim was so excited, he was helping to prepare his best friends wedding. Well, after Spock, his best friend. They stopped in front of the doors and pressed the chime. McCoy opened the door and waved them in. “Since I know you aren’t eating meat right now, it’s all fruits and vegetable dishes tonight. Thought I’d be nice and eat the same since you are eating healthy for once and I don’t have to nag you.”

Spock lifted his brow at those words, “I am perfectly capable to keep watch over my mates health, Doctor McCoy. There is no need for you to “nag” as you put.”

“It’s okay, Spock. That is just how Bones shows that he cares.” Jim rubbed his hand up and down his arm and projected calm to his mate.

McCoy kept quiet and led them to the table that he had set up. Scotty was already seated and waiting for them. “Capt’n,” he said. “How are ye doin’?”

“Better now that I am back on the Enterprise and we are heading away from Ardana.” Jim grinned at him.

“Indeed,” Spock said as he helped his mate get seated.

They dished up their food and talk turned to the wedding plans. “So have you decided what you want to do?” Jim asked.

“Aye, I thought that Leonard could dress mostly in white and wear a generic tartan kilt, once we exchanged the rings, I would then place my clan's colors around him.”

“That’s nice. What about food and the reception?”

“I thought we could do a traditional wedding reception. There would be pipers and then the guests and bride and groom would party all night and then the couple would head to their home and the bride gets carried over the threshold and then, well ye know.”

Jim coughed, “I see.” He could see Bones face clouding over at the word of “bride.” “And the food choices?”

“Oh, we would start with two soup choices. They would be cullen skink and cock-a-leekie. Then we would move on to a fish course, cabbie claw and smoked salmon. From there a meat course, haggis, scotch pie, and stovies. Then a vegetable course for those who canna eat meat, rumblethumps and clapshot. Fruit course, strawberries and raspberries. Oh and some wee cakes, oat and caramel shortbread as well as tha weddin cake.” He looked for pleased with what he had come up with. Jim winced as he could feel anger emanating from Bones.

“So what do you want Bones?” Jim said trying to stave off an explosion. He could feel Spock tensing up next to him.

“What do I want? Well how about food that won’t send the Captain into anaphylactic shock for starters. Also, I am not a God damn girl, so no I won’t be wearing white. I will wear my dress uniform. No drunken party and I am not going to be carried over the threshold. That’s what I fucking want!” He shouted.

“Calm down, Bones. I am sure we can discuss this.”

“Aye, nay need ta yell like a shrew.”

“Well, get used to it. I ain’t changing to make you happy. Either take me as I am or get the hell out and we’ll call off the wedding.”

“Now see here.” Scotty stood up in anger.

“Don’t you take that tone with me you damn Scotsman.”

“Well, ye stop actin’ like a child I wouldna have ta.”

“Child, I’ll give you a child, you son of a bitch.”

“Hey, guys how about…” Jim started.

They both turned to him. “BUTT OUT!”

“Okay, Spock and I are going to go now.” Jim grabbed Spock before he could harm the two men that yelled at him and they left them to it. Jim just shook his head.

“Son of a bitch? I’ll show ya a son of a bitch.” And with that Scotty grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss. They bit and pulled at each other in anger that gave way to passion. Scotty dragged McCoy to the bedroom and kissed him again, hard. It was all tongue and clashing teeth.

***LEMON***

(Please go to AO3 for full scene: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6220474/chapters/14251831)

McCoy’s back slammed down onto the bed. He looked up to see Scotty ripping off his clothes. McCoy moved to followed suit but Scotty grabbed his hands and held them over his head. “Oh, na lovely. I have plans for you,” Scotty said, his voice took on a dark to it. McCoy felt his cock twitch at the sound. Scotty held his wrists in one hand and grabbed his uniform shirt and tied McCoy’s wrists together. Scotty stepped back, he ripped McCoys shirt off and pulled off his remaining clothing as well. He was going to have to replace almost all of them. 

Scotty kissed down his neck, he paused to suck a mark at the crease between neck and shoulder. He kept sucking until there was a large black bruise. He bit down on it and sucked harder. McCoy shuddered at the pleasure/pain sensation. He then moved on down to his chest, there he paused just over McCoy's left nipple. He suddenly wrapped his lips around the nipple and gave a strong suck. Scotty then bit down hard enough that he left teeth marks. He repeated this on his right nipple. Suddenly before he knew it, he was flipped over onto his knees with his hands still tied above him and his chest pressed to the bed. He turned his head to the side so that he could breathe. Smack! He jumped at the pain in his left ass cheek. “Ye think ye can back talk ta me!” Smack! Now to his right one. He hissed at the hot sting of pain. Scotty alternated between the two sides. “Ye’ll be ma wife if I be tellin ye are.” He continued the spanking alternating between both cheeks. Once they were both glowing bright red, he stepped back. McCoys was cock dripping copious amounts of pre-cum onto the bed. “Now, will ya listen from now on?” His voice dropped lower.

McCoy was sobbing in frustration, he wanted to be independent and say no. He hated the thought of giving into Scotty’s demands that he wear white and a kilt. He hated the thought of being carried over the threshold of their shared quarters like some damsel in distress.

While he was distracted by his thoughts, a hand wrapped around his cock. "Ah...ah," he shouted out. He was being caressed from the base and slowly rising to circle the head. Scotty sped up his ministrations and sent pleasure coursing through McCoy's body. He gasped in pleasured pain when his nail scrapped over the slit. Milking more pre-cum from him. He was so close, so close. Suddenly the hand stopped, stupid hand, and gripped the base of his cock to stop his orgasim. He whined deep in his throat in frustration. “Well, ma pretty. Are ye gonna answer me?”

"Nngh..." McCoy couldn't think, all he could was feel. He wanted to thrust up into Scotty's hand, make him keep stroking. He wanted Scotty to thrust into him and fuck him into the mattress, whether he was prepared for it or not. He did not want to give in on this or he would every time. “I’m no girl!” He burst out.

“I know ye not love. Ye agree to wear the white and kilt and fer me ta carry ye over the threshold and we will talk about tha other stuff.” He squeezed McCoy’s cock again. McCoy couldn’t help the thrust his hips did when Scotty did that.

McCoy moaned again. “Promise, “ he gasped out. 

“Ye, me sweet. I promise.” He pulled apart McCoy’s ass cheeks licked his hole. 

“Fine,” he growled out. He needed to cum so bad and to be fucked so bad. “Now fuck me hard!”

“I have ta prapare ye love.”

“No, now.”

Scotty chuckled and gave one last lick to his hole. He quickly lubed himself up and put the head of his cock to McCoy's hole and pushed in. With a pop and his head was in, McCoy couldn't wait and slammed backwards. McCoy lost his breathe at the searing pain of not being stretched for Scotty’s monster cock. Scotty held still so he could get a handle on the pain. Once it eased up, he started rocking back. Scotty took the hint and started moving. Pretty soon the sounds of skin slapping filled the air. “More,” he gasped out. “Harder,” he pleaded. Scotty reached around and grabbed his cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts until McCoy came pulling him along with him. They both collapsed panting for breathe. Scotty un-tied McCoy’s wrists.

***END LEMON***

“Now are ye willing ta talk ta me?”

McCoy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I just don’t like being referred to a bride. I’m a guy in case you forgot.”

“How kin I? How about we compromise.”

“Fine, how about no fish. Jim’s allergic. No haggis, that is just disgusting. I know what it is. So we can do the cock-a-leekie, but be prepared for immature jokes on the name.”

Scotty smirked, “Aye, I kin. So, other than tha’ everything else ta eat is okay?”

“Yeah, but no all night party. Remember, we are on New Vulcan. We have to show some decorum.”

“Fine,” Scotty said to him. McCoy gave him a sweet, slow and gentle kiss. “I’m more interested in getting to the wedding night as soon as possible. Can’t do that with an all night party.”

“Yer right. No all night party, just a dinner.”

“Good idea, how about Jim performs that wedding.”

“Aye, I’d like tha’. How soon kin we marry?”

“How about three months from now? Jim will have the babies by then and no interrupting the honeymoon.”

“Oh, where do ya want to go?”

McCoy grinned at the question, he knew his love was going to like the answer. “How about the Enterprise. We can lock everyone out!”

“I like tha’ way ye think, lovely.” And with that he gave him another deep kiss and rolled him onto his back for another round of loving.